#im laying in the blanket with him Right Now. hes on my legs purring so loud and snuggling

[baalzebufo]

my cat is so awesome. what do you mean theres a beast in my home who snuggles under my blanket every single day and purrs the whole time and keeps my legs warm and to top it all off he looks like This

swag beast

[cloudycrystalkpop]

SMOKY | Purgatory Within

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: almost 2k 

warnings: abuse trauma, smut, death

au: crown royal au | moodboard

series masterlist: SMOKY

~

you became more and more concerned for your husband’s behavior as time went on. the young man who had once been so careful and gentle, now stood with a silent rage behind his empty eyes.

however, after you confronted him about his possessive behavior, you watched him break down at your feet.

“p-please... please don’t leave me...” his large frame was once again curled in on himself, shoulders shaking as he kneeled on the floor, hands fisted in your robe. his head was hung low as he begged you at your feet.

“Mingi, what has been going on with you?” you insisted, refusing to touch the man as he tried to bury his face in your lap.

“I can't- I can't let the Duke take you! or your whore of a knight! Please my queen please, take me instead, take everything I have!” the man let out a broken sob as you sighed at his words.

“enough.” you growled, grabbing a hand full of his hair and lifting his head. he yelped in shock, neck exposed to you as his Adams apple bobbed in fear.

“you are to be a king Mingi. you are a grown man, and I am your wife. you are not a little boy to be crying at the feet of his mother.” you pushed the man off your lap and stood. “and you will be a fool of a king if you let such foolish insecurity cloud your judgment!”

Mingi hid his head low, covering his face with his arms.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! p-please don't-” his normally deep voice cracked in terror. you stopped, anger at he man before you evaporated.

“Mingi...mingi I'm not going to hit you.” you spoke softly, gently falling to your knees on the floor. his body shook, arms still held to protect his face. “I hope you know, I would never do that.” your voice was sorrowful as you reached out a hand to his head.

he flinched when you touched his hair, but as you began to run your fingers through it, his muscles slowly relaxed. dropping his arms from his face you could finally see the puffiness around his eyes, the cloudiness of the dark pigment stared blankly back at you.

“...do you promise?” he hiccuped, turning his head to try and find the direction of your voice. you cupped the man’s cheeks, pulling his head to face yours. his eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head in your hands.

“oh my darling boy, who did this to you?”

~

Mingi found a small kitten in the garden. a runt, tiny thing. you had thought the bundle of orange fur was some nobles lost purse left out in the rain. he named her Daisy, saying her fur smelled of the flowers when she curled up in his big hands.

You rarely saw the man without her, the small kitten often purching on Mingi's large shoulders.

Your husband still held ribbons of his possessive behavior, however he began to distance himself from you. You rarely saw him now other then in passing on when the pair of you went to sleep at night. He also began neglecting pleasing you, but you assumed he was simply not interested as both of you often went to sleep without any contact.

Now you found yourself facing a different delema. You had always been a woman with a high sex drive, its one of the reasons you had chosen Seonghwa as a concort. However your poor knight had been frightened quite badly by yourself and your husband, and you knew he wouldnt return to you unless you seeked him out.

But you had also made Mingi a promis. One that was getting increasingly hard for you to keep.

"My lady, is everything alright? You seem lost in thought... If there is any responsibilities weighing heavy on you i am more then happy to help however i can!" the young Duke's voice was as sweet as ever.

You sighed, looking over to Yeosang, a man you had been trying not to look at for to long. His hair lay in soft curls around his face, lightened by the many years spent outside in the sunlight. Likewise his skin was warm in hue, tanner then the rest of your court.

You had heard some of the other ladies snickering about him. Yeosang surely didnt live up to some of the standards for desired beauty the royals had. A strange thought flashed in your mind. Is that why Mingi was chosen to be your husband over Yeosang? Mingi's frame was large, an incredibly masculine figure just looking at him, with dark hair and skin untouched by the sun.

Little Yeosang however, had small and dainty hands, with long thin fingers, his features were softer then Mingi's, even his skin looked soft to the touch. And the many years spent as a playmate for his sisters left him with an unthreatening demeanor.

Indeed it wasnt hard for you to imagine him, flowers in his hair, sat on a blanket in the valley, perhaps painting or writing for his own amusement. You shoved away such thoughts as you saw a line of concern crease in his brow.

"My lady..."

"I am sorry Yeosang. Truthfully ive been feeling a bit... Forgotten about in these last weeks. And its left me feeling distracted." you answered him.

"Forgotten... Ah, by your husband?" perceptive as always. You sighed, gase dropping to your tea once more, before nodding.

"Have you tried speaking to him? He has a shy nature, im sure-"

"Hes trying to help." you held up a hand to stop him. "He did not trust me, and hes trying to offer me space to show he does." you clarified.

"... I see." Yeosang chewed on his lip in thought. His lips were a pretty blush color, not as round as Mingi's but plump, they looked soft... Very soft.

You cursed yourself in your own head. His fingers, his lips, youd be lying to deny they hadnt crossed your mind when you bathed. Your hands wandering your own body, head leaned back and eyes closed. Imagining it was Yeosang's long fingers in place of your own as you gasped in pleasure.

You shooed away the maid who came to offer you more tea, informing her it wouldnt be needed. Lust was a vice that would only cause you harm as Mingi's wife. And yet, something stirred in your gut.

"Yeosang, will you come walk with me?" the Duke nodded quickly, standing to his feet to follow you deeping into the gardens.

~

Your husband would be furious. And yet, such a worry seemed to melt away as you let yourself become lost in his touch.

"My lady please, you must be quiet. Or else we shall scandalize some poor stable boy." Yeosang's voice purred in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck after speaking.

You bite your tongue as Yeosang let another finger slip inside you. You were right, his fingers were deliciously long, able to reach places within you your own faltered. His hand snaked up your skirts and inside your undergarments, the heel of his hand pressed against your clit, his wrist not forgetting such an important part as he rubbed it gently.

You could almost see stars as he began sucking on your neck, a third finger sliding within you.

"... I promised you, anything you ever needed, i will provide. If its council, wisdom, or even such sinful favors... I am at your service. Always." Yeosang's voice was honey on your skin. You pulled one of your hands up from where they were fisted in his jacket, tugging gently on his hair. He pulled away from your neck, eyes now staring into your own. A look of pride took his features, seeing the state of pleasure you were in at his hands.

Tugging his hair again, you let a small whine fall from your lips. He chuckled, increasing the pace of his hand, and before a moan could fall from your lips, he covered them with his own.

~

That night, cheeks finally faded with the glow of what yourself and the Duke had snuck away to do, you crossed paths with a guard.

“your highness! just who I was looking for~” dread pooled in your gut as you saw Hongjoong, cheerful grin on display, with a small kitten in his arms. Daisy shook like a leaf, eyes slit to spite the darkness of the hallway.

you opened your arms and Hongjoong placed the small cat in your hands. Daisy immediately pressed herself as far from Hongjoong as she could, a small hiss let out in his direction.

“how rude. if it wasn't for me she would have been stuck at the top of a lamp. ungrateful feline.” he huffed. you began to gently stroke the cat’s fur, in hopes of calming her down.

“an animal as small as this knows when it is in the jaws of a predator.” you stated. Hongjoong smiled, and your stomach dropped. humans are so stupid. Hongjoong is known as a cheerful and smiley person, but yet the cloud that follows him hides the nature of his grin. a wolf does not offer you a smile, he bares his teeth as a warning.

“and yet your little prince is so blissfully unaware of what he is toying with~” Hongjoong giggled. you simply blinked back at the creature before you. “you know, your fondness for that Duke will upset him. but if you wanted a straightforward solution-”

“I am not a fool like the other idiot humans that reside here.” you growled.

“oh no, absolutely not. but, witch, neither am i.” you narrow your eyes at him.

“I could have you hung for accusing the future queen of witchcraft.” you threatened. Hongjoong lay his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

“that would be a sight! do you really want to see what happened if you try and kill me?” Hongjoong stops himself before he begins laughing again. “actually I believe I know that answer. regardless, my offer still stands. just as our deal already does.”

“deal?” you feel panic rise in your throat.

“why yes, the silent one of course.” Hongjoong grins that same one that appears in your nightmares. the one that pulls his cheeks up and shows just a few to many teeth.

“you don't tell them what I am, and in exchange, I do the same.”

~

you awoke the next morning, without Mingi. his side of the bed was cold, and even Daisy had gone missing. you thought little of it as you rose to begin your day, however, you were not greeted by one of your handmaidens, but rather, a guard.

“your majesty, I come bearing news.” he swallowed nervously.

“oh? at this hour?” you inquired. you were then greeted by a sorrowful meow, Daisy crawling between the guards legs and hiding under your nightgown.

“your husband, Prince Mingi, was found dead in a poll of his own blood last night.”

~

who killed the king?

suspects : Yeosang | Seonghwa | Hongjoong

[illneverrecover]

call you mine (M) | changkyun

➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: friends with benefits!AU,  non Idol!AU, angst, smut, fluff. ➛word count: 2,741 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: idk this is truly some sweet soft shit, mentions of alcohol, friends with benefits, standing sex, slight rough sex, biting/marking because clearly I have a kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of Mingi!!, lots of kissing, soft clown Chaingang truly.  ➛summary: Changkyun knew he ruined your friends with benefits arrangement when he let his feelings be known, and now you’ve left him on read for weeks. So he does the only thing he can to stay sane - he religiously watches your Instagram stories. ➛notes: Another first for me - my first Monsta X fic! I’ve played around with writing Changkyun for a while now, mostly because I live to torture @taetaesbaebaepsae​ (which she deserves from all the PAINFUL and RUDE Baekhyun shit she’s written for me). However, she decided to actively commission her own demise, because she stays not listening to Namjoon and refuses to love herself. I’m glad I finally got a chance to take a stab at writing her ult, and I hope I did him justice! Enjoy your tomfoolery, Kristin! 💖 ➛song: Call You Mine -  The Chainsmokers & Bebe Rexha | Horizon - I.M. & Elhae

It’s pathetic, he knows.

The way he can’t stop watching, the way he seeks your face out in an app full of millions of others. The way he can’t get you out of his bed, his head, his thoughts.

He fucked up, scared you off, and now he’s left with the aftermath of his own stupidity. Watching you through a screen to fight the withdrawals off, to keep his heart beating.

Changkyun knows you would laugh at him if you saw what he was doing. 

Watching your Instagram stories is the only reason he’s heard you laugh in over two weeks, the only way he’s been able to see your eyes light up, your lips curve into a salacious grin. Things he fucking missed, thought he would have plenty of time to indulge in - until he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and ruined it.

He had taken you back to his place after a few shots of whisky at the dingy local bar, hands and mouth unable to leave your skin - just like the hundreds of times before. It had been four months since you had started this friends with benefits relationship, and despite having freedom to see whomever he wanted, Changkyun found himself only starving for you. So hungry that he couldn’t stand another moment in that place, watching you share your smile with anyone other than him. So he had tugged you close, nipped at your ear, told you that you were so damn beautiful that he couldn’t stand there another minute without you coming undone around him. 

You had smirked, slid your hand down the front of his pants, grabbing his cock like you owned it, purring out the words “prove it” before following him outside, just like the hundreds of times before.

Pressed up against his wall, his pelvis flush with yours, Changkyun whispered filth in your ears as he ground up against you, swallowing your moans in greedy kisses. Desperate fingers had pulled at your top, freeing your breasts for him to worship as he worked your skirt up around your waist, thrusting his clothed length against your core until you were whining.

Changkyun always promised to take his time with you, to work you over until you were drunk on his touch and pleading for more - but you never let him, always knowing the right thing to say to get his gaze to go dark and lust to turn frantic, to unzip his jeans and press inside your dripping cunt right there in the hallway. 

Just like the hundreds of times before.

You had come around him, digging your nails in his back so hard it left marks, made him growl your name against your collarbone as his thrusts picked up speed to fuck you through the high. You urge him on in the way only you can manage, begging for his release, whispering how much you want his come deep in your cunt. Biting down against the skin, he had spilled inside you with a final groan, hips twitching as he pumped you full of him, forehead resting against your shoulder.

Instead of pulling away immediately, Changkyun remained collapsed against you, breathing heavy. You had smacked at his shoulder, but he just chuckled, arms adjusting to continue a firm hold of your legs as he stayed inside of you, trapping you against his body and the wall.

“What are you doing, Kyun?” scoffing, you had grasped his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “I let you fuck me dirty against the wall without even demanding you buy me food after. Least you can do is let me get cleaned up.”

He had gazed up at you then, eyes piercing as they looked through you, and your heart clenched tightly in your chest. 

He knew he shouldn’t say it. Knew it would scare you off. And yet….

“I would, you know.” Swallowing thickly, his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Take you to go get food. If you - I mean, if you wanted. If you’d let me.” 

It was like he could see the carefully crafted defenses go up, the pain etching your brow and making your eyes go cold. Anxiety flooded his veins as you wiggled out of his grasp, sliding your clothes back into place as you moved towards his bathroom.

“You don’t mean that,” you murmured, faking a smile. “You know what this is, Kyun.”

“I do mean that!” He knew he sounded too eager, too pitiful, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I’d take you out to dinner. Or,” following you, he paused in the doorway, watching you appraise yourself in the mirror. “We could just get take-out and go somewhere private, drive to a park, bring a blanket and some booze, eat somewhere no one would know or bother us.” 

Your answering laugh had sounded wrong, like it had cost you something - like it was the last thing you had wanted to do. 

“Like a picnic? Changkyun, you’re saying you want to take me on a picnic? Like a proper date?”

Stuttering, he tried to explain himself, but you had cut him off with a single wave. 

“Listen, we both know I’m not that kind of girl, and you don’t want me to be.” Leaning forward, you had pressed a kiss against his mouth, your eyes somber when you had pulled away, moved towards the door. 

“What if I do?” His voice broke, wanting to reach out but his arms remaining stiff at his sides. “What if I want you to be that kind of girl, with me?”

Tears stung your eyes, your stomach sinking like you had been punched. You couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle the inevitable disappointment that would come when you got your hopes up.

“I’ll see you around,” you threw over your shoulder before shutting the door, and shutting him out. 

Just like the hundreds of times before.

It had been two weeks now since he last saw you in person. It wasn’t for lack of trying; texting you at all hours had proven fruitless, even when he tried to send the usual ‘you up’ message like he didn’t just lay his heart out on the line. You responded airily, non committal, and he knew what you were doing. 

You were trying to let him down easy.

So here he was, phone glued to his hand as he scrolled through to find your picture, clicking on it to see if there was any update. You didn’t post a bunch in your feed, but you had a tendency to update your stories often - filling them with silly memes and cute selfies, little videos of you going about your day. Cuddling with your cat, attempting to cook something for lunch. His favorite was when you would do tarot readings for your followers; the way your face would turn serious as you read the cards, passionate fire in your eyes as you helped deliver the message to its owner. 

Seeing you that excited and genuine did something to him, made his chest feel like it was going to explode.

He knows you can tell that he’s watching, can see the icon of his profile showing up at the bottom of the video under “seen by.” He can only imagine what you’re thinking when you see it - that he’s a loser, this friend with benefits who turned lovesick puppy, but he can’t make himself care. It’s the only way he feels close, can pretend you’re still in his life.

He never thought that he would need you, now all he wants is to see you - for you to answer him, to come back to him. 

Changkyun still sends texts, unable to stop his fingers from reaching out, despite knowing you’ll shut him down. He calls sometimes too, late at night when his blood is more whisky than plasma, though you never answer those. Instead he listens to your voicemail, eyes closed to stop the world from spinning, letting your voice lull him to sleep. 

He convinces himself he’s fine with this arrangement, that things would be alright. He can just miss you from afar, observe you live your life through the pixels of a screen. That watching your stories is enough for him, will keep him afloat.

Until he sees you with someone else.

It was another Friday night he was spending alone, half drunk and on his phone, looking for your picture. Taking a deep breath, he had felt his heart stop when he saw the rainbow ring adorning your profile photo, meaning you had updated your story. Sighing, he tapped it, hoping that it would be a few videos so he could pretend for just a moment that he was beside you instead of wasting space on his bed.

The first clip was a selfie, your heavily lidded eyes staring seductively at the camera through your lashes, making his pulse jump and pants tighten. The caption “gonna get drunk tonight!” scrolled across the image, right below the pout of your lips. The next was a small video of you making a drink, giggling about the mixture of tequila and soju you were tossing in your cup, whispering to the camera how it was going to get you ‘all the way fucked up’. But it was the third clip that had his chest heaving, his lungs forgetting how to work.

You were walking out your door, a few people cluttering your front porch as you asked if anyone had a light. Some tall red headed kid - Changkyun refused to acknowledge him as anything more than that - had shouted out, and you squealed as you ran up to him, sliding directly onto his knee before switching the camera into selfie mode to capture the two of you. The next clip was you in his lap, one of your delicate hands sliding through his hair as he gave you a big dopey grin, a cigarette perched on your lips as you cooed at him and told him just how cute he was.

Fuck. He knew that look of yours, knew those moves. Knew exactly what you were doing, what you were hoping to do with that fucking Mingi kid, and he couldn’t stand it, not anymore.

Taking a few deep pulls directly from the liquor bottle, his fingers flew over the keys of his phone, sending you text after text -  all of which were ignored. He knew calling would be pointless, that you would rather light yourself on fire than answer your phone - especially at a party - and he felt desperation creep up his throat, choking him.

Changkyun couldn’t let this happen. Couldn’t let you just forget about him.

Clicking back onto Instagram, he started sending you responses to the story video as he got dressed, throwing on the nearest pair of jeans and sliding on his boots.

<What are you doing? Why won’t you answer my texts? I fucking miss you.>

<And not just fucking you. I miss you. I miss us. If you want me to stay for the rest of my life, I will. You already got me.>

<Answer me, Y/N. Or I’m going to come over, see if you can ignore me to my face>

<Baby?>

<I’m on my way. Don’t take that kid to your bed.>

It took painfully long for the Lyft to show up, and he gritted his teeth the whole route there, knee bouncing to stop himself from demanding the driver to go faster, to just hurry the fuck up and get to you. 

When the car had pulled into your neighborhood, he tried to send another message, instead clicking a video. Too frustrated to change it back, he lets it record, his voice low and pained. 

“I’m on my way, please let me in.” 

You were alone on the deck when your phone started vibrating, the ding of an Instagram direct message making you click the app, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the number of notifications. 

Changkyun, all from him.

Awestruck, you scrolled through every line, your heart throbbing with each word he had written. 

You didn’t think he cared, not like that. Sure, he missed the sex, but that’s what you expected. That’s what all of them wanted when they sent you late night texts, when they called your phone at three in the morning. Empty promises and broken vows were what kept you company in the dark, when they’d predictably leave you alone with an ache between your legs and in your chest.  None of them really wanted you, cared about you. After a few weeks of ghosting, they’d all disappear into thin air like expected, and your heart would harden just a bit more.

But now…

Another chime pulls you from your thoughts, eyes flicking back to the light of your phone. Instead of another direct message, it’s a notification that Changkyun had updated his story for the first time in months. 

Shaking fingers slide against the screen, your vision blurring as you take in the shadowed back seat of another person’s car, the only light  neon pink from the sign of the Lyft drivers decal. For a moment, all you can hear is the quiet chattering of a distant radio, of someone breathing heavily. 

And then his voice croaking over the speaker, raspy with need. 

“I’m on my way, please let me in.”

The video fades just as a car pulls up to your curb, a flurry of movement as Changkyun climbs out, stumbles towards you. He all but collapses into your arms, his breath dripping with liquor, eyes reddened but burning fiercely.  

“Y/N,” he mumbles, hands coming to cup your face, thumb dragging against the smooth skin of your cheek. “I want to take you on a picnic.” 

You laugh, though it comes out more like a sob. “What? What are you talking about? Did you call a Lyft and come all the way across town to tell me that, you clown?”

His finger taps against your lips once, twice. “Shh. Just let me-” he sighs, stomping a foot. “Let me talk.” 

He waits until you nod before continuing, words surging from his mouth as if he couldn’t hold back a second longer. 

“I came all the way here because I want to take you on a picnic. I want to buy you food and take you on cute little dates and do cheesy things that make you smile at me like you are right now,” he grins, pulling you until your chest rests against his own. “I’m here because I couldn’t stand you ignoring me anymore. I meant everything I said - that I miss you, that I want to be with you, if you’ll give me the chance. I want to call you mine.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes fall shut, his voice fervent and barely more than a whisper. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

Tears brim your eyes, and you fight every old wound that tells you to shove him away, to call him a liar. Instead you allow yourself to follow your gut, your heart for what feels like the first time, leaning back to give him a watery smile in return. 

“I love you too, Changkyun.” 

His mouth immediately lands on yours, tongue eagerly tracing the seam of your lips until it’s slipping inside, tasting every inch of you, ravenous and unsatisfied until your knees are shaking. He’s walking you backwards towards the door, tugging at your clothes, and you giggle at his impatience.

Pulling away, you gasp for air, palm pressing against his shoulder to hold him back for a moment. “But listen, if I give you a chance, that means you have to stop stalking my Instagram, you creep. And don’t try to deny it, I see you all over my stories, lurking around.” 

He chuckles then, nipping at your bottom lip as his eyes darken. “Please, don’t act like you don’t love the attention,” 

Pushing the door open, he guides you inside, mouth working over your neck, arms wrapped around your waist until your back is flattened against the wall. 

“Plus, there’s no need, now that I got you,” he confesses, his nose swiping against yours gently before he captures your lips between his own, hitching your legs to drape around his waist as he grinds against you, humming words of praise.

Just like the hundreds of times before, but now as his.

[nalgenewhore]

storm

essar x lorcan, alternate canon au, domestic fluff, word count: 1556

Outside, the storm rages. The windows and cupboard doors rattle, the noise forcing tension to crawl up her spine. Essar sighs softly and turns over again, just as a clap of thunder erupts in the skies above. The female startles, immediately reaching for her bedmate.

As she stretches towards him, she hesitates, her eyes tracking over his slumbering face. He’s been so tired lately, what with all their preparations for the winter. She shouldn’t bother him, she thinks. With another sigh, Essar returns to her spot and tucks her hands beneath her pillow. She closes her eyes, but the flash of lightning is bright and they open a moment later.

She curses into her pillow, frowning in annoyance. Essar peeks out at her mate, who has hardly moved, except to rub the tip of his nose and wrinkle his brow. She turns her head and watches him, silent. Something in her chest calms as she continues staring at Lorcan, but she knows that sleep will still evade her. Carefully, the Fae gets up from her bed and pads across the mat-covered floor to the door of their bedroom.

Essar slips through the door and walks down the hall, Lorcan’s shirt falling to her mid-thighs. Her bright eyes trail over their cosy cabin, seeing the fire that glows in the coals of their fireplace. Before it, on a soft wolf pelt rug, her clothes are still laying rumpled from their… frenzy. A smirk pulls at her plump lips and Essar scurries into the kitchen, her body recalling his warmth. After her tea, she’ll curl up next to him and his presence will soothe her back to sleep.

The storm attempts to shake the house, but it doesn’t bother her as much anymore. Essar feeds kindling and larger pieces of wood into the oven, summoning her flame to set it alight. The heavy kettle is still halfway full, so she won’t need to fetch water for it. She puts it down on the metal surface and takes a mug down from the shelf.

She spins to the island counter, where they keep a collection of various everyday dried herbs to make their drinks. There’s a hand-sized mortar and pestle next to the collection. Essars plucks a small jar from the neat row and pries the cork off with an audible ‘pop’. She tilts it to the side, trying to determine how much of the tea blend is left.

A week or so ago, they traveled to the nearest village to stock up on supplies that were hard to come by, like specialty dried flowers and roots, dairy products like butter and a dozen pints of goat milk, eggs, flour, and sugar too. Their pantry is well stocked and Essar knows they don’t need to worry about starving over the colder months.

She takes a small linen bag and shakes some of the blend into it, then ties the drawstring closing shut and puts it in her cup. While she waits for the kettle to boil, Essar keeps her eye on the weather outside, watching it whip at their sheet-covered crops. A slight frown graces her brow. She doesn’t like to see their plants so abused.

It doesn’t take long for the kettle to boil. When its steam billows in the air, Essar lifts it off of the stove and carefully fills her cup a few centimetres beneath the rim. Then she lets it steep for a few moments as she hunts for the honey. She knows her love has hidden it somewhere. It’s a joking habit of theirs, wanting to keep the sticky-sweet treat all for themselves.

Essar finds the jar quickly and takes the teabag out. As she stirs in some honey, she hears steady footsteps tracking across the wood floor, made audible so that she isn’t scared moments later. Two big, tattoo-covered arms circle around her waist and his head comes down to rest his face in the crook of her shoulder. “Essar,” Lorcan grumbles, clearly displeased from waking up to an empty bed. He sniffs and presses his lips to the curve of her neck, his lips brushing against her, “S’matter, love?”

“Nothing,” she murmurs back, resting her free hand on his forearm. “Just can’t sleep. The storm.” Essar stirs in her honey and turns to look at him. Lorcan’s eyes are shut and she grins, leaning back against him. She loves the way his shoulders curl around her, protecting her.

He hums, “Why didn’t’cha wake me?”

“You… you were sleeping. And you’ve been working so hard lately.” Heat blooms across her crescent-shaped cheeks, knowing that he’ll think her reasons ridiculous. The male leaps at chances to comfort her and fuss over her. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Lorcan gently nips at her soft brown skin, his elongated canines scratching harder than the others. “You could never bother me, Tangaroa.”

She smiles and turns her head to kiss his temple, “Alright, darling. Would you like some tea?”

He sighs through his nose and lifts his head, humming lowly. “No, s’alright. Just wondered where ya were.” Lorcan taps Essar’s hip so she’ll turn and she does, her tea cupped between both hands. Lovingly, with such care, he brushes her wavy hair back and kisses her forehead, “Is it the storm?” His mate has never taken well to them. Storms don’t frighten her, per se, they simply disrupt her sleep and are a tiresome, stress-inducing nuisance.

Essar nods, “Yes. Come sit with me.” She reaches behind her to take one of his hands and neatly spins out of his arms, leading him to their living room. They bypass the large couch in favour of the armchair. It’s a snug fit, what with Lorcan’s towering stature. Essar is not a small being either – the top of her head comes just past his chin. Her legs are across his lap, her backside on the cushion beside his left thigh. Lorcan rests a hand on her thigh and eases his other arm around her waist, his fingers splayed across her ribcage.

She laughs when she sees his eyelids drooping and kisses the bridge of his nose, “Tired, are we?”

He smiles softly and nods. Blinking hard a few times, Lorcan sits up straight and strokes his thumb over her side as Essar sips on her sweetened tea. “Gimme a sip,” he implores her, nudging his chin towards her mug.

Essar smirks and arches a brow up while she moves her drink away from him. “Thought you said you didn’t want any.”

His grin widens, showing her those dishy dimples that they both know she’s weak for. “Just a wee bit, my love.” She rolls her eyes and concedes, letting him have a taste. In thanks, Lorcan kisses the curve of her shoulder before resting his chin atop her head.

She nestles into him and clicks her tongue, “Ya big thug. Stealing your mate’s tea. How shameful.”

Lorcan huffs a laugh through his nose and winds his fingers through her hair, his neat nails scratching her scalp. Essar melts instantly, near purring as her eyes become hooded and gently slip shut. Unseen by her, the male smiles a pleased smile, pride sparking in his chest at the sight of the female he adores happy under his care. Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes, staying curled where she is, and finishes her tea slowly.

He takes her empty mug and puts it on the end table, right next to a stack of books. “Feeling ready to sleep now?” Lorcan asks her softly, petting her hair gently. Essar hums and kisses the underside of his jaw.

“Yes, but… only if you… carry me,” she whispers, voice drowsy and sweet.

“Of course,” Lorcan tells her, hooking his arm beneath her knees and the other across her shoulders. He cradles her against his chest and stands smoothly, walking across the cabin. The storm seems to have lessened in its intensity, the strikes of lightning softer, the rolling of thunder gentler.

He bumps the door open with his hip and kicks it shut, remembering to not use full force. Essar is seconds away from true slumber, he can feel it as she becomes heavier and heavier in his arms, relaxing into him. He won’t do anything to jeopardise her rest.

The layered blankets and quilts on their bed are rumpled, pushed to the foot of the mattress. Lorcan sets Essar down and eases himself beside her. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and shifts closer to him as he pulls the covers over them.

Essar fits herself against him, stretching her arm across his waist and hitching her leg over his hip. Her head is rested against his chest. Lorcan runs his hand down her side and fits his hand in cradle above her hip, making the shirt she’s wearing bunch up. He rubs his thumb over her waist and she hums again, shifting so that her chest is cushioned against his.

He buries his face in her hair, smelling her gentle sea salt and tiare blossom scent. “I love you, Ess.”

More asleep than not, his mate mumbles an incomprehensible jumble of words, but he smiles all the same, knowing exactly what she’s saying. With all that I am, and with all that I ever will be.

<3<3<3

an: i realise i dont have a taglist for this so......im going to tag a couple people who i know appreciate essar n lorcan <3 let me know if u want to b added for future writings !

@sassyhobbits @hellasblessed @ladyverena

[beelsjuicytitties]

You’re Wonderful

First fic oh wow! Its been a while since ive written anything other than poetry, so im a lil rusty, but im super excited to post this! Feel free to let me know what you think!

Warnings: NSFW 

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Words: 2253

Tags:  Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gender-Neutral Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Reader-Insert, Light Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Smut, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Blow Jobs, Comfort Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Biting, Nipple Play, Kissing, Not Beta Read

Summary:  MC teases Mammon, but notices something is wrong. They then make it up to Him

Note: This is also on my AO3, which is linked in my bio!

  “Sometimes you really can be an idiot y’know,” y/n laughed gently as they closed the door to Mammons room. They both had just finished getting chewed out by Lucifer after flunking a test, and Y/N was trying to lighted the mood with a bit of humor.

  “You failed too, don’t go about actin’ like you’re better than me.” There was a distinct edge to Mammons voice as he said the words, keeping his body turned away from y/n. His shoulders were hunched in slightly and it was clear he was upset. 

  “Mammon? Hun?” y/n moved closer to Mammon, stepping so they were standing almost in front of him before gently setting a hand on his upper arm. Mammon looked to where their hand was resting with a sad, slightly dejected look. “Are you alright? I know Lucifer went pretty hard on us.” He shook his head slightly.

  “‘M used to that from him..” He sniffed slightly. “D’you really think ‘m an idiot y/n?” Mammon looked up to y/n’s face, and they gasped slightly. 

  “N-no Mammon, I-” they began.

  “‘Cause I know all my brothers do. Always callin’ me a ‘No good, greedy idiot.’” Mammon’s throat grew tight as tears threatened to spill as he reached over to grab y/n’s hand from his arm. “An’ I can take it from them, I don’t care what those fuckers think, but you..” he placed their hand against his cheek. “I care what you think.” Y/n gently stroked their thumb against his cheek.

  “Mammon I didn’t realize.. I’m so so sorry, it must be so hard for you. Can I try to make it up to you?” Mammon nodded against their hand, and y/n smiled. “Thank you Honey.” They gave him a gentle kiss and dropped their hand to his shoulder. “Let’s get this jacket off okay?” Mammon shrugged his jacket off at the words. “Shoes as well please.” He complied with a grunt, and y/n picked them up. They put both his jacket and shoes away in his closet, along with their own shoes, and pulled out a fluffy blanket they had stashed there. 

  They gently pushed Mammon to his bed, propping pillows up before motioning for him to get in. Mammon crawled into his bed with a small grunt, wiggling around a bit to get comfortable. Y/n followed him shortly, fluffing up the blanket so it covered the both of them up to their shoulders. Y/n faced Mammon, and cuddled against him, placing a gentle hand on his far cheek so they could turn him to face them. 

  “Mammon,” they started, a serious yet loving expression on their face, “You are amazing, so passionate and caring.” A light blush dusted Mammons tan cheeks as he snaked an arm around Y/n’s waist. “I see how wonderful you are in every moment of every day, the way you care for your brothers, and me.” They rubbed their thumb idly against his cheek. “You’re not an idiot, you’re incredible when it comes to equations, and yeah maybe you struggle with your grades, but that is by no means indicative of your intelligence.” 

  Y/n tilted their face forewards to rest their forehead against Mammon’s. “Hell Mammon, if it wasn’t for you I doubt I’d even be alive at this point, you’re truly my knight in shining armour.” Mammon was blushing deeply now, but he kept his eyes locked with Y/n’s. A small smile cracked across his face at the words.

 “You got that right Y/n” Mammon’s voice was still a little croaky, but there was a light note to it. Y/n slid their hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was soft, and Y/n did their best to convey all the love and appreciation they had for Mammon. When they separated, the both of them continued to lay just as they were, staring into each others eyes, breathing each others air, for seconds, maybe minutes. 

  Eventually, Mammon pulled his arm from Y/n’s waist, and gently grabbed the wrist of the hand they had resting on his neck. Y/n hummed curiously, as Mammon slowly moved their hand down to his crotch, where a notable bulge had formed. “Mmm,” Y/n smiled and rubbed against Mammon’s cock through his jeans. “Want me to make this feel good as well?” A coy smile spread across their face as Mammon swallowed hard and nodded. “My pleasure~.”

  Y/n shifted, bringing their hand up to push Mammon’s shoulder down so he was laying flat on his back. They straddled his hips, gently grinding against him as the blanket fell away. Y/n leaned foreward, dotting kisses all over Mammon’s forehead, temples, nose, cheeks, before finally catching his mouth. Mammon ran his hands up along their thighs, hips, and up their back under their shirt. Y/n flicked their tongue out, and Mammon quickly responded in kind, their tongues tangling together. Reluctantly, Y/n pulled back, to the protests of Mammon, before quickly moving their mouth to his neck. As they licked, bit, and sucked at all the tender spots on his neck, they reached down and under his shirt, pushing it up and rubbing their hands all over his stomach and chest. 

  “Your muscles always feel so wonderful under my hands.” Y/n whispered, to which Mammon let out a small moan. They leaned back and tugged Mammon’s shirt up and off, flinging it to the floor, before lowering themself down to take a sensitive nipple in their mouth. Mammon moaned again, this time a bit louder, while Y/n sucked on and teased a nipple, their hands tracing over his arm and torso muscles. Once Y/n was satisfied with their work on Mammon’s chest, the began shifting lower, kissing down his torso and running their hands up and down his hips. “I think it’s about time i pay attention to this.”

  No more teasing, Mammon was whimpering at every kiss and touch as Y/n worked off his belt, undid his jeans, and slid them down along with his underwear. He kicked his bottoms off the rest of the way as Y/n wrapped a hand around the shaft of his cock. They let spit drip from their mouth onto the tip of his cock, and spread it around to the rest of it with their hand. “Oh, Mammon, you’re so wonderfully excited aren’t you.” Y/n teased before taking the head into their mouth and sucking. They kept their hand stroking at moderate pace, and swirled their tongue around the tip in their mouth. Mammon pushed a hand into their hair, he was breathing heavily and gentle moans and whimpers fell from his mouth freely. Y/n pulled his cock out of their mouth with a pop. “Fuck Mammon, you taste so good,” the were practically purring as they moved down to swipe their tongue against his balls, then dragging their tongue back up the underside of his cock before taking it back in their mouth. They began to bob their head up and down his shaft, stroking around the base with one hand and fondling his balls with the other.

  “F-fuckkk..” is all Mammon could manage as he threw his head back. Y/n then pushed their head down as far as they could, filling their mouth and throat with him. They moaned on his cock, causing Mammon to buck upwards a few time into them. Y/n kept their head there for a few more seconds, before pulling back with a slight cough. 

  “Your cock fills my mouth so well, so warm and hard for me,” they punctuated each work with a kiss or lick, “but I want more, I want you in me, I wanna ride you Mammon, God I want that so badly.” Mammon nodded rapidly and Y/n pulled themself up so they could strip themself bare. Mammon leaned over to his bedside drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube out. He gazed up at Y/n, now naked and grinding needily against him.

  “Lemme warm you up.” As much as Mammon wanted to get inside Y/n, he also wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for the both of them. Y/n nodded in response.

  “Please- hurry,” they basically whimpered. Y/n leaned back on their hands to provide him better access, and he squirted a fair amount of lube onto his fingers. He brought his now lubed fingers down to Y/n’s entrance, and started rubbing gentle circles around it at first. He then slipped a finger in, he slowly fingered them, curling his finger to hit all the right places. Y/n moaned and panted, as he slid a second finger in. He could feel Y/n tensing around his fingers as he worked and stretched them. He worked their hole until he couldn’t hold back any longer, and pulled his fingers out. 

  “I wanna fu-fuck you Y/n.” He had already grabbed the lube, and squeezed out some to slick up his cock. 

  “Yes, oh yes please Mammon,” Y/n’s voice was full of need. “Please put it in, fill me up with your cock mmh.” Mammon lined himself up, pushing into Y/n slightly, before he grabbed their hips, and pulled them down onto him. Both Y/n and Mammon let out loud moans as they slid down him, quieting slightly as they bottomed out. “Oh fuuck Mammon, you’re so big, filling me so good,” Y/n moaned out words of praise. They leaned forwards, placed their hands on Mammon’s chest, and slowly began to move. They rolled their hips as they moved, doing their best to pleasure Mammon. At the same time, Mammon took a hand off their hip, and placed it onto one of Y/n’s hands, slightly holding it. Y/n’s mouth hung open as the bounced and rolled on Mammon’s cock, picking up a bit of speed.

  “Lemme flip ya over,” Mammon said between pants. “I wanna fuck inta ya, make ya f-feel as good as you’ve made me feel.” Y/n nodded and stopped moving long enough for Mammon to swiftly flip the two of them, so he was now leaning over them, arms resting on either side of their head. He rested his forehead against theirs, and felt Y/n wrap their legs around him. He began to thrust into them, a strong, steady pace. Y/n ran their hands through his hair and against his neck as they stared into each others eyes. Happy smiles spread across both of their faces as Mammon fucked into them, speeding up and slowing down seemingly at random. 

  “I love you so much, my wonderful Mammon.” Y/n’s words were partially lost behind moans, but Mammon fully understood them.

  “I-I love you too-” his thrusts were getting more frantic “-I love you my-” a loud groan “-my treasure..” They were both very close at this point, and Mammon tilted his head to kiss Y/n. A deep, loving kiss. Y/n squeezed around Mammon inside them. Mammon pulled away from the kiss and whimpered “I- I’m gonna-”

  “M-Me too, sso close mmnh.” Mammon bit down on Y/n’s neck as his thrusts turned short and quick, Y/n held tight onto him, trying to have as much contact with him as possible. Mammon let out a muffled groan as he came inside Y/n without slowing down his thrusts until he heard Y/n let out the most wonderful sound he’d ever heard, and felt them twitch and pulse around him. He slowed, then came to a stop, he released Y/n’s neck from his teeth, the skin surprisingly still intact, but bruises were already forming. Mammon flopped over to lay next to Y/n, his cum oozing from them slightly. Y/n turned and shakily took his hands in theirs.

  “That was amazing Mammon.” Their voice was light and breathy as they praised him more. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

  “I should be sayin’ that to you Y/n..” Mammon struggled to find the right words. “Ya really make me feel like.. Like I’m worth somethin’.” Y/n kissed Mammon’s hands, and then his nose, and a quick kiss to his lips. They both stayed there for a little while, basking in the afterglow, and in each others love.

  “Hey, Mammon,” Y/n whispered. Mammon hummed slightly in response. “As much as I would love to stay right here as we are, we should probably get cleaned up.” Mammon groaned and turned his face into the pillows.

  “I knoooooow,” Mammon said, voice severely muffled by the pillows. He pushed himself up and climbed out of the bed. He went to the bedside drawer, and pulled out a pack of wet wipes. “Here, lemme getcha cleaned up.” He pulled a wipe out of the packaging.

  “Thank you hun.” Y/n smiled at Mammon, and adjusted how they were laying to make it easier for him. He cleaned them up, cleaning up a bit that had spilled onto his sheets, and tossed the wipe into his trash can. “Now we can cuddle as long as we want~” Mammon climbed back into the bed, pulling the blanket back over them before wrapping himself around Y/n.

  “As long as we want eh? Guess you’re stuck here then.” He nuzzled his face against their neck.

[franklyshipping]

Cyber-Flustering ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER WONDERFUL AND JAZZY ANONYMOUS PROMPT WITH OUR FAVOURITE GLITCHY BOY HECKIN GETTING IT! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch and @googlee-oliver

This was it for Anti. He had five minutes. Five minutes left to figure out who was doing this to him. Three weeks ago, someone had set up an Instagram account. Anti knew it had to be an ego, because only someone he lived with could have gotten the videos and pictures that ended up being posted. Pictures of him smiling or mid-sneeze or interacting with Gab’s cat, and videos of him snort-laughing or giggling or crafting with Robbie or napping with three blankets wrapped around him. And everything was captioned with something calling out how cute he was being…..and in the bio of the account, was a message directly to him. Anti blushed as he looked at his phone, re-reading the bio for the millionth time.

“Hey Anti! I’m sure this account documenting all your cutest moments is flustering enough for you….but let’s take it up a level, shall we? If in three weeks to the day you still haven’t figured out who I am….then I’m going to find you, and tickle you on a lovely livestream for aaall the followers of this account to see! That’ll round off the content nicely, don’t you think? Can’t wait to see if you find me out or not, good luck!”

Anti tossed his phone on his bed and buried his face in his hands, whining as a flustered smile spread across his face. In the first week of the account being up he’d been like Sherlock Holmes, trying to analyse every single ego out of embarrassment at the world seeing all this content. However, he soon came to realise that the account was only letting fellow egos follow it and see the content, which made Anti feel far better about it. Also, as the days continued to go by…..though it was all still flustering, Anti at the same time felt more loved than he’d ever felt before. Not just from the complimentary captions, but the comments from the other egos were so….kind and sweet. He didn’t feel belittled or mocked, he just felt surrounded by love.

So, in the third week especially….Anti had kinda stopped trying to figure out who the person was. Frankly, the thought of being tickled with the egos as an audience made him kinda excited, especially with how he knew they all cared about him and still respected him and his strength whilst he still liked things like tickling. So Anti was now just waiting….and soon enough, the time flicked to 8pm…...and he got a message on Instagram….from the account itself. He nibbled his lip as he opened it and read it.

“Uh oh, looks like your time is up! If I’m honest, I’m glad that this is the outcome…..now, come to the main living room, it’s time for our little livestream!”

Anti gulped, but took a breath and hurriedly replied.

“I’m on my way.”

Thus, he got up, and headed to the living room….and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he got chills down his spine. The lights were dimmed, the main couch was very obviously set up with a pillow, and there was a phone set up on a tripod….already streaming. Anti tentatively walked in front of the camera, glancing at the screen, before looking around and calling out.

‘Alright….I-I’m here, you win….who are ya?’

Anti gulped when he suddenly heard a little giggle from the darkness….but NOTHING could have prepared him for who actually stepped out of the shadows. Anti gawked, gobsmacked as he looked the person up and down, before whispering in disbelief.

‘…..O-Oliver?’

The kind-hearted, sweet android with golden eyes giggled and grinned, his tongue poking out through his teeth as he sauntered to Anti, cooing to him.

���Hey there GlitchyKitchy.’

Anti blushed….the damned name of the account was flustering enough by itself. Anti was astonished. Out of everyone that it could have been, Oliver was the literally the LAST person he would ever have suspected doing anything like this! It was so mischievous and sneaky, and now all Anti wanted to know was why the heck Oliver decided to take it upon himself to start this teasy vendetta against him.

‘I-I….I-….I-I don’t understand….why?’

Oliver grinned fondly at Anti. It was true, mischief and secrecy weren’t things that came naturally to Oliver, and he had to muster up some courage and determination to actually do all this….but he had a very compelling reason driving him. A reason which he now revealed to Anti with a sweet, affectionate smile.

‘Well…..almost everyday people tell me I’m sweet, or cute, or adorable. And every time I hear something like that it always just….lifts me up. It gives me butterflies, no matter how hard a day I’m having, hearing stuff like that from people makes me so happy. I wanted you to feel that too, because I think you deserve it.’

Anti blinked. He was just….lost for words. Oliver did this, made a secret account and spent all that time and effort collating flustering pictures and videos of him….just to try and make him happy? The usually wild man was struck silent with bashfulness, because this was literally the kindest, sweetest thing that anybody had ever done for him…..ever. Oliver’s internal processors whirred and warmed affectionately at seeing Anti be so struck and bashful and happy, and Oliver was so happy that he’d done this for the guy, because Oliver knew that behind the knife-play and wildness….Anti was a good person who deserved sweet attention like everyone else. Oliver went up to him, and Anti shivered at the android’s gentle smirk.

‘Now then, why don’t you have a little lie down?’

Anti nibbled his lip as he glanced to the couch, before clearing his throat and replying challengingly.

‘And if I don’t?’

Oliver giggled. It was a sweet sound, but it gave Anti chills, especially with what Oliver said next.

‘Oh Anti, don’t forget that I’m an android. I am just as strong as my brothers, and I could make you lie down with only one hand if I really wanted to. I want to be nice to you Anti….do you want me to be nice to you?’

Anti got more chills. He never thought he’d see the day where Oliver, the sweetest of them all, made him feel flustered and intimidated. Anti nibbled his lip lightly, before averting his gaze with a nervous smile.

‘Y-Yeah….I guess….’

‘Good, now get yourself comfy!’

Anti bashfully lay down on the couch on his back, squirming as he get comfortable, trying to school himself and at least make it look like he had at least SOME resolve to be working with. Alas, this was foiled when Oliver sat on the edge of the couch and gasped brightly as he gestured to the livestream.

‘Oh look, there’s so many people watching already! Everyone must reeeally wanna see you get tickled Anti.’

Anti ended up smiling a shaky smile and letting out a quiet whine as he look anywhere he could except for the livestream. It was a noise which the ordinary person probably wouldn’t hear, but with Oliver being a Google, he heard it alright. The first cute noise of many. Oliver giggled, wasting no more time as he straddled Anti’s legs and kept Anti’s arms pinned beneath his knees, and Anti let him, because he knew that Oliver was the one with the power here. The squirming man let out another quiet whine as Oliver lightly cracked his knuckles, before waggling his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers in the air playfully.

‘Oh where oh where to tickle first! You’ve got so many sweet spots to choose from!’

Anti pursed his lips as he retorted embarrassedly.

‘I-I do not!’

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he giggled affectionately.

‘Oh yeah? You sure about that? Because I’ve already spied two cute lil tickle spots riiight….here!’

Anti gasped and yelped as Oliver reached and started gently scratching behind his (small, elf-like and adorable) ears, and the poor guy just burst into jittery giggles. Oliver felt like he was going to melt, because Anti’s natural non-maniacal giggles were the sweetest things ever.

‘AGH! N-Nahahat gehehet ahahaway!’

Oliver grinned at his cute protests, and kept softly scratching as he cooed.

‘Awww but your little ears are so cuuute, I can’t not tickle them! Plus, these are your consequences for not figuring out who I was.’

Anti kept giggling as he tossed his head about, but nothing could dislodge the gentle tickling. So, through pinker cheeks and splutters, Anti tried a threat out for size.

‘I-Ihihihi’ll b-bihihite yohohou!’

Oliver giggled at the threat, because when it came from someone consumed by bouncy giggles it didn’t exactly fill Oliver with fear. On the contrary, it gave him some inspiration. Allow me to present to you, the biggest backfire in tickling history.

‘Not if I bite you first!’

Oliver purred, before eagerly diving down and nibbling the shell of one of Anti’s ears, making him squeal in ticklish shock and kick his feet at the new, evil sensation. His giggles reached a much higher pitch too, and he realised that he’d literally just brought that on himself.

‘Nahahaha ohohoho my gahahahad!!’

‘Mmmmm nummyyy!’

Oliver hummed, making Anti squeak more and blush harder as the goofy android made the silliest nomming noises that he possibly could as he nibbled all over Anti’s ear. The fact that Oliver was being so silly rather than sinister with his tickling affected Anti more, it made him giddier. Usually if someone tried to intimidate im amidst tickling, it hardened his resolve because he could bite back, but with silliness it just turned him into happy mush.

‘S-Stahahahap wihihith the nohohohisehes yohou gohohoof!!’

‘But I can’t help it! It’s in my programing to make noises when I eat!’

Oliver retorted to Anti’s exclamation, making Anti snort and shake his head at this absolute gooby goofer of an android.

‘Thahahat ihihihis suhuhuch buhuhullshit!’

Oliver gasped. Oh he was NOT having that kind of language!

‘Hey! Don’t be so rude!’

Oliver nipped right behind Anti’s ear, making Anti yelp and jerk his head to the side adorably as he exclaimed VERY quickly.

‘Ohohohokahay okAHAY! Ihihi’m sohohorry!’

Oliver giggled, and leant up because he was always nice at heart, and he ruffled Anti’s already messy hair gently as he replied.

‘Apology accepted! Now then, where to tickle next?’

Oliver started tapping his chin in thought as his eyes flicked down over Anti’s body, which made the man squirm in adorable anticipation. You know when a tickler is looking all over your body, trying to decide where to go, and it feels like you’re being scanned? Well, this time it was literal, which made it all the more flustering for Anti because he knew Oliver could see ever little nerve in his body. Oliver giggled amusedly at Anti’s restlessness.

‘Yohou’re such a cute lil wriggler!’

Anti pursed his lips, and ended up letting out a half-growl half-whine sort of noise as he replied.

‘O-Only cuz you’re t-teasin’!’

Oliver giggled again, before beaming brightly as he replied.

‘Ahaawww I’m sorry, would you rather I just got on with it? Okey dokey! Let’s try these ribs shall we?’

Anti spluttered at the sudden shift, which meant he couldn’t prepare any defence as Oliver’s fingers darted to his ribcage, scratching light and fast in the most diabolical way. Anti was a mess of cackles in seconds, arching his back as he babbled.

‘NAHAHA NAHA W-WAHAHAIT OHOHLIII!’

Oliver put on a mock innocent expression, cocking his head down at Anti like butter wouldn’t freakin’ melt.

‘But you wanted me to just get on with it didn’t you?’

Anti whined through his cackles, and as he tried to retort, Oliver picked that moment to spontaneously pinch his uppermost ribs. Let’s just say that as a result, Anti didn’t get across everything that he wanted to say.

‘IHIHI NEHEHEVER SAHAHAID-EEEK!’

‘Never said what? Sorry bud, I don’t think even my sensors could catch that!’

Oliver replied with a teasy giggle, and decided to keep pinching the new sweet spots which had Anti thrashing and yipping amidst his open mouthed cackling fit. He was so flustered and giddy and loving how playful the tickling was, he’d never admit it obviously, but he was loving it none the less, despite his faux protests.

‘NAHAHAT THEHEHERE NAHAT THEHEHEEEERE!’

Oliver grinned fondly, and lean down nice and close to him so he could croon as he kept tickling him.

‘Awww this is another sweet spot isn’t it? Riiight at the top of the ribbies!’

‘OHOHOHOLIHI C’MOHOHOON!’

Anti wailed at the teasing, which made Oliver hum down at him with playful nonchalance.

‘Well, where is it you’d rather I tickle?’

Anti’s blush was creeping down his neck now, and he threw his head back with all his mind-swirling flusteredness as he exclaimed cutely.

‘IHIHIHI DUHUHUNNOHOOO!’

Oliver couldn’t keep the grin off his face now, Anti was just too endearing and perfect not to constantly smile at. Oliver kept up the tickling as he subtly glanced over Anti’s body again….before spying that Anti’s t-shirt had had ridden up, thus exposing a rather precious little button. Oliver chuckled, before cocking his head at Anti.

‘Are you sure you want me to stop tickling your ribs?’

Amidst his mirth, Anti hadn’t noticed Oliver’s little ploy, and he didn’t think….he just nodded.

‘YESYESYESYESYEHEHEHES!���

‘Okey dokey!’

Oliver let up with a bright smile, and let Anti gasp and pant for a few moments, since he was a sweet tickler like that. Anti was relieved for the time Oli gave him to get his breath back, and he slowly refocused on the android….but then his eyes widened as he watched where Oliver was headed. The android had shifted a little further down, and now had his lips hovering over Anti’s bellybutton. The poor glitch was speechless, which allowed Oliver to grin, wink, and then blow a rippling raspberry right onto his navel. Anti just absolutely screamed with laughter.

‘AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OHOHOHOLIHIHIHAHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver gasped in amazement at Anti’s strong reaction, and eagerly blew another raspberry to make Anti shriek before he teased.

‘How’s this Anti? Do you like this better? I think I do!’

Anti was shrieking with wild laughter, kicking his legs and arching his back sharply at each raspberry, and the poor man as just becoming more and more incoherent by the second.

‘OLIHIHIHIIIII IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKAHAHAHA!!!’

‘Wohoah, it must really tickle if you can’t finish your words! I’m so glad I did this, you look like you’re having lots of fun!’

Of course, despite how mad and intense it was, this was the truth. Anti was loving the hell out of every tickly and torturous second, and in all honesty this was probably going to end up being the highlight of Anti’s whole freakin’ month.

‘SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHAHAHA!!!’

Oliver giggled, and nuzzled his nose into Anti’s navel as he cooed.

‘Oops, did I fluster you a lil bit there?’

Anti had tears in his eyes as he writhed about…..before his laughter went silent. Oliver smiled fondly and leant up, having mercy properly now because he could see that Anti had taken as much as he could take. The android carefully released Anti’s arms as the man panted and caught his breath, but then Oliver’s felt his heart-core swell when Anti grinned up at him and spoke amidst giggles.

‘Yohou….ahare the mohost mischiehevous cute person….Ihi’ve ever mehet….oho jeez….’

Anti hugged his middle, rubbing it as Oliver beamed bashfully, before replying brightly.

‘Well I could say the same about you!’

Anti giggled, and smiled when Oliver helped him sit up, as well as promptly giving him a loving cuddle. Then though, Anti’s blush bloomed once more when Oliver turned to the still-going livestream, and he hid his face in his hands when he suddenly remembered that every ego had been watching all of that. He whined as Oliver grinned and addressed it.

‘Well, I think we can all agree that this was pretty freakin’ cute! Now, if any of you guys wanna give our trooper here a cuddle then you’d better get down here quick before I take over!’

Anti snorted and giggled embarrassedly at first…but then, he nearly got new tears in his eyes when he suddenly heard sounds of stampeding, hurrying footsteps throughout the whole of the manor. Anti smiled, and Oliver grinned, satisfied that he’d completed his mission…..because Anti definitely felt happy, and oh so loved.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[theravencawsatmidnight]

On The Prowl... Ending!!!

Pt 9

Summary. Reader is a human female researching beastmen in the jungle. She thinks they dont exist only to be captured by a purple panther. He brings her to his den where his pack is . And they only want one thing. Kittens & Puppies

Shinso. Purple panther.

Bakugo. Lion

Stain. Black wolf

Todoroki. Leopard.

Aizawa. Jaguar

Shinso was still off on his own with the four kittens. Watching them mew and walk into each other. They looked very helpless, fragile...

Meanwhile you were now sitting up staring at the fire holding the deer fur close around yourself. The frozen leaves Shoto slipped between your thighs had melted and you were sore, able to walk, but sore. Bakugo would still not look at you or talk to you, he just stared at the fire, his left ear twitching in irritation . If anything he should be mad a Todoroki not you.

Chizome brought you some deer and you just stared at it for a minute then up at the big wolf. He blinked asking if you were gonna eat it . You shook your head but said thank you anyway. The wolf sat down on the other side of the fire to eat the deer. You were hungry but... not for deer. Was Todoroki still waiting for Shinso? Carfully you turned to your side , winching from the slight pain you had in your stomach , the fire now on your side felt soothing, making you quickly forget the pain .

Todoroki was still waiting by the den, his tail flicking every few minutes. You turned back to face the fire . You had a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach, were your kittens alive? Dead? You did not get a good look at them either so you had no idea what color they were. You prayed they were purple..for Shinso’s sake.

Shinso returned awhile later stopping by Todoroki for a minute to see his reaction . He then made his way to you dropping the kittens on your lap. You jumped catching them finally being able to see them.

“They need names...” he said sitting next to you.

You just about cried. Purple. Four purple kittens. All fussing with eachother on your lap. They could smell you and sense your emotions. They all cried out and you dropped the blanket hugging them crying hard. Shinso apologizes for how he treated you during the pregnancy and you didint really hear him. You were so caught up with the kittens. Your kittens.

“So what now. Im not waiting” Bakugo snapped over at you and Shinso.

Todoroki came over too and Chizome looked up from his deer. You wiped your eyes and placed a kitten on your breast to nurse them, you pet the other two who had to wait. You were scared, you couldint have more right away like this. The kittens needed you.

“I was thinking about that.” The panther purred. “What if we leave this jungle, go where Aizawa was.”

“Thats where this one came from” Chizome said pointing at you.

You switched the kittens out trying not to listen.

“I think it is time to leave, but will you be joining us ? Shinso?” Todoroki asked.

“No, i need to go somewhere where Aizawa wont find my family.”

“But you broke the bastards legs” Bakugo added

“He will heal, and come for me.” Shinso said. “If you want to leave now, then go. I cant go till Y/N is able.”

Bakugo shoved himself up walking to Shinso looking down at him growling. Shinso looked up , giving him a tired smile. The lion scoffed walking away. “Whatever, im going. I dont care if you two follow me or not. Dont you dare get in trouble though!”

“Ill try not too” the panther said smirking.

Chizome got up and Shinso nodded at him, Todoroki was about to follow the lion and wolf but stopped to look back at Shinso.

“Id rather not have us split up.” He said calmly.

“Its for the best Todoroki.”

“You were a good Alpha.”

“Thank you, Todoroki”

The leopard vanished into the jungle and everything was quiet. All the kittens were asleep curled up on eachother in your lap. You still had tears in your eyes. You didint question anything, they were purple. Thats all that matterd. Shinso put his arm around you discussing where you all could go, it had to be someplace secluded, protected.

“Shin..”

“Yes?”

“I dont care where it is. I have everything i need.”

He smiled nuzzling your face purring loud. Gently he picked you up and you picked up the kittens . He brought you into his cave laying you down and snuggling all of you all night.

A few days later you were able to travel , you had a grass dress on now and Shinso got you materials to craft a basket with vine straps to carry the kittens. They could see and hear now and were running all around your feet when they werent in the basket.

Bagheera. The oldest. The self acclaimed sibling protector.

Kovu. The second oldest. The independant one.

Kazu,The third one. The lazy one.

Katsu. The fourth one. And the one with the biggest temper.

It would be a long journey to your new home. And you could not wait to share the rest of your life with your family at your new forever home.

••••

A/N. Ahhh!!!! I love this Series! It had to end though,i hope you enjoyed the read !!! Thank you for sticking with me during this ♥️

All parts can be found under the OnTheProwl tag.

[kal-thas]

Ship: Cleric/their god/an eldritch being

characters: all original characters

tags: plot what plot/porn without plot, ive sinned, im sorry, holy magic, void magic, edging, rimming, eating out, realizing i have too many kinks, praise kink

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Truly, truly, this wasn't part of the plan. 

Carlisle had been a follower of Ashild for as long as he could remember. The holy protector, a beacon of hope for those unable to save themselves. His father had served her, and Carlisle followed in his footsteps, becoming a cleric. 

Ashild was a tough goddess, she expected much of her followers, always one for challenges and tests. One could not be a follower of her and be weak-willed, they would not survive.

Carlisle had been a cleric for years, and an adventurer for hire for quite a few of them, and yet, he had never seen his goddess face to face before now. 

He was bruised, beaten, and blood seeped from him in several places. The eldritch creature in front of him grinned, well, he assumed they did, their face was hard to see through the near choking, black mists that surrounded them. Kaiho, they were named. They were full of void energy, it pulsed and swam around them, pulling at the holy buried deep within Carlisle. 

He was pinned to the stone wall, his breath stuttered. For a moment he realized it wasn't merely because of the arm right below his throat.

This was the worst time to realize he liked being man-handled. It was also the worst time to get hard.

"Oh god" He whispered, unsure if he was scared or far too turned on. They pressed harder against his throat. "Oh-" he cut himself off with a whimper.

"Where are your friends now, hm?" they purred, voice seeming to echo around the cavern, "Will your goddess shield you? Or will you break beneath my fingers?" Their head was nearly tucked next to his, speaking lowly into his ear. The mists surrounding them smelled sweet now.

His head spun for far too many reasons.

"Fuck" Carlisle breathed, pressing against the stone wall behind him, head lolling to the side a bit. "Would now be, oh by," Kaiho stood taller, now looking down on him, "Would now be a bad time to ask you for coffee?"

If he wasn't already so light headed, Carlisle would've sworn that Kaiho grinned at him.

"Oh, my dear adventurer, quite foolish aren't we?" they looked him over, "You are eager to please though, I imagine."

A small shiver ran down his spine at the scrutinizing gaze.

Carlisle nodded.

"What was that? You'll need to speak up."

"Yes" he said quietly. 

Kaiho chuckled, low and smooth, seeming to come from everywhere, like everything else they said. Lips trailed up his neck, hot and cold and biting and soft and oh, it was so incredibly confusing, but it was amazing. They kissed with all the practice of a million years, which, they might've actually had, come to think of it.  

Before Carlisle could completely unravel beneath Kaiho's overwhelming kisses, a glowing figure came to the room. She was plated in metal gear, shining just as brightly as she did. The holy light surrounding her was unmistakable.

Ashild stood before him, as he was fixing to get railed by an eldritch being.

.

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As it turned out, Ashild wasn't angry at Carlisle. Quite the opposite, actually. She seemed proud that he had managed to enamour the Eldritch being, and had found quite the way to reward him. The cleric found himself in a confusing state, pressed between the two beings.

Kaiho was far softer, they held a bit of fear of hurting their little cleric. Humans were quite soft, especially when this vulnerable.

Ashild was stern, as she always had been. Pushing him just that little bit more, challenging him. 

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Carlisle kneeled on the bed, Kaiho pressed in front of him, their hands roaming over his sweat sheened chest. He could feel the misty tendrils crawling even farther, sinking into him, next to where Ashild was buried so deep within. She rocked her hips, dragging against his sensitive skin.

His head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Kaiho pressed their hot-cold kisses against his lower lip, trailing around his jaw. Ashild spoke quietly into his ear, a challenge, "You can keep holding on, yeah?" she palmed at his far too hard and weeping cock, "If you can last a little bit longer, I'll eat you out, hm? Maybe if you're good Kai will give you a treat too." 

Carlisle whined, oh god, yes, yes he wanted that. The two beings made eye contact for a moment, seeming to check in on each other across Carlisle's shoulder. Ashild leaned back into her cleric, biting at his neck. She rocked slowly, a tantalizing pace that was near infuriating.

"Please, please, want you faster." He moved back, trying to match his goddess, trying to go faster. She grabbed onto his hips, twinging into pain for a moment, holding him still, pausing her movements.

"You will take this, or I'll stop." Carlisle whined, near pathetic, nodding frantically. "Good" She resumed, a little bit faster than before. Kaiho had buised themself with sucking marks into the cleric. Trailing bruises down his chest, marking their little human. They kissed around his cock, giving a little lick at the end, watching with glee as he jerked from just the little action.

Ashild wrapped her fingers around Carlisle, feeling him hardening, inching closer to his release. He squirmed, pulling in a shaky breath, "please, fuck, im so clos-ah god"

She pulled her hand off, watching him tremble, teetering on the edge. She hummed next to him, "Such a good boy, hm? Kai," she started, but it was mostly for show, "do you think he deserves a treat?"

Kaiho nodded, leaning back on the bed, spreading their legs. Before him lay a strange amalgamation of shadows, dripping with arousal already. The thick tentacle in the front writhing around. Carlisle arched a little, feeling as Ashild pulled out, and leaned forward, eager to have Kai in his mouth.

They guided his head to them, hand twisted in his hair, pulling lightly. Carlisle swallowed them down, tasting the sweet mist they surrounded themself with. Kai hit the back of their throat, a moan nearly ripping through their chest. 

"Such a good boy" Kaiho said, breathless, "So good for us."

Behind him, Ashild ran her hands over his back, feeling the muscles that were already aching slightly. She gripped at his ass, licking a stripe across his flushed skin, pressing in with her tongue. Carlisle jerked, a muffled moan coming from him. Ashild's tongue was so different from the strap on, he could feel her magic and power fucking into him along side her tongue. 

He pressed back into her face, desperate for more, whining when the goddess pulled away. Ashild swatted his ass, kneading at the now reddened skin. 

"Don't get bratty now."

Carlisle did his best to nod, still occupied with Kaiho. Ashild gripped his hips, nearly pinning him in place before her tongue pressed back into him. His thighs tensed, an attempt to keep himself still.

Somewhere in there, Kaiho had shifted the cleric, moving his mouth to their opening. He mouthed at the slick entrance, trying to mimic his goddess behind him. A hot-cold tendril wrapped around his cock, making him drop his head in pleasure. "God, please, so good, please, let me" he whined.

Kaiho shifted their grip in his hair, pushing him back to their sex. "There you go," they said, feeling him suck fervently, "yes, oh, good" 

It was all so much, Ashild still fucking him as if her life depended on it, Kaiho's tendrils trailing his body, eating Kaiho out like this. He couldn't even think straight enough to give a warning. He came onto the sheets below him, something between a whine and a moan falling from his lips. His legs shook in a poor attempt to keep him upright, he felt strong hands lifting at his body, turning him over and wiping him off. His head was already fuzzy with sleep as the two pulled a blanket over him. 

Ashild hovered over Kaiho, slowly lowering herself onto their tentacle. The last nearly coherent thought Carlisle had before falling asleep was just how much he wanted to stay awake for this.

[sleepychai-fics]

Keith x Reader - A Lion’s Comfort

Not requested just something i thought up of and procrastinated on.

trigger warning: putting a small one on panic attacks nothing too severe it just talks about the procedure of a panic attack and what occurs.

i just dont want anyone to be triggered by anything i write so im trying to be careful with these.

no pronouns = gender neutral

Tag List:

@fanderrawr​ @thecinnabitch​ @dontcallmecedge​

Words: 1990

trigger warning starts straight away

Too much. It’s all too much. The voices, inside and outside, talking ceaselessly. The air begins to grow heavy, as if my lungs refuse to fill up completely. I feel my body begin to shake, most evidently my hands. I barely comprehend my movement as my feet start to shuffle back. It isn’t until I hit a door do I turn around, finally managing to sprint away from the room, the automatic door barely managing to open up in time to let me pass.

Black spots encase my vision, my breaths getting shorter and shorter with every second that passes. I want to stop, to collapse, to pass out, but a gentle force pulls me down the corridor.

It’s unexplainable, but it’s as if the force is providing me the energy to keep running, to stop myself from falling down, numbing my senses in a way.

Many rooms pass me, I barely recognise what they are and even where I am at this point, but something keeps pulling me. Countless turns later I find myself slowing down towards an isolated door. It opens automatically, letting me collapse through.

Through my clenched shut eyes, I hear the door close. My breathing comes in painful, short gasps, my lungs barely allowing enough air in. Tears freely flow from my eyes, no chance in stopping them anytime soon.

I struggle to push myself up against the wall, but I manage to do so, with barely any strength left.

I stay there, body pushed against the wall, my chest heaving painfully as my lungs continue to refuse the breath they desperately need. I cough and wheeze in pain, I almost don’t recognise myself sliding down the wall, laying down against the wall.

My head pounds in tremendous pain, my ears ringing in constant pain. I scratch down the wall, my fingers straining for something to grip onto.

Just as I feel myself droop towards unconsciousness, I feel that same force that lead me here. It’s as if now it’s giving me the breath I need as I manage to inhale a big gulp of air. Then another one.

A few minutes pass of just lying there, slowly recovering as oxygen once again circulates around my body. My head stops pounding and the ringing in my ears dial down to a minimum. I feel my arms slowly regain their lost strength.

I lay there, gasping and groaning, my heart beat slowing down from its previous raced pace. I open my eyes, the black spots disappearing after a few passing seconds.

I blink up at the high ceiling, tears escaping and dribbling down my face. I weakly turn my head, wanting to get a proper look of the room I currently occupy, only to come to a different realisation.

Red’s glowing yellow eyes seem to stare at me, her body being poised in a cautious stance. Not threatening but more like fear of getting to close. I hear her purring rumble throughout my ears, as if it’s right next to me.

I look around, confirming to myself that I’m in her hangar. Her soothing purrs resonate throughout my mind, letting me relish in tranquillity and peace. I use the wall to my advantage and grip it, using it to help me stand up.

I grunt and tighten my grip on the wall, my legs shaking underneath me, still getting used to their regained strength.

I refocus my gaze on Red, realising her change in stance.

She’s a little bit closer to me now, this time laying down on her stomach. I stare at her, her yellow eye glinting at me. I feel her communicate with me, ideas and realisation flooding into my brain.

“You….You brought me here?” My voice is strained and raspy, small droplets of tears still spilling from my eyes.

Her reply comes shortly after. I gasp as images of Keith flashes through my vision, a feeling of peace and contentment washing over me.

“Keith?” I whisper.

Red purrs once again, feeding me with more emotions, surges of faith, certainty, and assurance rushing through me.

I stare at her in disbelief. “Keith trusts me?” I ask her.

Her purring reply clearly indicating a yes.

I look away briefly, piecing together her meaning. I slowly look back at her, noticing her head being propped between to two front paws.

“Keith trusts me, a lot. So, now…you trust me?” I question her.

I don’t expect the affirmative answer that rushes to me. I let out a surprising squeak as her mouth hisses open, the ramp slowly descending towards me. I stare at it in slight fear and confusion, before Red purrs in reassurance.

I stare at her cautiously, flicking from her eyes to the extended ramp. I make up my decision, balancing myself on my feet before staggering towards the ramp. I slowly waddle up the ramp, placing my hand on her mouth, using it as support. I look ahead, red lights glowing and surging with energy, urging me to continue forward. I do so in a slow, balancing pace. As I make it to the top of her mouth, I turn back, staring as the ramp slowly retreats back into Red. I return my gaze in front of me, a t-intersection a few steps ahead, one leading up some stairs and another leading down another straight hallway.

I stare in shock and amazement as the stairs light up in a bright red. I smile lightly and walk up the stairs, hands gripping the rails in support. The stairs lead me to another single hallway, the end of it extending to a circular room. As I enter the room, a door slides open.

I stare at the door as it opens and reveals Red’s cockpit.

Lights illuminate in a bright and dull red. A wave of tranquillity washes over me as the once dark screens flicker awake and reveals the hangar.

I slowly step towards the control panel, looking at the screen and getting a bird’s eye-view of the hangar. The floor seems to grow farther away as Red returns to her usual sitting position. I let out a content sigh and smile. I look at the seat behind me, seeing the cushions of the seat glow a faint red, almost luring me towards it.

I hesitantly place my hand on the arm rest. After seeing nothing change, I reluctantly sit down in it. It’s almost as if the chair was welcoming me as warmth sprouts through me. A sense of relief and security floods through me.

I smile again, bringing my knees to my chest and leaning back, my thumb gently caressing the armrest.

“Thank you, Red.” I whisper.

Red purrs once again. Before I even sense it, I let my eyes close, welcoming the peaceful sleeps that awaits me.

I startle awake, arms instinctively clinging to the closest object.

“Hey! It’s just me. Calm down, I’ve got you.” Keith’s voice calms me down as I quickly regain my composure, Keith’s arms securing me in a bridal hold.

I stare at him in a sleepy haze before looking around. The lights in the cockpit changed from their bright luminescent glow to a dim glow. The screen is turned off and the control panel gleams slightly, being the only light that barely lights up the room.

I look back at Keith who eyes me with worry and caution. Tears sting my eyes and I fight profusely against them. I bury my head into his chest, hugging him tighter with my arms.

“I’m sorry Keith.” Sobs threaten to escape.

“Shhh Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” Keith assures me, his thumb brushing my shoulder as he begins to slowly trek out of the cockpit. I feel Red’s calming purrs rupture through the bond, quickly exterminating the threatening tears.

I breath heavily into his chest using Red’s purring and Keith’s warmth as comfort and support.

I wince as bright lights shine through my eyes lids, white consuming my vision. I blearily blink away the temporary blindness and peek out of Keith’s chest. One look at Allura and Shiro and I squint away the tears, once again burying my face into Keith’s chest.

Keith stops his movement and hugs me closer to him, mumbling something to Allura and Shiro. I tune out to the conversation and nuzzle further into Keith. I feel his thumb give assuring strokes across my shoulder.

A few seconds later Keith begins to walk again. I feel him shift slightly as we walk further down the hallways. Minutes later I hear a door hiss open and the bright lights are substituted for dim lights.

The warmth of Keith disappears and I feel him lower me onto the softness of the mattress. I whine and tighten my hold on his neck as his arms slither away from me.

“(Y/n), calm down.” He whispers, hands gently clasping my arms. I open my eyes and blearily stare at him. “Let me take off my armour and I’ll come right back to you. I promise.”

I slowly loosen my grip and let him guide my hands down to the mattress. He smiles gently down at me before dipping down and pecking my forehead. He stands up almost immediately after.

I watch him carefully as he makes quick action in removing his armour, revealing his black shirt and pants. He dumps his armour against the wall and strides back over to me.

I shift back, giving him more room to slip in. He situates himself on his side, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up. I feel his arm snake underneath me and begin to drag me closer to him. I comply and nestle into his warm embrace. He tucks the blanket around me, coating me in warmth and contentment.

Once ensuring I’m almost completely consumed in the blanket, he places a protective hand on my head.

“What lead you to Red?” His voice barely breaks through the silence of the room.

I reply with the same hushed quietness. “She did.”

“What do you mean?” His confusion completely laces with his voice.

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I just felt the need to run, I didn’t even know where I was going ‘til I got there. It was like she was giving me the energy to run and lead me to her.”

Keith remains silent for a few seconds, the silence speaking his mind. He then nuzzles my nose and pecks his lips on my hair, placing his hand atop my head, pulling me flush against him.

I relax against him, hearing his heart beat rhythmically in his chest.

“I’m sorry for dragging you there tonight. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have been comfortable.” He apologises whilst combing his fingers through my hair.

I scoff. “It was my decision to go. I thought I would be able to handle it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck, breathing in his husky scent.

“I know but I should’ve at least looked out for you.” Keith moves his legs, laying them atop mine in a protective manner.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you’re here.” I assure him as my fingers play on the ends of his mullet.

It’s then do I feel another purr emit from Red, thoughts of care and respect seeping into my mind.

Keith pulls away and looks down at me with open shock. I stare at him with wonder and disbelief. I feel my spine shudder as Red continues her purring, extending the thoughts to admiration.

A smile breaks out onto Keith’s face and before I have time to react, he kisses my noses.

“She likes you.” His voice is giddy and careless. “Fuck I love you so much.”

I giggle at his excitement and snuggle into him. Our quiet giggles are silenced, our soft breathing being the only quiet sound remaining.

In a matter of minutes, we fall asleep in content, tangled up in each other’s embrace.

[gleamingseok]

My calico cat - 04

Author’s note: helloo hellooo finally posting another part hope ull like this one !!

genre: fluff , hybrid , smut smut smut smut smut

u throwed urself  on the sofa relaxing after a tiring day while massaging ur temple  , jimin was busy arranging the clothes in his wardrobe , u were slowly drifting off until u felt jimin presence next to u

" oh sorry did not mean to wake u up " he said , sitting next to u

" no i just closed my eyes for a bit " u replied while getting up

he said "okaay ill go take a shower now and ..hmm ..."

" is something wrong ? u want something ? "

" can u please buy me these pills cus i need them today " jimin said while handing u a paper

" yeah sure ill get them for u now " u replied while reading the name of the pills

" thank u ! ill go take  a shower now also don't forget to take ur keys i might not hear u when u knock "

" okay im leaving now " u replied and left the house  

after 5 minutes of walking u finally arrived to the pharmacy , u got in and asked for the pills written on the paper , the woman started looking for them , and the curiosity almost killed u, u had to know what are these pills for, what if jimin is sick or not feeling well ?

" can i know what are these pills for please? " u asked the woman

" oh dear these are heat suppressant for hybrids " she replied while handing u the pills

" h-heat ?? " u whispered

" oh i guess this is ur first time having a hybrid ? well usually hybrids needs a partner to make them go through heat easily but if they cannot find one they just take these pills to calm them a little down until its over "

" oh now i get it , thank u so much " u said, then paid for the pills and left the pharmacy

on ur way home all u was thinking about is jimin going through his heat ......a partner ? is it painful to go through heats with no partner ? only pills ? ugh i had to ask her these

u got home after buying some food because someone forgot that the fridge was empty, u took off ur shoes , placed the food on the kitchen counter , while taking the pills to put them on jimin's bed u passed by the bathroom

" jimin i got u the pills , im gonna put them on ur bed " u said through the closed door

no reply , that's weird

maybe he couldn't hear u,  u started to worry a bit until u heard the water stop, u were still leaning over the door , and u could hear some heavy breathing .......again some HEAVY BREATHING

holy shit whats happening to him " jimin are u okay ??? " u started knocking

" ..........y/n "  jimin whispered on the other side

panicking u started banging on the door " at least try to open the door its locked !!!! " u said

u could hear some shuffling and water splash , until the door was unlocked

u opened the door with shaky hands u saw jimin laying on the floor,  pale , shaking ,breathing heavily , looking as if he was about to faint oh god please help me

u grabbed the big white towel next to u ,u dried his upper half and tried wrapping it around his lower half until a pained moan left his lips 

" fuck .. p-please i n-need ur help "  u froze  

feeling the hard thing against ur hand u then knew what was wrong , u started wrapping the towel faster and tried lifting him so u can put him on his bed  , u placed his arm over ur shoulder and started dragging him to his room , u opened his bedroom door  and u placed him on his bed u started to unwrapped his medicine quickly , u grabbed the glass of water next to his bed

" jimin i need u to open ur mouth , u need to drink this " u said while helping him to sit

" i-it hurts ... please help me " jimin whispered while holding ur hand he was about to cry he was sweating and in pain

oh god what am i supposed to do !!!! this is all my fault if only i came home earlier this wouldn't happen and he wouldn't be suffering now

" okay sweetie ill help u but u need to drink these first "

" c-can u hurry " jimin whined

" okay okay i-ill help u but i need u to drink this first " u replied while lifting his head and lining his lips over the cup , jimin took the pill and drank the whole cup of water , u then helped him lay down on the bed , not knowing what to do u were about to leave the room until he grabbed ur arm and pulled u toward his tired body

" u-u said u will h-help me .. so why are u leaving " he said , tightening his grip , his eyes full of lust , pain and desire ..... god i have to control myself

u stayed quite for a seconds not knowing what to say or what to do,  its now or never , u started leaning over him softly stroking his fluffy ears , a moan left his pink kissable lips , placing ur left hand over his chest while ur other hand was still caressing his ears , u got closer until u could feel his hot breath against ur lips , and that was it that was all what u needed to lean over and finally crash ur lips against his soft plump ones , he heatedly kissed u back expressing how much he needed u ,a small whimper left ur lips , jimin positioned ur body on top of his heated one and started attacking ur neck with his hot kisses while pushing ur hips harder on his so u can feel his fully hard dick , he started sucking too hard on ur neck when he felt ur soaked panties pressed against his painful erection

" f-fuck i can't " and with that said jimin flipped u over so he was on top of u , looking at u hungrily he started removing ur shirt and pants , throwing them aside , he took a moment to admire ur body , he leaned over until his lips were brushing ur ears and he sensually breathed     " u have no idea how much i waited for this moment , having u under me  " u could feel him smirking against ur cheek , u were too shy to tell him that u wanted it too since the first day u saw him in class

he then started kissing his way down ur breast removing ur bra all along with ur panties and started teasing ur wet entrance , ur heart was beating loud that u thought he might hear it too  " is this all for me ? what a lovely kitten " he purred while inserting his finger "a-ah fuck" u moaned ,  " shit ur so wet and i didn't even touch u properly .. f-fuck i cant wait to put my dick inside of u and fill u with my cum , would u like that kitten wont u ? " jimin breathly said

" yes p-please " u whined , jimin inserted a second finger stretching u and started pumping his fingers faster , u started moaning loudly grabbing the bed sheets under u , ur legs started shaking from the feeling of his fingers filling u , ur breath hitched , eyes rolling back , jimin knew u were close reaching ur orgasm but he had other plans

"f-fuck im so c-close " ur back arched feeling ur orgasm so near , suddenly , jimin quickly removed his fingers , u were surprised and just about to start complaining when he said

" i would love to see my kitten cum ... but fuck i would love it more if my dick is inside of u " with that said jimin was already pumping his dick using his precum as lube and started   slowly filling u , u moaned enjoying the feeling of him inside of u and stretching u u clenched around him  and jimin froze , head between ur breasts his right hand about to rip the bed sheet under u " fuck .. im gonna cum faster if u do that again .. p-please don't" , even tho he was in pain he still wanted to enjoy the feeling of ur warm tight pussy , just by imagining that u moaned and pulled jimin's face until ur lips met in a heated kiss , both ur tongue and his fighting for dominance but u gave up once he started pinching ur nipple sending electricity down ur core

" u have no idea how good u look under me  " jimin whispered while thrusting harder  , u were about to reply and tell him how hot he looks with his hair sticking to his forehead , his swollen lips and eyes full of lust but jimin interrupted u by rubbing ur clit in a quick pace " come for me baby .. i wanna hear u moaning my name " jimin said while kissing ur neck

" f-fuck jimin don't s-stop " u said while pulling his hair until ur foreheads were meeting , jimin seemed to enjoy the feeling of u grabbing him by his hair and pulling him closer which caused him to quick his pace and thrust harder than before , he was a mess and he loved it , he was grunting and moaning into ur temple , feeling ur walls tightening around him , he knew u were too close especially that u were moaning his name nonstop

" let me feel u kitten , come for me " and with that said u let out a strangled scream , ur body shaking under him as u cum , his mouth attacking ur neck once he felt u tighten around him

"fuck im gonna c-cum " jimin moaned onto ur collarbone , it took him a few thrusts until he reached his high as well , feeling his hot cum filling ur pussy , jimin pulled his dick with a whimper watching his cum dripping down ur entrance , too tired to get up and clean the both of u he pulled the blanket and then layed down next to u wrapping his arms around u and pulling closer enjoying the moment

u had too many questions and things to say but too exhausted to even open ur eyes, so ur just enjoying the warm feeling of jimin's skin next to urs , last thing u remembered was jimin kissing ur forehead while mumbling something .

[skswriting]

here kitty, kitty

Rating: T Pairing: Jimin/Jeongguk Words: 8719 Summary: “Hi sweetie,” he coos, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position so he doesn’t spook the cat off, “Wow, you’re so cute, where did you come from?” Jimin extends a hand, making small come-hither motions with his fingers as he tuts with his tongue, trying to coax the cat to come to him. The cat meows at him, scratchy and almost pitiful, before it slinks slowly towards him. “Aw that’s it, there we go, I’m not scary, am I?” AN: I stopped posting on tumblr as I was posting to ao3 my bad lol

day one)

Jimin is sad.  Not in an I just want to curl up in my bed and never leave kind of sad, but more of a my day didn’t go as planned and also Jeongguk is ignoring me kind of sad.  Said boy hadn’t been at school earlier that day, which was weird, not only because Jeongguk never missed school but also because Jeongguk would have told him and Taehyung if he wasn’t feeling well.  But as it is, his phone is almost mockingly devoid of any texts from Jeongguk, except from the last one sent the night before: an innocent and adorable good night text that still has Jimin smiling softly.

Jimin sighs, dropping his phone back in his lap as he lets himself fall back against the grass, staring up at the sunlight flittering through oak leaves.  He had been trying to study, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering to the younger boy time and time again.  It was frustrating.  He wasn’t going to pass algebra at this rate.

A sound has Jimin twisting onto his side, eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out what had made it and where it came from.  Some of the shrub branches that separate his yard from his neighbor’s shake sporadically.  Jimin figures it’s just the rabbit that likes to eat all of his neighbor’s lettuce.  He goes to lay back down when a little head pokes out of the shrub and it is most definitely not a rabbit.  It’s a cat; a fairly large one at that, with pretty red fur (Ginger, Jimin smiles, thinking about the cat he’s been obsessing over in Neko Atsume).  Its ears are entirely black, however, the only discoloration on the beautiful cat.

“Hi sweetie,” he coos, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position so he doesn’t spook the cat off, “Wow, you’re so cute, where did you come from?”

Jimin extends a hand, making small come-hither motions with his fingers as he tuts with his tongue, trying to coax the cat to come to him.  The cat meows at him, scratchy and almost pitiful, before it slinks slowly towards him.

“Aw that’s it, there we go, I’m not scary, am I?” he continues to coo, lowering his hand so the cat can tentatively sniff his fingers once it’s close enough, “Aw you’re such a pretty kitty.”

Jimin holds his breath as the cat sniffs at his fingers and then smiles once the cat nudges its head against his palm to make Jimin pet it.

“You’re so friendly, do you belong to someone?  I don’t see a collar, are you a stray?  Aw, but how can you be a stray when you’re so pretty?” Jimin giggles, scratching the cat under its chin.

To his surprise, the cat lets out a long purr, eyes shutting as it steps closer to Jimin to try and get Jimin to pet it more.  Jimin feels like he’s radiating with happiness as the cat steps into his lap, patting at Jimin’s other hand like it wants Jimin to use both hands to pet it.

“Oh my God you’re so precious,” Jimin squeals as the cat curls into his lap, purring loudly and looking content as Jimin rubs its head and runs a hand down it’s back.

That’s how Jimin spends the majority of his afternoon, back cramping up from having to sit in one position for so long and fingers chilled from the crisp breeze.  But his lap is warm, and the cat seems happy with all the attention Jimin is lavishing it with and it makes Jimin forget about Jeongguk, if for a moment.

Jimin comes back to himself when his mom slides the patio door open loudly to call out, “Honey, it’s dinner time!”

The little bubble they’ve created is popped and Jimin startles, which startles the cat who digs sharp claws into his thighs.

“Ouch,” Jimin jerks his leg back and the cat scrambles out his lap to stand a few feet away from him, “Damn that hurt.”

Jimin gets to his feet, knees popping as he stretches his legs out and the cat sits down, tail swishing lightly behind it.

“I have to go now,” Jimin tells the cat, like it can understand him, “Have a good night, find somewhere warm to sleep, okay?”

The cat meows at him and Jimin blinks, surprised at the response, before he smiles and reaches out slowly to give the cat one last pat.  He’s still smiling as he steps up onto his patio, but turns around when he hears another meow, less scratchy but still pitiful.  The cat is sitting at the base of the steps, staring widely up at Jimin, like it’s begging him not to leave.

Jimin’s heart strings tug and he feels bad, crouching down and reaching out towards the cat.  It hurries towards him immediately, bumping its head against Jimin’s hand before weaving its way between his legs.

“Stop making me feel bad, I have to go inside now, it’s dinner time,” he tells the cat, who, of course, doesn’t listen to him and continues to make figure eights between his legs, “Kitty, stop, I’m going to fall, and I’ll squish you.  Do you want to get squished?”

The cat meows and Jimin laughs, grabbing the cat softly to get it to stop moving so he can stand up easier.

“Jimin!” his mom calls, “Quit messing with that cat and come wash your hands!  We’re not going to wait for you all night!”

Jimin laughs, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be right there!” before he turns back to the cat he still has in his hands, “I’m going now.”

The cat meows at him, reaching a paw out and snagging onto Jimin’s pant leg with one of his claws, almost like it doesn’t want him to go.  But Jimin has to go, he could hear the irritation in his mom’s voice.

“Go home now, okay?” Jimin gives the cat’s head one last final pat before he gently extracts its claws from his pants and steps back.  He makes a slight shooing motion with his hand, but the cat sits down on the steps instead and watches Jimin slide the door open before sliding it close.

As Jihyun exasperatedly pulls Jimin away from the door, Jimin can see the cat watching him intently, yellow eyes glinting in the faint patio light.  He almost feels guilty.

-

It’s almost eleven and Jimin is sneaking down the stairs, masterfully dodging the squeaky step he’s learned about from years of raiding the fridge.  Except tonight is not a raid the fridge night, it’s a I’m a soft person and I’m worried about this random cat night.

Jimin, smartly, doesn’t turn the patio light on as he slides the door open, using the dim light of his phone screen instead.  He’s afraid that even the flashlight of his phone would be too much, and he takes shaky steps out into the cold, shining his phone around as he tries to catch some hint of ginger.

“Are you still out here?” he calls softly, standing in the middle of his patio as he slowly turns in circles, “Here kitty, kitty.”

He makes soft sounds, hoping to attract the cat if it’s still hanging around, a blanket thrown over his arm.  When it becomes clear to Jimin that the cat still isn’t around he sighs, before bundling the blanket up on one of the patio chairs.

“In case he comes back and gets cold,” Jimin says to himself, like he’s trying to justify what he’s doing.

He feels a little silly, standing out in the chilly night in shorts, setting up a blanket bed for a cat that’s not even his.  He’s always had a soft spot for animals, stray or otherwise, but there’s just something about the little ginger cat that had tugged on his heartstrings.  Maybe it had been how desperate the cat had seemed for affection.  Regardless, Jimin lingers on the patio for a few more moments, making soothing clicking sounds with his tongue in hopes of drawing out the cat.  When his backyard remains still, he goes back up to his room, stealthily shutting the door behind him.

He’s going to plug his phone in to charge when he sees the notification light blinking blue.  A text.

from: jeonggukkie ♡

ah i hope i didn’t worry you today hyung!

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i got sick this morning and couldn’t come to school :(

Jimin breathes out a sigh of relief, all irritation at the younger not having texted him flying out the window.  Hopefully, one more day of rest and Jeongguk would be back to being his bright and annoying self.  Jimin really missed him.

to: jeonggukkie ♡

aish, you kid i was worried for nothing

Jimin proceeds to send Jeongguk a flurry of angry emojis, which gets him a laughing and eye rolling emoji in return.

from: jeonggukkie ♡

always so dramatic hyung i bet your day was really boring without me huh

Jimin smiles as he flops onto his bed, bringing the screen closer to his face.  The contact photo of Jeongguk smiles back down at him and it makes Jimin feel a little bit closer to him, a little bit better.

to: jeonggukkie ♡

you wish.  i actually had a pleasant day without some brat stealing my lunch

to: jeonggukkie ♡

are you coming back tomorrow?

to: jeonggukkie ♡

not like i care, just gotta prepare myself for the bullying

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i bully you out of love hyung :(

from: jeonggukkie ♡

but im not sure yet, i guess we’ll find out in the morning

to: jeonggukkie ♡

better get some sleep then even though im sure you napped all day

from: jeonggukkie ♡

if i didn’t know any better id think you were telling me to go to bed because you dont like me :(

from: jeonggukkie ♡

good thing i know better

from: jeonggukkie ♡

good night hyung i hope i see you tomorrow

Jimin inhales sharply, rolling over to squash the squeal he lets out into his pillow.

to: jeonggukkie ♡

night brat.  get better soon

Jeongguk replies with a heart emoji and Jimin is positive he smiles the entire night in his sleep.

day two)

Jeongguk doesn’t make it to school the next day and Jimin is sad, but less sad than he was the day before.  He’s texted Jeongguk a few times throughout the day but had only received a good morning text.  He supposes it’s better than the radio silence he received the day before.

Even though he’s preoccupied with thoughts of Jeongguk, he also can’t get the ginger cat out of his head.  He’s worried something could have happened to it the night before.  Though it didn’t have a collar or any kind of identifier, it didn’t look like a stray or outside cat and he’s afraid if something did happen, it wouldn’t know how to defend itself.

But he doesn’t have to worry for long, because when he gets home and passes by the patio doors he can distinctly see a ginger blob curled up in the blanket he had set out the night before.

Jimin is smiling widely when he slides the door open slowly, so as to not disturb the cat who is sleeping peacefully, curled up tight into a ball and nose tucked slightly into the blanket.  Jimin’s heart squeezes as he crouches down near the chair and calls out to it softly.

“Hi kitty, kitty,” he croons and the cat rumbles in its sleep.

Jimin laughs and softly pats at the cat’s head.  The cat makes a soft noise of surprise and uncurls.  It seems to awaken more fully when it sees that its Jimin whose petting it.

“I’m so glad to see you’re alright,” Jimin smiles sweetly and the cat closes its eyes and begins to purr when Jimin scratches behind it’s ears, “I was worried about you last night, but I see you like this blanket.”

Jimin spends the better part of an hour just cuddling with the cat, having picked it up and sat in the chair five minutes after having stepped outside.  The cat seems utterly content, its head laying on Jimin’s chest and kneading softly at Jimin with one paw, its tail thumping against the back of the chair rhythmically.  Jimin takes a selfie with the cat at some point and sends it both to Jeongguk and Taehyung.

Taehyung of course spams him with heart eyes and question marks and Jeongguk doesn’t say anything.  Jimin tries not to let it get to him and shoves his phone back into his pocket.  When he turns back to look at the cat, he can see that the cat is already lazily looking up at him.

“Sorry, did I disturb you?” Jimin coos and the cat blinks at him, “I sent a picture of us to my friends.  Taehyung is in love with you, of course, but that’s to be expected.  Taehyung loves everything furry with four legs.  Jeongguk though…”

Jimin pauses.  The cat makes a soft, almost chittering sound, like he’s encouraging Jimin to continue talking and even though Jimin feels ridiculous talking to a cat, he supposes talking about it will make him feel better.

“Jeongguk’s been sick the past two days,” Jimin murmurs and the cat blinks at him, “and he hasn’t really been talking to me.  I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining but it’s just… Jeongguk doesn’t not talk to me, you know?  Well, you don’t know, you’re a cat, but Jeongguk is supposed to be annoying me every waking moment and he’s not and… God, I sound so petty, don’t I?  I just miss him, I think.  Maybe if he doesn’t come to school tomorrow, I’ll go visit him.  He’s probably really sick and I’m here complaining that he’s not texting me.”

Jimin lets out a laugh that sounds more like a huff, letting his head fall back against the back of the chair, staring up at the sky.  The cat’s purring is nice and steady, its weight warm against Jimin’s chest and despite the Jeongguk situation, Jimin can’t help but smile.

“I see why people get therapy pets,” Jimin says, running a hand down the cat’s back and it stretches, letting out a yawn and laying its arm across Jimin, paw brushing against his neck.

It’s comfortable, cuddling with the cat, but Jimin knows he has to study for his history test in a few days or he’s going to fail it.  With a heavy heart, Jimin shifts, cradling the cat in his arms as he stands up.  The cat startles in his grip, eyes flying open as it watches him.  He smiles as he sets the cat back in the blankets, fluffing it up a little around the cat, before petting it one last time.

“I have to go now, I’ll see you later.”

The cat gives a pitiful meow as Jimin steps away and Jimin feels awful, but his history grade isn’t the best and he needs to do well on this test.  Jimin turns back to uselessly tell this to the cat, because how is the cat going to understand what he’s talking about, except the cat isn’t in the chair.  Jimin’s eyebrows furrow and he turns back to the sliding door to see the cat sitting beside it, watching him intently.

“You can’t come inside!” Jimin says, scandalized, putting a hand over his heart for a dramatic effect, “My mom would skin me alive if I let a cat in!”

The cat meows again, batting at the door, eyes big and round.  Jimin can feel his resolve crumbling, staring at that cute, fuzzy face.  Really, what can an hour or two hurt?  His parents will never know.

“Fine,” Jimin hisses and the cat perks up, “But only for a little bit!  When my mom gets home you have to go back outside!”

The cat meows, seemingly in agreement, and Jimin shakes his head.  He must be going insane.

-

Jimin is sitting on his bed, the cat curled up in his lap and sleeping soundly, his history book propped up on his knees and his notes spread beside him.  They’ve been sitting like this for hours, despite a few heart pounding moments when Jimin’s mom had come home and he waited to see if she was going to check on him.  He was relieved when she had merely knocked on his door and apologized for being late, telling him dinner would be ready shortly.

“Speaking of dinner, you must be hungry,” Jimin considers the cat in his lap, whose ears twitch in recognition of being spoken to but keeps its eyes shut, “After we eat I’ll see if I can find something for you, but then you have to go, okay?”

The cat lets out a deep sigh and Jimin rolls his eyes, “Brat.”

Jimin shuts his book and sets it to the side before he slides further down on his bed, so he’s resting comfortably on his back.  The cat digs its claws into him to prevent itself from falling off Jimin’s stomach and Jimin winces.  When he stops moving, the cat crawls further up his body, laying itself on his chest and nestling its head in the crook of his neck.

Jimin can feel the smile on his face and he lays a hand on the cat’s head.  The purring starts up almost instantaneously and Jimin’s smile grows wider, as his own eyes shut in contentment.

His cat nap is interrupted by a knock on his door and Jihyun pushing it open slightly to call through the crack, “Hyung, it’s dinner time.”

“I’ll be right down,” Jimin tells him groggily, patting at the lump on his chest as his door clicks closed, “Okay, here’s the deal.  Don’t be a nuisance while I’m gone.  If my parents hear you, they’ll throw you out and then they’ll probably throw me out.  Do you want both of us to be homeless?”

The cat doesn’t even acknowledge Jimin, just stands and stretches, claws digging into Jimin’s chest as it does so before it hops off to curl up beside Jimin’s pillow instead.

“Is that all you can do?  Sleep?” Jimin scoffs, but he reaches out to scratch behind its ear all the same.

The resounding purr he gets in response makes Jimin smile and he practically skips down the stairs, sliding into the dining room on his socks.

“Hi mom,” he kisses her cheek and she blinks at him, eyes drooping a little in exhaustion, “Oh man, you look haggard, long day?”

“Don’t be a brat,” she responds, reaching out to pinch his cheek good naturedly and he laughs.

Jimin takes his seat near his dad and is opening his mouth to ask how his day went when his dad sneezes.  And then sneezes again.  And then again.

“What’s wrong?” his mom asks, setting her cup down with a worried look.

Jihyun fetches a tissue for their dad and his dad sniffles, “Feels like allergies.  Were you playing with that damn cat again, Jimin?”

Jimin sinks down into his seat as he nods guiltily.

“Ugh,” his father groans, wiping at his nose as he clears his throat, “Go change your clothes and throw them in the laundry.  Make sure you wash your hands too.”

His dad sneezes again as Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, opening the door slowly to see the cat curled up near his pillow, asleep.  He frowns, slightly, feeling bad for his dad.  He had forgotten how bad his dad’s allergies were.  He’ll have to get rid of the cat soon and clean his room thoroughly so his dad won’t be able to tell.

-

Jimin helps his mom wash the dishes and watches his dad like a hawk.  Even though his parents don’t really go into his room, he doesn’t want today to be the start.

The problem with the layout of their house is that the stairs are completely visible from the living room, where his parents spend a majority of their time.  It’s basically impossible for Jimin to sneak the cat outside without them seeing, meaning he’ll have to wait until they’re in bed and asleep and risk it then.

Jimin is lying on his bed, on his stomach, face buried in the cat’s belly.  The cat looks annoyed and has a paw pressed against Jimin’s shoulder, tail flicking slightly and hitting Jimin’s other shoulder, but otherwise doesn’t try to move away from Jimin’s affection.

Jimin cuddles with the cat until he hears his parent’s bedroom door shut.  He knows his mom usually has to go to the bathroom, though, five minutes after lying down and so he waits for that.

It’s nice to just lay with the cat, soaking in the slightly forced affection.  The cat’s eyes are closed but Jimin can still see the rigidity in its spine, the instinct to flee the moment Jimin goes too far.  Jimin smiles into the cat’s stomach and shifts slowly, the cat’s eyes popping open to watch him as Jimin shifts onto his side so they’re facing each other.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Jimin explains, smiling, and the cat blinks at him, “I’m going to have to put you outside soon.  I forgot my dad was allergic to cats.”

The cat lays its head down and Jimin hears his parent’s bedroom door creak open, then the light clicking on in the bathroom.

“I decided I’m going to visit Jeongguk tomorrow if he doesn’t come to school,” Jimin says, eyes drooping a little and when he widens them to stay awake, it looks like the cat has shifted closer, “Gotta make sure the brats okay and drinking plenty of water and I can bring him his homework.”

The toilet flushes and Jimin pushes himself off the bed, the cat watching him intently.  Jimin taps the home button on his phone to see a good night text from Taehyung, but nothing from Jeongguk.  He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and turns around to see the cat stretching before it jumps off his bed and trots to the door.

“Ready to go?  Are you already tired of me?” Jimin teases and the cat meows lightly in response.

He hears the bathroom door shut with a quick click and the quiet padding of his mother’s feet as she goes back to bed.  Jimin waits for a few heart beats, listening to see if the house has truly settled, before he scoops the cat up into his arms.

“Be quiet,” he tells it, hunching in on himself, like that would disguise the bright red fur currently curled up in his arms.

They make it downstairs and outside without a hitch and Jimin smiles as he sets the cat lightly on the patio.

“Thank you for hanging out with me today,” Jimin coos, scratching the cat behind its ears and it purrs under his fingers, “I’ll- I’ll see you tomorrow?”

The cat meows at him, licks at Jimin’s hand, and then darts down the stairs and away from Jimin.  Jimin blinks at the cat’s sudden departure and his hand stays suspended for just a few more seconds before he fully grasps the situation.

“Maybe it really was tired of me,” Jimin laughs, but the thought makes his chest hurt.  Jimin has always got too attached too easily.

When Jimin finally lays down to go to bed, he still doesn’t have any texts from Jeongguk.  Jimin sighs and buries his face in his pillow, realizing it smells strongly of cat, and groans as he succumbs to the fact that he’s going to have to wash all of his bedding tomorrow.

day three)

from: jeonggukkie ♡

ah, i slept so much today

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i know its late and youre probably (hopefully) asleep

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i just want to say that im tired of being sick and i miss you

from: jeonggukkie ♡

even if i don’t make it to school tomorrow im coming to your house

from: jeonggukkie ♡

maybe we can share germs and get sick and die together

from: jeonggukkie ♡

isn’t that romantic hyung?

from: jeonggukkie ♡

regardless of the circumstance, ill see you tomorrow hyung

Jimin blinks blearily at his phone, the screen dimmed as low as possible but still searing his eyes as he’s just woken up.

“This kid,” Jimin tuts, voice hoarse from sleep, “Ignores me all day just to blow my phone up at night.”

to: jeonggukkie ♡

keep ur gers to youself

to: jeonggukkie ♡

brat

from: jeonggukkie ♡

always so pleasant and grammatically correct hyung

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i bet you have drool on your cheek

Jimin subconsciously wipes at his face and growls when he realizes what he did.

from: jeonggukkie ♡

did you dream about me hyung? ;)

to: jeonggukkie ♡

you wish

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i do

from: jeonggukkie ♡

i don’t think i’ll make it to school today, but i’ll see you after okay?

Jimin can’t stop the little jump his heart gives and smiles dopily at his phone, letting it fall onto his chest.  He’s really missed Jeongguk.

-

Taehyung keeps poking at Jimin’s cheek, “What’s had you so happy today?”

“Nothin’,” Jimin dodges, but knows Taehyung knows better, “I just got to spend some quality time with Ginger yesterday.”

“Ginger?  Did you fall in love with an exotic dancer Jimin?  You know that’s not her real name, right?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and slams his locker closed, jiggling the door handle to make sure it closed properly, “No, Tae, I did not fall in love with an exotic dancer.  I decided to call the cat that’s been hanging out around my house Ginger, because of its fur.”

Taehyung practically lights up at the mention of the cat, “You have to let me and Guk come over sometime soon to play with it!”

“Of course, if Jeongguk ever gets over this damn cold,” Jimin rolls his eyes, adjusting the strap of his backpack to better settle the weight.  Normally he doesn’t have a lot to bring home, but he swung by all of Jeongguk’s classes today and picked up the homework he had missed, so he wouldn’t fall behind.

There’s a quick flash in Taehyung’s eyes, almost like a trick of light, and Jimin stops for a second to look at him.

“What?” Taehyung asks but it’s gone, whatever it was, and Jimin shakes his head.

“Nothing.  Don’t worry about it.  I gotta go though, I’ll text you,” Jimin grins, before he starts jogging towards the school entrance.

“Tell Jeongguk I said hi!” Taehyung calls knowingly after him and Jimin can’t hide the blush that graces his cheeks when he turns around to stick his tongue out at Taehyung.

-

Jimin putters around his house for the fifteen minutes he waits on Jeongguk, feeling a little upset.  Ginger hadn’t been lounging on the back porch when he got home, and it had thrown him off, searching for red fur for a few minutes before giving up.

He’s straightened the magazines on the coffee table five times before there are three short knocks on the front door followed by two long ones and Jimin grins, knowing it’s Jeongguk.  So, when he throws the door open and does in fact see the younger boy standing there, he can’t stop himself from throwing himself into his arms.

There’s a beat of silence, where Jimin realizes what he’s done and feels the embarrassment well up inside him like a geyser.

“Oh god I’m-”

Jeongguk doesn’t give him time to apologize, instead wraps his arms just as tightly around Jimin, “I missed you too, hyung.”

Jimin smiles, before he lets himself nuzzle into Jeongguk’s chest, taking the time to just really bask in Jeongguk’s presence; it had only been three days, but Jimin had really, really, really missed him.

Jimin pulls back first, though it’s obvious how reluctant either of them are to let go, “C’mon, get inside, don’t want your cold getting any worse.”

Jeongguk smiles, a bit guilty as he steps inside and toes off his shoes, “Smells like you.  Familiar.”

“Don’t say things so boldly, brat,” Jimin smacks at Jeongguk’s bicep, trying to fight the blush he can feel rising on his cheeks, “Are you hungry?  I think we have a little bit of japchae left.  I also picked some of your homework up today.  I can try and help you, if you-”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk cuts across him, reaching out to wrap sturdy fingers around Jimin’s wrist, eyes boring hotly into the back of Jimin’s head, “I appreciate all that, but can we just lie down for a while?  I’m still kind of tired.”

“Of course,” Jimin smiles gently at Jeongguk, hoping his pounding heart isn’t as loud as he hears it in his ears, “Let me get a few drinks, go on ahead upstairs.”

Jeongguk nods, a small heart shaped smile pulling at his lips, before he takes the stairs slowly.  Jimin knows Jeongguk isn’t feeling well still because he always takes the stairs two at a time.

By the time Jimin has grabbed two sprites and a small snack, Jeongguk has made himself comfortable in Jimin’s bed, curled up on the outside edge with the blankets pulled around him, leaving space for Jimin on the inside.

“Glad I wanted my bed to smell like you today,” Jimin quips and Jeongguk is quick to return with a, “You love it.”

Jeongguk turns his head to watch Jimin set the things in his arms down on the desk beside his bed, before he pats almost childishly at the spot he left for Jimin.

“You’re such a baby when you’re sick,” Jimin teases, as he crawls over Jeongguk to lay beside him, “Let me lay on my back, yeah?”

Jeongguk barely waits for Jimin to get comfortable, letting Jimin tuck the blankets under his feet just like he likes before wrapping a tight arm around Jimin’s waist and burrowing his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“Missed you hyung,” Jeongguk mumbles, lips brushing against the column of Jimin’s throat, “Just a small nap, okay?  Then I want to hear all about how you’ve been.”

Jimin smiles, letting the arm under Jeongguk curl around his neck so he can thread his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair.  Jeongguk hums above Jimin and Jimin can practically feel the tension in Jeongguk’s body melt as they lay there, the little puffs of breath against his neck evening out until Jimin is sure Jeongguk is asleep.

Jimin shakes his head good naturedly, turning his head to press a quick kiss against Jeongguk’s forehead.

“A big, sleepy baby,” Jimin amends, before getting more comfortable himself and letting his eyes drift shut.

-

With the way the last few days have gone, Jeongguk up and disappearing and not responding to texts, Jimin half-expects Jeongguk not to be there when he wakes up.

The solid weight against him is reassuring and Jimin is smiling before he even opens his eyes, finding that instead of Jeongguk lying on Jimin, Jimin is now lying on Jeongguk.  Jeongguk has one hand shoved up Jimin’s shirt, his palm flat against Jimin’s spine as his fingers press into the skin lightly, his other hand tucked behind his head and propping it up slightly.

“You drooled on me again,” Jeongguk croaks, voice still thick with sleep and eyes dark and clouded as he peers down at Jimin.

Jimin snaps his mouth shut and moves his head to see that there is in fact a drool puddle where he was laying.  He groans and rubs at his cheek to rub the dry spit away, before rubbing at the wet spot.  He doesn’t know why he expects that to help, because it doesn’t.

“Shit, sorry,” Jimin’s voice is just as gruff from their nap and he turns to see how dark it is outside.  The sun is just setting, so they couldn’t have slept for more than an hour and a half.

“’S fine,” Jeongguk sniffs, the hand on Jimin’s back slipping up higher until his fingers are kneading at Jimin’s neck, Jimin’s shirt rising up his stomach, “I kind of anticipate it by now.  You usually drool when you sleep.”

“I do not,” Jimin protests, letting his head flop back down on Jeongguk’s chest.  His ear lands right on top of Jeongguk’s heart and the steady beating of it is almost enough to make up for the few days he spent missing Jeongguk.

“You kind of do, hyung.  But it’s okay.  It’s cute.”

Jimin snorts and they fall quiet, Jeongguk continuing to rub at the tension Jimin didn’t even realize he was carrying in his shoulders.  Jeongguk’s fingers are deft and Jimin fully melts against Jeongguk, eyes slipping closed as Jeongguk’s fingers work wonders, and he’s powerless to stop little ah sounds from coming out of his mouth.

The way Jeongguk is rubbing at Jimin’s neck has Jimin’s head tilting back, eyelashes fluttering as Jeongguk works at his muscles until Jimin is practically putty in his arms.  Jimin lets out curse and from how close they are, Jimin can feel the smile that flits across Jeongguk’s face and when Jimin opens his eyes, he realizes just how close they are.

The thing about being in love with your best friend is that sometimes you can’t help but think that moments are more than they actually are.  With as close as the two of them are, all Jimin has to do is tilt his head forward just a smidge and they’d be kissing, the one thing Jimin has dreamed of doing with Jeongguk since Jeongguk turned fourteen.

And because Jimin thinks the moment is more than it actually is, he’s imagining the look in Jeongguk’s eyes; how soft of a brown they are in the setting sun, looking like they’re twinkling; how wet his lips are from licking them to keep them moist; the little dent of his scar on his cheek that Jimin likes to poke sometimes to make Jeongguk wrinkle his nose.

He just wants to kiss Jeongguk and it looks like Jeongguk wants to kiss him.  Except Jimin knows he doesn’t.

“We should probably do homework soon,” Jimin mumbles and just like that the moment is over, Jeongguk groaning loudly and letting his head thump drop roughly onto the pillow as he dramatically throws his arm out and pushes Jimin away.

Jimin laughs with a hallow feeling in his chest and is the first to move, pushing the blankets off him as he slowly and creakily climbs over Jeongguk to stand on still asleep legs.  Jeongguk crosses his arms and pouts up at Jimin, who cracks open one of the sodas and takes a swig.

“I’m sick, hyung, are you really gonna make me do homework?” Jeongguk asks, voice tilting in a teasing tone, and Jimin raises an eyebrow at him.

“If you don’t wanna fail you will,” Jimin says simply.

Jeongguk takes the opportunity to throw a five second tantrum, thrashing around on the bed and making pitiful noises, before he kicks the blankets down by his feet.

“Hey, don’t mess up my bed because you’re a brat,” Jimin chides and Jeongguk continues to pout, even as he pushes himself up into a cross legged position, “You don’t have too much to do.  Mainly just revision so you don’t fall behind, but apparently you have a chemistry test next week?”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses lightly, as Jimin digs into his backpack to bring out everything to give to Jeongguk, as well as his own school work, “Did anyone happen to take notes for me?  That would make it easier to catch up.”

“Um… I wasn’t able to catch any of your classmates to ask; I haven’t seen Yugyeom, because I think he’s still visiting his grandparents?  And, I don’t know any of your other friends to ask, sorry…” Jimin frowns slightly, not having thought of asking any of Jeongguk’s classmates for anything to help.

“Hey,” Jeongguk catches Jimin’s wrist and Jimin startles, glancing down at the earnest looking boy, “It’s okay, you did a lot for me hyung, this is really helpful.  Thank you.”

Jimin gives Jeongguk a waning smile and Jeongguk sighs, tugging Jimin down to sit beside him on the bed.

“You’ve taken chemistry already, right?  You can help me review some things I’ve been struggling with, can’t you?” Jeongguk asks and Jimin can’t ever say no to Jeongguk, even though he himself struggled with chemistry when he took it.

“I can try, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” Jimin tells him, “But I have a history test I have to study for too.”

Jeongguk nods and stretches to grab his drink, sitting next to Jimin’s on the bed side table. Jimin rolls his eyes when he sees that Jeongguk’s shirt is balled up halfway up his back, no doubt from the way he tosses and turns when he sleeps.  He pulls the hem down for Jeongguk, smoothing his hand across his lower back to even it out.

“Untidy,” Jimin tuts and Jeongguk rolls his eyes when he straightens back out.

“Leave me alone,” Jeongguk whines, playing up his sick card, before settling back against the wall, “Quit bullying me and help me study.”

Jimin acquiesces, sliding up beside Jeongguk to look at his textbook better, “Only because you asked nicely.”

-

Jimin doesn’t understand what happened.  One second, he’s testing Jeongguk on random elements on the periodic table and the next Jeongguk is sneezing.  Jimin turns to ask if he’s okay when he sees… something… twitching on top of Jeongguk’s head, before Jeongguk throws himself off Jimin’s bed and out of Jimin’s room.

“Guk?” he calls, but doesn’t get a response, “Guk, are you okay?”

He follows after the younger boy, figuring he’s head to the bathroom in his sick state.

Jimin knocks on the door and calls out softly, “Guk, are you in there?”

Jimin blinks when what sounds like a quiet meow reaches his ears, and knocks again, “Jeongguk, answer me.”

“A min-meow.  Give me… give me a minute,” Jeongguk calls out weakly, which does nothing to soothe Jimin’s nerves.

“I’ll be right here,” Jimin calls back, and sits down beside the door.

He keeps expecting to hear Jeongguk dry heave, or even throw up, but it’s quiet.  That’s more worrying to Jimin than anything and he draws his knees up to his chest, waiting in silent terror as he waits for Jeongguk to emerge.  He’s afraid the worst has happened, like Jeongguk having passed out in the bathroom, or Jeongguk bleeding from somewhere, or… or Jeongguk having been kidnapped by aliens or something.  It’s absurd and Jimin realizes this, but he can’t help but be afraid.

“Oh, honey, is everything okay?  Is Jeongguk in there?” Jimin’s mom ambles up the stairs, confused at seeing her son sitting by the bathroom.

Jimin nods, worrying at his thumb, “I think his illness flared up.  He got really pale and I was afraid he was gonna pass out.  I… I don’t think he has though and I don’t hear him throwing up, so maybe he just got light headed all of a sudden.”

She looks concerned, “Let me know when he gets out.  I’ll make him something to settle his stomach.”

“Thanks mom.”

When Jimin’s butt begins to grow numb from the angle he’s sitting in, the door creaks open slowly and Jeongguk emerges as he turns he light off.  His face is absurdly pale, all color drained from his cheeks, but he doesn’t seem to be bleeding and he hadn’t been kidnapped by aliens, so.

“Are you alright?” Jimin asks softly, rising to his feet and cupping Jeongguk’s face in his hands, tilting his head down to look at him, “What happened?”

Jeongguk’s hands are shaky as he grabs at Jimin’s elbows, “Can you call my mom and have her come pick me up?  Please?”

“Of course, Gukkie,” Jimin says softly, starting to guide Jeongguk back to his room, “Here, lay down, okay?  I’ll call her right now.”

Jeongguk nods pathetically, eyes closing the moment his head hits Jimin’s pillow.  A weak groan leaves his mouth and Jimin feels panic surge in his chest as he calls Jeongguk’s mom.

She’s very understanding and appreciative on the phone, thanking Jimin for letting Jeongguk come over even though he’s still sick.  She mentions that Jeongguk had been complaining the past few days about not having been able to see Jimin and he turns away from the bed so Jeongguk doesn’t see him blush, though Jeongguk hasn’t opened his eyes since he laid down.

“Your mom will be here soon, okay?” Jimin says softly, brushing Jeongguk’s bangs off his forehead, “Just try and relax.  Do you want anything?”

“Will you lay down with me?” Jeongguk asks, and when he opens his eyes, he swears Jeongguk’s eyes have changed.  They’re slits, like snake eyes, but then Jeongguk closes his eyes and Jimin realizes he must have imagined it.

“Of course, let me just tell my mom you’re doing okay.”

Jeongguk sniffles but doesn’t argue and Jimin quickly exits his room to trot down the stairs.  His mom is in the kitchen, pouring tea into a cup, and smiles when she sees Jimin.

“Is Jeongguk out of the bathroom?  Is he feeling better?”

Jimin shakes his head, “He looks just as bad.  Is there enough tea in there for me to give him some?”

“Yes, here, let me get the sugar for him.”

Jimin smiles, not surprised that his mom knows how Jeongguk takes his tea.  He pours some of the tea into another cup and thanks his mom when she sets the sugar container down on the counter near the cup.

After stirring in two spoons of sugar, Jimin tells his mom, “Jeongguk’s mom is on his way to pick him up.”

“Okay.  I’ll wait for her.  Go give Guk his tea.”

Jimin nods and sets off for the stairs, taking them carefully.  Jeongguk is awake, surprisingly, when Jimin gets back in his room.

“I brought some tea for you.  Do you want to sit up and try to drink some?  See if it’ll settle your stomach or something?”

Jeongguk shakes his head and makes grabby hands at Jimin and Jimin rolls his eyes, making Jeongguk pout.  But Jimin is weak for Jeongguk, so if Jeongguk wants to cuddle, Jimin’ll cuddle him.

Jimin carefully climbs over Jeongguk and settles beside him on his side.  He slides one arm under Jeongguk’s neck as Jeongguk curls up on his side, face pressing into his chest and fisting a hand in Jimin’s t-shirt.  Jimin makes a face at how sharp his nails feel and makes a mental note to tell Jeongguk to clip his nails later but stays quiet for the time being.

Jimin can feel Jeongguk’s little puffs of breath through the thin cotton of his shirt and it raises goosebumps along his arms.  He lets out a heavy sigh as he threads his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.  He convinces himself that the honest to god purr Jeongguk lets out was just a very convincing sigh and tries to chalk up all of Jeongguk’s weird behavior to his illness.

Jeongguk mumbles blearily into his shirt, mouth stretched down into a frown and a little bit of sweat beading along his forehead.  Jimin kisses Jeongguk over his bangs, nuzzling against him slightly.

“Warm, hyung, feels nice,” Jeongguk mumbles, pressing himself into Jimin as far as he can.

“Good,” Jimin says softly, trying not to upset Jeongguk with any loud noises, “Relax just a little while longer, your mom is going to be here soon.”

“Don’t wanna go, miss you,” Jeongguk whines and Jimin grunts in an effort to say perched up over Jeongguk as Jeongguk tries to knock him down, “Don’t wanna leave.”

“You’re sick, your mom is gonna pick you up to take care of you make you feel better.  It’s okay,” Jimin says placatingly, smiling when Jeongguk still whines, “Don’t be a big baby.”

“Stay here, have you take care of me.  Like that better,” Jeongguk offers instead.

He’s practically wrapped his entire body around Jimin at this point and Jimin would really like it, if it wasn’t because Jeongguk was so sick.

“Hush now, your mom should be here soon.”

Jeongguk quiets down and Jimin resumes massaging his scalp.  He doesn’t know how long they lay there, maybe ten, fifteen minutes, but he startles when the doorbell rings.

“That’s your mom,” Jimin whispers to Jeongguk and Jeongguk makes a sound into Jimin’s chest, “C’mon, let’s get you downstairs.”

Jeongguk is a lump, limbs heavy as Jimin helps him to his feet, slinging one of Jeongguk’s arms around his neck and wrapping one of his own around Jeongguk’s waist to help steady him.  At the last second, he grabs Jeongguk’s backpack.

“Fucking… fifty pounds of muscle… stop working out so damn much…” Jimin grunts, completely flabbergasted that Jeongguk could even put that much muscle on, huffing and puffing as he lugs Jeongguk down the steps.

Jeongguk drags his feet, arm tight around Jimin’s neck as he struggles to stay upright.  Jimin and Jeongguk’s moms are standing at the base of the stairs, Jeongguk’s mom’s arms open and ready to accept her son.

“Poor baby, I told you not to go out today.  Just couldn’t stay away could you?”

Jeongguk folds in on his mom and she laughs, rubbing at his back as she turns to the door, “Thank you for letting him come over, and for taking care of him until I got here.  He didn’t… say anything weird, did he?  He’s a blabber when he’s sick.”

Jimin shakes his head, “No, he was actually pretty quiet.  He didn’t throw up or anything, just got really pale and whiny.  Do you want to swap me Jeongguk for the backpack?”

Jeongguk’s mom quickly passes him back, obviously thankful to not have to carry heavy-boned Jeongguk.  Jeongguk groans into Jimin’s ear before pressing his nose just below the lobe, breath hot and heavy.

“Hyung,” he whines, holding tightly onto Jimin.

Jimin flushes but tries not to let either mom see, just starts walking Jeongguk down the steps and down the sidewalk.  Jeongguk’s mom’s car is parked by the curb, still on and running.  It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get Jeongguk to the car, or even in it, but getting Jeongguk to let go of him is another story.

“I don’t wanna leave you hyung.  Left you for days.  Missed you.  Pet me.”

Jimin laughs at the nonsense coming out of Jeongguk’s mouth but pats his cheek regardless.  Jeongguk nuzzles into his palm, seemingly content with the little bit of affection.

Jimin leans back and Jeongguk tries to follow, but Jimin pushes him into his seat and softly closes the door.  Jeongguk’s mom is standing beside him when he takes a step back and he willingly accepts her hug.

“Thank you, deary,” she leans back and pats his cheek like he had just done to Jeongguk, “I’ll have him message you when he feels better.  Thank you for being such a good… friend.”

She smiles at him and Jimin smiles back, albeit a little confusedly.  Why did she say friend like that?

Jimin’s mom is frowning a little when he gets back in the house.

“I hope you don’t catch whatever Jeongguk caught.  I saw you guys napping earlier, close proximity like that is a great way to catch whatever anyone else has.  Go wash your hands.  Wash your bed sheets while you’re at it.  Let me know when he’s feeling better, I’ve missed him.”

“You and me both,” Jimin mutters as he goes back to his room, before groaning and realizing that this’ll be the second time in two days that he’s washed his bedding.

“Stupid cat.  Stupid Jeongguk.”

day six)

Jimin doesn’t hear from Jeongguk for a few days, but Ginger does come back.  It’s weird; Jeongguk disappears and Ginger appears and vice-versa.  He would laugh if he wasn’t so worried about Jeongguk.

“I talked to his mom, apparently his fevers spiked but- hey, stop looking at me like that he’s fine.”

Ginger’s tail flicks, happily curled up in Jimin’s lap who, in turn, is curled up on a patio chair.  Jimin had stopped letting Ginger up in his room because his dad’s allergies had been acting up, much to the cat’s chagrin.  The first day Ginger had shown back up Ginger had sat the door and meowed for literally an hour, but Jimin had held steadfast.  Ginger had been pissed, choosing to lay in a chair opposite Jimin, but Jimin had just laughed as the fickle cat ended up in his lap twenty minutes later.

“I’m getting worried though,” Jimin murmurs to the red lump, nuzzling the top of the cat’s head, “it’s been almost a week and he hasn’t been getting better.  He should probably go to the hospital soon, shouldn’t he?”

Ginger sighs deeply and Jimin giggles, cuddling the cat closer to him, “At least I have you for now, don’t I?”

Ginger rests its head on Jimin’s chest in response.

day seven)

Jeongguk shows up to school, cheeks still a little peaked but his eyes shining.  The absolute relief that floods Jimin’s system is ridiculous, but he doesn’t stop himself from hugging Jeongguk tightly.

“Hi, hyung,” Jeongguk says softly in Jimin’s ear and Jimin hums in response, arms tightening around Jeongguk, “Missed you.”

“Ah-hem,” a deep voice tuts and physically forces them apart, “Make way for Jeongguk’s first best friend.”

Jimin laughs as Taehyung bodies his way between them, hugging Jeongguk in Jimin’s place.

“First best friend, huh?  Who brought me my homework when I was sick?  I don’t think I was delusional enough to think it was you,” Jeongguk teases and Taehyung pulls back with an affronted look on his face.

“Excuse me, you know how easily I get sick, mister.  I couldn’t afford to deprive everyone of my face just because you are selfish and went and got yourself “sick”,” Taehyung nags, but there’s something in the way he says sick that doesn’t sound right to Jimin.

Jeongguk laughing in Taehyung’s face distracts him though, and he smiles when they make eye contact.  It feels good to have Jeongguk back, it feels right.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late for class,” Jimin interrupts before the two of the can start bickering again.

day twenty two)

Jeongguk is lounging on Jimin’s bed, a book open on his lap but it’s obvious he’s not actually reading.  He’s glancing at Jimin, whose watching his backyard intently.

“Hyung, stop worrying,” Jeongguk says again, for the hundredth time, “Ginger will turn up.”

Jimin frowns, turning away from his window, “I haven’t seen Ginger in two days, sue me for worrying.”

Jeongguk doesn’t look up at him, tapping a rapid beat against the edge of his book, “The cat will show up, don’t worry.”

“What if he doesn’t?” Jimin worries his bottom lip and Jeongguk finally looks up, frowning at Jimin’s frown, “I didn’t see a collar on him and he looked taken care of, but what if he actually is a stray?  What if he gets hurt?"

“Hyung, come here,” Jeongguk drops his book uncaringly on the floor, in order to reach out to Jimin and wrap a hand around his wrist, “I’m serious come here.”

Jimin lets Jeongguk pull him towards him and down, wrapping secure arms around him.  He tucks Jimin’s head under his chin, one hand laying reassuringly on Jimin’s back and the other rubbing at the tense knot on Jimin’s neck.  Jimin sighs, letting himself go soft on Jeongguk.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jeongguk apologizes and Jimin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Sorry?  For what?”

“Just… for getting sick and kind of ghosting you,” Jeongguk shrugs, but Jimin feels like that’s not what he’s actually apologizing for.

“It’s okay Gukkie,” Jimin says and he can feel Jeongguk smile into his hair, “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”

Jeongguk sighs as he drops a kiss onto Jimin’s crown and Jimin wonders if Jeongguk truly is okay, “Me too, hyung.  I’m sure you’ll see Ginger soon…”

-

Jimin is sitting quietly in class, minding his own business of not paying attention to the math teacher, when he hears it: a quiet whisper that seems to echo between his ears…

[altaieu]

please refrain from reb/0gging

as im watching the dark skies shift to blues, the sun is rising on a household with one less kitten in it today. i can see no stars out.

amber died yesterday.

we took her home on friday, neck tube in and accompanied by medicine, after a 9 day stay in the hospital. we were going to try our hardest to help her get get better. we’d been making plans the entire time what we’d do with her when she was healthy again; that we’d definitely let them out next more next summer and make certain the garden had no places for pests, that i’d play with them even more than i did now, that we’d get them all health insurance. we bought her the cat bed we’d been lingering over at the store to make sure she had a very comfy spot to recover in. i’d woken up late on friday but i helped my sister with feeding her, giving her medicine. i was prepared to stay up all day saturday to help.

but she hadn’t closed here eyes since she’d come home, and what my sister thought was her sleeping - nictitating membranes half closed, paws twitching like she was dreaming - maybe have been a seizure in retrospect. though she took everything well, at 7 am she was having breathing problems. she was laying sideways on the floor with her little tongue sticking out, eyes half closed. we woke everyone up. we rushed her back to the hospital immediately. we talked about putting her down, and i’m sad we didn’t in retrospect, but we had never lost a cat before and we were so hopeful she could still turn around - twice while she was at the hospital she’d perked up and looked for all intents and purposes that she was recovering. she was such a strong, healthy cat before all this happened, it was hard to think she could just go like that, but as it happened it was just complication after complication that hit her. so we held off to give her the weekend, said if she didn’t look better, we’d be back to sign the papers.

it was not even 5 hours after we’d left her there that we got the call, around 1:30 pm. she’d nosedived suddenly and they tried to resuscitate her to no success - something my sister had said yes to out of reflex, but was going to phone tomorrow to say not to do, to just let her go. we went back and saw her little body. my sister cradled her in her arms, and every time she shifted in her seat amber’s fuzzy ears swayed just a bit and i kept expecting her to shake it off, wake up, blink up at us with those big, warm, adoring eyes she always had. her head was as cold as the wind outside when i pet her and i feel as if the chill hasn’t left my hand.

now my brain keeps playing that still face against those late night/early morning memories of her jumping up on my bed and my desk, smiling at me with that big wide happy mouth, bumping her head against mine and against the curtain until i’d open it and she could look out and she’d wiggle her big fluffy butt right between me and my monitor. her tail would always be straight up as she watched the shifting shadows beyond the glass and she purred like an orchestra. then she’d sit on my lap and make the cutest face at me, and i’d pet her a little, but because she always seemed to do this when i was absorbed in writing or art i’d pat her butt until she got annoyed and leapt off, skittering out of my room and down the stairs with the noise of a horse. i’d always felt a little guilty after that, and last time, in damn november, i’d made the promise to myself that next time she came to visit i’d let her sit on me and cuddle up as long as she wanted. it’s been barely 15 hours and already i miss seeing that fuzzy face pop up from behind my desk, that fluffy butt jogging out of my room. amber, i’m so sorry i booted you away when you were lonely in the mornings and just wanted to give and receive love from me.

there’s so many things i wish we did in retrospect (in retrospect, in retrospect). i wish i had pushed harder for a vet appointment when i first saw her so listless, but i always differ to my sister and she said she had no money for it. i wish we’d gotten all our cats health insurance so it wouldn’t have been as big of a cost as it was, that we wouldn’t have been so hesitant about a vet appointment in the first place. i wish i had convinced my sis to put her down when we were there in the mornning so she could have passed away in the arms of someone she loved surrounded by people she cared about instead of laying her head against the side of a small metal cage because we were too scared to let go of her. i’m so sorry amber, we did you so wrong.

when we were there in the morning a man came in after us, an old old man who looked to be in his eighties or so. he was there about a cremation for his african grey parrot who’d passed away the night before. he had a south african accent, and i heard him talking about how he’d been with the bird for forty seven years, that he’d found it abandoned by someone else. i saw him and an old woman bawling in the parking lot afterwards. looking back i should have taken it as an omen.

when we got back to the house the first time, around 11:30 in the morning, the cats were going crazy. all three were trying to get into my room. i wanted nora to stay out so she could comfort my sister, but maggie stood on my desk for 15 minutes staring with that kitty love face and headbutting me before she fell asleep on the bed by my feet. sassy, meanwhile, was absolutely losing it, running around the house and yelling with her unique, loud “mryow” sounding vocalization, eyes wide. should have taken it as an omen.

its weird to wake up at 3 am today to three cats. a time in the morning when i know amber would’ve come to visit, given her health back. its weird to walk down and not see her stretch her big fuzzy yellow belly into a croissant shape. i miss running around the house with the knotted shoelace and having her run after me at top speed, catching it and then running along with me as its in her mouth. i miss her closing eyes as you brushed her mane. i miss that little orange spot she wore on her head like a jewel.

i don’t think i can do anything downstairs without getting choked up about how she’d lie across my legs as i did anything. i don’t think i can get back to playing spyro or watching xfiles since she was there like that the whole time for those. i don’t think i can pick up arkham knight or aco again since i’d sit out in the middle of the floor for those and she’d come up behind me and bump my back, sit on my blanket, lay across one of my legs as i played.

i worry about my sister who cannot even lie in her bed without remembering amber there, sleeping on a pillow beside her, hugging her with all her legs. that cat got her through an abusive relationship and countless depressive episodes and the inherent trauma of being trans in a world that really doesn’t want you to live.

but like whether she’s in kitty heaven as my parents would prefer to think, or she’s my sister’s little spirit guardian now, or if there’s a kitten born on this day that might cross our paths again and bump our legs and look up, i hope she’s doing good. she deserves that at least, she was the sweetest cat i ever met and she should have got more than we could give her.

i feel bad for the hospital staff too. in her stay there she charmed everyone who crossed her path and they were all rooting so hard for her to pull through. one of the vets had her out in her office walking around for exercise on one of the days she was very perky, seemingly recovering. the one we interacted with yesterday was too kind, waiving the fees for the resuscitation attempts and refunding us the 700 we put down for the next few days of care that wouldn’t come to pass. i mean, we’d already dropped 9k on her and were fully prepared to spend 1k more for that fighting chance of a weekend - and of all the things we regret that is not one of them, even if i know a thousand people who’d call us fucking idiots for it. no cent spent trying to keep her alive was a waste. between all of us, even if we had to go into debt, it was the least we could do. we put aside those hopeful dreams of actually owning a house for her, and all my daydreams of introducing them to the new place.

but that 9k could have been reduced to 4.5k (over the 8 years, putting into it each month) if we’d had health insurance on her. as much as that is, it’s tiny compared to what we just spent and would have given us the reassurance to take her to the vet the moment she got sick instead of worrying about money. please, if you have pets you care about, get them health insurance. here it’s 50 a month but that is nothing compared to the cost of vet bills even for routine checkups which it will cover 90% of, and it will give you the peace of mind that you can go to the vet whenever. the moment a pet starts acting unusual you should take them. even if its nothing, its better safe than sorry. complications can hit so fast and pile up.

i’ll be watching the other cats much more closely after this and - after i have my energy back, hopefully - i’ll follow through on that promise and pay them even more attention and get them even more toys. we’re gping to get them health insurance in january and we’re gonna spent the spring cleaning up the backyard to make it safer for the cats, just in case. when they get into the backyard in the summer, oh, its gonna be real fuckin strange not to see amber’s cute sandy coloured face under the lilac tree by the little pond. i still have photos of her from last summer and remember vividly making myself stupid in the grass to get those upward shots of her.

goodnight little lion. you had all the colours of the desert in you and all the love of the sweetest little earth angel, eager to share it. i wish we could have given you so many more years of care, eight was not enough and eleven is much too young for a kitty to go, but i hope you are warm and basking in sunlight wherever you are.

i could see no stars out until i looked behind the house. there, despite the heavy cloud cover on this overcast day, there is a single star shining brighter than i’ve ever seen before, right above us, right at the door.

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Anxiety secretly picks up strays and takes care of them in his room. One day Morality goes to call Anxiety for dinner and when he doesn't get a response he finds Anxiety under a pile of animals that he has adopted.

.tw: cats Sorry if this is bad im tired and i havent really focused on it as much as i should.Thanks to @analogically-prinxiety for helping with the ideas and the cat name "nix"“It’s time for supper!!” Morality called out. He had called out twice before but he knew by now that they never responded until after the third call.“sheesh Morality, we’re here now!” Roman sighed.Morality smiled and walked up to the dishwasher where he pulled out Anxietys special plate. He noticed that Anxiety had been distancing himself more than usual so he got the special plates all ready for Anxiety. He knew Anxiety felt self conscious about eating in front of the others so he sometimes brought the food to him but he wanted to give Anxiety his special plate. They only used this plate on special occasions or when they needed cheering up.He was humming some sort of tune as he walked towards Anxietys room. He knocked two times before walking in, not prepared for the sight he saw. Anxiety was laying in bed with a panicked look on his face. He had two cats on top of him, one fluffy cat that was orange and white under their chin and another cat that was fully black. Anxiety was at loss for words as the orange cat got off him and came towards Patton.“Wait I can explain!”“Kittens!!” Patton squealed and went forward to cuddle the orange cat that came right up to him, settinf the plate on the deak besides the door.There was also a fluffy white cat racing around the room being followed by another black cat. There were two more cats, a grey cat with white fur at the front, sitting on Anxietys bed, watching Patton and another orange cat that was laying besides anxietys leg.“You… you like cats?” Anxiety asked, unsure of what to say.“I love all animals! I prefer dogs because they’re more energetic, but- aww look at him!!!” Morality cooed at the fluffy cat as it started purring, “aww he likes me!”“He’s a she actually, but why dogs? They’re big balls who bark a lot, at least cats only meow to talk to humans, dogs just bark at whatever.” Anxiety said pushing the black cat off him as he sat up.Morality was about to answer but Logan came into the room.“I’m trying to study what is going-“ Logan let out a scream when he saw two cats run towards him. The black cat ran out the door while the white cat curved his back and quickly turned and went under Anxietys blanket.“Hey Boo, it's okay, Logan won't hurt you, he’s not as mean as he looks, it’s okay.” Anxiety cooed coming up to the cat. The cat hissed, and Anxiety backed away, still saying soothing words. The cat was no longer hissing, but he was shrinking deeper in the blanket.“What the-“ Roman was now at the door besides Logan who was frozen in fear from the cat.“Aren’t you the adorablest cat of them all, and you-and you and-“ Morality was too distracted by how cute the cats were.Anxiety was nervous.“I can explain!" “You better! Logan has never been so scared before.” Roman said as he was trying to reassure logan by rubbing on his arms.“I’m okay, I just didn’t expect to see a cat coming out of Anxiety’s room,” Logan blushed but was looking a lot more comfortable than before.“I- I saw these cats wandering around and I thought I could take care of them, you know because they're so cute and need a home. A shelter would just throw them in a cage or-or put them to sleep and I can't do that to these six adorable feinds,” “You… you realize that means mischievous or a wicked person?” Logan asked.“Yeah?” Anxiety said frowning, “so? They're still adorable feinds. They need a home and i gave them one. You can't just take that away from them!”The other sides stared at him, surprised. He had never been this defensive or looked so desperate doing it. “Well he's right. We can't just throw them back in the streets. Besides look at this little ball of fluff, isn't she adorable?!” Morality cooed at the orange and white cat. “I call her fluffy. She's the snuggliest of them all but loves to be playful.” “Oh I know! How about we each adopt one? Take them off your hands? That way they could not be cooped up in one room!” Patton offered.“oh, and Logan, Boo would be perfect for you.” morality said. “I suppose i could look after a creature that is more frightened of me than i am. Plus they are pleasing to look at and make me want to squeeze their head.”“i never thought i'd hear you say that." Anxiety said hiding back a smile.“Oh i can take this one too!!” morality pointed at the orange cat that was still on anxiey’s bed, Unphased by the strangers in the room, “ Please please please let me adopt her.”“she's all yours. I've never seen anyone adapt with her so quickly.” anxiety chuckled.“I guess we could keep them seperately but i don't know.” roman said.“you could take the black cat. He rarely needs company but he will be there for you if you need it.” “i guess i do need company when im in my room. And i have plenty in it to keep them entertained.”“you have an entire forest in your room. I think they'll be happy.” Anxiety pointed out. “why not?” Roman said.“okay so He likes to play and run a lot but is usually isolates himself. He went running out though so you'll have to go find him.” anxiety said, “but he'd be perfect for you.” “sweet I’l shall be back. Onwords to find our beloved lost cat!” Roman smiled and walked out of the room. Anxiety rolled his eyes.“okay so he gets the black cat snd i get these two cats?” morality asked“yeah and pie is what i call him.” anxiety said. “whats this cats name?” logsn asked. Anxiety and morality turned to face him suprised to see him bendinf low to pet the white cat that had recently hissed ay anxiety“Uuh her name is Boo.”“Why is she called that?”“Because she's white like a ghost and is easily scared.”“I dont understand your reasoning, but that is quite adorable for her.”“Hey! What are you doing?!" Roman screamed. The sides turned their heads to the door as they heard stomping. Before they could think to leave the room Roman came back holding up the black fluffy cat awkwardly. “nope I take it back. I’m not taking in this cat. He just tried to scratch my beautiful royal bed headset.”Anxiety just snickered.“Too late roman, you just agreed to take in Dragon."“Dragon?! I cannot have a creature in my room named after a creature i fight every day, especially one as adorable and evil as this creature.”“No takesies backsies” Anxiety said.“That’s such a childish thing to say.” Roman snapped.“I say that all that time though” Morality said petting Fluffy.“Exactly.” Roman snapped, looking uncertainly and uncomfortable at the cat.“That looks highly uncomfortable Roman. I think it would be best to put them down until you can learn to properly pick them up.” Logan pointed out, petting Boo who was starting to purr. “Aww they’re so cute!!! Wait, Can you take in Boo?�� Morality asked, “I'll take them in if you can't.”“Well,” Logan looked thoughtful, “They are quite a pleasure to pet. I have wanted a companion to keep me company in my room so i suppose I could take her in.”“Yay! So it's settled! I get fluffy and Pie, Anxiety keeps... Wait, what's the black cats and gray cats name?” “Nix and then grey”“Aww that's such a cute name for them!! Aww! Okay, Anxiety gets nix, and grey, Roman gets dragon and Logan gets fluffy!!”“Sounds like it's settled.” logan said stroking boos chin.“Good luck with Dragon Prince!” Anxiety said smirking.“Yeah yeah, i get it. Thank you for Dragon Anxiety. Some sappy smuck about how this is going to lead to a happily ever after yada da da, the end. Good night. This prince needs his beauty sleep. And im guessing Drafon is going to have to get used to his new room. Night.” Prince grabbed Dragon in his arms, and positioned them so they wouldn't fall and left the room.“For some reason I'm really curious. How did you come up with Dtagons name?” Patton asked holding the two cats at the same time. “Oh i didn't have a name for him yet. I just thought that would fit because Prince would hate it.”((No idea how to end so tada!! Sorry it took months to answer back!! ))