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UD headcanons no one asked for!

my motivation has gone to get the milk and has not come back since, SO HEY! who wants to hear some random headcanons that have been microwaving in my head for the past year???

this is going to be a long one...

stuff under the cut vvv

Lou is the kinda guy to only pack nice looking outfits on a holiday. Do they suit the occasion? Probably not. But he wants to look the part every where he goes, even if he's wearing a suit during the middle of summer

He would also be the guy to complain that it's too cold, even though he was told to pack up layers of clothes for a hiking trip, and didn't. But when someone tries to give him a coat, he says "I don't need that, I'm fine!" even though he looks like he's going to freeze over.

He takes the coat not too soon after

On the other hand, either Nolan or Ox would overpack for a trip. Ox because he is basically the fatherly figure of the group, and wants to make sure that everyone has enough food, water, and layers of clothing for the trip. Oh, and he brings a first aid kit as well. Nolan however does it because "What if I didn't pack enough?? What if I need this oddly specific thing??" and packs more than he needs to

Speaking of Ox, he always came off as a character who really enjoys camping and exploring, ya know? He seems like the leader of a scout group who loves to sing campfire songs and tell spooky stories that no one believes. (him and Rhidian would get along well)

LITERALLY NO ONE TALKS ABOUT LUCKYBAT AND OX'S DYNAMIC AND IT'S DRIVING ME WILD. Hello?? A withdrawn and somewhat jaded mayor who is protective of those he's close to with his intelligent, caring and concerned assistant?? That sounds interesting!

I'm sure LuckyBat knows more than anyone else (besides Lou) of what Ox went through. Perhaps he didn't know about the Institute, but he knew ox went through some stuff outside Uglyville. Perhaps that's why he's so cautious to go into the pipe.

(And perhaps the reason why he decides to go to learn new stuff was for the sake of finding out what Ox doesn't speak about?)

Back to the Prettydolls, I always found it interesting that Nolan was able to run the gauntlet despite being imperfect, although Moxy and Mandy, two other imperfect dolls, were thrown into recycling. Why was Nolan allowed to run the gauntlet, huh Lou? Didn't you say that any unideal looking doll goes to recycling, Lou????

Personally, I like to think that Lou allowed Nolan to do training and was like "Haha watch this idiot fail". And turns out Nolan was really good at it (flashbacks to Nolan being buff in the novel). Lou is flabbergasted.

...Either that or Lou just allowed him to run the gauntlet to watch him fail immediately because "Haha funny" and also "Haha imperfects can't win. Suck it loser~"

Kitty is jealous of Mandy's makeup skills, and often copies her because of it, too embarrassed to ask for advice because she needs to learn on her own. After Lou gets overthrown, Kitty and Mandy help each other out on their makeup and hair

Tuesday is the girl to think that "Yeah I'm smiling, but inside I'm crying" is the deepest thing to ever exist. Kitty bullies her for it.

Also, Tuesday cry-sings "I'm a mess" by Bebe Rexha after Lou denied her 1244th love confession. She will try again tomorrow

Because Kelly Clarkson was pop-rock for a while, I like to imagine that Moxy had a rock-n-roll rebellious phase, and still has a few characteristics from that era of her life

During the scene where Lou is going up the gauntlet lift with everyone else, he is constantly moving about. Winking at Mandy to fake confidence, adjusting his suit...etc. I always saw this has him being nervous, because you know, he's about to expose himself for being a prototype after this gauntlet stuff is over. So I like to think that he fiddles around with his suit when he's nervous. Mainly readjusting the sleeves, tightening his ascot tie and flicking out his collar. Also pulling out loose threads, if there is any.

I thought for the longest time that when Lou's hair got slightly messier, it showed him being more genuine. There is one god damn strand on his fringe that goes from being in place to hanging out, and I thought it showed him losing his façade, very very subtly.

This might be a hot take but I always saw Loundy (Mandy/Lou) as being friends/lovers to enemies. Think about it: Lou and Mandy seemed to have some sort of connection, Mandy (in my opinion) basically being Lou's assistant, similar to the spy girls. She began thinking he was perfect, and they formed a (seemingly) close bond. But over time, as Lou's desperation for perfection increased, her opinion of him soured, and she realised he isn't as perfect as she thought. She kept the negative thoughts to herself, though. Who would believe her? The perfect doll with the flawless looks and endless talents, topped off with a charming personality... Why would he be unhinged? How would he be unhinged?

You know that line Mandy says to Lou at the gauntlet? "You know, Lou.. When I first got here, I thought you were perfect. I couldn't find a single thing wrong with you. But, I can see a lot better now." perhaps that wasn't just talking about the events of the film, as it probably implies. Maybe she knows how terrible he's been for a long time...

That's all I got for now, I may doodle some of these if motivation comes back, who knows..

[morbidology]

Fan Man-yee, a 23-year-old mother, endured a month of unspeakable torment and abuse before meeting her tragic demise. On March 17, 1999, she was forcibly taken from her apartment by Leung Shing-cho and transported to Chan Man-lok's residence on Granville Road in Hong Kong. 

Chan, a loan shark involved in drug manufacturing, held a grudge against Fan for her involvement in a robbery where she stole a wallet containing $4,000 HKD from him. Although she repaid the principal amount plus $10,000 in interest, it failed to satisfy Chan's demands. He insisted on an additional $16,000 in interest, an amount Fan simply could not afford.

The initial plan was to detain Fan in the apartment until she received her social security payment or generated enough money through sex work. However, the moment she crossed the apartment threshold, a nightmarish ordeal of inhuman torture commenced at the hands of Leung, Chan, and another accomplice, Leung Wai-lun. 

Fan endured relentless beatings with fists and water pipes, burning from melted plastic and direct flames. The perpetrators subjected her to the degrading act of being forced to consume urine and feces. They strung her up by her hands on multiple occasions, viciously assaulting her with a table leg or iron bar until her fingers were shattered, and her face was a grotesque mask of blood. The sadistic tormentors would frequently pour chili oil into her wounds, inflicting agonizing pain. 

After enduring a month of unimaginable suffering, Fan tragically succumbed to her horrific injuries. Her lifeless body was dismembered in the bathtub, her flesh stripped away, and her entrails brutally removed. To compound the macabre nature of the case, her decapitated head was boiled and concealed inside a Hello Kitty doll, leading to the grim moniker of "The Hello Kitty Murder."

A month later, a 13-year-old girl who had been groomed by one of the killers turned herself in to the police. Haunted by Fan's ghost, she confessed to her participation in the torture. The relentless presence of Fan's spirit deprived her of sleep, plaguing her with terrifying nightmares. 

Acting on the information provided, authorities discovered Fan's decomposed heart, lungs, liver, and intestines in a bag on the first-floor canopy over Granville Road. In exchange for her testimony and immunity, the teenage girl cooperated with the investigation. 

The trio responsible for Fan's heinous fate were subsequently sentenced to life imprisonment.

[forever-chillin-333]

Chapter One 2/2

Sorry I was busy all weekend I'll have chapter two out later this week.

Namora's Pov

I glanced over to notice the five boys I didn't know staring at me in confusion. Their intense glares made me want to cower away in fear and bust them upside the head all at once. Yet the timid side in me won over all causing me to play with my nails out of anxiety. I move and sit at the edge of the couch my leg now bouncing, still feeling their eyes. I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's closed and I give up.

You still can't even introduce yourself.

I-I...

It's pathetic really.

Stop, leave me alone.

You can't even introduce yourself you're such an inconvenience.

I tried. Shut up leave me alone.

You can't even stand up for yourself against your own thoughts you're so weak.

I feel my eyes water at the sting of frustration of trying to desperately fight back against my thoughts. 

"Y'all this my best friend Namora, Namora these some bum ass niggas." Malery spoke up for me. Making me feel slight relief and disappointment in myself.

Maybe I am just an inconvience.

"Take the wig off let's see who's really the bum," A dude with blonde hair said, causing me to giggle a little bit.

"WOOOWWW NEVER FUCKING MIND. You are not my stink for real." Malery spoke, covering her mouth and side-eyeing me. 

"How you gon get mad at her for not wanting to lie to you?" The dude who she was sitting next to said.

"Whateva, former stink this is RP, Z, Ghost, Venge, and Depo." Mal introduced them as I just waved.

"Calling me former stink is absolutely crazy." I finally spoke, while glaring at Malery who let out a little laugh. I waved high to everyone starting to feel nervous under their stares.

" You know how to play the game?" Ghost, who stood next to the blond who spoke early, said with a surprisingly deep voice.

I shook my head yes before saying a quick hold on as I went to my room to spark up. I would rather not be all tense and nervous while whopping his ass. 

I gotta calm down, I muttered quietly to myself.

You should just go home now if you want to be calm. At least you would be in the way.

Shut the fuck up. I don't even care anymore. They can leave if they don't like me.

I replied back to myself, honestly fed up with the negative feedback constantly, especially since it was unwanted.

I walk into my room with my purse and pull out my mango dutches and the eight of weed from Adonis.

I play 'Love Yourz' by J Cole in my AirPods as I grabbed my rolling tray and let Cole take me to my calm as I rolled two blunts.

"..There's beauty in the struggle and ugliness in the success." I rapped, really feeling the lyrics hit me. 

I lick and purl my last blunt closed before sparking it to take a pull while putting the rest in my hello kitty sandwich bag, grabbing my lighter, and putting the tray back in its place. Before returning to the living room where I ash my blunt before sitting down in between Malery and the couch at the end.

"I got next," I said letting the smoke out my mouth, watching Ghost and Venge play 2k 2023 and from the looks of it Venge was losing.

I pass my blunt to Malery, only feeling like sharing with her, and grab one of the hookah pipes and take a nice long inhale. I let go feeling my high start to hit me, as I felt myself start to relax I leaned back in my seat.

I started to zone out listening to 'Jennah's interlude' playing into my ear almost forgetting I was around other people. Almost until Malery sprang into a coughing fit and handed me my blunt back making me cack up.

"My bad Ry I be forgetting youn' even smoke like that." I laughed at her. Her baby lung ass was steadily coughing when she hit my shit.

"F-Fuc-k up." She said still coughing while going into the kitchen and I started to laugh at her again.

"Wait can you get me a water bottle pleaseeee." I said

"You asking ME to get YOU water after you just tried to kill me?!" She said looking at me with wide eyes.

"Uh..yeah." I said

"Oh you must be high as hell if you think imma do some shit like that." She said while ironically walking back into the kitchen and coming out with another bottle.

"I love youu." I said cheesing at her 

"Mhhnn.." She replied while side-eyeing me and I just laughed before taking a nice long needed sip of water.

"MANE NAH CAUSE YOU CHEATED BRUH!" Ghost yelled while tossing the controller next to me.

"Nigga you was losing the whole game, like I dead ass went on my phone and all. Like take yo sorry ass L and move on." Venge said shrugging his shoulders.

"Ight bruh." Ghost sucked his teeth and went into the dining room where Yolani and Jania were while I grabbed the controller to play against Venge.

"He so mad, I got some for him tho.." He said muttering the last part I still heard it but decided to mind my business.

"I feel bad." Venge said

"Why?" I looked at him.

"Cause im finna embarrass you yo first time being over here with us." He said and started to smile.

"Interestinging." Is all I replied to his cockiness.  

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"YO NAH YO ASS WAS CHEATING ON MY MOMS YOU WAS CHEATING," Venge said after losing 21-56 to me it really was light work.

"AHHHHH SHE BEAT YOU ASS 56-21!" RP laughed all loudly while Venge was just sitting like a mad ass.

"MY NIGGA WHERE TF WERE YOU SHOOTING," Z said laughing and starting to get close to the screen to calculate how he lost.

"Wait. That nigga Venge lost by 35 points? AHHHH! MY NIGGA YOU ASS BRO" Ghost laughed at Venge and you can tell that he was getting tight.

"YO GHOST STFU CAUSE YO ASS LOST TOO" Venge yelled back.

"NIGGA BY 5 POINTS NOT NO SORRY ASS 35." Ghost rebuttal back before falling to the floor laughing like an empty Windex bottle along with Z and RP.

"BRUH FUCK UP YOU STILL LOST!" Venge 

I laughed and went to take a hit from the hooka and I knew I was starting to get the munchies when spaghetti meat sauce on garlic bread sounds good.

"Pootie what you got in here to eat?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"Air."

Not believing him I looked through the kitchen and low and behold he really ain't have anything to eat.

"Bitch ass really don't got no food." I muttered to myself looking in the fridge and cabinets.

"Imma be back." I said to Malery reaching for my phone.

"Where you going?" She asked being nosey and black as usual.

"My business." I said scrunching my face up playfully.

"Don't get shot." She said being completely serious like I wasn't joking with her. Black ass always gotta be violent with someone her mad short ass, just like an angry leprechaun. 

"Well damn, I was joking but okayy. Nah i'm finna go to the store real quick to get food cause ain't shit to eat in this house." I said grabbing my purse and putting my shoes on, anytime I come over here I end up buying groceries all cause he does not home like that to notice. Which ends up with me being here in this house high as hell and hungry, just shameful really.

"Ohh can you get me some gummies please." Ry pleaded with her lip poked out.

"Alright but just know I'm going to the store," I replied sighing dramatically.

___

It was now 3:41 I had just got back from shopping about 20 minutes ago so we put on a movie to pass some time.  

After halfway through the movies I got bored then a great idea came into my mind. Since we were all high ass shit and bored we should go play manhunt.

"Let's go play manhunt," I said aloud getting a round of agreements

We all got up and the others went outside while I got snacks and water, I turn to grab a lighter for my other two blunts and I saw Depo staring at me again.

"You want snacks?" I asked reaching to grab some more while he nodded his head yes

"thanks" he mumbled lowly

"welcome" was all I said before walking outside to the others with him not too far behind I went in my car and got my spare blanket I keep with me.

the park was about a 9-minute walk from the house so we decide to just walk there instead of wasting gas, as prices are too high nowadays.

I ended up in the back I was just looking at the trees and nature it was really nice to me but I've always been an earth baby. I loved being outside and in the wilderness, it was always so pretty to me like just seeing the life that we live. I noticed Depo had begun to slow down close to me and made me walk on the inside of the sidewalk. 

"Why you not talking with everyone else?" I asked him cause he hadn't spoken the whole entirety of my being here.

he shrugged and then looked down at me with low eyes "Why ain't chu?" he asked back lowly

"Touché," I said and drop the convo altogether and let a comfortable silence roll over us we made it to the park. I immediately lay my blanket on the ground next to a tree and I lay on my back looking at the sky.

I wasn't really thinking about anything in specific just letting my thought go and seeing where they took me. I guess I was deep into my thoughts because I didn't see Depo sitting on the bench in front of my blanket on his phone.

He looked like something was bothering him while deep in thought, knowing how that is. So, I call him over to get him out of his thoughts, he wasn't really hard to read from what can tell.

"you want to sit over here I noticed youn' really like being in the mix?" I asked him taking out his snacks and handing them to him. he just nodded his head taking the food and leaning back on the tree.

I normally don't even talk like this even when high but they're really welcoming and kinda all remind me of my other siblings.

We sat in silence enjoying our snacks and observing the others. I liked how with Depo, I didn't need to talk to just hang with him. He's just really easy to chill with.

I went into my bag, pull out my notebook and drawing materials, deciding to draw the others playing basketball. I looked back, feeling eyes on me only to find Depo peeking at my notebook watching my draw. Simply leaning back so he could see better, not minding him watching me.

"You're really good," he said looking at me. I blushed a little, not used to getting compliments on my artwork.

"Thanks," I expressed smiling, softly at him.

About 27 minutes passed, and eventually, Depo fell asleep on my shoulder. Normally I'd be uneasy about people touching, let alone a guy, but he looked so peaceful compared to how exhausted he looked in the house.

"Yo, we finna leave," Adonis yelled over to us.

I just nodded my head and shook Depo awake.

"Depo wake up we bouta go," I said putting my stuff away and cleaning the trash up

"Ok," he mumbled getting up from the blanket while I threw away our trash. I came back seeing him holding my purse and the now folded blanket.

"Thank you," I said softly grabbing the extended purse from his grasp while he just held the blanket.

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We were now back in the house and honestly, my high was almost gone, yet I wasn't anxious anymore, just calm. Being high helped me with handling my nerves. I could see there was actually nothing to be anxious about.

Everyone was playing monopoly, but since I didn't want to play I stayed in the living room. 

I was on my phone when I felt the couch dip causing me to look over to where Depo was now sitting on the couch. He had a hand halfway in his pants and the other over his eyes. It looked like he was going to sleep again, so I gave him a pillow. 

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"You're welcome you want covers I know it be cold in here," I joked.

He nodded, so I pushed some over to him, covering him enough some the cover was shared evenly. After about 5 minutes, I felt him lay his head on my shoulder, looking I saw he was almost asleep. I pulled out my phone to read, not caring to move his head. 

Soon after, I put my phone up as a wave of drowsiness hit me like a ten-ton truck making me pull the covers up closer. I leaned on the corner of the couch, closing my eyes and allowing sleep to take me.

Today wasn't so bad.

[vxntage-honey]

Sweet Tea & Cigarettes

Chapter 4 Rainy roads and old books

Hazel awoke to the sun shining in her eyes, she tossed and turned before she finally got up. She stretched her body as she sat up in her bed feeling Willow and Kuro cuddle atop of her. She smiled down at them before she got a whiff of something she hadn’t had in a long time,

her eyes widening as she hopped out of bed earning annoyed meows from her cats.

But just as her feet hit the floor she screeched “damn that’s cold!”

She hobbles towards her dresser slipping on a pir of socks not noticing the slippers that were hiding under the bed.

She ran down the stairs as fast as her legs could take her slipping before she reached the kitchen door.

“Are you ok Hun?!” her mom spoke with a silk covered voice.

“I’m good��� Hazel yelled back before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

“Morning mom” she said out of breath.

“Morning, I made your favorite, French toast with a side of sunny side up eggs and bacon” her mom smiled.

“you’re the best mom” Hazel thanked her mom before her face changed from one for joy to confusion.

“Wait why aren’t you at work.”

“Oh, the store was closed today due to an unsafe broken pipe” her mom explained.

Hazel made an “oh I get it” expression before she smiled once more.

After Hazel ate, she hopped up from the couch and headed upstairs to get ready for school.

“Ok mom I’m heading out see you later.”

“Bye, have a nice day honey.”

As she walked out the door, she hopped down the stairs happily as she made her way to the station. She made herself comfortable in the train seat closing her eyes “meow” Hazels eyes shoot open at the sudden presence on her lap.

Oh, hello kitty where did you come from?” Hazel pats the top of the kitty’s head and it purred.

As the train passed by Spring Valley Station, she noticed that Ginette haven’t gotten on or at least not onto the same car as her so she wanted to see if her friend would be attending school today, so she took out her spell phone and dialed her number.

Hazel’s phone rang for a bit before Ginette picked up the phone.

“Hey, what’s up?” Hazel sighed in relief.

“Hay sorry I’m not coming today I caught a cold” she whined.

“And here I though you learned your lesson last time, you get sick easily girl” Hazel sighed mentally face palming herself.

“Ok love you, and I hope you get better soon, also be prepared for me to make you soup and bring it to you” Hazel explained, and a grin was plastered on her face.

“WA! No, I don’t want you to get sick cause of me.”

“To bad nothing you will say can stop me” Hazel said smugly.

Ginette could only sigh in response “ok fine love you, bye.”

Hazel hung up her phone and laid back into the seat before remembering the living presence on her lap.

“Oh shoot, I should have told her what she was missing out on” she whined.

The cat never left her lap until they arrived at Black Water Station then the cat hopped off her lap and disappeared somewhere, leaving Hazel in a state of confusion.

Walking to the school Hazel stopped by a café to get her daily dose of caffeine and sweets before heading to school. For once Hazel didn’t feel as scared, although Ginette wasn’t here, she had Nathaniel now and if she had at least one friend at school she was fine. But she wondered if they would get along, she hoped so she loved Ginette dearly and Nathaniel hadn’t given her a reason to dislike him so she hope they would all become and amazing trio.

Hazel entered her first class of the day and as always, she was the first to arrive and she sat in the cozy corner window seat after all it was first come first serve at this school.

As soon as lunch had started Hazel headed to the abandoned wing of the school into the old art room so she could practice in peace. She gathered her watercolor paint and brushes and made up a cozy area.

Hazel remembers when she and Ginette would come to this wing without permission and how they practically had to sneak around like ninjas and how they would always clean a little at a time making the wing clean and spotless clear of any dust that was until they got caught one day and were sent to the principal’s office but after he saw what they had done he gave them an ultimatum. As long as they took care of that side of the school and really put their hearts into taking care of it than they were free to come and go as they pleased. And of course, the agreed with happy faces.

Hazel smiled warmly at the fond memory before refocusing to the task at hand. Hazel often did art there when she was alone or simply just had the time, she loved this side of the school with her heart, so she went here every chance she got.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Hazel practically jumps out of her skin hearing knocking at the door.

“Um hello who’s there?” her voice shaking as she spoke.

“Um hay I noticed you weren't at lunch, and I got worried so I asked your teacher where you might be, and they said you might be here.”

He noticed I wasn't at lunch she thought.

“Oh yeah me and my friend often eat in here and just hang out during lunch” she said opening the door slowly.

“Working on another masterpiece I see.” he said staring down at her notebook.

“Oh, ya but it’s nothing big really” She scratched the back of her head nervously.

“May I” he questioned before Hazel gave him her consent.

As Nathaniel flip through her notebook, he smiled appreciating her art.

During lunch the two talked and drew together doing fun games and challenging each other.

“You know, you could do amazing things with this talent” he praised.

Hazel looked at him surprised before smiling sweetly. “Thank you I could say the same about you.”

His smile faded “my father would never approve or something like that, but I don’t mind I can just have fun and do it out of his sight.”

Hazel’s smile soon faded as she looked down to her feet but just as she was about to say something the lunch bell rang, indicating that lunch was over. The two walked until they had to depart once again.

“I’ll see you later,” Nathaniel said walking to biology.

Hazel just stared at him as he walked away, and she waved her hand and said a quiet goodbye before making her way to her class.

Hazel Sat at her desk her head in her hand now she stared out the window she never realized how boring her class was until now, but even before when Ginette wasn't there it was never this boring Hazel was still able to tolerate it, but something was different this time.

As soon as class had ended, she got up quickly and made her way to her next class, she excitedly entered her potion class looking for Nathaniel but he seemed to not have arrived yet, so she made her way to one of the empty seats and got her stuff ready before the teacher asked her to help her set up for the day's class of course her being a teacher’s pet she agreed. she soon noticed that there was a presence sitting next to her belongings and she smiled towards him waving her hand.

“You look excited” he said with a smirk.

“of course, I am other than art class potion class is my second favorite of all time so of course I'm excited” Hazel beamed but little did he know that wasn't the only reason she was happy.

He laughed as she sat down next to him “potions class is actually one of the classes I'm not good at.”

Hazel thinks for a second before she gets an idea. “Hey, you know if you want help, I'm always willing to do so.”

He looks at her with a shocked face before he smiled nodding his head “If you’re really willing to help me, then I’ll accept that offer.”

“Well, if you’re free after school, we can do it today. I know the perfect place” Hazel smiles at him warmly.

“Sounds good.” He flashes her a cheeky smile.

Potions class went by smoothly and with Hazels help Nathaniel wasn’t racking his brain trying to figure out what was going on.

But one thing keep Hazel from really being able to focus she couldn’t keep her eyes off Nathaniel she admired the way his roman nose looked from the side and how his lips were plump and how soft they looked and his jaw line and how sharp it was. This girl was smitten.

“Aright students let’s begin” the teacher snapped her fingers getting her classes attention.

“Today you and your partner will be attempting to make an invisibility potion, all of you should have read the instructions last night so this should be a breeze and remember if you need to refresh your brain your welcome to use your notebooks” she clapped her hands, and the class went to work.

“Ok, you ready Nath” Hazel asked looking at him.

He looked at her and nodded his head in response.

After class Hazel called her friend to check up on her “hay what’s up GG everything good?”

“Ya I’m better, what about you, anything existing happen today.”

“O.M.G. you won’t believe what happened” Hazel said excitedly.

“girl spill I need my tea hot and ready!”

“Ok, so we were supposed to make an invisibility potion today right, and Luka and Shelby accidentally added snake tongue instead of lizard tongue and the classroom when BOOM! We all had to evacuate the room.”

“Bro that’s crazy why does this stuff always happen when I’m not there” Ginette groaned into her phone as Hazel laughed on her end.

“I don’t know, but I got to go, the last class is starting talk to you later.”

“bye”

Hazel’s call ended with a beep and she walked to the last class of the day, art.

As always art was as peaceful as ever, no problems there and the next thing she knew school was over and she was free to leave so she waited outside for Nathaniel. And once they met up, they were with Hazel leading the way to the library.

But before they reached the library drops of rain started to fall.

“Oh no let’s hurry” Nathaniel said grabbing her hand now understanding where their destination was. But Nathaniel was unaware of the blushing Hazel behind him.

They soon safely arrived at the library. Walking in their hair dripping with rain the water sticking to their hair like sap.

The library was as tall as the school, if not taller with its looming tall peaks and tall windows with a dark interior. The inside was wide and open with several levels full of rows and rows of books.

Hazel led him to the far back where she always studies and sets her stuff down and walking over to the section of the library that the potion books are and grabbing a few. Returning to the table Nathaniel was already set up and she sat down next to him.

And she quickly get to it, helping him with understanding how some ingredients in potions work.

Once Hazel looked up at the clock it read 6 PM “Wow its already 6 we should probably get going before it gets dark”.

Nathaniel nods his head helping her clean up “um thanks again for helping me with this Hazel.”

Hazel hums in response, his voice catching Hazel’s attention and she smiles at him and says, “really it was no problem.”

The two walked into the foyer and stared out the front doors seeing the stormy weather outside.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much rain in my life” Nathaniel thought for a moment “hay you take the train home, right?”

“Ya, I do why?” Hazel questioned.

“Good so you know the way there from here.”

“Ya, I do” she said confused.

“Ok, I can’t in good conscience let you go alone.”

“Why?”

“Well, what if something were to happen to you one the way home, I’d never forgive myself since I could have prevented it, ya know.”

Hazel thinks for a moment “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Alright now, let’s go.”

Nathaniel said intertwining his fingers with hers and he looked at her waiting for her to lead the way. Hazel looked down at their hands before looking him in the eye and nodding her head with I determined look.

They sprinted to the station as fast as their legs could take them and once, they arrived they finally caught their breaths their chests heaving up and down.

The train going east soon arrived and Nathaniel dragged her onto the train Hazel sat down confused “what where are we going?”

He looked at her with a blank expression before smiling “my place.”

Hazel froze her eyes going wide as she thought “omg I’m going to a boys place with no one else what am I going to do!?”

 

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Canidae - Geto Suguru

Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words

part two

Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men...there’s a lot of slimy men in here

(S/N) = stage name

It’s been about two months since you ran away from home. You try not to think about it, but in the quiet moments of the day, the hours that you should be using to sleep before your next shift, during meals and even at work, it creeps up like a sickness that just won’t leave.

You hadn’t wanted to leave your home, even if the people there weren’t really your family by blood. After being adopted by the Getou family in your late childhood, you thought life would get better. They seemed like a wonderful family of fox hybrids, all silky black hair and cunning little smiles. Although they weren’t in your same species family, as a house cat you could get along with them easily, a subtle praise to evolution for making foxes more like cats than dogs.

“Hey house cat, stop sulking by the bar and go talk to customers.” A slap on the wall next to you jolts you out of your thoughts and into the loud and bustling world around you.

“S-sorry boss.” Ducking your head away from your furious boss, you adjust the skimpy shorts and crop top that truly did nothing to hide your skin. Working at a seedy hostess bar wasn’t exactly the plan when you ran away, but they were the only place willing to hire you.

Looking out across the crowded bar floor, at least you didn’t have to worry about going out on the street and handing out flyers to get customers tonight. There were several men of different species and ages, sitting at the bar with dark liquor or having pretty bunny girls pour drinks from overpriced bottles at private tables.

Taking a glance at what table you’d been assigned, your stomach twisted in knots. It was a table full of lion men, their business suits wrinkled beyond hope and their manes even more disheveled than what was normal for a lion.

“Hey pretty kitty!” One of them shouted drunkenly, waving a large clawed hand at you as you shuffled closer.

“H-hello.” Giving a nervous wave, you felt a little better at seeing a coworker - a red panda hybrid - sitting between a few of them.

“Ah this is (S/N), she’s a newbie!” The girl, who called herself Fuyumi, announced. Holding up her glass in salute, she took a sip.

“Fresh meat huh?” Suddenly, all eyes were on you again, but the atmosphere shifted. A predatory look was shared between the group and a few men got up to let you slide into the booth, next to your coworker.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” A lion purred loudly next to you, putting a heavy hand around your arm and squeezing your shoulder.

“T-thank you! Let me- let me pour you a drink?” Shrinking under the weight and his lecherous gaze, you grabbed the liquor bottle they ordered and refilled a few drinks that needed to be topped up. Your ears were pressed flush to your head from the nerves, tail slightly puffed up behind you.

“So, your name is (S/N)?”

“Mhmm!” The stage name was something you thought of on the fly, trying to make it the least like your real name as possible. Accepting a drink from Fuyumi, you tried to ease the anxiety pricking at your skin.

Listening in on a story being told by one of the men, you tried to act like you were paying attention. Faking a smile, laughing loudly and keeping the drinks full - those were the only things on your mind. Not the clients walking by being escorted to secret back rooms or the people so obviously snorting something up at one of the tables in the back.

“(S/N), you’ve been quiet!” The man with his arm around you shook you side to side, his eyes falling to your breasts moving and being squished together when he squeezed you to him. “Tell us about yourself!”

“Uhm-” Taking a quick glance at Fuyumi, you cleared your throat. “Well I’m new to Tokyo-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cut you off, an eager look in his eyes. You shook your head obediently. Even if you did have a boyfriend, you couldn’t say yes. You had to be seen as attainable, just within arms reach if they wanted to have you for themselves.

“That’s good, the boys in Tokyo won’t do you any good.” A man to your left chimed in. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest covered in golden fur. “But the men in Tokyo are a different story.” He winked at you and you forced a giggle up, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your slight displeasure.

“Yeah, what you need is a man, (S/N). You seem so nervous!”

“House cats usually are.” Fuyumi piped up. Grabbing your chin, she pursed your lips with the tips of her white painted claws. “Isn’t that right?” Cooing at you like a baby, she shook your head and turned you to face the men at the table. “(S/N) was so nervous for her interview she nearly cried!”

A round of mocking teases sounded at the table as Fuyumi let go of you, some of them calling you a ‘poor baby’ while others offered to buy you another round of drinks to help you feel better. Your face burned, embarrassment and the close proximity of all the bodies around you making a light sheen of sweat glisten on your skin.

“I’m fine now, though, promise!” Biting your lip, you did as you’d practiced before your shift: putting an arm under your breasts, you pushed it up and tilted your head down, looking up at the men from beneath your lashes. “I feel much better with all these big strong men here.”

It made you sick, the way they all leered at your body and visibly adjusted the front of their pants. Ordering a few more bottles for the table, the sick feeling refused to leave. It clung to the back of your throat, rising bile that refused to be swallowed down.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise and proper members of society were starting to head to work for the morning, you were finally done with work. The table of lions had bought your time for the whole night, their egos boosted by your show of submission.

“You actually did okay tonight, house cat.” Your boss grunted, thumbing through the cash she was counting. “Here’s your cut.” Holding out a handful of bills, you knew better than to question how much was in it. The last time you’d tried to speak up about being shorted, your only window was shattered by a brick and it cost all of your money to fix it.

“Thank you.” Nodding politely, you took it from her hand. It felt slightly larger than normal, but you knew it wasn’t the full amount you’d been promised to receive when you started working. There was always a bit taken off the top, and since you were a newbie, even more.

Quickly changing into baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, you slinked out of the club's back entrance with your hood drawn tightly. Located in the red light district, no one batted an eye at you or where you worked, but it wasn’t them you were worried about.

Running away from home meant running away from the only family you had left, an over controlling big brother with an obsession. An obsession with you. Ever since you met, got adopted all those years ago, he had been infatuated with you.

As a young, freshly teenaged fox, suddenly acquiring a little sister had been exciting. Especially when it turned out you weren’t the same species. He always wanted to be around you, ask you questions about what it was like to be a cat. At first they were innocent, asking about your diet and favorite toys, but as he got older, his interest in you skewed.

You saw the search history on his computer, he spent hours researching cat hybrid heat cycles and when the best time to mate was. He started to go through your phone, taking it away from you under the guise of just being an annoying older brother while secretly looking through all your messages. Always getting jealous if you hung out with friends or didn’t want to sit in his room with him. And his friends knew about his obsession, feeding into it and talking about how much they wished to have a little sister like you, and if he’d be so kind as to share.

Your older brother became more obsessed with you while he was looking for a job after university. Spending hours applying for jobs and going to interviews, he wouldn’t shut up about getting a good job and moving out with you. And when he finally got that good job he always mentioned, that’s when you had to run.

Walking with your head down through the streets, waiting at a crosswalk to pass had you on edge. Just remembering the way he held your hand in public with a grip tight enough to cut off circulation had you shoving your hands into your pockets. A couple walked across the street with their arms around each other, and suddenly the suffocating weight of your brother's arm around your waist as he slept in your bed with you was back.

Forcing air through your lungs, you ran the rest of the way home. It wasn’t a long way to the crummy apartment block you called home and you were inside your cramped studio space and crumpled against the door in no time.

It didn’t always feel good to be in here with it’s water stained ceilings, barely usable pipes and the one, barely big enough window near the front door. You could hardly call it a home, it was just a room with the mattress you bought second hand and the clothes you ran away with strewn across the floor with a tiny kitchen shoved into the corner and a bathroom that surely wasn’t up to code.

But for now, it felt amazing. Your running had only exacerbated the exhaustion you had from working such grueling hours, and just crawling over to your dirty bed took all the energy you had left. With the sun beginning to rise properly into the sky, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The sudden alarm from the crappy phone you bought was what woke you up, the early evening sun and the sound of your neighbors yelling at one another through the walls pulling the last few bits of sleep from the edges of your mind.

And so do the set of crystal blue eyes staring in at you from your window, one that not even you can see out of because it’s too high.

“Sat-” The name catches in your throat, and when you blink again the eyes are gone. Rushing out of bed, you rip open the front door and look up and down the hallway. But there’s no one there, no bright white arctic fox fur to be seen, and certainly not the man attached to it.

Gripping the door tightly in your fingers, you linger in the threshold. The longer you stayed out, the more the vivid eyes watching you sleep became a memory, something your overworked mind must have conjured up as it went from sleeping to being awake. With a shaky sigh, you step back into your apartment to get ready for your next shift.

Meandering through the busy streets, you passed by shops that were starting to become familiar to you. There was the odd convenience store, a few illegal gambling dens with restaurant fronts, strip clubs and sex shops.

With time to kill before your shift, you dashed into a convenience store, it’s stark fluorescent lighting a nice switch from the everchanging neon signs outside. Scrounging up what little pocket change you had, you bought the cheapest food possible and sat down at the tiny table near the windows.

Eating slowly, trying to savor not only every bite but every minute before going back to work, a flash of white caught your eye as the convenience store door was opened. The little jingle that played was the only indication someone had actually entered, you barely saw the door open or close.

You could only see a glimpse of the pure white, not even a full on look. Glancing over your shoulder, you didn’t see anyone standing in the aisles, no ears stuck out to give you an indication as to who had come in.

But there was the feeling of being watched that had you on edge. When you turned fully away from the window to look at the store behind you, there wasn’t anyone watching you, yet the feeling still stuck. The target on your back had just been shot dead center, a sharp pang of fear gripped your heart the longer you looked at the seemingly empty aisles.

“Long way from home, little kitten.” A familiar face emerged from your right, but it wasn’t the man you thought it was.

“N-nanami?” It was a shock to see him in a neighborhood like this, his pristine suit more fitted for the financial district a few train stops over that he sometimes visited for work. He was in his usual suit, the one he liked to wear when he was over at your house, and his blond ears and tail were as immaculately trimmed and proper as ever.

“Hm, you’re not calling me Kento-nii anymore?” He said scornfully, sliding into the seat next to you and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, Kento-nii.” Bowing your head, you turned back to the table as well. Clenching your quivering hands in your lap, your claws dug into your skin to try and ground yourself. Kento hadn’t even said much and yet you were ready to pass out.

“Why’d you run away? You know we all miss you.” Leaning his head in his hands, Kento stared out the window at the people walking by. His lip curled a little in disgust, and a low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“You know why I had to leave.” Staring down at your hands, your eyes burned as you blinked away tears at the memories forcing their way back to you.

“I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Kento-nii, please-” Your voice trembled, catching in your throat as it broke.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you leave?”

“S-su-” It made you want to throw up just saying his name, so you didn’t. “He killed our parents.” Saying it out loud made the painful burn behind your eyes grow stronger until you were blinking hot tears down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.” Kento said calmly while turning to you. “Your parents died from-”

“Don’t lie for him!” You shouted, finally looking up at Kento. As soon as your voice raised, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, forcing your head against his chest and pulling you into a tight hug. Dipping his head down, Kento’s chin brushed your ears as he pressed his lips to them.

“Listen little kitten, you know better than to raise your voice at me. And you know better than to lie.” The fingers around your neck tightened and Kento dug the tips of his claws against your pulse. “Your parents died in a murder-suicide, nothing more nothing less.”

“Let go!” You sobbed, thrashing around in his hold. It was truly useless to try and fight against him. Foxes - and truly, a lot of other hybrid types - were much larger and stronger than you. There wasn’t any chance you had at trying to beat him in strength, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Fully enclosing his hand around your neck, Kento squeezed the air from your throat and shut down the subsequent scream that followed. Reduced to whimpering, you stilled your body and tried to tug his hand off.

Gasping and choking when he finally let you go, your body was weak from the lack of oxygen and you fully slumped into Kento’s hold. Struggling to catch your breath, there was little solace you could find in his hand stroking between your shoulder blades.

“Come home, (Y/N).” He said gently, like he was coaxing a child into eating their unwanted vegetables.

“No.” Shaking your head weakly, your body trembled violently. Kento didn’t need to speak for you to know he wasn’t pleased with your answer, the pregnant pause that followed was enough.

“Why must you be so difficult, hm?” With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Kento let you sit upright again. Tsking at your bloodshot eyes dripping with tears, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped your face clean.

Your lower lip shook as you looked up at him, honey colored eyes to match his blonde hair. Vertical pupils stared back at yours, the only thing the two of you really had in common.

“I’ll ask one more time: will you come home with me, (Y/N)?” Cupping your cheek, Kento wiped the snot dripping from your nose and the drool that had started to drip past your lip. “If you say no one more time, I can’t promise anything.”

“Kento-nii…” Sniffling pathetically, you blinked hard and shook your head.

“(Y/N).” Groaning in annoyance, Kento dropped his hands and put his head back. “I don’t think you’re listening-”

“Y-you listen to me!” Standing up abruptly, your chair fell over from the force and loudly clattered to the ground. “I’m never going back there! Not ever!” It was dangerous to shout at Kento, especially as you saw his pupils begin to dilate. Out of all your brothers friends, he was the one who took the rules most seriously.

Grabbing the food you had left, you ran out of the convenience store. As your feet slammed against the pavement, you didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see if he was chasing after you. Kento hadn’t been the type to play those sort of chase games back at home, but the desperation to have you back in that house was strong enough that he just might follow you.

Running all the way to the clubs back entrance, you slipped inside and hid in the storage room. No one truly bothered to come back there anyway, it was the perfect place to hide behind a few untouched boxes until it was time for your shift.

“Hey house cat, someone personally requested you.” Your boss grunted when she saw you, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“Who is it?” Attempting to look at the clipboard in her hands, you didn’t quite catch the name of the person that was written down.

“Who cares, it’s some rich fox wearing glasses. He’s at the back, you can’t miss his white hair.”

“What?” Your eyes shot open, heart stopping as her words bounced around your skull. It was too much of a coincidence that Kento had found you and now a white haired fox had requested you.

“Hey.” Grabbing you by the shoulder, your boss glared at you and turned your body around. “Get to work already and stop zoning the fuck out. You don’t want to make me put you on flyer duty do you? There’s some weirdos out tonight that would just love-”

“No! No, I’m sorry ma’am. I’ll get going right away.” Stepping away from her tight hold, you tried not to tremble as you walked to the back table. As you got closer, your knees nearly gave out on you as the fear you had was materializing right before your eyes.

It was indeed Gojo Satoru, your brother's best friend and the deadliest arctic fox you’ve ever come to know. With his pristine snow white hair and ears, keen blue eyes and those trademark dark sunglasses he wears, there was no mistaking him.

“Hey, little sister.” He crooned as you slid into the booth next to him, keeping a healthy distance between the two of you. “Missed ya.”

“Toru-nii, why are you here?” Keeping your eyes locked on the melting ice in his cup, you could barely breathe from the weight of your fear. There wasn’t anything that Satoru couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do. He’d always been the smartest, the strongest, he could beat any hybrid in anything he set his mind to, even with clear biological differences set between them.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m here to see my favorite little kitten at her new job!” Throwing his arms open wide, Satoru had an easy smile on his face despite your obvious discomfort. “Although, I can’t say you’re doing very well so far. My glass is still empty.”

Wordlessly, you stiffly poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him. Pouring one for yourself as well, you clinked your glasses together when he raised it and took a short sip. Usually you didn’t drink on the job, getting the bartenders to mix you something that was mostly pure juice. But tonight you needed to take a bit of edge off.

“Please just go.” Forcing the words out of your tight throat, a wave of nausea washed over you as Satoru put his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave here without you.” His lips brushed your ears like they used to back at home, but this time he wasn’t whispering crude little jokes to get you to giggle. Sliding his hand from your shoulder to around your ribs, Satoru quickly overwhelmed your personal space with the size of his body.

“Toru!” You gasped as his claws dug into your ribs, threatening to push through the spaces and break them entirely. Tugging on his hand, you looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to your lonely little table in the back.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Kento already tried to be nice and you were just so mean to him.”

“T-toru-nii, please!” Desperate tears sprang to your eyes as every word he spoke was punctuated with a tightening grip around you.

“And here I thought we trained you to be a good girl, (Y/N), I really did. But good girls don’t yell at their big brothers, they don’t lie and-” Satoru broke off to send a charming smile to a few passing hostesses before returning to you, “They certainly don’t run away.”

A choked sob racked through you, drowned out by the loud music being played overhead. In your struggle to get his hand off, you hadn’t realized Satoru slid you onto his lap until it was too late and he could wrap both long arms around you.

Forced to lean back against his lanky body, his fluffy white tail wrapped around yours, deftly hugging it close to him. Engulfing your scantily clad body, Satoru burrowed his nose between your ears, inhaling the scent he always said he liked back home.

“I’ve always wanted to see you wear something like this, ya know.” Thumbing the edge of your crop top, Satoru dipped his fingers underneath the fabric. “Always wanted to dress you up and play pretend, be my cute little hostess for the night.”

“Stop.” Grabbing his wrist, your eyes desperately searched for someone to come save you. But being seated at a table so far in the back of the club was playing to Satoru’s advantage; no one really paid attention to the back of the club because that’s where the truly shady things happened.

“C’mon kitty, play with me.” Satoru whined, bouncing you on his lap a few times. He was always childish, always whining for you to pay attention to him whenever he got the chance, and now was no different. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he had that trademark silly smile on his face regardless of the fact he had a death grip on your body.

“Toru-nii.” Jutting your lip out in a pout, you finally lurched your upper body forward enough to look at him over your shoulder.

“There’s that cutesy little face I missed.” Cooing at you, Satoru loosened his grip enough to let you sit sideways across his lap. Forcing you to wrap an arm around his middle, Satoru kept a tight grip on your back.

“Toru-nii…” Fiddling with the fabric of his shirt, you stole a glance at the eyes staring right through you. “Why do you- why are you helping him so much? You know what he did, I don’t-”

“I helped him do it.”

“What?” Your jaw fell slack and you stared right at him.

“Look, there’s no point in lying to you.” Leaning forward, Satoru grabbed his drink and took a generous swig. “I helped your brother kill your parents and stage it. We even practiced on a few drifters before moving onto the real deal.” Satoru’s smile had fallen, an unfamiliar serious look taking its place.

“You have no idea how long we all planned it, all three of us. Kento took care of your trust fund and the insurance, I subdued your parents and got them in position, and Suguru was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Tears were streaming down your face, smearing the makeup you’d put on, dripping into your open mouth. All other noise in the club fell away, leaving your ears ringing loudly from the silence in your head. Air was barely coming in or out of your lungs, your throat too tight to properly breathe.

“We had it all planned out perfectly, but then you just had to go and mess it up.” Satoru landed a swift slap to your thigh. “You just had to be a bad kitty and run off.” A second slap knocked the air back into you and your body jerked back.

“Toru-nii, why?!” Your scream was loud enough to be heard over the music, and Satoru looked around at the few curious eyes that were now looking at you, his ears flattening against his head as he forced a smile.

“We had to do it (Y/N), so we could all live together as a pack.”

“B-but we already had one.” Sure, you didn’t necessarily need to live in a group but it was nice to be in your adoptive family's pack and be surrounded by their love and care.

“That one...wasn’t the right fit.”

“For who?” Sniffling loudly, you wiped the snot from your nose. “Who wasn’t it right for?” It had been perfectly fine for you. There wasn’t any fighting, no strained dynamics and when your parents were alive, there wasn’t an overbearing older brother trying to completely consume you.

“You’ll do much better in the pack we have now, (Y/N).” Gripping your upper thigh tightly, Satoru leaned forward to press his lips against your ears once more. “Your big brothers will take great care of you.” A sound got caught in your throat, something halfway between a gasp and a scream.

“T-toru-Toru-nii.” A fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes and you blinked hard to keep them at bay. “Can I use the restroom? I just- I really need to use it.” Satoru stilled for a moment, sizing up your words and his options.

“Alright, but be quick.” Slowly releasing the tight hold he had on you, you could finally breathe again. Sliding out of the booth, you bolted to the employee bathroom and collapsed against the far wall.

There wasn’t a way out of the club without Satoru seeing. Even if you ran out the backdoor, he would still see you coming out of the bathroom. The front door was no use, there were too many people you would have to maneuver around.

“And then I said- what the hell, house cat? Are you drugged out?” A few bunny girls walked in, their long floppy ears decorated with silk ribbon. They never really spoke to you, but they weren’t mean to you either.

“My client- he’s just- I-” Stammering, you couldn’t find the words to explain the situation.

“Is he being a fucking freak?” Sauntering up to you, they tugged you up from the floor to lean against the sink counter. Sighing loudly as you nodded, one of them pulled out a small baggie from her bra, a few red pills tucked safely inside. “Here, slip one in his drink and he’ll be out like a light. Then you can have security escort him out.”

“No, he’ll notice.” Satoru would notice without a doubt if you tried to slip something into his drink. He was always watching you, sometimes more than your brother was.

“Alright well I’ll mix a drink and bring it to him, tell him he gets a free drink as a first time customer.”

“You’d do that, really?” You were nearly beside yourself with a sudden rush of hope.

“Yeah, why not? It’s been a while since I’ve had to drug a client. Plus, we can’t have our newest recruit quitting on us already!” Giving you a cheeky wink, the girls sent you on your way, promising to handle it swiftly.

Returning to the table, Satoru pulled you onto his lap once more. You didn’t struggle or make a single peep as his arms wound around you again. His grip was much softer now, not threatening to bruise and crush you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girls you talked to walk to the bar. They didn’t look at you at all, going straight to the bartender and whispering a few things in their ear. Attempting to make conversation with Satoru, you didn’t have to wait long for them to come to your table.

“Hi sir, we heard it was your first time here!” One of the girls shouted, bouncing on her heels and making her ears flop around.

“Mhmm, so we thought it would be a nice treat to give you a drink on the house!” Another girl came up, setting down a bright pink cocktail. “Go ahead and try it, I bet you’ll like it!”

“Hm, okay.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru grabbed the drink and took a sip, smacking his lips together at the flavor and then taking another. “This isn’t bad, thank you!”

“Of course sir, our pleasure.” Winking at the both of you, they walked away slowly, keeping their eyes on Satoru and fully turning away after seeing him down half the drink.

Satoru always did like a bit of liquor, and it would quickly be his downfall. The drink was a sweet fruity concoction to mask the bitter pill as it dissolved and Satoru’s deadly sweet tooth was hooked immediately.

You didn’t even fully wait for him to pass out before getting out of his lap. His heavy head bobbed side to side, his words slurred not like you’d heard before and his arms had fallen slack off of you. Only his droopy eyes could seem to follow you, silently demanding you to stay in place.

Throwing on your outside clothes in the back room, you kept your hood tightly drawn as you ran from the club. You weren’t worried about pissing your boss off and having to deal with the repercussions, you wouldn’t be returning to that place ever again.

Bursting through your front door, you grabbed whatever clothes you could and shoved them into your bag. The small stack of bills you kept hidden in the bathroom was a welcomed weight to your growing pile, there was enough to at least buy a train ticket and a hot meal a good distance from Tokyo.

Under the cover of the moonless night, you tried to stick to the back alleys on your way to the station that would take you out of town. It paid off to live in such a seedy area, you knew all the ins and outs and where to go to avoid being seen.

Popping your head out from an alleyway, the street before you was deserted. A long string of old warehouses called the street home, their brick and mortar facades well worn from time. Dodging the streetlights as best you could, you could practically taste freedom on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh little sister.” A voice rang out into the dead street, an eerie song sung on the lips of the one man you’d never wanted to see again. Keeping as still as possible, your eyes burned from not blinking, and your lungs from not breathing.

His slow, methodical footsteps scraped across the cement ground, echoing in the silence and heightening your anxiety with every slow drag of his feet. As the sound drew closer, you pressed yourself against the doorway of a warehouse. There wasn’t any way you could outrun your brother, so you had to devise a plan to outsmart him when he got close enough.

“Little sister, I’ve been looking for you.” Suguru came to a halt right in front of you, his towering build casting a shadow over you in the already dark alcove. He was wearing what he had on the last time you saw him, a simple black tracksuit and his favorite slides. His hair had gotten a little longer, resting a few inches past his shoulder blades with the top half in a bun.

Quirking a brow, Suguru hummed low in his chest, reaching an arm out and resting a hand next to your head. His long black claws scraped against the wood of the door, his hand easily large enough to encompass your whole face and then some. The natural musky scent of his body was sickeningly familiar, like you’d only gone just a few hours without smelling it.

“Tell me, did you have fun playing hide and seek with your big brother?” Flashing two rows of gleaming white and perfectly straight canine teeth, Suguru leaned over you, the expanse of his chest blocking out any wiggle room. “I hope you did, because I’m done playing now.”

“Y-you’re not my- my big brother anymore.” Screwing your eyes closed, you twisted your head away from him as much as you could.

“Don’t say such things, (Y/N), you’ll hurt my feelings.” Suguru laughed dryly, clearly unamused.

“Getou li- ahh!” In a flash Suguru had his other hand around your neck, lifting you up to dangle on your tiptoes as he choked you.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, do you fucking understand?” Staring at you with unblinking eyes, Suguru squeezed hard. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he let go, stepping back slightly to let you fall to the ground.

Struggling to regain your breath, you tried to crawl away through the small gap left between the wall and him. You barely got one full step before Suguru grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, forcing you to stand and practically dangling you in the air like a doll.

“What’s this?” Seeing the sliver of skin underneath the hoodie, Suguru wrenched it off of you. Your sweats came off shortly after and you were exposed to the elements and his growing glare. “Care to explain why you’re half fucking naked?”

“G-” You started but quickly pressed your lips closed at the sharp look he sent you. “Suguru, just let me go.”

“Answer my fucking question.” His tone left no room for further argument, and you slowly drew your arms over your exposed midriff.

“I started working at a...a hostess bar.” Your words hung in the air, the weight of them heavy and clinging to every part of you. Suguru’s face made no change, the only thing that tipped you off to his anger was the intense flaring of his nostrils.

“My precious little sister has been working at a hostess bar for the past two months? You’ve been dressed like this every night, getting stared at and perved on by god knows what kind of men? You ran away for this?” Suguru’s voice was far too steady for the situation, spiking the already high adrenaline in your blood.

“Suguru please-”

“And it seems you’ve forgotten the number one rule. You know what you’re supposed to call me.” Backing you up onto the door again, Suguru’s fluffy black tail flicked out behind him, it’s long drawn out shadow swaying back and forth.

“You’re not my brother.” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes followed his tail. There was no way you could look him in the eye after saying that. Suguru began to laugh, a cold and hollow sound from the base of his throat that sent a chill down your spine.

“And why exactly is that?” Slamming both hands down on either side of your head, he leaned down to make eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide against his already pitch black irises.

“You know.” Forcing the words out of your mouth, you curled into yourself as much as you could.

“No, I don’t.” Speaking slowly, Suguru waited just a few seconds before slamming his hands down again. “Tell me little kitten, right now!” You let out a piercing scream, covering your face with your hands.

“You killed our parents! You killed them and I heard you fucking do it!” Coming face to face with your adopted brother, the man that killed your parents in cold blood, and having to talk to him about it were all making your head spin.

“No, no I didn’t do that, honey. You’ve got it all wrong.” Suguru’s voice dropped low, instantly adopting a soothing tone. His fingers toyed with the edges of your ears, brushing the soft fur gently. “Mommy and daddy...they had problems. And I know it must be hard to believe, but they did it to themselves.”

“You’re such a liar!” Smacking his hand away from your ears, you glared at him, frustrated tears stewing on your lash line. “I heard you shoot them Suguru! I heard mom-” Your voice cracked, and the tears began to stream down your face. “I heard her tell you not to do it.”

Falling silent, Sugurus face remained neutral. His hand remained in the air from when you smacked it away, and the only indication he was still alive was the subtle flicker of his eyelids and the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

“I knew I should have drugged you more.” He finally broke the silence, putting his hand back on the door to keep you trapped. Everything Suguru did felt like you were watching it in slow motion. The way he drew in a deep breath, expanded his chest and arms out wide and then drew you into a tight, bone crushing embrace all felt like it happened too slow. Like you should have been able to prevent it.

“Suguru!” You screamed his name from the top of your lungs, throat quickly going raw from the volume of your shouts. “Let me go! Let me go!” Writhing around, you felt the air quickly being squeezed out of you.

“It doesn’t matter now though. It’s all in the past!” Laughing to himself, Suguru took a few steps back, going to the middle of the deserted street and under a light post. “That’s right! The past! No need to worry about it, what’s done is done!”

“Su-Sugu-nii! Sugu-nii please!” You finally broke. You finally called him what he had trained you to call him for all those years. Your precious big brother.

“Oh how I missed hearing you call me that!” Still laughing, Suguru let out a loud hum. “I think I should record you saying that so I can play it over and over whenever I need my fix.”

“Sugu-nii, please!” The tears of frustration were now turning to tears of fear and desperation. The squeezing had stopped, you could just barely suck in air, but your feet still dangled off the ground. “Please let me go- this isn’t okay!”

“What does a dumb little kitten know about what is and isn’t okay?”

“Sugu!”

“You’re just a stupid little baby who got scared without her mommy and daddy and ran away. Well don’t worry, my darling sister, Sugu-nii is here to take care of you.” Nuzzling his nose against your ears affectionately, Suguru sighed contently. “We’ll be a family again, just like before. You’ll be with the pack just like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m not- not even a fox, Sugu!” Your chances of leaving his hold anytime soon were quickly diminishing, there wasn’t much you could say - if anything - to convince him to stop. “I don’t need to live in a pack, I don’t- I’m not a canine at all!”

“Hm, like that matters. Foxes act more like cats anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders, Suguru put his hand on the back of your head, raking his nails softly against your scalp. He was holding you now like a baby doll, the arm that had previously been crushing you against him now coming to rest under your bottom and cradle you.

Something caught your eye, making you twist away from Suguru in hopes that it was someone that had heard the screams and was coming to save you. Your heart deflated just as quickly as it swelled when it was Kento who had appeared, a metal briefcase in his hands.

“Look, Kento-nii is here. Go to him.” Putting you on your feet, Suguru nudged you forward. Your knees locked, refusing to move toward the imposing figure.

“It wasn’t nice to drug Gojo like that, little kitten. He’s passed out in the back of the car as we speak, you’ll have to apologize to him when he wakes up.” Kento closed the distance between the two of you, eyes glowering and brows tightly knit together.

“How did you-”

“You think just because you run away we can’t track your scent? How do you think we found you at the club after you so rudely left our conversation? Just a few sniffs and it was like you walked us right there.” Flicking the briefcase open, Kento’s face was obscured as he began to dig around for the contents. “I was waiting by the backdoor of that shitty little club, I had a feeling Gojo wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back and you’d make a run for it again, and you did. It was far too easy to call up Getou and let him know.”

The words Kento was saying were barely sticking inside your head, your complete focus going to the loaded syringe he had pulled out from the briefcase and was now holding in his hands, an almost bored expression on his face.

Taking a step back as he took one forward, you bumped into Suguru’s chest. He made a tsking noise, quickly sliding an arm under your chin and another around your middle to keep you from moving.

“Stop! Stop, Sugu-nii please!” The tears that dripped down your face didn’t matter anymore. Your voice going hoarse from all the screaming didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. At least, nothing you wanted mattered.

“Just try to be calm, little sis. Kento will be quick.” Suguru chuckled darkly, resting his chin atop your head. Any further words you had dissolved into frantic screams as Kento grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from your body.

Pushing the needle into you, he injected you with a serene face. Like he had practiced this before, almost as if he was a doctor giving you a flu shot. Whatever was in the syringe was gone quickly, Kento unloading the whole vial into you before calmly placing it back in the briefcase and shutting it.

“Don’t cry baby.” Suguru cooed, pressing a flurry of kisses on your head as he loosened his hold and began to wipe the tears off your face.

“Sugu- Kento-” You were losing track of the world and fast. Things blurred together, the crisp edges of Kento’s body were melting into the brick walls behind him. Your limbs were giving out on you and Suguru was quick to pick you up and cradle you like he had done before.

“Sshh, just go to sleep.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru whispered softly, giggling at the way you closed your heavy eyes and relaxed into his embrace. “We’ll be home before you know it. One big happy family.”

[hizashis-lil-bunbun]

No Rest for the Wicked- HardDom!Dabi X Fem! Brat Reader

Prompt: Dabi just wants to take a nap but everything goes wrong

I asked a friend in one of my discord groups for a random writing prompt when I was up late. Something about this one activated my inner ✨brat✨

Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.3k

Kinks/Warnings: brat taming, degradation, pain play, spanking, belting, mild dacryphilia, bondage, edging and denial, hints of dubcon

Banner made by the always lovely @ladyshinigami!

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Exhausted.

That was the best way to sum up Dabi’s mood as he trudged through the bar fronting the League’s headquarters. Shigaraki had sent him out on a mission with orders to “stake out and take out” a small band of up-and-coming heroes. It had been easy enough to find them (newbies can never resist being flashy), but making sure they were all disposed of was another matter. A matter only made more complicated by a few rogue civilians that happened to spot him. It had taken him two full days to track everyone down, leaving him covered in blood, soot, and burns. In short, Dabi needed a break.

“Well, well, well.” Came the nasally voice of their fearless leader, “The prodigal son returns! Took you long enough, Dabi. Hope that means you didn’t fuck up the mission.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Dabi snaps back, too tired and sore to care about his tone. Not that he’d be any kinder to Shigaraki if he wasn’t. “I did what you asked and left no witnesses. Now piss off before I turn you into a smoldering pile.”

Shigaraki didn’t rise to Dabi’s bait, opting to simply flip him the bird before going back to whatever game console he was currently obsessed with. Dabi returns the gesture in kind, glowering as he disappears behind the bar and into the League’s living quarters. Their warehouse provides more than enough space for everyone to have their own room, and the boss even allowed them to decorate and furnish them as they pleased. Wasn’t that generous? Dabi plods down the hallway to his assigned room and kicks open the door only to find it was occupied. By you.

“Dabi?” You question for a moment before your eyes light up with excitement. “Dabi! You’re back!”

As a fellow Stain devotee, you’d sought out the LOV and been initiated as a member a mere six months ago. And two months later, you’d been initiated into Dabi’s bed. You wouldn’t exactly call yourselves “lovers.” Love was few and far between in a hornet’s nest of villains. But you’d certainly become something more than the occasional lay.

He grunts as he stalks into the room, shedding his coat and boots as he went. Dabi was never big on grand displays of affection. And in his current state, that small show of acknowledgment may as well have been equivalent to a bear hug.

“I missed you.” You chirp back, undeterred by his gruff response. “How was the mission?”

“Long and shitty.” Came his terse reply as he strips off the rest of his clothes and grabs a towel from a nearby wall hook. “I need a fucking shower.”

He wraps the towel around his waist before he sets about searching for body wash and a first aid kit. Greedy eyes roam the plane of his toned torso, eager to touch the scarred and stapled flesh you’d spent many a night mapping out. Before joining the League, you’d never had an opinion one way or the other on touch or physical intimacy. You didn’t dislike it by any means; it was just something people did, fuck buddies or otherwise. But now that you’d shared a bed with Dabi, your perspective had changed. His rough touch was your drug of choice, intoxicating in all the best ways. And with him being gone for almost 72 hours? It was safe to say you were jonesing for a hit.

“Oooh, sounds like fun.” You purr, sprawling out on the mattress in a catlike stretch. “Want me to join you? I think we could use a little… quality time together.”

He snorts derisively at that, straightening up once he’d found his supplies and fixing you with a deep scowl. So pretty even when he’s pissed. You bat your eyelashes in return.

“Don’t get cute, dollface. Once I get cleaned up I’m passing out for the next century.”

Before you can shoot off another coquettish remark, he turns on his heel and marches out the door in the direction of the communal showers. You huff and clamber out of bed to follow him, determined that he wouldn’t get away so easily.

“C’mon Dabi!” You whine, trotting along behind him as he stalks down the hallway. “I haven’t seen you in days! Are you really just gonna give me the cold shoulder?”

“Yup.” He snaps back, shooting you a harsh glare over said shoulder before barging through the bathroom door. From the other side you can hear his bark of “Move it, psycho!” followed by an indignant squeak from whom you can only assume to be Toga. You huff and stamp your foot like a petulant child, turning on your heel to flounce off in the direction of the League’s bar front.

“Bastard.” You seethe under your breath, “Who does he think he is, ignoring me like that? It’s his fault I’m so pent up. If I tried ignoring him when he was all hot and bothered–!”

You pause for a moment as a lightbulb goes off in your head. A single impish thought flashes through your mind and it causes your lips to curl into a Cheshire grin. He wants to play games? You’ll give him games.

You continue your trek into the dimly-lit, woodpandeled speakeasy, a renewed vigor in your stride as you make a beeline for the bar top. Kurogiri is standing behind it as per usual, wiping out a pint glass like the faithful bartender he pretends to be. You sidle up to the bar and place both hands on the oaken surface, adopting a sweet, too-innocent lilt to your voice.

“Kuro-baby.” You purr, the cutesy pet name causing the misty specter to look up from his task. “Can I have a glass of water, please? With lots of ice, if you don’t mind.”

Wordlessly, Kurogiri sets down the glass and picks up a shorter one, using it to scoop up a generous portion of ice from the freezer below before filling it nearly to the brim from the tap. If he has any suspicion of you, he’s very good at hiding it. The same can’t be said for Shigaraki, sitting a few stools down from you and still tapping away at the buttons of his console.

“Fucking with Staples again?” He questions disinterestedly, followed by a hiss of annoyance when the game lets out a series of gunshots. He must have gotten himself killed again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You shoot back airily, swiping the glass from Kurogiri’s outstretched hand and hopping off your own barstool.

“It’s your funeral!” He calls after you, waving you off with one hand. You snicker as you march back into the living quarters, one hand wrapped around the chilled glass and the other flattened over the top to ensure you won’t spill a drop along the way. Soon you find yourself back in front of the bathroom door and, suppressing the urge to giggle, you slowly push through it and into the steamy room beyond. In spite of the hideout’s outward appearance, the place is surprisingly clean and well-kempt (all thanks to den mother Kurogiri). Two sinks stand against the left-hand side of the wall, with two doors opposite them leading to the toilets. Next to the sinks are the showers: three open-faced, tile cubes barely covered by flimsy plastic curtains. Toga is standing in front of the nearest sink, wearing a skimpy pair of Hello Kitty pajamas and washing the blood and goop from her latest transformation out of her navy, pleated skirt. She looks up at you when you enter and you quickly put one finger to your lips, smirking as you point between the glass and the running shower beyond. Toga lets loose a sadistic giggle of her own before hastily shushing herself when you hear Dabi’s bark of “Pipe down out there!”

As you move past her, you can see her mouth the words, “You’re so dead, big sis.”

You can feel a jolt of adrenaline course through your veins as you sneak up to the edge of the tiled wall separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom, the glass in your hand shaking briefly. A small amount of water sloshes over the rim and spatters onto the floor, the sound barely overshadowed by the shower.

“Doll?”

His low, rumbling voice coming from the other side of the curtain sends another shiver down your spine.

“What are you up to out there?” He growls dangerously, as if he has a sixth sense when it comes to you and your shenanigans. For just a moment, the rational part of your brain takes over and makes you question your actions. Dabi’s already in a foul mood, and getting worse by the second by the sound of it. Maybe if you hold off and behave like a good girl–

Your body seems to move of its own accord. The next thing you know, the contents of the glass are sailing through the air, arching high over the plastic curtain rod and landing with a messy splat onto your unwitting victim on the other side.

“What the fu–!” Dabi’s curse is cut off by yours and Toga’s mad giggling as you sprint out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Passing by a very confused-looking Spinner, you dart inside Dabi’s room and slam the door, locking it for good measure. Seconds later, he’s pounding on it, using enough force that you’re convinced it might splinter and break off its hinges.

“Open this door right now and make this easier on yourself!” He roars, furiously jiggling the handle.

You let him pound away for a few more seconds, in part to allow yourself time to catch your breath but mostly to delay the unenviable punishment. With a deep, steadying breath, you plaster on a mildly amused expression, undo the lock, and pull open the door. Dabi is visibly seething, water dripping from his hair and cascading in rivulets down his toned chest onto the towel slung low on his hips. His brows are knitted together in rage, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously while one hand is still raised in a fist.

“Oh hey, babe. Done with the shower al–?”

His hands are around your throat before you can blink, your sassy remark devolving into a high-pitched squeak.

“You little bitch.” He spits at you, forcibly backing you further into the room as he advances. “Was that your idea of a joke?”

“N-no.” You gasp in response, voice slightly raspy from the pressure on your jugular. “I just thought–“

“Thought what exactly?” Dabi growls, kicking the door shut behind him with one foot before giving your shoulders a hard shove and pushing you onto the bed. You land with a slight bounce, the momentum giving you just enough time to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Well?” He hisses, venom dripping from the word as he glares down at you.

“I was worried.” You start slowly, tone almost loving as you gaze up at him with big, doe eyes. “You seemed so tense when you got back. And don’t think I didn’t notice those new burns on your arms. So I thought, since the mission was so hard on you…”

Your face suddenly splits into a shit-eating grin.

“I thought you might need to cool down for a minute.”

Dabi blinks for a second, seemingly struck dumb by your remark. And then his hands are back on you in an instant, roughly flipping you over to lie chest-down with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Of all the stupid–“

Your shirt is ripped over your head from behind.

“Immature–“

There goes the bra, clasps and straps lost to a wildfire of blue flames as it falls away from your body in a charred heap.

“Bratty little schemes.”

Your leggings and panties are harshly yanked down, slipped off, and discarded into some unknown corner of the room. You feel cool air hit your legs and backside, moments before a harsh slap lands on your right cheek. With a yelp, you cast a wide-eyed glance over your shoulder at the menacing presence behind you; a pillar of rage and sadistic urges looming over your naked form.

“You wanted my attention that badly, dollface? Well I’m sorry to say you’ve got it now.”

Before you can react beyond a pained, needy whimper, Dabi hooks his right arm under your thighs to haul you up and onto the bed. He lays his full weight across your back and reaches around and underneath the farthest edge of the bed to produce a simple, black cuff, attached to the nylon spreader running along the underside of the mattress. Giving it a few cursory tugs, he grabs ahold of your right wrist and yanks it towards the corresponding corner, attaching the device with practiced speed and precision. You continue to writhe and pant below him, muttering a litany of curses and “no’s” as he does the same to the opposite side. You’re now bound by both wrists, unable to do more than thrash wildly on the mattress in a humiliating, spread eagle position.

“Seems like you need a reminder of who’s in charge around here.” He snarls in your ear, pushing himself off of you and marching over to his discarded pile of clothing. You can hear the soft rustle of fabric, followed by the telltale clink of metal on metal that makes your eyes go wide.

“Y-you wouldn’t dare…” You start breathlessly, just before the first blinding sting of leather greets your exposed skin, right at the juncture where the soft swell of your ass meets the tender flesh of your thighs.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Dabi says mockingly, his tone dripping with false pity and saccharine sweetness as he takes his place at the edge of the bed once more. “I don’t have any problems dealing with a mouthy… little… brat like you.”

His words are punctuated by three more vicious blows, this time striking the meatiest part of your ass and sending the pliant flesh jiggling. The metal rivets in his belt only add to the pain, biting into your rapidly heating flesh and causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. Shifting your hips in a futile attempt to get away from Dabi and his newfound torture device, you roll partly onto your side and look over at him with watery, pleading eyes.

“S-sir… Dabi, please!” You sputter out, voice already wavering as your resolve crumbles beneath the stinging sensation. But Dabi’s not in the mood for bargaining. Instead, he growls as he wraps an arm around your waist and shoves his left knee underneath your belly, hiking your ass further into the air.

“Hold still!” He barks at you, another crack of his belt sending a fresh wave of searing pain along your already raw skin. You scream in agony, unable to do more than wriggle and squirm against his hold.

“Start counting, brat.” He demands huskily, your only warning before the next punishing spank meets your burning flesh.

“One!” You gasp out, “I’m sorry! Please–!”

Another blow lands, somehow harder than all the others, revisiting the spot where ass and thigh meet and causing you to wail in pain.

“Too late for apologies, dollface. The only thing I wanna hear from that slutty little mouth is counting. Understand me?”

The arm looped around your waist tightens in warning, and you hiccup before sputtering out a shaky, “T-two.”

“That’s more like it.”

He continues spanking you at a steady pace, the only respite coming when he pauses to hear you choke out the next number. By ten strokes, you’re bawling. By fifteen, you’re practically brain dead, unable to quell the sobs that wrack through your body or think beyond the next count. He mercifully stops at twenty, dropping the belt and loosening his own grip on you. All you can focus on is the burning pain radiating out from your tanned backside, sobbing as you bury your face into the pillow below you for comfort. Dabi’s own breathing is heavy and ragged, and he takes a few deep, measured breaths to steady himself. After a few moments, that hand that once held his belt is carefully laid on the curve of your ass, and you gasp both at the gentle touch and the shock of prickly pain it brings. Judging by the way he strokes the heated flesh, you’re sure the silver eyelets have left a series of bruises behind.

“S-s-sir.” You blubber, “I’m... I…”

“Shhhh, quiet down.” He says softly, voice uncharacteristically tender as he runs his hand along the width of your heated cheeks. “It’s over now. You did so well.”

The unexpected praise makes you whimper beneath his affections, devolving into a quiet moan as his hand travels even lower, fingers coming to rest at the entrance to your heated core. He begins to gently massage at your folds, middle finger slipping inside to find you impossibly wet and clenching around the digit.

“You filthy little thing…” He breathes out on a chuckle, “Are you really that turned on by me beating the hell out of your cute little ass?”

His finger delves deeper, pussy eagerly sucking him in as you keen below him. His free hand begins to lightly scratch up and down your back, goosebumps rising in the wake of each careful caress. Without thinking, you shift further onto your knees, fighting through the pain to push against his hand.

“Please, Sir.” You moan wantonly, “More. Please.”

With another dark chuckle, Dabi slips a second finger inside of you and begins to languidly pump them in and out. Pain and pleasure meld together in a sinful symphony, pants and whimpers coming from you as you rock your abused body against his own scarred flesh. He adjusts the angle and crooks his fingers downwards, curling them just shy of that sensitive bundle of nerves you know would have you seeing stars. Your back arches as you hungrily push against him, dignity forgotten in the face of pure, carnal desire.

“Getting impatient, are we?” He growls teasingly, fingers suddenly slipping out from your sopping core and wrenching a high-pitched whine from the back of your throat. He moves off the bed entirely, ordering you to stay put as he walks over to the nearby dresser and opens up the top drawer. Like the cuffs would allow you to do anything otherwise.

“Ah, here we go.” He says after a few seconds of rummaging, striding back over to the bed and taking up residence behind you. You feel the mattress dip under his weight seconds before his hands find your hips, roughly hauling them upwards and forcing your face further into the pillows. You shriek as he grabs ahold of your left cheek and squeezes harshly, pain shooting up your spine like a bolt of summer lightning. Something hard and cool prods at your quivering entrance, briefly brushing against your clit before being plunged inside of you. The sudden stretch feels at once too much and deeply satiating, sending burning, pleasurable heat licking across your oversensitized nerves. Once the toy is sunk to the hilt, Dabi gives a short grunt of satisfaction before sliding off the bed and circling around to lean over your quivering form. You turn your head to face him and he smirks at the sight of your fucked out expression: eyes red and puffy, cheeks streaked with half-dried tears, lips swollen from the bluntness of your own teeth.

“Aren’t you a sight?” He hums lowly, brushing away an errant strand of hair to plant a condescending kiss to your temple. “Such a needy little slut for me.”

With another dark chuckle, Dabi pats your cheek, straightens up, and turns towards the door.

“Wait!” You squeak out, squirming against your restraints as you watch his retreating back. “You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

“That’s the plan, dollface.” He shoots back, casting you a wicked grin over his left shoulder as he pulls the door open. “At least until I finish my shower.”

[shopcrescentmoods]

These are for sale on my ig! shopcrescentmoodss 💕

[an-honest-puck]

Rosie - Cold Open

Fic title: Spiriting Gently | AO3 link- Part 1: Rosie - Cold Open

Warnings: implied death (they are ghosts, after all lol)

A girl wanders up to Button House, gazing up at the huge manor in awe. In the window, Fanny is gazing out at the grounds.

"Who is that?" she says, watching the girl walk across the grass. "Such impudence. Off the lawn! Off the lawn! Alison!"

Alison joins them at the window. "What's wrong now?" she sees the girl in her school uniform, "Oh my god-"

Outside, the girl is ambling up the driveway, still staring up at the house.

"Hello?" She raises her hand to knock on the door, "Anyone h-"

Before she can attempt to knock, the door is opened by Alison, who is a little out of breath from sprinting downstairs to let her in.

"Hi, hello, are you alright? You look a little..." Alison trails off, taking in the dirt-streaked, scuffed up state of the girl's uniform. "Uh, lost."

The girl looks down and notices the state of her clothing. "Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah. I think I am. Could I maybe use your phone? Please? I think I lost mine..."

"Oh my god, yes, of course! Come in!" Alison ushers her inside. "Would you like some water or tea?"

The girl sits down in the armchair next to the phone with a sigh, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Um, no thanks, I'm good."

"Who is that?" Kitty asks.

"Poor mite," Pat says, "She looks dead tired."

"That make sense," Robin pipes up, "Because she-"

"Who'd you let in?" Mike asks as he looks around the room.

The girl regathers her senses and is about to pick up the phone.

"This school kid-" Alison glances at the girl apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't get your name-" she turns back to Mike, who is still scanning the room, "But she's just using our phone, I think her battery died-"

Robin lets out a sharp bark of laughter. Mike stops looking around and focuses on Alison.

"Ally, there's no one by the phone." he says slowly.

Cut to the girl, whose hand goes through the phone.

"Tried to tell you." Robin shrugs.

The girl gapes at the phone. Then at her hand. Then, very slowly:

"What the f-" CUE THE INTRO MUSIC

[fbfh]

domestic cozy moments with leo - an anthology

i should really be asleep

aged up to 18+ obvs,,,, rlly wishing this was real rn lmao,,, also it’s fluff if u couldn’t tell 

1600 words

You set down your last box, hearing a thump in the next room as he sets his. You will your legs to carry you into the next room where he’s waiting, standing, looking at you. The glaring over head light still somehow makes him look good, and you can tell, by this point, that he’s thinking something similar about you. He pulls you closer with one strong comforting gesture, and you both flop unceremoniously down onto the bare mattress on the floor. You tuck the crook of your elbow over your face to block out the harsh light, and gently rub your face into the material of his shirt; a dark flannel over a deep red hoodie, some quote splashed across the chest. The arm wrapped around you bent, his hand brushing the hair at the top of your forehead. 

“We did it,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” you replied, “now we just gotta unpack everything.”

“And organize.”

“And decorate,” you add. There’s a beat of silence.

“God, this is gonna be a nightmare, isn’t it…” he laughs, head resting on top of yours. A slow, tired chuckle rocks your body. 

“Yeah, probably…”

You’ve both been up since about 4am, and have only just finished moving into your apartment. It’s around one or two in the morning. You’re beyond exhausted, the thrill of the move and shitty, delerious humor keeping you running for the last few hours. 

“Y’know what,” he moves, kicking off his shoes, “I say we just crash for the night. Deal with the rest of it in the morning.” He’s already mumbling, his voice groggy - groggier than before - and you can tell he’s losing orbit. Against your wishes, you make yourself sit up. You kneel over to a box a few feet away, and rip the tape off. You pull out a duvet, and shuffle back over to him. 

“Yeah,” you say, already slipping out of your sneakers and throwing some of the blanket over him, “sounds good.” You curl back into him, into a slightly more comfortable position, and start to settle down. 

“Shit,” he hisses, “the light.” You realize the light’s still on and groan.

“Oh god… we’re really that dumb,” you can feel the sleep deprived laughter taking over.

“Wait, wait,” he giggles, the infectious laugh spreading. He leans over, fumbling for the mop next to the broom and vacuum, and holds the flat head, the pole in between his fingers. You feel him shift, and pry your eyes open. He’s almost got it. You make some encouraging ‘oh, ooooh!’s as he lines up the loop at the top with the light switch on the wall and darkness engulfs you. He lays back down in a heap, setting the mop on the floor next to him. 

“Nice!” you press a kiss below his ear, the closest place you could reach, and he mutters sleepily, “Thank you, thank you, I’ll be signing autographs in half an hour,” laughter seeping into his words like a teabag in hot water as he pulls his hood up. Your limbs are already tingly with sleep. He mutters something you can’t make out, and you’re pretty sure you tried to ask what, but you don’t remember anything after that. You don’t know who fell asleep first, but you both slept really well that night. 

~

Your piping was migraine worthy. 

That’s what Leo had said after about a minute under your bathroom sink. 

You had noticed the water pressure in the sink got really weak after a day or two. Your apartment was pretty old, so it wasn’t surprising. 

“Should we call the superintendent?” you asked through a mouth of ramen. A smile hit his eyes, and you finished the thought he hadn’t said.

“To let him know,” you shoved his chest playfully, “I know you can fix it, that wasn’t a question.” It backed off, and instead he said, “You can try, but I’m pretty sure he’s one of those three-to-five-business-days types.” 

“Well, at least he’ll know what’s going on.” He still had that look. “I’ll tell him not to call a plumber. My boyfriend’s an engineer and can more than handle it.” He seemed satisfied, and grabbed his tools. 

“I’m just saying, I think I know a thing or two about this stuff…” You pulled the still ringing phone from your face. “Duh, you’re the-” the phone stopped ringing. Voicemail. You rolled your eyes as the beep sounded, and left a brief message explaining who you were and the situation. After you finished talking, you hung up. 

“God, I hate talking on the phone,” you mutter. You turn the corner to the bathroom doorway. 

“How’s it looking?” you lean on the door frame, and suppress a chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend laying on a skateboard under the bathroom sink. 

“This makes… no sense…” he muttered. “I mean, who- why would you put a dual check there?” You smiled, loving when he talked about his hyperfixations, even if it barely made sense to you. You decided to check back in a bit, and went to transfer some laundry. 

It had been a while. You had checked on Leo two or three times, and he was still doing something under there. He had come out once or twice to get some parts or piping from his supplies, then went straight back to work. If only you had a dollar for every time you heard him sigh, “there’s gotta be a better way to do this…” It’s been two hours and he needs a break. 

You walk back into the bathroom, step over him, and sit down, your hips right on top of his.

He stops.

He pushes you both out from under the sink, skateboard rolling slowly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Hello,”

“Hi,”

~

You just wanted to take out the trash, that was all. But when you entered the back alley and saw a little kitty cat looking so scared by the dumpster, you couldn’t stop your instincts. You set the trash down slowly, scooped up the cat, and marched back inside. You set her - or him? You weren’t sure yet. You set them in the bathroom, made a little nest of towels close to the radiator, and left, closing the door behind you. You came back in with a small storage bin with cat litter - which Leo luckily had on hand for absorbing oil spills in his garage - paper bowls with some tuna and water, and a small ball of yarn from a long since abandoned craft project. The kitty ate all the tuna in record time, and looked at you, asking for more. 

“Wait for that to digest, then you can have seconds.” you said, softly. You gave them a little head pat, and they skittered away, unused to affection. It made your heart a little sad. But it’s okay, you reminded yourself, kitty’s gonna get lots of love from now on. You adjust your seat on the edge of the tub, trying to stop your butt from going numb. You pick the cat up to put them in their makeshift bed, and check under their tummy. Yup, girl kitty. She lets out a high pitched meow, and you can tell she’s still pretty young. You pet her back, and she arches up, her tail curling. She moves away from your hand, still not used to it yet, but a loud purr resonates through her chest and off the walls. You hold back a delighted squeal as she curls up into a ball. Oh jeez, do you have any blankets? You could cover her with a towel, but do you have anything softer? You leave to check, closing the door securely behind you. You dig through the linen closet for a few minutes before you hear the door open and close. 

“Honey, I’m home,” Leo quipped, putting his jacket on the coat rack. You picked up a small fleece decorative blanket you had no use for until now. 

“Hey,” he turned the corner, and placed his hand on your face, and your free hand rested on his. He pressed a warm kiss to your lips, and pulled away even though he didn’t want to. “Hey, Sparky,” you replied, a smile only he could give you blooming on your face. 

He started to tell you you two could catch up in a minute, he just has to wash the stubborn leftover machine oil off his hands, but you stopped him before he could.

“I have a surprise.” You said.

“Okay,” he replied, smiling, “what is it?”

You bit your lip, and quickly pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you. 

“Woah, babe,” he smirked, “if you wanted-” his voice cut off when he saw you kneeling next to a small kitty. 

“Her name is garbage, cause that’s where I found her!” you giggled, quoting the episode of The Office you two had watched just last night. 

“Aww,” he cooed, and began to wash his hands hastily so he could pet her, “she’s adorable!” his voice was soft, and higher than normal, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever heard. He dried off his hands, and bent down to give her a cuddle. You stayed like that for a while, watching her play with string and baby talking her. 

“By the way, Estrella,” he said, breaking his baby voice to look up at you, “we’re not actually naming her garbage, right?”

“No!” you laughed, “She’s too cute, that’d be mean…” 

He giggled at your face, and you two batted names back and forth for a while, trying to find the right one, and eventually settling on Jackhammer, maybe Jack for short.  “She’s definitely as loud as one,” Leo mused when he’d first heard her purr.

She purred a lot more after that.

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Shallow Waters (Part V)

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Hendery x Brittany (OC) (feat. WayV and Louis)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst

Warnings: mentions of sex and mating, blood, mentions of abandonment and infidelity

Brittany’s lunch consisted of ham, broccoli, and mac & cheese, while Hendery chowed down on some raw salmon. He hated that he wouldn’t be able to try the foods that she or other humans enjoyed, but he was grateful she was willing to find him a variety of different fish. That way, he didn’t feel as if he was eating the same thing over and over again. The drinks, however, didn’t affect him, yet he preferred to drink just water.

The weather cleared up by the time the couple had finished their meals. While still cloudy, the rain and thunder had come to a halt. Hendery glanced out the window and watched the ocean as Brittany cleaned the dishes.

He then thought about his siren friends. It had been almost two months since he last saw them, and he figured they had to have been finished with helping the other sea creatures. What better opportunity for Brittany to meet the sirens?

Turning to Brittany, he asked her, “Would Brittany like to meet Hendery’s friends?”

She paused midway through loading the dishwasher when he spoke. There was a moment of silence before she answered, “Oh, the sirens?”

“Yes.”

“Of course, I would,” she smiled as she closed the dishwasher and started it. “When?”

“Would Brittany like to go now? The storm has stopped.”

She glanced out the window to see he was right. The clouds still looked heavy as if the bottom might fall out again, but if they were only gone for a few minutes they should be fine.

“Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll go change.”

Knowing they might have to swim again, Brittany went back to her room and slipped on her blue bikini before putting on a loose cover up. Hendery was in awe of her when she returned to the kitchen.

“Let’s go quickly before it rains again,” she said as she grabbed the merman’s hand, almost ignoring his admirations of her.

When they reached the beach, Hendery transformed into his merman form. He led her out in the same direction of where they first hung out about two months earlier; but instead of stopping there, they swam a little further until there was what Brittany could describe as an oasis. Palm trees as tall as a two story building produced coconuts, golden sand surrounded the sapphire-colored lagoon, and various birds inhabited the surrounding trees. A few stray cats and dogs drank from the water, but they never bothered the couple.

“Wait here,” Hendery instructed his lover before swimming off into the ocean.

Brittany sat down on the beach and patiently waited. Looking around, she spotted a shaded area by the lagoon and decided to wait under there. The moment she sat down a soft mew came from her left. When she took a glance, the sound had come from a Siamese cat sniffing at her wrist before licking her right on her dove tattoo. The cat then stared up at her with large blue eyes and sat down.

“Where did you come from, little buddy?” Brittany giggled. “You don’t seem to have a tag on you.”

Holding her hand out with her palm facing up, the cat sniffed her hand again and nuzzled its face in it. She scratched his head and smiled. The cat purred as he (she checked) brushed against her hip before resting his head on her stomach.

“Am I warm?” Brittany asked as she pet his back.

For a few minutes, she bonded with the cat, petting his head as he purred happily. She even named him Louis, despite him not being her pet.

“Brittany!” Hendery’s voice called to her, followed by a few splashes.

His head emerged, followed by his body and tail crawling up on the beach. He looks so gorgeous soaking wet from the ocean, Brittany thought as he adjusted himself in a comfortable sitting position.

The cat didn’t mind being carried in Brittany’s arms as she walked over to where her merman was sitting. When she sat down, the feline leaped out and scurried over to Hendery’s tail.

“Did Brittany make a new friend?” Hender chuckled as the cat tried playing his scales.

“He just came up to me as if he had known me for a long time,” she explained. “He’s a very social kitty.”

Hendery pet the furry friend for a second before he told Brittany to look out towards the ocean. “The sirens are about to appear.”

Sure enough, six heads popped up and moved closer towards the couple. Frightened by the sudden movements, the cat jumped and ran off.

“Funny creatures,” the merman commented before turning his attention back to the six sirens, who were now seemingly wading in the water.

“Hello, Brittany,” a siren with round eyes and a broad nose greeted with a friendly smile. “Hendery has told us great things about you. I’m Kun.”

All of them were well built with toned abs and strong biceps, but in a way that was pleasing to the eye and not so much body builder. It was more of them gaining strength and being fit from doing whatever it is they do. They each had a distinct tattoo somewhere on their arms, neck, or torso. Kun had a fatherly presence as he seemed to be the leader figure of the group and sported a mark shaped in a sort of sun with rays on his shoulder.

“Sirens who are opposite of the myth,” the tallest one with a deep voice jokes.

“I’m aware,” Brittany nods. “What’s your name?”

“Lucas.”

One by one, the sirens introduced themselves to Hendery’s lover. Lucas’s skin was more tan than the others, and he had a sort of flower tattoo on his left side. Xiaojun was well-mannered with sharp eyes and a mark of a starfish shape on his hip. The second tallest, WinWin, had a unique ears shape where one was more pointed than the other and a softer jawline with some sort of mended heart shape etched the center of her sternum. A feline faced siren of the bunch called himself Ten and sported an intricate tattoo on his right forearm; and the smallest siren YangYang was the youngest and had a more boyish aura about him while his tattoo was displayed over where his heart would be.

“Hendery has told me how you took him in,” said Brittany as she sat up a little straighter.

“We were all very young,” Ten explained. “YangYang was almost one and Kun was five. When we were all swimming around the Gulf of Mexico one day, we saw a tiny, two year old merboy so weak and crying.”

“So, you raised him when you guys were basically children?”

“Sirens’ brains age differently from humans and merfolk,” WinWin added. “However, we still lived with another mermaid who cared for us until Kun was fourteen.”

“Once Hendery turned eighteen, he ventured off around the world,” the merman finished. “He settled in Florida, because his friends lived there.”

“And that’s where he found you, Brittany,” Kun finished.

The sirens continued telling their stories about adventures with Hendery and updating their friend on what they were doing in the ocean. Each of them were extremely kind and didn’t hesitate to help others in need, even going to war to protect a race of sea nymphs in the Mediterranean. Yet, whenever Brittany asked what makes Hendery different from the other merfolk, they just gave her the same answer her lover did: sharp teeth with an appetite for only raw fish.

“I mean, who were his parents?” she asks.

“Well, we know for a fact his father is the king of a mermaid city off this coast,” Ten answered. “We found that out about a year after we took him in. The king was infamous for sleeping with other creatures before he crowned a mermaid his queen. So far, Hendery was the only result of his affairs. We’re not quite sure who his mother was.”

Brittany examined Hendery as he chomped on a flounder YangYang had caught for him, fish blood trickling down a little bit.

“He could be only half-merfolk,” she concluded.

“That’s what we have thought as well,” Kun agreed. “But we never brought it up as to not make him feel that he wasn’t worth anything by being different.”

“He is different” -she looked at her lover once more- “but special.”

His cheeks blushed as he wiped his mouth.

Louis returned to the small gathering, and he immediately wanted some of Hendery’s snack. The merman happily tore off a piece and fed it to him.

“So, are you guys mates yet?” YangYang asked as he tried to reach out and pet the cat.

Brittany was confused. “In what sense?”

Kun thumped the youngests forehead. “You can’t just ask couples stuff like that.”

“Sorry,” the youngest yelped. “I just noticed she doesn’t have a mark yet, and I was curious.”

“Brittany and Hendery are lovers,” Lucas added. “There’s a difference.”

His comment is what switched on the lightbulb in Brittany’s brain.

“Wait, mates?” she repeated. “As in, have we...done the deed? And what’s a mark have to do with anything?”

Kun explained everything to Brittany. For merfolk, the mate’s mark was given to females in the space between the neck and the shoulder, and the male would have an imprint of the wound in the exact spot on his skin. In a sense, it was like a marriage ritual between the two beings who truly loved each other.

“But as you have guessed,” the eldest siren finished, “it’s done during intimacy.”

Brittany nodded. Hendery held her hand and kissed it. He knew sooner or later they would have to follow through with the ritual, but he respected his lover enough to go forward with it if she was ready.

“I apologize if I said anything out of turn,” YangYang piped up. “I say things without thinking sometimes.”

“You’re fine,” she reassured him.

WinWin glanced behind him towards another end of the beach. “We have to go,” he informed.

Kun nodded. “We’ll hang out again, soon,” he promised. “YangYang put the cat down.”

WIth a finish trick splash, the six sirens swam off to whatever task they had been called to do, and Louis shook himself dry.

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Alone Time

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And away we go~!

 When Inuyasha and Kagome got married more than 14 years ago, they didn't expect their lives to turn out so hectic, and yet, here they were. They started out with just one kid; a beautiful boy with silverish-gray hair, dog ears, and golden yellow eyes, just like his old man. No problem there, right? Just one kid.

 But later, as Ichiro turned 6, their only child was an only child no longer, for Kagome gave birth to little Yamako in the middle of summer. The following year on Ichiro's 7th birthday, Inuyasha gifted his eldest son with Riki the Akita Inu puppy, and then later that winter, Sanka came into the world.

 3 kids and a dog. Alone time for the parents? A bit limited but still had every now and then.

 Then, 3 years later, Izayoi and Usagi were born on a chilly autumn night at Kagome's mother's house because they didn't have time to go to the hospital.

 But at that point...their alone time was nearly non-existent, especially when they were hurrying to get their kids out the door in time for school, rushing to get them to brush their teeth and their hair and to get the dog into the backyard in order for him to do his business...and there were often times where they didn't get the dog out fast enough.

 "RIKI!!" Inuyasha yelled as he stepped in a puddle of urine.

 Afternoons were no better. The kids get home from school, Inuyasha's home from work, and Kagome's been watching the twins and the dog all day. Sounds like a time to relax, right?

 Nary...because Ichiro calls his mother, asking her to help him with his math homework.

 "...Why do they even make geometry a thing?" asked Kagome as she looked at her eldest son's textbook. "Just...just why?!"

 "Don't look at me, I didn't invent it!" Ichiro answered.

 Hell, even at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep, nothing was sacred.

 "Dad~!" Yamako called out, just as Inuyasha was in the middle of kissing his wife on the neck. "Can I have some water?"

 "Me, too!" Sanka added.

 "Oh, for god's sake!!" Inuyasha groaned while Kagome just sighed and lied back against the headboard, wondering what her romantic life had been reduced to. Not that she didn't love her kids, of course, but they had the worst timing.

 Even early in the morning, they weren't safe.

 "GOOD MORNING!!!" Sanka cheered as she jumped into the bed...landing right on top of her father's tender bits, which elicited a scream that sounded more feminine than masculine.

 "Son of a bitch...!" Inuyasha squeaked with a tear of pain in his eye while Kagome could only sigh.

 With a life as hectic and busy as theirs, they often wondered if they would ever have even one moment to themselves. It wasn't that they didn't love their kids, it's just...they didn't even remember the last time they had a nice bout of love-making. They knew it must have been some time after they had the twins, but they couldn't even remember that, anymore.

 Kagome didn't mind it. She knew the trials and tribulations of motherhood. It was Inuyasha who always seemed to have an issue. He loved his kids, he really did...but there were often times his sex drive was pushed to its limits. Inuyasha was always a temperamental guy, but Kagome knew her husband well enough to know that this was beginning to get to him. The way he would always growl in his throat and tightly clench his fist around a soda can to the point where he'd crumple it like it was paper...that was a sign right there that his patience was wearing very thin.

 At night, she'd often hear him moaning in his sleep, muttering her name as he played with himself under the blankets. It barely gave him the satisfaction he craved, however.

 So, on Wednesday night, she had made the arrangements.

 It was around 8:30 pm when Inuyasha arrived home late from work, exhausted and just wanting to flop down into bed...and probably end up fucking his own hand again. As he took off his hat and headed upstairs, however, he saw Ichiro holding the twins in a double carrier, a Duffel bag on his shoulder, and had Riki on a leash, the Akita panting excitedly as he pulled. As for Yamako and Sanka, they both had their signature backpacks on; The Incredible Hulk for Yamako and Hello Kitty for Sanka, respectively.

 "Hey, where are you kids off to?" asked Inuyasha.

 "Oh, Mom says we're going to Grandma's to spend the night there," Ichiro answered. "She's supposed to be here, soon."

 With that, he headed downstairs with his younger siblings and his dog not far behind.

 '...Isn't a school night, though?' thought Inuyasha before he headed into the master bedroom.

 "Hey, Kagome!" Inuyasha called. "Why are you sending the kids to your Mom's-" The moment he entered...he instantly froze.

 Kagome was sitting on the bed...her eyes hooded and soft as she stared at her husband. She wore a lavender silk negligee, the one that he bought her for their wedding anniversary last year, and had a pair of pink panties with rose-colored laces and a cute little red ribbon on the front. She smiled at him, tracing her finger along the blanket as she looked into his amber orbs.

 "...Fuck...!" Inuyasha cursed under his breath as he instantly felt his nether region coming to life.

 "Are you just gonna sit there, staring at me?" asked Kagome while licking her lips. "Or are you going to join me...big dog?"

 Inuyasha swallowed thickly...and before he knew it, he found himself walking toward his wife while slowly pulling his uniform off, revealing his toned, chiseled pectorals underneath. Kagome smiled as he climbed onto the mattress, prompting her to lean back as he pressed his lips against hers, eliciting a soft moan as she rubbed her hands up against his chest, from which she could feel a deep rumble as he pulled away with a toothy grin.

 "Wench..." he rumbled. "You planned this, didn't you?"

 "Maybe..." Kagome whispered as he kissed her once more, the mattress' springs creaking as he slowly pinned her against the bed and he began to lick on her neck, causing her to moan as she shut her eyes...and he slowly began to pull her already sopping wet panties down.

 He then reached his hand down with two fingers...

XXX

 "Hey, Ichi?" Yamako piped up, all of a sudden.

 "What, Yama?" Ichiro asked as he looked down at his little brother while holding onto his two baby sisters and his eager dog.

 "Don't we usually go to Grandma's house during the weekends?" asked Yamako. "Why are we going tonight? Don't we have school in the morning?"

 Ichiro opened his mouth to speak...but not long after, Sanka's floppy ears perked up as she heard this soft creaking sound that, for some reason, seemed to make her oldest brother's face turn pale and his eyes to go wide in horror.

 "And what's that creaking noise?" Sanka asked.

 "Uhhh..." Ichiro muttered, only to be interrupted by the sound of a car horn honking. "Oh, great! Grandma's here!" He then opened the door and pushed his younger siblings out the window. "Go-go-go-go-go-go-GO!!"

 Once they were out, Ichiro took a quick glance over his shoulder before sighing as he closed and locked the door.

 "I wouldn't be surprised if there was another little runt in the family," he mused as he got into his grandmother's car.