#he is now within the grasp of my paws.

[0ct0ver]

i no longer have to make these sunday posts hallelujah

[killakalx]

18+ content, roleplay (technically), slight breeding kink, short n sweet srry… buttt it’s inspired by this twt link :)

You aren't sure what you expected when you asked to fuck your boyfriend in his suit. at first, the appeal was his looks; somehow, Dick Grayson's perfect physic looks better in skin tight elastic than with nothing at all. but he's different. meaner. almost as if you're nothing more than another delinquient for him to deal with.

Dick—Nightwing—has you pinned on your back, legs closed and folded effortlessly against your chest, gloved hands gripping your thighs. by now tears have welled in your eyes as you weakly paw at his grasp for the third time. "D—ick," you choke out and gasp when his momentum fails to falter, "Dick, I wanna..”

“not my name, doll,” he almost snickers before groaning when you pulse at the name. and without a second to spare, his weight is pressed into you while keeping himself elevated, then he’s pummeling into your sore pussy— if you could hear yourself you’d think you were in a damn porno.

“oh, my god- Nightwing!” your own cry rings out through your body as you curl into yourself, turning away from his almost condescending in humiliation. a wave of pride pangs through his entire being and Dick moans, raven black hair hanging over his cowl when his gaze falls to your cunt.

God, he could keep you here forever. it’s not his usual thing; limiting the closeness between you two, making you beg and cry for a little kiss, not smothering you against his own body. but it’s hard for you not to be shy when you realize your boyfriend is the Nightwing, the same one that bludhaven women just wish were in their bed right now—and that alone makes it much harder for him to not feed is insatiable ego. “little louder and i just might give it to ya,” Dick teases, “c’mon, tell Nightwing what you need.”

“…cum,” you whine pathetically, “wan’ be filled up..” your tummy tightens again when his thumb massages your clit, smooth latex material of his glove making you flinch in pleasure. his fingers dig into your soft thighs as his pace quickens and you sigh, all dreamy and drawn out and debauched. Dick groans when slick gushes out your cunt and around his cock, and his free hand kneads your bouncing tits together before he can even think rationally of it.

“dirty girl,” Dick comments from deep within his throat, “fucking you nice and full isn’t enough? tell me you need it, my pretty slut.” your body shivers and you follow through with no thought. who are you to deny your protector?

“I need it, baby,” you beg, “need you to cum so bad.” your nimble hands wrap around his wrist and you keen at him, pouting and whimpering like you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself without him. “please, Nightwing? ‘been a good girl, just for you.”

“fuckin’ hell,” Dick groans, “take it then, pretty baby.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

hey if ur requests are still open what do you think of an Arcane herald viktor turning reader into one of his hex angels on the rooftop thinking it will show them his vision of the ''glorious evokution'' only for it to turn reader into a empty husk and viktor realize in horror that he done goofed

Don’t we love a bit of angst here on this blog, especially when it concerns arcane Jesus.

‘Viktor, don’t.’ You pleaded, far too tired to keep up the fighting anymore, not against someone you once-no- still cared for deeply. ‘Please stop this madness.’ You add as you struggled weakly against his grasp on your chin, keeping you in place against him as he made sure to keep your head careened back, just so to keep you looking up at him as his other hand was etching closer towards your forehead.

Your heart was racing within your chest as your eyes tried to see for an opportunity out of Viktor’s grasp, only to see that your weapon -a crowbar- was too far from your reach, and even if you were able to break free form Viktor you still had to fight your way through the wave of Hex Angels to get to your weapon. All hope for you was lost in this moment and you knew that screaming for help wouldn’t help much either as you didn’t know if anyone who wasn’t turned into one of those humanoid creatures already.

‘Don’t fight against what is already predestined my dear.’ Viktor said, his distorted voice still calm and certain within his new form as it towered over you, orange eyes glaring down at you in a manner that made you feel over exposed. ‘I just wish for you to see what I see.’ He continued as his fingertips brushed against your forehead, startling you as you began to thrash in his arms once again, the urge to escape and stay who you were was strong but Viktor was stronger as he tightened his grip on you once more; a touch that once made you calm and reassured now only emphasised the hopelessness within your chest that only felt more and more inevitable than ever the more fingertips were pressed against your forehead.

‘Viktor I don’t want to go.’ You whimpered, pawing at his hand that held your chin but before you could continue to plead for your freedom, the last of Viktor’s fingers was pressed against your head and everything became blank as your eyes glazed over, mouth became agape in wordless babbling as your body underwent the same transformation as the other Hex Angels before you.

Viktor on the other hand was waiting for you within the star scattered astral plane, but when a couple of minutes have passed and you hadn’t appeared before him still he felt something was wrong, very wrong. You should’ve been here by now so that he could make you see what he could, the glorious evolution the he knew was destined to come about, hoping that you’d understand and willingly join by his side in his quest like you once did before he became…all this.

‘My dear?’ He calls aloud, his voice echoing throughout the star light space that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

‘My love? My muse?’ Viktor calls again as he felt what semblance of his heart remained tighten in pain and worry, all very human emotions that he thought he had forgone that were now rushing back when he couldn’t see you, nor feel you when he stretched his hand out in hopes of sensing you within the same plan of existence as him.

Nothing. You were nowhere to be found nor felt or even heard and that only made Viktor frown as his mind races with logical explanations as to what you were hiding from him. ‘I can’t feel you my beloved.’ He says to himself as he tries once again, this time more desperately to find you but only to have it come back the same as before, nothing. It was almost as if you didn’t want him to find you and if they were the case then why? Why hide from him? You knew he would never bring you to actual harm right?

Viktor was at a loss for words as he brought his hand back to his side. ‘I can’t feel you,’ he murmured to himself, ‘why can’t I feel you my heart?’ He furrows his brows as he continues to look for you within the astral plan, his thoughts getting worse when it looked like you never entered it in the first place. No. That couldn’t be, Viktor didn’t want to imagine it that way at all as he immediately resorted to denial that something horrible had happened to you. You were far stronger than that, Viktor knew this to be fact as the memories flooded to his head of the times where you’ve proven to be the strongest person he knew his entire life.

Look something within Viktor told him.

Look and see what has become of your beloved it said once again as Viktor looked and saw that where your beautiful face once looked up at him was now a sleek, lifeless golden accented mask with a golden webbing of a thorny crown that rested upon your head and a pair of unique golden streaks running down your mask from where your eyes would’ve been, almost like tear stains. You had become one of his hex angles, lifeless, devoid of all emotion; never to ever again utter a single word in protest or excitement for that was all stripped away from you; Just another husk of person that Viktor could use and his heart cracked in two.

You weren’t here in the astral plan either him because he might as well have killed you for there was not an ounce of you left that he could pick up on, you were gone and it was all because of him.

The machine herald cradled your skew sleek face between metallic hands, running his thumbs over where your cheeks once were as though reminiscent before leaning down to rest his head against your own and letting out a mournful sigh. ‘I’m sorry my beloved.’ His distorted voice murmured, waiting for a response that he’ll never get, which only seems to hurt him even more as was practically cradling your husk of a body to his own, in an all too human act for someone of his calibre. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He whispers as he’s brought to his knees, stilling holding on to you tightly but you didn’t rub his back nor cradled his face like you once did, you just stood there as you looked ahead as though awaiting orders.

‘This isn’t how I wanted it to be! I just wanted to show you what we could’ve become!’ The herald cried but it was useless, anyone that was left to care was too far away to hear or was gone entirely due to the raging conflict below you both. ‘I didn’t mean it, I didn’t meant it. I can fix you I promise.’ Viktor didn’t know who he was promising this to anymore, you? No you were gone. Himself? He wasn’t quite sure if he could even reverse the damage already too far gone. So who was he truly fooling other than the his other Hex angels, who only stared blankly as their herald cradled one of their own within his arms, clearly in a state of mourning and utter regret.

All Viktor could do was say he was sorry over and over again as if that was going to help undo what he had done to you. His heart breaking over and over again when you didn’t do the things you would’ve done when he was like this, serving as a grim reminder that he had taken away the one person who cared about him for who he was, disease or not; He had taken away his own god given solace and now he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions as he held your hex angel form close, wishing to hear your heart beat again.

Bonus cuz I’m feeling evil;

In another reality, one where the hexcore has destroyed and consumed everyone, Viktor -now in a somewhat human body after some trial and tribulations- still sits with your hollowed corpse, resting his head against what once was your shoulder and closes his eyes as the pain still lingered within his chest that this was all his doing.

You have been gone for so long and yet the pain he felt still felt fresh, felt new as though he had just watched you die right before his eyes and in his arms no less. Yet viktor still couldn’t believe that you were gone, no longer with him to smile nor give your heart to him again, you were gone but Viktor was still within the bargaining stage of his grief. He wanted no- he needed you back in his life and he certainly didn’t want you in his life as a hollow corpse, overlooking the ruins of Piltover and Zaun in an eternal state of mourning.

‘I’m sorry my heart, for I still cannot feel you.’ He utters against your cold shoulder, looking at you with amber eyes but sighed when all he could gauge from you was the moss and algae making your golden thrones crown their home, the algae and moss it cascaded down the back of your head and back like a billowing cape or veil he’ll never get to see you wear. ‘But I would like to stay here with you…if that’s okay?’ He asks but got no response and so Viktor sat by your corpse for days on end, wishing to repent for his actions against you, wishing for another opportunity with you in another life or plan of existence.

Viktor could only hope his other variants of himself would never dare to make the same foolish mistake he did, loosing you was the utter most worst thing Viktor ever had to endure, and to be honest he was still paying the price.

[bumblehoneybee]

Heya! This is my first ask I've made actually, across this entire app! I was wondering if you could do something small about the reader getting her period when she gets everyone to her home. And how they would react?

Like- hello??? Your bleeding and in pain??? But not dying????

(You don't have to write it)

-I dunno.. Uh.. Scarce anon?

The Crimson Wave

For what is was worth, your body did its best to take care of you during the tumultuous time that was your stay in the factory. It warned you of what was close to breaking, flooded you with adrenaline when danger was close, and held off on overtly torturing you until you found yourself in a safe place.

Everyone was pretty beat up after all the drama, so the first days in the home were slow, a careful line up of gorging on food and drowning in the shower to finally feel clean again. You managed to keep upright as you fretted over the various guests now living in your home, making sure they were full and clean and safe and sleeping before you finally collapsed yourself.

The house was silent for the most of two days. Then, when sleep was caught up on, you found yourself gradually introducing the toys to their new lives.

Catnap took to the woods, at home in the trees, laying in the sun, chasing the animals (and probably eating them, but you didn't really care by that point). Dogday followed, at least a little, mostly staying in the backyard to laze in the grass and feel the wind on him.

Kissy trailed you around the house when not ferrying Poppy, watching you interact with the others, like she was afraid one of them would strike. Poppy helped soothe her, though, and the pair spent a lot of time sorting through your clothes, trying on things they found interesting, though little fit Poppy herself. You'd have to buy her some clothes later, Kissy too.

Doey was the most skittish, no doubt in a constant battle within his own body. But he did like your TV, the new shows playing, the old ones you could pirate for him. He tried to help you, tried to fret over the others alongside you, but you didn't let him. He had been in charge long enough; it was time for him to relax and rely on someone else.

It was a tentative peace, barely made and easily broken.

It broke when Catnap caught the first whiff of blood early in the morning.

He made a quick round, nosing the others awake as he tried to locate the weak scent. Poppy was quick to help once she understood, going to Doey with Dogday to slowly ease him into the situation, in case he panicked.

Kissy went to you. And found you. Lying in your own blood.

You didn't know Kissy could make such a noise. By the way she recoiled, she didn't seem to know it either.

Kissy rushed towards you, gathering your sleep-addled body into her arms as others soon rushed in. Dogday, upon seeing the blood-stained sheets, immediately started barking orders with such ferocity not even Poppy disobeyed, all rushing out to gather bandages, towels, water, and whatever else Dogday demanded.

Only Doey lingered, peeking around the door, a whine in his voice as he called for you.

"I'm fine." You grumbled, wiggling in Kissy's grasp. "It's normal. I'm not dying, Dogday."

"You're bleeding." He scoffed in return, leading the way towards the nearby bathroom. You were set carefully in the tub, Kissy pawing at your bloody pj bottoms, but you pushed her hands away. "Catnap! The bandages!?"

"I don't need bandages!" You called.

"Angel, why didn't you tell us you were injured!?" Poppy said, rushing in with a bottle of water clutched to her chest. "How long have you had it? Since the factory?? There's so much-"

"I'M MENSTRUATING!" You hollered, so loud everyone froze. You took advantage of their shock, shoving everyone out the door and slamming it behind you.

The ragtag group stood in the hall, listening to the shower turn on and the sounds of your muffled curses as you cleaned up yourself.

"They're. . . not dying?" Doey asked, still stood by the bedroom door. His hands shook, unable to decide what to do, where to go.

"How can someone bleed and not die?" Dogday demanded, ears pinned back. He eyed the bathroom door like he was debating ramming it down to get to you.

"Wait." Poppy said suddenly, clinking when her hands slapped to her cheeks. "Wait, oh god! They're on their period!"

Silence rang for a few moments.

Dogday dropped his head into his hands. "Fuck. . . Didn't even think of that."

"What's a period?" Doey asked. Catnap nudged Dogday's shoulder, but the hound just groaned into his palms. "They're not dying then??"

"No." Poppy sighed, stepping onto the hand Kissy offer her. "Come on. Let's wait in the living room. I'll try and explain it best I can remember. . ."

In the shower, you sighed in relief. Poppy was thankfully handling it, for the most part. You'd be sure to fill in any gaps too, once you were clean.

Still. . . it was nice to see how they cared. Your sweet protectors.

[leighsartworks216]

Fistfight

Sylus x gn!Reader / Sylus & gn!Reader

IT'S FINALLY FINISHED AHHH I'm so glad I was finally able to get this goddamn idea out of my head

Can be read as romantic, platonic, or familial (ie. Sylus adopting another young bird for his flock lol)

Title from "Fistfight" by The Ballroom Thieves

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, light angst, blood, injury, injured animal, guns, abusive parent, slow burn, potentially confusing pov, shapeshifting, literal sleeping together

Word Count: 4,381

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Sylus stops at the mouth of the alley. He stares into the heavy darkness, listening. He thought he heard someone swearing under their breath. If it’s another one of the bastards that tried to gang up on him just minutes ago, he’s going to be pissed.

With an outstretched hand, tendrils of his Evol dive into the depths of the abyss, shoving past and under dumpsters and discarded boxes to find the source of the sound. A yowl screams out with the distinct sound of cans being knocked over. They wrap around the source and draw it out into the orange lamplight.

A cat wriggles and hisses as it tries to futilely claw out of his Evol’s grasp. He hmphs. Of course, it makes sense for a cat to be out here. The N109 Zone is probably chock full of strays and-

He frowns and draws it closer. It tries swiping at his face, but he barely flinches back. The side of its body is stained in deep crimson. Fur matted down with blood. Fresh blood, too. It’s still dripping, landing on the sidewalk in persistent drips.

“Did you get into a fight?” He knows his question won’t receive an answer, but the cat does struggle less once he’s asked it. Perhaps it’s just growing weaker with blood loss.

He sighs. He can’t leave it here in the alley; it would be dead in the next few hours if he did. And clearly it won’t let him touch it, given the way it bares its fangs at him with a sharp hiss and a swipe of its claws.

He pulls off his coat and holds it open. The tendrils deposit the cat quickly within his arms, where he wraps it securely in the leather before it can squirm away. “You’ve still got spirit,” he hums, half-amused, as he continues on his way. “Hopefully you’ll live through the night.”

-

“Uh, Boss? What’cha got there?” Kieran trails just behind him, trying to peer around his arm to see the bundle wrapped up in them.

Luke is on his other side, doing just the same. “Why is it moving like that?”

“It’s a cat.” The Twins look at each other. “Call a vet. Have them send over a doctor to look at it.”

“Sure thing, Boss,” Luke says with a half-finger salute.

“And get some fish from the kitchen.”

“Right away, Boss,” Kieran mirrors his brother.

They break away from him to go about their tasks. He can hear their hushed conversation asking each other what they think happened. The cat manages to free a paw and claw at his hand. The scratch is deep enough to draw blood. It fades away into flecks of red and black a moment later. He sighs as he pulls open the door to his office. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

The door shuts, his hold loosens, and the cat is squirming out as fast as possible. It jumps wildly onto the couch, staining the dark leather with blood and whatever god awful garbage stuck to its paws from that alleyway.

Now that he’s back home, he can see its injuries much better. It seems like there’s a hole in its side, too large and too perfectly round to be from an animal’s tooth or claws. Sylus frowns deeper. Did this cat get shot? Was it a poor attempt at pest control? Humans have been known to have a poor track record with strays and ferals, and the residents of the N109 Zone aren’t known to hesitate to remove what annoys them.

There’s a knock at the door behind him. The cat sits up straighter, like it’s ready to bolt the second it opens. He quirks a challenging brow at it. Who will win this fight, he wonders.

He turns the knob without looking away. The door opens up enough for someone to slip inside. He turns to address Kieran, and the cat makes a break for it.

It collides into a wall of smoke.

“Here’s the fish, Boss. Vet’s on their way.”

He pays no attention to the yowling and hissing of the cat as he examines the container in his hand. It’s certainly a bit fancy for a stray. Hopefully it’ll be enough to calm it down.

The door closes with a hum of dismissal. The wall vanishes, leaving only a worn-out cat and a scratched up rug behind. It looks up at him with narrowed eyes.

“Hungry?” He hooks a finger around the pull tab and removes the lid on the can. Immediately, the overbearing scent of fish fills the room. He sets it down a foot or so away from the cat, steps back, and watches.

It continues to stare at him for a minute. It’s almost unsettling. Like there’s something more behind its eyes that he’s not privy to.

Soon enough, though, the hunger must be too much for the little thing. It slowly stands up. He watches it carefully as it limps over to the fish. Its back leg doesn’t appear to be damaged; maybe it just hurts to move too much with how close it is to the hole in its side. The cat lowers itself down on its stomach, shoulders hunched, prepared to run at any given moment, and gives the can a distrusting sniff.

The first bite feels like a major success. If it can fight and it can eat, maybe it really can pull through this.

-

The cat glares at him from across the room. Its tail flicks angrily from side to side. And there is no way in hell he can take it seriously.

If the cone around its neck didn’t remove any and all intimidation, its shaved fur certainly did.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat look so pissed!” Luke cackles. He���s sitting on the floor. For the last few days, he’s been trying to “be one with the cat” in order to get close enough to pet it. He’s got bandages all over his hands to show for it.

“Do you think it knows it would’ve died without that surgery?” Kieran asks. He’s sitting on the couch behind his brother, arms crossed. Of all three of them, the cat seems to like him the best. Though, the bar really is in hell.

Sylus shakes his head. “Do you think it would be so angry if it did?”

“Hmm, good point.”

“Oh!” Luke suddenly jumps up, startling the cat, and runs over to a bag by the door. “I almost forgot I got these! There’s gotta be something in here it likes.”

He hauls the bag over and drops it onto the nice mahogany desk of their leader. Sylus doesn’t say anything, merely watches as Luke pulls out various items. Two kinds of brushes, little catnip mice toys, feathers dangling from a stick, at least three kinds of treats-

Kieran laughs. “When did you get all of this stuff?” He’s suddenly by Luke’s side, picking up one of the dangle toys and bouncing it in front of Mephisto, resting on his perch nearby. The crow squawks indignantly.

Luke shrugs with a proud expression. “I have my ways. Here, let’s try these!” He grabs one of the treat bags and tears it open. He returns to his place on the floor. The cat stares up at him with interest. “Want this?”

Its tail slows down slightly, a smidge less irritated than before. Luke nearly squeals with excitement when it leans forward to smell the morsel in his hand.

A sharp ringtone startles it. It backs away, tucking itself into the corner of its makeshift bed made out of spare blankets far too expensive for a cat to be laying on like it does.

Sylus lifts his phone to his ear. “Speak.”

The Twins both turn to watch. He listens silently to the man on the other end. It seems the boss of the men who ambushed him the other night is trying to cover his ass, offering up apologies and ‘I had no idea’s and ‘How can I make it up to you?’s. He hums noncommittally into the receiver as he stands up and heads for the door. He nods to the Twins, a silent message for them to follow. The crow flies and lands on his shoulder as he leaves. Luke sets the treat down on the carpet. Kieran nudges him. The door shuts behind them.

The cat stares at the door for a minute longer. It listens carefully to the footsteps of its captors. Once it can’t hear them anymore, it waits a few more minutes…

Fucking finally.

-

Sylus's steps slow to a stop just inside the room. The cone lay abandoned on the couch. All the furniture and rugs are destroyed, clawed up and torn apart. The culprit is sitting on the desk. It stares at him blankly.

The door closes with a click. He walks over to the couch, leaning over the back to pick up the abandoned cone. He turns it over. There's no scratches, no bite marks, and the cord that holds it shut has been tied with a different knot than the vet used.

He looks back over at the cat. Its tail twitches anxiously beside it.

Trouble. Just like he suspected. Though, not quite like this.

"As long as you aren't licking at your stitches," he concedes. He steps over to the desk and drops the cone on top, near the cat. "Hm. You need more pain medication, don't you?"

"Mreow."

"Oh, so you do know how to speak nicely." He rounds the desk. The cat turns to face him the whole time. At least it doesn't try to scratch him as he opens the top drawer and pulls out an orange bottle. He struggles momentarily to get just one of the small pills, resorting to dumping some into the cap just to make it easier on himself, and holds it out to the cat. It hesitantly leans out to sniff it. "Don't most animals like to have their meds hidden?"

It makes a little sound, as though trying to chastise him for his misconception. He holds the pill patiently. Waits with all the patience of someone willing to let the world disintegrate around them. He almost holds his breath when it takes the pill from his fingers and retreats to eat it safely.

Progress. Good progress, for how short the cat's been here. Eating out of his hand is a good sign, for how odd the rest of its behavior is.

-

"Ah, shit, wait!"

The cat runs down the hall. Two sets of footsteps chase after it, hissing pleas for it to come back and be a good kitty. They cartoonishly skid to a stop when it runs through another open door.

Luke turns slowly to Kieran. Both of them are horrified for what comes next.

After a quick round of rock, paper, scissors, Kieran is the one forced to crack open the door further.

Sylus is sitting up on his bed, back against the headboard. His eyes are closed, chest rising and falling in a normal pattern. Fast asleep. A frown is set deep on his face.

Kieran looks around the room. It's huge, has a lot of hiding spots, and seems to be completely devoid of the cat. Did it slip by somehow? Did it actually go into a different room? He glances at Mephisto, who seems far too busy preening its faux feathers to care about his plight.

Fearing the consequences of lingering any longer, Kieran slowly backs away and closes the door as quietly as possible. He shrugs at his brother. Luke is just as confused as he is, gesturing in a silent conversation.

Deciding they were both somehow, somehow tricked, they continue their hunt further down the hall…

The cat pokes its head out from behind its cover. Honestly, it didn't mean to get trapped in here. It was just trying to lose the two goons on its tail.

The presence on the bed doesn't do a lot to put it at ease. The man confuses it with his callousness. One minute, he's manhandling it with his Evol, and the next he's giving it food and making sure its wounds are taken care of. It's not that he's mean, as far as the cat can tell. He's nice to those guys, anyway, humoring their weird little ideas and eccentricities.

Mephisto hops down beside it. The cat's back curls, fur all standing on end as it hisses at the metal bird. He seems just as unfazed by the warning as the man is.

"Leave it."

The command startles the cat, putting it on higher alert as it whips around to hiss at the man. He pays it no mind. Mephisto caws irritatedly as he flies back up to his perch.

“You aren’t supposed to be running around.” Sylus glances at the cat. "Do you want to leave?" he asks in a low murmur, words slurred slightly with sleep. He waits for a response. Waits for any sort of tell that would let him know to open the door for the cat. But nothing comes.

The cat's fur is still standing up as it cautiously makes its way over. It stops at the side of the bed, adjusting its body as it gauges the distance it needs to jump to make it onto the thick mattress. Sylus chuckles tiredly. "You can't jump that, kitten. Want some help?"

It puts its paw on the overhanging bedding, standing on its back legs. Then, it meets his eyes. "Mreoww."

He waves his hand. Red and black Evol lift the cat onto the bed before fading. It's a little unsteady on the softer surface, but it catches its balance soon enough. It takes a single step away from the edge, then lays down.

He hums, but he doesn't say anything more. If the cat wants to stay there for the rest of the day, so be it. The Twins won't come looking for it again in here, and Mephisto isn't going to snitch to them of all people.

He shuts his eyes again, ignores the cat staring at him, and falls asleep.

Slowly, the cat's fur smoothes down. It allows itself to curl up into a more comfortable position. It keeps an eye on him until it can't anymore, as sleep claims it, too.

-

Every day for the next couple weeks, this continued.

For the first few days, Sylus would head off to bed, leaving the door cracked open behind him. The cat would come in a while later. If he was awake, he'd use his Evol to lift it up. If he wasn't, well, it meowed persistently until he was.

Sylus soon set up a pet stair beside the bed. This way, it could climb up without having to wake him. With that, it also began following him in right as he went to bed. He'd been pleasantly surprised the first time, when he opened the door and it slipped in quickly through his legs, ran up the stairs and stared at him. When he woke up at sundown, he noticed that it was just a couple inches closer than before.

Every few days, it shifted closer and closer, until it was within arm's reach. Though, he never tried reaching out to pet it. It was clear by their interactions at night that it was not ready for that sort of attention, no matter how desperately Luke tried to just pat its head once. Like a silent agreement, he would offer it protection in the day while they both slept and leave it to its own devices at night.

-

“Cat seems to be feeling a lot better, huh?” Kieran follows the feline around the room as it wanders gracefully along shelf after shelf of lethal weapons.

“Shouldn’t we get it down from there?” Luke wonders. His phone is lifted, taking photos of the cat, just as he’d been doing for all the time it’s been living in the base.

Sylus looks up to watch with them, the gun in his own hand going ignored.

The cat walks slowly. Its focus is solely on the guns on display, observing each one like it’s a museum. He watches as it comes to a stop in front of one - one he himself altered and upgraded. It stares. Paws lightly at it. It’s not loaded, there’s no danger, but there is an intense interest he’s never seen a cat have before. Like it’s thinking, trying to work something out with knowledge it shouldn’t have.

A camera shutter startles it from its focus. It turns its head toward the Twins and meows annoyedly at them.

Sylus shakes his head. “Leave it be. Start gathering product for our client.”

Luke slips his phone into his pocket with a half-salute. Both of them look a moment longer at the cat, staring down at them with a twitching tail, before getting back to work. They pack enhanced rifles into a sturdy case, fitting them into foam cutouts in layers. Big metal clasps hold the case shut. Each rifle glows dimly with protocore energy. Mostly red, some blue, a couple yellow. Sylus looks over one, turning it over in his hands, checking the quality. From the corner of his eye, the cat keeps watch, tail flicking back and forth all the while.

-

“I’m so sorry again for my men’s ambush, Mr. Qin.” The man bows solemnly, hands rubbing together. He’s shorter than Sylus, but he’s bulky, with thick arms and a barrel chest. His smile is disarming. Eyes too bright and kind. When he straightens out again, he’s rubbing his wrist, as though realigning the joint. “My child ran away, you see. I sent them out looking for them, but they saw you and decided not to waste the opportunity.”

Sylus quirks an eyebrow. “Did you men have a reason to try taking my life?”

The man laughs, quite undisturbed by the question. “To prove their capabilities, no doubt. You are quite famous for your strength, after all, and those young men did not understand the consequences to come from failing. To be sure, in their minds, they must have believed themselves so capable as to not fail.”

“Must have.”

With a nod, one of his henchmen steps forward with a bulky case. He deposits it in front of the Onychinus leader, clicking it open where it rests on his desk. Stacks of protocores, gleaming in a rainbow of colors, fill the case to the brim. They aren’t run of the mill either; a case of this size with this many authentically powerful crystals would take the Hunter’s Association years to amass. Yet here they are, for the taking.

“You should know these are worth more than the weapons you requested.”

“But of course! Consider it a gift of good will, and a hope for future business between our groups.”

There’s a scratch at the door. Soft, yet recognizable to Sylus, who flicks a finger and opens the door a crack. Just as always, the cat squeezes through. But this time, it pauses when it sees Sylus’s client. When he looks at the client, he looks just as caught as the cat.

The air becomes tense and stifling. No sound to be heard as the cat moves silently and quickly across the floor. The man and his lackeys watch, wide-eyed, as the cat leaps up into Sylus’s lap. It’s the first time it’s ever found a place there. For all these weeks, it has always kept a careful distance from everyone, even the Twins and their persistent desire to pet it. Now, out of nowhere, it chooses to cross that boundary it set entirely?

It lays down, front paws tucked under itself, large eyes with slit-pupils staring at the man on the other side of the desk.

The man’s jaw tightens. He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. He’s on a thin wire; Sylus can feel the rage beginning to leak off of his being. Even without looking into his soul, he can see the truth behind that easy-going mask he wears; the blackened heart rotting inside. When he finally looks back up at Sylus, he forces a strained grin and chokes out a sharp laugh without mirth.

“Mr. Qin, I believe you said you had no involvement in my child’s disappearance.”

Sylus’s brow furrows, an intimidating warning. “I stand by that.”

The man’s cheek twitches. “You do? Ha!” His hands fall to his sides, hands clenched in tight fists. “Then the little fuck has been pulling you along like a fool. Hiding away as a cat this whole fucking time, haven’t you?”

He feels the cat tense in his lap. It sits stock-still. Even its tail is stiff. Like one small move would pull the pin to set everything off. He doesn’t even notice himself sitting up straighter in return. Doesn’t realize he’s as tense until his finger begins tapping at the arm of his chair, ready for what could happen next.

“Tell you what, Mr. Qin. Hand them over and I’ll send over three more boxes just like that,” he offers through grit teeth, nodding to the case on his desk.

“I think if they’d wanted to go with you, they’d have done so already,” he rebuts. “Considering they could have run back home weeks ago, it seems to me their choice is already clear.”

His jaw shifts. Teeth grinding, smile starting to sour into an ugly grimace. “Mr. Qin-”

“The deal’s off,” Sylus interrupts sharply. The man blinks, wide-eyed in shock. “If you refuse to respect my guests in my own home-”

“THEY’RE MY CHILD!” he roars.

“In my home.” He gestures. Luke and Kieran step out from behind him, grabbing the cases of guns and settling them behind his chair, safely out of reach. He tilts his head. Shadows cast over his eyes until they’re embers in the dark. “Why would you send trigger-happy men to retrieve them?”

The man is silent. Fuming. Steam would be pouring from his ears if it could. His fists shake by his side with force, aching to hurt something - someone.

A large, protective hand rests gently over the cat’s back. Barely even touching.

“Get out.”

The man stays still. His guards stand rigid.

Sylus tsks. Red and black tendrils of mist erupt from his hand. They shoot out, grabbing hold of the man and his guards, contorting their legs and arms and bodies like dolls. Sickening cracks, gut-wrenching screams. Their bodies puppeteered out the door, down the hall.

He uncovers the cat. “Make sure they leave without a fuss,” he commands, nodding at the case on the desk. “Take that with you.”

The Twins shut and lock the case back up, whispering questions to themselves as they glance back on their way out. They don’t fully understand what happened. To them, it just sounds like this guy was a crazy pet-dad whose cat got out.

The cat slowly stands from his lap. He watches as it hops on top of his desk, turning back around to face him as it sits. Its tail still shifts anxiously. Paws shift nervously against the wood, as though it’s trying to knead it.

Sylus’s lips quirk into a slight smirk. “Jig’s up, kitten.”

It looks away from him. Fur begins to recede and shift. Limbs elongate and the body sits upright. In a matter of seconds, where once a cat sat, sits a person. You rub your arm, still looking away. He shifts to uncross his legs and you flinch. He slowly finishes the action with a sigh. All of your attitude, your defiance, locked away from the presence of your father alone. He can only imagine how such cruelty against you began. Every scenario makes him wish he’d done worse when “escorting” him out.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promises.

You glance at him. “I used you.”

He nods. “I knew something was strange weeks ago,” he admits. You look at him wide-eyed and he chuckles. “Ever since your cone was removed and I gave you medicine. You removed it yourself, didn’t you?”

“... It was uncomfortable.”

He grins, but continues with an edge of softness, “You used me for your own protection. And given what I just witnessed, I’d say it was well justified.”

You let out a soft breath. Your shoulders relax slightly, adjusting to his kindness. It was nothing you didn’t already witness in your time here, with you in your cat form and the two kids he keeps around, but it’s still quite foreign. “I would have left sooner, but then you kept getting phone calls from my dad. I was scared he’d still be looking for me, so I stayed… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You have no reason to.” He glances at the time. When he stands, he moves carefully, but you don’t flinch away. He holds out a hand, an offering. “I’d imagine you’re getting tired of eating cat food every day. I’ll have my chef prepare something for you. Anything you’d like.”

You look down at his open palm. Then up at his face. There’s nothing guarded or threatening, outside of his height and aura. And the promise of real food - your stomach growls at the thought alone.

You put your hand in his. His touch is soft and gentle. He helps you down from his desk and leads you out of the room, down familiar halls. “What about after?” you ask uncertainly.

He shrugs a shoulder, like he’d already thought of every outcome before you even thought of the question. “That’s up to you, kitten. You’re welcome to stay here, or you can leave. Either way, I’ll make sure you remain protected.”

It’s like a weight lifts off your shoulders. Freedom and protection rolled into one. You’re no longer confined to your home, in fear for your very life. You can go anywhere, do anything, and know, no matter how far, you’ll be safe. You hold on tighter to his hand, catching up to walk directly by his side. “Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“That’s my name.”

He smiles. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

That night, a familiar cat curls up tightly in his lap, fast asleep and purring loudly.

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Feline Hexes l Sylus

Summary: A prolonged game of kitty cards angers the kitty gods, who curse Sylus to become a cat, which leads to a series of misadventures and an un-fur-gettable day.

Warning(s): Tooth-rotting fluff, written with female reader in mind, might die from the cute aggression you get from Cat Sylus, short and sweet, slightly suggestive at the end, cheesy, kissing, pet names like sweetie and kitten used.

Word count: 2.6k

Now playing: Angel Baby by Troye Sivan

Notes: I've read a lot of fics where the reader turns into a cat so I couldn't help but want Cat Sylus and the rest is history ♥

It was another normal Sunday. As normal as playing kitty cards with the leader of Onychinus sitting across you could be considered. You two had been at it for approximately two hours and seventeen minutes and not once had you even stood up for a breather. You were dead-set on settling the score with the man in front of you because eating dirt was genuinely not your forte. It appeared it wasn’t his either because he had not shown an ounce of mercy to you despite your pleas and outbursts and now you were stuck in an endless loop of losing.

You internally rejoiced when you picked out an assist card, which happened to be the magic paw card. You kept your composure, scanning the cards in your hand once more: one Magic Paw card, one Paw Combo, one Purrcieve, and two number cards. Perfect. Victory would be within your grasp in the next round. Sylus had no number cards left, and judging by what you could see, only three assist cards in his hand. With the two cups left, you were confident that nothing—absolutely nothing—could take this sweet glory from you.

As it turned out, your win was not taken away; rather, it was deliberately snatched out of your awaiting, outstretched arms. Veiny hands that had you gushing over them with admiration every other day were now making you want to break them as they set down his cards. He gained another assist card, then one by one, placed all four of his cards down. His Freeze card had both you and your next assist card phase freezing. His combo attack, first from Cat-ching and then from Paw Combo, left you wounded. And just when you thought that at least the round would end in a tie because of your matching points, the bane of your existence shoved his last card and another easy win in your face. Magic paw. You could only watch, horror etched across your face, as Sylus reduced your highest point cup to a mere one point.

“Sylus.”

“Yes, kitten?”

“...I’m going to weep.”

“...Do you want my shoulder, a tissue, or both, sweetie?”

 You let out an exaggerated groan, dragging your hands down your face in exasperation. Sylus was at your side in an instant, his large arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You knew you were being petulant, but the feeling of frustration didn’t dissipate, causing you to absentmindedly kick your feet beneath the table like a child amid a tantrum. His chest rumbled with laughter, a rich sound that made your heart flutter and your anger soften, until his next words pierced through your thoughts.

"Seems like a skill issue to me, sweetie."

You pulled away from him sharply, shooting him a glare that could have melted steel, though he only laughed harder. Typical Sylus, always rubbing his victories in everyone’s face. Without a word, you stood up, informing him that you were heading to the bathroom. The last thing you saw before you turned the corner was Sylus, now surrounded by all the upset Cats from the Meow’s Café, their tails puffed and ears flat in distress, clustering around his feet in a chaotic display. Serves him right. He had been ruthless to both you and the Cats, insisting on one round after another.

When you finally returned to your table, you only saw the Cats lazing around there. All that was left was a dotted line where Sylus had last been standing. You searched high and low but he was nowhere to be found. Just as you were about to ask a nearby employee, a pristine puff of alabaster white caught your eye from the corner of your vision beneath the table. Curiosity piqued, you bent down to investigate further. There, staring up at you with crimson eyes you had long grown fond of, was not your boyfriend, but rather a small white Cat with an unamused gaze and cautious stance. 

You blinked, processing the odd sight, and then shifted your gaze to the other Cats lounging around the table. It didn’t even surprise you when the other Cats seemed to regard the white puffball with a mix of indifference and quiet suspicion. Some even narrowed their eyes at it, which prompted the white fluff to hiss back in a clear display of annoyance. The situation slowly began to sink in, and you, now fully convinced, scooped the fluffy creature up and placed it on the table to meet your gaze.

"Sylus?" you asked tentatively.

A small, disoriented meow graced your ears as a response from the fur ball. It took barely a minute for the realization to sink in before you were on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your stomach, shaking from the intensity of your laughter. The sound echoed loudly as you cackled uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Cat Sylus made his way over to your scattered hair, pawing at it while hissing in irritation.

“Ouch, ouch! Okay, okay, I won’t laugh anymore. Stop pulling my hair!” you stammered, trying to Catch your breath between fits of laughter. You sat up, running a hand through your tangled hair, and risked one more glance at Cat Sylus. The sight of him only made you snort with laughter again. But you finally stopped when you saw your boyfriend-turned-cat sulking in a way that was so quintessentially him. Without hesitation, you gathered him into your arms, lifting him high into the air just like Rafiki did with Simba in The Lion King.

A smug grin tugged at your lips as you couldn't help but ask, “Who's the kitten now, Sylus?”

Cat Sylus huffed indignantly, ears flattened and tail swatting at your hands in a futile attempt to free himself. You gently set him back on the table and took a seat across from him. The two of you locked eyes, unblinking, until an overwhelming sense of affection surged through you. A wide, ecstatic grin spread across your face as cute aggression took over.

You squealed in delight, cupping Cat Sylus’s rounded cheeks in your hands before pulling him tightly to your chest. You couldn't resist nibbling at his ears and burying your face in his soft fur, cooing sweet praises all the while. You felt like that one Chinese influencer who was famous for her adorable Cat and the high-pitched, cute aggression she gets whenever she sees it. Surprisingly, Cat Sylus didn’t protest. He simply sat there, enduring your onslaught of affection. And if you observed closely, you might have even noticed the faintest trace of contentment in his eyes, as though he were almost basking in the warmth of your adoration.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his small forehead and scratched behind his ear comfortingly as you assured him, “Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll talk to the employees about how to get you back to your normal form at the earliest. Although I wouldn’t mind you like this for a few more hours.” Cat Sylus narrowed his eyes but didn’t stop purring like a broken record as you offered him more chin scratches. 

You held a reluctant Cat Sylus up by his scruff and walked over to the Meow Cafe’s counter, with him swaying in your hand. You placed him on top of the counter, pressing a finger to your lips and motioning for him to stay put as you rang the small yellow bell to summon an employee. You glanced up at the clock above the counter, which showed a quarter past seven in the evening, reminding you that the cafe closed when the clock struck eight.

A woman in her mid-thirties emerged from behind the counter, tipping her cap in greeting before asking if you needed assistance. You gestured to Cat Sylus, briefly explaining, “My boyfriend and I had been playing for quite some time. I stepped away to answer nature’s call, but when I returned, he had been transformed into a Cat. So, I’m hoping we can find a way to turn him back into a human.”

The woman clasped her hands together after listening to your story and reassured you, “This isn’t anything new for us. The cafe kitties have cursed people before, especially if they’re irritated. Just last week, a purple-haired, pettish man was cursed to turn into a cat as well. However, his girlfriend seemed far more concerned than you, as it turned out her boyfriend had a strong distaste for the very animal he had transformed into. You don’t need to worry too much though—the curse could wear off anywhere between a few hours and a day. If your boyfriend hasn’t reverted to his human form by tomorrow afternoon, you can bring him back here, and we’ll see what we can do.” 

She reached out to pet Cat Sylus, but he had other ideas. He ducked beneath her raised hand and hopped off the counter, quickly standing between your legs. The two of you shared mildly awkward smiles as you nudged him lightly with your foot, waving off his antics. “He’s even more complicated as a Cat, sorry.” You carefully gathered him up in your arms and placed him inside your backpack, leaving the zipper slightly open so he could breathe and poke his head out to take in his surroundings. After offering a polite farewell to the employee, you boarded Sylus’s motorcycle, securing your helmet in place. You glanced over your shoulder one last time to make sure he was comfortable before revving the engine and heading off toward the N109 zone.

You put Cat Sylus down on the black marble floors of his mansion, watching him stretch and meow softly. The sound immediately pulled Luke and Kieran out of their video game trance. They leaped off the sofa and rushed over to where Cat Sylus stood. Simultaneously, the twins pointed at the white ball of fur and asked, “What is this?”

“A cat,” you deadpanned, kicking off your shoes before scooping up Cat Sylus and strolling over to the sofa.

Your boyfriend’s most loyal henchmen—your children in all but legal names—followed you closely, sitting down beside you. You could practically feel their curiosity radiating off them in waves. Kieran was the first to speak, “Yeah, but where did you find it? Why is it here?” Luke chimed in between Kieran’s question, “Does boss-man know about this? What are you planning, missus?”

You pressed your hands over your ears in an exaggerated motion, pulling them away only when they got the hint and stopped their relentless barrage of questions. You gestured toward Cat Sylus, who had now settled comfortably on the armchair where he usually sat. With a matter-of-fact tone, you explained, “That is Sylus himself. We were playing kitty cards for far too long, and it ended up angering the Meow Cafe’s kitties, who cursed Sylus to turn into a Cat. The curse should wear off soon enough.”

The twins’ mouths formed an ‘o’ as they nodded in unison, their eyes fixed on their boss-turned-cat. They could have said so much more, even teased Sylus endlessly, but the scarlet-tinted glare directed at them was the only thing keeping them in check. It carried the unspoken threat of impending doom once he reverted back, should they dare utter a single word.

The twins settled for a half-hearted salute to Cat Sylus before scurrying away to their rooms after concluding that it was for the best if they left their boss in the best mood. You had an arm draped over your eyes and that was probably why you didn’t notice your Cat boyfriend straightening with gradual zeal when his beady crimson eyes fell upon a shiny earring that lay between the beak of his own creation, Mephisto. 

Your body had practically melted into the soft, plush leather after such a chaotic day when you suddenly felt it—silence. It was unusually quiet, and the absence of noise made your brow furrow in confusion. Slowly, you lifted your arm from your face and gasped in disbelief as your eyes took in the scene before you. Mephisto was frolicking around at Cat Sylus, who was curled up on the center table, a diamond earring resting under his left paw. Every so often, he swatted lazily at the mechanical crow as though it were nothing more than a bothersome fly.

Upon noticing that you were awake, Mephisto flew over and perched himself on your shoulder, cawing loudly as if to explain his dilemma—Cat Sylus had stolen from his precious collection. You gently patted the top of Mephisto’s head in understanding before prodding your Cat-boyfriend to coax him into opening his eyes. He peeked up at you with one ruby eye, a lazy smirk tugging at his muzzle, before closing both eyes again as if you were some lowly peasant unworthy of his attention. You huffed in mild offense, silently noting how, even in his feline form, Sylus still managed to maintain the same aloof mannerisms.

You poked him again, clicking your tongue. "Sylus, this won't do. Give Mephisto back the earring. Why are you even taking from his collection?"

At last, Cat Sylus opened his eyes, and you had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from melting—an almost impossible task, considering he was looking at you with those big, innocent eyes. He nudged the earring toward you with his muzzle and meowed sweetly. If you hadn’t melted before, you were certainly a puddle now. You nearly cooed, realizing that he was offering the earring to you, his beloved.

You picked up the earring and handed it to Mephisto, allowing the crow to fly off to his secret collection hideout. Then, you turned your attention back to Cat Sylus. You stroked his forehead affectionately, watching as he slow-blinked up at you. With a fond tone, you spoke, “I appreciate it, Sylus. But maybe it’s best to let Mephisto have it since the earring isn’t in its pair. Come on, let’s go to bed—it’s late.”

You walked to your shared bedroom, Cat Sylus trailing behind you. After freshening up, you decided to clean him with a wet napkin and even brought him a large bowl of lukewarm milk, knowing he would prefer it to cat food. You chuckled when you noticed his silvery muzzle dripping with milk, the contrast stark, like white crayon on white paper.

When you finally settled onto your back, Cat Sylus wasted no time, curling up on top of you, his tiny form resting gently on your chest with his tail wrapped around himself. You smiled tiredly, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose and giving him a few belly rubs before drifting off into sleep.

You awoke to a heavier weight on your chest than the night before. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning light. A familiar brush of knuckles moved your hair away from your face, and as you looked up, your gaze met your lover's—human once again. The corners of his lips curled into a Cheshire grin as his ruby eyes roved over your face. You breathed in recognition and murmured, “Sylus.”

“Hello to you too, sweetie. Missed me, hm?” he drawled, and you shook your head in playful denial, teasing him.

He was lying shirtless, his chin resting on your sternum, dressed in grey sweatpants—likely after he’d shifted back while you were still asleep. You let your fingers weave through his bed-tousled strands, and in response, he nuzzled into your chest. You let out a huff of laughter and asked, “Sylus?”

He didn’t stop his ministrations, and with a playful tone, he supplied, “I hope I didn’t lose my cat privileges just because I’m not a cat anymore.”

You held back a shudder when he pressed a peck to your clothed cleavage and pulled him up to your eye level by his hair and replied, “Not at all.” He grinned devilishly before sealing your lips with his and what followed after could only be guessed.

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Imagine being a lamb!hybrid, the gentle bleating of the lamb echoed through the tranquil meadow as you grazed peacefully on the lush, verdant grass. Your soft, fluffy fleece caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above, giving you a halo of warmth and innocence. The lamb's small, hooved feet padded softly over the dew-kissed earth as you meandered about, plucking tender shoots and blades with your mouth. (A not so great idea, the lamb brain isn't that bright.)

Suddenly, the ground beneath your hooves gave way with a sickening snap. A hidden trap, cleverly concealed by the hunter, sprung closed around your dainty leg, the iron jaws biting deep into your tender flesh. Kicking and struggling, your cries of distress pierce the once-peaceful air.

You bleated in pain and fear, your struggles only tightening the cruel trap that held you fast. Tears of anguish streamed down your soft, cheeks as the hunter emerged from the underbrush, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement at his catch.

"Well now, what do we have here?" The hunter drawled, circling the trapped lamb with a wicked grin. "A pretty little lamb, all alone and caught in my snare. What a lucky day for me~!" He reached out a calloused hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to meet his hungry gaze.

You trembled and shivered as you stared up at the hunter, your heart pounding in fear. You could sense the dark, lustful thoughts brewing behind his eyes as he drank in the sight of your helpless, trembling form. Tears of sadness and dread welled up in your eyes as you realized the fate that awaited you.

"Shhh, don't cry now, little lambie," the hunter cooed mockingly, his fingers stroking over your cheek and tracing the delicate curve of your lip. "I'll take good care of you... in my own special way."

Shuddering, you tried to pull away from his touch, but the trap held fast, keeping you in place as the hunter's hand slid lower, his fingers curling possessively around your throat. you could feel the heat of his palm searing your skin.

The hunter chuckled darkly as he felt the lamb's pulse racing beneath his fingertips, relishing the way you trembled at his touch. His other hand slid down your side.

"You're a pretty little morsel, aren't you?" the hunter growled, his voice thick with a rising lust. "Soft and tender and sweet... I bet you'll make a tasty little meal."

"I-I'm not tasty!" You sobbed, knowing that you were utterly at the mercy of this cruel, heartless man. As his hands continued to paw and grope at your body, feeling a shameful, unwanted heat beginning to kindle in your loins. The hunter's touch was violating and vile, but it ignited a spark of unholy desire within that made you ache with mortification.

"Haha, I was just kidding~ it'd be a waste to eat something like you."

The hunter grinned as he felt the your body responding to his touch, his grip tightening as he ground his hips roughly against the soft, plush globes of your ass. You froze. You could feel the thick, hard bulge of his manhood pressing insistently against your flesh, and a wave of sickening dread and reluctant arousal washed over you.

"What a naughty little lamb you are," the hunter laughed cruelly, giving you a sharp, stinging slap on your bum. "Getting all hot and bothered already, even as you cry and beg so prettily. Don't worry, sweet thing... I'll give you exactly what you need."

You could only whimper and shake your head in miserable denial, tears flowing freely down as the hunter began to tug and pull at the tender, soft flesh of your thighs. You knew that you were lost, forsaken and damned, claimed for the hunter's darkest lusts... and some treacherous part of her almost welcomed it.

Almost.

[dmercer91]

can we get a part 2 of luke liking jacks best friend??? maybe where they end up together 🤭

got the girl, lh43

in which luke's behaviour finally clicks and you mess with him until he can admit his feelings out loud (2.0k)

soft, almost needy/naive luke is becoming my favourite cause i love me a boy that's deeply reliant on his snuggles despite being tall and man shaped. a little unproofread and a little silly in the middle, for flavour

when you woke up, you found yourself tucked under lukes arm, your face now a little hidden into his neck so that he could be far up enough on the bed that his legs didn't teeter the edge.

he was sound asleep, a little less of a morning person than you despite his hectic schedule during most of the year.

the summer was his time to sleep until ludicrous hours, and you took note throughout the years that he always took advantage.

he was always the last one of the brothers to hobble downstairs for breakfast, sleep frequently prominent in his eyes and his hair a tangled mess of his curls that were drying out due to the lake water and lack of caring for.

so you let him rest, carefully untangling yourself from his grasp and heading to wash your face, and brush your teeth. it would be a while before quinn was up, usually the most responsible brother who knew that if he got up early enough he could poach some of your breakfast and have a little while of peace in the gym or front yard.

you cleaned up some of the water bottles that had been left in the living room from the night prior, folding the throw blankets and fixing up the pillows before starting to cook your breakfast, deciding on a simple one for today; eggs, toast and some fruit.

what you didn't expect was to hear the creak of the stairs within a few seconds of you frying your eggs, your eyebrows furrowing as you examined the microwave for the time.

a little early for quinn, but you figured it was him anyways. "quinny?" you said, your voice travelling far enough to make it to the stairs but not to make its way upstairs and wake anyone.

when he didn't answer, you turned your head and saw that it was luke, rubbing exhaust from his eyes and sleepily making his way over to you.

you smiled, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and tug you into him, and sharp whine echoing into your ear as he saw that you were cooking breakfast.

"it's so early.. come back to bed w' me," he pleaded, tugging you away from the oven and pawing at the knobs of the stove, trying to turn it off.

you giggled, adjusting his arms on you and turning back to your pan, shaking your head.

"i'm making my breakfast, lukey. i can make you some, hm?" he shook his head, tucking his face into your neck as if the natural morning light was too harsh on his eyes.

his arms unravelled from your waist, hands planting on your hips and soothing up and down, pulling your shirt up on your waist a little with each passing.

you bit your lip, his actions from now and last night finally coming together in your brain.

snuggling up with you, staring at you instead of watching a movie he picked out, agreeing to spend the night with you, calling you baby by accident. you weren't sure how you hadn't picked up on it before.

everything was confirmed for you when the stairs croaked once again, now under the feet of the eldest hughes brother. when he saw you, luke still trying to pry your attention away from anything that wasn't him, his face lit with an amused smile.

he knew

you started to ponder on if jack knew, or even trevor and alex. if everyone was painfully aware of luke's eyes always being trained on you and decided to keep it from you.

you blinked back into reality, turning off the stove and plating your eggs. "lu?" you mumbled, offhandedly like you had a question you'd been meaning to ask him for some time, even though it only just come to you.

he hummed, hopeful eyes peeking up at you and his hands coming to a halt. "how about you go get ready and ill make you some breakfast, n' we can have it out on the boat," you murmured, cupping his head in your hand and playing with his curls.

you were gonna see how long it took until he broke, admitted how he'd been feeling.

you watched as his eyes dilated, scanning down to your lips with a deer in headlights-esque look of infatuation. he licked his lips, eyes darting back up to yours as soon as he caught his own staring.

he then nodded, blinking away the evident look of euphoria on his face at the feeling of your hands in his hair.

"oh," he murmured, still nodding along to your question. it was like he was under a spell. "okay," he finished, your hand retreating from his curls and pressing to his chest.

"i'll meet you out there, alright? gotta change once i'm done making your food," you instructed, earning one last nod of confirmation before he finally tore his body away from yours and lugged himself back upstairs and towards his own room.

"don't tell me you're gonna do this until he tells you himself," quinn's voice came from behind you once luke's bedroom door was shut and he couldn't hear the conversation.

"what's the fun in telling him i know? and plus, you can't tell me you didn't love watching that," you gestured to where luke had been standing, calling back to the blindingly obvious pining that the older brother had watched from the stairs.

he nodded a little, smile cracking at his lips as he took the plate of food you had already made for yourself.

you glared at him, mixing together another couple eggs into your bowl now that yours were gone.

"what! they would've been cold by the time you got to the boat anyways," he defended, shovelling a fork full of eggs into his mouth and sitting down at the island.

"y/n?" he asked, swallowing his bite.

you hummed, looking back at him as you poured the eggs into the pan. "you won't just lead him on, will you? like, you feel the same," he asked quietly, eyes avoiding yours after a quick second of eye contact.

your lips pulled back into a smile at his attempt at nonchalant protectiveness over his youngest brother, and you shook your head. "silly question. remember the girl who's face i shoved into a pile of snow? when we were kids?" you recalled, and quinn chuckled.

"yeah. i guess he's kinda always been yours," he stated, much more comfortable now that he knew two of his favourite people would soon stop dancing around each others requited feelings.

when the stairs could be heard again, you were expecting luke, but instead you saw your best friend, gloomy as he stared at you.

"you watched top gun without me, and you had our movie night with my little brother," he pouted, going up to you and ruffling your hair, tugging you into a side hug.

"even?" he asked, looking down at you hopefully.

"you threw me into the pool while i was wearing white. and zegras was there. even," you stuck your hand out, watching as he bashfully took it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

"not my brightest impulse decision, i have to admit," he sighed, reaching over your head for a plate and stealing the toast that had come out of the toaster, then some eggs.

you gave him the same glare you'd sent quinn, earning a similarly mischievous grin.

"why'd you make so much if s' not for me?" he wiggled his eyebrows, eyeing luke's bedroom door.

you rolled your eyes, a response you seemed to have needed to resort to one too many times this morning. for future reference, you'd keep in mind that one brother at a time for this hour of the morning was more than enough.

"her and lukey have a breakfast boat date," quinn teased, the two of them looking at each other with excited looks, both with hints of relief that something finally stirred between you and luke.

"at long last was getting a little long, munchkin. good for you," he kissed your forehead, sitting next to quinn at the counter.

"you're both just.. so insufferable" you grumbled, now having to finish off the carton of eggs you'd been using since two plate fulls had been stolen from you.

you popped more toast into the toaster, frowning at the empty plate of strawberries you’d cut up and grabbing the container of unsliced ones to make up some more.

switching focus back to the eggs, you scrambled them up and shook the pan around, ensuring a more even cook.

then, thing one and thing two came jogging downstairs in a full fledged conversation at the top of their lungs

“no, no. i totally kicked your a- ooh, fruit,“ he went to grab a piece of strawberry, earning a slap on the hand.

you spun around, spatula drawn like a sword at his face

“zegras, if you touch my food, this spatula is going down your throat.” his eyes went wide for a second, index finger pointing to your utensil and slowly lowering it down

“i liked you better yesterday,” he grinned, winking and grabbing an apple from the fridge, tossing one to alex. “touchy, this morning.” he grumbled under his breath as you glared at jack

“come on, man. you’re gonna get my top gun privileges revoked. again,” jack got up to put his plate away, shoving trevor’s shoulder on the way by.

“i like that that’s what you’re worried about, that’s really cool of you, j.” you rolled your eyes once more, finally greeting alex with a ruffle of his hair.

then finally, after the string of hockey boys coming down to steal your breakfast, each adorned with bottomless pits for stomachs- luke made his way back to the kitchen. he was now in a hoodie and swim shorts, his hair wet from his shower.

“could you finish up plating everything, lu? your brothers stole our original plates so i’m running a little behind,” you smiled sarcastically as the two eldest waved to you

luke chuckled, nodding and taking your place in front of the stove.

while you changed, he finished cutting up the fruit, he put whatever spreads you’d taken out on the toast, and he split the eggs.

when he was done, he turned to see his brothers, along with trevor, alex and cole- who came down as you went back up, staring at him.

he turned his shoulders inward, suddenly a little too self aware.

“.. what?” quinn grinned, cole coming to pat him on the back as he made his own meal.

“look who finally got the girl,” trevor teased, alex wiggling his eyebrows after taking a bite of his apple.

he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at jack who nodded in confirmation.

“i got the girl?” he asked softly, arms falling to his sides, slightly limp in his state of shock.

“yeah, you did.” you smiled from the entrance to the kitchen, coming up and massaging his shoulder a little.

“you are no fun,” you pointed at quinn, who raised his hands in defence.

“what? why?” luke asked, looking down at you with his head tilted adorably.

“i was gonna mess with you just a little longer. wanted you to admit it,” you grinned, hand on his abs

he smiled a little, pecking your lips.

you tugged at him, grabbing your plate and nodding to his.

“c’mon, now.” you pulled him towards to patio door.

the boys whistled after the two of you and you giggled, looking back to see jack with a proud, almost bashful smile. his favourite people, this’d mean a lot to him even if he never said it.

to save face, the last thing you heard from him on your way out of the back was ‘wear protection!’

you shook your head with a smile, turning to luke now that you couldn’t be seen.

“my lukey,” you murmured, cupping his face and kissing him softly, still more intense now that there wasn’t an audience.

he nodded into your kiss, returning the favour with a hint of desperation.

“my girl,”

[keery0s]

| sleeping beauty |

part 2

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve dry humps the reader in his sleep

warnings: smut (18+) • dry humping • somnophilia(?)

notes: just a short little something :) my first fic so have some grace 😭

You sigh as Steve paws at your hips, his nimble fingers digging into your soft flesh as he ruts against you here and there. You winced as he pressed a little harder, knowing you would be littered with small bruises by morning. He held onto you for dear life as he groaned into your ear;

“Please…” He begs, soft and sweet.

Steve was a rather imaginative dreamer. Most nights you found yourself awoken by his persistent cries of your name, pleading for more of whatever erotic scenes played in his sleep. He would rub against whatever was near, unconsciously seeking any kind of stimulation.

“More…” He whispers, voice dripping with want. You would be more agitated by the unknowing disruption of your slumber if his pleas didn’t sound like heaven echoing in your mind. Your eyes close as you try not to focus on the warmth of need turning in your stomach, quickly traveling between your thighs.

“Please…P-Please..” He chants, clothed cock nestling against your ass. His hands are now all over you, touching any inch of skin within his grasp as he grows more desperate. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder as he grinds against you, his hard cock twitching beneath his boxers. He wraps his arm around your waist and pushes his hips further into you, moving harder and faster, his mumbles and groans turning into whimpers and cries.

“Feels so good…” He whines as he chases his pleasure. You let out a shaky breath as his moans grow louder, his release almost within reach. “Need you- so- oh god…” He babbles, struggling to form a coherent sentence while asleep. You shift onto your back, needing to feel some sort of relief as the ache in your core grows with each moan from Steve. He instinctively settles between your legs, his body drawn to the heat emanating from you. You let out a broken moan as he rocks against you, the friction between clothing making your vision hazy. You try to focus on his bare shoulders scattered with moles and freckles as his movements turn sloppy and frantic. You knew he was close and you wanted nothing more than for him to tremble above you, brows furrowing as he finally let go.

“Let it out baby...” You beg as you hold onto him, hoping your words somehow make their way into his dreamstate.

“F-Fuck!” He lets out a high pitched moan as his hips sputter, grinding coming to a halt as his orgasm washes over him. He sighs as he goes limp, his weight sinking onto you completely. You pant as you feel his cock twitching against you, his cum seeping through his underwear onto your soaking panties. He rolls off of you, back to his quiet snores and drooling as he slowly comes down from his high. As you admire the wild strands of hair laid against his pillow, you climb onto him, straddling his thigh.

My turn…

[minminbunny]

Um. Can we please have more alpha hyunjin x omega reader? bc I just read your recent one and omfg 😵‍💫🫶🏻

Werewolf AU - Alpha! Hwang Hyunjin/Unpresented Gender Neutral! Reader

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"The berries look ripe this season," you whispered, picking them. You hummed, filling up your basket with different herbs and fruits, not realizing your entered the wolves territory. A loud deep growl grumbles through the forest ground. Your ears perked up at the sound, your tail puffed up with fear. "Fuck," you whispered, gripping your basket as you started to sprint. You could hear wolf paws chasing after you, "No, no, no," you whimpered, pushing yourself harder to sprint. Hyunjin growled, determined to figure out why there's a stray on their land. You kept running, not bothering to look behind. He jumped onto the tree, his speed was faster by tenfold. "Ah!" you yelped when he landed a few feet in front of you. Hyunjin pounced before you had the chance to sprint again.

Your basket fell from your grasp, the herbs and berries you picked fell back to the ground you picked them from. Hyunjin pinned you down his snout sniffling your scent gland, "Unpresented stray," he gruff, his voice threatening. You hiccuped a sob, knowing it'd be useless to fight against a full fledged wolf, "I don't mean harm. I swear. I just wanted to pick the herbs," you sniffled, pointing to the fallen basket. Hyunjin felt guilt ache his heart, "Looks like you're telling the truth," he murmured, getting off you. "My basket," you hiccuped, hoping the things you picked are still okay. Hyunjin shifted back to his human self, his body nude and exposed, "Like what you see, stray?" he chuckled, seeing you cover your face with your palms. You picked up the basket, "I'll get going now," you whispered, limping with each step. Hyunjin sighed and shifted back, "Get on, I'll bring you to the pack med," he said, bending low. You gulped, "Are you sure?" you asked, staring at him. Hyunjin nodded, "Yes," he said, sprinting back to the pack when he felt you hang on tight.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"Hyunjin, hah, ah," you gasped, pumping your fingers in and out of your slicked walls. Your scent seeped into every fabric around you. "More, please, more," you whimpered, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. Hyunjin growled when he entered the hut. Your scent filled the whole space, "Fucking hell, sweetheart. I can smell you from here," he cursed, opening your door. The lewd sounds of your slick squelched as you desperately pumped your fingers in and out of your leaky hole. The potency of your arousal spurred Hyunjin's cock rock hard, "Sweetie, sweetheart, please. Let me sink my fucking cock in you," he rasped, undressing all his clothes.

You whimpered, spreading apart your messy hole, "Need you, Jinnie," you hiccuped, your body burning with arousal. Hyunjin aligned his throbbing girthy cockhead with your hole, "You're mine," he grunted, easing his cock into your virgin hole. You sobbed at the breach, his cockhead stretched your tiny hole apart to the brim, "Alpha, alpha, too big," you cried, leaking more and more slick as your body accommodated his size. Hyunjin groaned at the searing heat engulfing his shaft, "Shh, shh. I know, sweetheart," he cooed, slowly thrusting his hips. You hiccuped with each thrust, his cock filled your hole with delicious pleasure.

Hyunjin growled, defiling your tight hole, "You're my pretty prey. All mine, little sweet," he said, thrusting slow and deep. He wanted you to feel every drag of his vein cock engrave itself within your ribbed walls. You sniffled, the love flowing between the both of you burning warmth. Hyunjin kissed away your tears, "Alpha will fuck you nice and deep, sweetheart. Then we can cuddle up like we always do, hm?" he whispered kissing your cheek. You clenched hard around his cock, "Please," you begged, submitting to him. Hyunjin smirked, "Of course, sweetheart. Anything you beg for," he said, picking up the pace as he began thrusting harder and deeper.

[phoenixblaze1412]

halloaa, i was the anon who asked for dottore as our father, and it was pretty cute! can i request something the same, where we were playing around in his lab then we accidentally turned into a cat after knocking a random chemical, how would our father (dottore) react? thank youuuuu!! (father dottore has been in my mind for a while now tehee)

Of course^^

Cat-astrophe.

You didn't know exactly what happened. You were only playing a board game with the segments, your current caretakers, in the laboratory while your father is busy attending a meeting. Now here you are running away from the chaos Gamma, Theta and Beta had caused that you didn't see where you were running to.

This caused you to harshly bump into a nearby work desk, the vial placed on top of it fell over as the concoction poured itself over your head all the way to your small figure. A loud explosion occurred, smoke filling inside the room as you felt yourself becoming more smaller than usual when you noticed your surroundings got a bit bigger than what you remembered.

Your ears quickly caught the sound of multiple footsteps coming inside the laboratory as the voices of the other segments echoed inside the room and calling for your name. Theta and Beta kept calling out your name as they tried to find your tiny figure within the smoke, worried that you may have been caught in whatever the explosion was.

You tried to call out to the segments but all that escaped from your throat was a small mewl. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked down at yourself only to see your hands and feet have become paws. You tried to move around when you accidentally stepped on a glass shard from a broken test tube, the glass sinking deep into your paw as blood started to spill, making you panic and cry for help.

"Is it just me or am I hearing a cat?"

"You're not the only one, besides no one is even allowed to bring a pet here without anyone's knowledge."

"I remember hearing something bump.. it could probably be (Y/n)?"

Omega let out an annoyed sigh as he turned on the ventilation system to get rid of the smoke. Once the smoke cleared up, the segments found a small kitten mewling on the floor. What caught their attention was the kitten's red eyes and its blue fur.

"....(Y/n)?"

The segments watched as the kitten mewled in response to the name, making them both shocked and surprised at what happened to their creator's child.

Gamma quickly walked up towards you and picked up your tiny form. He was both panicking and gushing at how cute you are as a feline.

"They're so tiny and their fur is so soft!"

"Don't just hog them all to yourself, let us see as well!"

You tried to get out of the segments' grasp since their hold on you was adding more pressure to your wound and sinking the shard even deeper than before, making you let out a hiss. You tried to tell the segments to stop and let you go but couldn't due to your current situation.

"What are you idiots doing? Why is the laboratory a mess?"

All the segments halted in their positions as their heads turned to see Dottore glaring at them from the doorway. Dottore raised a brow, usually when he comes back he would see you running up to him but now, you're nowhere to be found.

"Where is (Y/n)?"

The segments looked at one another, speaking telephatically to each other before pushing Gamma to the front.

"You see... little (Y/n) became a kitten."

"What."

Gamma held you out towards your father, you sat upon the segment's open palms. You looked at your father, happiness bubbling inside you knowing that he's here and knows how to turn you back, your tail subconsciously swishing back and forth. Dottore picked you up by the scruff of your neck as he inspected your feline form before letting out a sigh.

"I want this place cleaned up when I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes!"

Dottore adjusted his hold on you so you were being carried between his palms instead. He brought you to his office before placing you down on his work desk as he sat down in front of you.

"Unfortunately, my child, you were doused with a cat transformation potion from one of my old concoctions. How fortunate for you, it wasn't the one that turns you into a worm. Not to worry, the effects will last within an hour or two."

Your father explained while you let out a small mewl in reply as you started to limp towards him. Dottore noticed the droplets of blood staining the papers on his desk as he quickly grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his eye level. He lightly poked and prodded at you, searching for the cause of your bleeding.

When Dottore held your injured paw, you immediately let out a hiss and without knowing it, you roughly bit down on your father's finger. Dottore bit the inside of his cheek, not bothered at all from the bite as he tried to calm you down by stroking your chin with his thumb. A small purr escaped from your throat as you pulled away from the bite to nuzzle to your father's touch.

While you were distracted, Dottore noticed the glass shard on your paw as he grabbed a tweezer from his drawers. Once he made sure you were calmed, your father held your forelimb as he pulled the shard away from your paw using his tweezers before placing a small bandage on your wound.

"Not in pain anymore, little one?"

You nodded in reply to your father's question. Feeling guilty for biting his finger, you nuzzled your head to the wounded finger.

"Ah, ah, ah... don't even try to lick my wound, child. Who knows if you have rabies."

Dottore teased with a grin as he booped your small nose before picking you up and placing you upon his lap so he can sign the documents given to him.

"You may rest if you wish, little one. The potion will wear off soon and you'll be back to your normal self."

Happy with the news, you settled against your father's lap, making yourself comfortable as you soon fell asleep. Dottore let out a small hum when he noticed you were already sleeping as he petted your head while signing the rest of his papers needed.

[moonselune]

Also halsin and astarion x werewolf gf

Didn't know if you wanted separate or poly so I went for separate for now....

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin x Werewolf Girlfriend

The forest was quiet, the usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures stilled by the presence of the full moon. You stood at the edge of the camp, your body trembling as the transformation began. Halsin, ever the attentive lover, was by your side, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos within you.

"It's alright, my love," he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. "Let it come. I'll be here."

You nodded, grateful for his presence. Halsin had been a constant source of support since you had first revealed your lycanthropy to him. His extensive knowledge of nature and the balance it required had given him a unique understanding of your condition.

As the change took over, you dropped to all fours, your senses sharpening and your muscles rippling with newfound strength. Halsin watched with a mixture of fascination and respect, never once looking away.

Once the transformation was complete, you stood before him, a towering werewolf with eyes that still held the spark of the woman he loved. Halsin stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the fur along your neck.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. "You are a marvel of nature, my love."

You rumbled in response, the sound a mix of a growl and a purr. Halsin’s acceptance meant everything to you. He had shown you that your lycanthropy was not something to be feared, but rather a part of who you were—wild and untamed, yet deeply connected to the natural world.

With a nod, Halsin stepped back, giving you the space to explore your surroundings. You took off into the forest, your senses alive with the scents and sounds of the night. Halsin followed at a respectful distance in bear form, always nearby but allowing you the freedom you needed.

As the night wore on, however, you couldn't stop yourself from toying with Halsin, and soon enough the inevitable roughhousing began.

Halsin, with his massive frame and powerful claws, matched your every move with grace and power. Despite the playful nature of your sparring, there was an unspoken understanding between you two—this was not just a game, but a way to reaffirm your bond with each other and with the primal forces that governed your lives.

You lunged forward, teeth bared in a mock attack, and Halsin responded with a playful swat of his paw. He circled you, his movements fluid and sure-footed, always keeping an eye on your position. The moonlight dappled through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across your fur and Halsin's thick coat.

With a sudden burst of speed, you pounced, aiming for Halsin's hindquarters. He twisted at the last moment, avoiding your grasp, and countered with a gentle swipe of his paw that sent you tumbling to the forest floor. You rolled with the impact, quickly scrambling to your feet, your tail wagging in excitement.

Halsin rumbled with laughter, a deep sound that reverberated through the clearing. He lowered his head in a playful challenge, his eyes bright and mischievous. You met his gaze, a fierce grin splitting your wolfish face, and launched yourself at him again.

The two of you continued to wrestle and play under the watchful gaze of the moon, the air filled with the scent of earth and foliage, and the sounds of joyous growls and playful snarls.

As the night wore on and the moon began its descent, you felt the familiar tug of exhaustion setting in. Your movements slowed, and Halsin, sensing your weariness, gentled his play. He nudged you with his massive snout, a silent invitation to rest.

You collapsed onto the soft mossy ground, panting heavily but content. Halsin settled beside you, his bulk providing a comforting presence. The adrenaline of the night's play began to ebb, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction and peace.

The moon dipped below the horizon, and with its departure, the transformation began to reverse. Your muscles twitched and shifted, bones realigning as you reverted back to your human form. Halsin watched over you with quiet reverence, his bear form shimmering and dissolving into his druidic human shape.

When the transformation was complete, you lay there beside each other, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness of the moment. Halsin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers.

"You were magnificent, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm always in awe of your strength."

You smiled up at him, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you. "And you, my dear Halsin, are the most wonderful companion I could ever ask for."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion x Werewolf Girlfriend

The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting an eerie glow over the clearing. You stood in the center, your breathing ragged as the familiar itch began to take over. Astarion leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ready for another wild night, darling?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You shot him a glare, though there was no real heat behind it. Astarion had a way of making even the most difficult situations feel lighter. "You could be a little more sympathetic, you know."

Astarion shrugged, pushing off the tree and walking over to you. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, I like seeing you like this. So... primal."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. Astarion had always been fascinated by your transformations, finding beauty in the raw power that came with being a werewolf.

As the change began, Astarion stepped back, giving you the space you needed. Your bones shifted, your muscles expanded, and within moments, you stood before him in your full werewolf form. The hunger and wildness of the beast were tempered by the love you felt for the vampire watching you with such intense focus.

"Magnificent," Astarion murmured, his eyes raking over your form. He approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to stroke your fur. "You know, I think you might be even more captivating like this."

You growled softly, a sound of both warning and affection. Astarion laughed, the sound low and rich. "Easy, my love. I'm here to help."

Despite his teasing, Astarion had always been a steady presence during your transformations. He knew how to keep you grounded, his words and touch a tether to your human side. He moved closer, his hands gentle as they traced patterns in your fur.

"Let's go for a hunt," he suggested, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "It'll help you burn off some of that energy."

You nodded, your senses already honing in on the sounds of the forest. Astarion grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, and together you set off into the night. The thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration of the chase—it was a part of you that Astarion understood and accepted.

As the night wore on, you returned to camp, your body aching but your spirit soaring. Astarion was there, as he always was, to help you transition back, his touch and presence a constant reminder of his love for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you enjoyed these !! - Seluney

[gay-dorito-dust]

Any chance Johnny Storm x reader? Johnny gifted the reader a puppy, please?

The golden furred pup within Johnny’s arms was restless as he made it towards your shared room, where he knew you were taking a power nap, as a smile rose on his lips when he looked down at the energetic golden retriever he had gotten for you.

‘I’m excited too little bud but could you maybe not nip my fingers?’ He says and the puppy stops nibbling on his fingers for a moment, it’s head tilted to the side, as though contemplating before continuing to nibble on his fingers. Johnny couldn’t help but laugh at this and press a kiss to the top of the puppy’s head, right between the puppy’s floppy ears, knowing damn well he could exactly stay mad at the little guy for expressing his emotions the only way it knows how.

Johnny also knew that if he couldn’t stay mad at the dog for long, neither would you as you would probably spoil the dog rotten, even letting it get away with stealing food from your plate if it were to ever give you the puppy eyes. All these thoughts of future events with you, him and your newest addition to the family came to the forefront of his mind in a flurry, and it only made Johnny all the more eager to burst open the door and show you the puppy; however he also had to remember that you weren’t exactly fond of being woken up from your nap, as he had quickly learnt from the past couple of times where he did unceremoniously awoken you without a good reason.

Reed, Sue and Ben had asked Johnny what was the reasoning behind getting a puppy when he was barely there half the time to take care of it due to the missions they’ve been going on recently.Johnny’s response to this by saying that the puppy wasn’t for him but for you, a companion for you when he was away as he knew how you hated being alone, and he hated that you felt like that so he had decided weeks ago that he’d get you a puppy; and get you a puppy he did though he didn’t dare name it as he though that right would be reserved for you.

It took a while for him to actually get the golden retriever, but it was all worth it the moment Johnny laid eyes on the little guy and knew that you’d love the shit of out him just as much as he would.

‘My partner is on the other side of this door fast asleep, do you think you could spare me the hellfire by being all cute and licking their face?’ Johnny then asks the pup in his arms, who looked up at him and let out a soft bark as an answer with a tail that was wagging faster than Johnny’s eyes could see with excitement.

‘Good because you’re on little guy.’ He then tells the golden retriever as he opens the door to his room slowly and lets the dog from his grasp, watching as the little guy makes his way towards you on the bed, managing to climb up the bed covers and towards you where it began licking your face. It didn’t take long for you to wake up once the dog began to lick you, especially when it’s hot breath fanned your face to bring you into the land of the conscious, only to see into the deep brown eyes of perhaps the cutest golden retriever puppy you had ever seen.

‘A puppy?’ You said groggily as you sat up with the golden pup eagerly clambering on your lap, steadying it’s front paws on your chest so it could continue licking your face as it’s tail wags itself into a blur. ‘Well ain’t you a handsome lad, where did you come from cutie because you couldn’t have just come from my dreams now did you?’ You gently cooed as you scratched him between his ears, smiling when you watched it lean into your touch and start licking at your hand and fingers as it got to know your scent.

‘That would be me.’ Johnny said from the doorway he was leaning on with a smirk.

You huffed. ‘You sent in a puppy to wake me because you were too much of a coward to wake me yourself I see?’ You joked as your boyfriend joined you and the puppy on the bed.

‘I think we both remember things differently here sweetheart, I don’t wake you up anymore because you try to kill me, not because I’m cowardly and have to have a dog do it for me or as you like to claim.’ Johnny replies as he leaned over to kiss your forehead. ‘But it’s nice to see you’ve finally decided to join us from your little nap, even if it was to the cute dog I had gotten for you slobbering all over you.’

Your eyes widened upon hearing this as you cradled the pup in your arms where it would wriggle restlessly, only to stop to instead start to nibble at your fingers playfully, not that you minded anyway. ‘You got me this bundle of fluff?’

‘Yep.’

‘Why?’ You asked.

Johnny shrugs. ‘I’m on missions most of the time and I remember that you don’t like being lonely, so I got you this little guy,’ Johnny stops to boop the puppy in your arms on the nose, ‘so that you wouldn’t have to be lonely anymore and try to wait up for me when you shouldn’t have to.’ He adds with a look that was knowing about the fact you would stay up later then normal just to see him home safely, something he had told you not to do but something you frequently ignore because you miss him deeply.

‘Oh Johnny he’s beautiful and adorable, I love him.’ You say as you kiss the puppy several times across its muzzle and top of its head, giggling when it tries to reciprocate your kisses with licks of its tongue, before letting it on the bed so it could get use to its new home while you and Johnny talked. ‘More than me?’ Johnny then pouts and gives you his best impression of puppy eyes which only proved in making you laugh and holding his face between your hands as you rest your forehead again his.

‘Already jealous of the puppy are you Johnny?’ You teased as you caressed his cheeks with your thumbs as a smile grew across your face at how sweet and thoughtful your boyfriend could be, always thinking about you and your feelings over his one sometimes, and you couldn’t help but wish others saw Johnny the way you did but at the same time you were glad that you were the only one that got to see this version of him.

‘Never because I know that I’ll always be number one in your heart forever and always.’ He said with full confidence that it was enough to earn him a kiss on the cheek as you pulled him into your arms, positioning yourself in a way where you could both watch the curious puppy together as it chewed on your shoelaces.

‘I don’t know Johnny,’ you drew out as you rested your head atop of his one that was resting against your chest, ‘the puppy is a lot cuter than you so you might have some competition here.’ You joked as you felt Johnny cling onto you and groaning, but you knew he was smiling, you could feel it and see as the crowd feet near his eyes made an appearance.

‘Oh dear whatever will I do to.’ He playfully whines. ‘Tell me what I can do to stay number one in your heart sweetness.’

You smiled as you kiss the top of his blonde head and whispered. ‘Stay here with me and our little floppy eared son who’s tearing apart my shoe right now.’ Johnny leaned further into you, his smile growing wider as he felt his body relax in a way it only did within your presence and closed his eyes.

‘I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else sweetness.’

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I KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING RIGHT IN BETWEEN US!

I'M MOVING CLOSER BABY, WHY DON'T YOU SEEM TO CARE?

synopsis// “you’re going on a date?” “well yeah..it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything right?” “yeah..yes ofc not” “yeah” (prompt from @jasminesfury)

➚ pairing// choso x gn!reader ➚ word count// 3.2k

contents// suggestive—friends with benefits but nothing explicit/no actual smut, no curses!au, unknown mutual pining, both of u r just idiots tbh

notes// MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNN i need to get him pregnant soooo bad. on that note here's a low quality one shot from a low quality man. anyway! besides the prompt this was inspired by better by clairo (shivers)

Choso plops down next to you with a sigh, bringing the sheets up to cover his chest, and instead of cuddling up next to him like you normally do, you sit up and look around the room for your clothes. Once spotted, you snatch the sheets away from Choso and cover yourself with them, leaving him exposed instead.

“Y/n cmon,” he whines as the cold air leaves goosebumps across his bare body.

You hum, ignoring him as you slip your clothes back on, which quickly catches his attention.

“What are you doing?” He asks as he sits up and stares at you with half-lidded eyes; you’d almost consider them fuck-me eyes if you hadn’t already just done that.

"I'm getting dressed, Choso. What does it look like?"

“You’re not staying?”

"No, sorry, I know I usually spend the night after we..." You clear your throat awkwardly as you put on the last of your clothes. “...After we check in the benefits to our friendship, but I have plans tomorrow.”

A lazy smirk plays on his face. “You know you can just say after we fuck, right?”

"I'd rather not—I don't have a dirty mouth like you.”

“…are you sure about that cause you were just-“

“Do not finish that sentence if you ever want to see me naked again, Choso.”

“Got it,” he says, nodding curtly. “So what plans do you have tomorrow that are oh so important to be taking you from me?”

“Oh.” You look away, scratching your cheek awkwardly. "Um, I'm going on a date.”

Whatever small smirk Choso had been previously sporting falls—falls isn't even the correct word. It vanishes in thin air, one second there and gone the next, as quick and fleeting as the clap of a butterfly’s wings. “…you're going on a date?”

"Yeah, I mean..." Your head dips down, your hands now awkwardly fumbling with themselves as you look up at him through your lashes and mutter, "It's not like we’re exclusive or anything, right?”

"Yeah," he nods hesitantly, like he's not even really sure he should be nodding at all. "Yeah, of course not.”

“Yeah… Well…” You quickly clear his throat and approach him, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "Bye, Choso, I'm gonna get going! talk to you later?”

“Talk to you later, Y/n,” is all he says before you’re rushing out of his house.

The slam of his front door has him gasping, belatedly realizing he had started holding his breath sometime earlier to begin with. Choso feels like he might just vomit now that he's all too aware of everything that just happened and everything that’s currently happening within him. He practically jumps out of bed, stumbling a bit as he pulls on his boxers on his path toward the bathroom.

He comes to a halt in front of his sink, immediately turning it on and splashing his face with water, as if that would actually do something to stop the way his heart is beating at light speed. Choso stands there, borderline waterboarding himself, for god knows how long, and when it doesn’t feel like his legs are about to give out from underneath him like he’s a baby deer standing for the first time, he turns off the faucet and groans.

He should’ve stopped you.

He should’ve told you that he did, in fact, actually want to be exclusive. And if he couldn’t have done that, then at the very least he should’ve tried to get you in bed again—he should’ve done literally anything just to keep you in his grasp and not in the paws of whatever filthy person you’re off to have a date with tomorrow.

but he knows he was playing a losing game all along anyway. It was only a matter of time before you got tired of this and called it off—yet Choso can admit he wished he had just a little bit more time with you before you went off and found something you didn’t know he was more than willing to give you. Choso has loved you from the moment he laid his eyes on you, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d have you in any way—but one day, to his amazement, you suggested this arrangement, and Choso was not about to say no.

He was not about to deny himself the only way he might ever be able to have you.

And now it’s seeming like he’ll never be able to have you in anyway ever again, and there’s nothing he can do about it—nothing he can do to make you feel the same way. But at least this was a nice way to end things, with one last hoorah. Choso can at least be happy at the fact that you gave him one last chance to adore you.

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Your elbow is on the table with your cheek resting against your fist as you stare at the person in front of you who's talking about something you can't hear. not because it’s loud. No, your date made certain that it wouldn't be by bringing you to a secluded booth in the corner of a romantically lit restaurant, so that's not the problem.

The problem is you.

You didn’t even want to come on this date in the first place; you didn’t think you were actually going to have to end up showing up. What you thought would happen was last night when you told Choso he’d get jealous or do something, anything, to show you that he’s just as head over heels for you as you are for him, and then you'd cancel this date.

But no.

All you got was confirmation that you two truly are just friends with benefits—nothing more, nothing less. And really, it shouldn’t hurt this badly. It shouldn’t feel like someone’s just ripped your heart out and served it on a silver platter for you to watch as it bleeds out. yet it does. And even still, you can't help but be here thinking about Choso. You’ll probably always be stuck thinking about him. You've thought about him so much that you're convinced he's the only thing on your mind. A head filled with nothing but Choso; it's been that way since before you two had what you have going on, and you're sure it'll stay that way long after.

“You know you could at least pretend to pay attention, right?"

They roll their eyes when you do nothing but stare at them in stunned silence. "If you don’t want to be here so bad, why did you even come?”

"I-uh-" you swallow harshly. "I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Who are they?”

You stare at them blankly. Is it really that obvious? If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you have "I'm in love with Choso!” written smack dab on your forehead.

“You look miserable, and I'd like to think I'm not at full fault for that.” They tilt their head slightly to the side, unamused. "So, who are they?”

“You’re not,” you say, an apologetic smile being the only thing you have to offer them. “You didn’t do anything, really. I just.” You stand up abruptly and quickly exit the booth. "I should go.”

“Yeah,” they agree. “That’s probably best.”

"I'm really sorry again-"

They interrupt your sentence with an impudent wave of their hand, and you frown. But obviously, since this date was doomed from the moment you arrived, you ignore it, pushing their bitterness (though you can’t fully blame them) out of your mind and walking away. As you rush out of the restaurant, you immediately pull out your phone and call Choso. You’re not sure what you would even say; all you know is that you need to hear his voice. Who knows, maybe hearing his voice after that cluster fuck of a “date” will be the very push off the cliff you need to confess. The phone seems to ring for an eternity.

"Cmon, pick up,” you mumble to no one other than yourself and the ghost of the wind.

The line falls, as does your face. Okay. Choso always answers you. So why not now? You shake your head and call him again; maybe he was just in the bathroom or something. This time, the phone only rings once or twice before dropping, and that's when it hits you: he’s ignoring you on purpose. You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at your phone blankly.

What the fuck?

Choso ignoring you?

That's unheard of; Choso would never dare ignore you, yet he is. You rack your brain, searching every nook and cranny for an answer, trying to recall if maybe you did something wrong. You two were fine last night after you left—at least, you think? You can't totally remember if you’re being honest. You’re brain checked out the minute Choso gave you confirmation that he doesn't feel the same about you. You groan to yourself. You have to fix this. First, you just have to figure out what exactly you need to fix, and if you don't have that information, you have a strong suspicion about who might.

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The pounding of your fists on the door falls in tune with the pounding of your heart. You're about to start knocking again when you finally hear the faint grumble of someone from beyond it.

“What the fuck do you-“ He comes to a halt when the door swings open enough to reveal you. "Oh, it's just you.”

You roll your eyes. “Great to see you too, Sukuna!”

He looks you up and down, unamused. “What do you want?”

“Are you gonna invite me in?”

Sukuna looks over his shoulder at something—or rather, someone—before looking back at you. “'m busy.”

“Like the kind of busy me and Choso got going on or...”

"Ew, what the fuck?" He reluctantly nods, though his grimace is still evident. "I mean, yeah, but gross.”

"Okay, fine, whatever, I'll make this quick. Have you talked to him?”

“Choso?”

You nod.

“Uh yeah, I talk to his dumbass all the time.”

You sigh. "I mean recently, like last night or today?…”

Sukuna quickly shrugs before leaning against his door frame, tilting his head to the side as he asks, “Why?”

“I’m like…” You look away and mumble disappointedly, “...pretty sure he’s ignoring me.”

“Bro what?” Sukuna looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. “Choso ignoring you?” He snickers. “You sound fucking crazy.”

"Dude, I'm serious!” You snap, returning your gaze to him. “Watch, call him.”

Sukuna, unmoving, quirks an eyebrow up at you skeptically.

“Just do it, Sukuna.”

“Fine.” He lazily pushes himself up right and pulls out his phone. He dials Choso, and within seconds, Choso answers. "Yo, uh, I just wanted to see if you were alive." Sukuna shakes his head at his own horrible improv skills. "And I can tell you are, so I'm gonna hang up now. Ok. Bye.” Sukuna pockets his phone and stares at you blankly. "Ok, now what?"

Your jaw is dropped, and Sukuna is tempted to reach out and shut it for you. “He fucking answered you?!”

“Is he not answering you?”

“No! Why do you think I'm here telling you he’s ignoring me?” You quickly pull out your phone and call Choso. “Watch.” 

The two of you watch how the line almost immediately goes dead, and Sukuna holds a fist to his mouth to stifle his laughter (though it doesn't do much). "Bro, what did you do?”

"I didn't do anything!” You trail off unsure, "I mean, I don't think I did anything?”

“When's the last time you saw him?”

“Last night.”

“Ew,” he says, a grimace on his face as he shakes his head. "Okay, uh, what was it like before you left?”

“Fine?” You pause for a moment. "I mean, usually I stay the night, but I had to leave because I had a date today.”

“You what.”

"I had a date today."

Sukuna stares at you with narrowed eyes, hesitant. “Did you tell Choso that?”

“Um... Yeah?”

"Y/n, are you a fucking idiot?” He asks earnestly, like he genuinely wonders if you’re actually this stupid and is slightly concerned for your wellbeing.

You stare at him blankly.

Truly not a thought behind your eyes, he thinks.

“Huh?”

“Oh my god.” He begins to explain slowly, enuanciating each and every syllable as if talking to a child. “You tell Choso you’re going on a date, and then suddenly he’s ignoring you, and you have no idea why?”

“Thanks for the recap, Sukuna." You roll your eyes and cross your arms defensively. "What's your fucking point?”

“My point?” Sukuna shuts his eyes closed and rubs his temples, already feeling a headache coming on. “You know he's in love with you, right?”

"That's not funny, Sukuna,” you say, your jaw clenched tight.

Sukuna’s hands fall to his sides, and he leans back against the door frame, rolling his eyes before glaring at you, his head tilted tauntingly to the side. "No, it's not, especially when you're such a fucking idiot.”

“Stop fucking around, Sukuna.”

Sukuna stands straight up again, only to lean forward, his face inches away from yours as he studies it. "Do you seriously think I'm lying?”

“Obviously you are!” You exclaim as you push him back into place.

"Y/n, that dumbass is head over heels for you.”

“You don't know that!”

“Anyone with eyes knows that!” he sighs. “And besides, he’s literally told you he loved you once.”

"Huh?" You blink a few times, trying to remember if he had. "No, he hasn't?"

"Yes, he has.”

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember that, Sukuna.”

"Unless you were—“ Sukuna grimaces as he finishes his sentence,”—too fucked out to remember or hear him.”

Your mouth falls in shock. “He said it during sex?!”

"Man, I don't fucking know,” Sukuna says, his grimace growing deeper. "I didn't ask for the details; I hung up on him. What the fuck?”

“Oh my god, I'm an idiot,” you mumble to yourself.

Sukuna knows you weren’t talking to him, but he still answers anyway. “I know.”

“Fuck.” You take a deep breath and seem to come to a conclusion almost immediately. "Okay, this was very insightful. Thank you. I'm gonna go to his house now.”

"Dude, don't go unless you like him back.” He frowns slightly, and you and him both aren’t sure if it’s actually for Choso or just for the sake of acting nice. “Just give him space.”

“Of course I like him back!” you stress. "I only went on that date to make him jealous in the first place."

In an instant, Sukunas' face falls flat. "I'm not even going to say anything. Fuck you, get off my porch.”

and the next thing you know, he’s slamming his door in your face.

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It doesn’t take long until you’re at Choso’s front door. In all honesty, you ran here. It’s not like Choso’s is very far from Sukuna’s in the first place, but you’d rather not waste any more time; you’ve wasted enough as it is. You knock softly at first, but when that doesn't seem to work, you full-send it and start banging on his door.

“Choso, open the fucking door and come talk to me!”

He doesn’t.

but you do hear him grumble from inside, “Go away, Y/n.”

“Stop acting like a child!”

That seems to do the trick, considering he flings the door open so fast it gives you whiplash. He stands in the doorway, shirtless, looking as disheveled as ever. You can’t help but stare at the way he makes looking messy like art. like every detail, from his frizzy, sticking-up hair down to the bags under his eyes, is purposeful. You don’t know how long you stand there just ogling at him, but you know it’s long enough for him to notice and call you out on it.

"Did you come here just to eye-fuck me or..."

"Right, uhm," you say, clearing your throat. “You were ignoring me.”

“Dunno what you're talking about," he shrugs curtly, looking away.

“Choso.”

“What?” he asks, turning his attention back to you with narrowed eyes, like he’s challenging you.

You narrow your eyes right back, your voice even as you speak, “You answered Sukuna but ignored me."

“Don't recall.”

You genuinely have no idea how he can stand here and lie straight to your face while looking you dead in the eyes. Does the man have no shame? (The answer is no, but you already knew that.)

“Are you serious?” You gawk before shaking your head; this is not worth it. “You know what? I'm not here to argue with you.”

This catches his attention, and as he stands up straighter, you can make out the slightest of glints in his eyes. “Then what are you here to do?”

"I love you.” After a moment, you add, “Too.”

Choso stands there, star-struck, his eyes as wide as saucers, and although you can't hear him breathing over the hammering of your own heart, you can see just how his chest heaves. You shift uneasily in place, his gaze piercing, and under different circumstances, you usually adore having his eyes on you with the way they make you feel like you're the only thing in his universe, but right now? Right now, it only serves to make you alarmingly aware of how you just laid out your heart to him, and he hasn't said a word.

"Choso, did you hear me?”

"Am I asleep?”

Despite your better judgment and jelly-like legs, you take a step forward and wrap your arms around his neck, answering with a small, breathy laugh. "No, Choso, you're not.”

You watch mesmerized at how his adam's apple bobs as he swallows harshly and mutters, "I'm not..."

“Nope.”

“And you love me?”

“Always have.” You look down and notice how languid Choso is in your hold, his hands at his sides rather than on you, and that just won't do. Choso does not keep his hands to himself, especially not around you. You make quick work of untangling your arms from his neck and grabbing his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your arms to their original state as you speak lowly, "I went on that date to make you jealous. I thought it didn't work."

Bringing up the date was apparently all it took to break Choso out of his trance; all of a sudden, his hands are exploring up from your hips to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling at the flesh as if making sure you’re really there—that he really isn’t asleep and having the same dream that he’s had for forever now.

“It worked a little too well, Y/n,” he says, chuckling.

"Yeah, I guess it did, didn't it?"

"Wait, how do you even know that I love you?” His face scrunches up in confusion. “I didn't-“

You cut him off with an awkward laugh. “Sukuna gave you up and called me an idiot for not seeing it before…”

"Well..." he half-shrugs innocently. “He’s kinda right.”

You roll your eyes. "Haha, you're so funny.” You clear your throat before subtly glancing to the side and over your shoulder, mumbling,

"Can you let me in now, though? Cause I'm pretty sure there's people staring at us…” 

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[welcome-to-puppet-hell]

Smile - (OneSided?)Wally Darling x Puppet!Reader

One can tell a lot about someone based on their smile, Wally thinks. Can tell who actually likes you—a wide and warm spread of a mouth, showing something genuine and honest—and who just tolerates you, at most, based on how small their smile is. Even in the neighborhood, Wally is able to distinguish how a neighbor might feel about him, just based on a smile.

Something Wally noticed about you, right away, is that you don’t smile all the time. Even if you’re smiling for customers entering your bookshop, it doesn’t always last long—unless it’s with neighbors you’ve decided are worth smiling for. Unlike the other neighbors, you don’t put on smiles or airs. You wear all your emotions on your sleeve…which is, admittedly, quite a feat considering you exist as everyone else does.

(As a puppet.)

But one day, Wally is watching you talk to Barnaby.

He was a bit distracted by a book about a painter—a man haunted by night terrors and other horrors from his own mind, but still saw the world so beautifully—when he heard you let out this laugh. 

He is drawn back to reality right away, his eyes immediately darting to land right on you. You are still laughing, this beautiful mix of giggles and snorts and a bit of gasping, while hugging your belly and your eyes clenching closed as your mouth widens in this smile—this grin that glows like sunshine, in a way that slams him right in the chest. It occurs to Wally then, not for the first time, that you are beautiful. He always thought so, since his eyes first found you; but it’s all so different now that you’re so close, now that you’re finally in the neighborhood, now that you’re finally within reach after all this time. And your beauty absolutely shines when you smile.

(I just…I wish…so badly…) 

Barnaby watches you with a lazy smirk, his eyelids hooding over to emphasize the mischief in his expression. He bends his elbow right on the counter and leans in a little towards you, his smirk widening a little.

“What’s this? A laugh? At one of my jokes?” He teases. “I thought you said my jokes are so awful that I should be in prison.”

You let out another laugh, then open your eyes to smirk up at him. “And they are! I’m not wrong. That joke was particularly heinous, in fact.”

“Was it?”

“Indeed, it was. I only laughed because I feel sorry for you.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Yes, I find you very pit-i-bull.”

Barnaby’s face falls as he gapes at you, his mouth drops open. You merely smirk up at him, your arms crossed over your chest. Despite being rather short, at least an inch taller than Wally, you look up at Barnaby with no fear or hint of intimidation over his severe height. Wally swallows into his rather dry throat, his hands clenching as his whole being fills with warmth. Gorgeous and brave, you really are the full package.

I just wish, he allows himself to want, if only for a moment. While it’s safe to linger on such thoughts. I wish you would smile like that for me. Just once. Just a little bit.

Suddenly, Barnaby lets out this choking sound, while grasping his throat.

“I think that one did it! Finally found a joke terrible enough to kill me,” he keeps gasping dramatically, spinning to lean back against the counter, one paw over where his heart rests in his chest. As he continues his fake cough, Barnaby’s eyes roll to land on Wally, his expression turning playful. “Little buddy! Remember me as I am…!”

Wally finds his own smile widening, despite the sting in his chest. He steps forward to join in, falling into his role seamlessly.

“What’s wrong, Barnaby?” he asks, his tone innocuous.

“What’s wrong is that a murder is being committed—and they’re the culprit!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Barn!” you say, still grinning. “A killer joke won’t hurt you.”

“Ah, it just keeps happening! Will my suffering ever cease—?”

Wally’s grin widens, amusement bubbling in his chest and growing as he watches Barnaby rolling on the floor in “pain” and you continuing to laugh. His eyes catch the width of your smile and immediately, his insides begin to melt. All the words he knows he should say—like a script he’d long memorized—freezes in his throat. His hands squeeze tightly around the book he’d previously pulled off the shelf, one consisting of paintings made by that sad Dutch painter with the one ear. Despite the smile forever glued to his expression, every inch of him begins to tremble, his hands itching to hold yours, just for a moment, just once—

(“Waliford?”)

Wally Darling freezes in place, all thought turning to static.

(“What are you thinking?” The voice reaches his ears, despite the distance. Something inside him turns to ice and pulls, almost choking him. “I know you are not thinking of breaking The Rules…are you?”)

No. No, I can’t.

He swallows and turns away before anyone notices.  

But you do. A frown settles back on your expression, your brow furrowing to narrow your eyes.

[acidnhuskerdust]

Meshed these two together because I thought it would be really cute! Thank you for the asks!!! <33333

This is kinda lazy writing, what it usually looks before I go off and edit everything, I'm too tired to make everything fancy, so I hope you enjoy either way!

What's Wrong Baby Doll? (Huskerdust NSFW)

With Angel's legs placed over his lovers shoulders and two clawed paws wrapped firmly around his slender thighs, Husk's hips snapped up against his ass, his cock burying itself deep within his tight hole and squeezing out the air from his burning lungs. Angel grasps tightly at the counter of the bar below him, his face hot from the way pools of gold bore into him with an intensity that made him shiver.

A deep growl deep within Husk's chest hits his ear as he pulls back, using controlled yet rough movements to thrust within him. "Does that feel good doll?" He asks huskily, and Angel could only manage a small nod in response. Husk chuckles, dark and deep before thrusting back into him.

"You look pretty like this, ya know that?" He murmurs, a certain gleam in his eyes that bordered on obessision. "Takin' me so well, becoming a mess around me. Fuck sakes, you're gorgeous."

Those words made Angel's heart hammer in his ribcage, his face heating up to the point it felt like it was almost on fire. A pair of hands come up to cover his eyes, his breath quickening with each passing moment. Why did Husk have to always say such things? It drove him insane.

"S-shut up Husky." His shaky voice comes out muffled, another moan escaping past his lips once he thrusted back into him.

"What's wrong baby doll?" He asked, his voice laced with a poorly masked attempt at innocence. "You ain't getting nervous, are you?"

Angel let's out a groan born from frustration and pleasure, peering through his fingers to level a pointed glare at the other demon. "You know damn well what you're doin' fucker."

Husk's lips curl up into a predatory grin, setting a steady pace. "Do I now? Sounds like your just mad I know how to make you tick." He lets out a grunt as he pushes himself deep inside of Angel. "C'mon baby, let me see your face."

Angel huffs out a sigh that morphs into a series of sharp moans, pulling his hands away from his face to pout at the other. Usually confident during moments such as this one, he always finds himself becoming a blushing mess when it came to having sex with Husk. He spoke to him in all the right ways, looked at him with all the adoration in the world, shown him love during the throes of passion.

Husk's thrusts become frenzied and frantic, claws digging into his thighs. His gaze never strays from his own mismatched ones, baring his teeth as he gets lost in the sea of pleasure the two have created at the bar. Angel can't help but think he looked unbelievably handsome. "Fuck, feel so good baby, doin' so good for me." He murmurs out his praise, one of the hands once purchased on his hips finding it's way between his legs, wrapping tightly around the base of his cock. "Come on doll, wanna see you come undone."

Angel lets out ragged gasps, his heart on fire with desire as he began to squirm atop the counter. "Shit, b-baby!" He whines out breathlessly, trying his best to keep his eyes on Husk's. The coil in his stomach begins to tighten, his body rocking from each push and pull Husk provided. It felt so good, so damn good. "I'm-" A moan cuts into his words, his mind becoming hazy.

"Gonna cum for me? Go ahead, show me how much you love it." Husk's deep voice and his honeyed words was enough to bring Angel right over the edge. With a loud gasp, the tight knot comes undone all at once. He cums fast, his seed spurting from the head of his cock and coating the fur of his stomach.

Husk grunts in satisfaction at the beautiful mess Angel has created, his words quickening with each deep thrust, "There ya go, that's my good boy, look at you- Fuck," With one last grunt, his hips snap forward, filling Angel up to the brim.

Angel allows himself to lean back against the counter, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his lungs burning from the way Husk knocked the air out of him. He feels a hand running up and down his thigh, ebbing away any tension that lingered.

"You alright?" Husk's voice was warm, leaving Angel feel even more flustered than before.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright." He manages to say, his voice cracking slightly. He props himself up on his elbows, offering Husk a smile filled with admiration. "Thank you."

Husk thick brows rise and Angel regrets saying such a thing. Thank you? What an idiotic thing to say right after sex.

Husk lets out a deep chuckle, withdrawing from Angel's heat and moving to scoop him up into his arms with ease. He nuzzles affectionately into his neck, and Angel finds himself melting within the embrace.

"Of course baby, let's get ya clean up."