#mild hybrids

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere dragon x knight reader

Warning!!!: mild smut capturing

Just a twist on the yandere knight x dragon reader my single pringles~💜

Yandere dragon~ Who's the most feared dragon in all the land and has destroyed many Kingdoms with his wrath.

Yandere dragon~ Who, like any other dragon, collected precious and beautiful things and kingdoms would normally offer treasures in return for mercy and that's exactly what your kingdom did.

Yandere dragon~ Who soon got bored and displeased with the treasures offered and decided to take the princess instead and you had to rescue her since you're the most honored knight in the kingdom.

Yandere dragon~ Who was amused to see you demanding he release the princess. It was cute to see a tiny little knight facing the most feared dragon and he decided to toy with you for a bit before devouring you.

Yandere dragon~ Who was quite impressed with your skills but easily wore you out and was about to burn you to a crisp when suddenly your helmet fell off.

Yandere dragon~ Who is temporarily stunned by you. You were astonishing the most beautiful treasure he's ever come across.

Yandere dragon~ Who watches you ride away on your stead while he's distracted to safety his deep amber eyes lingering on your form.

Yandere dragon~ Who flies to your kingdom and makes s deal with the king, the princess in return you.

Yandere dragon~ Who grins at how the king immediate agreed and the villagers quickly give you to him and have you tied up so pretty like a gift on Christmas morning.

Yandere dragon~ Who shows you his human form in order to scare you a little less and in hopes it'll be easier for you to take him as your mate since he knows how captivating he is in that form.

Yandere dragon~ Who treats you like glass humans do tend to be quite fragile after all and he could never harm his little treasure.

Yandere dragon~ Who breeds you as soon as you warm up to him and makes sure to be extra gentle with you if he's just a little too rough he'll be sure to break you.

Yandere dragon~ Who covers you in jewels and rubies as a way to show you're his you didn't seem to like the love bites, but he still gives you some on occasion.

No one will ever harm you or our family my treasure…I'll make sure of it~

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[aventurineswife]

Can i request blade, sampo and feixiao (separately) with a cat-hybrid gn reader? (Its just catgirl but make it gn lol) thank uu ^^

Back to the kitty, 'cause they're kinda pretty

Tags: Blade x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Cat-Hybrid Reader, Fluff, Mild Teasing, Lighthearted Interactions, Sparring (Feixiao), Banter (Sampo), Hints of Angst (Blade), Comfort.

The Stellaron Hunter’s base was eerily quiet as you padded through the dimly lit halls, your tail swaying behind you. Blade had summoned you for a mission, though he hadn’t provided any details. You found him in his room, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if meditating.

“Could you knock next time?” he muttered without opening his eyes.

“I did.” you replied, crossing your arms and flicking an ear. He opened his eyes, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Did you now? I didn’t hear a thing.”

You rolled your eyes and sat next to him. “So, what’s the mission?”

“There’s no mission.” His gaze softened ever so slightly. “I called you here… because I wanted to talk.”

Your ears perked up, curiosity winning over. Blade wasn’t exactly one for casual conversation. “About?”

“I was wondering,” he started, his gaze flickering to the tips of your ears, “how you manage to find calm so easily. You seem… at peace, while I struggle to find it.”

You smiled, stretching out and curling your tail around yourself. “It’s easier when you stop fighting yourself. I accept my instincts, even if they’re different.” You flicked his bandaged hand playfully. “Maybe you should do the same. There’s a balance you haven’t found yet.”

His eyes narrowed, yet he didn’t pull his hand back. “Balance, huh? Maybe one day…” He trailed off, but the look in his eyes told you that perhaps, for the first time, he was willing to try.

The Xianzhou Yaoqing’s training grounds were empty, save for the rustle of your tail as you crouched, preparing for a sparring match with Feixiao. She stood across from you, her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Think you can keep up with a General, kitty?” she teased, flicking her fox ears.

You narrowed your eyes, playful determination sparking in your gaze. “Only one way to find out, General.”

The sparring session started with a rush of speed. Feixiao was fast—faster than anyone you’d trained with—but your natural agility as a cat hybrid gave you an edge. Dodging her strikes, you twirled around her, even managing a quick swipe at her coat.

“Impressive!” she laughed, sounding genuinely delighted. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” She moved with ferocity, her eyes focused entirely on you.

You felt a sense of pride bubbling up as you narrowly avoided another strike, purring softly despite the intensity of the match. In one daring move, you swerved and managed to knock her slightly off-balance. She chuckled as she stumbled, finally calling a truce.

“Not bad. If we weren’t sparring, I’d be considering you for the Cloud Knights,” she said, offering a hand to pull you up. “Though next time, don’t hold back.”

Your grin widened. “Only if you promise not to either, General.”

It was a quiet night in Belobog’s Underworld when you found yourself wandering into Sampo’s hideout. You’d just slipped in silently when he called out, “Is that my favorite cat?” His voice held a teasing lilt, and he looked up with a wide grin.

“How did you know I was here?” you asked, tail flicking in surprise.

“Please, I always know when there’s a silent visitor,” he laughed, stepping closer with that ever-charming smirk. “Besides, you practically smell of curiosity.”

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe you just can’t resist sneaking up on everyone.”

He chuckled, reaching out to scratch behind your ear. To your surprise, it actually felt… nice. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a soft purr.

“See? I’ve got the magic touch,” he said, clearly delighted. You playfully swatted his hand away, and he pretended to look hurt. “Alright, alright, no need to claw me.”

His voice dropped, taking on a softer tone as he met your eyes. “Hey, thanks for stopping by, though. It's been a while since I’ve had good company that wasn’t trying to rob me or arrest me.”

A warmth filled you at his words, and you smirked, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “Guess even Sampo Koski has his soft spots.”

“Only for the right company,” he replied, giving you a wink that made your ears twitch as your heart skipped a beat.

[wulvercazz]

⚠️Always keep your Wolverine on a leash when walking outside⚠️

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the shy tiger

Ateez Siberian Tiger Hybrid Mingi x Fem Reader au

Genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers, fluff, mild smut, mature language, a touch of angst, happy ending

Word count: 7k

In a world where hybrids started integrating with humans, Mingi is left without a home to call his own. He's been in and out of shelters, getting adopted and returned because of his nature. People loved bragging about owning a tiger, a Siberian one at that, but they didn't like taking care of him. He accepted his fate, and slowly grown into an introvert.

Until a new face showed up at his shelter, her eyes going straight to him in the packed yard. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't help the pull he felt towards her. It was his lucky day, because the sweet woman took him home, giving him hope again.

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Mingi has always been a bit reclusive. He liked to keep to himself in order to stay out of trouble. His nature scared away most of his fellow hybrid residents. The shelter did a good job at making him feel a part of the community, but they couldn't protect him from humans.

He's been a part of many families. The first time they took him back was because he swiped at someone with his claws. What they didn't know was that the boy tried to cut his ears with scissors. Yeah, kids can be evil sometimes. The second time was after he ate a whole beef brisket made for a dinner party. They called him greedy, and he was back at the shelter the next day. What they failed to mention was how they left him starving for days, so he had to break into the locked kitchen just to survive. Another time he was brought back because he was deemed unstable. However, the woman forgot to mention how she kept making advances at him, and he refused all the time.

Maybe it was his fault, maybe he could have been better, but in the end it didn't matter. He was back in his little room, safe from bad people. If it weren't for Wooyoung and Yunho, he would stay in his bed all day, content in his loneliness.

"Mingi, buddy, it's time for lunch."

Yunho was a persisten fellow, but his kindness showed Mingi he could be trustworthy. He was the only human who was allowed into Mingi's room. The other caretakers went up to his door before he hissed at them.

"I don't feel like eating." The tiger didn't even try to get up and out of his bed. Yunho sighed and pulled back the curtains to let the light in.

"Come on now, up you go. Today is a special day, you know that. We are hosting an open door event to try to find a home for you guys."

"This is my home." Yunho sat on the edge of his bed and pulled on the covers Mingi held above his head.

"Mingi, stop that. You've got to think positive."

"Don't want to."

"Okay, be like that. You know I would gladly take you to my house, but the caretakers aren't allowed to adopt from the shelter they work at."

Mingi pulled down his sheet to look at his friend. His eyes were full of sorrow, and he knew he was giving him a hard time.

"I know. I'm not mad, you don't have to explain it every time something goes wrong in my life. I'd be long gone if you weren't here."

Yunho pinched his arm. "Don't say stuff like that!"

He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "At the end of the day, it's your decision. It wouldn't hurt to go out in the sun for a bit, you don't have to interact with anyone."

With that, he left the room, and Mingi suddenly felt bad. He knew Yunho was looking out for him, and he didn't want to be this difficult to deal with. He was a tiger for god's sake, he had to act tougher.

He reluctantly got out of bed and put on his nicer clothes. It wouldn't matter if he wore a suit, his tail and ears were a dead giveaway of his kind. He got lucky with his eyes, they only turned golden when he was in heat. Now that he thought about it, he hasn't experienced a heat in so long, opting for suppressants. The thought of mating made him uncomfortable, because humans usually looked at him as a prize, not a true lover.

He glanced out of his window, and to his surprise, the little backyard they had was pretty full. Looking through the crowd he spotted a woman talking to Wooyoung. He was enthusiastic, waving around, his big mouth yapping about something. The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling. She looked... Soft.

As if she felt his eyes on her, she turned and looked up at his window. Mingi ducked, knocking his head on the window seal. Great. Now he had to go out with a bump on his forehead.

"God damn it. Can I have one day of peace?"

He stood up and glanced outside again. The woman wasn't with Wooyoung anymore. Maybe he creeped her out. Shame, he kind of wanted to get a closer look at her.

His feet took him downstairs, out of the door, to the backyard. He could feel the stares, people moving out of his way, whispering about his ears and tail. Mingi was the only predatory breed currently residing in this shelter. It was full of bunnies, dogs, domestic cats, with him being the outcast. Why did he listen to Yunho? He should have stayed in the damn room.

"Hey there Mingles, out and about I see?"

"Hi Woo. Yeah, I... I'm probably gonna head back up." Wooyoung smiled. "Oh no, you're not. Come on, let's take a walk." Mingi didn't have time to protest before Wooyoung took him by the hand and started walking further into the yard.

"Gosh, can you believe how many people showed up? It seems like they hit it off with many of our cat hybrids. It might be your lucky day."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger."

Wooyoung shrugged. "Same thing, different packaging." Before he could argue with the statement, Wooyoung's face lit up and he speed walked towards the willow tree. There, on the bench under the swaying leaves, sat the woman he saw earlier. Mingi panicked, trying to free himself from his friend's grip.

"What are you doing? Come on Woo, let me go."

"Not today buddy." They stopped a few feet away from the girl, and she looked up in surprise.

"Hey there Y/N, meet Mingi. I think you'll hit it off just fine. Bye now!" With that, Wooyoung ran back before they had time to stop him.

"Oh... Hi there Mingi."

The tiger blushed. Nobody has ever said his name so sweetly before. Not only did she look soft, she was also soft-spoken.

"H-Hi. I'm Mingi." Way to go, dumbass.

The girl chuckled and patted the spot next to her.

"I know that. Come on, sit."

His feet had a mind of his own, and it was almost comical how fast he sat down. She smiled again and turned her body towards him. The sunlight made it look like there was a halo over her, and she looked angelic. Mingi never believed in angels, but seeing one in front of him made him change his mind.

"So, tell me about yourself Mingi. What kind of tiger are you?"

Mingi sighed, prepared for the worst. "A Siberian one." He closed his eyes, expecting her to walk away with an excuse, but to his surprise she only chuckled and let out a gasp.

"Wow. That's so cool. I think tigers are beautiful creatures. It fits you. I've never seen someone so tall and broad like you."

Mingi blinked. "You think I'm cool?"

"Of course I do. Compared to me, you are quite awesome. There's nothing special about me."

He straightened his back, almost shouting at her. "That's not true! You're really pretty! I'm sure there's lots about you that is interesting."

She could feel her cheeks heating up. "Thank you, Mingi. I appreciate it. Say... Are you looking for a home?"

He deflated a bit after her question. "Well, I... I'm not sure. I've been to a couple before, but it never turned out the way I'd hoped. I'm not exactly excited about it, I don't want to get disappointed again."

She nodded, slowly reaching over to pat his hand. It kind of felt like a bolt of electricity ran through him. The touch was barely there, but it felt different.

"If I said I was thinking about adopting someone, would you be interested? I'm... Quite lonely at home. I work a lot, so I don't have time for much else. I need a friend, and I know you guys need a home. What do you say?"

Mingi felt odd all of the sudden. He wouldn't like it if she left here with anyone else. Not that he wanted to take that chance away from the hybrids here, but it brought him unease. Was he ready to believe in another human after everything?

"I... I haven't had the best time so far, to be honest. Would you really consider taking me with you? I am a tiger, you know. I'm not a fluffy bunny, or an interactive fox. I'm... Different."

She smiled and reached over to take his hand in hers. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't believe how soft her hand felt.

"I don't think you're much different from me. In the end, it doesn't matter. You have your own quirks, I'm sure of it, and I'd love to see them." She let go of his hand too early for his liking and stood up.

"So what do you say Mingi? Want to go home with me today?"

His mouth opened and closed, and before he could embarrass himself further, he nodded. She reached for him, palm outstretched.

"Come on Stripes, let's go."

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"So, this is the main floor, as you can see it's an open space, and I love it for that. The paintings on the walls were some of my first works, and I take pride in them. They may look a bit silly, but hey, I've gotten better over the years."

They did look silly, Mingi thought, but they also gave the room a fresh appearance. Most of the paintings were of landscapes, flowers, and animals. He quite enjoyed them.

"Over there we have the kitchen. It's a bit of a mess, I baked this morning before I left to get you, and I hate cleaning up. We can do it together, you know, as your initiation." She smiled, and Mingi thought he would probably be up to do anything as long as she looked at him like that.

"I'm joking, you know. I'll clean up later. Now, upstairs we have three more rooms, and a bathroom. We have to share it, but don't worry. I don't take too much time, and I like cold showers more. Come on, let me show you your room!"

His room? Before he only got the closet space, or he had to sleep on a mat in the children's room. They told him it was to keep them safe, when in reality he had to deal with the rowdy kids if they woke up in the middle of the night.

They stopped in front of a door on the far left, and when Y/N opened it, he thought he was dreaming for a second.

"I didn't have time to get you decorations, only the bare necessities for now. We can go shopping tomorrow so you can personalize it. For now, there is the bed, a closet, you have more stuff in the cup-"

"Thank you."

They looked at each other and Y/N's eyes softened. Mingi's were brimming with tears, and it broke her heart thinking about his previous living situations.

"No need to thank me. Go on, take a look around. My bedroom is down the hall, just knock on the door if you ever need me. I'm huge on respecting privacy, so I won't go into your room unless I ask beforehand or you tell me. I expect the same from you. I hope that's okay?"

He nodded, stepping inside his own space. "Yeah, I understand. Don't worry, I always follow rules."

"It's not a rule. It's an understanding between us." She cleared her throat.

"But... I do have one request. Please do not enter the room opposite mine. It's my studio space, and there are many paintings and materials inside. I do commission work, and I have a small gallery in town, so that is my main source of income." She gestured around the room.

"I make a good living, and my paintings are my priority. That's how we can stay in this beautiful house. Is that alright with you?"

He nodded. "I understand. Work room - off limits."

Y/N smiled, taking his hands in hers. He'll never get enough of her touch.

"Thank you. Now, would you like to unpack while I go and warm up lunch?"

"There's not much, I'll be done in 10 minutes. And... I'd like it if you stayed with me if you can. I don't like staying in unfamiliar spaces on my own."

He held his hands up, shaking his head as if he just now realized he was asking for too much maybe.

"But you don't have to! I'll tough it out. I'm tough!"

There was a bear of silence before she started laughing.

"Oh Stripes... I'll stay with you, you big, tough guy."

He could feel his cheeks heating up. He'll never get used to the nickname. Terms of endearment weren't something people used when talking to him, or about him. It came almost naturally for Y/N, and it made him all jittery.

They sorted our Mingi's belongings, and Y/N felt a bit sad with how little he had. It seemed like he was too afraid of owning anything because he never stayed in the same place for too long. He couldn't bring everything back to the shelter, so he brought only the things he already owned. His most prized possession was a children's book. Mingi grabbed it out of his bag and touched the cover. The edges were frilled, the picture almost gone. It was one of the things his mother left him before she died.

"What's that you got there?" Y/N reached over, but it was as if something switched in Mingi.

He growled at her, eyes flashing gold, before rushing to the corner of the room.

"No!"

The atmosphere changed. Y/N held her hands up and shook her head.

"I'm not going to take it from you. I'm sorry. Here, you're as good as done. I'll go down and set the table."

She was too afraid to turn her back, so she walked backwards to the door, leaving it open as she ran out.

Mingi snapped out of it, realising what he had done. It was his first day in a new home, a home he felt comfortable in, and he already screwed up. He slid down the wall, hugging the book to his chest.

"Oh mom, what have I done?"

He closed his eyes and frowned. He had a heart time controlling his emotions, and Y/N was on the receiving end of his frustration.

Mingi didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts. It wasn't until the light dimmed in the room, he realised it had gone dark outside. Didn't she say she was warming up... Lunch? Oh god, she was too afraid to come and get him, and he didn't even bother to go downstairs. Another mistake.

He reluctantly stood up, tucking his book under the soft pillow Y/N gave him. It was all messed up, and it was only the first day. With a sigh, he left his new room and made his way downstairs. The house was quiet, except for the TV playing some random movie on low volume. He then saw a little lump on the couch, breathing steadily. She was asleep, curled in on herself. When he got closer, he could see dried tears on her face. His heart clenched. He managed to make her cry. What an idiot. Carefully, he took the blanket thrown over the couch and draped it over her.

Mingi stood over her, admiring her beauty. Long lashes, luscious hair, puffy eyes. The redness around them was his doing, but even with that, she was like a literal angel. Slowly, he moved towards the kitchen. The table was set for one person, a little note placed on the plate.

"Lunch is in the fridge, hear it up whenever you want. Browse through the cabinets for snacks."

Even when he hurt her, she thought about him. He wished there was a hole he could crawl in and disappear. His stomach, however, thought otherwise. The hunger overtook his mind, and he slowly opened the fridge. He found a covered dish, and when he looked inside, there was a big steak along with vegetables inside. She even made him his favorite food without even knowing it. Eating stake was a luxury, and he only had it for his birthday when Yunho and Wooyoung bought it for him. The other families payed no mind that he was a hybrid with a primarily meaty diet. The vegetables on the plate meant she thought about his health as well.

Without heating it up, he grabbed the stake with his fingers and bit into it. Even though cold, it was delicious. She made it just how he liked it, on the rare side with no major spices. The groan of pleasure was unstoppable at this point.

"You know, I have lots of forks and knives, they are free to use."

Mingi almost choked on the piece he was chewing. He was so imersed in the taste, he never even herd her footsteps.

"I...Um...It's... It's delicious."

She crossed her arms, nodding. "Thank you. I asked Wooyoung about your food preferences, he said stake was your favourite." She leaned on the kitchen door. "I thought this was a special occasion, so I... You know."

He put the plate on the counter, clearing his throat.

"I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am about earlier. My instinct took over, and I lost control. If you want to send me back I..."

"Send you back?!" Mingi's eyes widened at her shout.

"Why would I send you back? I obviously did something that upset you. I guess the book is special to you. If anything, I'm sorry."

Mingi rushed towards her, and he could see her apprehensive expression. His hands held onto hers.

"You did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. It was as normal as it gets. The book... It was my mom's gift to me, it's the only thing I have of hers now. I'm... Protective over it."

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands in response.

"Okay, I get it. Sorry Stripes, I won't try to touch it again. It's like my art studio, right? You respect my wishes, I respect yours."

Mingi never felt this accepted before. Anyone else would throw him out, but Y/N accepted him. He will make it his life's mission to make her happy.

"Now, do you want to continue eating with your hands, or do you want some silverware? I can make you some tea while you finish the meal."

He nodded, going back to his plate.

"That would be nice, thank you."

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"Stripes, I get what you're saying, but you can't stay in the tub for the whole day."

"But it's so hot out, I'm burning up."

Y/N sighed on the other side of the bathroom door. She knew Mingi would have a tough time in the summer, but he's been in the bathroom for over three hours.

"Mingi, I beg you, get out of the bathroom!"

"Fine! Let me suffer! I knew you had it out for me!" He's gotten so used to his nickname, he knew he was in trouble if she addressed him as 'Mingi'.

Over a month has passed since he came to live with Y/N. It's been rather eventful. He hasn't had anymore outbursts, and his room was now painted green, with a gaming chair and computer. Y/N went all out on him, wanting to make it known he was there to stay. Good thing her art shop made money, otherwise Mingi's new gaming hobby would've drained her dry.

"Oh stop it. I'm going to my studio, but if you aren't done in the next ten minutes, I'm breaking in and pulling you out by your ears! Both sets!"

Mingi gasped, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He knew she was bluffing by now, always giving out empty threats. They were almost comical, because he knew she would never do that to him.

This time, for some odd reason, he wanted her to break in and see him in all of his glory. He was well built, his muscles being a part of his nature. Not to mention he was well endowed, if he had to say so himself. Maybe she would run away from embarrassment, or maybe...

He closed his eyes, imagining her wide eyes raking over his body. Would she want to touch him? He felt his cock jump at the thought. He's had problems in the past week, his cock doing all the thinking instead of him. That was part of the reason he spent locked away in the bathroom. It was the only way for him to cool down enough to be in the same room as Y/N.

The only other problem was Y/N's need for affection. She loved scratching his ears, raking her fingers through his hair, and giving him back rubs whenever he laid his head in her lap. And he always laid his head in her lap, especially if they were watching a movie in the living room. This week, he avoided the couch as much as he could, giving the lame excuse of needing to beat his opponents in a game, using language Y/N didn't understand. She dismissed him, but he could tell she was getting suspicious.

There was banging on the door just as he tried to reach for his aching length to relieve himself.

"That's it! Out, now! I'm going to pee myself!"

"Okay, okay, I'm getting out, calm down."

He managed to grab a towel in his hurry, securing it over his hips.

"Mingi, I'm serious! Get-" The door opened in a swing.

"Okay, okay. I'm out."

Y/N couldn't move. She couldn't tear her eyes from his broad chest as he leaned one arm on the doorframe. When she managed to look up, his eyes were half closed, lips red, neck flushed. Didn't he take a cold shower?

"I...Um... Move!" She pushed him away, ducking under his arm and slamming the door shut.

"O-Okay? I'm gonna be in my room, you know, gaming."

"Yeah, yeah, you do that."

Y/N looked into the mirror, reaching for her red cheeks. She didn't know when it began, but she started admiring Mingi more and more. He was handsome, and he loved cuddling with her. It gave her a chance to enjoy his sturdy body wrapped around hers.

"Snap out of it, idiot. He's your friend."

She decided from day one that they would be friends, not owner and hybrid. Yes, on paper Mingi was hers, but she didn't want that to determine their relationship. She was able to give him a comfortable life, and in return, she got a housemate and bestie. Seemed like a good deal to her, and Mingi never complained. They haven't had any incidents since the first day, and they respected each other's boundaries.

Now, she thought she was crossing those boundaries with her filthy imagination. What would Mingi think if he knew?

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He couldn't take it anymore.

What would Y/N think if she knew?

Mingi kept beating himself up about it while lying in his bed that night. His cock kept stirring in his pants, not letting up. Her soft hair, her delicate body... His head was filled with images of her.

Slowly, he reached into his pants, having forgone underwear, he grasped his length in his big hand. He imagined her much smaller palm instead, and he just knew it would feel better. Well, this is all he could do now, so he had to make it work.

He imagined her lips, always pink and glossy, kissing his neck, cheeks, his cock... She seemed like someone who would enjoy being kissed. He'd savour every moment, chasing after her. His hand went faster, his whole body on fire.

With the image of her mouth planted around his cock, he came. His body jerked around on the bed, eyes shut tightly. He tried to keep his sounds at bay, but a soft moan left his lips. It was over too soon, and he didn't feel any better. With cum stained pants, he looked at the ceiling.

"I'm doomed."

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The atmosphere in the house changed after that night. The days were filled with secret stares, light touches, and shy smiles.

Mingi couldn't keep his hands to himself, he would always find a way to be close to her. He sprawled himself across her lap, whining every time she paused scratching his ears. It was a big contrast, and he didn't know why his mood changed so much. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.

At night, he touched himself at the thought of her, the embarrassment leaving his mind quickly.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. Although she kept her desires at bay, she enjoyed his neediness. It gave her a chance to touch him for how long she wanted. With the tension dimmed, she could later focus on her paintings, and she drew inspiration from her passion.

Everything seemed close to normal, until the doorbell rang one day. They were sprawled out on the couch as usual, and Mingi frowned as he picked up the male scent standing on the other side of the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Y/N shrugged, standing up to see who it was.

"Not that I remember. Wait here."

Mingi nodded but stayed put. A second later he heard her scream. He was up and at the door in a second, ready to pounce.

He halted his movements when he saw Y/N wrapped around a blonde man.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! Hongjoong, what on earth are you doing here?"

The blonde, Hongjoong it seemed, chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist.

"I came to visit my favourite little artist of course. You know I always come to you when I'm in town."

Realising there was another person with them, Hongjoong glanced at Mingi. That's when he saw the tightly shut jaw, almost golden eyes, and the angry stance he was in.

"Oh, is this your boyfriend?" Y/N detached herself from him before shaking her head.

"No, that's my Mingi. I mean... That's my hybrid Mingi. He's been with me for two months now."

She turned around and Mingi's eyes softened when they met hers. She took a step towards him, gesturing towards the blonde man.

"Mingi, this is my friend Hongjoong. He's a designer, so he travels a lot. He likes to surprise me when he's in town, as you see."

"Only because I know how much you like surprises." They laughed together, and Mingi felt like throwing up.

Y/M flapped her hands around, gesturing towards the living room. Their living room.

"Come on now Joong, make yourself at home. I'll go make us some tea. Mingi, keep him company, please."

She rushed to the kitchen, leaving the two men alone. Mingi glanced at Hongjoong again, turning around and heading towards the living room.

"Follow me." He heard him chuckle before making himself comfortable on the couch next to Mingi. Their couch.

"So, Mingi. How is it living with Y/N? Is she still covered in paint everyday?" Mingi frowned.

"How would you know?"

"Well, we lived together briefly when we studied at the same college. I was a design major, while she went for art. We had a blast living together, and our living room was always covered in paint and fabric patches."

Mingi didn't like that information one bit. Even though he knew his thoughts were irrational, he couldn't help them.

"She has her art room now. Y/N is always clean, but her clothes have stains." Hongjoong chuckled, nodding his head.

"I bet she still wears the same band shirts from back then. She didn't want to buy more clothes, only to destroy them, so I often gave her my old ones. Silly girl."

Mingi's eyes widened. She was wearing another man's clothes? While they cuddled nonetheless? That didn't sit right with him. Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Y/N entered the room with their tea. She put down Mingi's favorite blue cup in front of him, placing the red one in front of Hongjoong.

"Three spoons of sugar for Mingi, honey and milk for Joong." The blonde idiot chuckled.

"I'm glad you still know how I like my tea."

"How can I forget? You gave me a migraine the first time I put sugar in it." They both laughed now, and Mingi felt sick.

"Come one buttercup, sit with us." Buttercup? Oh what an asshole. Mingi couldn't help but frown again.

"Buttercup?" he asked.

Y/N smiled and sat between them. A little closer to Hongjoong, Mingi noticed.

"Oh it's a stupid nickname. I was too into the Powerpuff girls, they were my comfort show throughout college. I dresses up as Buttercup for Halloween once, and he's been at it since."

"What can I say, you looked too good in your costume." She slapped him on the chest.

"Oh Joong, you flatter me too much."

Their evening went on like that, the two friends catching up, while the big bad tiger sat silently. Y/N tried to include him in the conversation, but she noticed his reluctance, so she didn't push it.

When Hongjoong finally announced he had to go, Mingi was estatic.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer? You're leaving again tomorrow, who knows when I'll see you again." They were in a tight embrace, and it didn't seem they would let go anytime soon.

"I'm sorry Buttercup, I wish I could. The fashion world needs me, and when duty calls I follow." They laughed and finally, fucking finally, they let go of eachother.

"I get it, I guess. But call me! I know we text a lot, but I want to hear your voice, you know?" Hongjoong kissed her on the cheek, and Mingi had to summon all his willpower not to pounce on him.

"I promise, I'll call more. I'm off now, before I become sentimental."

"Oh, and tell Seonghwa I said hi, and to come with you next time. I want to know how my favorite model is doing." Hongjoong smiled, waving at them from his car.

"Sure thing! He misses you, too. Bye now, love you lots!"

"Love you too!"

As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she could see a very angry Mingi.

"Who the fuck is Seonghwa now? Should I expect any other men poping around unannounced?"

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Woah, Mingi, calm down. Hongjoong is my best friend. And Seonghwa..."

"I though I was your best friend? Are you saying you're a liar?" Now she grew angry as well.

"Hey, call me anything you want, but a liar is not okay. To settle your curiosity, Hongjoong is the only person I could rely on in college and the years after that, beacuse my parents frowned upon my choice of carer. I couldn't prove to them how successful I've grown because they died along the way. So yes, he's my best friend because of that. It doesn't mean I can't have other friends."

Mingi felt like shit. He never once thought to ask her about her life, they always focused on his. She pushed past him to go up the stairs, but stopped and turned around.

"And Seonghwa is Hongjoongs boyfriend. They met when Seonghwa modeled for one of my pieces three years ago. Do you have any more questions?"

Mingi could only manage to shake his head.

"Good. I'm going to bed now, all this negativity is making my head ache. Goodnight."

She was gone before he could give any kind of response. Way to go Mingi, you nipped that right in the bud.

With a sigh, he cleaned up the living room before heading to bed. His idiotic self, and his jealousy were the only things to blame for their fight. She was so happy before he ruined it.

Mingi tried getting comfortable, but it proved impossible. He kept tossing, and turning, huffing every time he changed sides.

The worst part?

His cock was up and aching, again.

He couldn't bring himself to touch it, ashamed of himself and his actions today.

But, boy, did he want to. Her angry expression almost turned him on then and there. Maybe she was aggressive like that in bed?

He knows it's wishful thinking, but a hybrid can dream, right?

Another half an hour passed, and Mingi's had enough. He couldn't go to sleep like this, so he made up his mind. Quickly, he got out of bed and hurried down the hallway. His bare feet stopped in front of her door, and he used his keen hearing to check if she was asleep. To his surprise, there was music silently playing, and she was humming along.

He cleared his throat, gave himself a pep talk, and knocked.

Y/N opened, and his cheeks grew hot. She was in one of those band T-shirts Hongjoong mentioned, legs and feet bare. It was short, almost too short.

"Mingi?" She brought him back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Mingi, you came to me. What do you want?"

"Ah, yes." He cleared his throat again.

"I want to... You see..."

"Spit it out!"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me today. I mean, I kind of do, but... I'm sorry."

He hung his head, arms flat against his sides. He looked like a wet cat, not a scary tiger. Y/N crossed her arms and sighed.

"Come on in." She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. Mingi never went into her room. He didn't have any reason to. It was all soft, pastel, covered in pictures and books. It fit her perfectly. He stepped in, feeling almost out of place, and slowly sat next to her.

"So, do you want to explain your behaviour today? Or your behaviour in general? You've been acting all weird lately, and I never know what to do. You push me away, then you won't let me go, now you cause a scene... Are you... Not happy here anymore?"

Mingi's mood changed instantly, eyes wide, ears pin straight on his head.

"No! Why would you think that? I'm incredibly happy here. I love being here. I've never felt more at home."

"Then what? Because I'm clueless." She reached for his hand, and their fingers automatically interlocked.

Mingi knew he had to say something now, it was time. Even if it ruined everything, he could not keep silent anymore.

"I... I've been having some trouble with my feelings... Towards you. I... I think I feel for you more than a friend would. You know, tigers are pretty serious about their... Mate. And, well, I think, no, I'm sure I feel like that towards you." He took a breath before continuing.

"I know it's probably gross to you. With my ears and tail, and my mood swings. I know my eyes sometimes freak you out. I get it if you want to send me back. But I have to say I never felt like this before. You're the one Y/N. You'll always be the one."

Mingi looked at his lap, glancing at their interlocked hands. She never let go.

"Mingi... You were never gross to me. I love your fluffy ears, especially when you let me scratch them. They're as soft as your tail. And your tail always sways when you're happy. I know I did something good when I see it moving around you. Your eyes... They never freak me out, I'm just fascinated with the color. It's unique." She placed her palm on his cheek, turning him towards her.

"I feel the same as you Mingi. It's common for hybrids and humans to fall for each other. It's happened lots of times. Believe me, I've done my research as soon as I started feeling something for you." Mingi's eyes widened.

"So, we're normal? You're not kidding me? You know how sensitive I am." She chuckled.

"I wouldn't say normal, but we're okay. And no, I'm not kidding Stripes, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Then... Sorry, but I can't contain myself any longer."

She was confused. "What are you talki-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips onto hers.

Best way to shut her up, indeed.

She threw her arms around his neck, and he lifted her onto his lap. He couldn't keep his hands at bay, gripping all over her smooth tights. She let out a soft moan as he reached her ass and squeezed.

Their kiss only grew more passionate, their tongues finding each other, beginning a dance of their own. Mingi's ears were pressed flat to his head, almost signaling he was at her mercy. His tail soon wrapped around her thigh, giving her another squeeze.

She pulled away, raking her nails through his hair.

"Oh my, you're quite eager."

"So what? You'd be too if you knew the hell I've experienced these past weeks."

He stood up, her legs wrapped around him, and laid her down onto the soft mattress. She could feel his massive bulge pressing onto her pantie covered core, and she got nervous. Was it going to fit?

"Whatever do you mean, Stripes?"

He chuckled and sat up between her legs, pulling his shirt over his head. She could definitely see his cock now, and if she guessed, he didn't have any underwear on.

"You know what I mean. I haven't touched my cock this much in my whole life. The past week has been a torture."

He then pulled off her shirt, his eyes glazing over, the golden colour emerging.

"I think you have to make it up to me." She reached for his pants, slowly pulling at the strings to untie them.

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem"

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"Okay, I think you've had enough. Hey, that tickles!"

Mingi kept on pressing kisses to her neck, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. After too many rounds to count, Mingi was finally satisfied. Or so she thought, because his fingers slowly travelled down her naked body.

"Hey now, what did I say? I'm tired, I'm not a hybrid like you."

"But Y/N, I just can't stop now that I've had you. Your pussy is deli-" "Okay! I got it. Let me sleep for at least an hour, I'm about to crash anyways."

He groaned, but he brought his hands back up her waist.

Mingi felt like he was in heaven. The girl of his dreams is finally in his arms, he has a warm bed to sleep in, food is made according to his preferences. All because she made it possible.

"Y/N."

"I said an hour Mingi."

"It's not that. Can you turn around please?" She slowly moved around, turning towards him, placing a hand on his sturdy chest.

"What is it?" He looked at her so lovingly, she could almost cry.

"I love you. I really, really love you." Her expression softened, and she placed a kiss on his lips.

"I really, really love you, too."

They smiled, their noses touching. A second later, Mingi was flat on his back with his favorite person straddling hip hips.

"I'll sleep later." She said.

He smirked.

She sure was the perfect woman.

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"Oh Yunho! How nice to run into you!"

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing? How's Mingi? We wanted to let you settle in before we asked for a visit."

She smiled as she held onto her shopping basket.

"We're great actually. These past couple of months have been... Eventful, to say the least. Actually, he's right around the corner, looking at snacks of course, come say hi."

They went to another row, spotting Mingi holding two types of chips. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw Yunho.

"Hey! Where have you been all this time?"

The boys hugged, and Yunho chuckled.

"As I've told Y/N, we wanted to let you get settled in. Wooyoung and I want to visit the two of you, catch up together." Mingi looked at Y/N and she gave him a nod.

"You're welcome anytime. Listen, we have to hurry now, Y/N friend and his boyfriend are coming to dinner, but we'll keep in touch. I'll text you."

Yunho nodded, and suddenly something came to his mind. Before he could say it, Y/N grabbed Mingi by the hand after reading a text.

"The boys are in front of the store, we should head out. It was nice seeing you Yunho, we'll set up dinner plans. Say hi to Wooyoung, he was a good match maker." Yunho watched them exchange a look, both smiling.

"Come on babe, let's go. See you soon Yunho!"

The tall boy stood and watched them go out of the aisle, hand in hand.

"Did he just call her 'babe'?

He was about to remind Mingi that he hadn't taken his heat suppressants with him, and that he might experience more intense symptoms.

However, he could tell all was taken care of, and that put a smile on his face.

Young love does that to you, he supposes.

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Hey people! I'm thinking about making a part two of this imagine, just because I feel I could explore some other moments with them.

Comment if you would want to see a continuation of their story :)

Lots of love, X

[thedeafprophet]

baby is bugs

[tetsuskei]

So fox!childe…are we discussing sweet moments of courtship OR how he gets a little extra predatory when kitty!risu is close to ovulation? 🌚

nana how did you read my mind, i’m so—*head in hands*

indeed i’m thinking abt predatory childe thoughts and abt ovulation bc im close to that

i feel like the first time i’d probably go in heat i’d try to hide it from him (trope where you use suppressants but they don’t work), but he is very attentive by nature, so it is a girlfail (RIP). confronts me abt it by coming over to my place when he hasn’t seen me for awhile (1 day)

he is a little mad bc he can smell my heat and doesn’t want anyone else to be able to. is it paranoia? maybe so. but he does not let either of us leave the house for DAYS.

i’m already marked by him of course, but he still likes to make sure im covered in his scent from head to toe. very also much into biting and marking, just overall very feral i fear 😓 i cannot keep up. but he is in my ear moaning or saying something absolutely filthy.

he’s also very clingy and territorial (cancer men 🙂‍↕️) and horny (surprise) but also accommodating to helping me get thru bc he’s a freak and will help me cum as many times as i need to get thru this (may have passed out once or twice)…i don’t think he ever separates from me the entire time, just cockwarms until either of us is ready to go again. his breeding kink may need to be put under government surveillance for how bad it is 😓

tells me to never try to hide my heat from him again or there will be consequences.

[moo9395]

Martyn/ Jimmy/ Scott/ Tango - ship fic

For @entropicthymes as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange​

It was new years eve and Martyn, Scott, Jimmy, and Tango were all sitting in their living room watching the end of something on the TV.

Scott was lying on the sofa with his feet in Jimmy’s lap idly flicking through a magazine. Leant up against the sofa between Jimmy's knees was Tango with Martyns head lying in his lap as the former absentmindedly combed his fingers through the latters hair. 

As the programme came to an end Scott tossed his magazine onto the coffee table and moved to get up. 

“I’m going to pop the kettle on” He said as he stretched and ran a hand through his hair.

Tango shuffled Martyns head off, ignoring his protests, and stood up to help Scott.

Seeing as his pillow had gone, Martyn stood up and plonked himself down on the sofa next to Jimmy.

Said pillow then reappeared, popping his head round the door to ask who wanted tea.

Jimmy and Martyn answered simultaneously with a polite “Me please” to Tango rolled his eyes fondly. 

In a few minutes Scott returned with a tray of mugs in his hands which he gently placed on the coffee table before squashing himself between Jimmy and Martyn.

“Room for a little one?” Tango asked, grinning.

Jimmy shifted up pushing the other two with him “Always room for you”. 

“Are we doing presents then?” Martyn inquired, hands wrapped around his warm mug.

Jimmy bobbed excitedly causing Tango to squeak in alarm and Scott to nearly spill his tea.

“Sorry” he babbled apologetically as Martyn laughed. 

Once Jimmy had stopped apologising, Martyn stood up and made his way over to the ‘certainly not over decorated’ Christmas tree (Scott had been in charge) and began pulling out the gifts underneath. 

“Right, who wants to go first?” he asked, settling himself down cross legged on the floor, four wrapped gifts beside him. 

“Lets just go in a circle” Jimmy answered “Start with Tango and end with Martyn” 

“Alright sounds good to me” Scott added as the others hummed in approval. 

Martyn turned to his pile of presents and ruffled through a few labels before handing a soft, flopping looking package to Tango. 

The blaze-born flipped the tag over which read ‘To Tango, from your secret santa x’. 

He then carefully unwrapped the present.

“Wow,” he murmured, holding up a knitted sweater decorated with intricate designs and patterns in shades of red, orange and yellow. 

“Do you like it?” Martyn asked nervously.

“Well that's sort of given away the ‘Secret Santa’ aspect of this but oh well” Jimmy said under his breath.

Tango ignored him “It’s gorgeous Martyn,” he replied, still staring at the gift “Where did you get it?”

Martyn mumbled something under his breath as his cheeks flushed and he began to play with the carpet.

“You what?” Scott inquired curiously.

“I made it” Martyn answered, cheeks flushing even further as he glanced up grinning at the looks of shock on his partner's faces. 

The three of them just stared open mouthed at him until Jimmy broke the silence “I didn’t know you could knit”

Martyn smirked “Well a mans gotta have some secrets doesn’t he?” he answered, recovering some of his usual bravado. 

“Well sure but you don’t usually expect the secret to be world class knitting skills do you?” Tango added smiling fondly as any bravado Martyn had managed to claw back vanished in the blushing mess.

“Alright who’s next” Scott asked loudly pulling Martyn back to reality “Right yeah, Jimmy” he babbled handing Jimmy a package.

Jimmy tore off the wrapping rather unceremoniously and pulled out a large blanket.

It was cream with tassels at each end and covered in colourfully embroidered flowers.

Jimmy squealed (it was a very manly squeal) in delight as he ran his fingers over each design.

“Happy new year” Scott giggled and Jimmy leapt on him pressing kisses to whatever he could reach.

“Alright let him breathe” Tango chided but his smile was evident in his voice.

Jimmy pulled back still beaming and went back to examining the poppies, carnations, bluebells and other flowers that Scott had expertly sewn into the blanket.

Scott accepts the package from Martyn with a polite “thank you love” and a peck on the cheek.

It’s smaller than the others but Scott knows size is no guarantee of worth (Minds out the gutter please) as he carefully undoes the bow and slowly peels back the wrapping.

“It’s like watching a strip tease” Martyn quips, the comment earning a stifled laugh from Jimmy and a glare from Scott who tosses the wrapping paper at him.

Having finally unwrapped the gift Scott is now holding a small box, he removes the lid and peeling back the layers of golden tissue paper pulls out a pair of earrings.

“Oh they’re gorgeous” he exclaims holding up one of the pairs, it's long and dangling with four large crystals connected by rows of tiny clear beads. 

“There’s a crystal to show each of us” Tango explained, he was too excited to care about giving himself away.

Scott inspected the gems further, he was familiar with gemstones and recognised each, a chunk of yellow jasper for Jimmy, a piece of prehnite for Martyn, a bit of red sunstone for Tango, and a segment of amazonite for him.

“Are you crying?” Jimmy asked amused.

Scott sniffed “Mind your own business” the others laughed and Tango reached out a warm hand and ruffled Scott's hair.

Once Scott had recovered himself it was Martyns turn. 

“I wonder who this could be from” the blond said, lifting his gift into the air and shaking it with mock confusion.

Jimmy rolled his eyes affectionately “Just open it”.

Martyn pulled the red ribbon of the small (and surprisingly neatly wrapped) box, before pulling off the wrapping.

Underneath the holly covered wrapping paper was a velvet box, Martyn gently lifted the hinged lid to reveal a small, ornate ring.

After lifting the ring out of its box he rotated it with his fingers examining the finely carved lettering.

“It’s all of our initials and our anniversary” Jimmy said with flushed cheeks “I know it's similar to Tango’s.. I didn’t mean to.. obviously.. I didn’t know-”

Martyn cut him off with a peck on the lips “It’s lovely Jim, thank you”.

Jimmy beamed, obviously delighted before pulling Martyn unceremoniously down onto the sofa.

Scott and Tango sat laughing at Martyn’s muffled protests to being suffocated in feathers. 

—————

After a couple games of Mario Party, Jimmy leapt up from the sofa “The fireworks are starting!” he cheered as he ran over to the window peering out into the dark.

Scott and Martyn heaved themselves up to go and look, Martyn opening the window as he reached it.

The sound of fireworks filled the small apartment along with the small shrieks of excitement from a certain canary.

“Jimmy you’re getting feathers in my mouth again” Martyn muttered, pushing yellow wings out of his face. 

Then he paused as he heard a soft whimper behind him “Tango?” he whispered as he turned.

Tango was crouched in the corner of the room, back to the wall and hands clamped over his ears.

Martyn rushed over to him, noticing his sudden absence Scott and Jimmy also turned. 

Martyn crouched down beside his boyfriend whose eyes were screwed up and his hands were still clamped over his ears.

“I think it's the noise” Scott muttered gently, noticing the blazeborns tail flicking agitatedly.  

Jimmy shot up and tripped over himself in his hurry to close the window.

The sound of fireworks was muffled, for good measure Jimmy closed the curtains before returning to his boyfriends.   

“Tango sweetie, can you hear me?” Scott probed softly but the blaze-born didn’t even acknowledge the statement.

“We need to ground him” Jimmy whispered as he gently began tracing patterns in his partner's folded knees.

Martyn and Scott followed his example; Scott rubbing smooth circles in the blond's back and Martyn opting for gently playing with his hair.

After a few moments Tango's breathing relaxed, his hands moved away from his ears and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hello sunshine” Martyn breathed lightly “Are you feeling better?”.

Tango nodded shyly before rasping out a small “thank you”.

The three of them smiled softly before Jimmy stood “Come on let’s go back to the sofa”.

The others murmured in agreement as the canary pulled them to their feet. 

They all settled down on the sofa and Scott grabbed a soft blanket placing it over them, Jimmy reaching over to grab his blanket and placing it on top. 

Martyn switched the TV and put on big hero six before settling back to playing with Tangos hair.

Jimmy was lying curled across the blaze-borns lap and the latter was gently preening his wings.

Scott had his head on Martyns shoulder gently tracing stars onto the shorter man’s thigh.

Eventually Jimmy dropped off to sleep and was soon followed by Tango. 

Martyn stopped playing with his hair after a few moments and turned his head to look down at Scott before reaching his hand round to stroke the younger’s cheek.

“Happy new year” He murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

A smaller hand found his own as Scott gently ran his thumb across Martyn’s fingers “Happy new year”.

[germancarssince1946]

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Hope you didn’t mind my little before sleep rant in your ask box ^^’ I was having. Many thoughts…

Sorry if it was a bit much tho…

—Hybrid

Hybrid, you could say the most heinous, most depraved, most deranged shit possible about Valentino, and I would still gobble it up ❤️ you're fiiiiine! You can always dump your thoughts in my inbox, just like Valentino can always dump a load in my [redacted]

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2023 Toyota Sequoia Platinum 4WD Hybrid

OK, Sequoia is big and much improved in some ways, but it has two Big issues too. See if you agree.

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🍭And So, It Begins🦇

~ October 3rd - Candy, Pole Dancing/Stripping ( Ichigo x Grimmjow ) ~ Extra tags; food play, food insertion/unsafe insertion

The Prompt List

(fic part 1 under the cut)

Ichigo has to have been staring at the rundown lot for about an hour. Or perhaps a minute.

All he's wanted as a young adult looking to get away from his homereef and out from under his father's fin - claw - is to find a decent enough job. This was supposed to be his bout of good luck- not,,, the beginning of a bad horror story.

The secretary who contacted him was real, he gave him accurate and detailed information, he heard his voice. And for what? The carcass of a school who in no reality would have ever been looking to "urgently fill a teaching position". And there was no mistaking the address he was given either. There was no other school in all of Aquacity.

He should've never come here. It's almost dark, the seabus back to Karaura reef is another six hours of travel and not even available again til morning. He feels played with, obviously  frustrated, and so incredibly tired.

And the small apartment he made arrangements for prior to his travel is so lackluster and just plain sad-looking he simply doesn't feel like going there to sleep this horrible night off either.

His feet drage little clouds of sand with every step. He doesn't want to think about it, about how much of a loser he is, about how come morning he'll have to go back home with his tail between his legs and say "hey dad, missed me on the single day I was gone?"

What he could do, is get ahold of a drink, sit on a crowded bar, and perhaps find a warm body to flirt his depression away to.

He doesn't expect to find himself lost to the view of this place. People had looked at him weird at the bus central whenever they heard where he was moving; but no one ever said much of anything about the place. It looked... well, like a city. With a good few large coral buildings towering above, fancy looking roads and lots of businesses; all dark and mostly quiet as night settled above the water. The curious sight of it was all the orange and plack and purple dressing it all. The jack-o-lanterns and the star-like decorations on the doors. Everything set for Halloween like he's never seen anyone do back home, or anywhere ever. It might've looked even cheery and bright earlier... except- where's everybody?

He's not really one for holidays, barely celebrates his birthday at all even, but he knows for a fact that Halloween is supposed to happen.. at night. It's late, but not quite midnight, not so late that a place so meticulously decorated like this would be barren before the ring o the bell. Where is everybody?

As he walks, what little people had been walking by in the distance have all scurried away into their homes or simply out of sight, and more than a little mystifying,,, he's started to get a little freaked.

Ichigo quickens his steps, his one claw clicking anxiously and creating little air bubbles amidst the water, his antenna jittery as he turns about for any sign of life. And... and suddenly there is. Muffled and uninteligible, but it's the sound of music; that must be it surely... everyone's celebrating indoors and here he is... worrying over nothing.

He really hopes it is a bar, he really needs that drink now.

The light trembling of the soundspeakers reaches his body when he finds the place. "Las Noches" it reads and now he's positive it's got to be at least something like a bar. The sound grows louder with each step, and finally the last of his worries start to ease into quiet sort of defeat. He came here to forget his troubles, right? Not to investigate some sort of ghosttown mystery bullshit, even made up by his own sleep-deprived mind.

The bouncer, because there is a bouncer — a blowfish that looks just about ready to get pointier at any wrong look, asks him for a rather outrageous cover charge (like he hasn't lost enough by coming to this city in the first place) that he reluctantly pays anyway. Because anything is better than walking back through that cold street back to his sad apartment right now, if he has to do it, at least he wants to do it with a couple drinks on him. And it all looks normal, with music just loud enough to sort of drown the laughter of a few other fish, here and there, but not enough to deafen, and dim colorful lights giving more of a nightclub ambiance to the establishment, right until someone shoves a bag of halloween decorated candy in his hands and looks at him with tired disappoinment when he meets the second bouncer's face with utter confusion.

"Keep it moving," the guy says tiredly and rushes him in to move on to someone else coming in behind him.

A truly odd fucking city.

But he gets his drink, and a second drink, and he stares at the odd bag of candy from the little table he settled onto somewhere in the middle of the place. Truly, truly, odd.

He's nursing his drink, sadly staring at the funny candy inside his bag and wondering weird things about this city and whether studying medicine like his father had encouraged him to do instead of literature like he wanted would've made any difference, when a sudden burst of light and an excited disenbodied voice announces it's finally midnight.

Fish around him cheer and suddenly he's more and more lost than he was before he came into the nightclub. That is, until the music goes from contented ambiance to sultry and the colored lights reflect on what are very clearly dancing poles arranged along the front of the dark stage he'd somewhat noticed when he first sat. Oh... so it's that kind of place,,, right— huh, he's... never been good in this sort of place.

He's been to strip clubs before, back in college and only when Keigo insisted; but he's not sure he'll ever enjoy it. Not when all he ever does is give the dancers awkward half-stares and wish for sudden death when they make eye contact.

So he's not at all excited when a single dancer makes their appearance on-stage, swaying their hips up to the stage to the beat of the music and the excited cheering of everyone in the club; some dog-whistling earning other fish in the crowd a flirty wink or suggestive little shake of a pretty curled tail.

Fuck, fuck, it's not that he's a prude. Keigo teases him about his supposed virginity enough to know he thinks he is; it's just that... well, pretty people showing off their pretty bits... it gets him all flustered and weird.

Ok, perhaps he is a bit of a prude. But can you judge him? Can anyone in this weird city judge him when those wide hips in those frilly clothes sway and twist so nice along that pole? When that pretty face smiles and bites his lip so cute when perking his ass so lewd?

Pieces of the outfit start to fly and at the first peek of a rosy plush slit he starts to wish he could flee without calling too much attention to himself. But everyone around him just keeps cheering, clearly enjoying the night's entertainment; some even shout of the dancer's name, "Grimmjow~!" to call his attention, or perhaps to encourage him and his perfectly studied dance moves.

It's a rather small city in the end, everyone's bound to know each other.

And just as expected, the shouts and the cheering only bring more confident little grins to the seahorse's face; put a little more oomf to his twists, more curl to his tail. The music still sultry but somewhat more intense as he's bared himself almost fully exposed to his welcoming public. Long legs opening wide for his audience, tail wrapping sinfuly around the pole to balance himself a little more teasingly; and then people are scooching closer, leaning in to playfuly tuck...

Huh —

Fucking candy on his underwear's frilly elastic, and no one seems to mind when it falls onto the stage under its own weight.

What the fuck?

And, oh, oh shit, oh fuck. The newbie look of bewilderment in his face must be so clear from up there, that "Grimmjow" can't hide his cheeky grin when he makes his way right over to the pole standing right in front of his table.

He does as best as he can not to tremble like a little teen when he teasingly curls around the pole, and dances pretty much for him. The audience hooting and whistling for him to do something about it. And then Grimmjow slinks down the pole, all pretty teal skin and curled tail and pretty pink slit, his legs falling open in a flexible squat, back curled and grin just as much, and reaches out with his bare foot to keep teasing him further. And the sight and the foot on his neck, send shivers down his neck and right up his tail; disheveling his clothes and heating him up from his very core until he feels the water around him boil.

"Gimme a treat~" he speaks like hot velvet, voice much deeper than he expected, and that alone startles him with a hot spark right down to his crotch. Everything about him so distracting, that he doesn't quite notice when he went and curled his tail right around his claw, pulling him in right to the edge of his chair, "won't you, stranger?💕"

The only other option would've been to struggle and run like a little coward, and he wanted to, fuck he really wanted to... but somehow, the ache to see more, touch more, had him shily pulling a lollipop out the troublesome little candy bag. Grimmjow's darkened blue eyes following his every move, a quietly amused noice leaving his lips before he pulled again on his arm.

He wishes he could've stopped the scaredy little jolt of his hand when Grimmjow let go of the pole only to reach in too; unwrapping the little jack-o-lantern lollipop and canting his hips with a rather obvious request.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

And his soft hand only guided his when it was obvious he'd need the push; guiding the candy to his puffy pink lips. Making him slick the hard caramel along his entrance and encouraging Ichigo to push it inside.

He might have blacked out for a second there. Quite possibly. When he felt his body give and suck the lollipop in, only the little white stick poking out of him.

And just like that, his tail maneuvered his claw and dumped it half across his lap, making a fool of him while he made a fool of himself; watching entranced as he crossed his leg over and showed off his filled slit. Everyone's hoots and screams suddenly registering back to his brain as they laughed and cheered both of them on; more dog whistles about when Grimmjow reached for the candy and fucked himself with it a couple cheeky strokes. Only to pull it out and bring it up to his lips, to suck his own slick off the treat.

Ichigo's been to strip clubs before, but nothing quite like this had ever happened to him at any of them. Not that he'd ever stayed long.

He's so dazed and tingly all over with the experience, drowned in more music and renewed screams as Grimmjow moves on with his show... that he could've sworn those little wings on his costume had no straps at all.

Find the uncensored version, as well as early access and wips to Aquacity as I draw/write it, on SubStar (link on pinned intro post)✨

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