#But for an animal to willingly snuggle /that/ close to you as you sleep?

[astro-b-o-y-d]

God that pig loves her SO MUCH

[p0orbaby]

Teddy Picker

summary: three’s a crowd might be an understatement

warnings: none

a/n: based on this request !

word count: 1k

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Your bedroom is a war zone, but instead of landmines, it’s littered with plushies. Innocent, wide-eyed plushies. Each one has a name, a backstory, and possibly a retirement plan, because you take this stuff seriously. There’s Mr. Fluffington, the bear who "survived" your university years, Miss Whiskers, a cat with a questionable amount of fur left after years of cuddling, and God knows how many others.

Leah’s in bed, wedged between a life-size llama and a squishy avocado. She’s trying to read, but there’s a giraffe’s neck poking her in the eye, and a penguin is wedged under her knee in a way that defies the laws of physics. The woman’s practically sweating from the effort of not losing it.

“It’s like sleeping in a zoo,” she says, not for the first time. You’re not sure if she’s talking to you, herself, or Mr. Snuggles, the elephant who’s somehow become the unofficial leader of the bed plushies. “Except none of these animals breathe, and they all look like they’re judging me”

She’s not wrong. They do have that creepy, glassy-eyed stare going on. It’s the kind of gaze that says, “I’m cute, but if you fall asleep, I might just steal your soul”

You, of course, are oblivious to this. You’re flitting around the room, busy finding space for the latest addition—a bright pink octopus with a smile so wide it’s borderline unhinged. You plop it down right in the middle of the bed, where it immediately claims dominion over the blankets. Leah watches this, her jaw tightening like she’s about to have a full-blown existential crisis.

“Babe, I love you,” she starts, the tone you’ve come to recognize as the precursor to a very serious, possibly relationship-defining conversation. “But we’re running out of bed”

“We have a king-size bed,” you point out helpfully, like the size of the bed has anything to do with the impending suffocation she’s feeling.

“And yet, somehow, I’m sleeping in the fetal position on the edge of a cliff,” Leah retorts, kicking at a plushie that’s taken up residence near her foot. “Why is there a taco in our bed? We don’t even eat tacos in bed”

“It’s not just a taco,” you correct her, as if this explains everything. “It’s Señor Taco, and he represents my love of Mexican cuisine”

Leah blinks. Slowly. Like she’s buffering and trying really, really hard not to crash.

“And why is Señor Taco touching my leg?”

“He’s being friendly?”

“I swear to God, if one more inanimate object gets near my leg…”

“Look,” you say, climbing into the plushie mountain, where you promptly disappear like it’s some kind of portal to a magical, fluffy realm. You poke your head out, like a meerkat surveying the savannah. “They’re just… comforting”

Leah sighs, closing her book, or at least trying to, but it’s hard when the pages are partially obscured by a duck with a beanie. “I’m sure they are, but it’s like sleeping in a furnace. Do you know how much heat these things trap? I woke up last night thinking I was being smothered by a goddamn Build-A-Bear”

You laugh because, honestly, the mental image is hilarious, but Leah looks dead serious. She probably had a near-death experience with a rogue teddy bear last night, and here you are, making fun of her.

“We can get rid of some,” you offer, half-heartedly, because you both know you’re lying. You’re not getting rid of a single plushie. Not Mr. Fluffington, not Señor Taco, and definitely not the avocado, which you’ve started using as a neck pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Leah says, unconvinced. “And which one of these childhood relics are you going to sacrifice to save our relationship?”

You look around, as if there’s even the slightest chance you’ll willingly part with any of them. “What about the avocado?”

Leah perks up. “Really?”

“No, I was kidding. Avocados are healthy”

Leah groans, pushing the giraffe away from her face. “At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to plushies”

“They’re hypoallergenic,” you assure her, because you googled that once in a fit of paranoia after you brought home Mr. Snuggles and Leah sneezed for three days straight. She’s giving you a look now, one that says she’s rethinking every single decision she’s made since meeting you.

“Just… maybe… one night?” she pleads, voice softening, appealing to your nonexistent sense of reason. “One night without the army of stuffed animals?”

“Where would they sleep?”

“Anywhere but here. In the living room, in a wardrobe, in a goddamn plushie cemetery for all I care”

You pretend to think it over. “But then they’ll be lonely”

Leah throws her head back on the pillow and stares at the ceiling, contemplating the chain of events that have led her to this moment. “I think you’re confusing your feelings with theirs”

“Maybe,” you admit, settling in next to her, your body flush against hers, although there’s really only so much of Leah you can touch because Señor Taco’s taking up most of the space between you. You snuggle into her shoulder, despite the llama’s best efforts to wedge itself between you.

Leah wraps an arm around you, half-heartedly, more out of habit than actual affection at this point. “One night,” she whispers, like she’s making some sort of solemn vow. “One night where I’m not suffocating under a pile of polyester and fake fur”

You hum in response, already half-asleep, because honestly, plushies are the best. They’re soft, they don’t talk back, and they definitely don’t complain about how hot it is in the bed. They’re perfect, and Leah should really be more appreciative of the cute little ecosystem you’ve built here.

As you drift off, Leah’s already strategizing. She’s probably planning a plushie heist, one where she sneaks out of bed in the dead of night and smuggles Mr. Snuggles and his plushie gang out of the room and into some faraway closet.

But for now, you’re both stuck. You in your plushie paradise, and Leah in her plushie purgatory.

It’s a good thing you love each other because honestly, if there’s anything that’s going to test this relationship, it’s Señor Taco and his posse of cuddly, suffocating friends.

[skiiyoomin]

wooo hii!! Been awhile since I made a request (I love what you came up with last time btw :] ) I was wondering if you could write some little headcanons about how you think different saiki K characters would act when tired? (Love Ur work Sm <333)

ღHow they act when they´re tired

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a/n hi hi!! So sorry for the late reply!! Hopefully you enjoy it and thank you so much for your support!! <3 idk if i´m missing anyone, but if there´s anyone else you´d like to see then please tell me! :)

Saiki Kusuo

Such a grumbly baby!

everything annoys him and pisses him off more than usual when he´s tired

to him, you´re like his safe space so he looks for you when he needs to relax or he simply someone

don´t question why he´s suddenly more affectionate than usual!! he will get embarassed

honestly, a good ol´ cuddle session is all he needs

if y´all are out and about and he´s feeling tired, he will teleport you to his house to cuddle, no questions asked

honestly, you just go with it cause it´s not often he´s so willingly so vulnerable

give him a few kisses here and there and you´ll have him melting in your arms 100%

Kaidou Shun

very very whiny boy

clings to you like a koala

the second you run your hands through his hair he´s fast asleep

i´m talking snore mimimi typa sleep

absolutely refuses to leave your arms when he´s tired, he needs your warm hugs

like i said before, he´s super whiny, so he will beg you to cuddle with him with the biggest pout on his pretty lips :(

doesn´t care if y´all are out in public, can and will fall alseep on top of you

you´re gonna have to carry him back home

but the way he snuggles up to you is so adorable that you simply cannot find it in yourself to get mad at him

Kuboyasu Aren

DOES. NOT. ADMIT. IT

will deny it if you ask him if he´s tired

you literally have to force him to rest

he´s all grumpy about it until you give him kisses and cuddles

he´ll still grumble a bit but will definitely relax more

>:[ 

he be looking like that when he´s tired

i feel like when he´s tired he´s also a bit of a softie

but only behind closed doors where he´s only with you

like don´t get me wrong, he´s always been a softie for you

but when he´s tired it just boosts even more

Teruhashi Kokomi

super pouty!

you know those baby animals that get all sad and pouty when they don´t get affection?

well that´s her when she´s tired

she´s always been super affectionate, but now it´s more clingy than usual

not like you mind

loves loves loves!! when you wrap your arms around her

makes her feel safe and comforted

can and will fall asleep on you

she can be a bit of an airhead when she´s tired

will most likely forget about whatever it is that you said, it just be going from one ear to another

its okay, shes still cute

Hairo Kineshi

its so obvious when he´s tired

like this man is always so full of energy and hyperactivity

the second he starts moving a bit slower than usual is sign enough of his tiredness

zones out A LOT

he´d accidentally be staring at the back of your head for a good 5 minutes before you snap him out of his daze

a little clumsy

sometimes he doesn´t realize he´s heavy and he will just flop on top of you

yeah you´re not getting up for a good while

a power nap with a cuddle session is all he needs before he´s energetic again!!

[kyokimidori]

Sound of Silence

Here is another oldie but goodie. Hope you enjoy!

~Kyoki

“Let me out!” her screams reverberated off the walls of the small room she was being kept in. she pounded on the wooden door, trying everything to get it open, even crashing against it with her own body weight. It didn’t work.

There was a window, if you wanted to call it that, more a skylight. Out of her reach.

She had been in here a week. Or at least she thinks it has been a week.

Time seems to move slowly when you have nothing to do.

Well that’s not true. She did have something to do.

Her capture had provided her with books.

When she had first found herself in this room, she had screamed on the top of her lungs, and Tom had come.

She recognized him from the coffee shop she worked at. They barely knew eachother. She remembered backing up into the corner, her eyes wide.

He had smiled at her, told her she was safe now, that he would be taking care of her from now on. She had no more need to worry.

The way he spoke, as if she was a timid animal, a stray cat he had found on the streets put her hair on edge.

He had brought things with him she had noticed, a small bag and a big one.

There was no furniture in the room, and if Hermione had to guess this was a walk-in closet of some kind. Converted to her prison.

“Tom, please let me go, I won’t tell anyone” she had pleaded with him, watching from her corner as he had sat down the contents of the small bag, lifting out two small books.

“If I let you out, you will suffer again. I can’t let that happen. These are for you, to keep you occupied. If you are good, no screaming, no yelling, then I will give you more” he told her as he unpacked the big bag. Inside was a blanket, a pillow, a jug of water and a loaf of bread.

“You’ll need to ration it” he warned her, though he had not given her a time period of when he would come back.

That had been a week ago.

She had screamed her throat raw, cried herself to sleep each night, tried everything to escape. Her body was covered in bruises from trying to get away, from slamming into the door.

This time though, as she screamed, she was answered with the sound of footsteps.

She backed up just in time, retreating to her corner, seeing him there, his eyes appraising her.

“You haven’t been good” he stated flatly. He picked up her jug of water that was empty and sighed. “How long have you been without water?” he asked for the tin was bone dry.

“a day. It gets hot in here, there is no breeze and the sun is inescapable” she pointed up to the sunlight, at how it even now cast a bright shadow throughout the room.

Tom looked at her quietly,” come. You need to get cleaned up. You’ll get sick if you continue like this, and I can fix the room while you do that” he added.

She didn’t trust him; afraid he was going to hurt her. So, she stayed put.

“Hermione…” his voice had a dangerous edge in it, and she knew she was leaving this room willingly or not. Slowly she took a step forward, seeing it made him pleased.

Pleasing him seemed to make him happy, she made a mental note of that.  Another step, then another, and she found herself infront of him, trembling despite herself.

Despite her grime, despite the fact that she smelt of urine and sweat Tom wrapped his arms around her, as if comforting her.

It was not lost on her that this was the first time in a week she had had human contact. She felt herself snuggle into him, even as her brain rattled off statistic to her, how long an average person could go without contact of some sort with another human. She remembered reading an experiment some girl had done, she had only lasted 6 days. This was one of his tactics, to break her, to torture her. No touch tortures.

He indulged her for a few minutes before her guided her from the room; she had been right; it was a walk-in closet; and into a lush bathroom. He pulled her inside closing the door behind them, just incase she had the notion to run, and guided her towards the waterfall shower.

She looked at him, waiting for instructions. Again, a please look. Good. Let him think he had broken her already. That she was that weak.

He told her to take off her clothes, and this time she hesitated, looking at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I will not rape you” he promised her. She didn’t believe him, but she nodded silently undressing, blushing as she went for, she could feel his eyes on her, taking her body in. He walked to her once she was bare and ran his fingertips over her ribs “You are wasting away.” He murmured.

She swore it sounded like regret. “I’m ok” she found herself murmuring.

He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes “yes, you are now. Come dove, into the shower” he said turning it on.

She did as he told her, making an undignified sound as the warm water washed over her skin, washing away the grime, the smell of urine. She heard him join her, his body naked and she stiffened immediately retreating to the far wall.

He chuckled “I promised you that I would not harm you, come here, I am going to help you wash” he told her patiently.

Slowly she went to him, afraid of what he would do, but also what he might do if she didn’t come to him willingly.

He did as he promised, Not forcing her into anything, he merely washed her, taking a washcloth, foamy with a vanilla scented soap… was that her soap? He ran it over every inch of her, wiping away the dirt, leaving her skin clean and smelling so good. Next was her hair, He made her wet it and had her sit on the bench in the walk-in shower. He stood before her his body much too close to hers, especially certain pieces of his anatomy, for her comfort. She felt him squirt a shampoo, again, it was vanilla, and she was certain the same brand she used at home. Then he started to work it into her scalp. She couldn’t help it, a soft moan at the feeling escaping her lips, and despite herself she leaned her head against his body.

She felt the rumbling of his laughter, but her body was too concentrated on his touch to care.

He guided her back under the spray where he worked the shampoo out of her curls, repeating the process with conditioner. By the time he was done the water was Lukewarm and she had started to shiver.

More chuckles. He wrapped her up in a big fluffy towel. He let her dry herself, watching her quietly.

“You’ve been very obedient” he praised her making her look up “I don’t think I will fix the room. I’ll let you stay in this room. How does that sound?”

Honestly it sounded like a slightly bigger prison, but this one had windows she could see out of. She put a bright smile on her face and was a bit ashamed it wasn’t fake “Really?” she asked.

Tom chuckled “yes. For now.” He went to the counter and took something off of it. Lotion. She looked up at him as he gestured for her to get up. She did so obediently, following him into the room, taking It in for the first time. It was a nice room, with two windows, though it seemed she was high up. The windows were color to ceiling, unable to be opened.

She examined the room even as he guided her to sit on the bench infront of the bed. She obeys, keeping her towel firmly around her.

“Hermione take it off” he told her gently.

She looked up at him, almost pleadingly, “its cold” she whispered meekly.

Tom frowned at her but let her keep it on. He knelt down and lathered his hand in lotion starting at her feet, slowly massaging them and working his way up.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, the light touch alone was more then enough for her touch starved body. She soaked it in, needing it. She did jump however when his hands went to her inner thigh. He shushed her soothingly before switching to the other leg, slowly moving his way down. Again, she relaxed. He did the same for her hands, her shoulders. And then he directed her to get on the bed.

Again, she hesitated, but started to do so, laying down on her back as he instructed.

The bed was plush and warm, she felt herself sigh. So much better than the floor she had been sleeping on. An then she felt him. He straddled her legs and she opened her eyes, sure the reflected her fear.

“I am a man of my word. Just relax” he instructed her as he removed the towel from her body.

She didn’t protest, knowing it wouldn’t work a second time, she could see that in his eyes. She remained still, watching him as he put more lotion on his hands, and slowly worked it into her skin starting at her hips and up her sides, fanning out into her abdomen. She tried hard not to closer her eyes, but the feeling was delightful, soothing, despite it being this man touching her. Her captor.

His hands travelled over her breasts, not in a sexual way, then up her chest to her neck.

“turn over” he instructed unpinning her legs so she could do so.

He started at her shoulders this time, moving out to her arms, then down her shoulders. To her back. She felt herself sinking into the bed, into sleep.

It was the feeling of his weight off of her legs the roused her. She shot up, panicked, looking around the room, the unfamiliar surroundings. Tom paid her no intention, instead he went to a dresser pulling out a thin, cotton nightgown. If left to choose she would never wear that, but he was the one in control. She sat up on the bed, feet dangling over it as he walked to her, telling her to lift her arms. She did as he said, letting him pull it over her head, letting the fabric cover her, though it didn’t hide much. She noticed he had a comb in his hands, and she didn’t protest as she started to comb out her wet curls, leaning against his chest.

She hadn’t even realized that he was still naked, had been this whole time.

Her mind told her it was a power move, showing her that he could have had her, even when she had drifted to sleep, but he chose not to. He was trustworthy. It was the same with the touching, the grooming her. They were intimate activities, meant to form a bond with her.

She knew this tactic worked, she could feel it working now, but she needed to stay strong. This man was not her friend, was not her protector. He would kill her the second he was bored with her.

He finished his work and she felt him place a soft kiss on the top of her head, breathing in the scent of the vanilla shampoo.

“Do you feel better?” he asked her.

“yes, thank you” she whispered. He chuckled softly pulling her off the bed and pulling back the covers.

“Get under them Hermione” he said softly, watching her obey. He smiled and placed the covers over her, listening to her sigh of delight at the softness, the warmth.

Within seconds she was asleep.

Tom watched her for a minute, his eyes trailing over her face. He had expected some fight, but it seemed one week of isolation, of boredom, of touch deprivation was all it took for her. It was a relief. He did not want to resort to more drastic measures.

Quietly he went and got dressed, before he made sure the door was locked and he went into the closet, cleaning it out, making sure no mess remained, including the bucket he had provided her with.

She was still fast asleep when he finished. He couldn’t blame her; he was certain that hot room had made it impossible to sleep. He left the room, locking the door for the night.

[moraygrotto]

I’m leveling up my Rook card for Book 6, and a fun prompt for you came to mind.

What about Rook perhaps with reader, in a light stuffing scenario, being praised for how much he can eat/his burps? Just a gorgeous moment of indulgence for him because he deserves it. 💜

-2shytosaytummy 💕

UR DAMN RIGHT THIS IS FOR ME AAAAAA💜💜💜

yeah picture me kicking my legs writing this with a sparkly gel pen with a big pom pom on top:

~💜~

"Mon petit lapin," said Rook, carding his fingertips through your hair, "you certainly are eager today."

Your energy levels were faring surprisingly well, given the long day behind you. In the morning, Rook had brought home some fresh-caught wild game, and the two of you spent the day cooking a dinner with it and preserving all the rest. At said dinner, you had been a bit pushier than usual when encouraging Rook to eat. He had earned it, after all. A full belly meant a better night's sleep, after all. After all, Rook looked so cute savoring his food, and you didn't want to miss a second of it.

He lay in bed now, gently stroking his belly, gazing at you with a peachy blush on his cheeks. "That look in your eyes is magnificent," he said. "You are enthralled by my satisfaction, are you not?"

You nodded in reponse, and lifted Rook's head from the pillow to sweep his hair off to one side. At the touch of your hand, he gave a little mewl, and nestled deeper into the bedding.

"It's true," he said, "I feel wonderful."

"You ate so well," you said, climbing into bed next to him. At his shifting to wrap you in his arms, you stopped him: "Shh. Just lay back. Let me take care of you."

"Your wish is my command," he said, and as his stomach hitched with a laugh, a small burp jostled up, which he caught and pressed into one finger. "Ah, pardon—"

"Good boy," you interrupted him, and, leaning in, pressed a kiss to his cheek. "That's the sign of a happy tummy."

"I adore the way you think," he cooed, almost more to himself than to you. Then, his eyes lit up. "Here, now if you'd give me a moment—" His fingers turned to arches, probing the surface of his heartily-filled belly.

"Hey," you chided, "I said I'd take care of you! Let me rub your tummy; just tell me where you need it."

"D'accord," he purred, and lifted his hands as if in surrender. "About the center would be splendid... Just above my belly button..."

He was wearing a linen pajama shirt, but your fingers were able to locate the spot in an instant. When you pressed in, he moaned from the back of his throat, arching his back to deepen the pressure.

You smiled. "Does that feel good, baby boy?"

"Magnificent," he breathed.

Wiggling your fingers around, you located the gentle thrum of his gurgling stomach, which quickly crescendoed to a predatory growl. Rook was vulnerable in that moment, hands raised and eyes shut, blushing face open for the capture. You had to act now. You swooped in, caught his lips in your own, and pressed up into his stomach, compressing all the food he had eaten, and forcing a thunderous belch up his gullet.

It was a sloppy kiss, far from airtight as his lips vibrated against your own. He kept his back arched into your touch, and as he trailed off, he curved his spine further upward, seeking more pressure. You gave it to him willingly, his chest and mouth rumbling as you pressed your whole hand into his belly.

When you broke away, there were stars in his eyes. He looked crazed, like a trapped animal. "My love," he blurted with a little cough.

You smiled. "You're not very good at keeping relaxed, are you, dear?"

Rook grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as he pulled you back close to him. "How could I?" he gushed. "With such spontaneity, I could never relax. I fear I may go mad from adoration."

You snuggled up next to him, turning your sharp jab into a soothing caress of his belly, and swiping a fleck of spit from his face with your other thumb. "I'm just really proud of you for eating so much. And— and that was a gorgeous burp."

Rook beamed, and tucked one lock of hair behind his ear. "You pushed it out of me," he said, "so you deserve half the thanks."

You trailed your hand up to stroke his chest. "How are your beautiful insides feeling now?"

He paused. "Fantastique," he said. "I think I have rather more room inside now. I'm nowhere near as bloated."

You couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "So your stomach's not too tightly packed?" Rook did not like having his mobility impaired at all, and you were afraid a heavy tummy would be uncomfortable for him no matter how it physically felt.

"I'm fine," replied Rook, giving his belly a pet. "As you've noticed," he said coyly, "my stomach can hold quite a lot."

"That's for certain, but..."

"Besides," he said after you trailed off, "even if I were to become... gorged beyond reason, it would not be against my will. On the contrary, the thought of being filled to the absolute brim, so that I could barely think, let alone use my strength, all because of your desires toward me—" He was grasping at your clothes now, squeezing your arms and seizing fistfuls of your shirt. "I am utterly charmed by this idea." He blinked, eyelashes fluttering, and let go of you. "Hence," he said, and opened his mouth to a little round circle. "Brrurp."

You broke your silence with a soft breath. "Are you telling me you'd like to eat more?"

"R-Right now?"

You paused. Dinner had consisted of several dishes, amongst which a large amount of stew still remained in its pot.

"Why not?" you said. "Feeling peckish at all, darling?"

His eyelashes fluttered. "If it pleased you," he said, "I would swallow the entire world."

His smile was so wide, you could almost believe him.

Sitting up, you brushed aside his bangs to give his forehead a kiss. "Why don't we start with a bowlful of stew, and see if that can keep you full 'til morning."

As if in assent, Rook's belly gave a pleased little gurgle. "I gladly accept," he said, "on the condition that you feed it to me yourself. Food tastes so uniquely exquisite when coming from you."

"Of course!" you chimed. "I'll go heat some up. You wait here, and make sure your tummy is nice and ready. I didn't press too hard before, did I?"

"Non, not at all! Worry not, dearest."

Relieved, you slipped away to the kitchen. Upon the stove sat the pot of stew, still warm enough to diffuse the room with its delicious smell, but nowhere near piping hot for your beloved Rook. So, after ladling full a big earthenware soup bowl, you microwaved it for a little while before giving it a nice stir. Chunks of meat, vegetables, and potatoes broke the thin layer of oils and spices at the surface, mixing it all into one delicious blend.

You were certain Rook would prefer to eat at a table, but when you returned, he was seated in bed where you had commanded him to wait, carefully blanketed in a set of napkins.

"Hello again!" he chimed. "I've set out some precautionery protection. While I've no wish to spill food on clean bedsheets, the idea of being fed to sleep by my beloved is far too enchanting for me to give up by moving elsewhere. So," he said, gesturing to the napkins on his chest, lap, and the surrounding pillows, "I came up with this solution."

"Perfect!" you said, holding up the spoon. "Now, I have a nice, hot bowl of stew here, just for you." It was not hard to slip back into your doting character, and Rook must have sensed the shift, for he smiled, and wiggled a little in place.

"Ohh," you cooed, "are you excited for your next helping? I only serve hungry boys with plenty of room in their stomachs, though. Do you think you're up to eating every spoonful of this?"

"Oui!" Rook piped at once. "My darling, I am famished!"

Eagerly, you sunk down onto the bed beside him. "Then you and this bowl are a perfect match!"

Kneeling down with your legs straddling his lap, you settled into a comfortable position, careful not to let a single drop of the stew tip over the bowl's edge. You dipped one spoonful, and held it out to him.

"Ahhh~" Rook said, without any prompting.

His coquettish lips closed around the bite, and he gave a little hum of delight as he consumed it, as if he really were hungry and just now breaking his fast.

"Just like that," you said. "How's it taste?"

"Très délicieux!" he cheered after swallowing the first bite. "I'm all the more ravenous just tasting it."

At this, you couldn't help but laugh. "My love, this is not your first helping of it."

"Ah, but I should enjoy every bite as if it were my first. Each dish contains an array of flavors; every mouthful provides a different insight than the last. This is especially true with dishes like this, where the texture varies bite by bite." His eyes sparkled. "Thus, I hope you'll pardon my delight."

You grinned. "Don't hold anything back."

Rook relished the food; there was no other word that could truly describe his enjoyment. He was exceedingly neat; the only drop that ended up on his napkin cover was due to an overfilled spoonful of your own, and Rook dabbed at his mouth periodically with a handkerchief. Once, you stopped him before he could raise it to his lips, and caught him in a kiss once again.

"All clean now?" you teased, after breaking away with a soft smack.

"In truth," he admitted, "I'll need a bit more cleaning than that." When you leaned in again, however, he intercepted with his handkerchief, dabbing away before setting it back down. "More of that later," he said. "Right now, I've a meal to eat, non?"

"Alright," you conceded, leaning back on your haunches just a hair, and looking down into the bowl. Less than a third remained, mostly the thick, liquid base. "You're packing it away pretty quickly," you said. "I'm proud of you. How's your tummy feeling right now?"

"Très bien," Rook said, adjusting a pillow behind him to straighten up a bit. "Actually, I feel quite pleasantly full. It's only a shame my palate is less attuned when I am sated like this... To be both awash in flavor and heartily warmed from the inside; perhaps we mortals couldn't bear the pleasure!"

With a sympathetic sigh, you tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "If it's alright with you," you said, "I'd like for you to finish comfortably full. Though, I will help if you really want to try stuffing yourself to the absolute limit. I just get so warm seeing you well-fed and satisfied, that's all."

"Mon coeur," Rook purred, "However much you feed me, I will eat."

You looked down at the stew again. "Do you think you can fit the rest of this?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "If you'd give me just a moment."

Averting his piercing green gaze, Rook closed his mouth. His neck muscles flexed, and a very soft sound of bubbles rose from him.

"Alright," he said after a moment. "I'm ready."

The bowl was still warm in your hands. "Did you just burp?" you said.

He blinked hard. "Zut alors, how could you tell?"

"That's how you usually do it," you replied, stifling a laugh.

Rook threw his head back onto the pillows. "Oh, the pains of having someone close to you," he moaned. "You are familiar with so many of my weaknesses."

"That's right, baby boy," you said, teasing him once again. "But I think you and I both know one key fact—"

Rook was blushing.

You leaned forward, pushing his pretty, napkin-covered body into the pillows. "Good boys don't stifle their burps. Good boys let me listen to every adorable sound that comes out of their cute, little tummies."

Rook actually shivered underneath you. "Yes, dear," he whispered.

"Now," you said, leaning in to peck an impish kiss by his ear. "Would you like another bite?"

"Oui, oui; I'd hate for it to get cold," he said. "If I may—"

He was holding both hands out for the bowl, like a puppy begging for treats.

"Of course, darling!"

You passed him the bowl, and sidled up next to him, stroking his hair and caressing his belly as he lifted it to his lips, and drank.

With every swallow, his throat bobbed, and a loud gulp sounded from him, no doubt affected for how quietly he usually ate and drank.

"Such a good boy," you cooed. "Almost there~"

Eventually, as the bowl tipped all the way up, you realized he was drinking its entire contents without one pause for a breath of air. Even in such a cute and vulnerable state, Rook was still superhuman. He never failed to awe you.

When he finished, he looked at you, and licked his lips.

"So proud of you," you praised. "How do you feel?"

"Fantastically warm and full," he said. "And, since you requested, if you'd give a moment once more—"

He passed you back the bowl, napkined off his mouth, and pressed on his belly with two strong fingers. It gave a pronounced blorp! before he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and let a voluptuous belch churn out of him. It sounded monstrously forceful, like water bursting from a smashed dam, but his face and posture were entirely composed, even relaxed.

"You're such a beauty!" you blurted out, before Rook even had the chance to excuse himself. "Oh, I should feed you more often."

"Ah, that face," Rook said, cocking his head to look at you. "Simply gorgeous..." He blinked. "I love seeing you like this. If feeding me by hand is what pleases you, I urge you to so every day."

"Really, that often?"

"But of course!" He dabbed his lips again. "A good meal delivered unto me by you, what perfect pleasure!"

You smiled at him, blushing. "Only because you're so cute when you eat."

You gathered up all napkins but the one covering his chest, before realizing that he might want to eat even more. "Are you full, dear one?"

"Indeed I am," he replied with a giggle. "Satisfied from the inside out." He had told you he was full already, it was true.

"Good," you said. "You ate so well, after all."

He was beaming, one hand resting on his belly. "All for you, my love."

His chest gently rose and fell as you lifted the last napkin from it, and stood to put them and the dishes in the kitchen. When you returned, he was tucked under the blankets, and he beckoned to you, sleepy-eyed. "Mon amour, I must have you by my side—"

Quickly, you joined him, and he nuzzled up into your embrace.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said, then, "Hic-UuuRRP! Pardon..."

[glass-trash-bab]

Parent Moment

Writing is so hard :( Anyway, here’s Bab certified Parent time

It was a late night at the I.R.I.S. facility. The rain could be heard through the usually silent hallways. Bab had just finished up their nightly routine feedings/check-ins of all the ALTRs and afflicted animals they were assigned to and was currently walking down to The Nursery. Bab called it The Nursery, but it was officially known as the Incubation and Care Center, The I.C.C., but that basically meant the same thing. They approached the steel door to The Nursery before pushing it open. 

The sound of weak crying was the first thing Bab noticed as they entered the small room. Past the tables of various sized incubators along the walls, the cabinets and refrigerators full of supplies, and glass tanks that held their experiments, sat a steel crib. Bab hurried over to the crib and leaned over the fluffy, shaking mound inside "Oh, baby.." They carefully lifted Elliot out of the crib and held him against their chest. 

Despite being hot to the touch, he was shivering. Tears and spit up dampened the fluff on his face. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay.." Bab cooed as they carefully dried his face with the sleeve of their lab coat "You poor baby.." 

Elliot whimpered, his usually shining black eyes could barely stay open as his head laid heavy against Babs collarbone. Bab grabbed the baby blanket out of the crib and laid it over Elliot's limp body. 

They knew he wouldn't last through the night without supervision. He needed to be monitored to keep him from getting worse. But staying at the facility overnight was... undesirable, to say the least. Bab debated their options to themself for about 5 seconds before making up their mind.

It was 11 p.m. by the time Bab got back to their apartment. It wasn't uncommon for them to get off work much later than their partners. They both must've been asleep by then. Bab very quietly unlocked the door to their apartment and walked inside, carefully closing the door behind themself. They had Elliot in their arms, wrapped in their lab coat and jacket, leaving Bab soaked from the rain. That didn't bother them much, all that mattered was that Elliot was nice and dry and warm. 

"Hey." A soft voice called to them from the hallway. Bab turned to see Orion, leaning against the wall and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. 

"Ah- I'm sorry, did I wake you?" 

Orion shook their head "No, I was already up, don't worry." They stepped closer to Bab "... Why are you all wet?" 

Bab looked down at the bundle of coats in their arms before sheepishly looking back up at Orion ".. Please don't be mad at me." 

"What did you do?" 

Bab carefully pulled back the coats to reveal Elliot's face, causing him to wince at the sudden lack of warmth. 

Orion's eyes widened "You brought him home?" They whisper yelled.

"I couldn't leave him at the facility, he's sick. He could get worse if he's unsupervised.." 

"You couldn't have asked someone to watch him during their shift?" 

"They shouldn't have to watch a sick baby while they're trying to work. And I don't trust anyone who will willingly take a night shift at I.R.I.S." 

Orion shrugged "Fair enough, I guess." They moved closer to examine Elliot "What are his symptoms?" 

"He's had a fever since this morning and he hasn't had an appetite since then either.." Bab gently brushed some of the fluff out of Elliot's eyes "Poor little guy's been miserable all day.." 

"Aww, baby... I'll watch him while you go change." Orion gently lifted Elliot out of Babs arms. Bab let out a sigh of relief "You're a saint, thank you. I was fully prepared to spend the rest of the night drenched." They gave Orion a kiss on the cheek before walking to the bedroom.

Bab very quietly entered the bedroom, glancing over at the bed to see Tae peacefully sleeping under the covers with Pumpkin snuggled against her stomach. Bab smiled warmly at the sight. Tae was just so beautiful. They quickly got some pajamas out of the dresser drawer before heading to the bathroom to change, not wanting to disturb Tae any more than they already had, which wasn't any but still.

Bab finished changing and walked out to the living room to see Orion sitting with Elliot on the couch, having him wrapped in fresh blankets instead of a bunch of coats. Bab smiled at the sight before heading to the kitchen. They may have brought home some "borrowed" supplies from I.R.I.S., including a baby bottle they pulled out of their pocket. They filled the bottle with water and grabbed an apple from the fridge, cutting it into tiny little slices for Elliot in case he was hungry. 

Bab walked back into the living room with the bottle and the plate of apple slices before setting them on the table. They sat on the couch next to Orion "Thank you again for watching him. I really appreciate it." 

Orion smiled "You don't have to thank me, I'm your partner. I'm here to help you." They yawned softly 

Bab smiled warmly at that and kissed their forehead gently "You get some rest, I can take it from here." 

"Are you sure? I'll stay and help you if you need it." 

"I got it, you go to bed." Bab gently took Elliot out of their arms "You have to get up early." 

"We have to get up at the same time." 

"Go to bed." 

"Fine." Orion rolled their eyes fondly before standing up and kissing Bab's forehead "Goodnight then." 

"Goodnight, love." Bab smiled and watched Orion leave before turning their attention back to Elliot. Elliot had fallen asleep by then, his little hands clutching his baby blanket to his face. His raspy little breaths were the only sound left in the room.

Bab just watched him all night, making sure his fever didn't get any worse and that he slept comfortably. He woke up a few times throughout the night, having a couple apple slices and finishing the bottle of water by morning. Elliot was still asleep by the time they would usually get up, while Bab was still awake, softly messing with Elliot's fluff. They were staring off into space when Tae snapped them back “Uhh, Bab..?” 

Bab lifted their head to face Tae, giving her a sleepy "Yeah?" in response.

She pointed to the blankets in their arms ".... What… what do you have there..?"

"Oh! You haven't met Elliot yet, have you?"

"What?"

"You remember that ALTR I was talking about that I kept calling my baby son? This is him." Bab carefully lifted Elliot so Tae could see him, proudly showing him off "His name is Elliot and I adore him so much."

"Oh… okay.." She paused for a moment "Why is he.. here?"

"He's sick, I couldn't leave him at the facility, he's a baby."

"... Okay.. How long have you been sitting here..?"

"All night."

"You haven't slept?"

"I'm a mother, gender neutral, now, Tae. Sleep is a luxury I can no longer afford."

"... Do you want breakfast?"

"Oh, I forgot about eating, yes please."

Tae nodded and walked into the kitchen, still processing the news of the new addition to their household. She knew Bab, they weren’t going to bring Elliot back to the facility. She came back with a plate of toast with butter and jam after a few minutes and sat on the couch next to Bab. "Thank you, beloved." They kissed her cheek before picking up a piece of toast and eating it.

Tae looked at Elliot, studying the tiny sleeping fluff ball. "So… what is Elliot exactly..?"

"Oh-" Bab wiped the jam from their mouth "He's a caterpillar baby. At least for now, and then he'll be a beautiful mothman when he grows up." Their eyes sparkled as they spoke, as opposed to Tae, who was not as enthusiastic. "...Oh... Okay… Can I ask.. why..?"

Bab paused a moment before shrugging "Why not?"

"..I don't know what I expected you to answer."

"He also feels like a kitten." Bab happily pet Elliot's head.

Orion sleepily walked into the living room, laying down on the couch and resting their head in Tae's lap. Tae glanced down at them and couldn't help but smile "Good morning, Oreo."

"Morning." Orion yawned and looked over at Bab "How's the baby?"

"Baby's doing better." Bab smiled "He’s finished his water, he's had a few apple slices and he's been asleep for 3 hours straight."

"That's good." Orion closed their eyes, snuggling up to Tae, who was playing with their hair.

They sat in comfortable silence for only a couple of minutes before Babs tired eyes suddenly got really wide. They turned to Tae, "I just realized something."

"What is it, Bab?"

"This is our first morning together as a family."

:3 @bondedosegos @climbing-starrs

[elexmori-mcl]

No more lies

word count: 2.8 k

characters: Elex (OC) x Lysander (MCL AL)

tags: story after AL Episode 3, angst, less action, more talking about feelings

Lysander and Elex finally got closer and spent a night together, but there are still some hurdles to overcome. A quiet morning on the farm and a chance to go for a walk finally causes one of them to get their problems off their chest. Silence wasn't the best idea from either of them after all, despite good intentions.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44439550

Her first glance made her look directly into the early sun rays coming in from the window. And with that, the night had passed and given way to the next day without Elex noticing. Still sleepy, she rubbed her eyes; it had definitely been too few hours for her to be fully rested. But she had willingly accepted that last night. As her surroundings slowly took on clearer outlines, she noticed a gray wool blanket which 'someone' had placed around her naked body. "I really just fell asleep ..." she murmured in wonder. She couldn't quite believe it herself, as it usually took a while to get to the point where the sleep took hold of her. The only exception was when she collapsed on her bed in the middle of the night, completely overworked, unable to even lift her arm. And even then, it wasn't a peaceful sleep to speak of. Meanwhile, unfamiliar arms leisurely made their way through the layers of fabric to embrace her chest. Suddenly there was a grumbling behind her that brought her back to reality. It was the first time since her arrival that Lysander was there when she woke up. Even though she was aware of the fact that he usually had to get up early, this gesture filled her heart with warmth. "Hey..." she greeted him softly, trying to determine if he was still asleep. Still a little tired, he lifted his head before tracing the tip of his nose along her neck. Lips gently touched her nape, placing kisses on the skin as he continued to snuggle against her. "You may have said yesterday that you weren't just interested in my body, but still, you've been acting like a different person since tonight. How should I interpret that?"

Her comment seemed to cause Lysander to be wide awake now. In a flash he straightened up over her with an anxious expression on his face. "Elex, that has nothing to do with it! I just don't want to make the same mistake I did before and ..." Before he could continue, she put a finger to his lips to stop him. "Lys, I know." With a slight grin on her face, she held out her arms while he still stared at her, still in bewilderment. "I was kidding." After a deep breath, he closed his eyes and then collapsed onto her chest with a sigh. "I'm not capable of this kind of joke yet." he murmured, but still continued to embrace her again. Even though the woolen blanket was already quite comfortable for her, the weight of his body and his warmth gave a comforting, familiar feeling. Meanwhile Elex began to run his fingertips through individual white strands of his hair. Since he wore a loose braid throughout the day, it felt special to stroke through the full length of the fine hair. "Let me assure you that everything that happened last night was exactly what I wanted too. I didn't realize how much I longed to be close to you." She had already explained to him that she was only joking, but still wanted to express it in her own words. Lysander nodded slightly as he answered her. "I felt like I was completely lost in you last night ... It felt right."

Elex instinctively pressed his upper body tightly against hers and noticed the fabric of his shirt on the palms of her hands. He was already fully dressed, unlike her, as he had already started the new day. "When did you get up?" she asked as her fingers began to adjust his collar. "Just after you fell asleep, since the animals needed to be taken care of. Oboe didn't want to be fed and snapped at me rather than the cauliflower." The idea of a little petulant duck in the early morning made both of them laugh. "Do you think I could give it a try later?" "Sure. We should be starting our day now anyway. All I've done so far is fall out of bed, take care of everyone, and get back to you." Lysander straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed to get up. His girlfriend, meanwhile, wrapped the wool blanket around her body so she wouldn't have to walk to her suitcase in just her underwear. Her steps however seemed so awkward that he quickly walked around the bed and stood beside her. "Are you all right?" he asked her worriedly. "My legs just feel a little wobbly. Maybe we overdid it a bit ... Besides, I really need a shower and caffeine, to be honest." Lysander chuckled and thought for a moment. "What do you think about a relaxing bath now, followed by breakfast downstairs?" Elex eyes visibly widened with anticipation at the word 'bath'. "That sounds just about right. At least, assuming that suggestion includes you." She had barely uttered the words when her partner was already placing an arm under the back of her knee to lift her up. "You're not getting rid of me that fast" he admitted mischievously as he laughingly carried her towards the bathroom under faked protests.

A short time later, Elex was lying in the bathtub as it was filling with water, resting her head on the edge. Her hands roamed through the foam that was forming as she smelled the lavender aroma of the bath salts. When Lysander soon joined her, he took a seat behind her and let her lean against him. "Is this how you imagined it?" he asked her with played curiosity, even though this scenario had been on his mind for some time as well. "Mmm, just like this." He placed a kiss on her neck and ran his hands over her thighs, massaging them gently. There was a pleased sigh coming from her as she sank deeper into the water. "I could get used to this." Silence reigned between them for a while; Elex had closed her eyes and was enjoying the gentle touches emanating from him. Three more days until she had to return to campus. Her last year at a foreign university in a town she was once familiar with. Four hours of driving to get here and back. That would separate them again for an indeterminate time. So it was a matter of making the most of every moment they shared while she was here. Prompted by this, she turned and embraced his neck. Lysander looked at her stunned for a moment at the sudden movement before nudging her nose and closing his eyes. Their lips were so close that they almost touched, but he stopped to take the next step. Her fingers carefully traced his contours, memorizing them. His dark eyebrows, the cheeks that kept nestling against her and finally his lips that kept giving her a smile ... Her index finger paused on his upper lip as Lysander began to kiss it. When he opened his eyes, they slowly traveled up her body until he met her gaze and smirked. She sensed something provocative in his expression, telling her to take what she wanted. He would not lift a finger and wait to be claimed by her instead. Approaching his lips again, she heard Lysander's calm, steady breaths while he let her take her moment. Just like the first time, Elex felt a slight nervousness and anticipation in her stomach, restraining her movements before she finally kissed him.

When they both got out of the bathtub, Lysander disappeared promptly for the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Elex glanced at her remaining clothes in the suitcase and the small pile of old clothes he had saved from years ago. Finally, she decided on a sleeveless black dress that complimented her waist by adding a belt. In addition to the tights, when she put on the gray cardigan from the first day to stay warm and looked in the mirror, she liked the look. Full of anticipation for the meal together, she hopped down the few stairs. Once there, a steaming cup of coffee was being poured for her. "Perfect timing." he commented on her appearance. and put the cup in her hand. At the same time, he also caught a glimpse of her outfit as she brought the cup to her lips. She closed her eyes in an almost reverent manner and took a sip before a smile spread across her face. In the meantime, Lysander placed bread and spreads on the table and sat down with her. "Do you have anything planned for today?" she asked, continuing to sip on her beverage. "I'd actually need to go to the neighboring town and do some grocery shopping for the rest of the week, but there's nothing else lined up. Would you like to join me?" A vigorous nod from her followed. Her counterpart had to grin at her more energetic nature, which burst out here and there. "Then do you mind if I cook for us tonight?". "But you're my guest ..." he countered surprised. "I don't want that, Lys. If I get to spend more time here from now on, it would be nicer if it felt like my home too, at least temporarily." Although neither of them had ever brought up the subject before, Lysander was noticing how often she talked about the fact that this visit was not going to be the last. First in a casual exchange with one of his clients, then with Castiel the day before, and now finally aimed directly at him. It was obvious for him that after this week, she wasn't going to just walk out that door to disappear. That wasn't her style. And also because he wouldn't let her. Still, those little comments made him eager to be optimistic about the future. "That sounds nice." he whispered before pointing to the table reminding her about the solid part of breakfast. She then set down her already empty cup and reached into the bread basket. "Do you have anything special planned?" Lysander picked up the dinner topic again. She recalled all the possibilities in her mind's eye and shook her head. "Nothing extravagant, but it will be delicious! Let me surprise you."

After their breakfast, they both headed toward the chicken coop to make another feeding attempt for the sassy drake named Oboe. The latter continued to grumble loudly in Lysander's direction, however, he willingly let Elex serve him cauliflower. "I think you got a rival" she commented grinning at the situation while he stood by almost pouting. "Let's see who feeds him next week." Oboe ran back to the chickens with a snort at the same time, unaware of the threat. A few moments later, Lysander's car pulled up the driveway toward the city. The shopping itself was quickly done, and they strolled along the farmer's market, which was located in the center of town. Lysander suggested a little walk in the area before heading back, and led them along a paved trail through a lush forest. In some places the treetops obscured the view, while other places were bathed in light. Elex stopped a few times to brush over a mossy stone or tall ferns she wanted to memorize. She quickly sketched some of it in a small notebook, careful not to make him wait too long. He himself had no fixed destination in mind, but watching her enthusiasm made him happy. He could tell stories of his childhood about some of the places, as Leigh and him had often traveled there with their parents. His father always packed a thermos for the boys with hot cocoa when they took a break, while their mother always found the best places to rest. The little adventurers played and explored to their hearts' content here, learning about the animals and nature outside the farm. While his parents couldn't offer them much financially, they made up for it by his father's creativity in particular. As a result, they came home with a collection of rocks, flowers, and other handicrafts. Elex kept gazing up from her paper to observe Lysander's smiling expression. He seemed to be happily reminiscing, but something she couldn't put her finger on irritated her.

In what was nearly the same lovely place as in his childhood, he eventually sat down with his girlfriend to take a short break. They had bought some muffins at a small bakery, which were now shared. Elex's gaze wandered through the landscape, lost in thought, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. There was something on her mind, casting shadows on her forehead, but now was not the time. Lysander silently put an arm around her and stroked her side to let her calm down. "This contrast between here and my old surroundings is hitting me hard right now if I'm honest. Not in a negative sense; but simply because especially after several years of overworking myself, something like slowing down is happening and that feeling has become so foreign to me." "What do you mean?" Again, something inside her resisted before being able to answer him. "When I moved away for my degree, I was so full of anticipation for this new chapter that I couldn't wait for it. When I found Mina, I had the best roommate I could ask for, and was certain that we would be able to work it out together. But later on I overestimated myself; spending more and more time in front of books instead of being with others. After all, I wanted to prove that I could succeed in despite all the trips to see you. And even when we met fewer times in order to put less pressure on me, I ended up placing even more on myself instead. It was almost impossible for me to calm down, since then I would have had to deal with the built-up problems." Her body had stiffened under his touch as she spoke. Old, bad habits resurfaced as time passed. She had trouble trusting others as a result of her childhood, especially when she needed help. One parent who didn't care about her since she was born, the other left her alone when another child was on the way. But there were actually enough people now to keep her feeling like they were always there for her, however, they were physically separated from her. " Although we both hate being lied to, I guess we couldn't think of anything better, huh?" Lysander leaned her against his torso to give her support. She was doing nothing worse than him with her behavior; they both had their reasons for concealing the truth. To not burden the other. To not induce a feeling of helplessness from afar. To fill the precious time with beautiful lies.

"What was difficult for you?" He took a cautious approach to learn more if she wanted. "I didn't want to admit how lonely I was. During free moments, my first action was to grab the phone and send you a photo or a message, only to have it deleted most of the time. 'How are you?" 'What are you doing?" 'I miss you." or just a heart emoji to let you know I was thinking of you. I wanted to be able to blow off some steam with you about everything, curse a few times, be motivated by you, and in the end we would have laughed about it and would have hung up. And probably missed each other." He could picture her walking furiously up and down her room meanwhile, and couldn't help but smile. "What would you have told me?" "How incompetent some fellow students were! Sometimes we were afraid the lab would burn simply because someone's lab coat was too close to the fire. Or that lack of independence from others, it was almost unbearable." As more examples followed, Lysander noticed how she slowly relaxed again. It was good for her to get everything off her chest and be listened to. And bit by bit he could understand how her life had progressed. And after a while, Elex fell silent again, feeling as if a great burden had been lifted from her. Her eyes sought those of her partner, who looked at her with love and encouragement. She had so often longed for his presence when she was desperate. "And then I finally stood at your front door, not knowing if you wanted to see me or if we still could connect. I was scared, excited, and yet insanely happy to see you." His hands wrapped around her cheeks and gently stroked through single strands of hair. No one had seriously believed in their relationship anymore; maybe they themselves the least of all. "Thank you for listening to me" she uttered softly and gave him a smile. As a reply, he leaned forward and breathed a kiss on her forehead. "Anytime."

[moonlight26posts-blog]

WE HAVE A FOSTER VOLUNTEER!!

In Baltimore City, MD: URGENT: Sweet, friendly, pretty girl- a volunteer favorite- now needs rescue by 6pm on 12/12! - BARCS, Baltimore MD

If you can help save NYX and offer her a foster home, please email foster@charlietotherescue.org (please do not wait til the last minute).

- URGENT: Rescue needed by 6pm on 12/12 -

Nyx 10 (Beatrix)- 5 y/o, unaltered female, 46lbs

Nyx 10, aka Beatrix, a sweet and playful pup, needs your help.

Once a shy girl, Beatrix has blossomed into a confident and outgoing companion. She loves to run and play, especially when chasing her favorite stuffed animals. But she's not all about playtime; she also enjoys cuddling up on the couch for some quality snuggle time. she loves to be close to her human, curling up in laps for cuddles, receiving pets, and showering you with kisses. She’s also a big fan of belly rubs and will happily roll over to show her belly, scooting around in pure contentment.

Beatrix is a quick learner and is eager to please; she's housebroken and crate-trained. During her time in the play yard, she seemed even more at ease, having a blast while feeling relaxed in the open space. Beatrix is a loving, sweet girl who will make a wonderful companion for someone who enjoys cuddles, play, and plenty of affection.

During her recent sleepover with a volunteer, Beatrix quickly settled into her new environment. She enjoyed nightly walks, though she had a few playful moments, especially when she got excited about exploring new smells. She was particularly fascinated by the crunchy leaves and would often pause to investigate them closely.

Back inside the volunteer's home, Beatrix loved curling up on the couch, her head resting on her human's lap. She was content to simply relax and enjoy the quiet company. She also enjoyed playing fetch and tug-of-war with her human and her favorite activity outside of cuddling was her peanut butter lick mat. At bedtime, Beatrix surprised her human by willingly going into her crate and sleeping soundly through the night, not a peep escaping her furry form. In the morning, Beatrix greeted her human with a cheerful bark and a wagging tail, ready to start a new day of fun. She was eager to explore the apartment and play with her toys. The volunteer mentioned that when she’s excited, she snorts like a piggy! So you hear her making little snorts when she is running around you with a stuffed animal. It's the CUTEST thing!

While in our shelter's care, Beatrix has been defensive and uncomfortable with most large dogs, although has been able to coexist peacefully when her space is respected. Overall, she definitely prefers smaller play pals who are polite and gentle.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Beatrix had severe otitis, as well as impaired balance and a slight right sided head tilt, which are both likely secondary to the inner ear infection. She was recently started on four weeks of oral antibiotics, after which she will be due for a recheck; however, if there is no improvement, a neuro consult would be recommended to further assess.

Poor Beatrix has now been in our care for a month and a half and she is becomingly increasingly stressed despite medication to help. She has been showing intense leash biting behavior, even with a metal chain leash and 'paying for engagement.' She is also leash reactive towards other dogs, and at times unknown humans, and has been defensive for heavy and/or medical handling.

Beatrix is available immediately for rescue pick-up, and due to her behavioral deterioration, she now needs rescue placement by close of business (6pm) on 12/12.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd | Baltimore, MD 21225 US

[planetyandere]

could you write baku/todo/deku (separate) consoling their darling after the little pet they got them, to keep them occupied while they work, passes away? :( their darling is a mess of tears and clings them them all the time now for comfort after resisting them for so long </3

Warnings: Swearing, violence, yandere themes.

Bakugo

It had been a week since the incident and everyday you seemed to be getting worse. If he knew the stupid bunny was going to cause you this much grief he would've never agreed to getting you it in the first place. He only caved because you always complained about being alone and he was gone most of the day doing hero work. So reluctantly he picked up the creature from the pet store one night and brought it home to you. It was probably the only time he had ever seen you genuinely smile. Some time had passed and he was honestly kinda annoyed at how much attention you paid the stupid creature. Cooing at it and cuddling it to sleep. He wished he never got you the stupid thing in the first place.

And then his wish came true.

It was just another night after work, he was exhausted coming home but looking forward to seeing you. As he approached the door to your shared prison home he froze. What should have been muffled humming, a habit you took up since getting your beloved pet, was replaced by loud sobs. A million thoughts raced through his mind. Had someone attacked you? Did you try hurting yourself again?

He practically busted down the door. Eyes wide and frantically searching until he found your form sitting on the floor, back facing him.

"Y/n?! Why the hell are you cryi-" In seconds he was by your side but abruptly stopped when he took in the scene before him. You sat there in a heap clutching the once full of life bunny in your shaking arms.

"H-h-he was just-just jumping a-around and then he-he made this h-horrible noise a-and he-he hasn't m-moved!" He could barely understand you through your choked cries but with the limp animal lying there it wasn't hard to piece together what the problem was.

Sighing he tried to get you to calm down saying crying over a stupid animal wasn't worth it and that he'd just replace it for you but for some reason that made you cry even harder.

Eventually he was able to take the thing away from you and out of the apartment. When he came back you were still on the ground in the same place.

"C'mon don't cry, I said I'd get you another one didn't I?" His tone was that of impatience and annoyance but his face said otherwise. Honestly he hated to see you upset and just wanted you to stop crying. The only reason he got you the damn thing was because you cried about being lonely. God this was such a pain in the ass...

When it seemed like you were never going to leave the ground he came over and pulled you up by the arm, surprised a little at how compliant you were.

Your sobs had turned to sniffles at least, but it was like you were in a daze as he led you to the bedroom.

After helping you wash your face he led you to the bed. Still a little shocked at how you didn't even try to resist his touches at all like usual.

As he was finally about to drift off he heard the muffled sobs again. Sighing he reached a hand over. Eyes widening in surprise when not only did you take it, but you used it to pull him closer until your head was stuffed into his chest. He didn't even care you were soaking his shirt, too stunned that you were this close to him willingly.

Hesitantly he pulled his arms around you, not wanting to ruin the moment or somehow bring you back to a reality where you loathed his touch.

But you didn't move, you just snuggled deeper into his chest, crying your heart out while he cradled you until eventually you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning he left you in bed to go and start cooking breakfast. It was a rare day off so he had time to make pancakes and some other things. While he was at the stove he heard you shuffling into the room.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw your puffy eyes and sad pout. His thoughts drifted back to last night's moment.

He turned back flipping a pancake, "Breakfast is almost ready, go on and get out the plates"

Instead of shuffling towards the cabinet like he expected he felt your presence behind him.

"Huh what is it?" He turned again seeing your head downcast. Confused, he raised a brow watching as you raised a single hand to his shirt and secured it there like a safety pin.

Like a child you clutched onto him. He stood there dumbfounded, frozen by your actions until the smell of burning batter got his attention.

"Ah Shit" he dumped the burned cakes into the trash and continued to cook all while you held onto him.

Even when he set the plates down he noticed how your chair was scooted just a bit closer than before.

Was he dreaming? How did you go from despising him and his touch to...being needy? Clingy even?

He wondered how long until you snapped out of it but he found he didn't really mind. After breakfast he sat in his office doing some paper work but found you hovering near the doorway soon after. So he gave up and asked you what you wanted to do.

Cut to half an hour later he was watching some sappy cartoon movie while you lay your head on his shoulder. He'd sneak glances your way every now and then. Your eyes glued to the screen but hand near his.

If he knew all it was gonna take was that stupid pet dying for you to want to be near him he would've killed the damn thing himself.

He swung an arm around your shoulder and smirked when you snuggled closer.

Yeah, he could get used to this...

Deku

"Please don't cry! It's ok! I'll get you a new one ok?!"

"But-but I don't want a new one! I want him!"

Izuku sat helplessly on the ground beside you trying to get you to calm down. He had been sleeping peacefully when your yells had him shooting out of bed.

"Y/n?! What is it?!?What's wrong?!?!" He was by your side in an instant. Frantically he looked you over for injuries but didn't see any.

"H-hes g-gone!! You pointed to the boarded window and he squinted seeing a small rip in one of the screens. Finally he pieced together what must've happened.

"Oh Bunny I'm so sorry..." he sighed relieved that nothing was wrong with you but upset that you were crying.

Hesitantly he reached an arm around you but practically jumped when you threw yourself on him, sobbing into his chest like a baby.

He froze for a moment, not believing what was happening but then wrapped his arms around you, patting your hair softly.

"Its ok, everything's going to be ok honey, how about we get you washed up and put on that new movie you like until you fall asleep?" he practically melted when you offered a tiny nod into his chest.

Carefully he helped you up and to the bathroom. Several minutes later you were tucked back in bed together.

About halfway through the movie he heard the sniffles begin again. He moved to go grab a box of tissues from the bathroom but froze when he felt your hand pulling at his arm.

"D-don't go..." your eyes sparkled with unshed tears as you quietly begged him to stay by your side.

He nodded eagerly and cuddled beside you, taking advantage of this rare opportunity and pulling you closer to him.

Todoroki

He didn't mean too. He really didn't mean to. But it had been an impossiblely long day and everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

So when he came home in the middle of the night to the stupid creature growling at him he only got more irritated.

If it wasn't for how much you loved the stupid thing he would've gotten rid of it ages ago. He didn't understand why it loved you so much but practically bit his head off whenever he approached.

"What are you growling at mutt?" He glared at the creature standing protectively by the door to the bedroom.

He tried side stepping it but the damn thing lunged for his leg instead.

He didn't mean to kick it so hard...truly he just reacted. But when he looked over and realized the mutt wasn't moving he knew he messed up big.

Quietly so as to not wake you he removed the animal from the house and came back inside. Not knowing how he was even going to explain this one to you in the morning.

He sighed looking at your form under the covers sleeping soundly. He felt horrible.

The next morning he was awoken by a hand on his shoulder. He was startled at the contact but quickly memories of the night before flooded his mind. His vision focused to a worried looking you standing by his bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked as if he didn't already know.

"I-I can't find him, I think he got out somehow, can you please go out and look for him Shoto?"

He didn't even know what he was doing, but somehow he found himself outside for an hour looking for something he knew damn well was gone.

He could have told you the truth but honestly this was better.

You had cried when he came back empty handed. Even though it killed him he offered you another pet but you refused, too heartbroken to even consider another companion.

He became more worried as the days went on but you remained just as sorrowful. You barely touched your food and he could count the number of times you spoke on one hand.

He tried cooking your favorite meals, renting your favorite movies, even letting you go on a walk (at night and with him holding onto you of course) but nothing seemed to snap you out of this sadness.

Then one morning as he was slipping on his boots for work he found you hovering near him, shyly looking down.

"Y/n? Is something wrong?"

Your eyes met his and his own widened at your teary expression.

"S-stay..."

"Huh?"

"Please Shoto" you pulled onto his arm.

"I don't want to be alone...please?" And how could he say no when this was the first time since he'd taken you that you'd willingly wanted his company.

He should've killed that Mutt months ago...

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Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the request:)❤

[thepilotanon]

How would Loki react to a s/o that has to sleep with a loved blanket, stuffed animal or something else at night? Especially if they’re embarrassed of it because it makes them feel childish and immature.

BRUH.

Loki is an absolute cuddler in his sleep and needs to be holding something comforting in order to sleep, so he actually understands that you feel the need to sleep with a blanket or stuffed animal. He willingly tells you how he used to go through numerous pillows to try and find the perfect one to snuggle and finally go to bed (and how he would steal Thor's pillows, and his parents' growing up, of course). He tells you that it isn't anything to be ashamed about, and is rather happy that you felt comfortable to let him know.

Loki is very respectful about your dear possession that helps you sleep. When he makes the bed in the morning, or changes the sheets, he will ask for your permission to carefully set the blanket/stuffed animal to the side, so he doesn't accidentally misplace it or damage it. He will gently place it back on "your side", will ask you how you would prefer it to be placed or cleaned (if you were to say how you wanted to be in control of that, he will understand and let you take care of it).

Whenever you have those Bad Days (you know the ones I'm talking about), he has no problem bundling you up on the couch, gently bringing you your dear blanket/stuffed animal, tucks it to you and kisses your forehead before getting movies to watch with you while holding you close. Loki wants to support you and make sure you're comfortable to do whatever it takes to make you relax and feel safe.

[mxvladdy]

I can't stress enough 'wows' in tve way you write along with the fact that it's you first few posts (i think? Pls correct me) can you do luci mammon and satan with a reader who takes naps bc of overthinking? They just tug their sleeves and shot them a tired look, while looking down shying away. Also, have a nice day and take the time to be yourself!

Aw thanks fam! I am fairly new to posting my works, I tried twice before this with two different writing blogs but I deleted them both bc I felt discouraged. I’m older now and I feel a lot better about my writing, so third time the charm and all that lol! I’m so glad you like my writing! I know I need some work on grammar and expanding my vocabulary.  

This was a super cute prompt ;.; I hope I did it justice!

Lucifer

He is a mix of jealous and pissed. He wishes he could fall asleep so easily when he gets inundated with too many things at once. But also- just don’t do that? Where were your manners?

He starts noticing your little peculiarity in class. Specifically that you tend to nod off in advance alchemy and rune scripting. You were being so studious, jotting down notes, ask great questions. Next thing he knows you're out like a light.

He is shocked for a moment before he will wake you up. Your wide doe-eyed frown does nothing to him. JK his hearts clench at your wounded look.

He makes the other brothers report to him about your behavior and odd sleep habit. Were you ill? Was this just something humans did? Devils, was Belphie rubbing off on you?

They all say the same thing. One moment you are working hard or talking to them about a topic you are passionate about, and the next you are yawning hard enough to pop your jaw and shyly asking to lay down.

Well-he can’t have that.

If you are going to fall asleep around anyone it’s going to be him.

He sets up remedial lessons with you after dinner to make up for the work slept through. You sit by him at his long ornate desk while he tutors you on what you missed.

You weren't having any problems,  you even finished a few pages. He is proud and then-

“I can almost hear those gears slowing my dear.” Lucifer interrupts himself mid-explanation of Zosimos of Panopolis and Maria the Prophetess's theories of alchemy in human medicine.

You jerk awake and turn to him blinking owlishly. "Yeah, I just need to lay down." You admit.

Lucifer eyes you critically. This was sudden, were you ill? You had been fine moments ago, bright-eyed and enthusiastic. He cups your face, turning it from side to side. "So suddenly? We haven't even discussed the properties of mercury yet." You hum letting your eyes droop. He was always so warm.

"Hour nap break? Please?" His stern gaze softens at how your nose scrunches up cutely as you yawn.

“Very well.” He relents letting you slick over to his couch. You flop over face first with a grunt of satisfaction. You toss and turn for a while, moving his pillows around unsatisfied.

“Luci-” You call in defeat. He ignores you at first. If you wanted to nap fine, he would get some work done in the meantime. “Luci~” You say again. You could see his brow twitching. “Lu-”

“My dear,” He shoots you a withering look. “You are treading a thin line. If you have the energy to call for me you have the energy to study.” You say nothing at his brisk tone, instead of opening your arms to him to join you. “You tempt me.” He purrs hiding his smile behind his paperwork.

“Learned from the best.” Lucifer shakes his head laughing at your smug reply. He glances over you to his grandfather clock. Hmmm-perhaps he could spare a few minutes. He rises elegantly discarding his tie and waistcoat to his abandoned chair. Running a hand through his hair he snorts at your little whistle.

“Move.” He commands. You shake your head patting your belly. “I will crush you.” He laughs but lays over you regardless.

“Good-you’re warm.” You say muffled in his shirt. Wrapping your arms around his middle you drift off. Lucifer holds you close, running a still gloved hand up and down your side. Perhaps he should bring out some more complex topics next time. If this was the outcome-

Mammon

He noticed you get drowsy before in class. Your cute little head jerks as you nod off, hands rubbing at your face as you fight to stay awake before giving in to the need to sleep. It was adorable- not that he was watching you because of that! He was just doing his job of looking out for you

Ye-that was all.

Honestly, he thought you were just like him. He never cared for the books being forced on him in class. Boring useless crap in his opinion. He much rather sleep through a lecture on stats too.

Now books on photography? That's where it's at. He has a legitimate passion for it.

He likes being behind the camera just as much as he likes being in front of it. Though he doesn't snap photos often.

He doesn't need more beratement from his brothers than he already gets. Sides, he just feels like they would look down at this like everything else he does.

He'll share his hobby with you though. You at least seem interested in it. He'll show you his collection of vintage to high-tech cameras and talk your ear off about the makes, models, and features.

You nod along and ask questions from time to time, smiling along with Mammon while he prattles on about color theory next to you on the floor.

He was just getting to Auguste Lumiére when he feels a gentle bump on his shoulder.

"O-oi!" Mammon starts, shaking his shoulder to rouse you. You look up at him, blinking the sleep from your eyes. "Was...was I that boring?" He deflates a little, all previous excitement gone in a flash. You had seemed so interested...

"What? Oh, no. No Mammon I'm sorry. It's really all fascinating," You grab for his sleeve so he couldn't run away. "It was just a lot of information all at once. I just got a bit overwhelmed."

"So you fall asleep?" He raises a brow not believing you for a second. Who falls asleep when something is interesting? He'll admit he's fallen asleep while listening to Levi talk about a new anime or Asmo with a make-up release.  But that's because it had been boring. "Is that like a human thing?"

You shrug snuggling closer. "I don't know- but it's a me thing. Give me five? I'd love to hear you talk more about your collection, promise."

Mammon glows scarlet at your words. "Of course you do!" He puffs out his chest excitedly. “I got great taste.” You nod into his shirt before drifting off again. He tilts his head slightly to look at you chuckling internally when your breathing and heartbeat slow down. Damn, out in seconds. Well, better get comfortable.

Uncrossing his long legs he picks up the camera he had been showing you. The old Polaroid lens reflects his face back at him. He remembered the day Land had debuted this marvel of engineering. He just had had to get his hands on one. It was useless now, he had much better quality cameras than this old thing, but he remembered you reminiscing about your human friends and their portable camera. Would you take some pictures with him too? He would take one now, but the sound of the flash would definitely wake you up.

He fiddles with it for a few more minutes, opening and closing the film canister and checking for any parts that needed fixing as he waits. You stir at his side a few minutes later with a little mew of satisfaction. Mammon hears your joints creak and pop as you stretch. "Morning." He says sarcastically, earning himself a light punch to his shoulder. "Ready to continue?"

You nod eagerly, perky and aware. At least for the moment.

Satan

He didn't really notice at first the pattern of your behavior.

You would come over for book club. Which was really just him reading his current novel and you picking something at random to gain a little random knowledge.

You would find a comfortable position on his bed, curl up nice and small and read. Then after a bit yawn and start to snooze.

He first thought it was the atmosphere of his room. It was quiet, warm, and the sound of flickering candles and the rustle of paper sometimes caused him to doze too.

But when it starts happening outside of class he notices.

Hmmm….this is new.

He looks it up in his human anatomy books and finds nothing.

He's not particularly worried about you per se. You always bounce back quickly after a quick snooze.

Then you start dozing when he is talking… >:(

Like his brother/dad he is a little miffed at first but then your behavior reminds him a cat and he loves you 10x harder now

Satan stops in his pacing of the back gardens. His book of poetry hanging limply in his hand. He had been reciting some of the most fascinating lines of work from Lord Byron's later works and wanted a human's perspective. He had thought you were interested. You never complained before when he asked you out here. Perhaps you were just being polite all those times before. Anything to soothe wrath. He snaps his book shut sharply, take some perverse satisfaction in the way you start out of your light sleep at the noise.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask wiping at your face.

"No point talking to someone that doesn't wish to listen." He snaps tersely.

"Oh-Satan, no I was listening. It...it just got to be so much so fast." You flush. “You had some great points going, I just needed a minute.” He watches your eyes grow heavy again, and it dawns on him.

"Do you just sleep when overwhelmed?" He asks incredulously. In all his years with humans, this was new. You shrug making grabby hands for him to move closer. He scoffs but moves into your space. You grab at the hem of his shirt and pull him down to sit next to you. He goes willingly getting comfortable by your side. You eye his lap longingly, hands clutching around his coat sleeve. “Fine-” He rolls his eyes. “Come here you odd thing.” You smile in triumph and crawl into his lap. Once settled you nuzzle into his warm chest.

“Wake me up in ten? I want to hear more about your conversations with Byron.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” He kisses the top of your forehead, opening his book to read again with one hand. You hum at his soft kiss, returning it sleepily with one of your own before passing out again. Ten minutes go by in an instant and Satan looks down at your peaceful face. He smiles to himself, perhaps he’ll let you sleep for a little while longer. You’d need it for his next point.  

[stareyeddistinguishment]

For the trick and treat, could we get Adam showing Michael the many, many benefits of staying late in bed (mostly the ensuing cuddles)? Love your fics!

Aww thanks! This was such a cute prompt 😊 It is also taking place post-Cage (post Atoning for Archangels). Hope you enjoy!

Trick or Treat Prompt Link

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"Adam, it is 6:00 AM," Michael alerted his human. "It is time to commence your morning run."

The prone form in the bed shifted, sending ripples like water across the purple duvet comforter.

"Mmmmmmm," Adam moaned, pulling the covers higher across his face and mussing his sleep-scattered hair into further disarray. "It's Saturday," he protested.

Seated on the bedside opposite Adam and with back planted rigidly against the headboard, the Archangel gazed at his human in consternation.

"Yes," Michael confirmed severely. "It is."

"And, you remember the Rule about Saturday," Adam yawned, voice muzzy and sleep-drenched. He rolled onto his side to push his face deep into his pillow.

"Saturday is a freebie when you want to take it," Michael recited dutifully.

"Yup," Adam agreed sleepily. "So I'm taking it. S'too comfy to get up."

"I see," Michael sighed.

The Archangel settled resignedly against the headboard. Although he appreciated the peacefulness that descended upon his human while Adam slept, Michael appreciated more the sheer life that animated Adam while his human was awake. Still, if Adam desired to "sleep in," then Michael would watch over his sleeping form. Always would Michael protect Adam. 

Even when Michael would prefer to engage with Adam instead.

"Or, you could just get into bed with me," Adam murmured drowsily, plucking the unspoken thoughts from Michael's mind.

Without waiting for the Archangel's response, Adam threaded his wiry arms across the torso of Michael's apparition. Adam gently tugged. Willingly Michael followed the tugging until pulled under the covers.

When Adam had positioned Michael as Adam liked — in a lying-down configuration, legs stretched long, arms at Michael's side — then Adam curled against the Archangel's side. Adam shifted. Adam’s long legs intertwined with Michael's. His wiry arms encircled Michael's torso. The human now held the Archangel in a full-body embrace. Michael's entire being swelled at this show of affection.

Then, Michael's human deposited a soft, loving kiss onto the Archangel’s forehead.

"See, this is nice, right?" Adam asked, breath coming warm against Michael’s cheek.

"Yes," the Archangel responded in happy agreement.

"S'what Saturday mornings are all about."

"Indeed."

“Yeah,” Adam yawned thickly. His body loosened against Michael's. "I'm going back to sleep now," Adam instructed, his voice heavily laden with sleep. "So, don't move."

Even without his human’s issuance, Michael would not move. This was a very pleasing arrangement. As well, with closer proximity better could Michael protect Adam.

The Archangel relaxed. The human within his arms stilled.

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The following Saturday, Adam was unexpectedly pulled from his dreaming by the sudden press of weight against his body.

"Mi- Michael?" Adam asked foggily. Adam rubbed at his eyes, dispelling his morning-blurred vision. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"Protecting you," was the firm reply. Adam's angel had splayed against Adam's body like an octopus. Then, in a skillful and crafty maneuver, Michael somehow wove his arms around Adam's torso before laying his head atop Adam's left bicep. The angel was a warm and welcomed presence.

"Mmmmm," Adam agreed, closing his eyes and settling into the hug. "Yeah, you keep doing that."

"Yes," the angel resolved. "After all, this is what Saturday mornings are all about."

"Damn straight," Adam muttered, snuggling closer.

Adam slipped back into sleep.

Michael watched the cyclical motions, up and down, of Adam's chest as his human softly snored.

Saturday morning was now Michael's favorite morning.

[pascal-istheway]

Kinktober Day 3

Kink: Sleepy Sex [18+]

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: There was just this idea of being so exhausted and sleepy and Frankie being so needy and how he would just need you so badly despite the fact that you’re so tired. ugh just let me have this

Word count: 1.4k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

The sound of rain tapped off the window of your small apartment you and Frankie got together last year. You’d spent the better part of a month decorating it, getting the guys to come over from his unit to help rearrange the used furniture you’d bought at a second-hand store knowing it was better to just show up with it in the bed of your old beat-up truck than to ask Frankie if you could buy it. Not that he would have objected anyway. He loved you and seeing the way your face lit up when you found some rare, “one of a kind” antique made him fall in love with you even more. 

You curled up in the blankets wearing his sweatshirt, the smell almost gone after wearing it almost every night for the last six months. Frankie’s unit had been called out on another mission somewhere south of the border, you didn’t bother to ask. Sometimes it was better not to know, the scarce satellite calls only made you miss him more, and knowing where he was would only entice you to hop on a flight and join him - again. Being a journalist had its perks. 

You had joined him once when he told you he was in the same city you were doing a story in. The ass-chewing you got wasn’t nearly as bad as the fucking he gave you for breaking the rules. But not being able to walk straight the next day made it all worth it. God how you missed him.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of thunder, wishing he was there with you. You could almost hear him whispering your name, telling you “I’m here, my love…” 

As if you were able to pull him from memory, a click of the door pulled you out of a deep slumber, and in walked a very drenched, and very real Frankie. His bag dropped at his side when he saw your sleepy little head pop out from under the blankets, eyes barely registering what you were seeing. 

He kicks off his boots, walking towards you, one piece of clothing coming off at a time as he makes it to the bed almost completely naked. You smile up at him, eyes half-closed, and reach a hand out to touch him but miss, your tired arm falling just short of your mark.

“Hello my sleepy angel,” you hear him whisper as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple, “God, did I miss you.”

“Mmmm Frankie, baby, you’re home,” rolling over, you open the blankets which he willingly climbs right in. His warm body wraps around you, hands touching your soft skin beneath his sweatshirt, “Is this mine?” he asks, pulling at the fabric. 

“Mmmhm, I missed you,” you snuggle into his chest, planting soft kisses on the little dusting of hair in the center. You breathe in, smelling him for the first time again since he left. It’s one of the best things you’ve smelled in weeks, feeling like even though the smell had faded from the shirt, it has somehow come back to life in your arms. 

His mouth takes yours, soft and gentle kisses that turn more frantic with each breath. You could feel how much he missed you with each shared breath and you taste the rain on his lips as he parts them, feeling his tongue slip inside your mouth and explore yours. 

Eventually, he tips you on your back, laying you there gently as he hovers over you, and you moan quietly, his hands moving up under the old sweatshirt. You let him move his body against yours, his hips grinding against you as you feel him becoming painfully hard beneath his own boxers. You don’t know exactly how long you make out with him, but it’s long enough that your body has completely relaxed, opening for him completely. 

It’s only when your eyes start to close for a moment too long that you realize you’re painfully close to falling back asleep. “Fuck, Frankie baby, I need you so badly,” you whisper to him in the darkness, lifting your chin to break away from him, “but baby I can’t keep my eyes open… I’m falling asleep here.”

“Can I…” he hesitates, “can I just taste you then?” the words come out as a whisper against your jaw, despite knowing how badly he needs this you feel his cock throb against you at the idea. “Please, I just… it’s been so long, I just need you.”

You nod but warn him, “I might fall asleep… I don’t want you to be offended.” 

“Baby, you couldn’t offend me right now,” he laughs quietly. 

You feel him shift lower in the covers, his hands sliding down your body as he removes your panties. It takes you a moment before a loud sleepy moan escapes your lips at the feeling of his tongue plunging between your folds, lapping your cunt slowly and methodically. 

He spreads your legs for you, massaging your thighs as he sucks and licks, teasing and tasting you, strictly for pleasure. The feeling is undeniably one of the best you’ve ever felt, if only you weren’t half awake. 

“Frankie…. Baby, I-” you feel the familiar wave of pleasure tightening in your belly, “I’m… I’m gonna-” your words get lost around the moaning and sounds of his tongue driving deep into you. His fingers find their way to your center, probing you one at a time as he massages your walls with his thick finger. 

Your back arches as your cunt clenches around him, the feeling overwhelming you as your orgasm rips through your core. Legs tightening and shaking at the feeling while his tongue laps away at you, drinking every last bit of you. 

“Fu-fuck…” you whisper, your hands unclenching from the sheets and weaving into his hair. 

“That’s right baby, just like that,” the words tickle your skin as he crawls back up and moves behind you. His hands fumbled with the last of his own clothing, the fabric being slowly lowered behind you so you can feel his bare legs brushing against yours, the small hairs tickling the back of your legs. 

“Baby,” you feel his hands slide down over your ass, squeezing your plump flesh as he goes, “can I just slip inside, just for a minute?” 

If you’d been awake, you’d laugh at the fact that he’s even asking, but in your sleepy state, you just push your ass into his hips, grinding slightly against his cock. A moan escapes his own throat as his hands part your folds and he rubs his fingers in your slick moisture before rubbing himself with it. You feel his breath pick up, the warmth tickling the back of your neck as he lines himself up with your center and slips the head inside. 

His cock pulses against your flesh, his restraint is failing as he thrusts softly into you to fully sheath himself. The sound he makes comes out strangled, like a wounded animal. Then he starts moving, slowly and thoughtfully, to the point where it’s almost painful.

The speed picks up slightly, the sound of your skin together starting to echo from under the sheets. You feel his lips come to your shoulder as he plants a kiss softly on your skin. 

“Ba-baby… fuck, I can’t hold my-myself much longer,” he grunts into the crook of your neck, teeth sinking down as you let you a moan of your own. 

“Do what you need, I’m right here for you,” your hand reaches around and holds his hip as he pushes himself into you over and over again. 

“Fuck, that-” he thrusts harder, “god damn it why are you s’so perfect?”

His breath becomes ragged as his thrusting becomes harder, his hands snaking up the sweatshirt you wear to grab your breast. You feel his cock swell inside you, stretching you as he fills you completely. You can tell he’s on the verge of orgasm, his sounds becoming more wild and uncontrolled as he lets himself go. 

The waves of orgasm hit you all at once, your pussy clenching him for dear life as he pours himself deep inside you in short, deep thrusts. The fullness in your belly holds you in your orgasm, your tight hole becoming unbearably tight around him. 

“Fu-fuck,” he breathes into your hair, kissing you slightly as he pulls himself out. 

You don’t remember him getting out of bed or cleaning you up, but you barely register him crawling in behind you and wrapping you in his arms, pulling you close to his naked body and whispering, “this sweatshirt looks so damn good on you,” before both of you drift off to sleep together. 

[ktheist]

muses. familiar!cat-shifter!yoongi x witch!reader

83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk sometimes.”

x

“i thought witches don’t have friends.” yoongi scratches his arm, opening the fridge and checking out what little sustenance you have in it.

not much.

“and i thought familiars are supposed to indulge in their masters needs and wants,” hands on your hips you look at him with knitted brows and a pout.

but exactly five heartbeats later, you hear your phone buzzing and you’re hurrying to grab your bag, “i’ll be back!”

a second after the door closes shut, your head pops back in, the sulking pout now gone and in its place, the most brilliant smile and brightest twinkle in your eyes, “let’s have chicken for dinner! i left the money on the counter so you can order it and we can eat together.”

and then you’re gone.

min yoongi grumbles, eyes burning holes in the fifty dollar note lying on the white countertop.

‘did she think i’m broke or something?’

well, yoongi was quite literally homeless and living on tree branches in the deepest part of south korea’s reserves. but he was only living there because his last witch died from greed.

take over the world. become queen of every species on earth.

that sort of greed.

but you?

this 20-something year old pays - well, the humans like to call it tuition fee - to be a slave to an education that isn’t even beneficial to witches.

huh.

yoongi feels sorry for your bodiless ancestors who got burned at the stakes. if they had graves, they would be turning in them but they don’t because they took the risk to learn and practice witchcraft even if it was forbidden in their times.

now you’ve got all the reasons to learn - humans got so stupid that they stopped believing in anything besides logic - but you’re using him to predict what’s going to come out in your tests.

x

“ugh, my tailbone’s about to liquidize from having to sit in that exam hall for five freaking hours.” mina grumbles, stretching her arms over her head.

“okay, but why the fuck do we have to write a 10 page essay on why plato think our end goal is happiness?” soyeon’s scrunches her nose, as if physically cringing at the remembrance of it.

“isn’t that like, a statement? weren’t we supposed to talk about rousseau?” nayeon’s brows knit together in utter confusion.

“shit.” you’d expect soyeon to be cursing but it’s mina.

after a series of mina freaking out and the rest of you trying to calm her down by saying whatever possible answer they discussed could very well be wrong because nobody recalled hearing the professor mention who this rousseau scholar-guy.

except you.

and it wasn’t the professor who mentioned it.

it was the grumpy shapeshifting cat you’ve taken in who also happens to have futuristic premonitions.

almost as if they could hear your thoughts, soyeon turns to you, “we should’ve trusted ___’s instincts.”

technically, you were doing some reading on rousseau’s natural law theory when the girls sneaked up on you and scared your literal soul out of your body. they were surprised that you were even studying so you passingly mentioned having a strong, unquestionable feeling that he’s going to make an appearance in finals.

“you girls should’ve listened to me,” you cheekily proclaim, hands on your hips and chin tilted so high up, you can almost see the sun.

“oh great finals goddess, please tell us what you think will come out for criminal procedures,” mina gets on her knees without a care in the world and starts praying for you.

it wasn’t hard to stroke your ego and your friends know that better than anyone. so you tell them what they want to know on a pretense of ‘just predictions! don’t put all your eggs in one basket. i might be wrong!’

“yoongi, i’m home,” you singsong, swinging the door open only to have your shoulders sag at the lack of a certain black haired grump who would usually be sleeping on the couch and grumble for you to ‘shut up, i’m taking a nap.’

“huh, he’s not here.” you kick off your shoes and pad over to your room only to have your heart flutter at the sight of a cat snugly curled up in your bed.

“yoongi!” you squeal, dropping your bag and books on the floor before bounding over to the bed and gathering the slumbering feline in your arms.

the cat’s golden slits seem to appear on guard until they soften at the sight of you. he yawns widely as he stretches in your arms.

“i’m home, yoongi.” this time, your voice is barely above whisper, hand scratching his furry body as you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“you were right about rousseau and now my friends think i have some sixth sense,” you prattle on while the weight on your chest starts curling himself up - you have no strand of doubt that if you just looked down, the black feline will be snoring away as if he doesn’t have a single ounce of care for your story-telling.

not that yoongi’s ever showed an interest in your life besides the magic that you happen to bottle up and exploded the day he was walking around in seoul out of boredom.

you’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of ‘here’s your chicken’ and a ‘thanks’ before the door clicks shut.

“was that the chicken?” groggy but hungry, you march over the kitchen where yoongi - now in his human form - is taking out the boxes with your favorite swicy chicken restaurant symbol from the plastic bag.

“with the way you were snoring, i didn’t think i should order dinner at all,” he says nonchalantly.

“i-i don’t snore!” you almost scream, cheeks heating up.

“uh-huh,” there it is again, the nonchalant tone that almost drives you up the wall. then he turns to face you, index finger tapping the corner of his mouth, “you’ve got some drool there.”

almost as if possessed by a chaotic spirit, you trudge to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you in your haste. your reflection stares back at you with bed hair pointing everywhere and alarmed, round eyes as you wipe the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand only to notice nothing there. you repeat the motion once again and true enough, not a smidge of drool is present.

“that lying-!” you huff, marching back to the kitchen with one objective in mind.

“lying isn’t very nice, yoongi,” you say, barely putting a lid on the boiling anger.

“being too trustful isn’t very witch-like either.” he counters, a swicy chicken in hand and bright red sauce in the corner of his mouth.

“i curse you into a monkey!” you scream, index finger pointed in his direction.

but instead of the black haired familiar morphing and turning into the animal you cursed him into, he continues eating without even batting an eye.

“what- but-” you look at your hand and then back at him, “i cursed you!”

“you can’t curse your own familiar.” he finally says halfway into your quarter-ish life crisis, “now sit down and eat before your stomach starts grumbling too.”

you huff in bashful frustration. face too hot to even look at yoongi in eye but you’re too hungry to throw another fit.

believe it or not, this is just one of your routine in your daily life - him teasing you, completely nonchalantly and you getting worked up over it and end up making a fool out of yourself.

in a few hours, you’ll end up forgetting it ever happens and end up cuddling the cat that’s curled up on your pillow. you’ve just finished revising another topic of your next exam.

the next time you wake up, it’s to grown sized male snuggling into your chest, his arm slung over your back and your leg wedged between his. there’s not so much as a hair’s breadth between you.

“y-yoongi,” you stammer out, unable to think properly.

but when the aforementioned man simply groans and nuzzles his face in between your boobs, your cheeks hit up and your hand ends up swinging in the air before it hits its target.

his cheek.

now he sports a red handprint on his porcelain skin as he goes around, making coffee for himself while you diligently study at your desk. it’s some time in the afternoon that a furry ball leaps into your lap and kneads your thighs with his little paws before curling into a ball.

“aren’t you so cute?” your heart flutters at the adorable little fur ball, hand scratching the underside of his neck and giggling at how he’s purring in appreciation.

you end up dropping your apple pencil and shutting off your ipad. carrying the clingy furball in your arms, you plop down your bed.

“ugh, my back feels like it’s gonna crumble off like biscuit crumbs,” you lament, not caring if the sentence makes no sense.

but before you can think of any other sentence that makes no absolute sense, you feel the weight on your stomach shift, the furball you were caressing now turning into a lump of skull with actual human hair as it holds itself up and places its forehead on yours.

“how is it that you willingly take me to bed when i’m a cat and slap me in the face like i’m some pervert when i’m my human form?” this time, you know he’s teasing you because he’s smirking like he’s amused.

“it’s different because you were a cat!” you thank merlin that your voice comes out strong and certain.

“i’m still me no matter what form i take though,” his hand is warm on your thigh. his breath fans your skin, “still a man.”

“it’s different,” you know you sound meek compared to when you started out.

but your face is hot and your heart is palpitating inside your chest. all of a sudden you feel too shy to even look at him. so you cast your gaze to the side. relief floods your system when he lifts his head from yours. but it’s short-lived. teeth bite on the delicate skin of your neck. not enough to hurt but enough to incite a surprised yelp from you.

and a swing of your hand.

that’s how yoongi ends up with another red handprint on his other cheek. the first one is barely disappearing.

and you, with a hickey on your neck that you don’t know what to explain to your friends tomorrow when you meet them for the exam.

but one good thing comes out of it. after the slap, a rope materializes and wraps itself around yoongi. it’s pure magic and not even he can undo it.

“stop teasing me,” you start, sitting on the chair with your legs crossed.

“start treating me like i’m a man even in my cat form and i’ll consider that,” he counters.

at that, you lift an eyebrow, all of a sudden feeling a rush of confidence, “start acting like a man in your human form then.”

that’s when yoongi looks at you like you’ve challenged his essence. his existence.

“untie me and i’ll show you what a man is, master,” he challenges back.

it’s the word ‘master’ that gets your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“you have two heads but you’re using the useless one to interpret what ‘a man’ means?” eyebrows rising to the ceiling, you pretend to be surprised.

“you’re a witch but you don’t even know how to use a spell,” he shrugs, reverted to his nonchalant self.

and that’s what irks you the most. how he acts like it has nothing to do with him but rubs your lacking in your face.

“lay down.” you order and his body is sent flying backwards, barely missing the wall in his abrupt descent.

yoongi groans, gathering himself once again.

“see, i know you can’t go against my words,” you say, triumphant.

“how did you find out?” he strains his neck, trying to look at you now that he’s laying down.

“the way you always did what i asked and last night, you ordered the chicken anyway even though i was sleeping and i could’ve slept through the entire night.” those were suspicions - you only confirmed it when you gave him the direct order.

“fine, you win,” he announces, barely caring about the argument.

“good.” you nod, mentally willing the rope to untie itself. but nothing happens.

you try again.

and again.

and again.

“can i please be released?” yoongi finally says after one too many mental tries.

“uh, wait,” you push yourself off the chair and tread over to manually undo the knot that keeps the rope tightly wrapped around yoongi.

“you can’t do it with magic?” comes the million dollar question.

you sigh, dejected, “i think i need to be angry - or feel strongly about something to get my magic to work.”

that’s what happened when yoongi met you. overstressed and barely focusing on your surroundings, you ended up getting run over someone who was on a bike. everything just kept going wrong. you ended up bawling your eyes out on the sidewalk - the man who ran over you started panicking thinking he broke a bone.

“i’m cool now though.” you shrug, easily dismissing the dejection and whatever that upset you before.

the rope comes undone and yoongi shimmies himself out. but before you can do anything, his hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist and pulling you down until your knee digs into the mattress in between his legs, your faces too close. if he’d just tilt his head, his lips would easily brush yours.

“yoongi,” you warn but he shushes you.

“try getting the rope to move with magic,” he instructs, voice uncharacteristically soft and soothing.

you take a deep breath, eyes trained on the rope lying around him whilst trying to ignore the millimeter distance between your faces.

you move your index finger and the rope lifts itself up. you motion to the left with your finger and the rope gradually slithers through the air in the direction you’re pointing.

“it’s working,” you almost squeal, beaming.

and in your excitement, you seek yoongi’s gaze, only to see the rope crashing against the ground in your periphery.

“good,” a smile plays on his lips.

all of a sudden, you’re out of breath, the perpetrator also being the cause of the rush of blood to your face.

thanks.

the words doesn’t really get passed your lips because his feel feather-light but his fingertips on your cheek is calloused but grounding. that’s how you know this isn’t just some dream.

then he pulls all of you down. the sudden shift of motion illicit a gasp out of you. but the shock stricken state is short lived. you find yourself breathing in his musky woody scent.

he leans down, kissing the delicate spot on your neck that makes your heart wretch inside your chest.

“yoongi, maybe we should take it slow and practice some other time?” you suggest and he chuckles, the sound ringing in your ear like a blissful melody.

“i’m not doing this for a practice run,” he confesses ever so casually, “i took on the form of a cat because you told me about the one you have back home. but you got too familiar with it that you forgot about me.”

he licks your flesh like a cat would. it’s supposed to be an innocent, cat-like gesture but something about the way his male body is hovering over you makes the fibers in your system go on panic mode. you wish the bed would open up and swallow you whole but you’re not powerful enough for that.

yet.

“i’m upset,” he sulkily says and sinks his teeth into your skin.

x

the fading redness on his left cheek where you first slap him is rosier than ever after your third slap landing on that one.

“when are you gonna let me go?” his voice echoes in the silence.

you turn around to see the man sitting cross-legged on your bed with his hands on his sides, the rope tightly wrapped around him. after he bit you, the rope ended shooting up and around him, as if it had a mind of its own and sought to protect you by disabling your neck-biting familiar.

oh, you sport similar hickey on the other side of your neck now too.

“hmm,” you tilt your head in contemplation, “after my last exam?”

“that’s like, in a week,” he grunts, “how am i gonna bathe? and eat?”

“you have two heads, yoongi. figure it out.” you shrug and turn back to your books and ipad.

x

note. this was requested by an anonymous as part of my drabble game.

[floridabaiter]

Kiss Me Once and Kiss Me Twice and Kiss Me Once Again.

dnf, 3 kisses fic. oneshot. what it says on the tin. posted this on our ao3 yesterday so it is crossposted!! very sfw and very like. wholesome :] a bit ooc i think but it was written for comfort! uhhfuhghg <3333 them btw...

It isn’t direct. It’s whispered over late-night 14 hour calls, it’s the laughs that puff out of his chest even while he’s half-asleep, it’s the staying while he’s dreaming. So, no it’s not direct when “tell me you love me” meets George’s ears, it’s not a forgien intrusion and it certainly isn’t unwelcome. It’s a special sort of familiar, tucked away far into the back of George’s mind and in the depths of his heart. But, with that comes a few other concerns. Something pangs when the jokes go too far, cracking slowly at the facade he’s had for the past few years- but no, it wasn’t anything to be too concerned about. It wasn’t anything more than a friendly infatuation. An infatuation that takes you miles from home across the pond, an infatuation that leaves him standing in the Orlando airport- shuffling his way with some semblance of running from his travel-warn legs and sleep-warn brain and slipping into the tube with record times. Anxiously tapping his feet as he shuffles his way out of the crowded train, pushing past people scoffing at him. It’s an infatuation that takes you to the unknown, that you’d follow blindly through the dark and into the sunlight of the lit up baggage-claim. He sees him, and it is wonderful. And suddenly he’s spinning, completely forgotten is his carry-on draped to the floor and he’s being spun like a top before subsequently toppling to the ground. He looks warm. “You smell like airport.” Dream laughs. “Well, I’ve been waiting here since-” He checks his watch, “Four AM?” George rolls his eyes. “Should’ve come later, idiot.” He bites his lip to hide the smile. “I told you my flight got delayed.” “I thought it was a prank!” An elbow smacks Dream’s shoulder, “Use your brain next time, idiot.” Eyebrows wiggle above him. “Maybe I will.” George holds a hand to his face, “Oh my God.” He breathes heavy into his hand, “You’re even stupider in person.” “Prettier too.” George stays silent. Dream grins. - When they get home George is far too tired to carry in his things and Dream is far too polite to argue. George stalks his way up the steps, peeking around cautiously at the rooms. Sapnaps, empty because a visit with Karl. A guest room, and another bedroom across the hall that seemed to be decorated in a bit more of a childish manner. Glow-stars dawned the ceiling, lights lined the walls and the bed was draped in stuffed animals. George’s tired brain wracked slowly, dragging himself into and promptly falling asleep on the bed that just looked oh-so comfortable. - When George woke he felt the sun drape through the blinds over his face, shirt missing and pants replaced with too-big pajamas he wasn’t really too alarmed. And when the strong arms wrapped around him shifted, he froze for a brief moment before recognizing them. Dream had fallen asleep next to him. Willingly. Something turned in his stomach, blush shooting up his face. His friend was sleeping next to him. Also shirtless. His friend who he had obvious feelings for. He shifted a little, being sure not to wake him; pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek and then his forehead. Fuck, he was in deep wasn’t he? ---------- George woke up, left the bed and ignored it. He ignored it when he placed his head against the cool tile of the shower, water hitting his back. He ignored it when he made his way down into the kitchen- still shirtless, Dream having a blush across his face. He ignored it while they made small-talk over breakfast. Tension bubbled thick throughout the day, like he knew. - They watched TV on the couch together, George stretching his legs out on the couch and was draped out tucked into a hoodie that he’d put on. When his eyes drooped closed and he was almost sleeping, it was almost as if he imagined it; a kiss was placed on top of his hair. --------- He woke in the bed again, warm arms once again slung around him. It made his heart stop for a second; his face being pressed directly into his friend’s chest. George shuffled, Dream groaned low in his sleep. Mumbling something a bit incoherent under his breath about ‘5 more minutes’. There was no getting out of this without waking him up. - George let himself lay and think, snuggling a little closer for just a moment before promptly going still. A hand trailed up his back. “Morning Georgie.” He froze, acting like the name didn’t stir something in his gut. He pretended to be asleep. “No no, I know you’re awake.” The hushed voice brushed past his ear and his face was tipped up gently, “Wake up, c’mon.” George glanced down and bit his lip, eyes opening slowly. “There he is.” He tried to stifle the blush, “You going red?” He shook his head no. “Don’t lie to me George..” Dream let out a short breath, something akin to a laugh. “C’mon, say good morning idiot.” George rolled his eyes. “Good morning, idiot.” And that’s when Dream took George’s jaw in hand, lightly pressing their lips together. It was tender, George was frozen- shocked for a moment that he was being kissed, but it was tender. “I- I’m so sorry I probably totally misinterprete-” George kissed him again, soft and slow. A twinge of need, but passionate and loving and honestly not perfect at all. There were no sparks, nothing that made him feel ‘alive’ (perhaps because he’d been perpetually feeling that way for years) as he dragged himself up into Dream’s lap and straddled along his waist while a hand met his backside. Just a sense of comfort, something he knew was a long time coming. It didn’t feel new, it felt special. It felt like coming home. George pulled away. “Shut up idiot.” And then they kissed again.

[multifandhoem]

water.

Ok so remember when I said to celebrate 200 followers I would make small drabbles or imagines based on fluids that continue the story fluids? Wellllll I did that (i did one) but now I already have 300 followers!!! Thank you so much for your support (and you can request if you want :)) But anyways, here is water, i have thoughts about syrup but it will probably take a bit :)

A/N: this is the second part to fluids.  

Genre: smut (?) maybe fluff 

Warnings: usage of water enema, humiliation, reader cries, anal stuff, spanking, hints of anal sex but no real anal sex, swearing, dom!Makki, dom!Mattsun, sub!reader, some MxM

Word count: 1759 

When you felt yourself slowly drifting away you tried squinting your eyes harder, a desperate attempt to stay in the peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, your bladder decided now would be a good time to act up, so you knew there was no going back from here. Your best hope would be going to the bathroom now and trying to continue sleeping right afterwards. Very begrudgingly you shimmied yourself out of the blankets and the arms of the boys around you, to sleepily tap into the bathroom, the slight burn between your legs constantly reminding you of the events that had occurred the evening before.

“Morning, princess.” Issei’s voice was even deeper in the morning. “No. Wanna sleep.” You were already nestled back in his arms, ready to close your eyes again, stomach warming up at his chuckle. “Sure thing, baby. Hiro’s going to be out for a while more, anyways.”

You hummed in content at the feeling of him slightly scratching your head, encouraging him to continue.

“You sore?” You let out a huff that could be understood as an affirmation and luckily, he got it, chuckling smugly.

“Issei- no. I’m sore!” Apparently, he didn’t get it, as his hand moved down, to cup your core through the boxers they had to lend you in his big hand.

“I’m not doing anything, princess, don’t worry. Just holding. It’ll be better I promise.” Maybe it was your imagination, but the sting really seemed to lessen a bit under the heat of his fingers, and contently you drifted off in a light snooze.

When you woke up again, much more willingly this time, Issei had disappeared from your side, leaving you and Hiro in bed. The strawberry blonde was still passed out cold and not against a bit more time in bed, you snuggled up closer to him and shut your eyes again, once you felt the warmth of his body.

You were absently tracing soft patterns on Hiro’s chest, when you heard someone, presumably Issei, reentering the room and sighing at the picture presented to him.

“Hey, I made breakfast for you.”

The bed dipped and you slowly blinked up at him. “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.” Issei chuckled a bit, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning over you to Hiro, shaking him slightly. Said man grumbled and tried turning around, away from the disturbance but was hindered by you clinging onto his arm.

“What time is it?” He still sounded incredibly tired, his voice deeper than usual and very raspy. “Nearly noon,” Issei repeated and also pressed a kiss on Hiro’s shoulder.

“Morning, Hiro.” You giggled at his sleepy expression, heaving yourself on top of him to press small kisses to his chest. “Morning, princess. You alright?” He stretched a bit, grabbing Issei’s hand while doing so to pull him towards you two.

“Yeah. Issei made breakfast.” He hummed at your answer, eyes closed again, with Issei tucked under one arm. “Well, we should stand up then.”

Nobody moved, making you all chuckle. It really was something you could get used to. Something about laying in their arms made you feel so soft and safe and secure.

“I love laying here, but I really need to pee. Princess…” You got the hint and rolled down, so Hiro could stretch one last time, press a kiss to both yours and Issei’s lips, and then scurry off to the bathroom.

“Let’s go eat.” Issei nudged you with his nose, snaking his arms around you to pull you up with him. He really went all out with breakfast, different kinds of bread, cereal, and fruits adorning the table. “Do you want some coffee?” He was already standing at the machine, but you were quick to push him to the side. “I’ll make one myself. You already did so much! Just sit down.” He smiled at you and followed your command, soon being accompanied by Hiro.

“You never made breakfast like this for me,” the latter complained jokingly, throwing you a thankful smile when you placed a cup of coffee in front of him and Issei.

“You never took two dicks at the same time.” Issei threw him a cheeky grin, before starting breakfast by taking two pancakes of the stack in the middle of the table.

It was later when you were lounging in Hiro’s bed and his hand softly caressed your upper thigh, that you realized what you had done. The pizza last evening and the extensive breakfast today, paired with a cup of coffee. It was bad. It wasn’t like you never took a dump at their place before, but it felt weird, knowing that presumably later they would put something up your ass again.

“What do you wanna do today, hm?” Issei had tucked himself under your arm and now pressed a small kiss to your collarbone with his words. You stiffened up a bit at that, emitting a chuckle from them.

“Still sore?” Hiro’s hand moved a bit up on your thigh.

“No- I- It’s not that. Just... like, I had to poop like an hour after breakfast, I don’t want it to be dirty!” You were speaking faster towards the end, but according to the grins they sported, they still understood you.

“We gotta clean you then, don’t we?” Mattsun sat up, letting your arm fall down onto your stomach, while he went rummaging in Hiro’s closet. “Come on, princess, up to the bathroom.” Hiro pushed you slightly, animating you to move.

What were they planning? They weren’t going to clean you with their fingers, right? That would be weird, wouldn’t it?

“Well, princess, this is a water enema. You fill it with water, and you can press here, and then the water will come out and flow into your butt. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, but it’s not hurtful in any way.” Issei threw you a reassuring smile during his explanation when he entered the bathroom with the small toy.

“In the best case you move around a bit with the water inside you, so it coats everything, but then you can go sit on the toilet or like kneel in the bathtub or whatever you’re comfortable with and then, well, I guess you know what happens then.” He grinned at you at the last part. You couldn’t stop the heat that slowly coated your cheeks at the thought of being in such a humiliating position in front of them. And when Hiro took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, patting his lap, you could not withhold your whimper.

“Go on princess.” Issei pushed you in his direction but you had felt the air shifting. They weren’t just helping you anymore. You were sure that this whole process would bring in more than just cleanliness.

“Dirty girl. You need to be cleaned by us, don’t you?” Another slap echoed through the bathroom. You whimpered again.

“Shh, princess, you’re gonna be good for us, aren’t you?” You nodded helplessly, looking up at Issei, who held your cheeks squished in one hand. After the next slap Hiro’s hand-dipped between your cheeks, carefully prodding at your puckered hole.

You hated yourself and your kinks at that moment. Who were you, getting turned on in that moment, bent over Hiro’s lap, waiting for him to pump water into your ass.

Hiro slightly lubed up your hole, before slowly pushing the water enema in. You moaned at the new feeling of fullness. It wasn’t comparable with the fullness yesterday, with fingers or toys, but a different kind. You felt the slight push at your stomach, felt that there was something moving in your ass.

“Good girl.” The praises went straight to your core.

“Think she can take more?” With wide eyes, you stared at Issei, who only threw you a wicked grin in response.

“Hmm, a bit, sure.” Hiro hummed thoughtfully, filling the enema up again, to push it inside your asshole the second time.

After the second enema, you really felt full. Nearly bursting. The push of Hiro’s legs against your stomach did nothing to help the situation and with small whimpers you tried to get away, to ease the pressure.

He let you stand up on wobbly feet, and you tried to hurry towards the toilet, but a hand stopped you. “Nuh uh, princess. Remember when you said you liked humiliation?” They grinned at the way your eyes went even wider.

Issei pushed you back towards the bathtub, pressing against your stomach slightly. It was nearly painful holding everything in, especially when you moved to climb over the edge of the tub.

“Can you leave the room, please?” You knew the possibilities were small, but this was already embarrassing enough. You were kneeling in their bathtub, ass filled with water, while they were towering over you, smirking at your misery.

“I think I can see your stomach bulging out.” They ignored your request completely.

“Come on, princess. Aren’t you excited about the fun we will have afterwards? You will be so clean. You just have to let go.” Tears were prickling in your eyes.

You wanted to let go as Issei said, you really did. But something, one last ounce of pride was holding you back, was refusing to let you squirt out water from your ass in front of the two attractive males.

It was when Issei leaned down, to press against your stomach when you had to let loose with a cry. You felt the water flowing out of your ass, not daring to look. You didn’t want to know what it looked like, it would make everything even more humiliating.

The tears were by now falling freely down your face, while water kept spraying out of you, slightly coating your knees before disappearing into the drain.

“Such a good girl for us. Getting so clean. You did great, princess.” After the flow had stopped, they took the showerhead, spraying the remaining water around until everything was gone, cleaning your legs and ass as well.

“It’s time for a reward, don’t you think?” You were wrapped in a fluffy towel, pressed against Issei, who softly wiped your tears.

“What do you think about a dick in your ass?” Hiro caressed your sides, planting a small kiss on your head. You nodded, not trusting yourself to answer. You never had one of them in your ass. Wasn’t that the goal you wanted to achieve when you asked them for help?

“Yeah? You like that? Then let’s go, princess.”