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[nativesnaper]

All my faves in one drawing?? (except for scag sorry girl)

Close-ups below:

[goyardgoyangi]

‧₊˚✧ agora hills ✧˚₊‧

You’ve been best friends with Geto Suguru’s younger sister for years, practically growing up around him. Back in high school, he was the cool, untouchable older brother, always just out of reach while you were the quiet, awkward friend who never felt seen by him. But college changes everything—now, guys can’t seem to keep their eyes off you, and Suguru’s protective instincts kick in. When he sees one too many guys getting too close at a house party, he steps in, claiming you in a way that leaves you breathless and questioning everything you thought you knew about him.

suguru geto x reader

wc: 2.8k

mdni (18+), read with discretion

The loud bass from the speakers thud against the floor, and the air is thick with the smell of alcohol, weed, and sweat. You wouldn’t have come to a party like this if it weren’t for your best friend dragging you along—something about getting out more and embracing college life.

You’re not exactly opposed to the idea. After all, college has been a reset button, a fresh start to your new life as a real adult. And judging by the way guys are looking at you tonight, they’ve noticed. The stares, the attention—it’s all so different from high school.

You tug down the hem of your black dress, one that clings to your curves just right, the kind you wouldn’t have dared to wear before. You’re finally comfortable in your skin, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being wanted.

But the one person whose attention you weren’t expecting to have?

Suguru Geto.

You spot him near the couch, lounging with one arm draped over the backrest, a shot of soju dangling loosely from his fingers. He’s always been effortlessly cool, exuding that calm, self-assured energy that makes people gravitate toward him. He’s laughing at something his white-haired friend says, but the moment his eyes flicker toward you, his expression shifts.

It’s subtle. A small pause. A quick scan from head to toe.

And then, the sharp clench of his jaw.

You look away before he can catch you staring, but something about his gaze lingers. Suguru has always been around—your best friend’s older brother, who never really seemed to pay attention to you beyond mandatory casual small talk whenever you came to the family house.

So why does it feel like he’s watching you now?

"Come on," your best friend nudges you playfully. "Let’s get drinks."

You follow her toward the kitchen, weaving through the bodies packed into the house. A few guys shoot you interested glances, one even stepping forward to introduce himself. You entertain the conversation for a moment, but there’s a prickling sensation at the back of your neck—like you’re being observed.

And when you turn slightly, you see him.

Suguru, still on the couch, his drink untouched now, his eyes fixed on you.

Something dark flickers in his expression when the guy leans in a little closer, his hand brushing against your arm.

Interesting.

You test the waters, laughing at something the guy says, letting your fingers ghost along his wrist as you take the drink he offers. It’s harmless. Flirting, just for fun. But the second you glance back at Suguru—

He’s already moving.

And when he stops right beside you, his presence so overwhelming that the guy next to you instinctively takes a step back, your stomach flips.

Suguru doesn’t look at him. He only looks at you.

"Didn’t expect to see you here." His voice is low, edged with something you can’t quite place. His voice sends a shiver down your spine before you fully turn to face him.

Suguru Geto leans against the kitchen counter, veiny arms crossed, dark eyes tracing over you in a way that makes your breath hitch. He looks effortless, as always—black jeans, black tee, his long hair pulled into a loose bun. You’ve known him for years, ever since you became friends with his sister, but lately, something about the way he watches you feels... different.

You force a smile, trying to push away the unknown feeling. "Figured I’d have a little fun. It’s the college experience, right?"

His jaw ticks. "Yeah. Fun." His gaze flickers to the drink in your hand, then to the guy beside you. He’s assessing, calculating. Then, as if coming to some unspoken decision, he turns his full attention back to you.

"You’re here with someone?" Suguru asks, voice low.

"Not really," you answer quickly. "Just your sister."

The guy who was chatting you up looks between the two of you, clearly debating whether or not to intervene. But one glance at Suguru—the intensity in his dark eyes, the silent back off that radiates from him—and he makes the smart choice.

You barely have time to process before Suguru’s large hand wraps around your wrist. "Come on," he says, guiding you through the crowded house before you can protest. You let him. Maybe it’s the curiosity, maybe it’s the heat that still lingers where his skin touched yours.

Or maybe it’s the way his grip tightens just the slightest bit—like he’s afraid to let go.

He leads you upstairs to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. The noise of the party muffles slightly, leaving you alone with him in the dim light. Your eyes dart around, still unsure why he brought you here—the bathroom of all places—but you can feel his eyes on you the entire time you’re lost in thought.

"What's your problem?" you murmur, glancing at him through the mirror.

His jaw tightens again, the muscle working as he steps closer. "You shouldn’t be in a place like this," he mutters, his voice unusually tight. "Go back home. I want you to be safe."

You turn to face him fully, the words spilling out before you can stop them. "Why? Because I’m like a little sister to you?" The bitterness in your voice surprises you.

Suguru’s posture stiffens, something sharp flickering across his face, and for a moment, his gaze seems to darken with something you can’t quite identify. "Is that what you think?" His voice is low, colder now.

You let out a dry laugh. "It’s how you act. You’re always hovering, chasing guys off. I get it—you’ve known me forever. I’m just—"

He moves before you can finish, stepping forward and caging you between his body and the sink. His hands plant firmly on the counter, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

"You really think I see you as a sister?" His voice is calm, but the tension in it is palpable, as if he's trying to keep control.

Your breath catches. "Suguru—"

His fingers trace up your arm, slow and deliberate. "I’ve liked you for a long time," he admits, voice thick with intensity. "I’m just not hiding it anymore."

Your heart pounds in your chest as he tilts your chin up, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The tension is suffocating, your body betraying you as you lean in slightly.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing above yours just before they crash onto yours with a fervor that pricks your skin with fire.

The kiss is hot and desperate— years of unspoken desire finally breaking free. His hands roam down to the curves of your waist, gripping you tightly like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his long hair, pulling him closer, your pulse racing as he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter.

The party rages on downstairs, but up here, it’s just the two of you. And as he deepens the kiss, hands gripping your thighs possessively, you realize—he was never just watching over you like a brother.

He was watching over what was his.

Suguru’s hands burn against your skin, fingers pressing into your thighs like he’s memorizing every inch of you. His kiss is demanding, rough—like he’s making up for all the times he held back. And maybe he is.

Your head spins as you clutch onto him, lips parting under the dominance of his tongue. The bathroom counter is cold beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat pooling low in your stomach.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," Suguru murmurs against your lips, his breath heavy. His fingers trail beneath the hem of your dress, barely grazing your skin, and it’s enough to make you tremble. Your mind is a mess—Suguru, your best friend’s brother, the guy who’s always been just out of reach. He’s always been protective, but you thought it was because he saw you as family. Now, with the way he’s looking at you, touching you, it’s clear you were wrong.

"You never said anything," you whisper, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

"I couldn’t," he admits, his voice low and strained, like the words are harder to say than they should be. "You were off-limits.”

You shiver at the weight of his words, the truth they hold. "And now?"

His grip tightens. "Now, I’m taking what’s mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a thrill racing down your spine. His lips find the curve of your neck, tracing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. You gasp when he nips at your skin, sucking just enough to mark you—enough to make sure you’ll see evidence of him tomorrow.

"The way guys look at you now—it drives me insane."

Your breath hitches. "Sugu—"

"Seeing you tonight, letting those guys get too close, watching them try to touch what isn’t theirs..." His hands tighten on your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter until your legs instinctively wrap around him. His voice is thick with frustration, with something darker. "It’s been killing me.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. "So what are you going to do about it?"

Something shifts in his expression—hunger, control, a raw, undeniable intensity. He lifts you off the counter effortlessly, pressing you against the bathroom door, his body flush against yours. His lips are on yours again before you can take another breath—this time slower, deeper—like he’s savoring the taste of you. One hand clamps over your mouth, stifling the desperate whine crawling up your throat as he grinds his cock against your soaked panties. The scent of sweat and cheap alcohol clings to the air, but all you can smell is him—dark, musky, intoxicating—as you hear him groan against your ear.

“Been waiting to feel you like this,” he murmurs, teeth scraping your neck. His hand slides from your mouth, trailing down to wrench your dress up your thighs. You gasp, arching as his thumb finds your clit through the damp fabric, rubbing slow, sadistic circles.

“Sugu—ah!—someone could—”

“Let them hear,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees. His tongue replaces his thumb, diligently lapping at you through the lace until you shudder, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cum for the first time. When he rips your panties aside, his laugh is low, wicked.

“Look at this… cumming for me already.”

He lifts himself back up, two fingers plunge into you without warning, curling hard as his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking greedily through the thin fabric of your dress. Your back arches off the door, a broken moan escaping before his palm slaps over your lips again.

“Quiet,” he orders, fingers pumping faster, deeper, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit with every thrust. “You gonna cum twice before I even fuck you? Pathetic.”

You nod frantically, hips jerking against his hand, but he withdraws abruptly, leaving you empty and shaking. Before you can protest, he spins you around, bending you over the bathroom sink. The mirror rattles as he yanks your hips back, his cock—thick, veins pulsing—slapping against your ass.

“Beg,” he demands, dragging his swollen mushroom head through your slick folds. “Beg me to wreck this tight little cunt.”

“Please—!”

He sheaths himself in one brutal stroke. The stretch burns, and your scream melts into a choked sob against his palm. His hips snap forward, each thrust forcing a wet, filthy squelch from where your bodies join.

“Fuck, fuck—clenching like you wanna milk me dry,” he snarls, fingers bruising your hips as he fucks you harder, faster, the counter creaking beneath you.

When he flips you onto your back on the floor, hiking your legs over his shoulders, you barely recognize your own voice—high, reedy whimpers muffled by his thumb pressing your tongue down. He looms above you, sweat dripping from his bangs as he reenters you with a groan, this angle forcing him deeper, wider.

“Gonna feel me for days,” he promises, one hand squeezing your breast roughly, pinching your nipple until you thrash. “Every time you see my sister… you’ll remember her brother’s cock splitting you open.”

The slap of skin grows obscenely loud, his heavy balls hitting your ass as his pace turns erratic. You feel him swell impossibly thicker, his breath ragged against your ear.

“Take it—take all of it—”

But just as you start to spiral into orgasm, there’s a loud knock at the door.

The handle jiggles.

Both of you freeze.

"Yo, who’s in there?" A voice from the other side slurs drunkenly.

Suguru curses under his breath before pressing his forehead against yours. His grip on you stays firm, unwilling to let go. “Occupied!” he barks, refusing to stop his thrusts, his hand clamping tighter over your mouth as you clench around him, hurtling toward release. The footsteps retreat, and he smirks down at you, eyes even darker with hunger.

“Cum,” he orders. “Now.”

You shatter silently, back bowing into a slutty arch as he spills into you with a sexy, guttural moan, his cum hot and relentless, painting your walls in thick pulses. He keeps moving, milking himself through it until you’re both trembling, a mess of sweat and sticky thighs. The humid air clings to Geto’s long black hair as he looms behind you, strands slipping like silk across your collarbone when he leans down to bite the back of your neck, claiming you.

“You love this, don’t you? I know you love me, you love my dick” he rasps, his voice rough as his hips snap forward, driving his cock deep into you again. The sweat-dampened ends of his hair drag over your nipples with every thrust, the faint swish of strands brushing skin mixing with the wet slap of his balls against your ass. You arch, gasping, but his palm smothers your moan. You retaliate—fisting his hair and yanking his head back, exposing the sharp lines of his throat as he groans, the sound low and feral.

His grip on your mouth loosens, damp hair cascading over your chest as he drops his mouth to your breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a bruise claiming you as his. The sensation of his lips and teeth working your nipple while his hair tickles your sternum pulls a broken whimper from your throat.

“Shhh,” he mocks, blowing cool air over the wet mark he’s left. His hips never slow, each brutal drive of his cock punctuated by the slick squelch of your arousal and the muffled creak of the bathroom sink beneath you. “You’re so fucking loud. Think your friends wanna hear how desperate you are?”

You shake your head frantically, but he only chuckles, the vibration of his laugh humming deliciously against your skin as he adjusts his grip, dragging you into his lap. His length throbs inside you, veins catching on your walls as he changes the angle. His hair falls forward like a curtain around your faces, muffling the world outside as he grips your hips.

“Ride me,” he orders, voice gravelly with desire. “And keep. It. Quiet.”

You roll your hips experimentally, the stretch burning deliciously, and his head tips back with a hissed, “Fuck—” as his hair sweeps over your thighs. The strands cling to your damp skin, dragging wet trails as you rise and fall, the bulbous tip of his cock grinding against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl. One of his hands finds your breasts, kneading roughly, while the other stimulates your clit with every bounce. The dual sensation of his thickness splitting you open and those long, veiny fingers teasing your most sensitive nerves have you clenching around him, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as your cum leaks past his fingers.

“Greedy little thing,” he growls, suddenly flipping you over the bathroom counter. His hair sweeps over your back as he mounts you from behind, the cool contrast of it against your feverish skin making you shudder. He slams into you with a grunt, his pace erratic now, the wet smack of his pelvis against your ass echoing in time with the bassline shaking the walls outside. His hair falls around you both as he pants filthy praise into your ear:

“Take it—take every inch—shit, your cunt’s sucking me in—”

When he comes, his groan is guttural, primal, his hair sticking to the sweat on your spine as he empties himself inside you, hips stuttering. You feel him pulse inside you as he cums in thick spurts, relentlessly gushing inside your walls until it’s nestled in your cervix, milking himself dry.

As he pulls out, his cum slowly drips onto the bathroom floor in wet plap plap plaps, and the excess remnants of his release make a mess glistening from your cunt to your thighs. “Look at you,” he hums, admiring your shaking body as his finger brushes over your swollen clit. “Your cunt’s already crying for round two.”

[just-null]

i love the more well known characters and all but im pushin them all aside to focus on those in the back. i love background characters so fucking much. ino..... ino come back..

[ed-died688]

HI!!!! PEEKABOO I MADE ART AGAIN

YYEAH!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉‼️🎉🗣‼️🗣‼️📢💥💥💥💥

[2eyeeee]

*dumps art here* here's some null doodles and uhhh my crackship (null and lampert pls hear me out on my crackship pls I love them both) okay bye.

[zelcii]

millard: today's officially one year since i've had surgery.

hugh: wooo congrats king!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

millard: surgery on my shoulder??? from when i got shot???

hugh: wooo congrats king!! 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲

[cece693]

HELLOUUUUU I LOVE LOVE THE NEW FICSS may i request an enoch x male reader where he gets really jealous so he locks? the reader in a room? 😭 if not , enoch taking care of sick reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hello, so I really have been leaning toward this fandom for sometime, but didn't know what to write about, so I thank you for these ideas. Couldn't decide between the two, so I'll write both.

Locked Inside

tags: jealous enoch, he's literally a cat, you can't change my mind, reader was written with a male in mind but it can literally also be gender neutral

You don’t think much of it when Enoch’s eyes narrow at you across the sitting room. He’s been that way all day—drawn into himself, fidgeting with the small homunculus he created just that morning, and wearing the most obvious pout. At first, you suspect he’s just having another one of those days where irritability is his default mode. But after dinner, he guides you by the hand upstairs.

You’re so used to letting him lead you that you don’t notice, at first, where exactly he’s taking you. Only after he closes his bedroom door and you hear the lock click do you spin around, confusion written all over your face. “Enoch?” you say, placing a hand gently on the doorknob. “Is there a reason the door’s locked?”

He looks at you—dark eyes flickering with swirling emotions. “I didn’t want you leaving.”

The small, powerless click of the lock feels more like Enoch’s own heart snapping into place than anything threatening. You’ve seen him moody and sarcastic, but this? This is different. He’s shifting from foot to foot like he’s not sure if he wants to come closer or retreat entirely. It reminds you of a cat that can’t decide if it wants to be in your lap or stalk off with its tail in the air.

Your eyebrows lift in mild concern. “Not that I’m complaining about alone time, but what’s going on?”

He glares at the space between you both. “I saw you laughing with Hugh earlier,” he says softly. “And you gave him that new scarf to try on. You were talking so happily…then you went with Emma and Claire to pick flowers. You just—You haven’t spent any time with me all day.”

The jealousy in his voice is heartbreakingly obvious. You can’t help but smile a little, despite the pinch of guilt in your chest. “That doesn’t mean I like them more than you,” you say gently.

Enoch scoffs, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Well, you might as well,” he mutters. “I can’t compete with them. They’re…they’re nicer. Or at least more—well—charismatic than I am.” He looks away, swallowing. “Why would you bother with me when they’re so much easier to be around?”

Softening, you cross the few steps that separate you, then slowly ease your arms around his waist. He stiffens for only a second before he gives in, letting out a breath he’s been holding. He nuzzles his forehead near your collarbone, almost as if he’s trying to hide.

“Enoch.” You lift one hand to brush his hair back from his forehead. He’s tense in your arms, shoulders wound tight. “I don’t want easier, or nicer, or more charismatic. I want you.” You feel him release a slight tremor of relief when you say that. “I enjoy being around the others, sure, but you have something that no one else does. You see things differently, and you don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You’re my Enoch.”

He shifts again—pushing his face against your shoulder. It’s almost catlike, the way he leans and subtly demands your touch. “You’re sure?” he asks, voice half-muffled. “You’re not just saying that?”

You tilt his chin up, making him meet your eyes. “I’m absolutely sure.” You watch as the tension in his features slowly uncoils. “As for locking the door…” you tease gently, “I guess I can forgive you this time, but maybe next time, you can just ask to spend time with me without barricading me in a room.”

His cheeks flush pink. “I just…didn’t want to risk you saying no.” He tries to sound nonchalant, but he’s clearly embarrassed. You only smile.

“Enoch, if you want me, all you have to do is tell me,” you say. “I promise, I’ll want to spend time with you—no question.” Enoch slowly cracks a small, genuine smile. The sight feels like a warm beam of sunlight in the dusty gloom of his usual expressions. He tugs you to his bed, encouraging you to sit, and then promptly curls up beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder as if you’re his personal pillow.

You run a reassuring hand up and down his arm, content and comfortable as he snuggles closer. All at once, the locked door doesn’t feel confining—it feels safe, a private cocoon for the two of you. You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves your lips when he hooks a leg over yours to keep you in place, making his possessiveness known. You only pull him closer, pressing your cheek gently against his hair.

Personal Nurse

tags: enoch cares, enoch becomes nurse, grumpy to others but melts around you, pre-relationship, gender neutral

Somewhere in the timeless hush of Miss Peregrine’s loop, the air feels heavier, more oppressive than usual. You notice it first when you wake with a dull ache in your bones, head throbbing and throat tight. Being peculiar never guaranteed perfect health, and the cold that grips you is proof enough. By afternoon, you’re reduced to a shivery bundle under covers in your assigned bedroom, nose runny and eyelids drooping with fatigue.

You’re dimly aware of the others bustling outside your door—Millard’s telltale footprints, Emma’s quiet knocks to ask if you need anything, Bronwyn’s booming concern. But after an hour or so, their voices fade, and a different presence appears.

“Oi, you awake?” Enoch’s soft voice, laced with uncertainty, drifts across the room. You push aside your swirling thoughts and look up. He’s standing near your door, balancing a cup of tea and a small bowl of soup on a tray. It’s a comical sight—Enoch, usually snarky and uninterested, meticulously carrying sustenance. He wrinkles his nose as if the whole act embarrasses him. Without meeting your eyes, he sets the tray on your nightstand, pulling a chair closer.

You blink in surprise. “Enoch? Did…did Miss Peregrine send you?”

“No,” he mumbles, crossing his arms but not quite managing his usual scowl. “I just… Millard said you were coughing up a lung. I figured I’d see if you needed something. Don’t look at me like that.”

A chuckle rattles in your chest, turning into a small cough. You cover your mouth quickly and watch Enoch’s eyes widen with momentary concern. “Here,” he says, ignoring your amusement, “drink the tea. Get some liquid in you so you don’t keel over.”

As you take the teacup, your hand brushes his. He flinches—startled by the heat of your skin—and sets his palm against your forehead with unexpected gentleness. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, brow furrowed. “Idiot. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Didn’t realize it was this bad,” you admit, voice scratchy and weak. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Enoch tries to scowl, but it flickers at the edges and melts into something softer. “Don’t apologize. Just get better,” he mutters. Then he straightens with renewed resolve. “Anyway, Miss P said I should check your fever. So.” He presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. “I’m just—uh—helping.”

You can’t hide your fond smile as he fusses over you. His movements are gentle, minutely precise, yet laced with his brand of awkward care. You sip the tea, feeling warmth spread through your aching chest, and Enoch continues to hover, eventually picking at the fabric of your blanket like a fidgety cat. By mid-afternoon, word spreads. Hugh and Fiona stand by the open door, peeking in with wide eyes as Enoch shuffles a blanket around your shoulders.

“Aww,” Hugh can’t help but tease, “look at Nurse Enoch go.”

You see Enoch stiffen instantly. His posture changes from gentle caretaker to defensive cynic in a heartbeat. “Shut it,” Enoch snaps, turning his glare on the onlookers. “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Now get out if you're just going to stare.” A bit flustered, Fiona quickly ushers Hugh away, casting you an apologetic smile. The moment they leave, Enoch’s shoulders lose some of their tension, and he gently tucks the blanket around you again.

“Don’t mind them,” you offer, voice hoarse but understanding. “They’re just surprised. You’re normally…well, not exactly Florence Nightingale.”

He huffs, lips pursed. “I don’t do this for anyone else.” The admission is so quiet you barely catch it. “Besides, you’re the one with a fever. If it were me, you’d—”

“I’d do the same,” you finish confidently, smiling up at him.

A flicker of relief lights his eyes. He lingers beside your bed, unsure what to do with his hands now that he’s been ‘caught’ being tender. Finally, with a dismissive sigh, he grabs the chair and pulls it close. “You should sleep,” Enoch says, voice just above a whisper.

“I’m not that tired anymore, actually,” you protest, but another wave of exhaustion weighs on you. You slump back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering. Enoch runs a hesitant hand across your forehead, checking the damp cloth, and you catch a glimpse of genuine concern in his eyes. Despite his usual grumbling exterior, his touch is cool and mindful, lulling you into a comforting haze.

“I’ll wake you if anything changes,” he says, and you know he’s talking about your fever. Slowly, you nod, letting your eyes drift closed. You sense him fiddling with something at your bedside. Then, you feel the gentle ghost of movement as he tugs the covers more snugly around your shoulders and settles in the chair. Through the haze of half-sleep, you feel strangely safe.

When you wake a few hours later, the early afternoon light has softened in the windows. Enoch is still there, arms crossed, dozing lightly. The tray on your nightstand has a fresh pitcher of water, and a half-folded note from Miss Peregrine reads something about rest and medication. Unable to hide a grin, you reach out and lightly tap Enoch’s arm. He startles awake with a snort. “You alright?” he blurts, voice thick with sleep.

You nod, your own voice a little steadier. “Feeling a bit better, actually.” A slight pause. “Thank you.”

His cheeks tint with the barest hint of pink. “You’d do the same,” he repeats quietly, eyes avoiding yours in that shy, defensive Enoch way. He stands up, briskly adjusting the damp cloth on your forehead. Then he stands by the door, not quite leaving yet. “Do you need anything else?” he mumbles, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Just you,” you say, your smile warm. “I mean—your company, I mean.”

He catches the meaning, and for a second, a tiny smirk lifts the corners of his mouth. He exhales, stepping back inside. “Fine. I suppose I can keep watch a bit longer,” he says, like it’s a big inconvenience. Yet he makes no move to leave your side—pulling up the chair, leaning forward with elbows on knees, eyes resting on you. For all his scowling and snapping remarks, he can’t quite keep the softer concern out of his gaze. And you can’t help but feel grateful that, for at least a moment, Enoch has let himself be your personal nurse. Even if he might deny it later.

[nickwheaters]

scribbled this together in like half an hour happy pride month

[stellyeddlyn]

Something that I never dreamed...

[oro-junestar]

chat i'm feeling so joyous and splendid i can't believe null is just fucking evil now ok wow,, also here's a crumb for skaterlight nation

[zed-sabre]

i wasn't sure if i was gonna do more of these, but let's say i suddenly felt an emotion again

[livelaughlovesubs]

Fucking chuuya in moris room (the the the one with the big ass window and like, where 15 happened pls tell me yk what I mean) fucking him over moris desk while you can hear him approaching, and he’s trying to cover up his moans n shit, pls Nini understand me, I’m already struggling 🙁🙁🙁

But chuuya

Literally pls I’m so atrocious for this little slippery twink Plsplsplspls please nini, more chuuya

Brooooo 😭😭 I literally love you <33

Dom!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: exhibition, pegging (can be read as a dick), a little manhandling, hair pulling, degrading

How did things turn out this way? Never would chuuya have guessed he’d do something this atrocious, this risky. All he remembered was agreeing to something, before you pulled him into this room. Even if he wanted to think about it, his mind was somewhere else, preoccupied and focusing on the scenario in front of him. Colourful lights shone through the huge windows of the room, lighting the room up and exposing everything. Soft pantings as well as the occasional yelp filled the huge chamber, there was almost an echo due to the size of the office.

The male arched his back, bending over the long and solid table. His hands gripping the other end of the desk, shoulders raised to his ears and torso flat on the furniture. Your hands were on his waist, holding him down. Some of your weight was on him, rendering him unable to move. There was nothing he could do in this situation, not when it was such a vulnerable and helpless position.

Chuuyas eyes rolled back when he noticed you pressing your hips against his, burying your dick even deeper inside him. His tongue hung out, droll dripping onto the table, dirtying it. “Such a perverted boy, arent you enjoying it too much?” You whispered into his ear, hands squeezing his waist gently. Another shudder coursed through his body, all those sensations were getting to him. First your delightful touch, then your beautiful voice casting spells onto him, as well as the pleasure of taking you whole.

He clenched, his entrance tightening around you while moans erupted from his throat. You pulled back before pounding into his wet and needy hole again, sending another shudder down his spine. “Aahh..! Fu-fuck..! You are the, mHmM- perverted one..- uggGh..” the male gasped, feeling the humiliating take over him. This was so inappropriate and.. embarrassing- ugh, his thoughts weren’t helping him at all. How did he even muster up the courage to do this in his boss’ room?

An especially rough trust pulled him out of his day dream, followed by a high pitched whimpers, “mhMM-aAAHHHhhnGn..!! Y/n..!” He gasped out your name, back arching even more now. The thought of doing this in the office of someone else was scary, het also arousing, he couldn’t deny that aspect.

Though he felt his heart dropping when he heard something from beneath the door, it sounded like voices. Not just one, but multiple. For a split second, he felt the world stopping. As if fate was playing a cruel game. When that second passed, all that filled his senses were immense pleasure provided by none other than you. Your dick kept hitting all his sweet spots, rendering him to a mess who can’t even think straight.

“Ah.. y/n..! So-someone, mhHHmnggh, is commMMIINngG..!” You paused a little too, caught off guard by his comment. Though instead of stopping, you leaned down and said, “then you just have to finish soon, chuuya, or else I won’t stop.” His eyes widened, were you serious..? It would make such a bad look and awkward if mori were to see him in such a state. What if Elise is with him too? How can you be so irresponsible!

What he didn’t know was that mori had a last second meeting today, you made sure that nothing will disrupt your alone time with your lover. There was no need to tell him yet though, maybe if he was getting really desperate. Instead to slowing down, you speed up. Both hands now grabbing his arms and holding him behind him tightly. “Remember what I told you, chuuya~ you wouldn’t want rumours to spread no?”

“Ah.. no, you are so-mHHMNngHhhh, meannnn..!” Hair stuck to his pretty and blushed face. Tears started rolling down his face when you pulled on his hair. Even though it was humiliating and shameful to the core, he just couldn’t not enjoy it. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth while he accepted your challenge. Nodding his head slightly as he mumbled, “keep going..! I luvve it..<3”

[just-null]

pet..... pet au....? you have.... a pet au for the clones....?

PLEASEEEE SHARE SOME THOUGHTS AB IT😭😭😭😭❤️ I was reading a pet au Hantengu fic way back when and the person never got past chapter 3 and it's been rotting my mind. I love love love pet aus when the dynamics are just right and not weirdly predatory with the pet characters and I love your little ideas for stuff🤗🤗 Share if you feel like it, I'll be eagerly awaiting.

(Also please don't exclude Zoha in this endeavor I love that little man)

The Hantengus!! A lot of cat boys..

Context behind a lot of the language in my pet au!

[Cw! Angst(?), referenced sedation, obsessed catboys.. yandere behavior]

Upon meeting them, they're veryyy excited and sweet on you, to the point where they seem TOO familiar. As if meeting a long distant lover.. With their overly friendly greetings, all the warnings and caution from staff seem like an exaggeration, if not a complete lie.

Records show that they're not even related despite sharing eerily similar features, and having only met not too long ago. You'd never guess by how they're so perfectly coordinated. Using said coordination, they simultaneously surround you.

Constant brushes, crowding, wanting your hands on them so bad, they take whatever you're holding. It's not uncommon that they begin purring just because you're around. They quickly flip from being sweet to eager entitled of your time if allowed.

To say they're overwhelming is an understatement, but the staff practically beg you to help with the bunch.

The boys aren't complaining! They're extremely pushy and insist on staying at your place instead of the hybrid shelter, maybe a few times a week? Please!? Regardless, if you say no, you might find them in your home—and a patched up broken window—when you've been gone a while.

Ah— if you hear knocking at your door, just don't tell anyone that they're here, yeah..? Y'know what? How about you just forget about answering it at all!

Sekido is tolerant when you're around. All the fire left his body, leaving small smoldering embers. His flare ups are only a real issue if there's someone unfamiliar around or giving you a hard time. Otherwise, he's pretty content with lazing about or helping with any work you have. He likes being of use to you. He gets irritated, stressed, when you lift a finger, a habit you can tell he's used to, and swats at you for any bad habits you have. Though that goes out the window if your hand's on him. It's a wonder if he's more of a dog than a cat until he starts scratching. He's just really tired.. Karaku is mischievous but doesn't cause trouble. At least, not like he used to, not as long as he has his daily dose of you. It's like he did a complete switch, the staff say, smiling randomly and rambling in an airy tone about how this is heaven on earth! How could anyone feel down around you? It must be those charms of yours. Staying indoors is okay, but he constantly nudges you to go out with him, or entirely dragging you out. Show him around places you like to frequent so you two can experience it together, maybe have some souvenirs? Wouldn't that be fun? On the days you decline, you can find him staring at the little trinkets from past dates with fondness. Urogi always has so much he wants to tell you. He can honestly talk and pace for days without stopping if it'll keep your attention. If it doesn't, he WILL cry. His mind is faster than his mouth, and stories end up garbled and hard to follow.. Sometimes, they aren't about this life, and when referring to you, it's like he's remembering a version of you.. It always ends the same. His expression gets bleak then snaps back to blissful. A content smile replacing the strained one he wore prior as he embraces you, taking a moment to feel your weight against his. Aizetsu sits in corners and watches you through cracks in the door. You can find him somewhere in your room or general area.. looking at you.. his pupils so dilated that you barely see the blue ring at the edge. He can stand still for hours until you get up or reach for something. He's already got it for you. He's combative with Sekido for that service role. Unlike his "brother," Aizetsu's movements are measured, rushed. Like something will be taken away if he doesn't act fast, so he one ups everyone and reads you before you even ask for something. Zohakuten is annoying but doesn't try to give you a hard time. He's the most demanding, always extending his arms for you to come over and hug him. At first, you can feel the tension he holds all over his body, digging his claws into your side, then like goo, he melts. It's a double edged sword since letting go makes him twice as irritated as before. He'll brat occasionally, pushing something off a counter or banging on the windows, yelling at the stranger on the other side to get lost. No one is the victim of this more than the other four. Whereas Zohakuten would start a fight with anyone else, he just annoys the other four.

The weariness hangs heavier in their eyes than the usual hybrids, but they dont like talking about it in detail. As you could guess, prior to this overwhelming clinginess, there were rivers of agonizing desperation.

———

In this life, the boys didn't have the liberty to grow up together like usual. They were born of different parents scattered throughout the region. This wasn't the first time it happened, but they hated when it did, especially Hantengu.

Each second Hantengu's away from his boys is agony. He spent so long waiting for them to be reborn just so that they're so far away!? All he can think of are the possible ways he might die and restart the damn cycle without even having the chance to see you. He's been alive for a while now, but he's too terrified to go far on his own, so he's barely made any progress!

What if something happens and he doesn't even get to meet you? now THAT would be a fate worse than the cycle.. His caretakers are stumped on what to do with him. Any attempt at calming him down were met with opposition.

The boys are as you expect. They kept acting out in hostility and showed no sign of calming down the longer they're apart. Being moved from shelter to shelter didn't help, neither did getting handled like feral animals even if, in a way, they were.

Only the thought of you kept them going, so did the knowledge that if they found you, there's a high chance they'd find each other. You always seemed to fix everything just by being there, didn't you? So they kept hopping from shelter to shelter, some familiar, some new.

Hantengu was the first to end up in the hybrid shelter near you, then the others trickled in. It would've been decades since they've last seen each other, and based on how they're fairing, no one had it easy.

Sekido was a stray trying to stay out of shelters altogether. He did his best to keep his features hidden, both gathering info about you and the others. He made good progress, pretending to be a potential housing candidate, but he'd always get hostile with people eventually, exposing himself and having the authorities called to force him into a shelter. Each time, it felt like prison because of all the restrictions and drugs.. Like hell if this was gonna stop him. Once his limbs stop feeling like jelly, he's going to find a way out of this damn place!! Again!! In his wait, at least he can pass the time by thinking about his favorite memories of you. Karaku was mostly alright, but transferred often because his very presence made the behaviors of those around him worse. He always used the "I didn't throw the first punch" excuse, but never mentioned his constant goading and spreading seeds of doubt about forgiveness that led to agitation amongst his peers. Not only towards other hybrids but staff as well. Call it sadism or nihilism, but Karaku's favorite pass time was making everyone believe that these rehabilitation shelters were nothing but a waste. The dull, empty eyes staring back at them proved it. In reality, Karaku took pleasure in the fragility of other hybrids. It took the edge off of his own anguish. Urogi always talked about you no matter where he ended up, usually causing a wave of eye rolls. But there's always that one hybrid who doesn't know how to keep their thoughts to themselves. Thus starting Urogi's rampage, watching the red streaks of other hybrids drip down their wounds, spitting at them for daring to talk bad about you. Then came the forced transfers. He loved it, honestly. His mind floated, feeling like he was a bird again, flying to you.. then the plummet when the drugs wore off that he didn't enjoy as much. With a renewed sense of determination and a strong longing for his wings, he began yapping again. Aizetsu, like Sekido, hid his features, calm enough to stay hidden. He kept to himself, mindlessly walking anywhere and everywhere with the tiniest grain of hope that he might find you there. No terrain, weather, or event would stop him from trudging through miles of land, following his intuition to where he thinks you could be. He'd be so focused on you that he'd go days without water or food, feet covered in blisters from the endless dragging across the ground before everything went dark. Waking up in a shelter always reminded him how disappointing his body was for collapsing on him. Hm.. he'll stay and recover for now, once he feels ready, he'll take some food and go again. Zohakuten raised hell, frequently ending up in confined spaces. Because he was young, he had more restrictions to ensure his safety. That only made escaping a huge hassle.. He hated being treated like a foolish boy when he's been through horrors worse than adult scissors! The confinement and restrictions ended up being for everyone else's safety after staff realized how common Zohakuten destroyed and mangled anyone in his vicinity. A familiar prick on his skin came after his small bruised hands demolished the common area, then the heaviness of his limbs settled in. Loud thumps came from the deepest part of the shelter as he banged on the walls to be released once the drugs wore off.

Their status as "lost souls" is no secret when they began tormenting anyone who tried to house them and the employees. It seems they've met the other lost and guiding souls in the shelter before with how they interact. For better and worse, at least the guiding souls temper their mischief.

They try forming a plan on how to find you next if this shelter doesn't show any results. It'd be faster to get transferred now that they're grouped up. And like the heavens opened up, they quickly realized that won't be necessary anymore once they catch a glimpse of the light they yearned for these three recent lifetimes, you. It's you.. You!

Any and all complaints are cut short when they make a habit out of gathering near the front glass of the shelter, waiting for you to walk in or pass by. Their demeanor shift is so sudden the caretakers worry they might've accidentally dropped some pills into their food. It's not like that, unless your presence counts as a drug!

[balleater696942]

small regretevator doodle dump ^.^

and finally

normalize drawing ur favs in schoolgirl outfits <33

[funtime29nm]

Posting some old human art (expect more soon)

Meow fuck out the way

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do a scenario about Nemona, Penny and Arven with a real who has type null please? Maybe something about it transforming in Silvally?

YES NULL/SILVALLY TIME

I have one in Sword who I call "Bestie", and it's carried me through the Crown Tundra DLC. I want it in Violet so badly aaaa

Also this just reminded me of my fic that I wrote prior to Sun/Moon's release. Ya'll can give it a read if you so desire <3

That being said, this scenario will be like a sequel of sorts

........

Revealing Type: Null--or "Nully" as you've affectionately called it--to your friends was something you were initially nervous about...

But today was finally the day.

Moving away from Alola to attend school here in Paldea was quite the stressful journey, especially for your masked companion who had never know any place besides stark white labs and sandy beaches.

People kept warning you about how dangerous it was, but you never listened...and now your bond with the mysterious normal type has never been stronger.

Ever since you rescued it from an Aether Foundation facility that exploded due to its rampage, it put its trust in you and loved you unconditionally.

Learning the truth behind that supposedly "good" organization and its leader broke your heart. Although nothing devastated you more than realizing Nully had been held captive there as both experiment and prisoner.

You've tried researching its species, checking for notes and hacking into secret files the foundation kept under lock and key--and you discovered that Type: Nulls were basically created as "tamer" versions of Arceus, even having memory discs similar to the plates manufactured. They were meant to kill the Ultra Beasts should they invade Alola.

Instead, they went on a rampage (of course, that's what happens when humans try replicating a god's powers) and were confined to masks and put into cryogenic stasis. The whole project was deemed a failure.

As tragic as it was...you were relieved to have found Nully when you did and get it away from that horrible place.

Even so the mask still made it feel absolutely miserable, but unfortunately you couldn't find any further information on how to remove it without causing your precious Pokémon serious injury. There were no visible clamps to unlock, pulling it off would only cause it great pain, and cutting seemed too risky.

The only benefit was that it made Nully immune to critical hits, but the cons definitely outweighed the pros.

Maybe one of your friends knew more about the Type: Null species, and so you decided to call them all over for a picnic if they had free time.

All you could do was pray that they didn't lose their cool and scare your companion.

That's the last thing either of you needed.

Arven was the first to arrive, with Mabosstiff at his heels as usual, but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the bizarre-looking Pokémon standing by your side. You could tell he was trying not to look too worried, considering the poor thing was hiding behind you now.

Still, it's obvious that he didn't have the slightest clue what he was looking at, so you explained everything to him: where you found Nully, why it looked like a rejected Arceus, and the memory discs you kept in a small folder.

So far, you haven't figured out how to utilize them in-battle. But despite the space they took up in your bag, you refused to throw them away.

"Are you sure there isn't a slot for these somewhere on its mask?" He stared at one of the floppy discs, before glancing back up at Nully, squinting. "It looks like there should be one."

"We've been pals for nearly three years, Arven..I'm pretty sure I would've found the slot by now if there was one." Shaking your head, you took it from him, sighing. "My only option is to get that thing off. The slot's probably on its body somewhere."

"Right...maybe there's a stomach hatch or-"

"¡Mira! You were right, Penny! They do exist!!"

"Nemona, slow down!! They're not going anywhere!!"

Hearing the shouts of two certain ladies from afar, you and Arven looked to see both Nemona and Penny coming over the horizon. The student council president was dragging the poor girl by the arm, with her stumbling to keep up and not lose her glasses.

When they arrived, Penny was dazed and annoyed as she scowled at Nemona, tearing her arm free of her iron grasp. But her attention was quickly set on the peculiar Pokémon who was cowering behind you yet again.

"Wow...I..never thought I'd see one up close before.." Adjusting her glasses, she gazed at Nully with interest.

"You've heard about them before?" You asked.

"Back in Galar, I found some top-secret stuff about Macro Cosmos trying to make their own instances. They literally stole the blueprints from the Aether Foundation."

"...yikes." Nemona remarked, tilting her head as she tried getting a better look at Nully herself. "It seems shy. Maybe a battle will help it-!"

"No battles, at least not right now." You smiled apologetically, patting it on the head as you looked at each other. "I know you're nervous, Nully..but it's okay. They're nothing like the jerks back in Alola who used to pick on us. They're my friends. You can trust them, I promise."

Nodding its head, it relaxed its haunches as it cautiously stepped away from your side, gazing at the trio and seeing their smiles, too.

They weren't looks of pity.

They seemed genuinely thrilled to meet it.

It stood there for some time, taking in everything you've said to it and thinking about how far it's come since you rescued it that fateful day.

Somehow, it knew it was always meant to be your companion--from the very moment you held it as it cried in the Pokémon Center, reassuring it that it's not a monster, but a sweet creature worthy of love and care.

Ever since then, your friendship has grew...and now it feels stronger, willing to put its life on the line for you if need be. Even though most of its powers have been concealed, it didn't feel like some weak and helpless lab experiment.

Oh no.

It was far from that now.

Thanks to your bond, it felt unbelievably strong.

So much so that....the normal-type realized an extraordinary change was imminent.

And you were about to witness it.

"Look! Nully's glowing, [y/n]!" Nemona pointed, her eyes widening as your companion was basked in a familiar light. "Is it evolving???"

"Oh my god...I think so." You gasped, never realizing the possibility of it evolving, but you're now certain that friendship is what triggered it at last.

The most noticeable thing were the cracks that started appearing all over its helmet, pieces of what you assumed was indestructible alien material falling apart. Nully shook its head vigorously, trying to get rid of it as much as possible.

Then it turned its attention to a nearby boulder, letting out a cry before performing a move similar to a Headbutt, ramming into it and letting the rock shatter the helmet completely.

At last, it was free.

When the glow faded, you and your friends gazed in awe as Nully looked back at all of you.

With its mask finally gone, what lied underneath it was a beautiful creature made of both nature and machine, with a beaklike mouth that smiled proudly.

"Nully...?" You murmured, stepping closer.

"Ally." It chirped, walking up to greet you.

Tears began forming in your eyes as your grin widened. "I can't believe it...friendship was all it took to-"

Suddenly, your rotomphone decided to ruin the sweet moment by flying out of your pocket.

It displayed a new entry in your Pokedex, and you grabbed it to read what it had to say, while Arven, Penny, and Nemona checked their own phones.

"I see, you're Silvally now." You gazed back up at Null--Silvally, watching it bow its head respectfully. With a small laugh, you mimicked the gesture, before petting it lovingly as you sighed. "Wow..."

You noticed one of the metal bolts on its face open up like a CD player, indicating that something had to go in there-

"Wait.." Remembering the memory discs, you took one out and held it up. "Do you want me to use this?"

Silvally nodded, although before you could do anything, Arven interjected.

"Hold on, which memory is that?"

"The Dark Memory. It probably just changes its type, but I believe this represents all the pain Silvally had to endure while being trapped in that mask, not knowing what it did wrong or why people shunned it for simply existing." You placed a gentle hand under your companion's jaw. "But now I think it's ready to turn that painful memory into power. So let's see what happens.."

"Silllllv!"

Carefully inserting the disc into the open slot, you watched as it closed up. Then you stepped back, seeing the colors and spikes on its body turn smoky black.

Even its eyes changed, and when they opened they looked even more menacing than ever.

And they stared directly at you.

With a low growl, it crept closer to you, while your friends held back..tense and worried that the pokedex entries were correct: this wasn't something you could so easily control.

There was probably a very good reason for the mask-

Yet any hostility Silvally seemingly expressed disappeared, as it smiled and licked your cheek affectionately, causing you to laugh once more. "Hey, that tickles! C'mere you!"

Hugging its neck, you grinned as you received even more kisses, hearing it purr with happiness. You petted its feathery crest, relieved that it completely trusted you now.

"Wow..it's way cooler than Arceus!" Nemona laughed. "Do you think I can battle it-??"

Silvally just shot her a wary look, and she immediately fell silent, a nervous smile on her face. "Haha, you're right. Not yet. But I swear we're gonna have an epic battle one day!"

"Yeah, one day. But for now, I have something special for this big guy."

"Sill?"

You managed to regain its full attention with a simple yet supereffective move of your very own:

It's called "chin scritches", something that none of your other Pokémon could resist receiving.

The mask obviously made it difficult for Silvally to receive proper affection back then...and you vowed to find a way to break it so you can do just that.

Now it was free of that awful and heavy thing, having a brand new life to look forward to: battles, friendships with other Pokémon, and more.

Even better?

Your three closest friends in all of Paldea were here to witness its evolution--a sign that despite all the odds...your bond was unbreakable.