#g low kitty

[atreldes]

“Forget a footnote or a chapter— I want the whole fucking history book!”

A moodboard for my @infamous-if mc Rorie Rose, she/her, lead singer of electronic/synth rock band rising//sinking.

[lalunanymph]

MASTER OF ME

SUMMARY sylus purchases a kitten hybrid from an auction and dotes on her very, very well.

WARNINGS kitten hybrid, pet play, collars, leash, nipple play, clit play, mirror sex, explicit smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, master kink, language, overuse of the kitten petname, riding, clawing, possessive behaviour, slight humiliation and degradation, sylus is soft for his kitten

DAWN SAYS couldn't stop thinking about sylus and his fave kitten hybrid ...,....,,,. so now you all have to suffer with me ,,,, inspired by this post

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

Your thighs burned with the effort to keep yourself upright, your vision going blurry from how heavenly his thick cock felt rutting against your gummy, slick walls.

"Mhm," you moaned, arching your back, the tinkling chime of your collar accompanying the sloppy symphony of your bodies meeting together in carnal bliss.

Sylus was brutal with his ministrations, one hand wrapped around the bubblegum pink leash clasped to your pink diamond-studded collar; the sight of his engraved name on the tag shining in the moonlight filling him with a sick surge of masculine pride.

"Come on, kitten," he goaded, leaning in to run his tongue under the line of your collar, making you shiver. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?"

The sound of your heavy breathing and his ragged grunts shattered the quiet of his bedroom air, the dark shades of his monochromatic lair absorbing the sins of both your ecstatic bodies; making you feel like he was claiming you right in the belly of the beast.

He pushed your head down into the mattress, leveraging on your supine position to dick you down harder. The slap slap slap of his balls hitting your ass resounded around the room, reminding you of how much you belonged to him.

Body, soul, mind.

Sylus Qin owned every inch of you.

He moved his lips to your ear, your tawny tips twitching at the sensation of his hot breath caressing the sensitive flaps.

"Please," tears thickened your voice, and you fisted the black silk sheets, holding onto them for dear life.

Despite being unable to see him, you heard the smirk in his tone when he deepened the angle, hitting a spot inside of you which made your knees buckle.

"Sweetie, I think you can do better than that."

The thick trunk of his arm wrapped around your neck, using it to hoist you up, and your resistless gaze landed on the mirror across the bed.

Intending to rub your humiliation in your face and remind you how helpless you were without him, Sylus pinched your cheeks together with his other hand, forcing you to watch the way his slick cock pounded into your willing pussy; stretching the muscles tightly around his thick, meaty girth.

The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot made you mewl, your claws catching in his arm around your neck. But, Sylus didn't mind the pain. Those wounds would heal anyway, and besides, he was much more focused on making his sweet little kittie cry.

"Be good and tell me—" he grunted, emphasizing each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Kitten?"

Once upon a time, that question would've made you bristle and sink your claws into the closest jugular; reminding of the conditions you were brought up in before you were purchased during an underground auction by the one and only elusive leader of Onychinus.

Shrouded in mystery and long regarded as an urban legend, the sight of his blood-red eyes and the smirk upon his pale lips made you shrink back in horror.

That was until he stroked your head and your ears, running his fingers down your back while murmuring in his low, soothing baritone that, "I am not going to hurt you, kitten."

Slowly, you began to warm up to him. The horrors you led as a hybrid stolen from a Linkon City lab faded into the recesses of your rare nightmares; your life as Sylus’s precious lap kitten the only one you recognized.

The sight of his large palm trailing down your body, straight to your core, made you clench down on him in anticipation.

Shit... Sylus choked down on a curse, fighting to retain his self-control.

He knew you could force a kitten to do what you want, but you could always entice her with a tempting treat.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" The caress of his warm breath against your neck tingled your skin, nipples puckering from the sensation.

Mhm... your teary moans gave way to sharp mewls when he started to rub your clit in tandem to his blunt mushroom cock head hitting your sweet spots.

"This pussy loves me so much... can you hear her purr?"

Sylus clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans so you were forced to listen to the wet sounds of your walls sucking him, spitting him out, drooling over his length.

Such a lewd display made you dizzy with lust, your claws stabbing harder into his arm, making him bleed.

"Oh, kitten. My helpless, sweet, little kitten..." He pressed his lips to your ear, letting you hear every filthy moan, every ragged, hitched gasp as he fucked deeper into you.

"I'm going to devour you, my sweet one. Tame you. Tease you. Until you finally admit you're mine."

Your whimpers were fuel for him to double down on his brutal pace, his fingers digging into your waist with a bruising force.

Sylus cursed under his breath when your walls tightened around him, the sight of your obvious submission reflected back from the gilded, black mirror; the sight alone edging you closer to the point of no return.

Like what you see, kitten? Do you love belonging to me?

The scent of your sweet musk burned his nose.

You were the sweetest sin melting on his tongue.

Sylus slid his fingers around the slippery little bud between your legs, the sloppy circles forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull; your thighs twitching and abdomen tensing.

The scent of your impending release tantalized the tip of his tongue, and with a cruel smile, he let you dance right towards the edge, encouraging you to cling to the lip of your first orgasm of the day.

"Master," your hitched gasp of his honorific drew a flame of possessive flame flickering in his chest. "I–I'm close... so close..."

Dropping his fingers down to his side and effectively leaving you hanging, Sylus ignored your paltry gasp of despair, snickering quietly as he slowed the roll of his hips. Intentionally denying your toe-curling orgasm.

"Master..."

Your puffy lips puckered into a pout, those pretty eyes shining with fustration.

In one smooth motion, Sylus slid out of you, the sensation of gaping emptiness where your cunt was once stuffed with him making you cry out, grinding your teeth.

Turning you onto your back with the cockiness of a man who controlled every aspect of your pleasure, Sylus’s crimson eyes burned with an intense, sadistic glee.

He shoved you down to the floor, onto your knees, and spread his toned thighs, beckoning you closer with a tug of your leash.

"You know how much I hate it when you deny me, kitten," the fall of his silvery locks across his face gave him a rougueish air. He grinned, jutting his chin at his stiff cock that was coated from base to tip in your arousal. "As punishment, I want you to pleasure me and think about how much you're denying me as much as I am denying you."

Your stubby tail twitched, and you sucked on your sharp teeth, debating if you should disobey him and pleasure yourself.

As if he anticipated what you might do, Sylus shot you a glare.

"I dare you to do anything funny, kitten. Defy me, and I will make sure to edge you for the remainder of this session with that 20-inch dildo you hate. Is that what you want?"

The loathing you had for that toy was enough to deter you from acting out, your ears drooping docilely.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Sylus exhaled a chuckle, his mood switching as he rubbed your ears affectionately. "I know my sweet girl will never disobey me. Isn't that right, kitten?"

Your answer was given in the form of your lips hovering over his weeping tip, your tongue darting out to lap at the treacly precum dribbling down his length in clear drops. The flavor of his musk and skin saturated your taste buds, making your insides clench down with unadulterated desire.

Sylus didn't have to ask you twice—his good kitten was trained to please him at the snap of his fingers.

Eagerly, your hot mouth swallowed him, bringing his cock to the back of your throat where the bitter taste of his cum nearly made you gag. But, Sylus clasped his hand around your neck, forcing you to keep him there; to not choke on and disappoint him.

Blinking your watery eyes, you moaned, the sound muffled from his thick length cutting blocking your airway, his fingers tightening around your throat.

"Mhm, mhm."

This blatant show of dominance and the slight degradation in his smug smile made you clench down hard on thin air; your hips shunting in circles as if seeking a cock to sink down on.

Your cheeks puffing, full of his cock, made something in his chest twinge.

Sylus didn't care for your claws sinking in his thighs, the stinging pinch blurring the lines of pleasure and pain in his mind.

The sight of your pretty lips stretched around his cock, tongue running over his thickset balls, sucking on the plump tip of his flushed and leaking head, was enough to make Sylus renounce any gods in favor of worshipping you for the rest of his life.

"Oh, kitten." Shaky fingers threaded through your hair, this blip in his composure boosting your cocky arrogance.

"Does it feel good, Master?" You mouthed around his cock, "Do you feel good?"

Sylus grunted, lost in the pleasure to notice you were mimicking his earlier teasing.

In one swift movement, your perception changed from staring up at him, to being on your back, face-to-face with his boastful smirk.

Sylus grabbed your wrists in one hand, showing off his strength by keeping them pinned above your head, while his other palm wrapped around your throat, tightening around your custom collar.

He didn't need to glance between your thighs to know his cock was breaching past your tight muscles; your thighs shuddering like an electric current was running through them.

"Master!"

You gasped; back arching, hips circling and nipples tightening. Holding him closer, you clung to him like a vine to a tree that was being rocked apart by a hurricane, unyielding in your dependency on him.

Rather than chastising you for your impertinence, Sylus responded in kind, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Pausing to take a moment, he kissed your ankles and shins, before sliding deeper into your warm and welcoming cunt, a groan of ecstasy falling from his parted mouth.

The raunchy squelching of your bodies meeting together in such erotic intimacy was second to your flow of moans, which grew pitchier and more heated the faster he began to thrust in-and-out of you.

Sylus removed his hand from around your throat to grab your thighs, holding you open. The sight of your pretty tits jiggling with every punishing thrust was the stuff of his lewd dreams, and unexpectedly, he bent his head close, tonguing your sensitive and pert nipples.

Fuck—you're so sensitive. He bit down on the turgid points, nibbling on them like a cat roughing around it's favorite toy.

But, he knew you could take the pain, take his punishments; you were always his perfect, pretty kitty.

Sylus trailed one hand to your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it in tandem to his punishing strokes.

"Say it, kitten."

Stars pressed behind your closed lids. Every line in your body was taut with the release you were fighting to hold back, waiting for his permission to let go of the tension he's been simmering in your body since an hour ago.

Sylus was nothing if not meticulous in his dark compulsions, expertly dragging out the ache to not give you what you want.

You're so close you can almost taste it, yes? He taunted you, tweaking your sensitive clit, enjoying how your body heaved and shook.

Sylus moved his fingers to your pointed nipples, twisting them with enough sadistic glee to bring tears to your eyes.

You yelped, "Master!" and he chuckled darkly, hooded crimson eyes locked on the sway of your hips struggling to fuck him back.

"Please." Syrupy. Desperate. "Please let me cum."

He chuckled throatily. "Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what I want to hear."

Your independent streak was no match for his tenacious desire to own every inch of you.

Giving up your willpower for a taste of his reward, you squeezed your eyes shut, thrashing your head from side to side as you choked out your admittance:

"You. I belong to you, Master Sylus."

The curve of his grin cutting through the thin skin of your throat belied his tender nuzzling.

Your entire confession sparking his desires to watch you come undone for him and him alone.

"Good girl," he drawled in his husky baritone, releasing your wrists so you could tangle your hands in his hair.

Drawing you impossibly closer, Sylus's large palms spanning around your waist tilted your lower body, forcing you to take every heavy thrust. Despite the brutal treatment, your pussy withstood the hard-driving surge of his hips; hearts in your eyes from his bruising ministrations.

Sweat dripped down your back, staining his ebony sheets, and you turned your blurry gaze to the ceiling, surprised to find a latest addition to his bedroom.

Sylus playfully nipped your jaw, sensing your distraction.

"Do you like it? Do you like this mirror I installed for us, kitten?"

Your breath lodged right in your throat, your burning eyes unable to tear away from the sinful sight unfurling before you.

The view of his broad back roped with stacks upon stacks of muscles undulating under your paws drew your awe. The red lines from your claws digging into his pale skin created a stark contrast to the bruises in the shape of his mouth littering your neck like sensual, possessive marks.

From this angle, you could plainly see him thrusting into you, the languid roll of his hips fucking you so obscenely filling your head with delirious delight.

You love this, baby? Fuck, I can feel you squeezing down on me so good.

His tongue traced a path from your neck to your jaw, ending at your lips as his final destination.

Sylus wanted this sensation of pleasure to last for days; where you could feel him every time you walked, sat or breathed.

Use me, baby. He nipped your lower lip. I'm all yours to be used.

Your feral instincts took over and you straddled his lap, hovering your wet pussy over his throbbing dick.

Your lover and Master arched a brow at your boldness, his hands slotting naturally onto your hips.

"So, is this how you want to play?"

He hissed, throwing his head back when you controlled the motions, sinking down on him inch by delicious inch. Sylus hadn't expected his dick to be so fucking sensitive.

Oh, fuck, you feel so good, his shaky exhalation boosted your pride.

Move, baby. I need you to move.

Sylus bucked his hips, fucking into you impatiently from below.

His eyes locked onto the ceiling mirror, taking in the sight of your sweet body sitting pretty on his dick, riding it like you only had one chance in your nine lives to make him proud.

Sylus grabbed your leash, using it to guide your rutting hips. He loved how you choked whenever he tugged on it too hard, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

Master...

He knew what you were going to say before you could even say it.

Of course, he did.

Sylus knew his kitten better than anyone else.

"Go ahead, darling. I want you to cum."

A twitch of your hips; your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Shit, I'm coming—he cursed, tightening his grip around your leash, forcing your head back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm blazed through him.

Sylus nudged you off his dick, using his hand to jerk himself off, groaning at the streaks of white decorating your belly. The last rope of warmth shoots from his spasming head, spurting onto your spent pussy.

Using one dextrous finger, he coated it in cum, swiping off the excess and bringing it to your lips.

"You're too good for me, sweetie," he hummed, eyes darkening when you lapped at his cum-coated finger obediently.

Nuzzling your face into his palm, you practically purred, draping yourself across his chest as you stretched your limbs, the deepset engraving on his name on your collar's pendant stirring his dark, possessive feelings further.

"I liked the little touch with the mirror," you murmured, turning your face slightly to catch the reflection of your slick and naked body atop of his.

Sylus tightened his arms around you, his laughter trailing off into a low growl.

"Anything for my sweet kitten."

His voice softened, tips of his fingers grazing your cheek. A silent I love you he wasn't ready to say just yet.

You might belong to him wholeheartedly, but in this moment, Sylus was as much yours as you were inexplicably his.

a/n: oh to be living a life as sylus's lap kitten, i need to be her STAT

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[romanovthinkver]

What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴

sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!

warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.

daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.

she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.

wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.

natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.

she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.

her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.

she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.

natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.

“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.

“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.

the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”

your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.

natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.

you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.

“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”

you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.

the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.

"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.

natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”

you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."

the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.

"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.

natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”

you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”

natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.

with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.

foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.

[tismtron]

I could ask for headcanons of the sixtuplets (osomatsu san) (separately), what their "make up" sex is like, and what the discussion they had was.

(sorry for My Bad English omgg)

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” … “Anything?”

Had fun with this one! Reader is g/n with afab anatomy warning for smeuuut

Osomatsu- took money from your wallet to bet on horses. You knew he stole from his brothers, but you’d never think he would ever steal from you.

——

You weee splayed out on the couch. Osomatsu’s head between your thighs as you count all the money he won from betting on horses with your money. His tongues lapped at your folds desperately as he gripped your thighs as a vice. He won back thrice the amount you originally had, but to teach him a lesson you make him watch as you pocket all the money in your pocket. He finds you clit and nurses on it like a thirsty man in the desert.

Karamatsu- serenading you in public. You thought the intention was good, but he knows how you were with being in the middle of the public eye. And him singing in a restaurant full of people anyway was not the best way of expressing his feelings for you.

——

Kara sat you on the kitchen counter with one leg over his shoulder as he fingers you slowly. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he sang apologies. His leather jacket over your shoulders and your arms perched over the back of his neck. He started hitting deeper and curling his fingers up to hit your core deliciously. He thumbed your clit to send you

Choromatsu-snapped at you like you were one of his brothers. You two were at your place and you got very comfortable with each other in your relationship. Maybe too comfortable.

——

You sat on his face while flicking through the shows on the tv. Choro tounge fucks you fast and wet. He tries to slide his hands to grope your ass before you swatted his fingers away. “No touching, this is a punishment.” You saw sternly as you shot a glare down his direction. “Yes ma’am.” His hot breath sent a shiver down your spine as he lapped up your cunt.

Ichimatsu- infestation. Cats were all over your apartment. And you don’t hate cats, but they were just everywhere. On the balcony, in the bathroom, even in the closets.

——

After he shooed out the cats from your house, he said he was sorry and that he would keep them outside. He nuzzled his face in your neck as you tried to stay mad until he bit at that certain spot he knows sends heat to your core. Sucking on your neck with his sharp teeth and licking and lapping the bite mark he left. His hot breath and low panting in the shell of your ear sent shivers up your spine. “You forgive me?” he asked. His voice gravelly as he makes eye contact with you as he laid on your chest. “Maybe..if you’ll be a good kitty.” Feeling his cock ache from where he sat on you made you excited to hear his apology.

Jyushimatsu-tract mud in the house. He was always outside doing something, which you admire, but today was a rainy day. Mud tracts from the front door all the way to your bedroom.

—

After he had thoroughly mopped your floors clean he quickly came to try to make you feel better. You agitatedly scrubbed the dishes while as he came behind you to hug you at your waist from behind. You stop and look over your shoulder to give him the cold shoulder to see him not smiling, but giving you this look you’ve never seen from him. Suddenly he picked you up and carried you on his shoulder. “Jyushi put me down!” Your yells fell on deaf ears as he carried you out the kitchen and into the bedroom. Safely dropping you on the bed and you look up at him.”What’s gotten into you?!” His smile still gone but eyes were Ernest as he crawled atop of you and reached for your hand to kiss your inner palm. “Let me make it up to you, My home run.” Your face flushed and eyes wide not expecting that from him, but not complaining either.

Todomatsu-ignoring you on a date. You’ve been left on heard by your mother but apparently your boyfriend had more sass than you thought.

—

His cock ached as you gushed and tightened around him. Cock warming him as you scrolled on your phone and ignored his please. His whimpers and groan were so loud you couldn’t even hear your phone. “Pleasee babe it wasn’t on purpose I swear!” He shuddered as he whimpered at the nape of your neck. “Oh what was that? Must have been the wind.” He groans at your mean demeanor as he begged you to move. His hands snaking around to ghost over your navel. You lift up suddenly catching him off guard as he loudly moans embarrassed at how he sounded so desperate, before you sat back down to reposition yourself. He winced thinking how it’s going to be a long night.

[cera-writes]

Requesting Nightcrawler with a mutant who prefers animals to people. They tolerate and later fall for Kurt because he treats everyone and everything around him with gentleness and genuine care.

A/N: thanks for requesting this! I think we can all agree Kurt is a huge lover of animals <3 Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader Tags: Introvert/extrovert friendship, developing feelings, mutual respect, empathy, animal communication, feeling like an outsider, found family

Kindred Spirits

The Danger Room hummed as it deactivated, the acrid tang of burnt wires filling the air. You sank against the deactivated training bot, massaging your temples. Another grueling session of hand-to-hand combat left you feeling drained. You weren't built for close-quarters fights. Your mutation, while interesting, wasn't exactly combat-oriented. You could converse with animals, understand their thoughts and emotions. A skill that, you often felt, was wasted in the X-Mansion's focus on battle.

A soft thud caught your attention. Nightcrawler perched on the bot beside you, his tail swishing gently. "Rough session?" he asked, his voice laced with concern that felt genuine, a rarity amongst the boisterous X-Men.

You shrugged, a low sigh escaping your lips. "It's not my forte." Truthfully, it wasn't just the fighting. You yearned for the quiet companionship of animals, a yearning your fellow X-Men didn't quite understand. They found solace in training, in the camaraderie of shared experiences. You craved the solitude of the woods, the gentle understanding of a curious deer or a wise old owl.

Nightcrawler tilted his head, his yellow eyes filled with empathy. "I understand," he said softly. "Sometimes, the chaos can be overwhelming. Even for someone who thrives on it."

You glanced at him, surprised. "You get it?"

"Of course," he chuckled, a sound like wind chimes. "Being different can sometimes make you feel like you don't belong. But that doesn't make you any less valuable."

His words struck a chord. You'd always felt like an outsider, more comfortable deciphering the chirps of sparrows than the banter of humans. Yet, there was Nightcrawler, a walking embodiment of "different," accepting you with open arms.

The following weeks saw an unexpected friendship blossom. You found yourself drawn to Nightcrawler's quiet gentleness. He wasn't just kind to people, but to everything around him. You watched him patiently soothe a scared kitty in a back alley, his voice a soothing murmur that calmed even the most agitated beast. He spoke to stray dogs on the city's streets, his words eliciting happy tail wags. You, the introvert, found yourself drawn out of your shell, enjoying the quiet conversations you shared with him, the gentle teasing tinged with a genuine respect that warmed your heart.

One afternoon at the park, you found him by the koi pond, his blue form a stark contrast to the vibrant fish. You approached hesitantly, your voice barely a whisper. "What are you doing?"

He looked up, a smile gracing his pointed features. "Just admiring the silence," he said, gesturing to the fish. "They have such a peaceful energy, don't they?"

You sat beside him, drawn to his peaceful aura. You confessed your introversion, your longing for the quiet companionship of animals. The words that usually felt awkward tumbled out easily, unburdened by judgment.

He listened intently, his expression filled with understanding. "Many find strength in crowds," he said softly, "but there's nothing wrong with finding solace in solitude. It's a different kind of strength, but strength nonetheless." He met your gaze with his warm yellow eyes. "And your ability to connect with animals," he continued, "that's a gift, Mein Freund. It shows a depth of empathy most people can only dream of."

His words filled you with a newfound sense of confidence. For the first time, you saw your introversion not as a weakness, but as a strength. And your connection with animals, a skill often scoffed at by others, was a gift.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pond, you leaned your head against his shoulder, a silent gesture of gratitude. He didn't need words. His smile, warm and genuine, spoke volumes. In that quiet moment, you realized you weren't alone. You had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood your need for solitude, someone who saw the beauty in your differences, someone who, just like you, possessed a heart that resonated with the quiet whispers of the natural world.

A wistful look crossed Nightcrawler's face as he spoke of his past. "Back at the circus," he said softly, "I used to spend hours with the animals. They never judged me for my appearance. We understood each other in a way most humans couldn't."

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. A silent understanding passed between you, a shared love for creatures who offered companionship without judgment. In that quiet moment, you realized you weren't alone. Not anymore.

[3hunnidstunt]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── W3LL D3S3RV3D ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who are terrible when it comes to apologizing for something they did. they know what to say but when it comes to the point of expressing it they lost it. they know how bad they hurt your feelings and that you hate them at this point on but they wanna make it right.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ men who spam your phone with messages and calls and voice messages begging and apologizing but you’ve blocked them. so they go to other social medias ( snap, insta, tiktok, twitter ) but they already block. their friends texted you to “ unblock him ” but no chance. they will go so far as to emailing you a whole paragraph of an apology but you denied it telling him that “ if you really mean it you’ll do it in person ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ truth is you adore this effort and it’s cute. but you wanna see him in person and hear his voice slur out these words that he’s typed. so he does. he pulls up to your house around midnight before you go to sleep. nonetheless you walk out your house/apartment in a pink hello kitty hoodie and grey biker shorts. your new wavy lace install in two braids, lashes done, and glossed lips. the moment you opened the door you can smell the weed he’s smoking and his low eyes.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you sit quietly, hands inside the pockets of the hoodie waiting for him to speak up. “ can you say some? you scaring me right now ma ” “ shouldn’t you be the one speaking if not i’m wasting my time ” you sigh moving towards the door ready to get out but he pulled you back. his words all glued to together as you stare in him in confusion.

“ imsorrymamatheshitididwasfuckedupandyoudeservesomeonethatwilltreatyoubetterthanthisbutimsorryiaintmeantodothattoyoupleaseforgiveme ”

‧₊˚✩彡‧ you made him repeat what he said and he took a deep breath leaning closer to you holding your hand in his. this time your biting your lip trying to not smile. you blame it on the way he’s staring at you. he’s all high and lost but he knows and you know what he’s saying — and he means it. “ hm i don’t know-“ “ c’monn stop playing with me, you know i am it…matter fact i’ll prove it ”

and he keeps his word. his seat a little leaned back while you on top of him. a creamy ring forms on his cock, from you and his previous orgasms. his tongue wrapping itself around a nipple while his hands spreading you ass bouncing you up and down feeling his tip hit your g spot. you tighten up on him making him moan as he continues to apologize. “ ride that dick baby - makin’ me feel so good. pussy so fuckin good ” his words begin to slur, his cock twitching and his abs flexing “ you gonna come again daddy, give it to me please oh my god ” you hold onto his arm as you chase both his and your own high. your pussy wetting/creaming on his as he plays with your clit. “ shit im finna cum, ride that shit baby ” you lean down nose bumping against his as you try to quiet down you moans with his lips. loud smacks and skin slaps and wet/creamy noises fill the car.

‧₊˚✩彡‧ eren, connie, ony, gojo, toji, draken, aki, + ur favs

[anim-ttrpgs]

Songs for Eureka Sessions: Investigation Scenes (low-stakes) or Meal Scenes

Masterpost of Eureka song lists & how to choose good music for any TTRPG session.

Douglas' Blues - Parasite Eve II

Out of Phase - Parasite Eve

Alone in Town - Silent Hill 2

Reasoning - Death Note

Something Stirring - Scooby-doo

Snooping Around - Scooby-doo

Another Mystery - Scooby-doo

Pandering - Scooby-doo

Arriving at the Scene - Scooby-doo

Grounds of Mystery - Scooby-doo

Puzzle 1 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 2 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 3 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 4 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 5 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 8 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 11 - Puzzle Agent

Freshly Squeezed - Twin Peaks

The Zombie - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Legacy of Terror - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Mr. R I N G - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Chopper - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Deep Cover - Hotline Miami

A Stray Child - Silent Hill 3

Whirling-In-Rags - Disco Elysium

The Stalkers - Dredge

Little Dark Age (instrumental) - Mgmt

Kitty Horrorshow - Tenement

The Process - The Big O

Nevermore - autoisolation

Into the Mist - autoisolation

Clues 08 - L.A. Noire

Clues 04 – L.A. Noire

Safe Room - Signalis

Ritual – Signalis

Intro – Death Note

Max: Panama – Max Payne 3

E5M3 – Sigil

Max Payne Theme – Max Payne

Cannot Hear – Monster

Dogtective - Louie Zong

Clues 01 – L.A. Noire

Clues 02 – L.A. Noire

Floor 6, Please – Atrium Carceri

Norwegian Horror Saga – Manet

End of Small Sanctuary – Silent Hill 3

Fear of the Dark – Silent Hill

Tears of – Silent Hill

Otherside – Silent Hill

Delirious and Devoured – Manet

Aucun Cave

The Obsession Begins Tomorrow - Shadowdream

Der Angler – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

The First Pain – Heroin and Your Veins

Secret – Somewhere off Jazz Street

Ulterior Motives – autoisolation

Lights Out – Cities Last Broadcast

Street Tattoo – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Constant Fear – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Nighthawks – Lowering

Vendredi Noir – Manet

Radio Silence – Joal Fausto & Illusion Orchestra

Sand in Lungs – Heroin and Your Veins

Intoxication – Heroin and Your Veins

Bad Luck – Heroin and Your Veins

Full Moon and Dry Humour – Heroin and Your Veins

Miles to Midnight – Atrium Cerceri, Cities Last Broadcast, and God Body Disconnect

Sorry Sir, You Are in the Wrong Room – Atrium Carceri

Daisuke – Hotline Miami

Hotline – Hotline Miami

Crystals – Hotline Miami

Electric Dreams – Perturbator

It’s Safe Now – Hotline Miami

Interlude – Hotline Miami 2

Rust – El Huervo

Ghost Town – Parasite Eve II

Gentle, Two – Kairo

Untitled 2 – The Green Kingdom

Sigh of Relief – Parasite Eve II

Rain of Brass Petals – Silent Hill 3

Morning Calm – Silent Hill 2

Rusty Lake Theme – Victor Butzelaar

Guided Meditation – Old Future Fox Gang

Sherry’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

A Cold Day in Hell – Max Payne

Ada’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

Tailing a Lead – L.A. Noire

Mona: The Professional – Max Payne 2

Address Unknown – Max Payne 2

Hourglass – The Guest

Omniverse – The Guest

The Marshalling Yard (Latter Half) – Resident Evil 2

Bless This Mess – West of Loathing: Reckonin’ at Gun Manor

[kittyl1z]

sub!gp!liz, dom!reader

little liz have always been loser coded. this time was no different. ever since she had met you she never got to touch herself. not because she's not allowed to or so, simply as she doesn't know how. because the only way she feels pleasure is with her girlfriend. she is the cutest baby asking you to touch her, all messy and whimpering, pouting and even crying about her underwear and pants being so uncomfortably tight around her dick. however she loves it. feeling so vulnerable around you. being your cute obedient kitty was everything to her.

liz was just sitting on the couch, comfortable clothes with her phone on hands, sitting there being adorable as she is, poor baby just got hard out of nowhere. the girl baking was about to get time to relax as she puts the cake in the oven. jiwon was mesmerized, having a cute talented most beautiful girl ever as her girlfriend was pure joy.

she couldn't help it, watching you being concentrated, glancing shamelessly at your body, top to bottom, she remembered all the times she got to be actually inside of you! filling you up with her dick, getting the most angelic moans of yours, the addictive kisses that only her got to taste whenever she wants... boy she was hard. her hand hold onto her pants, feeling nervous.

"hey baby, is everything alright?" you came by her side, stroking her hair. instinctively her hands went down to cover what was pretty obvious.

"baby...?" you asked in that voice that made her shiver. you knew what she was up to.

"mommy..." her hands reached out for you, you were smiling at her, cooing at your precious - now hot girlfriend. you held her hands, acting fool.

"yeah princess? what's the matter?"

"please..." you giggled. she was really something.

"please what?"

and jiwon was already in tears. suddenly she forgot all her words, just the growing feeling of her bulge being more and more hard. it was hurting as hell.

"can you touch me...?" she guided your hands to her dick, humping at the slightest contact as she whines. "please mommy... i-i... i don't know why it got like this... i was just looking... please"

her big eyes were tearing up and you could see her desperation. she was just too cute to mess up with her at the moment. or not.

"aw, poor angel, getting all hard just by watching her mommy. does that really likes you?"

slow caresses were traveling up and down her member. she didn't stopped the movements of her hips, pushing herself to feel -even a little bit- of your touch. you could feel the wet spot of her tip; which was so sensitive and pink. jiwon herself was sensitive, at the slightest contact she would whimper - even cry. jumping a little whenever you touch her, shivering and holding onto you. your hand stroke her with ease, she threw her head back and you could see her chest going up and down in a way to calm herself before moaning.

"look at that, my princess really like it when her mommy is touching her like this, huh?"

she bit her low lip, nodding and shutting her eyes.

"c-can you... can you be f-faster... please?"

little liz knows to always ask first! she was adorable, wasn't she?

"already, baby?"

but you didn't give in. at the moment you bought your hand to her tip, you moved your fingers left to right in it, liz lose her mind. her hands were holding to her sides, griping into her pants so hard. she wanted to touch you, she wanted to have you in her hands as well.

"a-agh... mommy that- that feels so g-good..."

"look at me, princess."

when your eyes met, liz really broke in tears, she always felt vulnerable but looking right into your eyes while you were stroking her dick so good like that was more of what she could handle.

"aw, my pretty baby. crying of how good mommy touches you. my princess must really like being like this, all by her mommy, mh?"

your hand was creamy and liz felt she was getting wetter and wetter just by listening to the sounds your hand was making, the precum liquid was slipping away so fast from your hand, it stick to it and wouldn't help liz to hold on and not cum. her tip was glowing in the most beautiful way, all red and swollen by the poor baby who was just needy for her girlfriend.

"you are all mine, aren't you baby?"

"h-hm... a-all yours!"

liz nodded, still making eye contact. tears were decorating her cheeks as she reached out her hand on top of yours, feeling like she was the one to be pumping her dick.

"mommy... i'm c-close... mgh, really.. close..."

her voice was fragil, she was practically coming undone in your hands and for a moment you had mercy. because she was the perfect doll right in front of you, whimpering and squirming of pleasure, the only way she knows; with you.

"c-can i..? p-please, can i...?"

her legs were shaking as she made effort not to hump in your fist and stay still to be the good girl she is.

"can you what?"

and still you were looking at her with pure love and adoration in your eyes, pretending not to know what were you doing to her and all the effects you caused on her. all teary with red cheeks for how hot her body was.

"cum, mommy- can i cum?"

you laughed at your cute girlfriend, finally giving in.

your hand began to increase the pace of its movements just like she wanted to. liz's hand hadn't moved since she placed it on top of yours and it made you melt thinking about how well behaved she was. in between whines and sobbs she told you how good you were making her feel. it took her no long to get to release in your hand, liquid all over you and her clothes. still sobbing she went to kiss you, feeling desperate to taste your lips as you didn't kiss her all along. accepting the kiss, you caressed her hair with your clean hand.

"t-thank you..."

she murmured, a pout on her lips and still crying, she was feeling so weak that she just wanted to lay down with you and cuddle.

[hyunsvngs]

One thing: Fem Skz x CUNNILINGUS, how would they react and who do you think squirts💦

~jassy

ohh YES

chan: she has a creamy pussy. neat curls on her mound, maybe in a landing strip or a little triangle. she likes you to lick over her clit and pump two fingers inside of her, curving them up into her g-spot until she moans nice and pretty for you through her orgasm. "that's it, baby, that's it- ah, ah, i'm cumming, don't stop!" ahh she so pretty. her thighs shake, her hands gripping the sheets, but she doesn't squirt - she's a creamer, through and through.

minho: likes to ride your face. her thighs grip your head tightly, her pubes trimmed and pussy pretty pink. she'll let you lick over her clit and dip your tongue between her folds over and over until she's just about to cum, and then she'll pull off, shoving two of her own fingers inside of herself to stimulate her g-spot until she's squirting into your mouth with a low, gravelly moan. "drink it. drink mommy's squirt, kitty cat, taste it all." she'll even make you lick her clean afterwards <3

changbin: ohhh the prettiest brown pussy with a lil bush... tie this bunny up so her tits are angled towards the ceiling, big and heavy and spilling down her sides. kiss down her tummy and eat this angel out slowly, delicately - make love to her pussy with your mouth. slow and easy is the way she likes it, even through her orgasm, creaming into your mouth and those delicious thighs shaking. "ah, binnie's cumming, mama, mama, your mouth- please, mama, i'm gonna cum!" she is so sweet

hyunjin: the sexiest. pussy waxed bare, her clit peeking out of her folds all pink and swollen when she's excited. she prefers more direct clit stimulation rather than fingers, so suck and lick over her clit, maybe brush your teeth against it if she's been a little naughty. her long legs will thrash, her toes curling - maybe bend her in half so you can suck her toes into your mouth while she plays with her tits, small and perky. "ah, that's- baby, that's filthy, you're filthy. fuck, eat my pussy, please." spit on her pussy and get it all messy and she'll squirt all over your face as a reward.

jisung: oh you guys know i love fem jisung. fuck her open with one of those huge bad dragon dildos and lick over her clit at the same time, nose buried in her bush while she thrashes and babbles for you. she's messy when she cums, tongue lolling out of her mouth with drool spilling out of it, squirt gushing from her pussy so hard you have to pull the dildo out. always announces she's coming as if you can't see it! "mama, mommy, mom- mommy, mommy, cumming, cumming, i can't hold it, i- 's so good, mama, please, please-"

felix: sweetest girl. prettiest sweetest girl. she loves to 69 with you!! her cropped mullet tickling your inner thighs as she moans into your pussy, bucking her waxed pink core into your mouth. finger her open with one, two, three fingers while you lick over her clit - shit, even get your whole fist in there, she loves being full. suckle on her clit and tell her she's a good baby, so sweet and delicious for you. she always tries to make you cum first, but poor baby is just too sensitive - "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum so fucking hard, i can't hold it, i can't!"

seungmin: even fem seungmin is mean. if you're licking her cunt out, she wants you to lick her asshole, too. pushes your head down and makes you eat her ass sometimes as a punishment if you've been naughty - you don't even get to taste her sweet core. she'll have you spitting all over her more private hole before she even considers letting you lick over her clit. "do you think you can make me cum like this? from licking my ass? hmm, you better try. you don't get to cum unless i do."

jeongin: prettiest pussy. imagining her with her hair styled like the skz family ep with the fringe! lithe thighs spread wide, her hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her head as she whines and bucks her hips into your mouth. she wants to ride your face in a different way - let her hold your head to her clit and buck up into your mouth. she'll be extra sweet to you if you're licking her cunt too - that shit eating grin on her face, eyes forming crescent moons as she praises you. "that's it, good girl, good fucking girl. eatin' it so well, baby." she'll even squirt in your mouth if you're extra good!!

[artdcnaldson]

before bed: thoughts for the sex lessons au circa summers at patricks pre-stanford: reader buying some cute sleepwear at some point, maybe with the boys, maybe for herself, maybe for the boys, but buying some anywhere. lacy little slips and silky shorts and one of those desperate housewives type satiny robes to lounge about in, nothing or maybe just underwear beneath it. the boys starting to get glimpses of lace or sheer stuff over the waistband of her normal, mildly mom jeans. seeing her go from sleeping in big tee-shirts and plaid pj pants and hello kitty pajamas to satiny sets in powder blue and baby pink - innocent colours, soft, sweet colours. but the sets feel so dirty: they match like lingerie should, they dont leave nearly enough to the imagination, they hang over and cling to curves they didn't even realise she had. and it drives them feral.

-kit (lights out!)

SOOOOOOOOO SO true

You meet up with them at night to watch a movie in their room and they see you walk in and just go all quiet. Because what happened to big tee shirts and shorts?? What happened to Christmas flannel pajama bottoms and your middle school gym sweatshirt?

And it’s not even that revealing, but it’s different, it’s more grown up, put together. And it’s silky soft. You’re sitting sandwiched between the two of them, and you don’t even have a bra beneath the thin silk. And they can definitely see the press of your nipples through the fabric and it drives them crazy.

ANOTHER bonus point— them absolutely salivating over a fucking g-string whale tail visible with your low rise jeans

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 31: Wake Up

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)

"...Five...

…Four...

…Three...

…Two...

…One...

Awaken!"

There was the sound of a snap, it seemed to echo off into the distance. A bright white light shone down from above. Although Sans could tell his eyes were closed, the harsh light still stung his sockets. He felt so confused … what happened? Did he finally pass out from the stress?

He shifted his bones, trying to get a grip on where he was or what was happening. His entire body felt stiff and heavy, all the way down to his toes. As if he had been in this position for hours. But … that just couldn't be, could it? His eyelids felt insanely heavy, like he was going to need every metaphoric muscle in his face to open them. The blinding white light wasn't helping.

He didn't want to force himself to open his eyes, he was certain that he was still in the empty white void with all of its evil inhabitants. He didn't want to face anymore horrors, didn't want to know who would be looming over him next. Suddenly there came a voice, it was deep and familiar. It spoke slowly and gently from right above him.

"That's it, S-1, open your eyes."

S-1 … there was only one monster in the whole world who knew him by that name.

Sans slowly opened his eyes. As to be expected, the light was blinding and painful. He fluttered his eyelids rapidly trying to get used to the overbearing glow. Against the light, he saw a shadowy figure leaning over him. He felt the remains of anxiety starting to build up in his chest, but was immediately relieved upon recognizing who the shape belonged to. As he adjusted to the light, the image of Gaster manifested before him. He never once thought that he would be so glad to see the old skeleton. But in that moment, he would have thrown himself into his father's arms if he had the physical strength for it.

"G…. Gas … ter?" His voice was weak, but surprisingly, not hoarse or strained in anyway.

“S-1, what do you remember?” Gaster’s tone was low and urgent, Sans could tell that he needed answers immediately, but honestly so did he.

He blinked several more times, allowing the light to slowly reveal the world around him. At first only small objects came into view, a coat rack, a desk equipped with medical tools, pictures of bizarre-looking x-rays on the walls. Gaster immediately noticed Sans’s tired eyes slowly scanning the room.

“S-1, do you know where you are right now?” he pressed on.

It took several minutes and a lot of readjusting of his concentration. But after some much-needed deep breathing, Sans was finally able to recognize his surroundings. He was back in Gaster’s True Lab, back in the Underground, he was home!

“I…. I’m … home?” He almost couldn’t say it. The relief was so immeasurable that he could almost feel tears welling up in his sockets.

“Well, of course you’re home, where else would you be?” Gaster asked, his voice sounding confused, but candid.

He turned to pick up his stethoscope before moving to Sans’s right. Confusion still plagued the exhausted skeleton’s mind. He had no idea how he ended up back in the Underground, or what had happened to all of the evil residents of LaughterLand. The last thing he could recall was being bound by the sticky web, watching as they all moved closer towards him and his brother. He drew in a sharp gasp as he suddenly remembered.

“Papyrus!”

He sat up way too quickly. The dizziness hitting him like a hard slap in the face that nearly sent him toppling over again. He groaned loudly as he forced himself to stay upright, but cradled his now throbbing skull into his hands.

“S-1, I’d advise you not to sit up so carelessly.” Gaster responded calmly. “You’ve been in a state of unconsciousness for the past six hours. Give your body time to recover.”

Sans’s sockets flew wide open, in an instant he was wide awake and aware. Although he was certain that he had heard his creator loud and clear, he still had to make absolutely sure.

“S… Six … hours?” His voice was stronger this time.

Although his tone and demeanor seemed calm, the inside of his mind was flooded with racing thoughts and questions. He was unconscious for the past six hours? But how? Was the stress of being endlessly tickled for so long enough to make him pass out for that long? But then, how did he end up here? Did Gaster find a way to save them? What day was it? How long was he gone for? More importantly, where was Papyrus?

“Please find a way to calm yourself S-1,” Gaster cautioned, pulling back his stethoscope. “P-2 is fine, he’s just coming out of it now.”

At the mention of his brother’s experiment name, Sans whipped himself to the right where Gaster was standing over an unconscious Papyrus. He was twitching and whimpering too softly to make anything out. His brow was covered with a thin layer of sweat and he seemed to be trying to will himself out of this strange trance he was in. But he was okay! Alive, breathing, and in one piece. Sans nearly collapsed again from the relief, but kept his shaky arms firm as he tried to get up from the metal table.

“Papyrus!”

As Sans nearly launched himself from his resting place, he felt his unsteady knees immediately buckle beneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor with a heavy grunt.

“S-1, please get ahold of yourself,” Gaster said firmly, his tone raising to one of irritation. “You could very well give yourself a Soul-Attack if you don’t slow your reactions.”

Completely ignoring his father’s warning, Sans scrambled back to his trembling feet, gripping the side of the metal table that held Papyrus. As he watched his brother starting to shift out of sleep, he noticed that Papyrus’s favorite scarf was wrapped around his neck again, looking as if it had never even been moved. He glanced down to see his left glove was back on his hand as well. Somehow both of his accessories had been returned to him without so much as a speck of dirt or a tear. How was it possible?

Sans experimentally moved his hand down his shirt. Expecting to find the tear where the Chortlewocky had completely ripped it in half, but there was no tear. He looked down to see for himself, but sure enough his shirt was completely whole again. Not only that, his blue jacket had returned to him as well. Nothing about this made any sense. He knew that the both of them had lost their favorite articles of clothing in the tussle with the Tickle Monster. But even if they somehow managed to get them back, it didn’t explain how Papyrus’s glove returned from the dark abyss, or how Sans’s shirt became one piece again.

"Awaken."

Sans was so caught up in his own confusing thoughts that he didn't realize that Gaster had just finished counting backwards.

"Mmmnhh … uffmnh .... uhhhh…."

Papyrus's muffled whimpering became louder and louder, although neither skeleton could make out what he was trying to say.

"Deep breaths, P-2," Gaster quietly instructed. "Just open your eyes for me." Papyrus began to tremble, seemingly trying to force himself awake. "That's it, nice and easy," Gaster compelled.

Suddenly, Papyrus's eye sockets flew wide open. For a moment, the entire room was silent. But just as quickly as the quiet began, it was abruptly cut off as Papyrus let out an ear-piercing scream.

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

This immediately prompted a scream from the older skeletons until the entire lab became an impromptu screaming match. Papyrus, now startled out of his mind, sat up too quickly. As a violent rush of dizziness overtook him, he tumbled off of the metal table and landed to the ground with a heavy crash, abruptly ending the screaming match.

"Owwwie…," Papyrus quietly moaned, reaching a hand up to rub at his tender skull.

"Pap!!"

Sans immediately rushed to his brother's side. He nearly tumbled over himself, still not having fully regained his balance. But thankfully, he didn't have very far to go before kneeling down next to Papyrus.

"Ohhh, my head." Papyrus sighed deeply, trying to shake himself awake as well as readjust to the light.

"It's okay, Pap. I'm here, we're safe," Sans soothed, gently placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"S…. Sans...?" With sockets still partially shut, Papyrus reached a trembling hand up to grasp at Sans's. Comforted to at least know that his big brother was there with him. "What … happened?"

"You just snapped out of a six-hour trance," Gaster explained calmly. "You need to slow down and relax, P-2. Your body needs time to readjust to the—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Backup a minute." Sans held up a hand to his creator, his mind trying to make sense of what he just said. "What do you mean, a … trance?"

"S-1, do you not recall why it is you were called here this afternoon?"

Gaster looked at his sons quizzically, studying their faces to take note of their reactions. Both brothers looked at him, then at each other. Everything was fuzzy, they were having a hard time remembering just when they had come down to the lab in the first place. All that filled their minds were the colorful memories of that place … Laughterland. The bright unnatural colors, the extraordinary creatures and plants. But most of all … the horrifying enemies that they left behind, and all the different ways they nearly tickled them to death.

"Fascinating…," Gaster mumbled as he scribbled something onto his clipboard. "Apparently, the lingering effects cause a temporary lapse in memory."

"Okay, look," Sans replied bluntly. "We appreciate you pulling us out of that … colorful world of tickling hell. But … how exactly did you find us?"

Gaster's expression shifted to one of utter confusion.

"Find you?" he repeated, sounding perplexed. "What are you talking about? You never left."

"Yes we did!" Papyrus answered loudly. "We were taken away to this … this AWFUL place where the monsters, the animals and … even the PLANTS tickled us past the brink of insanity!"

He couldn't help but shout. Fear increasing the pitch in his voice as he recalled the dreadful events that took place in that world. He became so excited that he began stumbling over his words as he spoke.

"And—And we tried so hard to get back home … but we kept falling into more and more traps! And—And there was this spider, and this—these Ghost Children—oh! And the cat! The CAT! He was the worst!"

Papyrus was beginning to sound less like he had just woken from a trance and more like an over-active child who had just gotten into too much sugar. Sans firmly placed both hands on his brother's shoulders in an effort to calm him down.

"Whoa! Easy, Pap, it's okay. You're okay." He tried not to raise his voice too loudly over Papyrus's, but he somehow managed to put a gentle stop to his brother's mad rambling. "We're safe now, bro. They're not gonna find us here."

Gaster's jaw dropped, the brothers looked up as they heard him draw in an astonished breath.

"You mean … S-1 … you've had the same visions as him?"

Sans shot Gaster a dumbfounded expression. What exactly did he mean by ‘visions’?

"Yes?" he questioned, unsure of how to properly respond.

Gaster immediately turned back to his desk to flip through a series of notes. He scrambled for a pen to frantically add to them.

"Amazing!" he gasped quietly. "Somehow, the hypnosis allowed the two of you to venture into the exact same dream! But just how? I have no idea, somehow the sound waves intermixed within the—"

"Wait!" Sans again silenced his father's scientific mumbling. As he put the pieces together, he suddenly felt a warm tingling of a blue blush appear on his cheeks. "Hypnosis…. You mean … all this time…."

A red-hot mixture of embarrassment, amazement, and rage flashed through his mind. He suddenly remembered it all. He and his brother were part of another one of Gaster's insane experiments. They never left the Underground, they never even left the lab! There was no Cheshire Cat, no sentient flowers or feather-vines, no Tickle Monster or Witch or Ghost Children. There was no LaughterLand.

"You mean you just had us under a trance??" Papyrus finally caught up to Sans's realization. "The entire time?!"

"Well I certainly didn't expect you to sleep for that long, P-2," Gaster responded frankly. "The initial experiment was to see if a simple hypnotic suggestion would heighten one's sensitivity in … certain aspects."

"Their TICKLISHNESS by chance?!" This time Sans spat the word out through gritted teeth, he no longer cared.

"Well … yes." Gaster shifted his glance away, seemingly embarrassed to admit it. He cleared his throat authoritatively. "Well, I mean, I wasn't going to subject you to an endless sensation of pain or discomfort. An increase of ticklishness was ultimately the more harmless option."

"HARMLESS?!" Papyrus shrieked, nearly falling over a second time as he slapped his hands to his skull.

"I tried countless remedies to try and wake the two of you up," Gaster continued on as if he had not heard his youngest scream at the top of his lungs. He fumbled through his notes trying to remember his many failed remedies. "Splashing you with cold water, dousing your nasal cavities with pepper. Shaking you, wrapping you up with tight sheets. Laughing gas, herbal aromas, light deprivation. I tried this strange concoction of caffeinated beverages. Nothing was working."

As Gaster recounted all of his missteps, the brothers were hit with flashback after flashback of every crazy misadventure that their dreamt up journey had taken them. From the flash flood, to the fairies' tickle dust. The crazy cloud-ride, the snakes' binding coils. The botched magic spell, the flower's poisonous pollen. The dark cave, Dropwart's disgusting potion. All of it seemingly triggered by Gaster's meddling with their subconscious.

The more Sans realized what the old skeleton had put him and his brother through, the more unbridled fury burned in his Soul. His old man seriously had no idea the amount of stress, panic and torture he had caused them both, and it infuriated him.

"Who knew that the simple act of counting backwards from ten was enough to snap a monster out of a six-hour trance?" he mumbled to himself. "You two certainly didn't make it easy. You somehow managed to conjure up bone constructs in your sleep — and teleport, of all things."

That's when Sans finally remembered. Stopping for a moment to feel the pulsations of his Soul, he realized that it was once again filled to the brim with magic. Experimentally, he summoned a small bone construct to appear at his fingertips. It manifested so easily. There was no strain or exhaustion, but instead an immediate warmth and satisfaction in his Soul. Feeling the magic replenishing itself again, just like it was always meant to.

His attention immediately went back to Gaster, the arrogant old skeleton still yammering on about the curiosities of his experiment. Still harboring a need for vengeance, Sans's eye began to glow as he summoned a large Blaster, pointing it right at his creator. Papyrus covered his mouth as he let out a squeaky gasp, prompting Gaster to turn around facing down the snout of Sans's weapon.

"Sans, what are you doing?" His tone was dry and deadpanned. He stared at Sans with a look of apathy.

"Do. You. Have. ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST PUT US THROUGH, OLD MAN?!"

Sans growled with a sense of rage that was beyond abnormal for his usual laid-back demeanor.

Rolling his eyes, Gaster placed a hand on the snout of the Blaster. It immediately vanished into thin air with an electrical shock that literally jolted Sans back to reality. Stunned by the sudden zap, Sans was blasted straight back onto his tailbone with a loud THUD!

"Oww!" He sat up rubbing the harsh tingles out of his hand.

"Sans! Are you okay?" Papyrus immediately got up to go comfort him. But was swiftly reminded of his unsteadiness, and slowed himself down once he got to his feet.

"You completely forgot that I constructed those powers for you, didn't you?" Gaster asked curtly. "They're called 'Gaster-Blasters', Sans, you might want to come up with a different way of letting off steam."

Sans glared bitterly up at Gaster, keeping his low and gravelly tone as he responded.

"You almost killed us back there, G." He calmed down enough to avoid shouting, but was still very much angry over all the trouble his father had caused. "We may have been asleep as far as you could tell, but that place was WAY too real to the both of us."

"Yeah." Papyrus nodded with a heavy sigh. "Honestly, I can't believe how much I remember. Usually my dreams are relatively blurry, but I feel like I could retell the events of this one perfectly."

"Really?!"

Suddenly, Gaster's entire face lit up with intrigue. He turned and practically leapt back towards his desk fumbling mindlessly for a notebook and pencil.

"Okay, just start from the beginning. Don't leave out any minor details, even the most insignificant ones." He practically leaned into Papyrus with his pencil steadily placed on the paper, ready for note-taking.

"Oh, come on, G!" Sans rubbed two fingers against the top of his nasal cavity sounding aggravated. "We just got out of this nightmare, nobody wants to talk about—"

"Well, when we got there, there was nothing but white," Papyrus jumped into the beginning of the story, seemingly not having heard Sans's complaint.

"Papyrus…," Sans grumbled.

"I mean, there was just white everywhere, white sky, white ground, everything!"

Papyrus continued as Gaster feverishly took down notes. Too tired to put up with it anymore, Sans grabbed ahold of Papyrus's scarf to begin dragging him out of the lab. Although clearly on their way out the door, Papyrus didn't stop retelling the story, not leaving out a single detail just as Gaster had requested, and never even pausing to realize that his brother was pulling him into the elevator.

Gaster followed them every step of the way, seemingly oblivious to what his older son was doing as he jotted down every word from Papyrus. The elevator ride seemed so much longer to Sans as he just stood there listening to his brother ramble on about the Ghost Children and the chase into the forest. By the time the elevator had taken them to the top floor, Papyrus was just beginning to describe the ferocity of a feather-vine. As Gaster followed them right to the door, Sans practically shoved his brother outside, cutting off his dramatic retelling. He faced Gaster down with the same deadpanned expression he had when he first entered the lab earlier that day.

"Well, G, what can I say?" He talked as if he were in a rush. "It's been … a nightmare. A literal living nightmare so … y'know, don't be in a hurry for the next 'family reunion' okay?"

"Wait!" Gaster held up a hand to stop Sans from closing the door. For a moment, Sans paused, giving his father one last chance to say a proper goodbye. "Could we…."

Gaster also hesitated. He wasn't one to truly speak about what he was feeling. But Sans could already tell that he was still anxious to know and understand what went on during this extraordinary trance. At the sight of his loss for words, Sans took in a breath.

"Look," he began. "Next week, okay?" he practically mumbled. As much as he didn't want to give Gaster any more of his time, he could tell how important this discovery was to him. Beyond that, there was a part of Sans that didn't want everything that he and his brother had gone through to be for nothing.

"No experiments, no tables or lab tools. You bring the coffee, I'll bring the ketchup. We'll sit down and tell you everything, okay?" Sans looked him in the eyes, making sure the old skeleton understood the terms to this agreement. There was a lightness in Gaster's face, as if Sans had just laid out everything he was hoping for.

"Alright." He nodded, allowing Sans to peacefully exit the lab. "Thank you, Sans."

He cleared his throat, returning once again to his professional monotone acknowledging his sons as they left. Sans gave a light scoff as he closed the door.

"Later, G," he mumbled.

He knew that was going to be the closest thing to an apology that either of them were going to get from him. Refusing to let it get to him, he and Papyrus headed back to the River Person to catch the first boat ride back to Snowdin.

For the majority of the trip, they were quiet. Besides letting the overall shock and disbelief of what had just happened to them sink in, they were content with just sitting there and absorbing the cool silence in overcoming such an ordeal. The soft mist whipping up from the water felt soothing on their faces, and the gentle splash of the waves was more than just comforting ambiance.

As they were less than a minute from home, Sans turned back to Papyrus. Somehow, his brother's face looked to be an odd mixture of relaxed and exhausted. He could only imagine that he looked the same way, if not worse. Their bodies had told them that they had been sleeping for most of the day, but their minds were insistent that they go home to recover some actual sleep. Papyrus turned to meet his brother's gaze, he gave him a sleepy smile as well as a deep sigh.

"What's on your mind, bro?" Sans asked gently.

"I just…." Papyrus shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe we were gone for only six hours."

"Yeah," Sans scoffed lightly. "Feels like we've been gone for a month."

Papyrus stifled a chuckle in reply. "What about you?" he offered. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking...." Sans stretched out his arms to rest behind his head. It felt good to stretch out without fear of someone going after his underarms. "...I'm thinking that I'm gonna need to 'ketchup' with Grillby for dinner tonight," he joked, though at this moment nothing sounded better to him than a fresh bottle of Grillby's delicious ketchup.

"Ugh, really, Sans? Grillby's?" Papyrus groaned, though he smiled to know that Sans was still his lazy old ketchup-loving self.

"Yeah," Sans sighed happily. "Heh, don't worry bro. I'll get one for the road." Papyrus shook his head as the boat came up to the snowy shore, somehow he doubted that Grillby was just going to let Sans walk away with a full ketchup bottle.

"Come again sometime, tra la la," trilled the voice of the River Person.

Sans and Papyrus stepped off the boat and into the crunchy snow. The chilly sight of Snowdin had never before looked so welcoming. Most of the town's residents had gone inside already, all except for the usuals who were known for hanging around Grillby's establishment in the later hours of the day.

"Heh, guess it's a little later than I thought…." Sans sighed deeply at the warm sight of his favorite eatery.

He turned to Papyrus. Both wore a weary but content smile, happy to finally be home and out of danger. Their own cozy little spot in the Underground, chilly and cramped, but home nonetheless.

"So do you wanna head home and heat up some spaghetti or—"

Papyrus bent down to wrap Sans up in a tight hug, abruptly cutting him off. At first the older skeleton was taken aback by the fast movement, but immediately returned the hug, wrapping his arms around his brother tightly.

"I know it wasn't real," Papyrus said quietly. "But it still means so much that … even in dream form … I can always count on you."

Sans smiled warmly. He felt a little foolish for already feeling the need to fight back tears, so he buried his face into his brother's scarf to try and blot them away before anyone could see. He hadn't forgotten all of the amazing things Papyrus had done for him in dream form either. He wished he had the words to tell him how proud he was of him, but exhaustion was fogging his mind. There almost wasn't a need anyways, Sans could tell just from the embrace alone that Papyrus understood.

"I love you, bro," he said quietly.

"I love you too, Sans," Papyrus replied.

He pulled away and wiped away a tear of his own. He couldn't help but chuckle with embarrassment as he noticed Sans staring at him.

"Heh heh! I-I don't know why I got so emotional back there, sorry," he admitted bashfully.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Sans replied. "A nightmare like that would upset anybody."

"Yeah just … don't tell Undyne I was crying over a nightmare, okay?" Papyrus, again, tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, eliciting an amused giggle from Sans.

"Oh, why not? Afraid she'll try to toughen you up with even more tickle attacks?" he teased.

"Sans!" Papyrus nearly shrieked. "Seriously, don't! I'll never hear the end of it!"

"Ohh, I don't knoooow," Sans taunted. "I think it'll be worth it just to tell her everything that you fought against in dreamland."

"No way!" Papyrus laughed despite himself.

"Oh yeah, I'm telling her alright!" Sans grinned as he shifted away from his brother trying to push him over. "I'll tell her about how you were caught by a bunch of giant flowers...."

"Sans quit it!" Papyrus leapt for Sans, trying to grab ahold of him to get him to stop talking.

"And about how you were caught by sparkly fairies…." Sans continued to playfully dance away from him. "And kissed to death by a bunch of fish...."

"Oh, that is SO IT!!"

Papyrus catapulted himself at Sans, they landed with a crash right into a big pile of snow. Papyrus pinned his brother down to the ground and began digging his fingers into his ribs.

"Take this, you big-mouth-brother!! Nyeh-heh-heh-heh!!"

"Aaaahahahahaha!! Pahahap nohohohohoho!! Papyrus!! Aagh!! Hahahaha!!" Sans laughed and flailed in the snow.

Papyrus gasped and immediately pulled back, allowing his brother to breathe. After several moments had passed, the two of them stared at each other in tense silence. They both could tell they were thinking the same thing. Was it too much, too soon? Were they actually traumatized by this bizarre nightmare that they shared. The guilty look on Papyrus's face made Sans's Soul sink. He didn't want Papyrus to feel bad for playing with him. He wasn't feeling scared or anxious or even powerless. In fact, it was safe to say that laughing because of playful brotherly tickle fights was all the therapy he needed to recover from this.

He gave Papyrus a reassuring smile. One that shifted his brother's expression to one of relief, then to happiness, then to mischief. Sans let out an impish growl as he dove for his brother, knocking him into the snow and tickling at his ribs.

"Nyaagh!! Ahahahaha!! Sahahahahans!! Heeheeheehee!!"

They wrestled around in the fluffy coolness. Practically taking turns pinning each other down to go after their worst spots. As they laughed and screamed like two rough-housing children in the snow, a deep euphoria washed over them. They missed the joy that this weird bonding activity had brought them. They missed the mirthful laughter that only the two of them could draw out of each other. But if this strange misadventure had taught them anything, it was that they had missed the trust that they had in each other. Not tickling each other for food, or for personal gain, or for anything harmful. Just doing it to hear the other one laughing, just to play and have fun with the other.

As the tickle fight came to an end, they laid breathlessly in the snow, taking in the peaceful silence. Sans brushed away another tear and chuckled.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," Papyrus laughed in reply. He got to his feet and reached out a hand to help Sans off the ground. "Come on," he said as he pulled him to his feet.

"Let's get you that ketchup."

[landofanimes]

CLAMP Exhibition (2024)

July 3 - September 23, 2024 in Tokyo

The biggest CLAMP exhibition to date, the event showcases the original artwork from 23 works made by the group of four women, from RG Veda to Card Captor Sakura: Clear Card (technically 22 but they're counting Legal Drug and Drug and Drop separetely).

Over the years CLAMP has published a variety of manga, including those for boys (shounen), girls (shoujo) and young men (seinen), depending on the magazine they were published. Appealing to readers of all ages, genders and countries, their work continues to captivate.

The exhibition will feature a total of 800 original manuscripts (200 in color, 600 black and white), divided in 7 areas: Color, Love, Adventure, Magic, Phrase, plus Imagination and Dream.

C for COLOR. CLAMP colors the world.

Displaying a total of 200 original colored pieces from all 23 works (100 for each half of the exhibition).

This area showcases the variety of artstyles, techniques and tools CLAMP used over the years on their different manga. Includes pieces with colored ink, Copic markers, acrylic gouache, pastels, and digital art.

Even when publishing 2 different works at the same time the group likes to vary their tools: RG Veda (1989-96) was colored with ink and airbrushes, while Tokyo Babylon (1990-93) was colored with screen tones. The artstyle also changed depending on the publisher.

2. L for LOVE. CLAMP draws the forms of love.

The artwork in this area are divided in 8 types of love seen throught CLAMP's manga.

"The love depicted by Clamp is not singular—there is a straightforward love towards a significant other, but it can also be a determination to protect loved ones, a thought character keeps in their hearts, or even the conflict itself." (from tokyoartbeat article)

3. A for ADVENTURE. CLAMP weaves the stories of adventure.

350 manuscripts from 6 action-packed manga series: RG Veda, Tokyo Babylon, X/1999, Magic Knight Rayearth, Cardcaptor Sakura, and Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE.

Includes a synopsis of each work and selected scenes to follow along parts of the story.

4. M for MAGIC. CLAMP casts its magic.

The fantasy, magic, and mysterious powers seen in CLAMP works are seen in the moving manga pannels projected in 3 large screens in this area.

5. P for Phrase. CLAMP spins the phrases.

The first room showcases 40 manuscripts from xxxHolic.

The second room focuses on the power of words spun by CLAMP, exhibiting quotes form their works on the walls. Visitors can also pull one phrase sticker from the Phrase Box from CLAMP and take it home, or stick it to a wall in the room. There are 120 different phrases to pull.

6. IMAGINATION

Timeline of 35 years of creative work, from 1989 to 2024, featuring manga volumes, magazine issues, and more.

An installation in the center of the room also features quotes from a new interview with the four women specially for this event.

This is also the only area which features CLAMP's work in other media, including various collaborations. There is a selection of color illustrations, rough design drafts, and other artworks from Soryuden: Super Dragon Brothers, CODE GEASS, BLOOD-C, HiGH＆LOW g-sword, Cardfight!! Vanguard, GIFT (picture book by Ice skater Yuzuru Hanyu), The Grimm Variations, and HELLO KITTY.

7. DREAM

The last area is solely to exhibit a new illustration featuring Ashura (RG Veda) and Sakura Kinomoto (Card Captor Sakura: Clear Card), representing CLAMP's beginnings and future through their first and latest work.

"Kuro" (Black) and "Shiro" (White) are also the names of the new artbooks titled COLOR, which compile the artworks seen in the exhibition. A deluxe edition will be released at a later date compiling both volumes in one.

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The audio guide during the exhibition is provided by Jun Fukuyama, who has played Kimihiro Watanuki in the anime series xxxHOLiC, Kobayashi Kotaro in ANGELIC LAYER, and Lelouch Lamperouge in Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion (CLAMP is responsible for character design in Code Geass) .

The place also features a store with a long list of products.

They also have the first volume of their various manga available to read, and a TV showcases the recently shared announcement video of the new anime project of Magic Knight Rayearth.

CLAMP Exhibition National Art Center in Roppongi, Tokyo First Half: Wednesday, July 3 - Monday, August 12 Second Half: Wednesday, August 14 - Monday, September 23

Sources:

Tokyo Art Beat

Fashion Press

Bijutsutecho (+)

Natalie Mu

Internet Museum

Official Clamp_ex Twitter

[cait-with-luv]

Little Leopard [3]

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard."

Header Credit: Me

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst(And I mean Angst), Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Mentions Of Eating Disorder, Body Dysmorphia (if you squint), Depression, Anxiety, PTSD

Word Count: 5.7k

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The adjustments were difficult. You just couldn’t comprehend the respect and care you were being given by these seven men. It had only been a week or two but it was so overwhelming. It felt too good to be true. It felt like if you turned a corner something bad would happen. That this was just a ruse to get you to trust them before it all went back to how you were used to. You didn’t mean to think so ill of them but you couldn’t help it, your relationship with humans from the beginning of your life had been nothing but torture. They knew that too which is why you were grateful for the patience and space they gave you, doing their absolute best to gain your trust and when they were to finally gain it, they would absolutely treasure it and do their absolute best to never break it.

You’ve never felt so much appreciation for seven humans ever. They never pushed you to tell them anything, never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable doing, and always made sure they weren’t pushing any of your boundaries. And at least one of them was always there with you if your anxiety got bad or if you have a nightmare. You were never left to deal with it on your own. Some days were better than others and today unfortunately wasn’t a good one. 

“Hey, Kitty, how are you doing? On a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being not very good and 10 being feeling great.” Taehyung says softly as he peers into the room you had now claimed and pouts seeing you curled up on the bed silently staring out the window. They had come up with a system best suited for you. They knew it was hard for you to express how you were feeling and communicate your emotions, you had gone years not being allowed to and you had years of trauma built up so they used scales to get an idea of how you were feeling and then they’d know where to go from there. Taehyung could already guess that today would be low from your body language. 

“Uhh, a-a four I g-guess? ‘M sorry…” You say guiltily slowly turning to face him, wincing slightly from your wounds that had yet to fully heal. A look of guilt and just sheer exhaustion written all over your face making him pout and shake his head, carefully coming over and kneeling beside you. 

“Hey be careful you’re still healing. It’s okay Kitten, you’re allowed to have bad days, it’s a part of healing mentally and physically, you have nothing to apologise for hm? Wanna tell me what’s making you feel like this today or are you not ready yet?” He asks politely, holding his hand out for you to take not wanting to give you any physical touch unless you wanted it which today you do, placing his hand on top of your head wanting pets, a rumble coming from your chest when he scratches behind your hybrid ear a small smile appearing on his face. You need something to ground yourself and their touch and scent were so soothing and welcoming that you knew it would help you today.

“Night terror. I think that’s w-why. I-I don’t wanna talk about that though i-is that okay?” You say timidly leaning into his touch more to relax. You always felt timid around them still, you couldn’t help it they were much bigger than you and their good looks definitely didn’t help. 

“Oh Kitty of course that’s okay, but just know you’re safe here, nothing will hurt you ever again okay? Now I have some ideas to get these bad thoughts away. Wait here I’ll be back!” He says with a smile before rushing away to do whatever he had planned. You carefully sit up and pout waiting for him to come back only to hear a knock on your door, Jimin peers in and gives you the smile that always makes your heart flutter.

“Hey Petal. Taehyungie told us it’s not a very good day for you today? It’s okay to have days like this, so he’s come up with an idea. Whenever you have bad days like this it’s going to be a day of self-care and love and a day where we will cheer you up how does that sound?” Jimin says sitting on the edge of the bed making you hum and nod at the thought. It definitely sounded like something you needed right now.

“Great I’m glad you like the sound of it, now will you come with me for the first part of your day?” He asks tilting his head at you and holding his hand out for you which you take, he carefully helps you up and guides you into the bathroom where Taehyung sat on the floor in front of the bathtub watching it fill up and turns and smiles at you. 

“Hey Kitten we thought a nice bath will help relax you first hm? Here we have these bath bombs they make your bath smell all nice and the water change colour, take a pick and we’ll put one in.” Taehyung smiles holding out a basket to you. You hesitate before taking it from him and looking down at them tilting your head as you look at them, your nose twitching from the overwhelming smells of all the bath bombs making you let out a little sneeze, they giggle and stare at you as you pick them up one by one and sniffing them until you find the one you like the best and hold it out to Taehyung.

“You have a sensitive nose like Jungkookie huh? This is his favourite scent too. Nice and subtle. Come here watch this.” Taehyung chuckles and holds the bath bomb above the water as you kneel beside him curiously, eyes widening in awe as he drops the ball into the bath full of water and it immediately begins to fizz. They both laugh at the shock and curiosity on your face as you watch it dissolve but it made their hearts feel heavy too. The thought that you never even got to experience the little things in life. That everything was new to you and a learning curve. They all sworn to themselves that you will get to experience only the best things in life even if it is just a bath bomb in water.

“It’s so pretty…” You murmur in awe watching the limpid water change to a shimmery purple, slowly placing your hand in the water and moving it around to watch the glistening water swirl and make patterns, letting out a noise of surprise when you touch the dissolving ball and it lightly tickles your had from the fizzing.

“Not as pretty as you Angel. Now come on let’s get you in the bath and I’ll give you nice head scrubs hm?” Jimin says gently, making your face flush and look away from him as he takes the hair tie out of your hair to let it cascade down your back.

“Jiminie gives the best head scrubs when it comes to washing hair.” Taehyung grins, standing up, ruffling Jimin’s hair making huff and nudge him before he smiles at you and nods in agreement as you murmur a small ‘okay’ before standing up and looking at them with hesitation wanting them to turn around so you could undress from your clothes without eyes on yours You didn’t want them to see you so exposed. You had so many scars too, you wanted to hide as much as possible.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’m leaving now, I have to plan the rest of your day out, Jiminie will turn around for you.” Taehyung coos before exiting the bathroom and Jimin turns his back to you. You quickly strip yourself from the clothes which were Jimin’s since you had yet to get your own and climb into the tub, sighing in contentment as the warm water relaxes your tense muscles, pulling your legs to your chest so you felt less exposed and shyly whisper out,

“Y-You can turn around now…”

Jimin gives you a reassuring grin before kneeling again in front of the bath and rolls his sleeves up and picks up the jug beside him and scoops up some of the water and places his other hand on the back of your neck to support it.

“Lean your head back for me petal and close your eyes so I can wet your hair. It’s okay I’ve got you, I’m not going to look anywhere you don’t want me to. Relax you’re safe.” He coos seeing the hesitation in your eyes. All you needed was a bit of encouragement, and reassurance that you were in a very safe environment. 

You slowly lean your head back and close your eyes, humming to yourself when the warm water is poured over your hair a small smile on your lips noticing how careful he was around your hybrid ears knowing they couldn’t get a lot of water in them otherwise you’d get an ear infection from the moisture in them. You jump feeling his fingers suddenly in your hair and begin to gently massage at your scalp to lather up the shampoo he had now put in your hair, hearing him chuckle as you begin to purr from the sensation. Ever since they began to give you affection you couldn’t get enough of it. After all, you had many years of no affection to catch up on. And they were more than willing to give you it whenever you liked.

“There we go, Angel. All done.” Jimin says making your eyes snap open as he pulls his hands away and begins to dry his hands on the towel, an amused grin on his face seeing the small pout on your lips. You had spaced out so quickly that you hadn’t even realised that he had washed out the shampoo and conditioned your hair. It startled you at the effect they all had on you. In such a short period of time, you had grown to enjoy their presence, the nicknames they had all given you, and their comforting scents and touches. You had never felt safer, but there was always a nagging voice in the back of your head to not be so trusting of them already, that they’ll turn against you once they have your trust. You couldn’t stop it so all you could do was try to ignore it but sometimes it was hard.

“Thank you, Jimin.” You say politely before looking at your arms and peering at your thighs, throat tightening at the sight of all your scars. They weren’t very noticeable usually but every time you bathed they were always more prominent and it made you feel ill. No matter how much you will recover mentally, you will always still have to live with the physical memories of them. You will never be able to forget that chapter of your story no matter how many more chapters you make. 

“Hey, Angel look at me not them. Talk to me about what’s going on in that pretty head of yours hm? Your thoughts are allowed to be out in the open here. You won’t be punished or anything like that. I’m here to listen and help get rid of those thoughts. We’re here to listen and get rid of them.” Jimin coos stroking your hair for comfort. You turn to look at him with tears in your eyes, your voice stuck in your throat making him pout and coo at you.

“T-They’re ugly. T-The s-scars. T-They make m-me ugly. I-I’ll never be able to get rid of them. Y-You all m-must think I-I’m disgusting. W-Why did you save m-me Jimin? I-I’m a lost cause. Y-You never should have found me that night.” You sniffle and he immediately shakes his head at you and cups your face in his hands and his thumbs wipe away the tears that slip down your cheeks. 

“Petal no, you’re perfect the way you are. So perfect. You may have scars but they make you who you are. These scars are your battle scars. They each may hold a dark story, yes but every single one shows everyone that you, my little leopard are a survivor. A warrior. A warrior is not built of ease but suffering, and this is why they chose to build themselves to ease suffering and I know that you are capable of doing so. You are the toughest person I know. Look at you, Angel! You’re showing that you’re willing to heal and find who you really are. You are doing so well and all of us could not be any more proud of you. You will overcome this. It’s not going to be an easy process, healing never is but remember you are not alone anymore Y/N. You have me, Taehyung, Jungkook, the hyungs. We are all here to hold your hand through this. With time all this will be a distant memory, you are anything but a lost cause. We saved you because we believe everyone deserves a second chance at life. Especially you Petal. We found you that that night because of fate. It wasn’t your time. We were meant to find you that night and I’m so glad we did because believe it or not you are the best thing to happen to us in a long time and I’ll be damned if we let this fucked up system fail you again.” He says seriously, his eyes not once breaking contact with yours, letting a smile fall on his face as you stare at him with adoration. No one has ever told you anything like that before. It warmed your heart. You meant something to someone. Not just one person but seven.

“T-That was really refreshing to hear. T-Thank you, Jiminie. I appreciate your words.” You sniffle leaning into his hands, squeaking as he places a kiss on your forehead making him laugh and throw his head back finding how shy you were adorable before pouting as you hide your face in your hands.

“Nooo,  Angel don’t hide your pretty face from me!”

“No! Stop it you’re making me all flustered you meanie!”

—

“There she is! Good morning Doll! For a minute there I thought Jimin had kept you all to himself! Here come eat breakfast, I made some chocolate chip pancakes for you!” Seokjin says excitedly as he plates you some up as you sit at the table and look around frowning when you only notice Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung at the table. After your bath Jimin had brushed your hair for you and dried it before plaiting it for you and leaving you to dress and come down when you were ready.

“Oh you must be wondering where the others are, they had to go to work, they’ll be back later tonight, so it’s just us today.” Jungkook smiles looking at his plate and bursting out laughing and before you know it so were Jimin and Taehyung. You look down confused at what they were laughing at, your head tilting to the side. What was this meant to be?

“Yeah, so that means you and I are stuck with these brats. Yah! What are you laughing at!” Seokjin exclaims as he sits down glaring at the boys who were almost falling off their chairs from laughing so much.

“What are these meant to be?! They look so horrified!” Jungkook cackles as Jin huffs and crosses his arms and pouts at the three youngests for teasing his attempt of pancake art. You let out a little giggle, covering your mouth as Jin looks at you with an even bigger pout.

“They’re meant to be leopards. The chocolate chips were meant to be like a leopard print but they melted too quickly…” He murmurs making them laugh even louder but you stare at them, your heart swelling at the small thing he did to cheer you up, the appreciation he shows to your animal counterpart. You felt so lucky to have these seven men in your life. Jimin may be right. Fate brought you guys together.

“Well, Seokjin I think they look great. I really appreciate it.” You say quietly, flushing as he grins at you and instinctively winks at you. It was a habit he had that you picked up on. He then looks back at the boys and glares at them again and points at them.

“Hey! See at least someone appreciates my efforts you brats! And buttercup please call me Jin, no need for formalities here. Now brats eat your food before I take them back and make you all eat cereal!” He threatens before beginning to eat his own pancakes. You smile watching them try to defend themselves and begin to eat your own, only managing to eat one and a half before feeling full. Breaking your old eating habits was a challenge but slowly and surely you were improving.

“Now that breakfast is finished, we were wondering if you would like some fresh air buttercup? You could use it and we definitely need to get you your own clothes, I’m sure you’d like to have your own right?” Seokjin asks and your eyes widen, feeling your heart race a little at the thought of going outside. You knew you had to eventually but it had not crossed your mind once. You were terrified. You had never really seen the outside world, always trapped in your cage in your masters or mistresses home and you were terrified that you’d see one of them. You remembered them all so clearly. It was hard not to when they had caused you so much suffering.

“W-What if I-I see my m-master? O-Or any of my old masters o-or mmistressesI-I’ve never r-really been outside…” You panic and Jin and Jungkook who sat beside you both grab your hands and rubbed reassuring circles on the skin to calm you down.

“Baby, you will not see any of them and even if you do, we will not them anywhere near you and we will come straight back home. They are not your masters and mistresses. You are safe now and we will protect you hm? The world is a big scary place I know, especially when you’ve never seen it but when you put that aside it has a beautiful side to it and we want you to see that sweet girl. We want you to finally be able to live not just survive. As soon as you feel like it’s too much we will be home straight away okay?” Jungkook reassures squeezing your hand for encouragement.

“You are safe with us Angel. We will not leave your side. We want to spoil our little leopard, we think it is very well deserved.” Jimin coos from across from you. You look at them all, their faces all serious meaning they meant every word. These men would not let anything happen to you and that was all you needed to hear.

“O-Okay but! N-No spoiling. You don’t need to do that. A few things is enough…”

“No promises on that one Kitten.”

—

“Woah…” You breathe out as you look around the mall they had brought you to, eyes wide in awe and curiosity as you take it all in. You had never seen anything like it. It was so enormous. It was all-natural light, the roof made out of glass, a shop everywhere you looked. You didn’t even know where to begin. You felt so small in this big world already.

“Are you okay so far buttercup? Take your time, I know this must all be a lot to take in.” Jin reassures rubbing your back as he watches your eyes dart all around the youngest three watching in amusement at your shock. It was adorable.

“I-I don’t know where to begin…t-there’s so many s-shops and…and I can’t really read.” You murmur almost ashamed that you couldn’t read. You felt so illiterate and out of place with them. They were all dressed well compared to you who wore Jimin’s clothes that just about fit you and the fact that you knew they were very intelligent men just made you feel ashamed despite knowing it’s not your fault that you couldn’t read. You were never allowed to.

“Hey that’s okay don’t worry baby, we’ll guide you and we’ll get you some books to start to learn how to read how does that sound? Namjoonie hyung will be more than happy to teach you.” Jungkook coos, slipping his hand into yours and begins to guide you into a shop.

“This shop is for clothes, hybrid ones. It just means they’re modified for your pretty tail so it’s not squashed and you can show it freely and proudly okay?” Jimin says and begins to look around excitedly. They all seemed more excited than you, already seeing clothes they wanted you to try on.

“Will you guys help me? I-I don’t know what I like yet…” You ask gingerly, playing with your fingers, looking at them all pleadingly. You had no idea what kind of style you liked or suited. You never got to pick your own clothes and never got to wear anything colourful or pretty. You were just given plain old rags.

“Of course, we’ll help you come on let’s look around and we’ll pick things out and you point at anything you like okay, doll?” Seokjin says tenderly, taking your hand and begins guiding you around the shop, the other three looking around to find you something you may like. After a while of picking things you like and the boys picking out clothes and even shoes for you, they ushered you into a changing room to try on the things you had finally chosen to try and hopefully buy. A few dresses, tops and pants had been a no from you when you tried them on, not liking how they looked on you despite the boys telling you how pretty you looked in them but understood. If it didn’t feel like you then they couldn’t make you get them. They wanted you to be confident in what you wore not get them just because they liked them. You had finally chosen what you wanted to get and what you didn’t and went to pay before hesitantly looking at them after paying and murmuring,

“A-Am I okay to go change into something you guys got me?”

“Of course, you can, sweet girl, if that makes you feel more comfortable, here take the bag so you can choose what you’d like to wear, come on we’ll wait right outside the changing room for you.” Jungkook coos before handing you the bag full of clothes and guiding you back to the changing rooms. Once you were in you quickly route through the bag and find the blue collared shirt Jungkook had picked out for you and the white plaited skirt you had picked and quickly change into them, smiling at yourself in the mirror and grabbing the white silk bandana headband Jimin had got you and put on your head, unplaiting your hair leaving it down and wavy and finally changing into the white sneakers and then stuffing the worn clothes into the bag before taking a deep breath and taking one final glance in the mirror, happy with the way you looked. For the first time in a long time, you felt pretty. You exit the changing room and the boys stare in awe at you. They had already thought you were pretty but seeing you in your own style and even having some confidence made them think you were even prettier and they didn’t even think it was possible. 

“You look so pretty, Angel! It definitely suits you!” Jimin giggles and the boys chorus in agreement with him making your cheeks flush and look down shyly, whispering a thank you to them.

“Here let me take that bag for you, Kitten, let’s go look in more shops! We can’t not spoil you now!” Taehyung says excitedly and begins to enthusiastically pull you out of the shop, ignoring your protests and whines, the others laughing as they follow. For the next hour or two you all entered so many shops, the boys no longer holding back on buying you things. If this is how life was going to be with them, then you didn’t want it any other way. They made you happy. Made you forget all about the terrible past you had.

“Okay we have one more shop to go to and then we’ll make our way home and I think tonight we should takeout. You have to try pizza buttercup.” Seokjin proclaims as you tilt your head in confusion. 

“What’s pizza?” You ask slightly confused and they gasp dramatically, holding a hand to their chests in fake hurt making you giggle as you walk into the next shop not realising where you were heading into.

“Only one of the best foods to ever exist! You’re gonna love it!” Jungkook exclaims before holding your hand and pouting seeing the frown on your face seeing the shop you were in. A hybrid shop. Where you could buy anything you needed for any type of hybrid. But that also meant a collar. You hated collars. You were always made to wear a shock one. One foot out of line and your old owners would electrocute you.

“Hey, we know, we don’t want to get you one either but if you want to come out with us again you have to wear one otherwise any hybrid control that may see you might think you aren’t ours. You do not have to wear this at home. This is just for your safety outside the house okay? We’ll even let you pick your own one.” Jimin reassures making you nod hesitantly and look at all the selections you had. You look at them all before one catches your eye, a soft baby blue collar, it looked silky and to you, it looked more like a necklace, it would definitely make you feel better if you thought of it like that.

“That one. It looks more like a necklace. I don’t want any of the others. T-They look like they hurt. My old one hurt me a lot.” You whisper timidly as you point at the one you like, the boys frowning at your confession. It was the first hint they had gotten to your past and they didn’t need to be a genius to know what collar you had and just the thought of you being made to wear a shock collar fumed them.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s okay, you will never have to wear anything like that again. If this is the one you want then you will get that one okay?” Jungkook says, scratching behind your ear making you purr and nod.

“Is there anything in here that you see that you may need?” Seokjin asks softly, watching as you look around and pause when you notice a familiar bottle your previous owners constantly held in front of you and had you take. You may not be able to read but you knew what it was. You had totally forgotten about them and you were unsure if you needed them but you decided to pick them up to show them to see if they needed you to get it, their eyes widen immediately and quickly shake their heads, Taehyung gently putting it back down and holding your hands in his as they circle you, frowning their hearts sinking at the thought of you being made to take these tablets. You were confused at their horror. Were you not supposed to take them?

“Doll, no, you can’t have those, they can cause serious harm to your body. They can send it all out of balance, you will not be taking these okay? Not in our household.” Jin says sternly but as softly as he could. He was raging. How long had you been on them?

“But…all my other owners made me take them s-so I thought I needed them. A-Are heat suppressants bad?” You ask worriedly and they look at you in shock. You thought it was normal but it wasn’t.

“Yes, Angel, they are. They have too many bad chemicals and side effects. They shouldn’t even be allowed to be bought. You have to come off these okay? It’s unnatural for you.” Jimin says rubbing your back, your cheeks flushing, you didn’t want to have a heat in front of them, you had been conditioned to believe they were embarrassing and disgusting.

“B-But i-it’s embarrassing. I-I don’t want you to see me in heat. T-They’re gross…” You whisper and Taehyung shakes his head at you with a frown on his face, his deep voice now dropping lower making you shudder as he speaks,

“Kitten. Heats are anything but embarrassing and gross. They are natural. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. We will never judge you for something that is completely natural for you and out of your control. It’s part of your animal counterpart you should embrace it. You’re in a safe environment to have them okay?”

You nod slowly and whisper an apology, feeling close to tears, you had made them angry. You could smell the anger coming off them and it intimidated you. You couldn’t bare seeing them angry, especially because you thought they were mad at you. But you couldn’t be anymore wrong. They were mad at how badly the hybrid protection system had failed you. Something they had dedicated their lives to, something they were trying to improve. They were mad at themselves for letting your torture and suffering go on for so long, completely under the radar. They were mad at the people who had caused you so much trauma and pain. They were never gonna allow it to happen again.

“Why are you apologizing Buttercup? You don’t need to apologize for anything, it’s not your fault. It’s those horrible people’s fault. We are not mad at you, we’re mad at them. I have to ask this Y/N but…when was your last heat?” Jin asks worriedly, his doctor instincts kicking in.

“I-I don’t know…I was made to have the pills everyday, there was one time where I wasn’t given them for a week cause I had been left alone all week so no one gave me any so I ended up having one but that might of been about…three maybe four years ago…” You admit and Jin’ heart sinks. That was too long. He had to check your health properly. To make sure that you were really okay.

“Okay doll, I might have to do a health check on you tomorrow, just to make sure you’re alright but for now, let’s buy this collar and go home okay?” Jin says taking your hand as you nod hesitantly and begin to walk to the cashier. You were so relieved to have people who really care about your wellbeing and just you as a person. They didn’t view as a pet,or an animal. They saw you as a human. A person with feelings and a life. 

—

You had gotten home a few hours ago and had ordered pizza for dinner and to say the least, Jungkook was right. It was one of the best things you had ever eaten. You all were now sat in the living room watching a film, waiting for the three men who had to work to come home. Your ears twitch when you hear the car pull up in the driveway and you then hear the three mens voices getting closer to the house, your tail beginning to sway side to side, happy to be able to see them again. 

“We’re home!” Namjoon calls out, walking into the living room, Hoseok and Yoongi behind him, all three of them smiling when they see us all curled up on the sofas, the five of us peering up to them with a smile back.

“Hi loves, did you have a good day at work?” Seokjin smiles watching as they sit down and sigh in relief to finally be home, a purr leaving your lips as Hoseok rubs the tip of your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

“It was alright, rushed off our feet today. I see that little cub has gotten a pretty new outfit, wanna show us properly? Give us a twirl.” Yoongi grins watching as you blush and stand up before spinning around timidly, Yoongi and Namjoon chuckling at how shy you were and Hoseok cooing, a bright smile on his face despite being so tired.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty hyungs? Kitten was having a bad day today so we had a self care day today and took her out for the first time to spoil her. We’re so proud of her for being able to go out and see the city.” Taehyung praises as you sit down again and try and cover your face in embarrassment.

“She’s the prettiest girl I know. I’m sorry to hear you were having a bad day princess, I hope you feel much better now, I’m proud of you for going outside I know that must have been a big step for you but just know next time, it’s our turn to treat you okay?” Namjoon smiles as you whine and shake your head. You already felt like you had so much, you couldn’t possibly need anymore. 

“The more you deny us to treat you,sweetpea, the more we’re gonna get you. You deserve all the best things in life.” Hoseok teases making you huff knowing you weren’t going to win the fight. They enjoyed watching your personality slowly come to light. They knew when you were finally past this hard time, you’d be the brightest and sassiest person. 

“Hey doll, why don’t you go shower and get some of your new pyjamas on and then we’ll all watch another movie before bed?” Seokjin suggests, kissing your head as you agree before making your way upstairs. They wait silently until they hear the shower running, looking at each other before all at once, they say,

“We need to talk.”

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So sorry for the wait! My internet decided to turn off so I had to wait for it to come back on! But here is part 3! Sorry if it's boring and if there is anything I missed whilst editing please do let me know! Anyway hope you enjoyed and I hope to have part 4 up as soon as I am able to!

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[kaimeioneclipse]

Paybacks a Wednesday (Part I)

Pairing: Wednesday x Male Reader

Summary: You wake up in your room battered and bruised from being ambushed in town. Wednesday finds out who did it and its going to get revenge. You don't hurt what belongs to Wednesday

WordCount: 1.5k words

WARNINGS: Violence, Blood, Ambush,

It's late afternoon and classes have already ended. Y/N is laying in Their bed in their large single dorm room, currently wearing bandages on their cheek, forehead, torso and hands. Then he hears some loud footsteps down the hallway.

"Oh lord..." He thinks to himself. You know who is exactly coming through that door.

Then bang! The dorm room swings open and who do they see? Their lovely raven of a girlfriend Wednesday Addams with her roommate Enid Sinclair and Thing following right behind her.

"Hey Guys...how's it going...?" Y/N says in a pained voice as he does his best to sit up..

"O M G...Y/N! When we heard we didn't think it was this bad.." says Enid holding a black bag to her chest.

Wednesday stomps straight to Y/N's bedside and sits on the edge of the bed. She grabs his face checks and his head and feels for anything broken then checks his torso. She hasn't said a word yet but after her examination, she sighs of relief.

"Enid...bag" Wednesday instructs she moves over to the other side of the bed and buts the black bag down. Thing hops off of Enid's shoulder and starts tapping and climbing on the bag instructing Wednesday that he is ready to help.

"Who did this to you?" She says as begins to take the bandages off Y/N face. "Thing grab the antiseptic, a cotton ball, the ointment and fresh bandages"

Thing does a thumbs up and hops in the bag bringing out everything she asked for.

"Its not that bad....I....Just fell down some stairs" Y/N say to her trying to stay strong

"Y/N stairs dont do that to you Y/N" says Enid with a worried look on her face.

"Are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to keep lying to me?" said Wednesday as her cold half-dead face looked at Y/N but for some reason, it was even colder than normal. She was your girlfriend and you can't lie to her.

Y/N let out a sigh,"It was some of the normie kids while I was going out shopping. I went to the Weathervane to get us some coffee and some pastries then they caught me outside on my way back to Nevermore. " he says as Wednesday removes his bandages revealing wounds and scars on his skin. "Being called an outcast doesn't hurt as much cause that's what we are but being called a *****....that kinda hurt" Wednesday reaches for the antiseptic and a cotton ball and pours a bit of antiseptic on it. She takes the cotton ball and lightly puts it over the wound on his forehead. He wince a bit in pain but it goes away after a moment.

"To think people would stoop so low to attack you in broad daylight. I just....Raaah" says Enid as her claws come out. Enid has cared for Y/N and Wednesday and has always been a fantastic friend to help him with his girlfriend. Even before Y/N started dating Wednesday she knew the two of them would be perfect.

"Enid calm down....Also your claws are showing." Enid looked down "Oops..u-uh" she stuttered and her nails became shorter. "Kitty claws come out sometimes" Enid chuckled nervously

Wednesday continued to care for Y/N's wounds. Thing walked up to to Y/N and began to pat on the bed asking if he was ok.

"Dont worry Thing, it will take more than just a couple punches and kicks to take me down" Y/N says confidently. Thing does a few gestures meaning that you were a strong man and brave. "Appreciate it Thing" They fist bump with a few other moves. Thing has always been a good guide in helping Y/N understand Wednesday and her subtle quirks that can be translated as emotions. Like when she stomps harder than usual she is mad, When she stares in a direction and doesn't blink for more than 16 seconds she's mad, and so on and so on.

Wednesday grabs an ointment that Thing took out. The Ointment was in a steel tin and doesn't look to be store-bought. Wednesday opens the tin to see a cream-like substance but has a foul smell. Y/N takes a whiff "Ugh what is that?" he says with a disgusted tone.

"Its an ointment that my grandmother created. It has aloe and some other herbs" Wednesday explained as she dipped two fingers in the substance.

Enid was making a disgusted face due to the smell. "Ugh I cant do this anymore. Im going to go get Y/N some food. Come On Thing" she said. Thing didn't hesitate and hopped onto Enid's shoulder. "We be back soon" she said as he left the two in the room.

As Wednesday was about to apply the ointment to Y/N head wound. She had a flash and then found herself at the Weathervane.

She sees Y/N walk into the Coffee shop and orders a couple drinks and food. Seems like he was happy and having a fantastic day. Y/N took out his phone and smiled at his lock screen which was Wednesday with her signature scowl reading a book by a dead tree. Y/N's order was up he grabbed the items he purchased. But Wednesday felt a bit happy that Y/N loved her, but something wasn't right, she looked around the Weathervane from booth to booth to see if anyone was plotting. She looked by the window and saw some boys dressed up in football varsity jackets. Wednesday couldn't hear what they were saying but they were pointing at Y/N. When Y/N turned around they went around the corner and waited for him to come out.

Y/N opened the door and walked down the street heading back to Nevermore but the boys came out the said and tailed him from a distance. After a few minutes, they made it to a street where there was no one on. This street leads out of the town and is usually where the Nevermore kids would call an uber up to the school. But Y/N never had a chance.

Fast like a lightning bolt, Y/N was hit with a rock straight to his head. He dropped all the items he had and fell to the ground on his knees. He held his head and looked down at his hands to see blood. Wednesday gasped seeing the sight. Then the boys showed up "Well looked who it is, another Nevermore Freak. Why do you guys keep showing up here? We know what you are! And you are ******" He said as his spit on Y/N. Y/N was so disoriented "Guys, come on we don't have to resort to this," he says as he raises up his hands. One of the boys takes a bat and smacks his hand with it. Y/N yells in pain, their hand was smashed from the blow. "Dont act like you are normal! YOU ARE A MONSTER!.....I don't know why I'm even talking to this trash.......Get him" The boys began to kick and punch and beat on Y/N.

Wednesday watched in horror and anger she wanted to make them pay. She looked at Y/N looking to reach for his phone that wasn't too far from the dropped coffee and pastries. All Y/N could see is Wednesday's face on the screen. Then a voice yelled down the street Wednesday turned around and saw Xavier running down the street. "GET AWAY FROM HIM" he yelled.

"Dustin we gotta go" one of the boys said "Say away from our town freak or I'm gonna finish the job." the other said as they ran.

"Hey Y/N, stay with me....hey...." as Xavier's voice started to fade out and Wednesday found herself back in the room with a wounded Y/N

"Hey Wednesday.... you ok?" Y/N asked

Wednesday was looking at Y/N and let a tear fall down her face. She wiped her tear with a free hand and rubbed the rest of the ointment on her finger on Y/N's forehead wound where the rock hit.

"Put the rest of that on you and get some rest" Wednesday said as she began to pack her things up but left some bandages for him.

"Where are you going?" Y/N asked

"I left some things that i need to collect from class. " She replied

Y/N knew something was right but the ointment seemed to have some properties and they felt a but woozy as he took a deep breath and laid back into his pillow.

"Be safe" he said

Wednesday turned to Y/N and moved closer to his face and kissed him on the lip so softly as if she applied to much pressure it would break. "I will...Mon Cher" she whispers as she sees Y/N is drifted off to sleep.

She left his dorm room and took out her phone and texted Xavier and Enid "Meet me in the NIghtShade room in 10 mins and get everyone else" She closes the phone and begins to walk down the stone hallways.

"No one hurts what is mine" Wednesday said with a dark tone that could shake the long dead out of their coffin.

To be Continued

Kaimei's thoughts

(Trying my hand at a Wednesday Full Storyline. lets see how this goes, if you have any suggestions don't be afraid to comment them. Kinda want to see Wednesday's Darkness show in this one. )

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Nekoma x Fem! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: probably swearing 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if that’s even a warning

AN: this is an anon request! I realized I had it labeled from Spooky Anon but it wasn’t signed from Spooky anon 😅 so idk who it’s from.

*aggressively hits G note on piano and stares into your soul*

If you unaware of the song that made an entire generation, please google it

Also I will not argue this point because I have both age and vintage Emo on my side 😌

Now for a mini history lesson, the Emo I’m going to be referring to today was popular from the late 90s to late 2000s and into the 2010s

This means heavy black eyeliner, hair that defied gravity, neckties being used as anything but neckties

Black with hints of accent colors such as, but not limited too, pinks, orange, white, etc.

The days when TRL and MTV were the way to “stream” new music and hot topic was the source of all band t-shirts

Now that I’ve covered a small history lesson, let’s strap in shall we!

So get your check board belts and fingerless gloves ready kids!

Because it’s time to get EMOtional 😂

N E Ways- let’s just say, you classified yourself as an “Emo kid”

It wasn’t super unheard of to be different fashionably in school but you, well you were definitely a sight

Your hair was teased to the rafters, bows of every color along with skulls littered your hair

Your eye liner was the blackest black, and you skin looked like you hadn’t seen sun in decades 😅

You wore fishnet tights with vans or perhaps another skateboarding shoe

You looked pretty intimidating to most people who didn’t know you

I mean, your style doesn’t exactly scream approachable

However, the people who did know you, knew that your style of “dark and brooding” didn’t measure up AT ALL to your personality

You were a complete sunshine ☀️

A literal sweetheart and absolute Angel!

Unfortunately a lot of kids didn’t get to know you ☹️

But luckily, there was one guy who didn’t care about looks

He really didn’t care about much actually 👀

And that happened to be our favorite setter Kenma!

Because Kenma honestly does not care about looks or superficial things like that

Actually, when you first got teamed up with Kenma to work on a project, a lot of kids thought it was a strange combo

But somehow, you two managed to make it work and in fact, you got the best grade in the class

After that, you and Kenma became partners for every project

There was just something he enjoyed about you

Probably your weird similarity to Hinata honestly 😏

Soon you and Kenma started hanging out after school

You both loved video games as well as had similar styles in music

Look at me and tell me Kenma wouldn’t be into Emo rock 👁️👄👁️

Fall out boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, THE USED!!!!

Anyways, soon Kuroo joins and he’s confused about your friendship with Kenma

Like you and Kenma are complete opposites but you get along super well

Eventually Kuroo starts taking a liking to you as well

Kuroo has natural Emo hair so it’s fate 💅

Kuroo soon figures out why Kenma enjoys your company as you are a literal dark ball of sunshine

Eventually you start accompanying out kitty cats to practice in order to hang out with Kuroo and Kenma

Upon entering the gym, everyone stares at you

You low key kinda scare the first years, Inuoka and Shibayama

Yaku and Kai are super interested as in why you are there

Yamamoto is just dead because there’s a girl in the gym 🙄

And Lev, well Lev can’t keep his mouth shut

“Hey you’re that weird chick that wears black and has crazy hair. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Lev screams

Yaku please 😌

“LEV SHUT UP!” Kuroo yells as Yaku kicks him

You just giggle, a sound nobody was expecting, as you say, “I’m Yn! I guess I kind of do get a little bit of a reputation but I promise, I’m not evil or something!”

“She’s actually kind of cute in a different way,” Kai says as Fukunaga and Yaku nodd in agreement.

Soon, you are coming to every practice and helping where you can

Setting up chairs, filling water balls, handing out towels

The boys quickly adore you and soon you just naturally become apart of the team

Kuroo officially asks you the teams manager which you gladly accept

It’s hard finding a club with your specific tastes and since you could still express your style and personality, volleyball club seemed perfect!

You enjoyed playing music, listening to music and writing which were all supported by Nekoma

Our progressive Kings 👑

Honestly they were so supportive of their Emo scene queen!

They loved when you added little touches of red to your outfits and even made a hair bow that specifically said “Nekoma” on it 🥹

Of course, they were still boys so they all found you super cute and adorable

Yamamoto was your personal body guard for everything

It didn’t matter what, he always walked you to every class and if anyone made any comments about you, he would challenge them to a “rumble”

Language you later learned, was picked up from Karasuno 🙄

You had heard about Karasuno and you were honestly so excited to meet them!

Kenma had told you about Karasuno’s tiny middle blocker

On the way to training camp, our sweet boys let you play the music

Honestly Coach Nekomata was way into it 😂

He was such a hip coach and he knew you kids were into some weird stuff

Please he was too 🤚🏻

Anyways, he’s just happy you bring so much joy to the team

And honestly you match Nekoma’s cat-like mysterious vibes

So when you showed up, the other teams just kind of stared at you

Obviously you kinda stood out like a sore thumb Yn, sorry to say

But don’t worry, Yamamoto is on the case 🫡

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVENT UOU EVEN SEEN A GORGEOUS GIRL BEFORE?!?” He screams

You rn 👉🏻😐

Yaku 👉🏻 YAMAMOTO STOP BEING AN IDIOT

You just roll your eyes and smile, bowing to the teams and greeting them

Almost instantly, they melted 🥰

Because like how are you both adorable and scary???

Literally Emo culture mkay

“Come on Yn, let’s go,” Kenma says as you wave and walk away

Eventually you get introduced to all the teams, including Karasuno

You end up making eye contact with Hinata several times as he observes you

Finally, he makes his move

“Hi there! I really like your style! I see your friends with Kenma and the pretty girl manager for Nekoma! I’m Shoyo Hinata and I’m a middle blocker!” He shouts

You smile back and greet him, “Kenma had told me so much about you! It’s so great time finally meet you!”

Kuroo and Daichi watch you both and shake their heads

“Boy short stuff really can make friends with anyone can’t he?”

“You new manager looks super sweet and outgoing, albeit a little interesting,” Daichi says as Kuroo nods

Soon you and Hinata, and by consequence Bokuto, become besties

Honestly you really enjoy hanging out with Akaashi but we won’t tell Bokuto that 😶

You share your knowledge as well as your unique style of cheering with the boys

You wrote cute little cheers and even inspirational poetry to share with the boys

Bokuto and Hinata loved your fancy words : D

And even when Bokuto went into his own Emo modes, the teams knew exactly who to call!

“YN HALPPPP!” Akaashi would silently communicate to you with his eyes

You 👉🏻 NEVER FEAR OUR SCENE QUEEN IS HERE 🦸🏻‍♀️

“Bokuto would you like to listen to some music or maybe we can talk about your feelings?” You say as you rub his back

“I could use a hug,” Bokuto 🥺

You 👉🏻😌🥰 of course-

Akaashi doesn’t get it, Nekoma doesn’t get it but they appreciate it!!