#☆ — 🦢 anon.

[ditzydoe444]

Older! Bruce Wayne edging bunny!reader? (or it could be Jason, whatever you prefer 🫶. Love ur work sm!!!)

can I be 🦢 anon? (if it’s taken can I be 🪽?)

MDNI 18+

a/n: you’ve been added 🦢 anon !!

older bruce wayne x bunny! reader

“b-bruce,” you moaned as you gripped your bedsheets tightly, him destroying your cunt from the back. sex with bruce was either slow and passionate or rough and mean, this time it was the latter. he had been overworking himself for the past few weeks, and as a result he needed an outlet to ‘get the stress out.” now he was bullying your cunt until it was swollen and puffy, whilst refusing you to come.

“i n-need to come,” a pathetic whine escaped your lips as his cock continued to hit all of your sweet spots, his thrusts were merciless, making you quiver and gasp.

“you’ll come when i let you,” he said lowly, clearly no intention of letting you come anytime soon.

you were so damn close, and bruce knew it. the way your tight walls clenched around him and the way your moans went up a pitch was a sign he knew all too well. but where’s the fun in letting you get what you want?

“bruce!”

a harsh slap landed on your ass, “don’t fucking complain, brats don’t get to come.”

bruce was never one to tolerate bratty behaviour, hence why he always made sure to put you in your place when acting out.

he watched as your smaller form quivered with his thrusts, your pathetic attempts of grabbing the sheets whilst you whined like an animal.

“m-mph!”

you were so desperate for a release it was adorable, watching you try and meet his thrusts as an attempt to get off, or the way you would sneakily tried to rub your clit.

“hands off,” bruce warned as he pinned your hands together, “n-need to come!” you protested.

you were like a broken record, saying the same damn phrase over and over again about how desperate you were to come.

you were dripping all over him, staining the sheets with your cunt making the most lewd noises.

“s-so close bruce,” you gasped as he continued thrusting into you like a toy.

you saw it coming, just a few more thrusts and you were going to come, your moans increased in pitch whilst you pulled the sheets.

but he stopped.

“i told you, you’re not coming until i say so, and i haven’t.”

he flipped you over, where you were on your back before he immediately spreads your legs. “hold it in sweet thing or i’m going to fuck your ass.”

the sensation was all too much, bruce thrusting into you harshly, his large muscular body in between your thighs using you like a flesh light.

“b-bruce,” you whined as your eyes roll back.

“i know, i know, need you to hold it in or else you’ll never come.”

you were pretty damn sure you passed out.

[bunnipuffs]

relating to your recent posts, you should do jock!abby…… whos maybe a little bit of a perv 👀

- 🍒 anon

wow ... you get me so bad cherry anon . genuinely drooling at the thought of this … thank u so much for this prompt and i hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!!! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡ jock! abby can ruin my life <3

also omg ... you guys really came through with the requests and i will get through them all i promise !!! i am so thankful thank u thank u thank u , i am having so much fun ♡♡♡

꒰ cw. perv! abby, thoughts of sex mentioned, oral sex ꒱

⋆˙⟡ jock! abby isn't interested in much. other than spending her time at the gym or attending practices for her football matches, one can assume that... well, she doesn't really have much she's passionate in other than expanding her ridiculous muscle mass. until she sees you, the cheerleader for her university's football team.

jock! abby who devotes a little too much time to weightlifting instead of prioritizing her piles of lectures to catch up on, packing her bottle of protein shake and her gym bag. she's doing her usual routine when you walk by, a sweet smelling perfume accompanied by the cutest outfit she's ever seen. your hair is pinned up and there's a small towel slung over your shoulder, abby's eyes following your figure as you approach the treadmill.

jock! abby who spends the rest of her time watching you work out. while she should have been doing the rest of her scheduled lifting, she spent it pretending to be busy — observing the way your body moved as you stretched and bent over. she particularly focuses on the plumpness of your ass, staring intently. she thinks about coming up behind you and pressing her crotch against it, grinding and humping like a starved animal, her much larger hand around your throat.

jock! abby who finds herself sweating and incredibly flushed. not because of the physical activity she's doing, but because seeing you is making her unbelievably horny. she wonders how you'd look with your face covered in her spit, or your pretty legs bruised and covered in bite marks. she leaves the gym before she does something stupid, trying to move on with her day.

jock! abby who lies to her friends, saying she prepared well for their upcoming game. she boasts about how she's reached a new benching press achievement of 300, her friends in awe of her progression. they had no idea she spent the weekend rubbing herself until she was sore, thinking about the nicely dressed girl she saw at her local gym. she thought about how good you'd take her strap, her fingers.

jock! abby who wins her game against a nearby university, the entire school cheering her on from the stands as she walks through the field with a smug smile on her lips. she pulls up her jersey to wipe the sweat off her forehead before seeing you, dressed in her school's cheerleader uniform and dancing with the other girls lined up beside you. she stops in her tracks when she realizes. you're the girl. the girl she's been fucking herself non-stop to.

jock! abby who finds you in the girl's change room after the event is over. you're pulling up your jean skirt and brushing your hair when you see her leaning against one of the lockers, a little confused at first, but you figure she's waiting for someone else. why would abby anderson be there for you?

jock! abby who clears up your confusion immediately. "hey, you doin' anything later? i think we should celebrate my game." you stare at her until it clicks. she's asking you out. you give her a sugary smile, grabbing your bag and leaving with her. the walk to her car is quiet, but abby's head is anything but. she thinks about forcing you into the backseat and pulling off your clothes, running her tongue over your nipples while she's three fingers deep into your cunt.

jock! abby who brings you to a drive-in theater. she parks right at the back, inconspicuous, hidden. she listens to you talk about your cheerleading team and when you first started, how you got into it, what you're studying. your voice is as sweet as honey, and abby imagines how much sweeter it'd be if you were moaning it into her neck as she fucked you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

jock! abby who is obviously... very bothered. she's staring at you like you'll disappear if she blinks, and her cheeks are red. you can see freckles sprinkled from one side of her face to the other. she's gripping the cup of soda she had bought, knuckles turning white. "abby, are you okay? you look a little sick. can i get you something?" you frown. she shakes her head, placing the soda into one of her cup holders. "i'm okay sweetheart, but there is something you can give me."

jock! abby who sees your confused face, and suddenly your mouth is spilling a stream of moans and whimpers. you're biting your bottom lip trying to be quiet, your hands buried in abby's hair. your seat is pushed all the way back, abby squishing herself in between your legs and her mouth attached to your swollen clit. she's licking and biting gently, moaning around your cunt when you tug at her hair. she has two fingers thrusting into your tight wet heat, looking up at you to watch you fall apart. "abby, ah, please... fuck, it's too.." your stomach pools with anxiety, someone could hear you, but abby didn't care. not when she finally had a taste of you. she spits on your cunt before moving to your inner thigh, biting the flesh and licking at it like a dog. she pulls away and presses a wet kiss to your clit, "we're not done yet, baby, so be quiet for me. please?"

[heesimp]

hiii can I be 🦢 anon!

I was thinking maybe reader sexing prof heeseung

swan is saved for you! enjoy this drabble xxx

-

“Aren’t your students coming soon?”

“I hope so.” Heeseung smiles down at you wickedly but it doesn’t stop you from looking up at him from where you sit on his desk in the empty classroom. It’s a free period for him and he’s called you in under the guise of revising a paper, but you know better than to believe that. You smack his chest at his innuendo.

Everybody knows who Heeseung is: a great professor who is as passionate about teaching as he is when it comes to literature. He started as a TA at this university before obtaining his PhD in literary studies and passes on his love for knowledge to his students.

You sit in the third row just shy from the center in your pretty dresses that are modest enough to wear to class but stylish too. Unlike the rest of your classmates, you aren’t afraid to answer Heeseung’s questions and raise your hand to give you input either. He likes that about you and it’s what made you his favorite student.

Heeseung loves ambition in people because he sees it in himself. He loves it when his students have that drive to them and loves reading papers and grading test scores from his brightest pupils. It makes him so proud.

You fit in his life somehow in ways he hadn’t imagined. You, with your supple skin and bright mind enticed Heeseung the first time you took advantage of his office hours. You’d been the first student to visit him and talk about the course material, and it didn’t help that you were wearing a short skirt on a hot day with your thighs sticking to the leather seat below you. He went home that night and touched himself to the thought of gripping your thighs as he fucked you in his office.

The first time the two of you were alone at a late hour on campus was by accident. You couldn’t make it to his office hours and asked to schedule for a time after classes were over and spent an hour discussing the lesson plan and your favorite authors. The second time was by accident too, as he had run into you at the library during the evening and offered to walk you to your car since it was so late at night.

The third time was by accident as well, except neither of you cared that clothes weren’t involved. Now, he conceals kisses with you in between your classes and his, and keeps his doors locked when you come in to have lunch with him.

“I have thirty minutes before my next class starts and you, baby, have an hour before your exam. Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“Stayed up all night just so I could do this with you now,” you say, pulling Heeseung closer to you by pushing your legs around him. He holds your waist and you position your crotch right against his. He’s hard already. “Besides, I perform better after I cum.”

“Mm, is that right?”

“Yes, professor. Haven’t you ever wondered why I test well with your cum sitting inside of me?”

“So dirty for me.” Heeseung dips down to press his lips right on top of yours like he’s been dying for a taste all morning. “Makes me wanna fuck you real hard.”

“You have thirty minutes.”

Your sultry voice lures him right in. He doesn’t have enough time for foreplay and fears that someone might need him before he’s set to begin teaching so he pulls his cock out of his pants before shoving them down until they reach his ankles. You did him a favor by wearing a dress today and when he pushes a hand underneath to push your panties to the side, he groans when he realizes you aren’t wearing any.

Heeseung pushes the tip inside of your wet hole and looks you in the eye. “You’re trouble.”

“You like that though, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he says, pushing himself further inside of you until you’re arching your chest into him, “I really do. My naughty girl.”

His hips thrust in and out of you at a nice pace. You feel him within your walls and push yourself off of the table with the palm of your hands to angle yourself towards him better with his wet dick sloshing around you. It seeps down onto his balls and Heeseung puts his own hands on the desk beside you in order to kiss you.

“Did you complete your online assignment?”

“Really, Hee? You’re asking me that now?”

Heeseung smirks and pushes himself in and out of you faster until you’re yelping against his lips. “Yeah, I am. Don’t want my best student to fall behind just because she’s drunk over some cock. Did you finish it, Y/N?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Do you think you did a good job?”

“I did!” you whine against him as Heeseung kisses your neck. “I double checked my references!”

“Perfect student with a perfect pussy.” He pulls back far enough to see his cock disappearing inside of you. “Wooooow. Would you look at that?”

“Wish you would come fuck me in my dorm,” you whine. “I hate fucking in your office.”

“You like my bed though, don’t you? My bed is much bigger than the pathetic twin the university gives you.”

“Yeah, but think about it. It’s really hot when you know we shouldn’t be fucking there.”

He shakes his head and kisses your lips to silence you. “Can’t risk getting seen by other students, baby. Fucking in my office is risky enough.”

“Then you should make me cum so we don’t get caught.”

Heeseung heeds your warning and uses the strength in his legs to push you onto the desk until your legs are in the air. His hands come to your calves to keep your legs apart just how he likes you to be, watching your silk-like pussy folds envelope him like you’re a siren waiting to ruin him.

You come when he comes. That feeling of sudden warmth in your hole makes you go insane every time he does it. Heeseung pulls out enough to watch as the rest of his cum drips onto your folds until he’s soft enough to clean the two of you up. He wipes you down with a spare tissue before he leans down to lick one strip up your pussy and kissing your clit before closing your legs for you.

“Same time tomorrow?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he laughs.

“I have a faculty meeting, unfortunately…Why don’t you spend the weekend with me?”

“Oh? And do what professor?”

“I think you know what.”

He wills himself not to get hard again.

[rubiehart]

jj is the type to beg you for head, just on his knees absolutely pleading for you to suck his dick

xoxo- 🦢

oh my goshhh.. can i expand by saying this is him when he takes E at a kegger and he’s just uncontrollable.. swan nonnie ily

you and john b had to practically drag jj back to the chateau, he’d taken something he clearly couldn’t handle and he was uncontrollable to say the least, random bursts of energy as john b wrestled him through the door, ignoring his protests to stop being a ‘party pooper’, the door rattling in its frame as jj knocked in with his shoulder, erupting into another fit of uncontrollable laughter as you and john b shared an irritated look. “get inside bro, you have got to sober up.”

you’d managed to pin him to the bed of the guest room, john b excusing himself when he saw jj was getting antsy, he’d had enough and decided you could handle him on your own. “john b get back here now.” you’d mutter sternly, as he just shrugged with a smirk, shutting the door to the bedroom and you heard the soft click of his bedroom door across the hall locking, letting out a defeated huff as jj cracks up at nothing in particular.

“what the fuck did you take?” you say, rubbing at your forehead frustratedly as jj places his hands behind his head, blinking rapidly at the ceiling and sighing. “tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes.” you look down at him in shock as he laughs. “oh my god..” you sigh, getting off of him, releasing he’s literally hard as a rock underneath you as he groans out.

“please do somethin’..” he pleas, reaching out for you as you sigh. “i’ve never been this fuckin’ hard in my life.. i dunno what i took but i cant do this shit..when you’re standin’ there lookin’ like that-” he rambles.

“you’re gonna shut up if i do?” you ask with a sigh and his eyes widen, wondering if you were being serious. “are you kiddin’, or…?” he questions, smirking a little. you shake your head, crawling up to him on the bed and working on his zipper, you hear him breathing heavily and look up at him with a cocked brow. “what? you never had a blowie before?” you ask with a chuckle, working his cargo shorts down his thighs.

“not from a smoke show like you.” he smirks, pulling his waistband down to release his cock and your breath catches in your throat. he was a fucking monster, rock hard and practically pulsing with the intensity, pretty pink tip leaking precum down his shaft, you look up at his face again to catch him tonguing at a fresh cut on his lip, clearly enjoying himself, a little too confident, you thought.

“you’re such a dick.” you mumble, working his shaft with two hands as he throws his head back against the stack of pillows. “hm?” he half moans out through clenched teeth. “please.. put it in your mouth.” he groans out and you feel yourself clench, your panties getting wetter by the second. “needy boy.” you joke, swirling your tongue around his tip. the small touch is like fireworks in his nervous system as he moans like a little bitch at the little kitten licks you were giving him. this was gonna be fun.

[glitterjay]

can u do gynaecologist enha (whichever member u want) with patient reader?

ifnotitsokayiunderstandimjustobsessedwithyourwriting

Also can I be🦢anon?

⭒ gynecologist!sunghoon, fingering, head implied (f. receiving) , suggestive content minors dni

⭒ c's note: this is a new approach, and i've never been to a gynecologist before, so im sorry if it's bad ㅜㅜ welcome to the club, 🦢'anon! do let me know if you liked it or not

⭒ due to popular demand, you can find part 2 here

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

you were quite nervous, to say the least, about visiting the gynecologist. you just wanted to get a checkup to make sure everything was right with your body, but since it was your first time, you were shy and embarrassed.

you had arrived at the place of your appointment just in time, walking straight into the doctor's office.

it took you by surprise to see a man. you had told yourself that a woman would be taking care of you, so you shouldn't be so embarrassed by this at all.

he noticed your shocked expression and asked you to take a seat by the desk, adjusting the glasses that were just about to fall off the tip of his nose. "you might have been expecting, dr. kim in here, but she had to go out. i'm dr. park, sunghoon park. there's no need to worry, i'll take good care of you."

his voice was deep yet soft, and it made butterflies appear in your tummy. you blushed, looking away from him and scanning the things adorning the room.

"i see that you came in just for a checkup. is it your first time?" you nodded, playing with your fingers as you looked down at them. the oen he was holding seemed to be from the college he attended and the year of his cohort. to your surprise, it was just a year before you graduated yourself.

"im gonna need you to lay in that bed over there for me, please."

you did as told, still fidgeting with your hands. he was getting ready for your check up, and he had to admit you looked very pretty.

"alright," he sat in front of the bed, and pulled out a robe. "there's a bathroom right over there. you can go change into this so your checkup can start."

-

sunghoon had started conversation so you could feel less nervous. you had find out he was indeed a year above you in college, and has been working ever since graduation. it was a small world, and you were glad you didn't know him until today, or else it would've been worse.

the latex gloves he's was wearing were close against your sensitive skin. it send shivers up your spine every time sunghoon moved and touched. it was until a small moan left your mouth that sunghoon noticed what his hands were causing.

it was as if an angel had ascended straight from heaven to sing. sunghoon's body count was big, but he had never heard such a beautiful and melodious voice before.

he glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked, and went straight to business.

his long index finger started gathering the juices that were leaving your body, his eyes gleaming at the sight before him. he didn't lose anything, right? after all, both of you would win something.

"your body is perfectly healthy," he said, his fingers trying to stuff back the juices making your cunt glow. was it weird what he was doing? probably, but it had this weird and addictive feeling growing within you, so you didn't tell him to stop.

sunghoon inserted his whole index finger, curling it up as soon as he could. this made your body jump a little, allowing him to hear another wonderful moan.

he kept fingering you for a while, adding more fingers as he went on. as soon as your walls started to clench around him, he stopped.

he lowered the chair he was sitting on, so now his face was right in front of your exposed heat. he was staring at it like a hungry man, and you blushed when he looked up at you through his glasses.

"it looks pretty," he said. "perfectly taken care of, and I bet it tastes amazing too."

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

❥‧ be soft with me (김승민)

in which: as much as seungmin acted like he didn't care. there were a few days where he couldn't hold in his love for you.

genre: fluff rating: n/a. wc: < 300 pairing: seungmin x reader masterlist.

warnings: n/a

a/n: I know this is a really random drabble im totally not trying to apologize for the heart break you guys are going to go through this week when i post the first actual 1k event post ;-;

You walked into your apartment, and slipped off your shoes, setting your bag down on the table as you passed by it. "I'm home." You said, walking into the main room, finding it empty. You made a face, peeking into the kitchen then the bathroom, "Seungm-"

Arms wrapped around you from behind and you almost jumped, if it wasn't for your boyfriend's familiar scent clouding over you.

"Hi.." He muttered into your shoulder.

You reached up and patted his head. "Hi..."

Seungmin nuzzled into your shoulder and you giggled. "That tickles."

"Missed you." He squeezed you a bit tighter.

You smiled slightly. It was a rare occurrence for Seungmin to admit he missed you. "Did you?"

He huffed into your shoulder, pulling you away from the bathroom and steering your feet to your shared bedroom. "Don't push it."

You turned in his arms as you reached your bedroom and kissed his nose. "I need to take a shower."

Seungmin made a face and turned so his back was to the bed, he hugged you tightly and flopped back onto the mattress. "Not yet."

"Seungmo I need to go-"

He squeezed you. "Stay here a little while more."

You sighed and relaxed, "Okay."

As much as Seungmin wouldn't admit it, he loved quiet moments with you like this. And you loved it all the more.

"Get off me you smell like train and office building." Seungmin muttered after half an hour.

You glared at him.

He smiled and kissed you gently.

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[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 ENHYPEN HELPING YOU CALM DOWN AFTER A PTSD FLASHBACK

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : comfort angst imagines headcanon — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : panic attack imagery, flashbacks — REQUESTED : by 🦢 anon ! ☆ — enha masterlist

note: In Sunoo’s part, “I saw the lights flicker” is another way of saying “I noticed something was wrong,” but in a way I thought suited how ptsd feels at times, and also more comforting wording.

HEESEUNG :

The air is still, but everything inside you is trembling.

The flashback has passed, but its shadow lingers, tight in your chest, buzzing under your skin. The world feels far away, muffled, like you’re underwater. Your hands clutch the edge of the blanket like it’s a lifeline, the fabric damp with sweat. You don’t even realize you’re crying until a tear slips off your chin.

Heeseung doesn’t say anything at first. He doesn’t rush in with panic or questions, he just moves gently, quietly, like he’s entering a sacred space.

He sits on the floor beside the bed, folding his long legs beneath him. He stays at eye level, not towering over you, not demanding your attention. Just there.

Then, softly

“Can I hold you now?”

You blink, slow and heavy. Your throat is too tight to speak, but you nod, just a little.

He doesn’t move quickly. Heeseung is careful, always. He climbs into the bed with a reverence usually reserved for lullabies, and slips his arms around you like he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he’s too rough. One arm wraps around your shoulders, the other rests over your hand, still clutching the blanket, and he holds it too, without prying it away.

He hums something low. Not a song, not really. Just notes that barely reach the air, something familiar and soothing. A rhythm to catch your breath on.

“You’re okay,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re not there anymore. You’re here… with me.”

The blanket starts to slip from your fingers. His hold tightens just slightly, a promise without words. He rocks you a little, side to side, not enough to make you dizzy, just enough to remind your body: this is now. This is real.

“You did so good,” he breathes. “Just breathing through it… I’m so proud of you.”

You finally exhale. A full breath. The first in what feels like hours.

Heeseung stays there, quiet and steady, until the shaking fades and you let go, not of the blanket, but of the fear. Not all at once. Just enough.

He doesn’t let go of your hand.

JAY :

The silence after a flashback is the worst part.

It’s too loud. Too sharp. Like the world pressed pause, but your body didn’t get the memo. Every breath you take feels too big in your chest. Your jaw is tight, your hands tingling, and your eyes… your eyes won’t focus. You don’t even know where you are.

But Jay does.

He’s already there when your vision clears, kneeling just beside the couch, his eyes locked on yours, calm but so focused, like he’s ready to catch you even if you don’t fall.

He hasn't touched you yet.

Instead, his voice comes slow and steady, like a candle flickering in a dark room. “You’re here,” he says. “You made it through. That was the past. You’re not there anymore.”

The words aren’t said to fix anything. They’re reminders. Anchors. Jay knows better than to speak over your pain, he speaks beneath it, under the surface where the fear still claws.

You flinch. You didn’t mean to, but the memory’s claws are still in you.

Immediately, his voice softens further. “Hey. You’re safe,” he says, like it’s a promise. “Look at me. Just me. Can you try?”

You do. Slowly.

And when your eyes finally meet his, Jay still doesn’t move, not until he’s sure. Then, he reaches out and rests his palm gently over yours. Not grasping. Just there. Steady. Warm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs. “Even if you can’t talk right now. Even if you can’t breathe yet. I’m staying right here.”

Your throat tightens. The guilt tries to creep in, the shame of needing comfort, of being “too much”, but Jay cuts it off before it roots.

“You don’t have to explain it,” he says, reading your silence like a language only he understands. “You never do. I’m just proud of you for coming back.”

His hand squeezes yours, not hard, just enough for you to feel something solid. Real.

“You did good,” he says again, like he’s trying to press those words into your bones.

And for the first time, the air around you doesn’t feel so sharp.

JAKE :

The storm inside you has passed, but it left wreckage behind.

Your chest is still tight. Not with panic, not anymore, but with the hollow weight it always leaves behind. The echo of fear. The exhaustion of surviving it. Your hands tremble in your lap, and your throat burns like you’ve been screaming even though you never made a sound.

Jake doesn’t speak right away. He knows. He always knows.

He crouches in front of you, not touching, just waiting for your eyes to find his. His brows are drawn, but not in worry, more like devotion. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the room. Like your pain isn’t frightening, just something he wants to hold for you.

Without a word, he reaches beside him and offers you a glass of water.

It’s small, simple. But it’s Jake, and somehow, even that one gesture feels like a lifeline. Like a breath.

Your fingers brush his as you take it. Unsteady. Cold. But he doesn’t flinch. He just smiles, softly, warmly, and says, “There you go.”

You drink a little. Not much. It’s enough.

Jake settles onto the floor in front of you, sitting cross-legged, close but not smothering. “You don’t have to talk,” he says, gently. “Not unless you want to.”

You nod, barely. And then, because your lungs still haven’t quite figured out what peace feels like, you let out a shaky breath.

Jake’s gaze softens even more. “Okay. Let’s breathe together, yeah?”

He lifts a hand to his own chest and exaggerates his inhale. “In… one, two, three…”

Then out. “One, two, three…”

You try. It’s messy, uneven. But Jake doesn’t care. He smiles like it’s the most perfect thing you’ve ever done. Like he’s proud of you just for existing.

“You’re doing so good,” he says quietly. “You’re here now. And nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m around.”

He scoots a little closer, letting his knee brush yours. His presence hums with warmth. Steady, like a heartbeat.

“Just keep breathing, alright?” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

And somehow, little by little, the pieces inside you begin to fit again.

SUNGHOON :

The room is still. But not in a peaceful way.

It’s the kind of stillness that follows a collapse, like the air itself is holding its breath, afraid to move. Your body is curled in on itself, not from fear anymore, but from fatigue. the bone-deep kind that comes after your mind has dragged you through memories you’d rather forget.

Your muscles ache from tension you didn’t realize you were holding. Your throat is sore. Your eyes are dry. And still, somehow, you feel like you might fall apart again at the slightest touch.

So Sunghoon doesn’t touch you.

Not at first.

He sits a few feet away, back against the same wall as you, legs stretched out in front of him. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay. He knows the answer, and he respects you too much to ask for a performance.

Instead, he speaks into the stillness, his voice quiet but sure. “I stayed.”

Two words. That’s it.

And they work better than anything else could.

You blink, barely. You’re not sure why that hits so hard, but it does. Maybe because it means he didn’t run. Maybe because you expected him to.

Sunghoon glances over at you, not intrusively, just enough to let you know he’s there. Present. Calm. “You don’t have to say anything,” he adds, voice softer now. “I just wanted you to know I’m here. Still here.”

Your fingers twitch against your leg, and he notices. Of course he does.

He shifts a little closer, slow enough that you have time to stop him if you need to. When you don’t, he reaches out, just his pinky brushing lightly against your hand. Nothing more. Like he’s leaving the door open, not walking through it.

“That thing in your head,” he murmurs. “It doesn’t win. You made it through. And I saw how hard that was.”

He doesn’t flatter. He doesn’t dramatize. He just tells the truth.

You look at him, finally. And in his eyes, there’s no fear. No pity. Just that quiet loyalty that’s always been there, just beneath the surface.

“I’m not leaving,” he says again. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow.”

Then, still not pushing, he offers a blanket, the corner of it brushing your knee. An invitation. Warmth without pressure.

You take it.

And when you finally lean your head against his shoulder, he exhales like he’s been waiting for this moment, not because it’s a relief for him, but because it means you’re back.

And that’s all he ever wanted.

SUNOO :

The room is dim. Quiet. But not peaceful.

The flashback left you wrung out, your breathing shallow, your body heavy like it’s been drained of color. You’re sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, your gaze fixed somewhere far away. You’re not crying anymore, but it feels like you could start again if someone even looked at you too kindly.

So when Sunoo appears in the doorway, your stomach knots instinctively.

Not because you don’t trust him, but because he sees everything.

And that kind of tenderness can be terrifying when you’re raw.

He doesn’t speak right away. Doesn’t smile. Just kneels across from you, folding into your space like someone slipping into warm water, delicate, unthreatening.

“I saw the lights flicker,” he says softly, like an apology for interrupting. “I figured something wasn’t right.”

His voice is like sunlight behind clouds, not bright, not blinding. Just enough to warm the edge of the moment.

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Still, Sunoo doesn’t rush you. He just reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out… a soft little object. A stress ball. Shaped like a cat.

“I didn’t bring it because I think you need it,” he says quickly, watching your face. “I brought it because I know how your hands feel after.”

You glance down at your fingers. You hadn’t even noticed how tightly they were curled until now. Your nails bit into your skin.

You take the cat without thinking. And Sunoo’s smile is small, grateful, not proud.

“There you are,” he says quietly. “Hi.”

Your eyes sting again.

He shifts, sitting beside you now. He doesn’t try to wrap you up or say all the right things. He just leans his shoulder against yours, a soft point of contact, like he’s lighting a candle between you.

“Do you want to stay here for a bit?” he asks. “We don’t have to talk. We don’t have to move. Just sit. Until the world feels less loud.”

You nod. He leans into you a little more, his warmth grounding and gentle.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, more a breath than a statement. “Even if all you did was survive.”

And with Sunoo beside you, survival suddenly feels a little more like living.

JUNGWON :

The silence in the room is thick, not peaceful, but suspended.

Your breathing is slow now, almost mechanical, like your body is trying to remember how to function one step at a time. The panic is gone, but it left a crater in its wake, emptiness, exhaustion, a cold that has nothing to do with the air around you.

You feel small. Tired. Detached.

And then… you feel him.

You hadn’t heard him come in, but Jungwon’s presence is unmistakable, grounding, even when he doesn’t speak. He closes the door behind him with a gentleness that doesn’t disturb the quiet, only softens it. No sudden movements. No pity in his eyes.

He approaches slowly, crouching in front of you, not making you look up, not asking anything of you. Just being there.

“Do you want to sit with me?” he asks, voice low, warm like a blanket you forgot you were under.

You don’t answer. Not because you don’t want him to, but because your body is still catching up to your brain. So he waits. Patient. Still. He doesn’t take the silence as rejection. He understands.

When you finally, wordlessly shift toward him, he exhales so softly you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t so tuned in to the world now.

He sits beside you, not too close, not too far, letting the space be yours. Then, gently, he offers his hand. Palm up. Open.

You stare at it for a second. Then place yours in his.

No words. No need.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles slowly, rhythmically, like he’s reminding your skin what safety feels like. Like he’s anchoring you without tying you down.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he says. “Not now. Not ever, if you don’t want to.”

There’s no tension in his posture. He’s not waiting for you to break down or open up. He’s just present, ready to sit here as long as it takes for the pieces of you to come back.

“I’ll be here until you feel steady again,” he adds, and you believe him.

Because with Jungwon, words aren’t just words.

They’re promises.

NIKI :

The silence is overwhelming in a way that feels too loud.

The flashback has left you breathless, your mind replaying the images in flashes, while your body is frozen, as if it hasn’t caught up to where you are now. Every part of you is taut, like a string pulled too tight. Even your skin feels too sensitive, the air too thick.

You don’t realize that Niki is there until you feel the weight of his presence, he doesn’t speak, but the way his footsteps move, steady and sure, makes your heart settle just a little.

“Hey,” he says softly, and his voice cuts through the fog like a spark in the dark. It’s calm, nothing frantic, nothing too much. But it’s warm. His voice is always warm.

When you don’t respond, he sits down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he doesn’t need to. The question is always there, but the way he asks it isn’t with words; it’s in the way he leans into your space, offering his energy without pushing it on you.

For a long moment, he stays silent, just letting the space between you be filled with the quiet rhythm of your breathing.

Then, he reaches over and gently rests his hand on your back, nothing too forceful, just a light touch, like a hand guiding you back into yourself.

“You’re here now,” Niki says, the words careful, as if testing their weight. “You made it through. I’m right here.”

His thumb moves in slow, soothing circles, like he’s trying to ease the tension out of you, but never too fast, always keeping it gentle.

And even though your body feels like it’s trying to fall apart, his presence feels like a tether. The way he is both calm and full of energy, the way he radiates warmth without pushing you. He’s like a constant flame that never burns too hot but always keeps you warm.

“If you need to take your time, take all the time you need,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait until you’re ready to come back.”

His words are light, but there’s a firmness in them that makes you feel safe, like the weight of the world can’t touch you when he’s around.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you start to breathe a little easier, not because the storm is over, but because Niki’s presence is strong enough to hold you through it.

Word count : 2672 | serapharua, 2025.

[bunnis-monsters]

ooo okey ty!! also will do >:))

also btw do you have any ideas to how you wanna characterize your angel oc? /gen

-🦢 anon

So there’s two versions of him!!

Before the fall he’s pretty easy going, and other angels see him as wise. Though, he thinks he’s pretty average in terms of intelligence, he’s actually on the smarter side. He can be a bit ditzy, and doesn’t understand how beautiful he is. He is curious about the human body, and doesn’t understand social normals and boundaries that humans have. He’s humble and kind! Other angels rely on him a lot, he’s kind of like an older brother to them!

After the fall, he starts out absolutely terrified and clings to you for safety and reassurance. His mind is slightly twisted, and he becomes super attached to you. When an angel is cast away from heaven, they often turn to another being to worship, and his choice is you. Though he still doesn’t understand his beauty, he will use it to seduce you, and now his intelligence helps him keep you within arms reach through manipulation. His brethren in heaven miss him dearly…

He doesn’t always become a fallen angel, it’s just an option. Kind of like a different route in a game.

[pintrestgrl]

could we have a lil drabble of precious having a bad nightmare of her dad n barry trying to comfort her in his own twisted way? take this anywhere you want to lovely<3

a/n - this is so short just kill me at this point

PRECIOUS ‘N BARRY

barry knew about the things that haunted precious. he truly did. he knew every last detail of it. he also knew how to help precious. in every meaning of the word.

it didnt shock him when precious yet again woke up in a sweat, panicking. this was a bi-weekly occurrence at that point. she woke up, pushing his hands off of her as she softly wept. barry spoke. “fucks the deal with you, precious?” she stayed silent.

he heard her quick breaths fill the room, sitting up to rub at her back. she flinched, creeping away from his touch. he knew she got like this sometimes, overstimulated. she didnt want anyone touching her. but this was different. this had reasoning behind it.

he knew she wouldnt snap out of it unless forced. so he did what he had to do, he thought. he snuck up on her, grabbing her by her ribs, and pinning her down with his knee. she screamed, pushing and slapping at his face. he grunted, letting a irritated breath out of his nose.

he spoke. “tell me what happened.” she huffed, furrowing her brows at him. she stayed silent. he spoke again, “what was it, huh? was it about your fuckin’ dad?” she froze, her eyes staying stuck to his. he rolled his eyes, muttering out at ‘k.’ his forearm went to her ribs, holding her down singlehandedly now.

he promptly pulled her panties off of her, as her breathing quickened up. she screamed, writhing under him. he lowered the waistband of his pants, pulling out his growing dick. he held her down, speaking. “precious. look at me. see? its me, not your daddy. keep lookin’ at me.” he said, pushing harshly inside of her.

her lips parted, keeping eye contact. she moaned, watching him. he returned her gaze, thrusting in and out of her. he spoke. “who is it baby, who am i?” she swallowed, panting. “bear. mmph— barry.” he grinned, breathing out a chuckle. “yeah. thats right, precious.”

she felt him speed up his pace, pressing down on her lower stomach. his forehead dropped to hers, pressing kisses on the corner of her mouth. she spoke. “bear— ‘m gonna cum.” he nodded, letting out a breath. “i know, baby. go ‘head.” she moved her head, letting her lips connect to his.

she bit down on his lower lip, drawing out a groan from him. she felt him twitch inside of her, cumming with him. they moaned into eachothers mouth, quick kisses coming after. he muttered into her mouth. “you— you feel better, precious?” she hummed against his lips, nodding.

he sat up, looking down at her state. she had been crying the whole time. he could tell. he wiped under her eyes, admiring her. he dropped his hand, pressing a kiss to her knee. he picked her panties back up, sliding them up her body. he patted the mound between her legs, grinning.

he laid back down next to her, letting her crawl up into him. she let one of her hands go up his shirt, laying against the warm skin of his stomach. she sighed, nuzzling up into him. she kept quiet, not a word leaving her. he knew better then to make her talk about it.

he knew that was only a short term solution. that she’d end up in the same situation as soon as next week. but he also knew she probably didnt even want to try to permanently fix the problem. she was too scared. too nervous.

she was too comfortable with being uncomfortable.

tags : (dm if u wanna b added, or taken off.)

@lacehartz @battybaby111 @maybanksangel @kittyreposts @littlelamy @theeternaloptimistt @sugaraanddiesel @enchantedstarfish @iwishiknew-69 @heavenlyangelbaby @rafesdoe

[webism]

Satoru would be the type of person who would go 'I woke up at 3am severely dehydrated so eat my girlfriend out with me!'

His tongue tangles with your folds, the soft slurping sounds resonating from underneath the covers. Your slick drips down his chin; it's nearly 5am now. Goodness knows how long he's been at it. It's a miracle that you haven't woken up yet.

His nose bumps your clit with every move, every slurp, every drag of his tongue over your sloppy hole. He was acting like a starved man - like he hadn't eaten in weeks and you were his first meal.

Soft, breathless moans were dragged from your quivering lips, your dreams branded with his blue eyes and white hair. He licks the inside of your thighs, chasing the pearly white beads that he hadn't captured in your previous orgasm. Your juices were like a nectar to him; the taste always made him yearn for more.

As another orgasm washes over you, he laps it all up with vigour, a blissful groan leaving his lips, hands gripping your thighs, forcing them apart. You rouse from the impact of your orgasm, the euphoria slowly ebbing away as you push yourself to your elbows.

"S-satoru?"

-🦢

i love you 🦢 anon always feeding me

[ditzydoe444]

Hear me out: Sugar Daddy! Bruce with bunny! Reader at a gala, but Bruce is using one of those remote controlled vibrators on reader, she tries to take it out on the bathroom, but Bruce punishes her for trying to take it out

-🦢

MDNI 18+

it was one of the biggest galas in the city, and bruce had to bring his arm candy. you were his sugar baby, all you had to do was comply with his needs in the bedroom, which were not only good for him but for you too and you got all the jewellery and dresses you wanted. but, it also meant that you had to go to the galas as well.

bruce knew all too well about how boring these galas can be, he’s been attending them for years, but to see you all pouty and whiny he couldn’t help with an idea in his mind.

now you had a vibrator shoved up your cunt whilst he chatted amongst the businessmen. “you ok darling? you look a bit flushed,” the businessman frowned as he stared at you, him and bruce were talking about some business dealings with jargon you didn’t understand, as a result of your boredom bruce turned up the setting until you were gripping into his bicep, nails digging into his tailored suit.

“she’s alright, they can never get the temperature right here that’s all, always too hot inside but too cold inside,” bruce shrugged nonchalantly as he narrowed his eyes at you, one that no one else caught.

the setting got higher and higher, to the point where you were convinced that you were going to come. your knees were weak and it took every ounce of self control to not moan in front of a well renowned ceo. “excuse me but i need to use the restroom,” you squeaked as you politely dismissed yourself from the conversation, heels echoing on the marble floor as you made your way to the bathroom.

you barely made it to the bathroom, going to one near the storage room for one person only. you pulled your dress up, seeing how soaked your panties were alone as the vibrations increased more and more. bruce was mad.

your hands shook as you pulled your panties down, before removing the vibrator out of your cunt. only to have him knock on the bathroom door.

“let me in right now,” his voice low with no room for argument.

bruce was the one taking you home, and you knew better than to anger the man that had enough money to buy the whole damn city.

slowly you unlocked the door, bruce’s large figure storming in immediately before locking the door. “what are you doing?” his eyes narrowed on the vibrator in your hands rather than your cunt.

“we had an agreement to not remove it.”

“i know but it was getting too much and i was going to come and-“

“then you come,” he said flatly, “you don’t get to bend the rules doll, his voice low as he took the vibrator in his hands, before bending you over the sink’s counter.

“you need to know your place, when an older respectable man asks you to do something, you listen.” he grumbled as he nudged your fat apart, shoving the vibrator in your puffy folds. “sensitive bruce,” you whined as you felt it vibrating, the speed increasing each second as he clicked the remote.

“too bad sweetheart, you should’ve thought about this before,” his voice low as you felt him spread your cheeks. your eyes widen in realisation before he spat on your puckered hole.

“clenching around nothing? how about i fix that?” he rubbed his thumb around the hole, your body shaking from the vibrator and how you whined pathetically. gently, he inserted a finger, watching as it clenched, “you like this sweetheart? you like to be filled in both holes?”

“well i need to punish you for disobeying my orders,” his voice low and controlled as he watched you whine, your mouth making pathetic little protests.

“no bruce, ‘m too sensitive,” your eyes wide and pleading as he unbuckles his belt, the leather material falling on the marble floor.

he wasted no time fucking your ass, watching as your limp body bounced with his thrusts, your ass rippling as he hits them. “this is the only thing you are good for apart from being eye candy, don’t forget that yeah?” he grunted as he abused your gummy walls.

“nm-mph!” you mewled as tears streamed down your cheeks, your vision clouding.

“don’t you there disobey my fucking orders.” he grunted, his nails digging into your soft flesh with his thrusts hard but having absolutely no intention of making you come.”

[bunnipuffs]

okay but what about a sorta opposite from your mean!reader nerdy!abby. reader is a total book worm but when it comes to anything outside of a textbook she’s a bimbo. while abby’s set on getting her doctorate and doesn’t have time for anyone but reader wriggles her way dumbly into abby’s heart

- 💐

WAAAA I LOVE THIS ONE OMG … so cute i luv this so bad thank you flower anon !!!!!! i’m kinda obsessed with dumb reader and nerdy abby … but maybe i’m projecting because i’m also quite dumb </3

i made reader more bimbo-y (that is not a word forgive me) and focused on the fact that she’s more interested in books than studies , i hope that’s okay !!!!! <3333

i hope you enjoy !!!!!!!! ^_^ ♡ ♡ ♡

꒰ cw. slightly mean abby, fingering ꒱

⋆˙⟡ nerdy! abby and bimbo! reader, a match made in heaven.

♡ . — ꒰ 1 ꒱

୨୧ you’re obsessed with reading. your shelves are filled with a wide range of genres, from the most intricate fantasy stories to thriller and horror, and even to the most insane smut you’ve ever come across. when you’re not busy shopping or doing your makeup to take selfies, your head is buried in one of your many books for hours. unfortunately, your passion for reading hasn’t transferred to your academics…

୨୧ exam season is coming up, and you haven’t been studying at all! but one quick glance at abby anderson, the well-known top student of your classes, and you decide you need her help. you haven’t spoken to her at all, never in the two years you’ve been attending college, but after your lecture had ended, you confidently approach her wearing your favorite mini-skirt. you have a big smile on your face when you get to her, a little too big, but this was important. first impressions mattered. but abby simply looked at you from head to toe, packing away her textbooks and making her way out of the room without saying a single word.

୨୧ no biggie… maybe she’s just busy, she probably had a lot of things to do considering she had to keep her place as number one. so the next week you see her, you end up following her out of the lecture hall like a lost puppy — she doesn’t respond back to you, even after you offer to buy her a sweet treat from the campus’ cafe, or when you asked if she wanted a study partner. she kept walking to wherever she needed to go. you ended up following, of course. abby wasn’t pleased at all. you could tell from her face, but that didn’t deter you!

୨୧ abby didn’t budge for a while. she told you off one time, something along the lines of “i don’t need an idiot distracting me,” which you took with a grain of salt. maybe all those calculations and body anatomy memorization made her moody. she was always in the library studying, laptop open with lecture slides, her notebook full of notes that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, even five different pens for differing information. you were lucky enough that she didn’t say anything when you followed her to the library, but it was like you weren’t even there at all.

୨୧ you’re sitting across from her, a book in hand as always, you’re almost halfway done in the time that abby had been studying. you wonder how she can focus for so long without wanting to do something else. but abby thinks the same about you, taking small curious peeks when you were distracted. she wonders how you’re so goddamn annoying about your college work but can read a bunch of big words for hours. beats her, not her problem.

୨୧ abby had enough one day. she invites you over to her dorm room for a “study date” just to shut you up, and almost immediately tells you to sit down when you prance around, touching almost every medal and trophy she has on display. you sit on her bed, a sheepish smile on your face. now that you’re here with her — alone, it makes you a little nervous. you’ve been begging for this, and yet, it makes you blush a little when abby sits right next to you. your arms are brushing against each other, and she’s flipping through her notes while she explains them to you. you weren’t really listening.

୨୧ for the first time, you’ve gotten the chance to get to know abby. her cologne is strong, but not overpowering, it’s just enough to keep you wanting more. she smells good. her hair is always neatly braided. her notes are also freakishly organized, perfect handwriting with different brightly colored titles for every single chapter. you laugh a little, and it confuses abby. she lets out a “what?” with a glare, and you wrap your arms around her bicep, “nothing, just kinda funny that all your notes are so cute when your personality is the complete opposite!”

♡ . — ꒰ 2 ꒱

୨୧ abby who flushes at your comment — cute? no one had ever called her notes “cute,” that was ridiculous. she didn’t have time for your teasing when you were so adamant about your grades being in jeopardy. you chased her around campus, interrupted her cherished library time by poking around, doing absolutely nothing but cross off another useless book from your list. but for some reason your grasp around her, warm and welcoming, made her feel a little weird. she didn’t like that at all. she had no time to babysit some dumb girl that couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention to her! she was using her precious study time to help you, and you were teasing her. nonetheless your jab at her personality. she knew she was cold, distant even. but she needed to be completely focused if she wanted to get her doctorate. she didn’t want to hear that from someone like you either.

୨୧ abby scoffs, pushing you away. she shuts her notebook and sets it to her side, getting up from her place next to you. she lets out a heavy breath before staring right at you. “look, seriously, i have better things to do. if you aren’t going to try then you need to get out.” you’re pouting almost immediately, your eyes finding hers too. glossy and big. abby’s almost exasperated — you’re a grown woman looking at her like that. but the more she stares at you like this, the more she starts feeling the horrible twist of guilt in her stomach. shit, she thinks. maybe i was a little too harsh.

୨୧ she doesn’t want you to know she feels bad, so after a while of your very unconvincing puppy eyes and finding her will power, she sits back down and opens up her notes again. a smile spreads across your face instantly, and abby does her best to ignore it. you’re a pretty girl, dumb and incredibly annoying yes, but so pretty. she would be an idiot if she said otherwise, but she continues on, grumbling a “pay attention this time, no more talking.” you nod eagerly. she can’t help but take a few glances at you when you’re reading over her notes for yourself.

୨୧ you and abby spent the rest of the afternoon going over concepts you struggled with, and abby hates to admit it, but you weren’t so bad. you were smarter than you acted. yeah, you struggled with the most basic topics, but you eventually got them after a while. (with a lot of re-explaining from abby, a heavy sigh from her when you couldn’t answer her questions) you were funny too, and even made her laugh occasionally, but abby always covered it up with a cough. you both had gone through everything you were struggling with, and abby found it… endearing? to see you try so hard. the way your tongue poked out when you were working through a problem, when you scribbled down little mental notes to keep track. she found herself staring at you a lot, embarrassingly enough, and abby tried to keep herself busy when she caught herself — picking up a random textbook from her pile and flipping through it.

୨୧ over the course of exam season, abby was spending a lot of time with you. it annoyed her still, that her carefully constructed routine was suddenly destroyed by some girl that put her energy into fictional literature rather than actual important reading, but she was getting used to it. she even started waiting for you to pack up your things when the lecture ended, slowly putting away her books and electronics just so you had enough time to walk up to her. abby always greeted you with a blank stare, an eye roll if you were lucky, but you’d never know she purposely slowed herself down for you. she didn’t know why either. it’s like her body did it on autopilot, and now her routine consisted of her studies and you. walking to the library together, her telling you to focus when you got sidetracked, plus the lengthy hours of studying in her dorm room. it was her new routine.

♡ . — ꒰ 3 ꒱

୨୧ when abby finally finishes all her exams, she takes a lot of time relaxing in her dorm. she continues reading up on chapters she wanted to smooth over when she hears a small knock at her door. of course, it’s you, and you let yourself in with your laptop held tightly to your chest. “abs, i think i’m gonna die. this last exam is gonna kill me.” abby groans at your dramatics, “do not call me abs,” but she pulls out her little table anyway and you both sit next to each other. you’re pulling up the exam practice questions like clockwork, and you run her through the ones you didn’t understand.

୨୧ you’re almost an hour into it, and abby can tell you aren’t focusing. you’re constantly spacing out, interrupting her to talk about a new book coming out, and you aren’t grasping anything at all. she made a little quiz just for you, and you hadn’t gotten anything right. abby runs a hand through her hair, breathing out a deep sigh. she closes your laptop and places the pen right back into your hand. you stare at her confused.

୨୧ “if you get a question right, i’ll give you something. how about that?” abby proposes, your eyes darting from her own to her lips. abby is a little taken aback, you’re bold, you make it so obvious. but she patiently waits for your answer anyway. “like what?” you reply quietly, and the air is suddenly thick with tension. it’s too quiet.

୨୧ “whatever you want.” abby was done with her own exams. she could afford to be reckless for a little. maybe she’d regret it in a few weeks, but with the way you’re staring at her, the way you’ve been staring at her, she knows exactly what you want. she couldn’t go back now. and abby couldn’t lie to herself either. she was getting distracted — thoughts about what your lips would feel like, what it’d be like if your bodies were so close that she started smelling like your perfume, the stolen glances when you both pretended to be working, she knew. and you knew it too.

୨୧ “then…” you answer, no elaboration, you’re shifting up to tug your shorts down. abby bites the inside of her cheek when she sees how perfectly your panties fit your ass, the material hugging it like it was made for you. she hasn’t taken her eyes off you the moment you moved, and she should be upset at the fact you just discarded your clothes on the floor, messily, but she didn’t care. her hand reached out to touch your hip before she could even realize, caressing you softly. you smile at her, that stupid smile abby insisted was so annoying, before you turn your attention to the makeshift quiz she made for you. abby shuffles closer to see you work, watching as your hand moves to answer.

୨୧ you think long and hard before answering, circling one of the multiple choice answers abby provided. it’s correct. abby doesn’t say it, but her hand moves to slip down the front of your panties. she leaves it there, a hitch in your breath when she’s just over where you needed her the most. the room feels so hot, abby thinks. was it always this hot? you continue on to the second question, your brain working overtime to focus on the right choice — it’s hard when abby’s warm hand is over your cunt, the fact that you’re almost indecent while abby is fully clothed. you throb at the thought.

୨୧ you shakily circle another answer, an approving hum from abby. she shoves her hand in deeper, now moving her fingers up and down your folds. you’re already so wet, and you just barely started. you can feel her watching your every move, peering from right above your shoulder. you go to the third question, one you thought you knew, circling confidently. abby continues her slow pace across your aching pussy, “no, not that one.” you groan, frustrated, she’s going too slow and it’s making you crave for more. your brain is starting to feel fuzzy.

୨୧ you get to question five, and abby had started to move faster, her fingers circling your clit and rubbing at your entrance, teasing, you moan when she rubs over your clit again — “focus,” she mumbles in your ear, continuing her pace. you do your best to. you glance over the answers for the question and circle, abby rubbing at you even quicker. a strangled “abby!” is pulled from your throat, feeling her lips at your neck. “c’mon, next one. you don’t wanna fail, do you?” you shake your head, and with a tighter grip on her pen, you move down to the next one. you’re so wet, and you can hear yourself if you listen close enough.

୨୧ you miraculously answer the next three questions correctly, and when you circle your next answer, it’s like abby was waiting — she pushes a thick finger inside of your waiting cunt immediately, a loud squelch at the contact. you’re gasping, abby pulling you onto her lap so smoothly you don’t even realize, and she’s spreading your legs with ease. she’s thrusting it in deep, slowly, so slowly that you’re squirming at every push. it’s not fast enough, and you know if you don’t get this next one right, she’s going to keep it this way. your head is buzzing, and it takes you four attempts to read question nine properly. you’re circling your best guess, and fuck. abby bites hard into the side of your neck, your hips bucking at the pain. “we went over that, stupid girl..” her mean words should bother you, but you feel yourself clench at the name. stupid, stupid, stupid. maybe you were, but that didn’t matter right now. your neck was stinging with pain and it was making you drip.

୨୧ “guess you don’t wanna come if you’re not taking this seriously?” abby laughs condescendingly, her voice right against your ear. you moan at her tone, and it’s not long before you’re trying to push down on her fingers, wanting to fuck yourself till’ you finish. but abby’s not that nice, never had been, and she completely pulls her fingers out of you. you’re empty suddenly, feeling a glob of slick pour out of your cunt. you’re whimpering, noisy and pathetic. “please, abs i can’t—“

୨୧ abby takes her free hand and grips your chin tightly, turning your focus back to the paper in front of you. it’s blurry, and your grasp on the pen seems to be getting looser. “you have one more, you wanted me to teach you right? so do it. don’t waste my time.” abby lets go of you, shoving two fingers inside of you without warning. it feels like you were shocked, shivers running down your spine. the stretch is painful, so sudden, but you’re clenching so tightly around her that abby can’t help but laugh at you. “it’s just one question, you shouldn’t have been so desperate if you can’t even do this.”

୨୧ tears are pooling in your eyes, your cheeks red from the humiliation. you’re reading over the last question as best as you can, your entire body shaking from the pressure inside of you. abby mutters something along the lines of, “following me around like a dumb puppy, you’re embarrassing” and it makes you wetter. you can’t think straight. you find two words that you recognize and circle the answer you think is right — you can feel abby press a kiss into your hair, “who would’ve thought? maybe you aren’t so fuckin’ dumb after all.”

୨୧ a sigh of relief falls from your lips, feeling abby move inside of you. she’s thrusting into you as roughly as she can now, deep, calling you a stupid mutt in your ear, you’re gripping at her thighs when she continues fucking into your pussy like an animal, digging deep into that spot. you gasp when she brushes over it. “right here, huh? making you feel good here?” she’s curling her fingers up into you, practically bruising it with how hard she’s pressing against it. you choke out her name, moans and whimpers streaming from your lips before you come hard on her fingers. you’re twitching, clenching tightly around her digits, abby’s lips are on yours and she’s licking into your mouth. you can’t feel anything for a few seconds.

୨୧ abby gently fucks you through it, looking over your paper from where you both sat. she smiles down at you, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “not bad, i think you’ll pass.”

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@hyperbabes

[spideyhexx]

rewatching Billy the kid because I’m sick and

I need Billy to slowly fuck me as he pins my hands above my head and makes intense eye contact

xoxo- 🦢

i need to rewatch some of it tomorrow :) y'all idk where this came from but here you go

mdni; fem!reader

"Darlin' I know you want to, just-"

A soft moan escapes your lips, cutting Billy off from his words, his hand pressing harder against your wrists that he's pinned above your head.

His hips thrust slowly into you, your legs hiked around his waist to keep him pressed close, his forehead almost resting on yours as he fucks you. Billy was showing a lot of restraint, taking his time like he was getting to know your body, even though he has lots of knowledge of you already.

"Billy please, I won't tug too hard," you whisper to him, your lips brushing his and he shakes his head.

"Honey, I swear to god, 'f I let you pull my hair, I'll come so quick," he rasps out and you feel his hand tighten even more to hold your hands away. You whine at him, but he's prepared for it.

"Won't work, honey, won't work, c'mere," he speaks under his breath, giving your lips the smallest kiss, nudging his nose on yours and giving you a second before pressing his lips fully on yours, humming into the kiss.

His lips are rough on your own, but somehow, Billy is able to make them feel as if they're the softest thing imaginable. He nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away and you bite back a smile, his thrusts remaining at their slow, almost agonizing pace, but it didn't matter. You still felt all of him, every part of him was encompassing you.

"Better?" He nudges his nose on yours again, resting his forehead to yours, his eyes meeting yours. Billy smiles when you nod and let yourself smile.

"You'll let me do it later?" Billy wants to roll his eyes, seeing as you haven't dropped it, but he nods, snapping his hips a little faster all of a sudden, just to make you gasp and sqieeze your legs around him tighter. You can’t help it, his hair is just so fun to play and pull at, especially when he makes the prettiest noises imaginable when you do it.

"'f course I will," he mumbles, watching your mouth part as returns his gentle pace, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Your eyes were so pretty to him, so full of every emotion he makes you feel and he wants to keep looking into them so he can feel it back. He needs to, he needs to feel all of the love, adoration, and desire you're feeling for him right now.

"Can I let go of your hands? Will you be a good girl?" You nod and he lets go of them, his hands moving to hold your hips instead. Part of you wants to immediately bury your hands in his hair and pull at the strands and the other part of you will settle with holding his shoulders. Fuck it.

Before he can react, you tangle your hands into his hair and pull on it, eliciting a deep groan from Billy as his head drops to your shoulder.

"You...fucker," he mumbles against the skin of your neck, biting at it, but he can't do it for long as he lets out a quiet moan, trying to hide it by gritting his teeth.

"You love me," you whisper right to his ear, already feeling the effect you're having on him as his thrusts quicken, his cock filling you out in the most perfect way.

Billy nods at your words, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it, Billy," your voice still hushed, albeit shakier as his hand moves to rub your clit, his hand warm against your already hot skin.

"I love you," he says, grunting out in his lower register, "oh 'm gonna come, honey." Your fingers tug on his hair again in response, and Billy thrusts one, two, three more times before he's spilling into you, "c'mon honey, come right here with me, please," he almost whines out against your neck before he lifts his head to see your face as the rush of his orgasm overtakes you as well, using your grip on his hair to compose yourself.

"You love me?" He asks, nosing at your cheek while your brain is still hazy. You turn your head slightly to catch his lips, the kiss is wet and sloppy as your tongue meets his and you mutter into it, "I love you."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[38riku]

Good morning / afternoon

If you are willing, would you be able to write a drabble / headcannons for any Twisted Wonderland characters (any dorm is fine) for a reader who’s based off Black Pearl Cookie from CRK?

You don’t have to do this request !

Love your work - swan anon 🦢

thank you sweets ! i chose octavinelle and malleus – if you want any other dorms just let me know <3 hope you enjoy

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Octavinelle / Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Malleus (reader is not the prefect.) not proofread.

𝐚. 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

azul watches you, to your knowledge, and although it's a bit creepy you have no intention of confronting him about him as long as he keeps his distance.

however, the reason he is watching you is to do just that.

he's familiar with the tales of where you're from. nothing good comes in or out of the duskgloom sea, yet, here you were, and you had him completely enthralled.

then he overblots and you see him.

days later and be still wonders just what you thought of him. is he worse than the terrors of the sea you call home? judging by your looks, he'd be the only terror that would reside there.

azul lets his nerves get the better of him and approaches you when the lounge is nearly empty.

"i would like to apologize for ... the vulgar display of my overblot and octopus-like ... form." clearing his throat, he turned to leave, only to stop when you spoke. "you think you look vulgar?"

your melancholic tone caused his head to whirl in your direction. "the overblot was a bit much but there is nothing wrong with the way you look azul."

he blinks in shock, for the sincerity you held was that of someone who understood – someone who had insecurities of their own – and even though he couldn't fathom what you lacking, he didn't question it.

"yes, i suppose there isn't."

somehow, the small moments of conversation happened scarcely, despite this, he pieced together the small pieces of information you shared.

you had sisters that you adore. he could see the faint twinkle in your eyes as you spoke about them. you tone, on the other hand, was strained.

'you feel inferior to your sisters' he thought.

your view on love was sour, eluding to a past heartbreak that you haven't recovered from, and contributed to your current state of mind.

why?

why is every thought consumed by you?

why did he feel the aching need to dig deeper, knowing he may never reach the bottom and may not resurface?

you knew he can take the pain away. no matter how large the scar, the deepness of the cut, the memories that you held close — you don't deserve to hurt.

he sighed, tucking the golden scroll away.

"i hope you come to realize that the fate you've been given isn't one you must live."

𝐣. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

jade is rather good at reading social cues. yours to be specific. he's unintentionally devoted his time catering to you when you're in his vicinity.

you don't like to be bothered. a quick greeting or farewell is all you're willing to muster, and he respects that. unfortunately not everyone does.

at least when you're at the lounge he can help you. whether its sending his brother their way or redirecting them on his own terms it doesn't matter.

he can't tell if you've noticed his meddling but he is quite sure you've realized that no one approaches you in the lounge, which causes you to frequent more often.

"good evening. shall we start with drinks?"

it's jarring the way his mind can be filled with you but he acts just like any other member of the staff.

he watches as you scan over the new seasonal items, honing in on the desert items — leading him to believe you had a sweet tooth — "the pearl decorated cookie spread please ... and my usual drink."

you handed him back the laminated sheet, thanking him promptly and returning to your work.

although service is typically quick, the speed at which you received everything was noticeably faster.

"i hope you enjoy. in fact, i came up with the spread design myself." his comment didn't come off as boastful or arrogant, in all honesty you couldn't quite tell what was hidden in his tone.

"as the first person to order it i would like to hear your thoughts."

as you obliged, he took a seat on the other side of the booth, gauging your reaction.

when jade saw your face light up briefly he felt a sense of satisfaction that made him warm. "they use imported sugars and spices from the duskgloom sea. your presence inspired me to add such delicacy to the menu. i'm delighted that it suits your taste."

your eyes. he didn't mean to let it slip it was his idea — you as his muse — and that your delight was his ultimate goal, but, he couldn't help it when you stared at him with such intensity.

"i'm not quite sure what you're getting at."

"please don't think too much about it. as a frequent visitor, i simply wanted to ensure your comfortability." he excused, placing a hand across his chest before bowing slightly. "my apologies if—"

"no need. it seems i misunderstood." finishing the last of the platter, you slid out of the booth, "thank you for the menu feature. i'll be sure to enjoy it as long as it's on the menu."

making your way to the bar to pay, he couldn't help but chuckle once you were out of ear shot.

you didn't misunderstand. he did it to make you feel ... better.

if you wouldn't allow anyone close enough to fix it, he'll continue to try and alleviate your suffering from a distance.

𝐟. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

your relationship with the eel is grating. you aren't quite sure why he constantly insists on pushing your buttons or how he winds up in your bubble daily.

the reason is irrelevant. for all you know, he does it for his amusement which, irritates you even further that someone could be so ignorant. especially since you've lashed out on him a few times – earning you detention and a reminder of the rules regarding magic use.

"heya oyster."

you flinched back, whirling around and glaring at said eel. "awe, did I scare you? i didn't mean it." there wasn't any remorse in his tone but you don't think he meant to startle you.

"i'm not doing this with you right now." you huffed, not wanting the conversation to escalate.

"ha? do what?" walking off isn't that effective when he's lanky and athletic and used to chasing people down. "i just wanna talk to ya."

"i don't want to talk. not to you, not to anyone." any person with sense would leave it at that. your harsh tone sent chills down the spines of passersby's, ducking their heads and rushing past to give the two of you the walkway.

it seems that a majority got the hint except him.

"i know that oyster. i'm just wondering why you go through all this trouble being mean when it's not you." yawning, he missed the way you stopped walking, having to double back a second later.

floyd isn't easily intimidated. he's usually the intimidating one. but, he can admit you made him shrink just a bit. especially when you used magic. he didn't know the duskgloom sea was habitable; let alone to mages.

he may've approached you differently if he knew. then maybe he wouldn't have returned to his dorm soaking wet and partially electrocuted.

"you don't know me."

"don't have to." shrugging, he continued. "you're scared. trust me, i see fear everyday. yours just isn't 'ah gonna get beat up' y'know?"

he wasn't helping his case.

"just sayin!" raising his hands in surrender, he watched you stomp away to your dorm and didn't follow you this time.

floyd groaned aloud. that went terribly and now he's in no mood to go to class.

instead he goes to his room, flopping on the bed and rethinking his plans. you didn't want to be like that, yet asking you to drop the act up front doesn't seem to be the best idea.

he knows you're a pearl — pretty and shiny — and he knows you were like that from the beginning.

what made you put up such a hard shell?

when he finds out, he'll make sure to squeeze it until you're satisfied.

𝐦. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

malleus desires inclusion. he longs to be invited to events, participate in conversation with his peers, and not be feared for existing.

that is why you became the object of his silent rage.

people want to befriend you. they approach you with the intention of companionship and you respond with clipped words, not returning their kind regards.

"you don't truly believe they were always that way, do you?" lilia questioned him when he explained his personal grudge.

in hindsight, his assumption was silly. instead of viewing it from another's perspective he watched you and realized that it wasn't only silly but ridiculous.

something weighed heavily on your heart. he noticed it when your mind wanders during lectures, in the lunch hall, and even walking to and from the school.

you've experienced the compassion of another as well as the betrayal one can cause when they're wedged in your heart. how did he not notice it prior to lilia's input?

the expression you wore is similar to his grandmother's.

"there are fates worse than death." he recalls her words. right here — watching you from afar read alone on a bench — is where he understood what she meant.

"never being able to love again." malleus whispered. he had you all wrong, blinded by jealousy he foolishly harbored towards you.

as swiftly as he could without frightening you, he approached your figure.

"child of the sea." he greeted, "i felt inclined to inform you that there is an abandoned shrine in the eastern part of the woods around the school."

"it is quiet and no one ventures that far on a whim. there's a small lake as well, if that interests you."

bowing, he bid you farewell and left without hearing what you'd say. uncharacteristically his nerves got the better of him as he vanished.

that night, he wondered if you would visit the area in your free time. perhaps he should've stayed and awaited your reply, yet, his face warmed in embarrassment the longer he thought.

he is a fool. an utter fool. the aching feeling he felt must be guilt, mustn't it? or is it the same ache you felt when you let someone in your heart ...?

© 2024 — 38riku. Do not copy or repost or plagiarize my work. All Rights Reserved.

[princessbrunette]

i was scrolling thru tiktok and the sound “bla bla bla proper name place name back story stuff” reminds me so much of bunny!reader.

like rafe is just rambling on about his day or his work and she genuinely has to really try to listen to what he’s saying instead of just staring at him all lovey and dazed. he’d be so annoyed too.

“kid quit starin’ and listen” quit being sexy then goddamn😒

—🦢

no it’s literally soooo bunny cos sometimes it’s just no thoughts just rafe !!!!!!

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 WOLF!&TEAM REACTION TO DEER HYBRID!READER . . !

ot9 &team — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid — PAIRING : deer hybrid!gn.reader — WARNING : ok it’s a bit strange idek — REQUESTED : yes :) ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

“The forest doesn’t lie. But it doesn’t tell the whole truth, either.”

The forest was quiet in the way that warned you something had changed.

Birds had gone still. The usual rustle of leaves had settled, even the wind holding its breath between branches. And you, feet half-sunk into soft moss, hands brushing the bark of a tree, felt it before you saw him.

A presence. Low to the ground, steady and watching.

Then a snap of twigs, purposeful, not clumsy.

Your breath caught. You didn’t run. But you didn’t move, either.

He stepped out from behind the trees, tall, sharp, unmistakably predator. His coat was dark around the edges, his hybrid ears flicking once as he paused to watch you, half-shadowed in the dappled light. You didn’t meet many wolf hybrids this deep in the woods. They usually stayed closer to the town’s edge. You stayed further.

He didn’t speak. Not at first.

You could feel the tension from where you stood, stretched taut between you like a pulled thread. He was still, but not relaxed. He looked at you with a gaze like frost on bark, assessing, cautious, not cruel. But it was clear: his instincts were alive beneath the surface.

He wasn’t trying to hide them.

“Didn’t expect to find someone like you out here,” he said finally, his voice like gravel wrapped in snow, low, calm, and guarded.

Your ears flicked back for a moment, but you held your place. “You always talk like that when you find prey?”

He blinked. Something unreadable passed over his face, surprise, maybe. Or curiosity.

“You’re not scared,” he said.

You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you tilted your head slightly, watching him just as closely. “I didn’t say that.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction, as if he were trying to read between your words. As if he were listening to more than your voice, your scent, your posture, the way your fingers curled slightly against the bark of the tree beside you.

Wolves weren’t new to you. But this one felt… different.

Not safer. Not gentler. Just different.

“I don’t bite,” he said, almost too casually.

You huffed once. “That’s not really up to you, is it?”

A short silence. Then he chuckled, low, rough, more breath than sound.

There was a shift, subtle but real. The air didn’t loosen, not quite, but it changed. Like two animals circling, not out of aggression, but understanding. The deer doesn’t trust the wolf. The wolf doesn’t know if he wants to be trusted.

But neither turns away.

K’s gaze lingered on you as if trying to place something. Not just what you were, but who. “What’s your name?”

You looked at him, steady. “Will it matter if I tell you?”

“…Probably,” he said, after a pause. “I’m not good at forgetting things.”

He said it like a warning. Or a promise.

You stepped back, not in fear, but in silent retreat, melting back into the trees. But your eyes never left him. And his didn’t leave you.

You were prey. And he was a predator. That hadn’t changed.

But not all hunger was dangerous.

Not all instincts were meant to be followed.

FUMA :

The forest edge was quieter than usual, dappled with fading sunlight and the hush of a wind that carried secrets. Fuma crouched in the underbrush, half-hidden, his silver-tipped ears twitching as he watched you move through the clearing.

Unlike others he’d seen before, you didn’t run. You didn’t freeze, either. You stood still, graceful, alert, cautious, yes, but your gaze met his without fear.

You knew he was there. You had to.

Fuma hadn’t meant to get this close. His instincts had pulled him forward, curiosity twined with something deeper. A pull. A longing. Maybe it was the way your scent clung to the air, fresh like rain and bark and something wild but warm.

He took one step forward.

Your ears flicked, your head tilting ever so slightly. “You don’t have to hide,” you said softly. Not accusing. Not inviting, either. Just… a quiet truth.

Fuma stepped out, slow and unthreatening, hands open and loose at his sides. “You knew.”

You nodded, your hooves barely making a sound in the grass. “You weren’t trying very hard.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, his tail flicking behind him. “Didn’t want to scare you.”

You gave a half-smile, serene and unreadable. “You didn’t.”

Fuma wasn’t used to that. Most prey ran. Most deer fled. But you watched him like you knew the difference between danger and instinct. Like you’d seen it before and learned not to be afraid of shadows.

There was a stillness between you. Not tense, just full. Unspoken understanding. You wouldn’t run. He wouldn’t chase.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, voice quieter now.

“I know.”

Another pause. You turned slightly, like you might go. But then you looked back over your shoulder and added, “But I’m not here to be caught, either.”

Fuma blinked. And then he smiled,just a little, just enough. “Fair enough.”

And with that, you stepped back into the trees, your figure swallowed up by the green. But not gone. Not really. He could still feel your presence, like the way wind moves after something passes through.

You hadn’t run. You had looked him in the eye and chosen your own pace.

Fuma had never wanted to follow someone so badly in his life.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas spotted you before you saw him. You moved with a skittish energy, quick glances, tense shoulders, legs ready to bolt at the crack of a twig. You were tall, even for a deer hybrid, but there was something compact about your posture, like you were always braced for a threat that might come from anywhere.

He didn’t approach right away. Just observed, his wolf instincts sharpening on your every twitch and flicker. His kind had been bred to chase, to corner, to hunt. But this, this didn’t feel like a chase. It felt like a warning.

He shifted a little too loudly against the bark of the tree.

You whipped around, eyes wide, breath catching. Your gaze locked with his.

“…I’m not looking for trouble,” you said first, voice low, a little defensive. “So if you’re here to mess with me, go ahead and get it over with.”

Nicholas stepped forward, slowly, palms up in a rare gesture of peace. “I’m not,” he said, rough voice cutting through the silence. “I was just watching.”

“Creepy,” you muttered, eyes narrowing. But you didn’t run.

He tilted his head, ears twitching. “You always assume the worst?”

You scoffed. “Always assume the obvious. You’re a wolf. I’m not stupid.”

“Fair,” he said, letting a slow exhale slip past his fangs. “But not all wolves are out for blood.”

“And not all deer are easy to scare,” you shot back, spine straightening even as you kept your weight shifted on your back foot, ready to bolt.

He could feel it: the tension radiating from you. Not fear, something grittier. Wariness hardened into habit. The way someone looks when they’ve had to escape more than once.

“Look,” he said, a little softer now. “I’m not going to chase you. You don’t need to act tough.”

Your eyes flared with something sharp. “I’m not acting.”

He respected that. More than he expected. You weren’t the calm, gentle type he might have imagined a deer hybrid to be. You were all nerves and barbed wire, stubborn as hell, and way too used to fending for yourself.

Nicholas took another step closer, slow and steady. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated, probably weighing whether he deserved it, before you finally said it.

“I’m Nicholas,” he offered. “Not here to be a threat. Just… interested.”

“Dangerous habit,” you said, but your voice was quieter this time.

He let out a breath of a laugh. “Yeah. I know.”

And even though you didn’t smile, not really, something in your posture eased, not all the way, but enough.

Maybe trust wasn’t built in one meeting. But he was willing to keep showing up, slow, steady, not chasing.

Just watching. And maybe protecting, too.

EJ :

It wasn’t uncommon for hybrid communities to mingle now and then, but when Euijoo first saw you, curled under a tree near the edge of the field, your ears twitching in tune with the breeze, he paused.

He didn’t move at first. Something in your stillness caught him. Not fear. Not submission. Just… patience. Like you were watching the world without needing to interact with it. And when his shadow stretched across the grass in front of you, you slowly blinked and lifted your head, not startled, not tense, just… aware.

“…You knew I was there,” he said after a moment, voice soft. Almost shy.

You nodded. “You’ve been watching me for a while.”

Euijoo rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at being caught. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare. It’s just… you’re a deer.”

“And you’re a wolf,” you replied calmly. Your gaze met his, not defiant, but curious, careful. “We’re supposed to be opposites, aren’t we?”

He stepped a little closer, crouching a respectful distance away. “Yeah. I guess that’s what I was thinking. I thought you’d run.”

“I would’ve,” you said, “if I thought you were dangerous.”

Your voice wasn’t mocking, it was factual. Steady. It surprised him, how sure you sounded. How easily you held his gaze without giving him an inch more than you wanted to.

Euijoo ducked his head, smiling slightly. “I’m not dangerous.”

“Not to me?” you asked.

“No,” he said, earnestly. “Not unless you say I am.”

You didn’t smile, but there was a softness in your eyes now. A faint shift in how your body relaxed against the bark behind you.

Euijoo stayed for a while, quietly listening to the wind with you. He didn’t need to be loud, or charming, or anything else. Just present. And maybe that’s what earned him a spot near you, even if only for the moment.

YUMA :

Yuma wasn’t sure if you were fearless or just reckless.

The first time he crossed paths with you, it was deep in the woods near the stream, where deer were supposed to be skittish and wolves were supposed to be feared. But you didn’t run. In fact, you barely blinked.

“You know,” you said, head tilted as your antlers caught the dappled sunlight, “you’re really not as scary as I expected.”

Yuma blinked, frozen mid-step. “I’m not trying to be scary…”

“Oh?” you grinned, stepping closer instead of away. “Well, you should try harder. You’ve got the whole broody lone-wolf vibe, but it kind of falls apart with those puppy eyes.”

His ears twitched. “I don’t have puppy eyes.”

“Mm. Sure.” You circled him slowly, deliberately, like prey that forgot it was supposed to run. “Big, brown, soft. Totally harmless.”

“I’m not harmless,” Yuma muttered, even as his tail gave an embarrassing little flick behind him.

You laughed, a light, musical sound that made his heart stutter.

He had never met a deer who wasn’t at least a little wary. And here you were, closing the space between you and tugging lightly at the edge of his jacket sleeve, eyes gleaming with mischief. It was dangerous, how you weren’t scared. And yet… he didn’t want to back away.

“Do all deer flirt with wolves?” he asked.

“Only the ones who know how to keep them on their toes,” you said with a wink, already turning to dart back through the trees. “Catch me if you can, puppy.”

Yuma stood stunned for a second, then chased after you, ears pink and heart racing. You were prey. But not the kind that ran out of fear. You ran for the thrill.

And something about that made him chase harder.

JO :

The first time Jo saw you, you were standing just barely beyond the tree line. Still. Silent. Ears twitching toward the forest, your large eyes tracking every shift of wind and branch like you expected danger to come from anywhere.

And maybe it did. Because Jo was a wolf. And you were a deer.

He didn’t move closer. He just watched you for a moment, from where he stood on the edge of the trail, hands in his pockets and his breath coming slow.

You noticed him.

You didn’t bolt.

That was what surprised him most.

“I’m not gonna come any closer,” he said softly, voice low and even. “You don’t have to run.”

Your eyes locked on his, not trusting, but curious. You didn’t say anything, but your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jo tried again, keeping still so he wouldn’t spook you. His wolf instincts urged him to approach, but something about your stillness held him back.

You tilted your head slightly—like you were assessing him, cataloguing every inch of his body language, every tiny twitch of his tail. After a moment, you finally spoke. Quiet. Careful.

“Why are you here?”

It wasn’t hostile. It was a real question. A deer’s question, one built on years of learning when to run.

“I walk here sometimes. Didn’t expect company.”

You nodded slowly. “Wolves don’t usually say they won’t come closer.”

Jo offered a faint smile. “I’m not most wolves.”

There was a long pause before you answered again. “Good.”

And that was it. You turned and walked away, not hurried, but not slow either. Cautious, like you didn’t quite trust him, but maybe you’d remember he didn’t try to chase.

Jo stayed there a while longer, watching the path you disappeared down.

He’d see you again. He was sure of it.

And when he did, he’d stay just where you needed him to be.

HARUA :

Harua didn’t mean to scare you. Honestly, he didn’t even know you were there, tucked behind the shelves of the tiny library on the hill, holding a stack of books to your chest like a shield.

He rounded the corner a bit too quickly, eyes scanning for his usual table, and accidentally made eye contact with you.

You flinched.

Books nearly toppled out of your arms.

“I—oh no, I’m sorry!” you blurted before he could say a word, bowing slightly, ears flattening in panic. “I wasn’t trying to block the aisle or anything, I swear—!”

Harua blinked, taken aback. “Wait, wait—no, it’s okay,” he said quickly, raising both hands in surrender. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You peeked up at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t?”

He shook his head, gentle. “Nope. Just… startled each other, I think.”

You gave a breathy little laugh, still nervous, still clutching the books like they might protect you. “Sorry. I get jumpy. I know it’s silly.”

Harua tilted his head, soft golden eyes kind. “It’s not silly.”

You blinked again.

“I’m a wolf,” he added, like it explained something (it did). “And you’re a deer. You’re allowed to be careful.”

You fidgeted, your hooves clicking lightly on the floor. “Even if you’re not doing anything scary?”

He smiled—small, a little shy. “Even then.”

Your ears twitched. “Thank you… um. What’s your name?”

“Harua. And you?”

You hesitated, then gave it with a shy nod, your voice quieter this time. He repeated it gently, like he didn’t want to get it wrong. You looked like you weren’t used to wolves speaking kindly.

“I’ll leave you to your books,” he said softly, already stepping back.

You hesitated. Then, just before he turned away, you mumbled, “It was nice to meet you, Harua.”

He glanced back with a smile, his tail giving one small flick.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

And maybe, next time, you wouldn’t flinch.

TAKI :

The forest trail was empty, until he stepped onto it.

You caught the scent first. Sharp, cool, wild. Wolf.

By the time you looked up, he was already watching you from across the clearing, brows faintly furrowed, as if trying to decide what to make of you.

You didn’t freeze. You didn’t bolt either. You just shifted your stance slightly, like someone deciding whether or not to leave a conversation they didn’t ask for.

“Let me guess,” you said dryly, eyeing his frame. “Big bad wolf routine?”

Taki blinked. “Huh?”

You gestured vaguely at him, unimpressed. “The whole broody stare, quiet approach. You’re either here to chase me or pretend you’re not thinking about it.”

His ears perked, and you could almost see the flicker of confusion in his expression. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

You snorted. “Relax. I’m kidding. Mostly.”

He stood straighter. “I wasn’t gonna chase you.”

“I didn’t say you were,” you said, tilting your head. “But I know that look. You were thinking about something.”

“…I just haven’t seen a deer hybrid around here before.”

You shrugged, eyes cool. “Not many of us like running into wolves. Can’t imagine why.”

Taki gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah… fair.”

There was a pause, charged but not hostile. Just two creatures instinctively at odds, talking like neighbors across a tall fence.

You raised an eyebrow. “So? You gonna keep staring or introduce yourself?”

“Oh! Sorry, Taki.”

You nodded. “Got it. Try not to look like you’re planning to eat me next time, Taki.”

His eyes widened. “I wasn’t—I mean—I wasn’t even—!”

You smirked, amused now. “Relax. I know.”

And you walked past him with your head held high, tail flicking, heartbeat rapid, but your steps steady. Taki turned to watch, ears lowered slightly, lips parted like he wanted to say more.

He didn’t expect prey to talk back.

He kind of liked it.

MAKI :

The woods had gone quiet.

That kind of silence made your ears twitch, alert and uncertain. Something was watching you. Or following. Or both.

You didn’t bolt, not yet. Your hooves stayed rooted to the mossy path, chest rising and falling just a little too fast. You weren’t good at confrontation. You weren’t good at being seen.

But he had seen you.

Maki emerged from the shadows like something carved from the forest, tall, calm, and unmistakably wolf. His gaze found yours, soft but piercing, and for a second you forgot how to breathe.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said quickly, voice low, careful. Like he’d sensed the way your pulse stuttered.

“I-It’s okay,” you managed, eyes darting between him and the trees behind. “I just… don’t usually run into anyone out here.”

His ears twitched, and you noticed the way he stayed a few paces away, not moving any closer. Like he didn’t want to spook you.

“I’ve seen you before,” he said gently, “from a distance. You’re always… quiet.”

You shifted, fingers nervously fidgeting with the strap of your bag. “I try to be.”

“I like it,” he added, almost shyly. “Quiet’s… nice.”

You blinked up at him, surprised. Most wolves didn’t like quiet. They liked things loud and fast and full of confidence. You weren’t any of those things. Not really.

“You’re… not what I expected,” you murmured, still wary, but slowly easing. “As a wolf, I mean.”

Maki smiled, his expression soft and almost bashful. “Neither are you… as a deer, I mean.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, whether he meant it as a compliment or a warning, but the way he looked at you didn’t feel threatening. It felt… curious. Careful. Like someone trying to understand a creature they’d only ever seen from afar.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he said finally, earnest and warm.

You gave him a hesitant nod. “I’m… working on it.”

And somehow, that was enough.

He didn’t try to close the distance. He just smiled again, soft and slow, and let you decide whether you wanted to keep talking or disappear back into the trees.

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