#the fangs were to big for me and also fell out immediately BUT i loved it

[deklo]

tehe ROCKSTAR LESTAT 😤

my forehead is breaking out. i don’t wanna talk about it

[strsburn]

willing to give ★ ꒰ miguel o'hara ꒱

pairing - miguel o'hara x fem! reader

synopsis - what the two of you have, has never been real, until it is.

see also - you've danced the line between lust, and love with miguel far too many times. what's one more?

warnings - breeding kink, fwb to lovers, biting kink, choking kink, miguel being emotionally constipated, feelings feeling feelings !

notes - watched atsv this weekend, i went for oscar issac & my love for spider-man & immediately fell in love with another fictional man sigh

i might make a part two?? idk it depends on if people like this, i am trying

i took a lot of inspiration from this song

"Cállate el hocico."

You blanch, the dimple between your brows twitching in the familiar notes of anger. An emotion you've come to favor when being in any vicinity of Miguel o'Hara.

"Quitate la ropa."

His voice is tinged with impatience, and you know it isn't a suggestion. You know you could easily leave, rebuff his advances, and be on your way. You've done this dance many times before.

Yet, you only glare as you shed your clothes. Faux annoyance painting your face as Miguel smirks, basking in the fact that despite your words, you always find yourself under him.

"Fuck." You're unable to hold in a gasp as he breaches you, your slick making the glide easy as he fills you to the brim.

He mutters curses underneath his breath as he grasps your hips so tightly, stars burst beneath your eyelids, and you know this is effecting him as much as it is you.

You both moan as his cock touches your cervix, his length reaching places no other man could even come close to. He pulls back, the tip catching on your clit, he meets your eyes, the red hue darkening, looking expectant.

Finding something in your gaze, he tightens his grip, talons digging into your skin, and thrusts. The air is punched out of your lungs as he touches your cervix once again.

He doesn't give you time to recuperate as he picks up the pace, the ridges of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls adding to the pleasure that lights every nerve of your pussy.

You dig your fingernails into his back, dragging them down the arch of his shoulders as he whines feeling the skin break beneath your hands.

"Are you going to come for me, cosa bonita?" He whispers, fangs nibbling on the outer lobe of your ear. You shiver, the low drawl of his voice causing you to clench tighter around his cock.

You open your mouth, trying to form some type of response, but all that greets your ears is your own high pitched cry as he shifts your legs to rest closer to your chest, opening you wider for his ministrations.

In this position he reaches deeper, and all sense of coherence is lost as you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Hmm, you don't have a lot to say now, do you? Too busy being split open on my nice big cock."

He chuckles, the sound dripping with arrogance as he grips your throat, his thrusts becoming unhinged, and animalistic.

You reach a hand for your stomach, moaning as you feel the bulge embedded in your skin, his cock moving beneath it.

You whine as he suddenly pulls out of you, disrupting your climax as the source of your pleasure is snatched.

Before you can complain, he flips you, bending you over the control board as he pushes your head down, adjusting you as if you were a doll made for his release.

The idea further arouses you, and you blush as you feel more slick decorate your entrance.

Miguel must see it, as he chuckles, smoothing a hand down your cunt, fingertips gliding across your lips, bringing back the evidence of your lust

He brings his digits to your mouth, and you oblige, opening your mouth wordlessly as he brushes his fingertips across your tongue, your eyes closing as you taste yourself.

"Así que niña chica." He praises, trailing his fingers across your cheek as you hum.

He leaves a kiss down your spine as he grips your hips, before entering you once more.

His pace is unhurried, careful in his rhythm as he touches your cervix with each movement, his hands caressing your tits between thrusts.

You reach behind you to grasp for his hand, bringing it back to your throat as you feel him twitch inside you.

His fingers curl around your throat firm but not to the point of pain, and you moan as you feel your end approaching.

Miguel is not far behind, and you gasp as he brings you to his chest, his hand trailing low to your clit as he flicks it gently.

"You look so pretty on my cock like this, mi chica bonita. Are you going to come?" He asks teasingly, despite his soft tone.

"Y-yes." You cry out as he ups the pace, the tip of his cock now pounding on your cervix, pulsing with his own impending peak.

"Going to fill this pretty cunt up, get you swollen with my baby." He murmurs under his breath, most likely to himself. Yet the words reach your ears, and you quiver, the dam breaking as your orgasm overcomes you.

You spasm around his cock, crying out as he curses, his hand leaving your throat to grasp your thigh as he continues to thrust in your oversensitive pussy, grasping at his own end.

"W-where?" He pants, and you know what he's asking for, even as he struggles to pull out.

"Inside." You plead, fingers turning white with the grip you have on the control board.

He pants deeply, voice bordering on a growl as he paints your walls with his cum, thrusting softly to make sure none of it is wasted. You feel a sharp sting on your neck, and you gasp as you realize in the throes of your pleasure he sunk his fangs into you.

You tremble as another orgrasm rushes through you at the thought, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

As he pulls out of you, you straighten up, bending to reach for your clothes as you follow the routine the pair of you had developed.

You are no more than an temporary distraction, an aspirin for an ongoing headache, only taken when needed.

No more than that.

A warm hand on your arm disrupts your self loathing, and you look up.

Miguel's gaze is unreadable, hair unkempt from your romp, fangs tainted with your blood.

He looks away from you, as he readjusts his pants.

"There's still things to do." He states, and while a normal person would be offended especially after such an intimate fuck, you recognize the offer for what it is.

You smile, pulling your clothes on, wincing as your shirt catches on the swollen skin of your neck.

As if remembering what he did, Miguel approaches you, fingers trailing the skin softly.

You accept the unspoken apology, resting your hand over his.

Something has changed between you, and you know that this won't be the last time you find yourself underneath him. The notion doesn't bother you too much.

© strsburn | all rights reserved

translations ;

cállate la hocico - shut up

quitate la ropa - take off your clothes

cosa bonita - pretty thing

la buena chica - good girl

mi chica bonita - my pretty girl

[justmeinatree]

A Wet Dream Just Dangling

Summary : vampire harry wants to eat you out.

TW : smut, period sex, oral (f receiving)

Word Count : 1.5k

“c’mon, darling,” harry coos, laying in bed, tangled up with you, using the softness of your tummy as a pillow. “don’t have to be shy with me.”

“harry,” you giggle, biting your lip, “never in a million years would i have thought of doing this.”

“hmm, i could wait a million years, but i’d really rather not,” he grumbles, fingertips gently stroking your skin. “you know it’ll make you feel better, my love.”

“s’embarrassing. and really awkward,” you groan, stuffing your face in a pillow, fingers carding through your boyfriend’s hair.

“nothing to be embarrassed about. totally normal thing,” he turns his head, chin pressed into your skin, peering up at you. “besides, s’not like it’s my first time.”

“that doesn’t exactly make me feel better,” you giggle. 

when you met harry, and inevitably fell deeply in love, you knew there would be a learning curve to dating him. the whole vampire thing being a bit of an adjustment for you. 

in the last 6 months, you’d gotten used to the feeding part of dating him. a weekly, sometimes twice a week, occurrence, that you’d grown to honestly be excited for. the intimate part of it all wasn’t lost on you. if anything, it made you feel closer to him.

so far, the idea of period sex hadn’t come up. that is, until today. your cramps were a little worse than usual, and although you know that sex has helped to alleviate them, you also know that he’s not just asking for sex. he’s asking to eat you out.

“beautiful girl, you’ll love it,” he hums, pecking over your stomach, tongue darting to take a few tentative licks of your skin. 

your taste invades his senses immediately, fangs poking out on their own accord, gently scraping against you, just enough to make a trail of goosebumps follow their path.

“harry,” you whine softly. he knows that whine, knows that what he’s doing is working. and the lower he makes his way down your stomach, kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, the more he can smell you. smell the blood, smell the arousal mixing in. his mind starts going hazy, only able to focus on blood, blood, blood. but more specifically your blood.

“please,” he mutters so softly you barely caught it, fingertips dancing by the waistband of your sweatpants, lips and tongue and fuck, so much harry, ghosting over your hips. “please, will you let me, my love ?” little puffs of warm air tickling your skin.

“do it,” you sigh contently, setting your reservations aside at the pure desperate neediness to his tone. you’re not sure you could have ever imagined your big scary vampire to sound so soft and small, it made you give into him even quicker than usual.

the next moment flies by in a flash, your pants ripped clean off you, legs spread wide, thighs held open with his hands, an animalistic growl echoing from harry’s chest, fangs on full display, dropping down to breathe you in.

“fuck, fuck,” harry groans, his temple resting against your inner thigh, eyes locked on your cunt. you were absolutely soaked. your hormones on overdrive from your period, plus well, day 2 of your period, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen something so fucking beautiful. 

his tongue tentatively pokes out, taking a lick at your sopping folds, harry’s eyes rolling back. “fucking christ, my beautiful girl, can’t-“ he shakes his head, taking another lick, “can’t hold myself back. stop me if it’s too much.”

and with that, he delves in. face instantly pressing into your cunt, tongue darting into you, licking at your inner walls with purpose.

you struggle to keep up with the quickness of it all, your body reacting to harry before your brain has a chance to keep up. with your back arching, a loud moan echoing through the room, you grip into his hair, pressing yourself more into his face.

you can feel the vibration from his groan, your pussy clenching on his lapping tongue. you can feel the bluntness of his fangs encompassing your heat, a slight sting from time to time, when they scrape particularly roughly. you can feel the nipping of his nails in your skin, thighs aching from his strength holding you spread open. 

with your period long forgotten, cramps seemingly swept away with the flick of harry’s tongue, you keep rolling your hips into his face, causing his moans to increase.

harry’s mind is reeling, so far gone, overtaken with the continuous flow of blood. he doesn’t have to pace himself, doesn’t have to worry about taking too much. he can slurp up as much as he likes. add in the sweet taste of your arousal, and all he can focus on is more, more, more.

his eyes flick up to meet yours, the darkest crimson you think you’ve ever seen looking back at you. you note the deep red smeared over his pale porcelain skin, and you feel yourself tug on his hair harder, the sight making your skin prickle. you weren’t sure how this scene could ever be so beautiful, but here it was. and it made your stomach clench. 

you can see the moment harry knows you’re going to cum, his eyes looking at you in recognition, cunt throbbing on his tongue, his mouth moving north for a moment to suck and flick at your clit. instantly, your orgasm crashes over you, back arching, legs trembling against his hold.

and harry’s ecstatic to lick you through it, scooping up the bubbles of blood, a guttural moan vibrating from the depths of his chest, his tongue migrating south again, face following suit.

without a moment to breathe, harry being hyper focused on blood, languidly stroking his tongue up and down and up and down through your slit, from entrance to clit, lapping up the blood, the arousal, the overwhelming sense of you, you, you.

“harry,” you whimper breathily, trying to compose yourself post orgasm, all while still having his tongue scooping from deep inside you. you couldn’t budge your legs at all, no matter how hard you tried to close them, your entire body prickling with heat every time he’d stroke your sweet spot.

your whines fall on deaf ears, harry much too busy with his face buried in your cunt. it was moments like these where he loves that breathing isn’t a problem he needs to worry about anymore. 

so he continues on, sucking and slurping, getting completely lost in the seemingly endless supply of sustenance. so much so, that you’re almost certain he’s completely missed the fact that you’re cumming again.

your moans had gotten increasingly loud, body trembling and wracking in his hands, fingers pulling tight on his hair. your cunt was clenched hard around his tongue, but his muscles were strong, and it didn’t stop him one bit. growling pants coming from between your legs, he flicked his tongue over and over and over against your inner walls.

body covered in a sheen of sweat, you were panting, whining, so fucking overstimulated. and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop him. even with your third orgasm looming, the coil in your stomach tighter than it’s been all night, almost painfully so, you could not stop.

your hips try to lift off the bed, muscles stretching and tensing all at once, an explosion of heat and tingles spreads through you, your cunt at the centre of the storm.

harry groans happily, his mouth working you through your third orgasm, hands sliding from your inner thighs, around to the small of your back, holding you. 

instantly, your legs close on his head, a moan vibrating from harry’s mouth, his hold leaving your back, sliding over your bum, up the back of your thighs, to press your knees into your chest.

and for the first moment since his escapade began, he pulls his mouth away from your pussy, looking at it, admiring his beautiful girl’s most intimate parts. he knows he’s pushed you to a limit, doesn’t have to ask, he absolutely knows you well enough by now. 

he still, however, unable to help himself, takes a gentle lick all the way up your slit, your body flinching in response. “m’sorry, darling. just so pretty.”

heat rises to your cheeks, wiggling your hips, trying to get away from him, as embarrassment, shyness creeps up on you.

and again, knowing you so well, harry notices, shaking his head, pecking against the back of your thigh, knees still pressed to your chest. he takes another gentle lick up your cunt, groaning, “don’t know why you even bother with pads and tampons. fuckin waste of money, if you ask me.”

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Masterlist

tags : @gorlsinmultifandoms @cc-horan

[yayakoishii]

Fangs | Katakuri x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Charlotte Katakuri x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff?

Summary: You catch a glimpse of Katakuri's full face for the first time.

A/n: I finished Wholecake Island arc yesterday and I totally fell in love with Katakuri; I love honourable fighters, and especially ones with a sense of humour! So I wrote this in one sitting suddenly out of nowhere, lol. This fic is based on how I view him, so he might feel ooc to some, but I hope you still like and enjoy it ♡

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"Go give this to Katakuri-sama," your superior handed you his layered scarf. You were still new at your job of tending to the mansion of the Minister of Flour. Actually, you were new to Totto land in the first place, so you didn't even know anyone there very well. Still, you were determined to work hard and make sure you would belong and feel at home in this fascinating land.

"Yes, ma'am!" You carefully picked up the scarf and trotted towards Katakuri's room. You hummed to yourself as you walked, wondering why Katakuri was missing his scarf. You had never seen him without it.

Although you were new here, you felt happy that of all the places you could have been assigned to for work, it was in Katakuri's mansion. The second son of Big Mom was quiet, serious and diligent– but even without saying anything, he was also quite respectful and kind. Even though you were new, you liked working for him.

Everyone said he was the perfect man, someone who never relaxed and was undefeated. You could believe the latter two, but you wondered if he really was perfect. Everyone has some flaws. Maybe no one knew his. But, you felt that even if he was flawed, he would still be perfect because of how he treated you. Though he hadn't gone out of his way to make you feel welcome, you could feel the way he looked out for everyone. He was always supporting and protecting everyone by himself– and there was nothing more attractive than that, in your opinion.

Katakuri's door was open so you leaned in and knocked. "Katakuri-sama?"

The said man was standing in the middle of the room with an identical ruined scarf in his hands with his back to you. You waited for his response.

"Place it on the dresser and close the door before you go," his calm voice sent shivers down your back. It always gave you goosebumps for some reason, but they were the good kind. You said a quick yessir and waltzed in to place the scarf on the dresser. You were expected to do your job and leave but the part of you that had the smallest crush on the sweet commander got you looking into the mirror to catch a glimpse of him before you left.

To your shock, Katakuri was looking at you through the mirror too. Both of your eyes widened and you quickly turned around and bowed a full ninety degrees, crying, "Forgive me, Katakuri-sama! I wouldn't dare to meet your eye!"

There was silence for a few seconds. You stayed frozen, heart beating rapidly. You didn't know what would happen. No one had told you what to expect if you ever made a mistake like this. Was looking him in the eye, when he hadn't told you to, a crime enough to lose your life? You didn't know, but you hoped that he would be kind or even that he would ignore you.

Instead, you felt his long legs cross over to your side. You felt him loom over you to pick up the scarf you had placed and you waited with bated breath. It seemed like he was wearing the scarf you had brought in. Oh. Now that you had gotten over the panic, you realised that you had actually caught a glimpse of Katakuri's entire face for the first time.

"Rise."

He still sounded calm but you could feel the fear shaking you like a leaf. Katakuri was so much taller and stronger than you. He could snap you into two with the flick of his wrist probably. And while that usually was something you would find hot, today it was something that was sending cold sweat down your back. You followed his command, immediately straightening up and staring ahead. You could never meet his eye ever again.

"Look at me."

Great, you internally groaned. While that command would usually make you very happy, today it sounded like the announcement of your execution. Still shaking, you turned to face him and looked up in his eyes with unmistakable fear. You noted that he was wearing the scarf you had brought and it was covering up the sharp fangs you had seen before.

Why are you hiding your cool fangs, Katakuri-sama?

"You want to see my… teeth?" Katakuri sounded shocked. You startled, staring at him with wide eyes. Did he just read your mind?! No, no, this was probably the future seeing power of Katakuri. Which meant you were probably going to end up blurting your thought of wanting to see his cool fangs out.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare to ask that of you," you hurriedly said, clasping your hands close to your chest. Your body wouldn't stop shaking.

"Why do you tremble in fear if you find them…" Katakuri abruptly cut off, looking away from you. At his height, you couldn't see his scarf covered face properly but, you really did want to see his whole face again.

"I am not afraid of your teeth if that's what you were wondering about, Katakuri-sama," you admitted, fidgeting on the spot. "I am just afraid that I may have offended you by looking at you when it is expected of the servants to just do their job and leave."

"Why aren't you scared of my mouth?" He frowned. You blinked and looked him in the eye with more confidence.

"You have given me no reason to fear you, Katakuri-sama," you answered softly, giving him your warmest smile. The action only made his eyes wider. "And… they looked really cool. They suit you well, Katakuri-sama."

No one had ever said that to him. Although not many had seen his uncovered face, Katakuri still remembered what had happened the last time he had been open about it. His teeth were hideous and made him seem monstrous. So naturally, you should be afraid of him. You should find them ugly and be disgusted; and yet, you were standing in front of him, no longer shaking like a leaf, but instead giving him the warmest and loveliest smile he had ever seen. His usually unwavering heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"If, if you give me any punishment, I will accept it," you said, determined. "My only wish is to still be of service to you, if you would let me."

"No need," Katakuri said, looking away from you. For some reason, his cheeks felt unusually warm to himself. "Just make sure never to make any mention of this to anyone else."

"Yes, of course!" You bowed again, feeling relief washing over you. "I am eternally grateful to you, Katakuri-sama! I promise to never make any such mistake ever again. I would never dare to look at you."

"And if…" he hesitated for a second as he pulled down the scarf just slightly to reveal the tips of his biggest fangs. He ended up blurting the rest when he saw the adorable way you tilted your head in curiosity. "And if I want you to?"

You said his teeth were cool right? So, you would still like to see him even without the scarf, right? He was being risky here, showing you this vulnerable, flawed side of himself, but unusually, his heart seemed to trust in you.

"If you want me to," you blushed furiously, giving him a shy smile, "then I wouldn't dare look away."

Katakuri's heart skipped another beat. It really was acting so strange today.

"Can I say something, Katakuri-sama?" You seemed hesitant to say it. Was it something offensive? Had you perhaps changed your mind? Steeling himself to hear it, he opened his mouth to say yes and saw a flash of what you were about to say.

You are really quite handsome, Katakuri-sama.

He froze, mouth slightly opened to utter an affirmation that never came. You were still staring at him nervously, wringing your hands. His cheeks felt even warmer as the seconds trickled by. Then, he cleared his throat and turned away from you so you wouldn't see the way his face was starting to match his hair.

"Perhaps another time."

It was a dismissal and he watched you leave his room. You closed the door behind you, and Katakuri felt his heart collapse into his stomach.

What was this strange fluttering feeling in his chest?

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a/n: I wanna write more for Katakuri so if you have any cute ideas, send them my way! requests are open hehe~

[whinypuppi]

“WHO'S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?”

the original image link here, i'm sorry, i don't know what manga it's from! :(

based on this short — all props go to walt disney, as i (obviously) didn't create the three little pigs nor the big bad wolf!

cw: hybrid pig fem!reader x hybrid!wolf , basically just a nursery ryme turned into a silly oneshot , this is totally stupid but i couldn't get that dumb song stuck out of my head , knots , breeding kink , size kink on both ends , creampie , nipple play , dubcon , extreme amounts of dirty talk , degration & praise , nicknames , slight teasing , reader is a tad bit chubby , dacryphillia , spanking , biting kink if you squint , mating , scenting , claiming , oh my!

you had just finished building your cozy little house out of hay (which your eldest brother who used bricks warned multiple times that it wasn't a good idea), yet you didn't listen. he only cared about you since you were the littlest out of your two brothers, being somewhat of a runt, and also the only female.

playing your little flute as your brother, the middle child, used his violin to create a pretty melody between the two of you, you headed over to the eldests' unfinished home, who was using wet concrete to mold the bricks together. you both leaned against his wooden fence with wide smiles, unable to hide your giggles as you both scoffed at his constant hard work. he never took breaks, either!

“he don't take no time to play, time to play, time to play! all he does is work all day!” you both mocked him, seeing his usual scowl, and knowing he was about to tell you both off.

“you can play and laugh and fiddle, don't think you can make me sore! i'll be safe and you'll be sorry when that wolf comes to your door!” you both couldn't hold back your laughter anymore, hands on your knees as you both fell forward in giggles.

“who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf?! who's afraid of the big bad wolf?” another play of you and your brother's instruments to add to the melody, walking as you did so before locking hands once more.

if only you both noticed the big bad wolf who was ominously hiding as drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth. while you both played along and had fun, you were completely unaware of your surroundings.

he manages to tiptoe a little closer, waiting for you both to approach as you continued your sing and dance.

“who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf, big bad wolf?! who's afraid of the big bad wolf?” the wolf who watched carefully and ran his tongue over his fangs only smirked, knowing you'd both be afraid soon enough.

“i'll punch him in the nose!”

“i'll tie him in a knot!”

“i'll kick him in the chin!”

“we'll put him on the spot!”

neither of you stopped your song, smiling from cheek to cheek as you both sang along before being stopped in your tracks to see the very big and very scary wolf for such a little pig like yourself.

shock immediately came over both of you and you scadaddled, running to your homes as you heard the echo of the wolf's laughter from behind.

your brother ran into his house of sticks, but you tripped before you made it to your own. he nearly caught you. nearly, but you managed to slip out of his grasp and finally run into your home.

after a failed attempt at opening your locked door (that also was blocked off by piles of furniture), he decided to use his voice to intimidate you. he almost found your fear endearing and loved a good chase. “OPEN THE DOOR AND LET ME IN!”

“not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!” you protested, anxiety coating your tone and being obvious with how your voice shook as you spoke.

“I'LL HUFF, AND I'LL PUFF, AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE IN!” he shouted, snarling as he intook huge puffs of air before doing just as he said and blowing your house down. you knew the hay was an obvious a bad choice of protection, but you never assumed the wolf would be a threat, so you didn't worry about it.

you squealed, attempting to run to your brother's house of sticks, but the wolf had a tight grip on your hips and made it impossible to move. his nails dug into your thick flesh as you tried to wriggle away—tears already streaming down your cheeks as you believed you met your unfortunate end.

“lemme go, le—lemme go!” you cried out, weak in his arms as he pulled you close and chuckled darkly in your ear. he inhaled your scent and sent straight chills down your spine, even causing goosebumps to form. how sick would you be if you found that a little...hot?

“ooh, poor piggy.” he played with your curly little tail and trailed a claw slowly up your spine with his other hand. “you smell heavenly. do you mind?” he asked, but he wasn't giving you much of a choice as his long tongue ran against your neck and made you whimper.

“p-puh-please, 'mista wolf—”

“puh puh puh puh what, piggy?” he mocked you, moving a hand up to play with your ears. you went silent upon that, figuring it'd be no use if you begged for your life. “i haven't bred someone in a terribly long time.”

the wolf hinted at what he wanted, making your heart race and a lump build in your throat. “i could let you keep your life. i wouldn't mind having you as my mate. not one bit.”

you debated the idea—he was attractive, after all, but totally dangerous! what would your brothers think? would they shun you? he was also huge, likely in more ways than one. would you even be able to bear his children?

“that little head of yours is running. is that a yes, piggy? time is ticking.” the vibrations of his voice on your neck made you shudder, and his fangs brushed against your pulse just to send a jolt through you. he thought this was a game, no doubt.

“i—i, just...okay. please don't hurt me.” you whispered, hoping he could at least follow through with that. he rolled his eyes, a sly grin playing on his lips. “i won't make any guarantees, but i'd rather not waste any time.”

you didn't get to speak before he was ripping off what little clothes you had, resulting in your nipples hardening as the wind hit them. he was quick to breathe in the scent of your cunt, and you couldn't help but push his head away.

“d..don't do that! 's embarrassing!” you covered your face with your tiny hands and could feel his eyes boring into you. “poor thing...no need to be shy. you look real gorgeous right now.”

you felt a little flattered but bit your lip to avoid moaning when he kneaded your tits and gently squeezed your nipples after tracing your areola. “feel nice? 'm not really one for prep, but i don't want it to hurt too bad.”

your breathing became heavier and you sucked on your bottom lip to distract yourself as he shoved down his baggy jeans, and he wasn't wearing any boxers to take off. he was already erect and pulsing with his cock out of its sheath. you gasped at the mere size and your cheeks felt a little hot. even with him hardly touching you, you felt drenched, and some of your slick was dripping down your thighs.

he didn't waste any time holding onto your hips once again, which made you wince due to the claws that were digging into you just a little while ago. he lined up his spiked, pink cock with your sopping entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds to gather up your wetness. in the process, it bumped against your clit and caused your thighs to clench, yet he held them open.

“don't hide. i like seeing all of 'ya.” you whined softly, wanting him to get on with it and fuck you already. “thought you said you didn't wanna waste time,” you mumbled, pursing your lips.

“rushin' me already, piggy? seeing you squirm gets me off.” you wanted to make a fuss at how straightforward he was, but he was already pushing his leaking cock inside you and making you squeal.

once he got past the tight ring of your pussy, he was able to bottom out, and a groan rumbled out of the back of his throat. he leaned forward to lick further at your neck, even nipping and suckling at your jaw. “taste s'good...”

his voice was a mere murmur, thrusting into you rougher than necessary. his tail swayed and thumped against the ground loudly as he panted in your ear.

each embarrassing plap! from the buck of his hips made your pussy squelch as his ears pinned back against his head and he finally bit a deep wound into your neck—mating you and officially claiming you as his. you didn't mind in the current moment, being cock drunk already, and completely willing to be his mate. he licked the blood from the wound and sped up as your legs came to wrap around his waist. “a—ah... 'mista wolf, too m..muchhh—” your eyes rolled back and you swallowed back your drool, feeling him tap on your cheek to keep your eyes from shutting.

“don't pass out on me now. i know you can take it. almost done.” his knot was popping in and out of your clenching cunt, meaning he was close. “gonna breed this slutty pussy. you like the superior species fuckin' you raw, huh? want my pups?” he teased you between hushed breaths and spanked your ass to get a reaction out of you.

“count.” he commanded, grumbling in your ear, and you hiccuped as fresh tears ran down your cheeks. he liked the sight of your fucked-out expression and pathetic tears.

“o—one, two, three...f-four!—” you were so out of it and overwhelmed by pain of his slaps that you only realized you were cumming when your vision flashed white and you suddenly felt dizzy. “attaaa girl. my own personal fucktoy.”

you babbled in response, hiccuping once more as your nose became runny, and he finally knotted you. his cock was so unbearably deep in you that it felt like a spear puncturing through your lungs and making it impossible to intake the air you needed. with a surprising whine that came out of him as hot ropes of cum spattered your insides, his veiny hand wrapped possessively around your throat.

his body fell limp as he remained inside you, ensuring of your soon-to-be swollen belly that made his cock twitch in you. “mine. all mine, little piggy. 'll give you my pretty babies over and over again.”

[makeyoumine69]

Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~

My little Meow Meow

◥ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │Patrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k

◥ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

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A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.

"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"

Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.

Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "

Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."

"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."

Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.

"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."

"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.

"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."

Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well. 

"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."

"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless. 

With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.

"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me … I beg you!"

You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."

Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.

"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."

"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."

"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."

"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."

Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.

"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."

His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.

[kiiwiigii]

Boudoir pt. i

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Variety is the spice of life right? Especially when bringing your phone into the bedroom.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Blood kink

Word Count: 600+

Requested?: Yes! @pawspurpaw

OMG OMG OMG!!! I JUST HAD AN AMZING THOUGHT COME TO MY HEAD🤭 this isn't really a request more like something I wanna share with you and @lack-lust-3r Ok so imagine this: Modern day like 2016 and so forth phones got better with a better camera, the volturi all have phones to blend in right. An idea comes to y/n's mind and tells alec " let's take pictures" " we already have so many pictures why do we need more?" " these will be for out eyes only" that sparks his interest and asks "what kind were you thinking tesoro" The pictures in question: y/n infront of a mirror and Alec behind them with his hands as a bra🤭🤭 alecs head is in the crook of her neck but showing just enough to see a smirk/smile with his fangs showing. The other picture: same position but instead alec's hand is on y/n's throat and kind of pulling them into him but y/n isn't wearing clothes just lingerie of his choosing of course reffering back to the d/s dynamic headcanon. 🤭🤭 WHOO I need a fan and some holy water

A/N: I don't know if there's enough holy water in the world for you boo. I'm super happy to announce that this will be my first collab and the awesome/fantastical/whimsically other dirty person @lack-lust-3r is my partner in crime!

Also… please don't kill me for the ending you guys. *hides*

"I've been thinking." 

You could see Alec physically suppress a groan before turning around to stare at you with a raised brow. You grinned and raised your new phone at him. 

"We should take some pictures." 

"Darling, we already have so many. Why do we need to take more?" 

"First of all, I'm offended that you even asked that question. Secondly…" Pocketing your phone, you lift your hands to his neck, letting them slowly drag down his chest before standing on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "These will be for our eyes only." 

You feel his hands grab your waist, squeezing lightly. 

"Oh?" His voice was already turning husky. "What kind of pictures did you have in mind, tesoro?" 

The big mirror in your room was coming in rather handy. 

"Mio cara," Alec's voice whispered in your ear, hands coming up to cup your breasts, massaging them lightly and thumbing over your nipples. "You look beautiful." 

His hands provided the only cover up top as you stood ready, looking into the mirror, phone poised. While you had been the one to suggest the idea of couple's boudoir photos, you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. He nosed your neck to the side, his mouth parting to latch onto your neck. A trickle of blood ran down your neck and in between your breasts. You let out a gasp, your thumb involuntarily clicking the capture button on your phone. 

Alec immediately soothed the wound with his tongue, sucking what little venom that had been injected out. You whimpered, the stinging sensation causing goosebumps up and down your body, and your nipples to tighten painfully. Alec took the phone from your hands, looking at the picture briefly in approval before twisting you around, your breasts flush against his chest. 

"I like the idea of this one too, tesoro…" He gave your neck another lick, and more blood began to trickle out. "Now, one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my arm." 

You followed his command obediently, heart pounding and letting out a moan as his free hand traveled down the middle of your back to cup a lace-covered ass cheek. You feel a slight wet sensation that trailed behind his hands.

Alec was smearing your blood down your body.

And you loved it.

He continued to kiss along your neck and shoulder, and your head fell back in a pleasured moan, the wetness between your legs beginning to become obvious.

Click. 

You let out another moan as he gave your ass a light smack, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. 

Click. 

"Kiss me, tesoro." 

You turn your head like the good girl you are, opening your mouth when he demands entrance.  You can taste the copper of your blood.

Click. 

Alec pulls back from the kiss briefly. 

"Spread your legs." 

You spread them. 

Click. 

"Arms up and hands in your hair, darling." 

You lift your arms, extending your torso to accentuate your feminine curves, hands fisting into your hair. 

Alec bends down, one hand on your waist as he begins kissing your hip. 

You gasp and let out a breathy moan. 

Click. 

"Perfect, mio cara." 

"Alec." 

It came out as a whimper.

His hands run over your body as he makes his way back up. 

"I can smell your arousal, darling." 

You let your hands fall back as he turns you back to face the mirror, tossing the phone aside. 

"Look at you." His hands roam over your body, caressing and smearing what little amount of blood that had trickled down. "You are perfect, Y/N. So perfect and mine." 

Fuck. 

You loved it when he got possessive. 

He pulled you flush against him, arm wrapped around your waist while the other one came up to cup your jaw, his thumb edging around your lips before you give it a daring lick and suck it into your mouth. 

Alec groans, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly. 

"I think we need to get you cleaned up, don't you?" 

He begins to slowly lick the blood he smeared along your neck and chest.

Oh fuck. Why is that so hot?

"Come." 

He sweeps you up off your feet before tossing you on the large bed not too far away. You can't help the giggle that escapes you before going to remove your heels. 

Alec stops you. 

"No, keep those." He kisses the inside of your thigh. "The rest can go." 

NEXT

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Well, if you all insist. Here's a cute section for those skk shippers.

Necessary context: this is about a year or so after Vanitas came to Yokohama, so his memories have since returned. Certain other characters from VNC have since made an appearance and some caused issues that won't be spoiled here, but just for the context Naenia *has* hurt Chuuya and made a small impact on his appearance, while also harming him mentally and physically. So this is Dazai trying to comfort Chuuya:

"A puppy?" Vanitas tilted his head, surprised at those words coming from Dazai's mouth- it had been a quiet day at the Agency, so Dazai had asked to borrow Vanitas for what he'd called *personal reasons*. It turned out that Dazai wanted to show his love to Chuuya in a new way, and wanted him to feel better after the last incident they had.

"I'm terrified of dogs, but Chuuya loves them. I want him to be happy, and he put up with so much of my crap." Dazai chuckled, though he was visibly shaking and had grown deathly pale, "I thought maybe I wouldn't be as scared if we got a puppy and raised it so it wouldn't be a vicious monster like the dogs I know."

Vanitas understood that, being afraid of something and worried that it would affect his life if he didn’t get over it. Also he was more of a cat person, so were most of the Agency, as proven by how everyone liked Atsushi. Obviously it wasn't the only reason, but it was a big factor. Humming to himself, Vanitas asked, "Are you wanting to go to the pet store, or..?"

That had been something else Dazai had to think about. He slowly shook his head, "I want to adopt from a shelter. Chuuya would love that, plus even I think it's a good idea, rescuing rather than relying on a possibly sketchy breeder."

Now, Vanitas had come to respect Dazai: he was capable of being cruel and calculating, but he had a heart filled with warmth and kindness, and that wasn't something that anyone could or would ignore. Even when it came to something he hated, Dazai chose the option that was best morally and logically. Yokohama had a lot of strays, so rescue centres were an essential, thus it wasn't difficult to find one. Dazai was terrified, both of the dogs and the thought of this new commitment, but...

Naenia had nearly taken Chuuya from him. He couldn't lose him, not Chuuya. So now, he needed to make sure that he never lost him again, without being manipulative or controlling. Not that anything could truly control Chuuya, he was far too *Human*. Dazai had already fucked up so many times, and it was too much- Chuuya had been the one affected, it was time to fix what he could and ease any pain.

Time froze when a giant grey dog started snarling and barking when Dazai got a little too close to its cage, and he immediately fell on his ass, trying to scoot away while hyperventilating; this was far more than just a fear, this was straight up trauma.

*****

"Stand up and fight, Shūji!!"

Shūji Tsushima was about five years old at this point, standing in a makeshift boxing ring with a metal chain fence circling the entire thing. He and his father were the only people there, but in the cage with him were three dogs at least double Shūji's size. His father was training him to become stronger, he'd said. Shūji wasn't unarmed, he'd been provided a knife, and a gun.

But those snarling fangs had absolutely terrified him, he couldn't even attempt to turn his back and grab the weapons he'd dropped the moment the mutts came out. One had jumped towards him and bit his arm, causing the poor boy to scream and cry, "Father, please help me!!" This wasn't how he wanted to die.

"Pathetic excuse for a son." His father's words was the last voice he heard before he passed out, but the last sounds he heard? Three gunshots.

*****

"Dazai! You're okay, just hold onto me."

That was Vanitas' voice... but wasn't he..?

No. That's right. Shūji Tsushima wasn't here anymore, Osamu Dazai stood in his place, but still had all those same fears, memories and visions. Vanitas was rubbing Dazai's back, slowly guiding him from his panic attack. He did hear the sound of a dog, but no vicious barking, just a whine. Dazai steeled his nerves and looked over at the dog who'd barked, and... it was the one whining. Actually, it looked really sad, like it knew it did something bad.

After taking some calming breaths, Dazai sat up properly and Vanitas reached into his pocket, "I've got chocolate on me, that should help you." The Agency Members always carried some form of snack on them in case Ranpo asked them to tag along, and Vanitas usually carried chocolate, claiming that it was medically beneficial, whatever that meant. However, since Dazai felt better after having a piece, he wasn't inclined to call bullshit.

"...that dog looks sad." It was weak and childish sounding, but Dazai wanted to make sure he was still sort of functioning. Plus, he found himself a little curious.

Vanitas gave him that explanation: that dog was female and had been used for breeding most of her life. She was seven years old, and had only just been rescued, though not before her abusers got one last use out of her. Apparently the name she was given was Viola, and she was expecting another litter of puppies within the next few weeks. It sounded like the sort of sob story that would pull at Sigma's heartstrings.

Once he'd calmed down properly, Dazai decided that after coming this far, he wasn't about to give up now. Vanitas stayed close to him, as they looked around. Animals are more intelligent than some people would make them out to be, and not a single dog barked after Dazai's panic attack. It helped him feel a lot more at ease, and he was able to look at the dogs without breaking out in goosebumps.

Eventually, one large cage caught his attention: the inside was full of puppies that had a mix of tan, white and blueish coloured fur. The mother wasn't with them, and the puppies were clearly a few months old, so they weren't dependent on milk but still very small. Most of them were playing with toys or playfully fighting each other, but there was one who was just... in the corner on its own. It must have been the runt.

Dazai didn't know why, but he found himself kneeling down and while he flinched when he got that runt's attention, he also felt warm inside. Its eyes, one was blue and one was brown, just like Chuuya's! Even in the same positions. The white colour that separated the blue from the tan looked peculiar, it was almost like the shape of lightning bolts, all across its fur. The puppy's ears were tall, far too big for its body, and when it tilted its head at Dazai, its entire body tilted with it, until it fell on its side with a squeak.

"Easy there," Dazai chuckled, carefully reaching out to the cage, letting the puppy catch his scent. The puppy nuzzled his fingers and gave a small lick. Dazai's eyes widened and his thoughts stuttered, *Wait, is this how most people react with dogs? That was so adorable, and I don't think I can leave here without this one.*

"Oh, he never usually goes to people!" The woman who ran the shelter had walked up, having heard about the man fainting in her workplace, "He usually hides in the back away from people. Would you like me to get him out for you?"

Of course Dazai said yes. He was still afraid of dogs, and it would take him forever to recover, but this puppy brought out a reaction that wasn't true terror. She scooped up the puppy and put him on the floor- he scampered up to Dazai, sniffing around him and flopping onto the floor when his ears turned against him again. Dazai smirked again, before stroking his fur, absolutely amazed by how soft it was, he imagined that this was what a cloud would feel like if he could touch them. The puppy yawned and curled up close to him, which sold Dazai completely. After all, if this dog liked Dazai, he would love Chuuya.

However, he looked over at Viola's cage and frowned- all alone in the world and pregnant. Didn't seem fair. Fyodor, Nikolai and Sigma had apparently been talking about getting pets, and while they weren't all on speaking terms, Dazai did keep in touch with Sigma and dialled his number.

*Ring... Ring... click.*

"Dazai? Is everything okay?" Of course Sigma would immediately worry. After giving a brief synopsis of the situation, and the detailed version of Viola's story, Dazai grinned when he heard Sigma's voice become laced with emotion and tears, "Luckily I'm in town. And we did think about getting dogs, so one and some puppies on the way? I think that's that. I'll be right there!"

Dazai laughed when Sigma hung up, likely sprinting here. He told Vanitas, who laughed as well and gave the puppy who claimed Dazai a little stroke, "He's adorable. This one is yours and Chuuya's dog?"

After looking down, and seeing the puppy give him a tail wag, Dazai nodded. This was their dog.

***

"I cannot believe you actually did that." Sigma was walking a cheerful Viola down the street with Dazai, who held a box containing the new pup. He also bought another surprise, but he kept that in his coat pocket.

"Which part? Getting that slug and I a pet, or calling you about someone who clearly needs you?" He teased, but when Sigma had arrived and saw Viola, it was love at first sight. Naturally, Sigma had sent photos to his boyfriends, who practically begged/demanded that he come home with the pregnant dog.

"That you faced your fear so well. And that little one is going to be much happier with you." That made Dazai smile, and he appreciated that thought. "...you are prepared, right? For a dog?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I always plan ahead, I actually bought a bunch of dog stuff and hid them on the top of the shelves and my closet so that the shortie couldn't see them." Ah, how long had it been since he'd had a dig at Chuuya's height? It wasn't a lie, though. Dazai had gotten everything necessary and hid it all from Chuuya so that he wouldn't suspect a thing.

After thanking Vanitas and congratulating Sigma on the new family member, and future family members, he headed back to the apartment. Chuuya should be home by now, so he was thankful that the dog had fallen asleep. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if the gift started barking, would it?

Once he opened the door, he heard Chuuya's voice- he was obviously on the phone, and he sounded anxious, maybe a little annoyed? "...so there's no mistakes? Fuck. No- yes, I'm fine. Just... you're definitely sure? This isn't something that you can-... okay, fine." Chuuya took a breath then cleared his throat, "...thanks, *Doc Glasses*. Bye- *yes* I said thanks, fuck off." He hung up the phone, then saw Dazai and lit up with a smile.

Dazai seemed surprised. Ango and Chuuya definitely didn't like each other to say the least, so for them to have an actual discussion with minimal cursing seemed off. But that didn't matter at that moment in time, as Dazai put the box down and went to hug his partner.

Chuuya was still drained and exhausted after Naenia attacked him, the new white streak in his hair showing and nothing could hide it. Dazai just thought it made him look even more beautiful, which he didn't even realise was possible. After a kiss, they sat on the couch, and Dazai made it clear that Chuuya's business was his own, but Chuuya just scoffed a little, "It's... to do with Verlaine."

Oh. No wonder Chuuya had been pacing. They weren't stupid, they knew Verlaine had been alive all these years, and was their superior at one point. Dazai held his hand and squeezed gently, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not yet, but I will, I promise." Most members of the Port Mafia kept their promises, but the only two who truly kept them were Chuuya and Akutagawa. Sort of.

"Well, no rush. Anyway, I wanted to make you feel better, so I got you something." Dazai pulled out the small box from his coat and handed it over, an idiotic smile on his face.

"What have you done this time?" Chuuya would always be suspicious of any gift that Dazai brought him, since his presents used to be ridiculous in the past: toy slugs, a book about how to train dogs to be obedient, even a rubber knife to replace a real one he once stole then lost on a mission.

Dazai smirked, "Nothing~! It's just a gift to show my appreciation!" When Chuuya went to open it, Dazai quickly cleared his throat, "Ah, but you can't be mad at me."

Chuuya looked at Dazai with furrowed eyebrows, then at the seemingly inconspicuous box tied with a crimson ribbon, "There's not a bomb in here, is there? ...or a stink bug?"

Dazai shook his head, "No, just open it!" When Chuuya finally did, he tried to hide a smirk behind a glare, "What? It's perfect for my loyal dog!"

Inside was a pure black collar, with a tag in the shape of a bone. It didn't have anything engraved on it yet, but that wasn't really what Chuuya focused on, as he half-jokingly called Dazai every name under the sun. "Seriously, 'samu?! A collar?!"

Once he had his fun, Dazai turned serious. He couldn't hold it off any longer, after all. "Chuuya. I do have another gift for you, but I need you to trust me and close your eyes." He blushed when Chuuya *immediately* closed his eyes.

As if to carry on the joke, Dazai had slipped his finger through Chuuya's choker, tugging it slightly in order to pull Chuuya forward for a kiss. He acted as if he was going to completely remove the choker, only to leave it where it belonged and pulled away.

Taking another breath to steady himself, Dazai went to the box and opened it, seeing that the puppy had just started to wake up. His tail wagged at seeing Dazai, who scooped him up, and carried him over.

Swallowing his nerves, he weakly cleared his throat, "O-okay, you can open your eyes now!" Chuuya did, and he froze. Dazai was holding out the tiniest, most fluffy puppy out to him, "Surprise!"

The puppy let out a tiny yap, his tail wagging uncontrollably, and after seeing Dazai give him a look of *please for the love of God, take this puppy out of my hands*, he did, holding him close and letting him sniff, lick and nuzzle him. Dazai had looked really uncomfortable, though it was because he was scared that one wrong move could lead to him getting bitten or something, and yet Dazai was undeniably happy as well, his smile incredibly bright.

He started to cry, he couldn't help it. This was something he'd dreamed about since he learned about dogs, having a puppy of his own. "Is he ours?" He managed to say through his sobbing, which intensified as Dazai nodded. He nuzzled the puppy, who snuggled into him properly, yawning again. "Oh, 'samu. This is the best."

"I wanted to do better with my fear..." He sat with Chuuya and explained everything: the panic attack caused by a frightened Viola, how he was comforted by Vanitas and this puppy, and how they've both now got their forever homes. Chuuya leaned into him and kissed his cheek, making him smile warmly, "Glad to see Chibi thinks I made the right call."

"You really did." Chuuya stayed on the couch, and Dazai retrieved all of the dog supplies he'd hidden- food, toys, a bed, puppy mats, even some medicine in case he ever got sick. Dazai was prepared, and he wasn't letting his fear blind him to the fact that this was a living creature they were taking care of.

They let him roam and explore the apartment, watching him try to climb and run around like a maniac. Chuuya was silently thankful that the puppy didn't have the zoomies, otherwise Dazai would probably faint again. Now there was one last thing to discuss.

The one thing that the shelter didn't do was name the puppies, which naturally meant that the responsibility fell on Double Black. They both took note of the patterns on the puppies fur. Lightening bolts.

Bolt? Cute, but it didn't suit him. Thor? Too generic. Lightening? A bit too long. Zeus? ...actually.

"Zeus is a good name. He's got the lightening patterns, and he's got personality." Dazai couldn't argue with Chuuya's logic, especially since he looked at the puppy and found himself thinking that he *looked* like a Zeus, if that made any sense.

So that was the name they trained him to respond to. And Zeus was welcomed into their home, as a part of their little family. This was how far Chuuya and Dazai's relationship had come, and they loved it, just as much as they both grew to love their little Zeus.

*****

AN: *Psst.* This is what Chuuya looks like from this point, drawn by my cousin, HisDarkDisgrace on AO3:

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Part 2 Papa Phum and Baby Sea

-Living together was more than a best idea, Sea started warming up to phun alot. It's been a month already and Sea was no longer the shy quite kid, He would ask a lot of questions to phum. And he absolutely loved all the stuff toys and plushie but the puppy was he is most favorite one. Both phum and Sea fell into a routine of phum telling him a bed time story.

-Sea was also getting closer to peem, Peem would buy sweets for Sea everytime he visited, he would also bring toys and books for the kid. And Sea slowly started to ask peem questions and got closer to him. However he still needed phum around. Today though was a big challenge , TanFang came to visit unannounced, while it didn't bother phum before and not now too, but Sea was scared to meet the new people, he hid away immediately behind phum, refusing to leave his side. Phum took Sea to their room to help him calm down and ease his worries. While Peem tried to explain the situation to TanFang.

"YOU KIDNAPPED A KID, AYY PEEM!!" Tan exclaimed dramatically. "Ayy Tan shut your mouth." Peem said, as he tried to explain the situation. After the explanation, "Ayy Friend, we are sorry to come announced" Tan said. "Right, sorry about that..." Fang said as well. And the same time phum came carrying sea who was hiding his face with the puppy plush holding onto phum's shoulder tightly. "That's my Phi and my friend" phum said to sea quitely. TanFang gave a smile to the kid who quickly hid away. "Sea, won't you introduce yourself?" Phum asked softly and received a small shake of head. "Sorry phi.." Sea mumbled on phum's shoulder. "It's okay sea, no one is mad here.." phum reassured the kid, patting his back. "Well we won't disturb you guys anymore, Don't worry guys have fun~" Tan said, holding fang's hand. "Yea don't worry we will visit late..." Fang gave a small nod to phum as a reassurance and Tanfang left them alone.

-"Are you okay, nong" phum asked sea quitely. "Sorry phi..didn't mean to be rude." Sea apologised quitely, guilty for being rude to the guests. "It's alright nong, you were just scared" peem reassured him, patting his head. "You still good enough to come out here, nong" Peem patted his head.

Three weeks later...

-It was university's first day, Phum dropped sea back to the orphanage and promised to pick him up later with p'peem. Phumpeem didn't yet tell anyone about sea, who was now closer to Tanfang, liking his weird P'tan.

-Peem and Gang decided to have a reunion party at peem's place tonight, and peem couldn't refuse, phum did say it was fine but peem wanted to be with phum and Sea. But after a lot of presuading, he went to the party. However his thoughts were drawn back to phum and Sea.

-"What wrong Hia peem?" Toey asked worriedly. "Ayy peem what's wrong?" Q also asked noticing the spacing out of peem. "Nothing's wrong.." peem laughed nervously, walking away to get a drink. Tan went behind him once the other got busy teasing chainpun. "Missing your husband and kid, or should I wife and kid?" Tan teased as he filled himself a glass. Peem glared at him, "Ayy Tan–" "Sorry friend, but you look so lost, what's wrong..." "Nothing much, Sea had a little cold in morning and I didn't want to leave phum and him alone" He replied, thinking about them again. "Ohh is nong okay?" "Yea he is fine just normal cold, cause someone decided to give him extra ice cream" He glared at Tan, who laughed nervously. "Well he called me his favorite phi and gave me those puppy eyes I couldn't resist..." Tan defended himself. Peem shook his head. "Let's go before we get asked more questions..."

-while with phum and Sea, Sea was cuddled up to phum who just finished telling him the story, he was now stroking his hairs as Sea slept peacefully. Sea was really good kid, He didn't even get fuzzy when eating medicine. Although he did ask for sweet right after. Phum smiled as he noticed little changes in sea's habits, like using his puppy eyes and sweet voice to get something from Tan and Peem especially Tan who was so easy to melt. It was so much alike him as Fang said. However He was still able to resist Sea's puppy eyes, but he still never said no to the little boy.

-Phum smiled and pecked sea's forehead, covering him up with blanket and going to sleep with him too. Sea was close to him, peem and now tanfang too. He wad slowly starting to open up and trust others and got a lot more chatty and happier, smiling and giggling at Peem and Tan's playful banter and his and peem's sweet bickering too, even adding some comments here and there. It all felt so natural to phum and he was enjoying every bits of their new life.

[hopewriteszstuff]

Chapter 2: The Borrower and The Monster

First chapter here:

Tags: @the-ellia-west

I look up at the big human who found me, He can't be talking to me now, can he? Then I realize that there's nobody else but me and him.

The big human's name is Lumen, I think it's a weird name for a human, but it's also very nice.

The other human was really scary, and mean too.

Mr. Lumen's eyes were grey, like when the sky is cloudy before it rains, and also like cement, it makes me nervous that he is looking at me, But it also feels safe. Like someone was making sure I won't get hurt?

He looked weird, his face was wrapped, like a mummy, I don't remember anything but his eyes and face.

"Let's begin with something simple first, What's your name?"

His voice was all around me, I thought for a while if I should answer or not.

A borrower shouldn't reveal themselves, I already did but I shouldn't reveal more than that..right?

I don't trust you yet, you can't have my name.

I take steps away from the human, then I realize there is a wall behind me, so I hug myself and look away.

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She is being uncooperative, I wonder what Arsen did to her.

I stand up and walk around the room, trying to get my thoughts in order, until I was able to figure out something.

Perhaps if I fed her, she might talk? The more I think about it the more I feel that I'm interrogating a mouse or a feral kitten.

Regardless, I don't have any better ideas, so I walk to the kitchen cabinet and rummage through it, seeing what I can find.

My hands hit a carton box, and the familiar, lovely noise of plastic wrappers crinkles under my grip.

Chocolate cookies, my beloved.

I snatch one packet from the back and try to hide the box again, Arsen will fume at the idea of bringing such an unhealthy, sugar-packed snack to our apartment, but I deserve to satisfy my sweet tooth now and then.

I walk back to the glass cage, and I open the packet.

The little one perked up immediately at the noise, so I take one cookie and break a small piece for her, emptying the rest of the packet into my mouth. I made sure that no crumbs fell or stayed on my fingers.

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He..he ate the whole thing! Just like that!! His mouth is big..his teeth are so..sharp.. huge.

His fangs are as tall as me! Are all humans like that?! He...

He could eat me if he wanted to, I could fit right there and it won't take him a second.

I stay as far as I could from his hands.

He..did share with me though, he had so many chances to hurt me and he didn't, maybe he is just big like that? Maybe?

My heart and my brain are confused and are fighting, my brain says that I should run away or I will be hurt Or killed.

But my heart says that if he had this many chances to hurt me..eat me even..and he didn't, why would he now?

He also ate the whole thing, so it's probably not poisoned Or spoiled.

I take a mouthful of the thing he gave me.

Chocolate! I never get to eat it! The only time I ever had this was when papa brought it home once.

Mama..papa.

I miss them...

"May I have your name now, little miss?"

I look at him and I answer with my mouth full.

"Hmmm....Navarra!"

"Navarra?" He repeats.

"Yes! My name is Navarra!"

I see him smiling, a small smile but it's still a smile!

I did a good thing, right? He looks happy, so it means I did a good thing!

"You have a beautiful name, Navarra"

He said my name is beautiful! Maybe he IS a nice person if he is so polite to me.

"Where is your family? Your home?"

Oh..family.

I..I was with them this morning, and then..they came...they took away everyone.

My eyes hurt now, it hurts to remember, I want to cry, I shouldn't cry, I can't cry in front of a stranger..no..not now.

I try eating more, but I feel sick, And it hurts.

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I should have not asked that, I should have stayed quiet, now the poor girl is crying because of me.

"Oh dear, I apologize if it's something you don't want to talk about."

But it was too late, she already broke into tears, what shall I do? What do I do?

I tap my foot as I think of how do I calm the borrower down. I don't want to get too close so I won't scare her.

But she is so small, and fragile, and the urge to just keep her close to my heart and protect her was overwhelming me. She surely must prefer being somewhere warm instead of being in a cold hamster cage, right?

I open the cage and reach inside it, leaving my palm open for the little one to climb on.

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No!! No!! Stay away! Stay away from me!!

Wait...why isn't he grabbing me? His hand is just open.

He was wearing gloves, his hands were big, and his fingers were thin and long...Like spider legs. Creepy!

I look at his eyes, I forgot how nice they were, and he nods at me like he was telling me it's alright to get in, so I give him the crumb I was eating, and I climb too.

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Here she is, in my hand, leaning on my thumb for support.

I finally understand what being gentle truly means, I have to be strong so I can offer safety to this little one, and be her protector and shelter.

I am holding a very precious creature, and I hope from the bottom of my unbeating heart that I am worthy of this little creature's trust.

As soon as I feel the impossibly tiny hands on my own, I smell blood from her. A powerful urge comes over me. At first, it was as if I wanted to hug the little one and absorb her.

Then it became more monstrous, thoughts that weren't my own. I try my best to ignore it as it pooled inside my guts.

If I can just, put the little creature in my mouth, and swallow her, she will never feel any of this pain again, and if I was as big as a house to her, then I should act as one, she is such a small creature that it wouldn't take a second. Come on, Lumen, you haven't eaten anything in a while, isn't she just so cute you could just scoop her and eat her? Don't you just want to keep her as close as you can? She already went through too much, she doesn't deserve to suffer more, she deserves for you to love her, make her a part of you, embrace her, and cherish her.

These blasted thoughts, that damned beast inside me, Shut it! Zip it!

I shake my head and try to ignore it, instead, I focus entirely on the girl in my hand, Navarra.

I bring her closer, and only silence was heard for a moment.

"Don't hesitate to tell me if you aren't comfortable or if you are scared."

I remind her, and she nods understandingly, although she refused to continue eating, only looking upwards at me.

I look into her innocent, trustful eyes. But I didn't dare to keep looking, I don't deserve to be looked at with such hope, the most innocent and hopeful look I have ever seen, it was...

..wrong.

"Dunno where my family is.." She breaks the silence.

"I think they are... far away now"

"Where am I anyways?"

"New York, A very big city"

"And this is me and my brother's apartment, it's where we live.. and for now, it will be where you live too."

The girl looked around her when she was told she will live there.

"But..but_"

"I know you would prefer to be home now, but like you just said, home is far away now."

"I promise I will try my best to bring you back home, or at least find you another."

She sulks and I can feel the weight of her emotions on me as she just refused to speak further. She lets out a sigh and lays down, to which I tense at first, but then I allowed myself to relax for her sake.

I still wonder why is she so comfortable with me, especially that she was frightened at first.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you."

"It's ok, don't be, it wasn't your fault."

A little hand is gently touching my fingers as if reassuring me.

Bless her, she has a beautiful heart.

"You seem unsure of what to do next." I try to start a conversation.

"I dunno what to do. I was always with my family, this is my first time being alone."

"And it hurts, it really hurts. I just wanna go home again."

I sigh deeply, I want to tell her that was nearly impossible to go back to her family. There was a lot I can't help but think about, like how I probably shouldn't be holding her in my hand like this.

But do I want her to go through that?

At the end of my thought stream, I finally decided that we will cross these bridges when we get to them and that for now, I should focus on learning more about her.

"You speak well, Navarra," I tell her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well.."

I shove the plastic wrapper that I promptly forgot about into my pocket, then I point at the book next to me.

"It says here that your kind speaks a language that humans can't hear, yet you can speak to me as I speak to you, in perfect, clear English."

"...Papa taught me to speak human."

"He said that we don't hate humans, we learn from them, we are a part of their lives just like they make our lives.."

"But humans won't get it..and it's why we hide from them."

She pauses a bit.

"..Mister, Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, little one."

"Why..why do you and the other mister look different from other humans?"

"That is..not an easy question to answer."

Fuck, I knew this was coming, but it still hurts to hear her from her mouth.

This will be quite tricky to explain.

[daryldixonsdoormat]

Jake Sully is so “Big Jet Plane” by Angus and Julia Stone.

I wanna hold her

I wanna kiss her

He had two jobs while he was in pandora, get intel of the Navi tribes and learn their ways for Graces studies. One person can’t predict to fall in love, Jake knew what the Omaticayan people thought of him. Jake Sully was demon blood, a outsider, but most of all he’s not true Navi. The chiefs daughter was instructed to teach Jake the Navi way, she took pride in her teaching and simply refused the possibility of failure. She was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, nothing could compare to her. Jake was engulfed by her presence everyday of his life and he couldn’t be more happy. Grace told him to not make a pass on you because it would be considered to be disrespectful, but he was drawn to you. He was drawn to the freckles across your face and that rare smile that shows your pointy fangs. Everything fell into place when the clan accepted him as a Omaticayan, so now he will be heard and maybe even seen.

She drive me crazy

She drive me crazy

“They sent me here to learn your ways. So one day I could bring this message and you would believe it” you push him back a little bit by his harm holding him there and drawing his attention to you. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion try to make eye contact, “What are you saying Jake? You knew this would happen?”, your hands move away from his body, realization dawning on you. He looks directly at you unwavering, “Yes at first it was just orders” his heart breaks a little bit when you back away from him looking wounded. His hands reach out for you as his voice drops to a almost whisper, “And then everything changed ok? I fell in love, I fell in love with you” his hands falling in your shoulders. Your eyes drop from his looking down, your ears tilting downwards in sorrow, “w-with the forest and the Omaticayan people” he says smiling trying to fix the betrayal. You push him back a little, smacking at his arms lightly not daring to make eye contact with him, “I trusted you” you say backing away. His hands follow you again but still they get moved, “ I trusted you” you say louder smacking his arms again but harder this time. He continues to speak trying to win you back to stop this pain. You yell at him in Navi tongue looking him in the eyes before shielding away, you shove him back hitting his chest glaring. “You will never be one of the people!” you grit out at him almost shaking with anger and despair. “Please, please” Jake pleads voice cracking watching you flinch away from him. Grace tried to speak on his behalf earning nothing but dirty looks.

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane

Many Navi lives were lost in the war against the sky people Jake did everything he could in the time he was cut loose from captivity. The next time he seen you was in the middle of the forest your body thrown over your fathers. You blamed him for everything in that moment, the destruction of your home, the death of your father, and the oblivion of your trust. The only thing that could bring you back to him was a sign of eywa herself. Jake being Toruk Makto was the sign. After the Omaticayan people won the war the pairs relationship was so much better. Of course things changed in regards to the growth of the forest and also Jake being the new chief.

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

He was aiding you through the pregnancy of your first born. The first trimester was the hardest for Jake to help through. The morning sickness was so painful to watch, Jake couldn’t stand seeing his mate cry out from disgust. When he would hear the gagging every morning before he was usually awake he would immediately run further into the forest to find you. He sighs in relief seeing that you are ok, yet he still grimaces seeing you hunched over breathing ragged. Jake sits by you every morning paying no attention to the sickness displayed on the floor. He will hold your hair up and rub your back whispering sweet nothings into your ear until your done. You’ll take a moment, no longer dry heaving into the grass but then emotions over take you every once in a while. You start breaking down sobbing still hunched over your face too close to the ground for Jake to handle. He pulls you into his lap your head resting on his chest, “Hey hey, no need for the tears hmm?”. Your hands grasp onto his shoulders as he rocks you back and forth in attempt to comfort. “Please don’t cry baby, your breaking my heart” he says smiling down at your rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You quiet down and lay in his embrace until you fall asleep again leaving Jake to carry you back to bed.

Gonna hold ya,

Gonna kiss ya in my arms

Your son Neteyam was beautiful and he was so kind and mature at a young age. Neteyam brought you and Jake so much pride and he was so protective of his siblings. Neteyam always told his parents how much he loved family time so that’s what the family did. The family would go out a skip rocks together Lo’ak hitting Neteyam pretending that it was a accident. Jake scolds Lo’ak trying not to laugh at Neteyams bewildered facial expression. “It’s ok Lo’ak” Neteyam jumps onto Lo’ak tackling him and ticking him until he surrenders which take a few minutes considering how stubborn he is. When the night goes dark everyone lays in the same hammock Jake holding everyone securely. He has to feel everyone touching him to ensure they are safe before he can truly fall asleep and stay that way. Jake letting Kiri, you and Tuk braid his hair and put beads in them. Eventually Lo’ak and Neteyam will cave and ask their sisters and mother to fix their hair. All the children watch their father burn food when you’re out on a hunting trip. Jake extinguishes the fire and then tells all the children to come close to them, he bends down and tells them “to never bring this up to your mom”. Kiri will stick her tongue out at him and the rest of the children will laugh leading to Jake chasing them all around and holding them close. Family Ikran rides through the air everyone discussing how hard they banked to the right. Neteyam finding everyone in his family matching stones to symbolize “sullys stick together”. Self defense classes with Jake and Neteyam always winning at fights.

[space-sweetheart]

new neighbors

pairing(s): dean x vampire!john seed/self insert x canon character (gift for @derelictdumbass)

summary: dean gets notified they have new neighbors by the youngest brother of the vampire coven.

warning(s): werewolf slander 😔 bc of john smh

a/n: AU that doesn't have a name yet my beloved <3 ajsjsjsjsj I might write more for this AU bc I actually enjoy it tbh. also ooooo who are the new werewolf neighbors? 👀 uh oh 😳 I sense possible trouble ajsjshshsh

dean cursed under their breath as part of their pant leg got caught on the branch of a fallen tree. sure, exploring the woods at night with nothing but a faulty flashlight(the damn thing had already flickered off once or twice) and a phone with cell service that went in and out constantly might not be the smartest or safest idea.

but it definitely beat sitting in their cabin with no internet connection. hopefully, they'd be able to get that fixed by sometime tomorrow.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you. a pack of flea ridden mongrels just moved in."

the unexpected voice gave dean a momentary fright before they let out a long suffering sigh when they realized they recognized the voice. dean swung their flashlight around before shining it right into the face of the voice's perpetrator.

john seed.

a vampire who lived in the woods behind dean's cabin. oh yeah, not only did he live there, apparently his entire vampire coven did too. when dean had bought the cabin they hadn't expected such... undead neighbors. they hadn't expected neighbors at all actually.

and wait a second, did he just say "a pack of flea ridden mongrels"?... werewolves???

"are you telling me there's now a pack of werewolves living in the woods behind my cabin as well?" the question fell from dean's mouth in shock and slight irritation.

"Yep!" john happily replied, popping the p at the end. though dean was sure he wasn't as happy about that information as he was pretending to be, especially if the "flea ridden mongrels" comment just a few moments ago was anything to go by. nope, he wasn't happy at all he was just trying to annoy dean. it was working.

"they moved in not too long ago. pissing all over the trees, marking their territory. all that good stuff."

"do werewolves actually pee on trees?" dean doesn't even know why they asked. of course werewolves don't pee on trees(...most likely anyway). john was just being his typical asshole self.

the smirk never left john's face as he simply shrugged. "I dunno," he did know, the liar. he just didn't want to give dean an answer. "but it reeks of wet dog over here. so why don't I walk you home? wouldn't want the big bad wolf to get ya." his smile widened, showing off a pair of sharp fangs as he held out a clawed hand in invitation.

dean huffed but accepted his offer anyway. "you're worse than any big bad wolf out there." they mumbled, john's hand was cold to the touch, but the way it gently wrapped around theirs, careful not to nick them with his sharp nails, made their heart beat a little bit faster. they were sure the bastard could hear it. screw him and his supernatural senses.

"awwww, sweetheart, if I could blush my face would surely be blood red right now." john's grin then turned wicked, ha when was the man's grin not wicked? dean thought grumpily as they mentally prepared themselves for whatever john was going to say next. "but then again, I suppose you're blushing enough for the both of us, and I must say red is a lovely color on you." he practically purred near dean's ear.

the reaction was immediate, dean raised the hand that wasn't held in john's careful grip and smacked him repeatedly on the shoulder. and john cackled through the rest of the walk.

at least dean's neighbors would never be boring.

[caroldantops]

we should just kiss (like real people do)

ship: orc!carol x reader

summary/request: there are pros and cons to having a big beefy orc girlfriend

word count: 842

warnings: smut (18+), mentions of alcohol, dom!carol, sub!reader, edging, overstimulation, hella size kink, carol’s kind of a himbo tbh, himbo4bimbo energy, honestly pretty fluffy. you’re just stupid idiots in luv <3 

masterlist | ao3 link | monsterfucker celebration masterlist

Dating an orc came with its pros and cons.

Cons: Carol eats more than three people combined, leaves her weapons all over the goddamn floor, and takes you to orc pubs where all her friends seemed to want to take a bite out of you (alright, that last one isn’t too bad.)

Pros: green is a cute color, she’s got the cutest fangs that peek out from her lips, and she’s big.

Really big.

Like, fucking huge.

Carol is even tall by orc standards - you’ve seen her stand next to some of the male orcs and she isn’t that much shorter than Steve, who’s an absolute mountain of a being. So compared to you, she looks enormous. The fact that she’s constantly working out to tone her already bulking muscles aids that too. Her bicep is bigger than your head.

You know, both of you measured it.

Carol’s friends always tease her about how she fell for the lost little human that stumbled upon their village on a hiking trip. Some of the more crass ones (which is a lot; orcs are much ruder than humans) joke about how they could crush you with one hand or how cute your skull would look mounted above their fireplace. It doesn’t bother you, though, because they always end up with a broken nose after Carol’s done with them.

Plus, both you and Carol like your size difference. Carol appreciates how small you look and how cute you are when you reach your arms up to try to tug her down for a kiss. And you love to wrap your arms around her waist and snuggle up against her massive body.

In fact, one of the ways you first flirted with her was while you were drunk off of the mead they’d offered you, and you made her hold up her hand to your own and you giggled about how big her hands were.

Carol ended up taking you home that night - not to fuck you, but to make sure none of the others hurt you.

You practically proposed when you woke up the next morning, but when you smelled whatever horrid meat she was cooking you for breakfast you had second thoughts.

She always brags about that night, telling everyone how she swept you off of your feet. To which you roll your eyes and just say you were into her because she had nice hands.

Which isn’t wrong.

How can you help yourself when all it takes is two fingers for your cunt to feel stretched out, filling you more than any toy you’d ever fucked yourself with? As much as Carol enjoys fucking you with her equally massive strap-on, nothing quite compares to carefully pushing another finger into you, feeling your walls clench and pulse around her.

It also makes it easier to know when you’re about to cum, so she can pull away from you and laugh at how you whine and cry, “Carol, please, let me cum.”

“C’mon, little one,” Carol hums, carefully stroking your body, leaving trails of your own wetness across your stomach. She loves you like this, bringing you to edge over and over again, taking time in between to run her hands over your soft curves. It was so different from her own hardened-by-battle body, she couldn’t help but be enamored with you. “You can take one more, can’t you?”

“Maybe,” you pout. “But I need to cum.”

“Need to, eh?” Carol laughs, kissing your sweat-soaked forehead. You nod and pull her down for a kiss. You can feel her chuckle into your mouth at your neediness, and she eagerly swallows your moans as she pushes her fingers into you again, thrusting hard and fast so that you’re almost immediately on edge again. To your delight, as she pulls away from the kiss, Carol mutters, “Cum for me, little one.”

Her words send you tumbling over the edge, clenching around her fingers and shuddering with your release. Carol doesn’t stop fucking you, curling her fingers hard against your g-spot and whispering encouragement into your ear.

“You said you needed to cum, didn’t you? Too much for you now, sweet little thing?”

Your second orgasm hits you hard, and you almost cry at how sensitive your poor pussy is. Carol doesn’t take mercy on you, still fucking you just as hard and fast and before you’ve even processed your second, your third hits you.

With this one, you feel a gush of wetness from between your legs, and if you were more aware you’d be impressed with how much you squirted for Carol. She seems satisfied as well, finally bringing you down slowly from your high.

“Good pet. So good for me.” You pant with exhaustion, watching Carol bring her fingers to her mouth and moan at the taste of your juices. “Maybe my friends were right about wanting to devour you. You are delicious.”

“Do you have to make that joke every time?”

“No, but I do anyway because it makes you laugh.”

“Shut up, meathead.”

[aquagirl1978]

heya! i hope you’re doing well! I absolutely loved the hc of ikevamp Leonardo and Arthur getting frustrated with mc but reconciling after some hurt feelings and space but i was wondering if you could do it where the roles are reversed so mc is mad at them? and possibly add le comte & vlad to the mix of you feel comfortable writing them? ( i wanna make sure i’m not overstepping your guidelines) also i know your more invested ikemen prince which also slays ✨💖 lol so if you want you can write something more loosely similar for characters of your choosing like a small drabble or something if you desire to or feel up to it. Thank you sm! Have an amazing day! !! ❤️❤️🎀✨🌙💛

Hi @iheartgirlymcs111 - I'm so glad you loved those headcanons! Sorry this took me a while to get to (I'll blame summer vacation for going by so fast!). It took me some time to think of some scenarios, but I hope you like this. (And while my blog does tend to lean towards Prince, I do actively read Vamp - and gladly accept requests for Vamp!)

IKEMEN VAMPIRE HEADCANONS - MC REACTION TO BEING MAD AT SUITOR (ARTHUR, LEONARDO, COMTE, VLAD)

Arthur Conan Doyle

"Why do you always have to tease Isaac?" you asked pointedly, hands on your hips.

Arthur looked at you over his coffee mug, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Every day, you pick on Isaac."

"But he likes it!"

"No, Arthur, he doesn't. Don't you notice how quiet he gets? How he often leaves the room to get away from you?"

Arthur put down his mug. He got out of his chair and approached you - but you pushed him away.

"A hug and a kiss will not solve this." Arthur looked down at you, a frown marring his face. "Pouting won't help either."

Sighing, you walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are going?" Arthur called out, following you.

"To my room. Please don't follow me." Arthur sighed, but obeyed your wishes, returning to his mug of coffee.

Alone in your room, you sat with your thoughts, wondering what you could do about this situation. Sighing, you fell on your plush bed, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would soon come and ease your thoughts.

You weren't sure how long you were napping, but a persistent knock at your door woke you.

Before you could answer it, Arthur opened the door a crack, popping his head inside. Crossing your arms, protecting your heart, you returned to your bed.

"Listen, luv," Arthur said softly. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that." Your ears perked up at his words; you tilted your face towards his, curious to hear what else he had to say. He reached out for your hand, which you tentatively gave, the walls in your heart gently crumbling.

"I thought about what you said.... And as much as I hate to admit, you are right. I can be..." His big blue eyes searched yours, hoping he hadn't ruined what you had, that he could salvage things. "I can be better."

Your heart filled with warmth hearing his words. You always knew Arthur was a good man. Now he just had to figure that out, but you would always be there, happy to help him figure that out.

Leonardo da Vinci

"Leonardo, ahh.... Please don't stop."

Leonardo's teeth grazed your delicate skin, his mouth fastened to your slender neck. In the heat of the moment, he moaned against your skin, your fingers carding through his dark locks as his fangs descended.

As if doused with a bucket of ice water, Leonardo rolled off you immediately.

Disappointed, you wrapped yourself in a sheet, your body still breathless.

"You don't need to stop every time..."

Leonardo shook his head. "No, cara mia. I have to."

It broke your heart to see your love so conflicted - you were aware that the closer the bond with a vampire, the higher their desire, their need to drink from their lover. You also knew his deep desire to never pass this curse onto you - he never wanted you to lose your humanity.

But Leonardo wasn't the only conflicted one - you once had wanted to be turned. But that option was taken from you, ripped from you. Without consultation or debate. Most times, this did not bother you. But sometimes, like tonight, it did.

You climbed out of the bed; collecting your clothes, you began to get dressed - which was no small feat considering the state Leonardo kept his room in.

"Where are you going?" His amber eyes wavered with sadness as he reached out to you.

"I think it's best if I leave for a while." You turned and walked out of his room, making your way to the kitchen.

Once in the familiar surroundings of the kitchen, you made yourself a cup of tea. As you drank the warm tea, your mind filled with sweet memories of Leonardo.

Deep down, you knew he had your best interests at heart - even if sometimes, the thought of losing him sooner than later made you dream of eternal life.

By the time you were done with your beverage, your heart told you to return to your love. Grabbing a bottle of Rogue from the cabinet, as well as a clean glass, you made your way back to Leonardo's room.

Opening the door, you heard the soft sounds of a sleeping Leonardo. Your heart smiling, you made your way to the bed.

"Cara mia?" His voice filled with sleep, he reached out for you; this time you let him in, allowing him to pull you close. He took the glass from your hand, carefully filling it with the life-sustaining substance.

He drank quickly, for now it was time for you two to properly make up after your fight.

le Comte de Saint Germain

"Ma cherie, your dress for tonight is laid out on your bed."

"My dress? For tonight?"

"Oh," your lover said, his voice innocent and sweet. "I must have forgot to tell you. We were invited to a ball this evening..."

"Another ball..." you muttered under your breath.

Immediately picking up on your change, le Comte tilted your chin towards him with his thumb. "What's wrong, ma cherie?"

Sighing, you debated how to tell him how you felt - how do you say to this wonderfully kind, generous to a fault, sweet, loving man that you feel suffocated?

"Comte," you said, the pressure in your heart building. "When do I get a night with just my boyfriend? No balls. No dancing. No fancy gowns."

"I thought you liked this..."

"I do... but it's a lot. I'm feeling...."

"Do you not like the dresses? We can get you some new gowns."

Closing your eyes, you hoped your heart wouldn't beat right out from your chest. "Comte, it's not just the dresses. I want a boyfriend. Now a father parading me around to all the nobles."

Comte looked crestfallen at your words. "Is that how you see me?"

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to my room." You stood up and walked to your room, leaving the love of your life lost and confused.

Walking into your room, you found the ball gown spread on your bed; the gown was shades of golden honey, reminiscent of your love's eyes, the perfect shade for an autumn ball.

Flopping on the bed, careful not to disturb the gown, you wondered if you had overreacted perhaps. Comte was different from you, this was true. There would always be a part of him you didn't fully understand due to those intrinsic differences.

For some unexplained reason, you found your fingers dancing along the fabric of the gown, the many layers of gold reminding you of your love.

As if compelled to do so, you found yourself changing into the golden gown. You quickly pinned your hair up and put on your favorite necklace. As ready as you could be, you ran off in search of le Comte.

You found him on the balcony, the scent of cigarillos still fresh in the air. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his eyes widening when he saw you dressed.

"I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I changed my mind." You looked around nervously, glad that he was out here alone. "If it isn't too late..."

"It's never too late, ma cherie." Comte approached you, a bright smile spread on his lips as he swept you into his arms in a tight embrace. "But I don't think I can share you tonight. Let's stay home tonight, we can dance here."

Vlad

As soon as you saw him headed towards the withering bud, you ran, stopping in between Vlad and the rose.

"Vlad! You cannot keep plucking any and every bloom you think is decaying."

"And why not?" he asked gently. He reached his hand out, his fingers stroking the browned petals. "This one is sick, it will ruin the rest of the bush."

"It still has life in it." You pulled his hand away, your eyes glaring daggers at his. "If you keep this up, you will be left with a garden of nothing. It will all be gone. Do you want that?"

"No. But if I leave the diseased one...."

You threw your hands up in frustration. "I cannot listen to this. I'm going back to the mansion."

The heavens chose that moment to open up and unleash a downpour of rain; Vlad looked at you sadly as you turned and walked away, making no movement to try and stop you.

During the carriage ride home, you stared out the window at the pouring rain as you wiped the tears from your face.

Before you wanted it to, the carriage arrived at the mansion, your tears still wet on your face. After thanking the driver, you stepped out and saw Vlad waiting by the door.

You scrubbed your cheek with the heel of your hand and lifted your face as you headed towards the pureblood.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice taking on the similar chill of the rain around you.

Vlad flinched at your words. "I didn't pluck the bloom," he said quietly. Sighing, his eyes met yours. "I don't want an empty garden." He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his snow-white head against your shoulder.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. You loved this man; nothing was going to change that. Vlad had so much good in him, you knew you could help him right his ways. Step by step.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

[pretoriafics]

Teenage Dream

I think this one is the most fun thing I'd ever written. Maybe it can be a new series, I don't know. What do you think?

You were just reading smut fanfics about Derek Hale before sleep. When you woke up, you find that someway, you got into the Teen Wolf universe. Word count: 1.890 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Scott; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Stiles Contain: It's pretty fun; You dying of shame; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language PART 2 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It was a calm night. You were lying on your bed with your bedroom in darkness. In your hand, you were with your cell phone. You had just read on Tumblr brand new smut fanfic with Derek Hale, one of your most-loved fictional characters. You found another one with Stiles - a platonic fluff fic this time -, and you will read it when you woke up. You were almost sleeping, and you are not capable of reading it now. You just have to sleep.

You put your cell phone on your bedside table and fell asleep quickly. But when you woke up, you found yourself in a different and familiar bedroom. You sit on the waitress and look around.

It was a sunny morning outside, and you were still in your cheesy kitten print pajamas. The bed, the walls... Everything sounds familiar to you: It was Scott McCall's bedroom. At first sight, you thought it was such a real dream. However, when you stood up from the waitress, you hit your little finger on the bed.

"Fuuuck!"

You sat on the waitress, holding your foot. Damn! That pain's too real for all of that to be a dream. While you grab your foot, you look around again. You could smell cologne and some low noises from outside the house. A little bit more confused right now, you stood up and walks around the bedroom. Getting close to the window, you could see a familiar jeep.

No, no, no. It was impossible. All of this is just a hyper-realistic dream.

You walk in wide steps to the bathroom and look at you through the mirror. Well, you are the one reflected there. What the hell? Should you go downstairs? Should you stay right here, waiting for something happens?

Hell no.

You take a deep breath and open the bedroom door, walking downstairs on tiptoes. Then, you heard two familiar voices.

"I don't know, Stiles! She just appeared in my bedroom!"

"How she is? Does she have scales? Fangs?"

"She's just a normal girl. We have to do something! If she is a psychopath creature?"

"Scott, I'm serious. We need to call Derek."

"No! We don't need another sociopath near us. We need to take care of it all by ourselves."

You heard Stiles let out a long sigh.

"You even know how to control yourself yet, Scott. Derek is used to dealing with strange things like this. We have to call him."

"Shh! She woke up!"

Well, you were exposed.

You finish getting downstairs and walk close to the living room frame. Scott and Stiles were in the middle of the room, and they look at you scared. Your eyes got widen, and the room dives into a weird silence for a few seconds. Yeah, you aren't crazy: Somehow, you got into the Teen Wolf series.

And when you realize it...

"Oh my gosh." You put your hands on your head, in shock and so excited at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh!"

Scott and Stiles look at each other with a 'what the hell?' in the eyes. You turn yourself to look around. Yeah, it was Scott's house! Your inner teenager was freaking out.

"Scott..." Stiles looks at his friend "Calls Derek."

Scott already was with his cell phone in his hands.

"I'm already calling."

Man, how did you get there?! Excited, you open the door and runs outside without care about being in pajamas in the middle of the street. Derek finally answers Scott's call.

"Derek?! Oh, thank god!"

Scott almost could hear Derek's muscles get tense.

"...What happened?"

"There's a girl who suddenly appeared on my bed, and she's freaking out!"

"What do you mean with 'suddenly appeared'?"

"Suddenly, Derek! She wasn't there in a second, and then she just was!"

And then, you saw Stiles' jeep. Oh, man, you loved that jeep so much!! Excited and freaking out, you ran to the jeep. Stiles almost had a heart attack.

"No, no, don't touch my jeep!!"

But it was too late.

"Oh my gosh!!" You touch Stiles' jeep just as if it was of gold.

Stiles run to you, and Derek starts to understand that something pretty wrong was happening.

"Scott, who's yelling? You know what? Forget it. I'm coming. Took this girl in your bedroom, don't let her escape."

Derek turns the call off, and Scott puts his cell phone in his pocket. Scott approaches you, and Stiles hasn't the courage to approach you yet. So, he was just staring at you, praying that you don't do anything with his precious jeep.

"Hey!" Scott calls you, and you look at him. His voice was hesitant, but he was trying to control things "I think you should get into the house. I mean, right now."

You blink your eyes repeatedly at Scott, frozen in your place. Yeah, you were inside your favorite series when you were a teenager, with all your favorite characters... But, you know about Beacon Hills. The city was full of secrets and dangers. Until yesterday, you could see Scott and his friends escaping from death numerous times. This time, you will be the one who does it.

And this is not good.

"...Oh my gosh."

This time, your words were not from excitement but fear. Man, you're so fucked up.

You swallowed hard and got into Scott's house. The boy looks at Stiles, confused.

"I thought that took the girl inside my house would be harder."

They got into the house, looking at your shape sit on the couch. Now, you look terrified.

"Uhh..." Stiles looks at you, trying to find out something "How did you-"

"You guys need to send me home! Something went wrong, and I came here."

Scott and Stiles look at each other. It was Scott's turn to say something to you.

"What exactly went wrong?"

"I don't know! Look, I was just trying to sleep on my bed, and when I woke up, I was here."

"What are you?"

"Nothing, I'm just human. Do you guys did something that could have brought me here?"

They denied with his heads, so confused as you. Scott and Stiles were relatively new to the supernatural world. So, they are completely lost. You bit your inner lip, thoughtful.

"Something big made it. I mean, I'm definitely not from here."

Scott and Stiles stare at you with a scared gaze. Then, you all hear a car noise: It was Derek's Camaro. He was parking in front of Scott's house. Your eyes got widened when you saw it. Oh, man, you absolutely haven't the maturity to deal with Derek. Well, first of all: You were reading smut fanfic about him last night. Worse: It was an imagine! And you even want to remember the fact that, when the show got to its end, you and your best friend made tattoos. She tattoed the McCall Pack symbol on her arm, and, well, you tattooed a small triskelion between your boobs.

Man, you were dying of shame. It is such an odd situation. Anyone would never know about your tattoo or the fanfics.

Derek got into the house, and his eyes run to you immediately, and then he looks at Scott and Stiles. You felt your cheeks burning. Such an odd situation!!

"What the hell did you do?"

"Nothing!" Scott said, too nervous "She just came out of nowhere."

Derek narrowed his green eyes to Scott and Stiles, and then he looks at you. You already knew what he could ask you, so you started to talk.

"Either do I! Look" You took a deep breath, trying to contain all that mess of feelings inside of you "I was in my bedroom sleeping, and then I woke up here. But there something pretty important you guys should know about me: I am definitely not from here. When I came from, anyone of you exists. You all are fictional characters from a tv series."

The room dives into a weird silence. Scott looks at Stiles.

"Uh... Stiles... She's not lying."

"Oh, man, I was born in the wrong dimension. Hey," Stiles looks at you "What the girls think about me? Do they like me? Do I have many fans?"

Stiles began to approach you, but Derek grabs him by his shirt, avoiding an approximation.

"We don't know about her yet, so stay right there."

"Oh, c'mon" Siles looks at him and gives a few steps close to Scott when Derek unleashes him "I'm pretty sure you're curious as well."

"I'm not. I just want to know what the hell is going on."

You narrowed your eyes to Derek. You know why he wasn't interested to know about him. So, you started to talk.

"Are you sure? I mean, everyone thinks you are the most wronged of all."

Derek stares at you, unmoved by your words. You should know he would be suspicious about you. He stares at Scott and Stiles.

"She will stay with me until we know she is not a problem. I'll investigate to know how she came here."

What?! No, no, you have no maturity for that. You felt your cheeks burning again. Man, it was just like on fanfics!

You objected.

"Hell no! I'll stay here."

Without a drop of patience and calm, Derek rolled his eyes.

"You'll stay here? With Scott and his mom? So what do you will tell her about your presence at her house?"

Okay. Your plan was stupid. Also, it was funnier when Derek was rude to Stiles. With you, it was just annoying. You cross your arms in front of your chest, not so sure about what to say. He let out a long sigh of annoyance and took your arm. You widen your eyes standing up from the couch. You look at his hand on you, and then you look at him.

"Hey!"

Derek drags you in the door's direction and looks at Scott.

"Something went too wrong for this girl to be here. Tell me if you find something else."

"Wait!" Scott gives a step forward into you and Derek's direction "She can't stay a little more? We need to, uh... Investigate."

"Let your stupid curiosity for another time, Scott."

You whine in annoyance while Derek drags you in his car's direction. A few minutes ago, you would be freaking out of getting into Derek's Camaro. Now, you are just too pissed off to care.

"Let me go! I know how to walk!"

He opened the passenger's seat door and released you. Derek didn't talk anything, just stares at you in a silent order. Pissed off, you cross your arms in front of your chest, stubborn.

"I'll not come in!"

Derek gets closer to you, giving you a deadly glare.

"Get in the car. Now."

You swallowed hard. Oh man, this part wasn't like the fanfics. It was not sexy at all. Actually, it's a bit scary.

Pissed off, you get in the car, and Derek closes the door, getting into the driver's seat. You look at Scott e Stiles through the window, thinking that maybe it would be better if you stay with them. However, you haven't a choice. All you have to do now is try not to be killed by the first supernatural threat that appears in Beacon Hills.