#lets be with the front and not with the tail

[hhughes]

Cleaning Max’s apartment while he’s gone and you accidentally break one of his race trophies.

𝒏ote , stop i loved writing this so much! thank you for sharing your little thought with me nonnie <3

fem!reader who is very sensitive (like me🥲) I don’t love how I ended this but that’s okay. . .

you had been so careful. so unbelievably careful not to touch the trophies as you dusted the shelf max’s whole life was displayed on.

you’d tiptoed around them like they were sleeping dragons. you used the softest cloth. held your breath. didn’t even blink too hard when you passed certain ones.

and still - still - you heard it.

that sickening clink.

that tiny shift in balance that meant something had moved when it shouldn’t have. you turned just in time to watch the austria trophy teeter and then crash.

you step down the little stool you used to reach up high, making your way over to the scene. your fingers hovered over the damage, the cloth still clutched in one hand like a murder weapon.

you whispered a panicked, “no, no, no…” under your breath, as if that would rewind time.

you hadn’t even touched it. just brushed too close, just shifted the air wrong, apparently. and now . . .

you sit back, legs folded, hand over your lips as you weigh your options.

you could call him.

you could confess in person.

you could flee the country.

“oh my god” you whisper, picking up the two pieces and inspecting them like maybe, just maybe, they’ll magically snap back together if you’re gentle enough.

but no. the clean break down the middle is unforgiving. you hold both halves in your hands like a confession.

“this is fine,” you mumble, more to yourself than anyone else. “this is totally, completely-”

a soft mrrp interrupts you.

you glance up to see donatello perched on the edge of the shelf, right where the empty spot now is, tail flicking innocently, blinking at you like what?

a few feet away jimmy is sprawled across max’s couch, utterly unconcerned.

your eyes narrow. “you guys suck” you huff with a pout and place the two broken halves down in front of you.

donatello lets out a quiet meow, almost smug. you look down at the broken trophy, then back up at the cat. you consider blaming him. briefly. desperately.

but you had always been a terrible liar and max would see right through it. he’d take one look at your face and know.

still you point a very stern finger “you better back me up when he gets home” as if the cat’s going to deliver a grade A defence statement in your honour.

when max steps through the door of his apartment, he’s immediately concerned by how eerily quiet it is. there’s no music softly playing like there usually is, no clatter from the kitchen.

the kind of silence that makes his chest tighten.

he toes off his shoes, hanging his keys up at the door, carefully holding the bag of takeout in his hand. “baby I’m home” he yells, a faint smile on the edge of his lips over how domestic his life has become.

when there’s no answer in response max frowns and rounds the corner into the living room, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.

sees you curled up on the couch, jimmy in your lap, tissues scattered next to you, eyes puffy and cheeks red, tears streaming down your face.

max’s heart drops straight into his stomach. the bag of takeout hits the floor with a dull thud, completely forgotten.

he’s by your side in two strides, crouching low in front of the couch, his hands hovering like he doesn’t know where to touch first. your knees, your arms, your face.

“what happened?” his voice is gentle but panicked, like it’s being strangled by fear. “are you hurt? what’s wrong?” he spits question after question.

you shake your head quickly, clutching jimmy tighter to your chest. the cat doesn’t protest. just purrs against you like he knows your heart is in pieces and somehow cuddling him will fix it.

“I broke it,” you whisper. your voice is hoarse, quiet, like admitting it again might make it worse.

max blinks. “broke what schat?”

your lower lip wobbles as you glance toward the shelf. his eyes follow yours, and land on the empty space where his austria trophy used to sit.

max exhales. not a sigh of anger. just a quiet release of tension. relief. but you misread it.

“i’m so sorry,” you rush out. “I was being careful, I swear. I didn’t even touch it, I just — donatello jumped up and — I don’t even really know how it happened. if it was me or the cat and I tried to catch it but I was too late and then it broke and —” you stop and take a shuddering breath that sneaks right into max’s heart.

your voice breaks as you say “and I ruined it.”

max doesn’t say anything at first. just studies you. his eyes soft, expression unreadable. then he reaches up, gently brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” he says quietly

“but—” you go to protest but he just shakes his head, cutting you off, “it’s just a trophy baby” he reassures you, wiping more tears and sitting on the couch. pulling you onto his lap, jimmy jumps off and your head falls into that familiar crook of his neck.

“it’s okay” he soothes, running his hand through your hair slowly.

he lets you calm down a little before saying, “thanks for cleaning my shelf” with a kiss to your head

“didn’t even finish cleaning it. I was too scared” you admit with a little pout lifting your head to look at him. “i’m so so sorry max, really. i’ll win you another one myself if I have to” you say sincerely

“first you break my trophy and now you’re threatening to beat me in a race? who needs enemies when I’ve got a girlfriend like you” max jokes with a click of his tongue.

a breathy chuckle escapes him when you hit his chest with the back of your hand, a little glare on your face as you start to tear up again.

“i’m just kidding baby. my sweet girl. stop crying now please? it’s breaking my heart” he says, kissing your tears away and cupping your face gently.

“it’s okay. it’s just a trophy. I have lots of them. it was an accident and we can fix it. it’s not the end of the world. you’re okay. we’re okay. everything is okay. okay?” he says and you nod, pressing your lips to his softly.

“i love you” you whisper and he smiles, kissing you again.

“i love you more” he says, gently moving you next to him and getting up to grab the food he dropped earlier. somehow its all still perfectly packaged and in place and max starts placing things on the table.

“wanna watch the austria race? we could relive the trophy’s glory days” max jokes as he settles back on the couch, laughing when you throw a pillow his way.

“you’re an ass” you say, kicking his thigh with your foot, but both of you settle into that comfortable silence as you watch tv, the broken trophy long forgotten.

[be-xkyy]

Tw: sexual content, breeding, angry sex, jealous boyfriend, mate couple.

Yandere Cat Hybrid Boyfriend who is completely in love (obsessed) with his human girlfriend ♡

He can't help but hide in the corners of the house, alert with his furry ears pulled back and his tail swishing behind him before jumping in front of you every time you pass, scaring you to death

He gets extremely offended and hisses at you when you throw his "gifts" in the trash, gifts that are mostly dead rats, dead birds, spiders, and he even caught a snake once, he did all that just for you little ungrateful one

His sense of smell is highly developed so he can smell when someone else has been around you, always when you come back from the store or work he will pounce on you purring... only for his purrs to stop abruptly when he smells the scent of another male on you...

“Why do you smell like another male?! What were you doing to make him leave his scent so strong on you, huh?! You fucked him, is that it?!”

His tail bristles and his eyes squeeze into thin slits, venomous accusations leave his lips between furious hisses, it's cruel, but it's just a defense mechanism, his heart pounds in his ears and his chest hurts at the thought of you abandoning him for someone else :(

“I thought fucking you and bathing you in my essence would keep the idiots away from you! But you have no respect for yourself or me! I'm going to fuck you with an entire litter of my kittens, so you and the idiots out there know that you belong to me! ”

He doesn't listen to any of your excuses or let you explain anything, he grabs your arm tightly digging his nails into your skin which will surely be full of bruises tomorrow and drags you to the living room pushing you on the carpet, he roughly gets between your legs, the sound of the fabric tearing fills the room when he rips off your clothes revealing your lace lingerie that in any other situation he would have admired but now he's mad at you :(

He doesn't even take off his clothes, he just rips off your panties before his fingers desperately open his belt, he pulls his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, he takes his fat cock in his hand rubbing it up and down firmly, he's capable enough to see through his annoying haze and know that he has to lubricate you a little since he doesn't want to hurt you ♡

He spits on your pussy, uses his saliva to lubricate you by rubbing your clit a few times before taking his cock, guiding it towards your pussy, he inserts himself with a thrust, throwing his ears back in pure pleasure at the feeling of your tight warm pussy sucking him, his tail swings behind him at the moans you let out ♡

He moves his hips vigorously, the dirty sound of wet slaps along with his hisses and your moans fills the room, his fingers dig hard into your hips as he pushes you down impaling you on his cock that hits your cervix rhythmically over and over again, he leans over you licking your neck with his rough tongue before biting down hard breaking the skin and making you gasp in pain, your body tense up and your vaginal walls clamp down on his cock ♡

He's completely lost in his pleasure, his cock throbs and your walls clamp down on him, a warning that you'll climax soon, just like him, his furry tail wraps around your thigh as he fucks you harder, he frowns and squints, his cock frantically pounds against your bruised cervix and when you least expect it you cum, spurting onto his cock and belly with a high-pitched moan ♡

He hisses with pleasure as he feels your climax and buries himself deep inside you,he cums, milky white ropes painting your insides, his thick semen filling your fertile uterus, you whimper as his knot begins to swell inside you, big, making sure to keep you plugged so that none of his semen goes to waste, so that all his kittens grow in your belly ♡

He collapses on top of you, clinging to your warmth as he catches his breath. He rubs his nose against your jaw while his tail curls and uncurls rhythmically around your thigh, like a caress. He stares at your fucked-out form in fascination and smiles. His fangs gleam, he's almost angelic. His ears perk up happily, and he speaks with a haunting purr.

“I can't wait to fuck you every day! Now that we're making kittens together, you can't officially go back to work... we need to make a whole litter. This is the first of many, right, Mate..?”

[banditcoyote]

Echo glanced over at her. "Haven't you already had him?" he countered with a raised eyebrow. Echo didn't seem too worried about the fight and he shrugged. "Of course he will. No one expects him to lose." he said easily. "Not even Michael."

The wolf had taped up his hands and despite the weather wore only a tank top and a pair of fitted joggers that he looked exceptionally fit in. He rolled his shoulders and craned his neck from side to side, circling about in the snow for a moment catching Sasuga’s eye and giving her a little smile. The two wolves came to a stand still across from each other, Raphael’s knees and elbows each bent slightly, a relaxed pose ready for action, a slight bounce to his stance and his tail stilling behind him to help him maintain balance to be ready for quick movement.. Michael stood there.

Echo blew the gold whistle around his neck and let it fall against this chest. The sound cut through the air and it seemed as though everyone held their breath waiting for something explosive to happen between the two lead wolves. However Michael just stood and watched, while Raphael bounced and kept his eyes laser focused on his alpha. after a few long moments Michael moved, making Raphael turn his rear foot out, but the wolf only put his hand in his pockets and tilted his head slightly to one side to watch Raphael. Raphael’s eyebrows drew together and his ears twitched but he held his stance. Another beat past and neither moved until Raphael took a charge forward and aimed a punch at Michael’s jaw, only to barely graze him with the alpha refused to move or block.“What are you doing?” he asked looking Michael up and down as he took a step back into his fighting stance once more. “Nothing.” Michael said with a slight shrug to his shoulders. “You want to fight me. Come fight me.” There was a bit of a murmur in the crowd and Raphael’s ears twitched down at this. “Come on Raphael, you wanted to do this. Come hit me.” “I don’t want to just hit you. I want you to fight me. This is why we do this.” Raphael still not letting down his guard and raising his hands up higher in front of him. Michael sighed “What do you want me to say Raphael, we know you’re stronger and we know you’re going to pin me. I’m not even sure why you wanted to do this. You want to punch me in front of everyone?” he took his hands out from his pockets and held them out to his sides passively before letting them fall “If that will make you feel better Raphael, go ahead and do it.” Raphael’s eyes went wide. “Are you fucking kidding me Michael?” he asked in a shocked whisper coming out of his stance, his shoulder muscles rippling in the cold as he changed his posture. “You’re really doing this to me? Here?” Raphael’s eyes were wide, and he knew he couldn’t lose his temper though it was borderline. Michael was right, entertaining the fight would just embarrass him, and in doing this he regained his role as Alpha, looking as if he calculated the move specifically to make Raphael look like the hot head he had the reputation of being.

Raphael knew he was backed into a corner, Michael was the Alpha, and everyone knew that while the fight would be a show, it was expected he would win. Michael was tipping things into his favor so he wouldn’t lose face in front of his pack while making Raphael look like a brat. Even if you didn’t agree with it, it was hard to say it wasn’t a clever move. Raphael understood it completely, and it only infuriated him more. “Fight me.” He demanded, taking a few steps towards his Alpha who did nothing to give into Raphael’s anger. “Fight me.” He said again and gave Michael a shove in the chest sending him back a few feet, but Michael held his footing and remained passive. A few murmurs breaking out again amongst the wolves. “Come on. Fight me.” He said shoving him with more aggression almost to the edge of the ring.

Artemis held up a hand in warning to her husband. “Raphael…call it.”

“Fight me. Fight me…Fight me!” Raphael said over and over, his anger growing as he tried to egg Michael on, trying to pull him back out into the ring even if he was still just standing where Raphael had pushed him, some other wolves moving in closer but eyeing each other as they weren’t entirely sure what to do in this situation.

“I’ll fight you” The voice cut through everything, all heads whirling to see Youko Kurama who had stood in the bleachers. “Perhaps we’ll be more evenly matched?”

Raphael’s gaze was hard on Youko, not sure if he was joking or not for a moment, and then his face broke out in a satisfied grin, and he backed away from Michael, back towards the center of the field and held up a hand to Youko and waved him down. “I’d love that.” He said looking almost wild. “Lets do this.”

An excited murmur broke out amongst everyone as Youko started taking his slow steps down the raised seating, and Shishi watched him go before he turned to Sasuga, looking for her reaction.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[sereia4skz]

Hey lovely,

I have a rather soft and comfort ask…

I’m imagining hyunmin comforting reader on a bad week or on her period and seungmin and hyunjin just make it better for her after she accidentally snapped on them both but felt bad right away after she realized that she snapped

You’re just one of the best poly writers ive seen so this would just comfort me so much right now!

Love your works <3

drabble | safe space

pairing: poly!hyunmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: nonsexual nudity, reader gets periods, reader is sad

word count: 662

A/N: I hope this is okay, serious stuff isn't really my strong suit, but i really liked this ask, i haven't seen much hyunmin dynamics.

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You hadn’t meant to snap. Not at them. Never at them. 

But…

It had been five straight days of deadlines, three nights of broken sleep and pain, and a uterus determined to ruin your life, your patience had thinned to the breaking point. 

Everything was too much, overwhelming. You felt so close to just killing the next person that touched you

So when Seungmin asked, “Hey brat, wanna watch something with us later?” with that teasing lilt to his voice, it just... tipped.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood, Seungmin. Jesus, can’t you give me five minutes of peace?”

It wasn’t yelling. But it quite wasn’t fair either. His face fell, just for a second. He blinked, startled, and you immediately regretted everything.

Hyunjin had walked in just in time to catch the tail end of your outburst. He didn’t speak, but the way his gaze softened like he knew exactly what kind of pain you were in made your chest twist worse than the cramps.

The realization just crushed you and you disappeared into your room before you could cry.

━━━━━━━━━━━━⋆｡°✩

Ten minutes later, the knock came.

Gentle. As if it didn't want to disturb you.

“Y/N?” It was Hyunjin. “Can we come in?”

You wiped at your eyes, even though you weren’t fooling anyone. You cracked the door open just a bit, and found them both standing there. Seungmin with a heating pad and a mug of hot chocolate, Hyunjin with cozy towels folded in his arms and a soft expression on his face.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out before they could speak. “I’m just so… everything hurts, and I’m overwhelmed, and I didn’t mean to be a bitch, I just-”

“Hey,” Seungmin cut in, already stepping forward. “No. None of that. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed. It doesn’t make you mean. It just makes you human.”

He pulled you into a hug, careful, warm, steady, and you melted into it like it was the only thing holding you up.

Hyunjin came up behind you, arms wrapping around both of you, his lips brushing the top of your head. “We just want to help, baby. Let us, okay?”

You nodded, small and tired.

They lead you back to your shared bathroom, fussing quietly like it was second nature. Seungmin helped you undress, while Hyunjin warmed the shower. They moved around you with practiced ease, helping you wash away the grime of the day. Hyunjin lathered your hair and slowly you dozed off. When you blinked back awake, Seungmin was helping you into pjs and into bed. 

Hyunjin grabbed extra pillows. Hyunjin stroked your hair back from your face while Seungmin sat behind you and started rubbing small, slow circles into your lower back with his knuckles.

It felt like heaven.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” Seungmin murmured, voice low and close to your ear. “I like you better silent anyways,” he teased.

“You’re not mad?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“Never,” Hyunjin said, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “We love you. Bad days and all.”

They stayed. Just like that, no pressure, no expectations. Seungmin eventually pulled you onto his chest, a hand splayed protectively across your back, while Hyunjin curled up in front of you, draping a blanket over the three of you. He pressed a kiss to your wrist, then your jaw.

“I’m gonna braid your hair,” he whispered softly, like a secret. “It’s good therapy for me.”

You chuckled weakly, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re weird.”

“You love it,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Unfortunately,” Seungmin deadpanned from beneath you, and you giggled, properly this time, the tight knot in your chest beginning to loosen.

“You’re safe, my love,” Hyunjin said softly, threading his fingers gently through your hair. “You don’t have to be okay right away. We’ve got you.”

And they did.

With steady hands, and unconditional love. 

They had you.

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[jordiemeow]

this is how art apologize

sorry i need him so bad i may have gotten carried away when i was bored at work this wasnt supposed to b anything. Whoops

warnings: 18+, smut, f!receiving oral, eating out over underwear, stupid stupid art

Oh. You're mad.

Like, actually mad, not just giving him that look you always send him after he does something mildly irritating just to see your pretty face contort in faux-annoyance. No, you aren't even giving him that exasperated look. It's like he's talking to a brick wall. He's pretty sure clay would be more receptive than this, actually.

His smile drops.

"Babe?" He tries again, hands clasping together in front of him, clammy with sweat following the silence that greeted him upon entering your dorm. His joke about you disappearing before you could congratulate him for winning his match fell entirely flat, apparently. He looks like a scorned dog; tail between his legs and ears down, though he's not entirely sure what for.

You hardly spare him a glance, more focused on the Macbook on your stomach as you lay on your bed. Art swallows, moving towards your bed tentatively. It takes him a moment of watching you to work up the courage to actually take a seat, gingerly lowering himself to the edge of your single. Normally you jump his bones after such a crushing victory. Or after a shower, but you aren't turned on in the slightest by the scent of his shampoo. In fact, his presence is quite bothersome.

Why?

That's the question that's been bouncing around in his head since watching you clear out of the stands before his customary victory kiss. He had been happy enough to let your absence slide—or, well, too desperate for your praise to truly be upset over it. But now you're just blanking him, so there's clearly something wrong...

"What's the matter?" He coaxes, one big hand wrapping gently around your ankle. His hand is cold against your warm skin, and you barely bite back a shiver.

A long silence follows, and then, "You played so well, Artie!" He flinches at the high-pitched mocking tone of your voice. And then finally, finally, it dawns on him.

You're mad about the girl that congratulated him first. Some freshman sitting front row with her friends, gushing over the way his hair bounced each time he moved. Hell, you'd even heard them make a comment about how erotic his grunts were. Oh, the poor girl had no idea what other sounds he could make...

But that's not the problem. She can look all she wants, as far as you're concerned. It's just that your boyfriend is the biggest idiot in the world and doesn't know how to shut down someone who is clearly flirting with him. He's all smiles and friendly arm pats, as if you weren't about to clamber down the seats and jump onto his arms on the side of the court. Completely oblivious to the way her hand was wrapped around his sweaty bicep in a decidedly not platonic way, batting her lashes up on him as she praised his forehand. As if she has any fucking idea what she's talking about.

Yeah, no. You weren't sticking around to watch it, and now he's getting the silent treatment. Very mature.

There's another silence, his thumb rubbing against the jut of your ankle. You're both frowning, and the quiet feels stifling. You're about to tell him to go away to let you cool off when movement catches your eye: Art ducking his head, lips pressing chastely to the skin next to his hand. You tilt your Macbook an inch to the side to watch the way he leaves a lingering kiss there. His eyes flit up to search yours for protest, but you're already looking back at your screen, the sound of your fingers clicking against the keyboard filling your dorm.

He takes that as consent to continue. More light kisses placed against your ankle, your shin...

"I love you," he whispers against your skin, as if that erases the frustration of seeing him beam down at that pretty little blonde girl with the tight-fitting shirt. How desperate can you be?

"More than anything," he adds. He's aware he's talking to himself at this point, but he's okay with that. His mouth continues its path upwards, circling your knees, working his way up your thighs, easing your skirt up...

He takes his time here. Lavishing your inner thighs with attention, enough to draw a soft little sigh of content from you. You're still typing away at the Macbook balanced on your stomach; you both know what's happening here. It's time for him to earn forgiveness for that little display.

"So pretty, baby. M'sorry," he murmurs against you. Soft little praises whispered as if he wants them absorbed into your skin. Maybe that way you'll actually talk to him. A real conversation, not just mocking some girl. "Gorgeous. Most pretty girl in the world."

You won't admit it, but you're loosening up under his ministrations. Legs parting a little more readily, breath quickening as your panties dampen more with each kiss. "Love every part of you. But your thighs are so pretty," he tells you, tongue laving over the soft bite he'd just placed to the apex of your left thigh.

"I'm sorry."

It's only when his fingers hook under your lacy panties to tug them down that you speak up. "Don't."

You feel him exhale heavily against your thigh, and his hands move to splay flat against your hips. "Gotta earn it," you add. He'd be embarrassed by the way his cock twitches in his fresh boxers at that if it weren't for the fact he was used to this sort of treatment.

And so, without hesitation, his mouth descends on your clothed cunt. Lapping and sucking eagerly at the material, as if trying to draw out any taste of your sweet juices coating the other side of them. The way he's moaning into you is downright pathetic, fingers curling into your sides. Your panties grow slick with a mix of your own arousal and Art's saliva—borderline translucent, but he's too devoted to his task to really notice that.

He can hardly breathe with the way he's pressed into the cotton, trying desperately to prove himself to you. "S'only you, babe. All I want," he whines into the fabric.

You roll your eyes. "Doesn't feel like that when you're chatting up girls after your games, Art."

"Wasn't—" He insists, pausing to refocus on his task. It's only when he needs a breather that he lifts up just enough to speak again. "M'sorry. Wanted to see you, but she stopped me—"

"Should have ignored her."

"But—"

"Are you really in a position to be talking back to me right now?"

He swallows. "No. I'm sorry."

"Good. Put your mouth to better use."

"Then can I—?"

"I said put it to use, Art."

Well, that's not a no, is it? You don't stop him when he reaches for your panties again, tugging them down your legs just enough to be able to dive right in. He buries himself back into your sweet little cunt, and he groans with satisfaction at the way he can taste you without the boundary in place.

His voice is practically a whimper when he speaks against you. "Tastes so good—"

"Art," you warn. He doesn't waste his breath on an apology, just nods mutely and gives your pussy his undivided attention. Tongue licking flat stripes against you, nose nudging against your swollen clit.

It takes a herculean effort not to reward him with those sweet little moans he's used to. He knows he doesn't deserve it right now, though, and the fact you're even letting him do this is a miracle in itself. He's gone days without you so much as letting him kiss you when you're really annoyed at him.

He won't take this for granted.

You're almost annoyed at how good he is at it. He's supposed to be earning your forgiveness, sure, but it's hard to think about anything except the way his cheeks are hollowed out as he sucks eagerly on your clit. Each little sound drawn involuntarily out of you is a victory in itself for him.

You try to last out, you really do, but your climax is inevitable when he's whining pathetically against you and trying his hardest to please you. Despite your insistence on him not speaking, the occasional plea is moaned into you, and the sheer desperation behind it eventually sends you over the edge.

"Please. Please, wanna make you cum, baby, please, I'm sorry—"

Your thighs clench around his head, fingers stilled against your keyboard. Your head tips back into the pillow, and you don't bother stifling your moan of pleasure as you come undone against his face.

"Nghhh— Art, ah, ffffuck—"

You can't even be mad when you can feel him smile faintly against your cunt before he redoubles his efforts to work you through it. Moaning and eagerly lapping up his reward. He doesn't stop until your thighs are trembling and you're reaching down to push his head away.

His head pops up above the screen of your laptop, chin slick with your release and lips spit-swollen. "I'm sorry, did I—" He starts, panting softly. "Did I do good? Did I make you feel better? Baby, I shouldn't have—"

"Art," you interject, finally setting your laptop aside and propping yourself up on your elbows. He expects some sort of approval here, maybe a kiss and a long overdue congratulations for his earlier win. But you fix him with a hard look. "Don't ever do that again."

He nods, a bit too quickly. "I won't. I'll come to you first. Swear."

You study him for a long moment. Earnest expression, pleading blue eyes as his hands brace on your thighs. Finally, you give him a short little nod. "Okay. Come here."

You shift forward a little, arms wrapping around him. He practically collapses into you with relief, chin hooked over your shoulder as his own arms circle you. It's only then that he finally sees your Macbook screen open on a document filled with several lines of:

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He decides not to comment on it. You've already just forgiven him, after all, so he smothers his smile into your shoulder and makes a mental note about not talking to anyone but you and his coach right after his games.

Though, in all fairness, he gets to eat you out either way. A win is a win.

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[mattsstarlet]

i would loveeeeee if u wrote a day in a life of chris spending the day babysitting bubbles and bella after candy and matt drops them off at his place to go on a date 😭

a day where chris pet sits camgirl!reader’s furry babies.

“oh! and don’t forget to—”

“— to give bubbles a giant ass carrot for lunch, yes i know.” chris smiles, patting you on your shoulder as he walks you to the front door of your home, matt grumpily leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed, waiting for you.

matt may seem like a boring man, but really his passion is the outdoors, so with that being said, the weather gave him the opportunity to finally visit a new hiking trail, dragging you along with him. chris opted to take care of the pets, he loved your bunny and your cute little dog to death, going as far as even sneaking bubbles into his backpack and managing to make it out of the door before you noticed, one night.

chris leaned against the door frame, with both pets on each arm as he watched matt open the car door, raising an eyebrow at his brother patting your ass while you climbed in.

“no funny business, alright?” he remarks, grinning from ear to ear, chuckling at matt’s middle finger in the air. chris closes the front door behind him as he steps in, crouching down to let the pets walk on their own. “your parents are naughty.”

chris sheepishly grins at a young woman walking past him at the park, a pretty smile on her face as she watched him being so caring towards two animals, not only that but he looked cute considering he had a literal bunny on a leash. a pink leash.

the cavalier spaniel starts tugging on her own leash, wiggling her brown tail and sniffing the grass— chris’ least favorite part of taking care of a pet. he hated cleaning up dog shit.

he sighs, pulling out a tiny bag beginning to kneel down, for a quick second he lets go of the bunny, sure enough bubbles was well behaved, right?

chris, with a displeased expression, puts the bag on his hand as if it were a glove, picking up the mess before tying it up and disregarding it in the trash can a few steps ahead.

“alrighly bella, let’s go—”

“—excuse me, is this your bunny?”

chris’ head flies up at the sound of a soft voice, the same girl who he passed by not too long ago, holding bubbles in her arms. he embarrassingly smiles, their hands brushing as the bunny cuddles up in his arms.

“yeah— well, no. he’s uh— uh my brother’s girl— i’m pet sitting.” he rambles, mentally cursing himself at the sudden loss of words.

“that’s cute. i love pets.” she expresses, her eyes darting back and forth with his, a tiny bit of excitement in them mixed something much more.

chris smirks, licking his pink, chapped lips before replying in a cocky, flirty manner. “yeah?”

she nods, beginning to walk with him for around ten minutes as they speak about the black kitten she owns back in her apartment, stopping abruptly to check her apple watch.

“i completed all my steps but… when are you done pet sitting?” she tilts her head, fidgeting with the zipper of her thin black pull-over, the material tight enough to make chris’ mind wander— he knows what she’s up to and he likes it. a little too much.

“uh… give me an hour?”

Chris: Gonna drop off candy’s children

Chris: Don’t ask why

Nick: Gross.

Nick: You and Matt should be ashamed of yourselves

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ this sucks soooo bad i’m sorry. tried making it cutesy, flirty, and then i dont know what i did lmao.

[sonicssweetheart]

love love love ur blog!!! is it alright to request cuddly/sleepy moments with sonic or shadow? (preferably with some smooching involved?) ty!!

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✧ sonic & shadow x gn!reader || cuddling oneshots 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: none!

. ݁₊ ⊹ sonic .ᐟ

sat at the comfort of your living room couch, you flipped through a kindle peacefully with the fire on. it was a harsh December night that held no mercy against the nature outside, and every whip of wind made you turn your head to check on the windows and doors out of fear. it wasn’t the doors or windows you were afraid of, it was the wait of sonics arrival that kept you on your toes.

it was another long day of defeating egg man and making sure others were safe from the snow according to sonics most recent text to you. you kept checking your phone, making sure you weren’t missing anything, and each time you were met with the “no notifications” pop up, you grew increasingly more impatient. after what felt like hours, the front door swung open as sonic walked inside, fur covered in snow. walked… odd.

you stood quickly, rushing to meet him at the door. you approached him with a smile, and you were greeted with tired eyes and drooping ears from your beloved. you furrowed your eyebrows in concern and reached your hand to his cheek.

“are you okay? how was —“

you were cut off when sonic simply shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. you blinked a few times before returning the hug, rubbing your hand up and down his back. “did something happen?” you asked, slight annoyance starting to bubble in your chest as he ignored your million signs of anxiety. he didn’t say anything at first, just squeezed you gently and sighed. “lay down.” he mumbled, but it was less of a demand and more of a plead, and you complied.

guiding him to the couch, you laid down and propped your head up on the arm rest, sonic crawling on top of you and resting his head against your chest. you tore a blanket off the back of the couch and covered both of you with it, the soft plush easing sonic deeper into a comfortable state.

“cold?” you asked, placing a hand atop his head and tracing circles with your fingers at the crown. “tired.” he said in a sigh, groaning and letting an arm drape off of the couch. you smiled sympathetically and rubbed his back with the palm of your hand. you both laid like this for a moment, laying in silence and enjoying the others company. “i missed you.” you whispered, and sonic lifted his head up slowly.

“i missed you,” he replied, eyes fluttering out of exhaustion. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here all day. duty calls, unfortunately.” he pouted his lip which made you chuckle. “it’s okay, you made it home, that’s all that matters.” your motherly tone made the hedgehogs tail wag which you noticed by the movement of the blanket.

sonic reached his head forward, looking down at your lips then up at your eyes. he was good at hinting at what he wanted by using those emeralds, and he seemed to prefer that over talking. you smiled and reached your head down, pressing a soft kiss to his cold lips. he kissed you with a passion you craved all day, showing you exactly how he missed you, his hands pushing himself up to hover over you.

you smiled in the kiss, his arms now planted beside your shoulders, as he kissed you softly and slowly, acknowledging that you could take your time and there was nothing to lose. he pulled away then kissed you once, then twice, then trailed down your jaw and to your neck. his lips tickled your neck and you squirmed, letting out a breathy laugh as he scattered kisses all over your warm skin. “sonic, stop it!”

“you’re not leaving me tonight. i’m gonna bother you until you crack.” he said through kisses, then finally laying down atop of you once more and wrapping his arms under your torso. you smiled and wrapped yours around him, burying your nose in the fur on his head. “that’s unless you fall asleep,” you noted, and a yawn slipped past your boys lips.

“whatever…” he mumbled as his eyes fell closed, and you could only smile widely, holding back a giggle that would disturb your sleeping beauty.

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ᯓ shadow ˎˊ˗

as water cascaded down your face in the shower, you let out a deep sigh that had been sitting in your chest all day. work had taken a toll on your mood, and all you could think about was crawling in to bed and staying there until your body melted into the mattress.

you put your face in your hands, rubbing off the facial grease and smoothing out the stress creases as you reminisced in the days when you were unemployed and stress free. you couldn’t even put a year to it.

suddenly, you heard a knock at the bathroom door and a rush of cold air, and you knew it could only be shadow. you heard him open the shower door and close it, and his hands cupped your waist perfectly in his palms. you instantly relaxed, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“rough day?” he asked, his voice gruff and similarly tired like yours. you hummed in response, head rolling to the side so your face was in the crook of his neck. “i wasn’t feeling myself. it was weird.” you explained while shadow took a shampoo bottle off of the rack, squeezing a pool into his hand and nudging you forward gently with his shoulder so you would stand straight. he began massaging the shampoo into your scalp, washing your hair thoroughly. you closed your eyes and relaxed into the feeling, your body feeling lighter.

“would there be anything bothering you in particular?” he questioned. “no, just needed to be home. with you.” you turned around so you could rinse your hair, and the gentle look in shadows eye made your chest clench. “what is it?” you asked, and he just… watched. you dragged your fingers through your hair and smoothed it back to drain out extra soap, your eyelashes thick from water and your collarbone glistening beautifully from the water. he simply smiled warmly, stepping forward and placing a hand behind your neck, pressing his lips to yours lovingly. the sudden gesture made butterflies flutter within you, your hands lowering from your own head to his shoulders, pressing yourself closer to him.

⟢ after you both left the shower, you changed into comfortable clothing and crawled into bed, shadow getting in the opposite side of you and gesturing his hand towards himself to signal he wanted you closer. you complied, scooting over and letting shadow pull you flush against himself. the clean scents off of you and him combined reset your stuffy immune system and relaxed your clouded head.

shadow pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head, one hand holding the small of your back and the other wrapped around your back and holding your shoulder. he nudged you with his muzzle and you looked up at him, where he left slow, teasing kisses to your lips that left you breathless. you wrapped your arms around his waist and moved impossibly closer to him, trying to inhale every part of him.

“you’re just incredible.” he whispered between a kiss, stealing your breathing with every new one he replaces the old with. you made a soft sound in your throat which made him smile, then pull away for the last time. he laid his head on the pillow, pushing your damp hair away from your eyes.

“mine,” he whispered in an assuring tone, which made you have to bite your lip in order to not smile too widely. “mine.” you replied, sort of mocking his tone. shadow shook his head as much as he could laying down and gazed into your eyes. he wasn’t the type to get overly sappy in moments like this; his eyes have more meaning than any conversation could.

“you love me so much. it’s so obvious.” you teased, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. shadow glanced down at your lips then back at your eyes. “i suppose,” he mumbled, adjusting his head on the pillow. “and how can you tell?” he continued, and you smiled proudly. “you have that look in your eye. i just know.” shadow didn’t reply for a moment, he looked down, but back up again.

“you’re the one who was able to bring that feeling back to life.” you raised your eyebrows in reaction to his sudden BAR DROP, and your cheeks filled with a red tint. “…that was… awhhh, shadow,” you pressed a kiss to his nose and rested your head against his chest, holding him tight.

“i love you.” you whispered, shadow whispering back, “i love you endlessly.”

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 47

(Grim is an honorary member of every dorm and is treated rather well by most students. Most students believe that the best way to make the Human like them is by winning over Grim. Rook and Vil made his outfit and both worked to make a proper head accessory for him that ties the look together. His headdress is made out of actual gems, fabric, and one of Vil's tail feathers.)

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, temporary panic, games of mental strategy, clarity in the seemingly unclear, arguing, moments of stress, Dragon, Shinigami, mention of Hellcat, mention of Harpies

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You frowned, looking in yet another empty room for your wayward ward. The adored Hellcat had been away from your side for an extended period of time and it was quickly making you nervous. He was usually attached to your side like he had been glued there, but since that morning you had not seen hide nor hair of the young feline.

Your worry was that he had been taken by Poachers.

Once again, you began looking through the various rooms in an attempt to find your kit. Every room he was not in was yet another addition to your mounting concern as you quickly became frantic. Searching through the dorm was quickly becoming a sport as you searched high and low for your kit.

"Grim? Grim! GRIM?!"

Your frantic search was drawing the attention of those staying in the dorm. It was more than obvious who you were looking for and that you were becoming upset very quickly. The first to approach you in your anxious state was the ever watchful Dragon.

"(Y/n), my Treasure, what are you doing?"

"Grim! My boy! He's just gone! I can't find him."

You checked again in one of the empty rooms, your stress visible in the way your shoulders tensed and your eyes wheeled around to try and find your kit. The Dragon was also concerned, but more so for you as you continued your hurried search.

"I'm sure Grim is fine-"

"You can't possibly know that! What if Poachers got him? What if one of those bears got him? You can't know he is safe!"

"(Y/n)-"

"If you aren't going to help me look, you can walk away!"

The Dragon let out a long sigh before physically moving in front of you, making you almost growl in frustration. Why couldn't he understand the gravity of the situation? Grim was your only true friend among these obsessed beasts and you were terrified of losing him.

"Grim is fine. He is with Eric and Vil."

"You couldn't have told me this earlier!? Where are they?"

"I can't tell you where they are."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because Grim asked us not to. He is trying to learn how to fly because he wants to impress you when he manages to actually fly. His wings are still tender, and his idea of 'flying' was more gliding than actual flight. Odds are he was never taught to fly and considered his gliding to be flight. I wanted to keep this secret for him, but it is clearly distressing you too much to keep this concealed."

You went quiet at this, brows pulled together in concern as you stared at the Dragon. As far as you were aware, Grim shouldn't be using his wings yet because they were not fully healed yet. This new information from Malleus made sense but you were still upset that no one bothered to tell you.

Perhaps Grim truly did want to surprise you with his flying ability and that was why he asked the Harpies for help. It wasn't like you could teach the Kit as you had no wings and no understanding of the effort it took to actually fly. He had lost use of his wings before you met him- and judging from Malleus' words, he didn't actually know how to fly beyond gliding- so he was now trying to get the use of his wings back.

Your worry was still rather intense even though you now knew where the kit was. Everything that could possibly go wrong was making your stomach writhe and ache in worry. Though you mostly trusted Vil and his father, you were still concerned for the kit and his wellbeing.

He was as much your son as he was your friend. Though you did not birth the kit, he was still your boy and you would be damned before you let him get hurt by anything.

"Where are they?"

"Nearby."

"Tsuno, that is not an answer. Where is my boy?"

The Dragon sighed, trying to stay honest with you, yet also attempting to honor Grim's wishes. It was not an easy thing to do by any stretch and he was going to have to try and calm you down. Clearly you were not overly trusting when it came to others around Grim.

"He is safe and is in the nearby field with Eric and Vil. They are making sure he stays protected and has somewhere to practice flying. (Y/n), he is very excited about showing you what he has accomplished when he is ready. He isn't ready right now. I believe it will mean the world to him to get to show you his learned skills. It may break his heart if you show up while he is practicing."

Malleus' last sentence made your heart ache as you imagined how crestfallen the kit would be to have this little victory taken away from him. You adored the Kit that saw you as his mother and you truly just wanted him to be safe. Thinking of the Kit being upset with you for ruining his surprise genuinely made it feel as if there were a pit in your stomach.

He just wanted you to be proud of him and feel like he earned that pride fairly.

You knew you would one day have to let the Kit spread his wings and take flight to build his own life, but you didn't want that day to be any time soon. Perhaps a talk with Papa Hades would help calm your frantic and aching heart. He was the main fount of knowledge when it came to Hellcats like Grim, so he would certainly know the general timeline for Grim's growth.

"... Where is Papa Hades?"

"Lord Hades is with the other Shrouds in the kitchen. They have been fiercely debating something in a dead tongue and refuse to explain what it is that has them so heated."

"I should talk to him about Grim."

"Why? He is safe."

"I need to know his growth timeline. I would rather know how best to support him while he ages instead of just assuming I know what I'm doing."

Your words seemed to placate Malleus as he nodded, keen to stay around you now that you had mostly recovered from your illness. The Elder Shinigami wasn't keeping him away, at least. This meant the Dragon was free to obsess over you and ensure you did not stray too far from his side, despite how you could never fully escape his sight.

As you made your way down the steps, you heard a low and hushed murmur. Many voices were speaking quickly and not wholly without heavy tones souring the sound of chatter. You could hardly discern if they were speaking a language you knew, or simply humming in quiet consort.

When you entered the kitchen, all humming stopped and the oddly alert group of Shinigami turned to regard you silently. Each one seemed so off to you, as if they had simply been behaving docile around you and the true nature was showing through. Even Ortho- who was usually affable and smiling- seemed unusually animalistic.

From the way they moved and regarded you like a flock of Crows, to the overwhelming silent dread of facing a large predator. Your placid view of each one of these beings very suddenly sharpened into clarity in how abnormal they actually were to your base senses. Most acted stunningly Human around you and it only now occurred to you that they were nothing like Humans to begin with.

The sudden weight of being surrounded by predators slammed into you all at once. You could feel your body tense in the sudden wave of adrenaline as your own instincts finally registered the extreme danger.

Ortho's visor read out your vitals to the younger Shinigami at all times when he looked at you. That sensor and tracker you wore telling him that your body was responding the same way a prey animal would when faced with a predator. The change was sudden enough that several errors flashed rapidly on his visor and alerted the others to your sudden change. It was enough to snap them back into the oddly practiced Human behavior again.

The sudden return of normalcy left you feeling like you had been jump-scared by the group you had once fully trusted. Then again, you shouldn't ever truly let your guard down around any of them. They were addicts and you were their fix.

You would surely fall ill again if you kept on constant guard though, and that would leave you at the complete mercy of these creatures. Not to say you weren't already at their mercy, but having the ability to push them away if you wanted was not a bad thing either. It wouldn't do you any good to push them too far now.

"Little One, I thought you were resting."

The elder of the group stood, his cloak of woven shadows and starlight shimmered as he moved. He seemed more than aware of you sudden skittish behavior simply by the unblinking way you stared at him. You were studying him the same way he so often studied you. Though he would never admit it, there was something oddly off-putting and predatorial about your stare.

Humans were almost all docile when they finally got to him, but even he had seen the way a Human could fight when they feel there is something of great value to lose. Often, the elder wondered what exactly it was that kept you marching on your seemingly endless path of determination. You had already surpassed the level headedness and even temper of many Humans he had known and quickly claimed a place among the most adept of them. There had to be something that drove you to soothe tempers so readily and use yourself as a bargaining chip to the ones that craved you.

Something in the elder told him you were more aware of your situation than you should be. Perhaps it was merely conjecture on his part. Perhaps there was still a deeper truth you refused to reveal. Whatever the case may be, he was keen to keep you content with your surroundings and mostly at peace if possible.

You were a limited commodity that he was not keen to lose.

"I'm tired of resting."

"That is likely a good sign. Was there something you needed to discuss?"

"Not any more."

Your clipped responses and lack of enthusiasm was jarring to the elder and he quickly realized that lapse in their behavior was the likely cause. He wasn't about to let his efforts and the efforts of his kin be uprooted for something so simple. He would just have to explain to you what they had been doing and hope that you would relax around them again.

"Little One, I'm going to guess you happened to hear part of our little enclave discussion and it was rather unsettling for you. The language of the dead often unsettles others, as it is a tongue rarely spoken among the living."

"..."

"We were actually discussing you and Young Grim."

"What about us?"

"The fact that the both of you have unique and unusual qualities others do not. Young Grim can speak and walk upright. This is not common in Hellcats, nor has it been seen in any Hellcats prior. He is young, yet he is already capable of more than others of his kind. This..." he seemed to be searching for the right words, "sentience that he has shown is far above the baseline behavior of Hellcats. We wonder if it is a natural occurrence or if something altered him to make him this way."

"Meaning..?"

"Meaning he is much like yourself; an anomaly."

You frowned at this, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms. It was more than apparent that you took some level of offence to the use of the word 'anomaly' in reference to yourself and your kit.

"And what makes me such an 'anomaly' in your eyes?"

"I don't mean it offensively. I mean it simply as you are different from the Humans I lived among. The Humans that lived on the Isle of Woe showed some blot absorption, but nowhere near the same level as your own abilities. Even beyond just the interactions with blot, your recent walking dream with Mor'du has brought up many a question for all of us. You have seen a beast others can scarcely imagine, all without never actually seeing him, only his offspring. Young Anastasi believes that you have a connection to the Ursus Major and that it should be explored. I do not think the vague possibility of a connection warrants putting you in dangerous situations, let alone putting you anywhere near the beast."

"... What if I want to see him?"

This question caused an immediate reaction from the elder Shinigami and the Dragon hovering over your shoulder. Even Malleus knew of the beast you discussed, having been warned against bothering the dangerous creature by his own grandmother and ancestor. It was not a creature to idly pay a visit or even consider approaching.

"No, (Y/n). That beast will kill you. Any of the Ursus- Minor or Major- would kill you in moments."

"Odd, I wasn't asking your thoughts on the matter."

"I don't care if you were asking me or not, I know for a fact such a creature only craves destruction and violence. Whatever this newfound connection you have with the beast may be, I refuse to let you enter the den of such a danger on a simple whim. If you died-"

Malleus actually cut off with a hitched sound to his tone. There was a raw agony that overtook the Dragon from even considering the possibility of you dying. It was incomprehensible to him, and it hurt his heart more than he believed possible just to consider.

"I can't let that happen."

"I'm not asking you to let it happen. I'm telling you I want to know more. I want to see the beast with my own eyes. I want to see what memories come forth when I absorb his blot."

This caught the attention of the others more than your prior words had. You had been rather reserved when talking about your experiences when you absorbed the blot of Alistair and Vil. They were not your memories to share and you had been hesitant to tell anyone about your experience because these memories belonged to someone else.

"You mentioned the memories you saw of Young Vil and Young Alistair... Do you truly think those memories were tied to blot?"

"The memories I saw were not happy memories. They were all traumatic and upsetting. Vil and his mother, Alistair finding his father dead in the gardens... All of them were memories of pain that likely influenced the amount of accumulated blot inside of them. Blot seems to be an overwhelming outpouring of pain and trauma. Things that leave lasting scars on the hearts and minds of those affected. That bear- Mor'du- was covered in blot. I want to know what painful memories caused it."

"That... makes quite a lot of sense. If you absorbed the blot, it could be the key to understanding how he came to be, and how to undo his reign of terror. But getting that blot and the inherent danger blot presents involves its own issues and potential danger to you and others nearby. If he wakes, Sage Island needs to be evacuated. He last awoke forty years ago and he only wakes ever century or so, but that doesn't mean outside influence will not wake him again."

The elder sighed, clearly taking in this interest of yours and the potential for new information into mind. He may be strong, but strength alone was not what allowed him to survive so long where many of his descendants and kin had died. Information and knowledge was power, especially when you were more than several millennia old.

"Something to consider later. For now, please do what you can to avoid the beast, Little One. There are too many variables at play and risking your wellbeing is not worth whatever information that stands to be gained."

You let out a soft noise of discontent, akin to a snorting sound in the back of your throat. For now, you would hold yourself back from seeking out the beast. Though it hurt to admit, there was little chance you would be able to put up much of a fight if the bear woke while you were nearby. That didn't mean you had to like it.

"... Fine. But I won't sit idly by forever."

[magical-regical]

Night Blooming Flowers

A Leona Kingscholar x f!yuu fic

Word count: 1273

(ok I know I usually do gn!yuu but this one's for me especially, capiche?)

The incident at Styx didn't leave many people unscathed and even though the majority of those involved made a full recovery, a certain prefect wasn't so lucky.

She didn't realize it until it was over. She just saw Grim being flung off of Ortho's shoulder and Vil trying desperately to grab him while also holding on to Idia. Her body moved before her mind and she barely had time to shout at Rook to keep her afloat before her body was free-falling through the air, one arm outstretched to grab the direbeast's paw.

She remembered holding Grim against her chest and the sudden change in momentum knocking the wind out of her chest. She remembered solid ground beneath her feet, people talking, getting on to a plane, and the sound of someone wailing until they touched down in the NRC sports field. It wasn't until Deuce shouted,

"Yuu, your face!"

that got her body out of auto-pilot. She moved to lift her right arm to touch her face when she realized she'd lost all feeling in said arm.

There was nothing to be done. Lilia surmised that because she had absolutely zero magic in her there wasn't anything stopping the underworld from directly draining the life from her cells and no room for magic to restore it either.

Now she's lying there in her room for the n-th sleepless night, her entire right forearm replaced by a styx-made prosthetic. The amputation procedure was unbelievably quick and painless and the top-of-the-line prosthetic that responded to her brain's signals just as well as her real arm would made the rehabilitation period practically negligible. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was on her head, literally. The underworld had killed off some of the cells in her face and hair. The doctors were able to prevent the cells from going necrotic but you could still tell where they were from the white tips of hair and patches of skin on her face.

After tossing and turning for who knows how long she gave up and got out of bed. Not wanting to wake Grim who was snoring peacefully on his side of the bed, she left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

She walked with no particular destination until she reached the botanical gardens, which had been perfectly restored in record time thanks to the diligent efforts of the Shrouds. She was making her way through the temperate zone of the garden towards the subtropical zone where most of the night-blooming flowers grew when she stepped on a strange branch.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

She jumped like a cat seeing a cucumber. Leona's tail retreated towards him as he sat up, letting out a yawn,

"What are you even doing here at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Leona growled, "I was sleeping, obviously. Until I was so rudely woken up."

"Well pardon me your highness." She said while rolling her eyes, "Please forgive this peasant's transgression and go back to your peaceful slumber."

She turned to walk away when Leona called out to them. When she turned around the lion was on his feet, his face a mixture of annoyance and something else she couldn't make out in the dark.

"You never answered my question."

"I couldn't sleep." she sighed, "and there are flowers in here that only bloom at night."

She tried not to stare as Leona approached her. Bathed in the moonlight like this, she was reminded that the lazy lion she has a crush on was actually a prince. A part of her wanted to run away but her feet stayed rooted in place, all she could do was try not to make eye contact until he was stood right in front of her.

She didn't see the way his eyes drifted to her forearm nor the pained expression that clouded his face for a split second.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No. It did the first few days but not anymore. It's like I never lost it really. These on the other hand..." Her hand reached up to touch one of the white patches on her skin.

"I mean they don't hurt but... they look kind of grisly don't they?" She said while letting out a dry chuckle.

A silence fell between the two of them. Neither one really knew what to do. Leona was the first to speak up,

"Ipomoea alba"

She looked up at him in confusion. Leona just kept going as he started to walk, leading her towards the subtropical zone.

"Agave amica, Zaluzianskya ovata, Gardenia jasminoides. You don't even know the names of the flowers you're going to see?" his tone was playful but not mocking.

He explained how most night-blooming flowers are white because they don't 'waste' resources to color their petals instead, their only goal is to reflect the light of the moon.

"Where are you going with this?" she asked.

They stopped in front of one of the blooming gardenia bushes. Leona let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face them again, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're like those flowers. You didn't waste any of your resources and had one goal, to save that weasel. These marks—" his hand reached out, hovering just above her cheek, "—are just proof that you succeeded."

Every word he said was steeped in his unshakeable confidence. As if the patches on her cheeks couldn't possibly stand for anything else. Maybe it was that confidence that made her grab his hand and press it against her face.

"Thanks, Leona." she muttered, closing her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." He gently tapped a finger against her cheek, making her open her eyes again, "I want to kiss you. May I?"

He could feel her blush through his gloves. She gave him a shy nod but that wasn't enough to satisfy the lion prince,

"No. I need to hear you say it."

Of course he did. She was currently face to face with one of the princes of the Sunset Savannah and if she couldn't hold her ground, she would surely be devoured. So she swallowed her embarrassment and, for the first time that night, looked him straight in the eye,

"You may, Leona Kingscholar."

He smiled, "That's my girl."

Then he closed the gap between them. The kiss was filled with feelings that no longer needed to be spoken out loud. When they broke away Leona kept his forehead pressed against hers, one of his hands tangling itself in her hair.

"I love you." she said, her gaze once again filled with that spark that had the audacity to twist his arm into helping her with her plan lest she made a racket in front of his room for the rest of the year.

He couldn't help but laugh, a deep, warm laugh that echoed through the empty garden.

"Took you long enough." He said, pressing another kiss on to her cheek.

"Stay at Savanaclaw with me tonight?" he mumbled.

"I'd love to but I can't. Grim would freak out if I just disappeared like that."

"Damn weasel..." he growled, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Fine."

But despite saying that, he didn't let go of her. Instead, he picked her up and took her back to his usual nap spot before getting comfortable on her chest.

"Leona, I said—"

"I heard what you said." He huffed, "You'll be back in Ramshackle before the sun rises, I promise. For now just, stay here with me. Okay?"

She sighed, using her left hand to stroke his ears while the other one rested on the small of his back, "Alright."

A/N

Surprise! You thought you were reading a normal fluffy fic but it is actually! Thinly veiled OC lore! Now you are forced to look at my yuusona!

Pre-book 6 (L) and post-book 6 (R)

Her name's Oyuki McGuffin. She's 18 y/o and would like a nap.

Current concern: Does a potion count as soup?

Ok that's all I wanted to say. Thank you have a nice day.

[bumpen-underbeds]

So I love a good hybrid story and have been plagued by an idea... So here's my rambling.

Living in a mixed town, hybrids and humans all together barely managing to live next to or with each other, and you're brand new, fresh as fresh can be. Living in a house you can barely afford to rent, with a job you want to love, but the clients and even your coworkers are driving you up the wall and almost over the edge with how they act, the only saving grace being the kind young man who lives next door.

A beautiful fox hybrid, the whole nine yards of a man that should not be single, soft ginger hair and wiry ears that flick every which way whenever he is out and about, and a plush tail that is likely more oiled, brushed, and conditioned than anything you'd ever seen. He was beyond just stunning; he was kind, and his home looked so comfortable and cosy, with how it almost seemed to mimic one of those semi-underground eco-homes, almost like a hobbit home.

Only as winter sets in and your heating begins to fail do you end up closer than expected, shivering under your coat as the temperature drops more and more as evening turns to night. Dragging yourself to the front door and fingers going slightly numb as you fumble with the keys, sighing heavily as the lock sticks from how cold the metal is, turning and slumping against the chilled wood you wave at your neighbour as he stands by his own door, tilting your head at him as he waves you over.

Shrugging and heading out of your yard and onto his property, the only thing that passes through your mind is 'what could go wrong', letting out a happy sigh as he ushers you inside, his home warm and surprisingly filled with trinkets. Shelves and cabinets overflow with candles, blankets, shiny rocks, small plants and pillows that cover almost every colour possible.

Letting him take your coat and settling onto the soft couch, all you can do is sigh and rub warmth back into your fingers as he closes the front door, smiling at him as he cosies up to you wrapping his tail around your waist and throwing a blanket over your lap before puttering off to make you a warm drink. When he comes back, he is once again close to your side, handing you the drink and letting his fingers linger as he passes the cup, smiling at you as he watches you sip away at the drink.

Blissfully unaware of the reason behind this kindness, never having looked into foxes or fox hybrids, just happily sharing space and this warmth with him as he settles into your side, almost guarding you in a way.

How strange it was as your eyes fluttered and you yawned, mumbling about having to go home as you slowly nodded off, sleep coming easily as your friendly fox hybrid neighbour nuzzles into your shoulder smiling happily as he knows that he has secured his mate for this year's mating period, maybe even more mating seasons if you take to him as well as he had to you...

[xuchiya]

accidentally have 8 pets || ateez || chapter 7

| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: sannie the cutie snake.

back to masterlist || chapter 8

Six months had passed, and with them, the pain of recovery. My sprained ankle was fully healed, and I was back to my usual routine at the bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread and warm pastries filled my days, grounding me in a comforting sense of normalcy. Mornings started early, with the rich aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filling the air as I kneaded dough for cinnamon rolls. The soft, pillowy texture beneath my fingers was familiar, almost therapeutic. As they baked, the golden swirls darkened at the edges, the sugar caramelizing into a perfect glaze. Drizzling them with warm icing was the final touch, the scent alone enough to make anyone's mouth water. Yet, beneath the surface, an unshakable anticipation lingered—something I couldn’t quite place.

The door chimed again, and a woman stepped in with a warm smile, walking up to the counter. “One cinnamon roll with glazed donuts and one matcha, please,” she said, her tone gentle as she scanned the pastries behind the glass.

I keyed in the order and smiled politely. “That’ll be $5.47, ma’am. Is this for takeout?”

She nodded, digging into her purse for her wallet. As she fumbled with the bills, a small breeze from the open door sent a few of them fluttering to the floor.

“Oh—oh no,” she gasped, reaching for them quickly.

But before she could bend down, Yunho had already trotted forward from behind the counter. With a soft woof, he carefully picked up one of the stray bills in his mouth, tail wagging proudly. The woman froze in surprise, then let out a delighted laugh as Yunho padded over and gently offered her the crumpled bill.

“Oh my goodness—what a gentleman!” she cooed, taking the bill from his mouth and giving his head a fond scratch. “You’ve got yourself a very well-trained boy.”

I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I looked at Yunho, who sat tall, chest puffed, clearly proud of himself. “He likes to help out where he can,” I said softly, my eyes crinkling with fondness. “Thank you, Yunho.”

The woman returned to the counter and set down the rest of her payment, but instead of collecting her change, she slipped the coins into the tip jar with a quiet clink.

“For his treats,” she said with a warm smile. My eyes widened, hands waver— uncertain in the still air, “Oh, no, that’s really kind but you don’t have to—”

She waved her hand playfully, silencing me with a look that held a mixture of nostalgia and quiet sorrow. Her gaze returned to Yunho, lingering on him with a softness I recognized all too well from a fur parent.

“If this is the sign that I have to move one, then I think it’s time I moved on from my pup,” she whispered, her voice thick with memory. She reached out once more, brushing her hand through Yunho’s fur. “Give him all the treats he deserves, alright?”

I watched her walk out the door, a soft weight pressing against my chest. Yunho nuzzled my side gently, his warmth grounding me, “I will,” I whispered, placing a hand over his head. “I promise.”

The golden afternoon light streamed through the bakery windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden counters. The rich aroma of cinnamon and vanilla lingered in the air as I carefully crafted a pup cup, layering whipped cream into a small dish before topping it with a sprinkle of crushed biscuits. At the back, Yunho lay on his makeshift bed as he rested after a long hour of guarding the cafe. 

I place the pup cup in front of him. Ruffling his fur, I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before stepping away. "Good job today, babe!" I praised, my voice filled with warmth. Unbeknownst to me, his tail wagged proudly, a silent but clear acknowledgment of my words. The comforting aroma of baked goods still lingered from the morning rush, now fading into a hushed stillness. That peace was briefly interrupted by the soft jingle of the bell above the bakery door.

I looked up and saw a familiar face—Douyin’s old college friend, Johnny—stepping into the bakery with a bright smile and an envelope in hand. The corners of the envelope were slightly crinkled, like he’d held it too tightly during his walk over.

“Hey, long time no see,” he greeted with a casual wave, his voice easy and familiar.

“Johnny! Oh my gosh. Hi!” I grinned, leaning on the counter. He returned the smile, lifting the envelope slightly.

“I tried contacting Douyinie, but he said he’s stuck at the office. Told me to hand this to you instead,” Johnny said, stepping closer. I took the envelope, glancing at the elegant calligraphy on its surface. My eyes widened. “Wait—is this your sister?” I asked, already piecing it together.

He chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with brotherly pride. “Yup. She’s turning eighteen this weekend.”

My mouth opened in surprise, then curved into a smile. “She’s all grown up? Already?” I brushed my thumb over the gold-embossed lettering, my heart warming at the thought. “Of course we’ll come. I wanna see her all grown up—like, actually a young woman now.”

Johnny nodded gratefully, his tone softening. “We’d love to have you both there. She still talks about you sometimes, you know. Said you always made her feel like one of the ‘cool girls.’”

That made me laugh. Stella—Johnny’s little sister—was our first customer when I opened the café. She’s also the reason Johnny and Douyin reunited. Stella’s always been a huge supporter of my business, even though her parents expect her to follow the family’s surgeon legacy, being a pastry chef has always been her number one dream.

“Stop, I’m gonna cry,” I said, voice thick with emotion. Johnny chuckled. “She’s been quite rebellious lately, wanting to follow her dreams instead of the family legacy.”

My mouth fell open in disbelief. “She’s taking pastry classes?”

He nodded. “I’m the one paying her tuition so she can keep chasing her dream.”

“Such a big brother.”

He shrugged. “Things we do for them.” I nodded, agreeing with him. Despite the years of struggle, I was the one who had paid for Douyin’s tuition. Seeing him up on stage, graduating and achieving the dream he’d always wanted, was a proud moment for me.

All the sacrifices and tears had finally paid off.

We had a small conversation, even asking for what coffee he wanted (of course in the house) but he declined gently saying he has to pick up Stella in cram school. As I waved at him goodbye, I held the envelope in my hands, something about it tugged at me—an energy I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was just nostalgia, or the sentimentality of watching someone grow up. But deep down, as the gold ink shimmered in the light, a subtle unease curled at the edges of my thoughts. Like a whisper brushing against my consciousness.

This wasn’t going to be just another birthday party.

The afternoon sun was gentle when we arrived at the small, warm-lit house tucked between two blooming cherry blossom trees. The scent of something sweet lingered in the air—fresh flowers maybe, or anticipation. In my hands, I held a modest cake. Not from a store, not from a famous bakery, but something I had poured myself into. A homemade cake, wrapped in pastel ribbon and a flavor that Stella loves—Caramel.

Douyin and I made our way to the grand hall, both of us dressed in a mix of casual and formal attire. Douyin adjusted his collar, which seemed a little too tight for him. "I told you to buy a new one," I remarked. 

He shot me a side-eye before scoffing, "And who's paying for that? I have a job." I rolled my eyes and tightened my grip on the cake I was carrying. 

"Exactly, you have a good-paying job, and yet here you are wearing the same outfit. Can't you at least treat yourself a little?" He just shook his head in response, “Come on. The party is about to start.” Douyin guides us both around the pasio where the party is being held at the backyard. As we rounded, we met Johnny halfway— his eyes lit up in surprise.

“Douyin!” 

“Johnny!” Both of them pull each other in a tight quick hug, both patting their backs; their smiles were wide enough to tell that they have missed each other. I chuckle, waving whilst still having my hands full because of the cake.

“Hey there … Wait, is that caramel cake?” Johnny looked at the cake, then at me, a surprised smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really went out for her.”

I nodded shyly. “Of course I have to, she’s like my little sister too.” He reached over to carry it inside, muttering a soft thank you before disappearing into the house. 

Stella has always been the rebellious type whenever she sets her mind into doing things and people interrupt or intervene. When she found out that her brother’s best friend has a sister that also bakes, she didn’t waste time to find me and ask for any classes or if I hold classes for baking— for sure there was a small debate before she cried about wanting to become a pastry chef rather than following the legacy.

Despite not wanting to have a bad name towards their family, if it’s passion, no one should kill or doubt that one thing that keeps us alive. So with small courage, I gave her a list of online classes and schools that provide short courses. 

It was as if light showed in her eyes and ever since then.

The celebration was already alive—laughter, chatter, the clinking of juice glasses. Warm fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, giving the room a golden glow. I stood quietly near the entrance of the pasio, holding on a glass of champagne as Douyin spoke with his old classmates, letting the mood settle into my bones.

But just as Johnny called for everyone’s attention for the gift-giving portion of the evening, something strange happened. The air around me shifted. Slowed. My heart lurched in my chest.

Almost dropping the champagne glass but managing to steady myself as I hold onto the wooden pole. Everything around me blurred into the distance—and I felt as if I had been pulled, lifted, and dragged out of my body. Like my soul had been snatched and flung into another space entirely.

I wasn’t here anymore.

I was standing somewhere else—still this room, but not in the present. My vision had turned translucent, ghostly. And in the far end, standing just behind the stack of wrapped presents, I saw him.

San.

His profile was sharp, and though the edges of him flickered like an old film reel, the energy was unmistakable. He wasn’t looking at me, but I felt him.

Suddenly—snap—I was pulled back into my body. In a dizzying rush, my breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled slightly. A warm hand rested on the small of my back as I gripped their forearm tightly, my other hand holding the glass much too tightly.

“You okay?” Douyin whispered beside me. He took notice of her near the door, it was like she had seen a ghost— pale and shivering— before it returned in just a flash. He had to excuse himself as soon as he saw her stumbling backwards. He knew that she had seen something. Felt it, maybe. His brows knit together in concern. “You looked… gone for a second.”

I didn’t respond right away. My hand instinctively curled around my wrist. The symbol of Ateez. It was slowly forming new strokes each time I met those boys in their forms and besides that fact— it also shows that I am near meeting them. Each mark on my skin means—a sign, a connection

As I took in the symbol, there was a new stroke. A fresh, bold line added to the symbol. Not random, not meaningless. It shimmered slightly, catching the reflection of the fairy lights. 

San and Jongho were the last missing pieces. I was so close. I stared at it, heartbeat pounding louder than the party music in the background. “It changed. The person I saw—that wasn’t a memory. That was now. That was real.”

Unable to stand idle, I drifted through the party, my feet moving on instinct as my eyes swept every corner with desperate hope. The laughter and music faded into a dull hum as I made my rounds—pausing by the cluster of visitors speaking to one another, hovering silently near the lounging friends of Stella. I wasn’t sure what I was searching for exactly, only that I’d know when I saw it.

Douyin noticed. With a sigh weighed down by worry, he reached out and caught my wrist, his touch grounding me for a moment.

“I know what you’re doing,” he murmured, a trace of exasperation softening the corners of his voice. “You can’t force this.”

“But I’m so close,” I whispered back, my eyes meeting him, wild with something between hope and confusion. The wind blew softly through the open terrace door behind us, catching my hair and sending it flying behind my shoulders like a silk banner. My fingers tightened protectively around the mark etched on my wrist—the symbol that had recently grown another stroke.

His expression shifted, tension easing just slightly, as if he could see the longing radiating from me. But before he could speak again, the atmosphere in the room shifted—subtle at first, like a ripple under still water.

A quiet stir of voices turned heads toward the entrance.

“She wouldn’t like it,” someone murmured, barely above a whisper. “The birthday gift.”

Douyin and I both stared at one another, hoping what we had in our minds were similar. We moved closer to where the voices were and to our surprise, it was the staffs. A few staff members were whispering and one of them was holding a small crate. Disapproval prickled in the air. 

When one of them moved, Douyin was quick enough to pull me to the side as we watched the staff member, who looked pale with confusion, approach Stella.

“You could have just got rid of it,” another voice said, colder. “Take it to a shelter or something. That’s a snake we're talking about!” They whispered yell. I didn’t know why, but my entire body froze. The words echoed in my ears like a warning, a pull from something unseen. Then—flash. A flicker of light crossed my vision, like a spark skipping across the surface of water. My heart lurched.

Stella was happy to notice another gift in her hand, thanking the staff and her friends before they encouraged her to open. When she did, it was like a quick snap of the fingers, her emotion from being joy turned into a terrified one.

She screams, throwing the crate away from her as her friends and family all scramble away. Some were also screaming and some were gasping— Johnny running toward Stella, placing a guard arm around her back as she trembled in his arms.

As the crate was thrown on the ground, the contents of it slither outside. Everyone present all gasp and started running away from the scene. “Get that thing away from my sister. Now!” The same staff who gave Stella the gift, tried its best to grab it but fear gets the best of them.

The animal is coiled in a loose, uncertain spiral, and is a black corn snake. His scales shimmered like onyx beneath the muted lights, catching glimmers of silver and midnight blue. He was the same arm size as mine, his tongue flickering nervously in the air.

His size could be mistaken as a black mamba but to my eyes, he wasn’t near those dangerous species. He was just a soft corn snake. But his eyes… they weren’t afraid. No, when they met mine—round, dark, curious—they seemed to recognize me.

It wasn’t fur and ears I usually found. The moment stretched into eternity. Something different stirred within me, something quiet and sure and aching. Not in the form I remembered, but in essence. Undeniable.

That was him. That is San.

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Ch. 36

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Broken hearts healing - ❤️‍🩹 loading up… GUYS!! Are we finally getting through all this tension?? How are we feeling?

Remy’s POV

I stretched out in bed, feeling around with my left arm, noticing the empty space beside me. I turn over, and reach for my phone.

11 am.

I stand up with my usual morning yawn, walking out to my living area, expecting to see Billie eating out my pantry. Instead, a sloppily written note on my fridge from her, letting me know to call.

I dial her as I make my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.

No answer.

I call her again, but again, get her voice mail instead. I decide to leave a text message, and get on with my morning.

Three hours later, after checking messages twenty times, I decide to call again. Still no answer.

After packing almost everything I own for Australia, eating lunch, and calling her for the fifth time today, a weird feeling in my stomach developed. It wasn’t like Billie to not at least text back.

I threw on some jeans and a long sleeve striped top, grabbed my keys, tied on my converse, and headed over to her house.

At her door, I rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

I attempted the code to unlock the door, failing twice, but finally, successfully unlocking the door. The code was my birthday.

0228

I walked in, searching the entire first floor, immediately drawn to the mess in the kitchen. It looked like the blender had been used, and left untouched, still half full with a green smoothie. There were breadcrumbs on a cutting board, and a knife with peanut butter on it.

The silence in the home was starting to freak me out. There’s usually some sort of music playing in the background, even if it’s very low.

Suddenly, the sound of claws on hardwood floor turned the corner, scaring me half to death. Shark and Brutus immediately jumped up at me, desperate for attention.

I need to stop watching so many true crime shows.

“Fuck—” I blew out a puff of terrified air. “Hi, babies! You scared me.” I got on my knees, letting them lick my face.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked them, standing back up and walking towards the stairs. The pups follow me, panting up the stairs and wagging their tails.

I open her door, “Billie?” I whisper. As I look around, I notice empty hangers lying on the floor, and her bedding messily draped over the side. I turned the corner, seeing the bathroom is just as messy as the kitchen, and walk through to her giant closet. More empty hangers piled on the floor, and an empty section to go along.

“That’s weird...” I thought, out loud.

I walk out of her bathroom, immediately noticing her broken phone on her floor. Examining it in my hands, I realize the cause for my unanswered calls was a cracked screen that will no longer power on.

Now, I know something serious happened.

“Billie…” The dogs ran down the hallway towards a second bedroom. “Billie?” I picked up the pace, walking toward the closed door, where the dogs patiently sat in front of.

I open it, my heart beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat. “Billie?”

The bed was unmade, but the room was otherwise clean. My eyes were drawn to the curtains waving with each gust of wind, coming from the open balcony doors. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I gripped onto the doorknob, refusing to let go until further notice.

“Remy?” Billie’s voice alleviated my worries, instantly allowing me to exhale the air I was holding in my lungs.

I poked my head through, finding her sat on an outdoor, rattan chaise, wrapped in a blanket.

“You bitch. You had me walking around here like a damn ghost buster.” I murmured, walking through the curtains into the balcony. “What happened?”

She looked up momentarily, “Sorry, Rem. I didn’t hear you. I broke my phone. Sorry if you called.” She answered, not fully present.

I sat next to her, by her feet. “Yeah, I saw that… Did something happen between you and Ellie?” The empty hangers, the empty space in the closet, the broken phone… it all clicked.

“We broke up. She left today.” She said, her voice monotone.

“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Are you okay?” I ask, knowing she isn’t. I put a hand on her leg, watching her bland expression.

“Yeah…” She said, softly. “It just sucks. The way it happened.” She cleared her throat.

“It looks like it was pretty intense…” I say, referring to the mess inside.

She sighed deeply, looking at me with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. “She just- The distance was gonna be too much.”

“That’s why you broke your phone?” I lifted a brow, knowing there was more to the story.

She nodded, looking distanced.

“She just up and left? Packed her things and left the place trashed?”

“She didn’t mean to leave it trashed. They’re just hangers.” She shrugged.

“I mean, it just looks like you guys got in a huge fight.”

“Remy, just let it be. Nothing happened, we just broke up.”

She looked and sounded annoyed. I didn’t want to keep pushing, but I knew something was terribly wrong. Her usually blue eyes looked gray in hue and lifeless.

“Did she hurt you?”

“No!”

“You’ve been crying.” I tilted my head, softening my voice.

“I’m- I’ll be okay. I just wanted it to work so badly.”

“Billie, you know I’m gonna bug you until you tell me what really happened.”

“I know you are. But that’s all it was.”

I shook my head, “You’re lying.”

She said nothing, just looked at me and let out a long sigh, “We left off on a good note… It just sucks.” She shrugged.

I watched her bring a hand to her hair and fix her front layers.

She opened up her arms to me and I obliged, scooting up towards her, and laying beside her on the large lounge chaise.

“I’m here when you wanna talk about it.” I said, only silence coming from her end.

We stayed like this for a while, listening to the cool breeze shake the leaves on the trees in her yard. I could feel something deeper than she was letting on. It always felt that way.

*************

Inside, I helped her pick up the mess on the floor, starting with the hangers, working our way to the bathroom, sorting out her toiletries and organizing cabinets. Billie stared at the empty space in her closet before sighing and closing the door behind her.

I pushed my head, quickly, back into the bathroom cabinet to give her some space, so she didn’t know I was watching.

“You don’t have to finish that. I can get to it later.” She squatted down next to me, looking inside.

“I’m almost done, no biggie.” I smiled, noticing her eyes looked tired and her complexion drained.

She sighed, squatting over the cold, bathroom tile. She gave me a half-way side smile, barely showing off her dimples.

“Did you eat?” I pulled my head out of the cabinet, looking in her eyes. She cut our eye contact immediately, stammering slow enough for me to know she forgot to eat. “Let’s go get some food, I’m hungry,” I lied, knowing she wouldn’t want me to make a big deal if she admitted she hadn’t eaten all day. Besides, she needs to get out of the house. Looking at the emptier space around her must be daunting.

She wanted to act like she was fine, like the breakup was no big deal.

She nods, “What are you feeling?”

I list about 5 of her favorite places to eat at, hoping she’ll choose.

“Which one do you wanna eat at?” She asked.

I pick the one her eyes lit up at the sound of, and she nods, smiling for me, a real smile this time.

*************

Quieter than usual, Billie and I sat across from each other at her favorite restaurant. Not even the usual jokes or loud giggles coming from our table, and even her favorite meal didn’t make her expression any less dull.

“We’re gonna have SO much fun in Australia.” I tapped her foot with mine under the table.

She nodded, before taking a bite of her food. “Yeah.”

“Ooh! We’re gonna go to the beach, tan, go thrifting…”

My attempts to cheer her up didn’t quite work the way I wanted them to. I stand up and join her side of the booth, sitting right beside her.

“Can I try?” I grab my fork and grab a bite off her plate. She nods. “Wanna try mine?” I look at her.

“Sure.” She forces a smile. I grab her fork and fix her the best bite. “Thanks.” She opens her mouth and I feed it to her.

“That was hot.” I joke, hoping to make her laugh.

She stifles a laugh, shaking her head at my lame attempts to get a single ounce of joy out of her.

“Mommy vibes, am I right?” I fix her another bite of my plate, holding it in front of her face.

“Dude,” She laughs, taking the fork from me and taking the bite. “What’s wrong with you.”

I lean back in the seat, “You’re all sad, it makes me sad. I worry about you.” I say, in a stupid Russian accent.

She laughs, “I’m fine, I told you, dumbass!”

”Okay, okay.” I laugh, standing up to go back to my side of the table.

“Aht aht!” She grabs my hand before I reach my seat, “I didn’t say you could get up.” She pulls me back toward her, my body flinging back and my foot getting caught behind the table leg. I let out a small yelp.

She gasps, grabbing my waist, tight, before I fall, scooping me in again. I let myself lean into the strong force, sinking back into the booth.

There is no harm done, just our two faces, millimeters apart, sharing the same relieved breath.

She looks into my eyes as I let the scared blood pump down my heart, back into my veins. I begin to laugh softly, forgetting that everyone in the restaurant was probably staring now. For some reason the tunnel vision set in and my cheeks grew hot. Perhaps from embarrassment.

Her eyes blinked rapidly and her gaze swept away towards my former booth, across from her. Her face became red. So red, that even under the dim restaurant lighting, I could tell it was at least 3 shades darker.

“It’s okay! I’m okay.” I laughed, fixing my hair back into its claw clip.

“My bad.” She scooted away, toward the wall, clearing her throat.

Our hands overlap when I reach for her, the slightest touch shocking us both with static friction. I continue to laugh as the waiter approaches our table, asking if I’m okay. My laugh became louder, nodding to reassure everyone around that we’re fine.

Billie began laughing, looking down at her plate, the situation catching up to her, quickly. Her infectious laughter grew, causing others around us to join in. My heart became full, hearing that wonderful sound, letting me know it would all be okay.

She looked at me, tears of laughter forming in her eyes, holding her stomach as I elbowed her ribcage softly.

I leaned my head on her shoulder as our laughs became sighs of contentment, slowly catching our breath in the middle of this upscale restaurant.

I periodically kept my eyes on her as I finished my food, loving the color brought back to her face. Her cheeks were rose-blush and her eyes were cyan blue under the soft lights.

“Wanna sleep over? You can help me pack for Australia…” She asked, a smile creeping into the corners of her lips, forming the subtlest dimples only I could see.

“I’d love that.” I hummed.

[ask-enchantingdelights]

Canela: "CAN I GET TWO SLOWPOKE TAIL RAMENS AT OVERHEAT LEVELS AND ONE AT EMBER."

The yell is met with a loud "OH KAY!". She excuses herself from the counter to go check on their stock of refreshments, just to make sure they have enough for the prepared dishes. She knew these new customers were going to feel it once her eyes started to water from the spices alone emanating from the kitchen. Once that was accounted for, she went around the store checking up with customers and cleaning up tables to keep herself preoccupied.

The time continued to pass, and after running out of chores to do she let herself lean back on the counter and let her mind wander for a moment.

Canela felt the feeling bubbling up and before she could stop herself, she had already planted herself in the middle of the store. Clearing her throat, she announces, "I apologize for the wait. If it pleases the room, I've got a little something that might help pass the time!.

The Frogadier lowers her head to her parent and grabs the order from them. Turning around with a smile towards the customers, she places each of the bowls in front of their respective buyers.

Canela: "If any of you need any water or want to buy a refreshment, just holler on over to me and I'll get you some. Now..."

( @chaosoffriendship @am-lonebraixen @ask-the-shiny-pokemons )

[mushroom-words]

Pest Control || WolfStar

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader x Sirius Black

Words: 1085

Notes: So I’m not too sure how I feel about this. It’s my first time actually writing this pairing, and I really wanna explore it more, but it’s been difficult for me to come up with any ideas. I just kind of wrote whatever came to me as I went. And I know the formatting is off, I’ll fix it when I get on my computer.

Warnings: Dom/Sub elements. Pet names. Nothing explicit or adult.

Summary: Giving Sirius a flea bath is always interesting.

“SIRIUS, FOR THE love of Merlin—”

An aggravated sigh pushed past your lips as you kicked the door shut with your foot. You reached behind you to twist the lock into place, never taking your narrowed eyes from the large black dog raising his hackles at you. Pathetic grumbles flew towards you as he stood his ground.

You huffed and pushed your hair from your face. “Must we go through this every bloody time?” you complained, popping your hands onto your hips as you leveled him with a stern gaze, all traces of amusement wiped from your expression. “Maybe if you stopped tracking in fleas, we wouldn’t have to do this, would we?”

Sirius gave you a reproachful look as he grunted unhappily.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to discover a flea or two in your home. Between Sirius running around in his Animagus form and Remus shifting every full moon, you expected there to be a couple of the pests every now and then. You proactively treated the entire house once a month just to keep an infestation at bay. Remus was mindful to clean himself thoroughly whenever one was found just in case it had come from him. Sirius would much rather suffer with the incessant biting and itching in silence before submitting to a bath.

You never understood why he hated the flea baths so much or why he wouldn’t just take the appropriate measures to avoid needing one in the first place.

“You wanna wait for Rem to come home and take care of you himself?” You raised a brow, challenging the Animagus.

He whined, lowering himself onto his haunches.

“That’s what I thought. Now please get in the sodding bath, you mutt.”

Sirius grumbled at you but reluctantly jumped into the warm water. You rolled your eyes and kneeled beside the tub, deftly wetting his fur and lathering him in the flea shampoo. He continued to huff and whine even as you made sure to rub him down with a gentle massage, working the shampoo into his fur and picking out the parasites that emerged.

“I don’t know why you always have to make this so bloody difficult,” you muttered.

He whimpered at your words and turned to drag his wet tongue across your face. You jerked away from the touch with a breathless chuckle, shaking your head fondly at the apology in the movement.

“Okay, okay. Just stay still and let me finish, yeah?”

Sirius sat obediently as you rinsed off the shampoo, chuffing when you finally turned off the faucet and announced you were done. You reached over for the towel to help him get dry when he jumped to his feet and shook himself off. Water sprayed everywhere.

“Sirius!” You shielded your face from the droplets, not able to help your small giggle when he barked happily, his tail wagging. “Okay, fine. Dry yourself off then. Come out when you’re done,” you said.

Leaving the towel for him to use, you left the bathroom, knowing he would walk out on two legs in just a couple of moments. You picked at your wet clothes a bit unhappily but couldn’t find it in you to be too annoyed now that it was finally done.

The front door clicked open and shut from down the hall. A relieved sigh pushed past your lips as you moved to the foyer to greet your other boyfriend.

Remus smiled when he saw you and pulled you in for a sweet kiss that had you melting into him. He raised a brow as he looked over your wet clothes and mussed hair. “What’ve you been up to, dovey?”

“Siri had fleas.”

“Again?”

You hummed, closing your eyes to savor the feeling of his arms coming around you. His hand flattened against your spine to hold you to him, thumb caressing your skin over the back of your shirt.

Always one to know when to make an entrance, your boyfriend sauntered down the hall with the towel hanging around his hips. His hair was damp as it slung around his face. He smirked.

“Telling on me already, sweetheart?” he teased, pausing briefly to give Remus a chaste kiss above your head.

Remus hummed softly. “Did you give our sweet girl a hard time, Pads?”

“No more than usual,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You rolled your eyes at him but let him tug you closer to him. “Drew quite the attitude from her though.”

“Is that so?” Remus lifted a brow as he looked at you.

Heat immediately rushed to your face. “That doesn’t count!” you whined. “You were being mean!”

“Called me a mutt and everything,” Sirius continued, squeezing your side lightly.

“Wha— c’mon, that’s not fair! You were being ridiculous!” You turned your gaze to Remus, pleading with him silently.

His warm gaze studied you for a second, taking in your flushed expression and rounded eyes. He then flicked his eyes back up to Sirius. The two of them seemed to communicate with only their eyes. You shifted on your feet, fighting the urge to bring your thumbnail to your mouth.

Finally Remus smiled. “We’ll discuss it later,” he decided. “Let’s have some dinner first, yeah?”

“But—”

Your protest was cut off when Sirius grabbed your cheeks, fingers gently squeezing them together to pucker your lips. “Ah ah. You heard him, bunny,” he teased. “After dinner.”

A strangled whine crept up your throat. “Not fair,” you huffed, words slurred due to your cheeks still being pinched together. “Didn’t even do anything… Mean.”

Remus leveled you with a look that had your heart fluttering inside your chest. “Stop whining, dove. We’ll talk about it after we eat, okay?”

You deflated, body sagging against Sirius, whose chest vibrated lowly with his soft chuckle. “‘Kay,” you agreed quietly, knowing arguing right now wouldn’t turn out in your favor.

“Good. I love you.” He kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Love you.” He brushed past you after exchanging the same sentiment with your other boyfriend and wandered further into the hall, more than likely headed to dress into more comfortable clothes.

Sirius finally released you, turning you to face him. His thumb immediately found your bottom lip. “Poor bunny,” he mocked playfully.

You huffed at him. “Mean,” you repeated, lip pushing against his thumb in a pout.

He slanted his mouth over yours for a soft kiss. “Keep it up, sweetheart,” he said, eyes glimmering in entertainment, “and we’ll show you mean.”

[bellysoupset]

“oooh, my stomach…” and “awww, do you want a belly rub” for Jonah and Leo pls

"Note to self," Leo grumbled, annoyed, as he walked into their apartment, "too many blueberries are a bad idea."

"Baby, I think anything that you eat that much of would be a bad idea," Jonah teased, walking behind him and closing the door. Crouching down to pet JD as she immediately ran to them.

Leo let out a queasy scoff, walking to their living room pit and falling on the couch on his back. He squirmed as he undid his belt and his pants, bloated belly pushing out and a cramp running through him as his tummy suddenly had space, "Ow... Ow, fuck..." a sweet tasting burp fizzled out in the back of his throat, coating his tongue with the after taste of the many blueberry tart slices he had had at dinner.

"You see that, Jasmine Dean?" Jonah circled the couch, holding JD up to his face and pointing at Leo with his head, "that's what happens when your eyes are bigger than your belly. Let this be a lesson."

Their cat let out a meow, plating her front paws on Jon's chest, while Leo glared at his boyfriend.

"I'm dying and you're making fun of me," he groaned, squirming as another cramp squeezed his insides. His whole tummy was stretched tight and he couldn't stop bringing up these fizzled burps that didn't quite make it past his lips, but gurgled on his chest all the same. It didn't feel like dinner was digesting at all, his whole system overwhelmed with the sheer amount of dessert he had stuffed himself with.

"You're not dying, handsome," Jonah grinned, a big amused smile on, continuing to pet JD and move around, "I'll get you some antiacids."

"Uhmmmm," Leo moaned, loudly and dramatically, as he curled up around his queasy stomach. He was feeling nauseous and clammy, but not enough to actually be sick. Getting a relieving burp clearly wasn't on the table either and all he could do was cradle his upset tummy and wince around the gurgles rolling through it.

Another blueberry tasting burp came up, tickling his nose. An upset whine deep from his belly, a wet gurgle that caused him to gag and curl up-

"Here," Jonah had let go of JD and was now holding up a glass with fizzling water, the meds already dissolved, "two big gulps, baby."

Leo shook his head, squeezing his eyes and muffling a sickly little burp against his hand, "if I put anything else inside I'm gonna- Oourp, gonna be sick."

Jon let out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a fond manner, "aww... Do you want a belly rub?" he teased, planting the glass on their coffee table, then grabbing the belt loops of Leo's jeans, forcing him to be flat on his back. The movement caused the blonde's belly to let out another sick whine and Leo gulped down convulsively, leaning back his head.

"Gentle or I'll throw up," he warned, curling up his legs. Jonah was still smiling at him, in that same fond manner he smiled at JD when she chased her own tail for a full minute.

"I'm always gentle," he answered, rolling up Leo's shirt and planting a hand on his unsettled tummy. He pressed his fingers around his belly, searching for the tightest spots and Leo let out a groan as even the soft pressure was enough to push up a thick, sickening belch. A spark of relief followed.

"Uh... This helped a little," his cheeks were ablaze at how openly gross he was being, but Jonah only seemed endlessly amused.

"Of course it's helping, I'm an expert at giving you belly rubs," Jonah said haughtily, moving his hands around and pressing right under his belly button, causing Leo's tummy to gurgle and cramp.

"You're so humble too," Leo rolled his eyes, then a huge burp pushed past his lips and he was forced to give in that yeah, maybe Jonah was an expert at giving him belly rubs. Not that he was going to say that out loud.

[b0y---t0y]

The boy in the laundromat♡

teen!Gojo x Male reader

“I don't see why you have to bring us along”

“He's a scaredy cat”

“I am not!” Gojo yelled back defending himself, Shoko smirked, “Then you should be able to talk to him yourself.” Suguru joined in “You made us haul all this clothes here. Clean clothes.” Gojo pouted “We won't be here long enough if I’m the only one doing my laundry” “You don't even need to do your laundry Satoru. Why are you dragging us to a laundromat. I want to enjoy my summer”

“He’s got a little crush.” Shoko teased.

“Do not!” Gojo Defended

“Do to!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do NOT”

“Do to” Shoko said with Geto joining in

Gojo pouted feeling betrayed “Suguru wha-?!”

Geto shrugged and continued on with his laundry.

“A boring old laundromat…” Geto said unamused, he knew where they were going when Gojo burst into their dorms screaming at them to pack laundry baskets and when he told them halfway there. But he was still unamused and bored. “Does anyone even come here? This place looks dead. ” Shoko asked. Gojo’s face went red “Yes! People come here!”

“Like who?”

“W-well..Sometimes i see some elderly people come.”

“Well obviously it's a laundromat.”

Geto said walking past Gojo into the small building Shoko followed suit with Gojo following soon after.

“Hello..Welcome Sasaki coin laundry..We know it’s hot, but please do not sit in front of the AC. It's not producing a lot of air right now” An uninterested voice says, greeting the trio.

Gojo looked up, his mouth suddenly dry as he stared at him (Name) Sato. (Name) was everything Gojo loved. Beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, charming he was likes Gojos prince and he was the princess like a fairy tail. Even if Gojo didn't know him that well. Gojo let out a grunt, shoko hit his stomach with her shoulder “Stop staring and try moving your mouth.”

“Go talk to him” Suguru encouraged. The pair pushed him towards the boy at the counter. He looked down at (Name) flushed unsure of what to say until the boy looked up from his magazine and at him.

“Oh! Hello again.”

“You remember me?..”

“Yeah? You're the guy who spends way too much money to just wash his clothes but you always run off before I can give you your change”

Gojo flushed, the way you remembered him was enough to make him feel warm.

“So are you here to collect your money? Because unfortunately it's probably being spent right now.”

“Oh, no you can keep it..” He says awkwardly he couldn't believe he was actually talking to you

“I’m Satoru Gojo..”

“(Name) Sasaki”

He sighed internally he loved the way you said your last name. Suddenly he wanted it to.

Gojo hears laughing and turns to see Shoko and Geto trying to keep quiet laughing at his attempts to talk to you.

“Oh I see what's going on” You said spotting his friends laughing

“You do?!” Gojo asked surprised, he thought he wasn't being too obvious.

“Yeah, You guys are here to play a prank.”

“What? N-no we're just..”

“I already know the routine it's happened before. You guys send someone to the counter, but a few of you can't keep your giggles in and before I know it I’m doused in water or one of the washing machines is filled with bubbles and I’m left to clean it all up.”

He was worried now. You would hate him before you guys even got to your first date.

“No we're not..they're just laughing at nothing.”

“They were laughing at us.”

You were dead set on your assumption, he had to make you believe they were innocent or you would hate him for the rest of your life.

“No they weren't.”

“There's nothing else funny around here.”

“They're just idiots..We're not gonna prank you. I promise.”

He started at Gojo and a still snickering Shoko and Geto looking them up and down. But the look in Gojo’s eyes made you feel like he was telling the truth, so you sighed and looked up at him.

“Fine, but if I find a washing machine full of soap you're all banned. For life.”

Gojo straightened up “I hear you loud and clear.”

“So are you all washing..that looks like a lot of laundry…”

“Uh yeah..Y’know summer break can definitely get in the way”

You stared at him an eyebrow going up

“That's..definitely something. You and your friends can use those three over there”

Gojo smiled giddily

“Okay”

“If I see soap spilling out remember your all gonna be banned for life”

“Aye aye captain”

He slid a few yen over the counter to you and turned to go to the washing machine

The three huddled at the washing machines

“I knew you weren't gonna do it”

“Well you guys made him feel like we were gonna prank him”

“Watching you talk to him is like free entertainment. Get better at it and it won't be as funny”

“No, don't get better. I love watching you struggle”

“You're the worst”

Gojo glares and turns to the washing machine looking back at (name) and sighing. If he couldn't talk to him at least he could look at him, it was better than nothing.

The trio sat in the laundromat for an hour at most with Gojo trying to prolong their stay to look at (name) more. At this point his friends were bored and hoped he would come to his senses and decide to leave. The pair looked around and noticed the only other patrons were an elderly woman and her grandson who seemed to be talking (name)’s ear off at the counter and a group of teen boys huddled at a washing machine giggling.

“Satoru.” Suguru said pulling the blue eyed boy out of his trance

“Huh?”

“Look.” Shoko said, pointing at the group of boys.

“What are they doing?”

“Why don't you go check it out?”

“Why do I have to?”

“They look shady, they're probably doing something stupid and if you stop it your prince charming will be so grateful and fall in love with you” She snickers and makes fake kissing noises

“Shut up!”

She laughs at his embarrassment.

Gojo rolled his eyes and looked over at the group eyeing them suspiciously before deciding and he got up to walk over to the boys.

He appeared in between two of them placing his arms around their neck

“Hey fellas, what's going on over here?”

the group turned back at him, surprised.

He caught a glimpse of what they were doing before he was pushed back

“It's none of your damn business.”

“Who the hell are you”

He caught his footing and smiled at the group. “Sorry I confused you for someone else sorry”

The boys scowled at him and went back to what they were doing and Gojo walked back over to Geto and Shoko.

“They're planning to play a prank on (name)”

He revealed to his friends “What?” “They're filling the machine with soap and some weird green drink”

“Well go tell your prince charming”

“What?”

“Go tell him he's about to be pranked”

“Why me?”

“You can talk to him again and save the laundromat in the process possibly earning a date”

“Shoko be serious!” He flushed

“I am.”

“We don't think your boyfriend trusts us very much. It has to be you, Satoru. Go”

Geto turned him in the direction of the counter and Shoko pushed him forward, almost causing him to fall.

He walked over to you stiffly and nervously. You were interacting with a small kid. He mustered up all his courage and placed him arm on the counter sliding towards the pair

“Hello again”

“Hey”

“Need help with the washing machine?”

“No.”

“So you just wanna chat?”

“Uhm no..well yeah kinda. I think those guys over there are planning to play a prank”

“What? How are you so sure..?”

“I just saw a glimpse of them messing with the settings using a lot of soap and one of them holding a weird green drink” Gojo explains desperately hoping you’ll believe him.

“It's those guys?”

He smiles, “Yeah”

You sigh and move from the desk walking over to the group.

“Do you boys need help with the machine?”

The group seems to jump at your sudden appearance.

“Nah. We're good” One of the boys says dismissing you. “You haven't paid, and if you aren't get out”

They glared at you before one of the washing machines they were using beeped, the boys snickered and opened one a bunch of soap suds spilling out.

You groaned and opened the other one before the cycle could finish and a bunch of green stuff spilled out all of it getting in your clothes. They boys laughed and ran out of the store. Leaving you with a huge mess to clean up.

Gojo appeared by your side“Oh..sorry”

“It was going to happen anyway.”

“Still sucks”

“You're not wrong about that.”

You walk over to the counter and pull the mop and bucket to start cleaning up the green stuff.

“Do you want any help?”

“No. You and your friends should go. I gotta close the store to clean this up..”

“Oh. Okay”

He walked over to his friends a bit dejected he couldn't help how he planned to

“That didn't go as planned..”

“Yeah. He’s closing we kinda have to go”

“With pleasure If I have to stare at—whatever that is I might throw up” Geto said grabbing his clothes and basket without hesitation.

Shoko followed soon after with Gojo in tow.

He sighed again as they walked out.

“You’ll get him next time” Shoko encouraged

“Gojo!” He turned at the sound of your voice

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” You called and his breath hitched. He smiled wide and answered.

“Yeah.”

“Next Friday?”

“Yeah..”

I'm finally finished THANK GOD! I wanted to contribute to the male reader x gojo community. I know it's shit and I'm sorry but I have EOC's next week and so many projects. But I wanted to get this out I hope a few people enjoy it.