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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 6: felix + double penetration in two holes

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tw: female anatomy; softdom!felix; usage of a butt plug; mentions of oral sex (f receiving); mentions of rimming (f receiving) and anal fingering (f receiving); clit play; felix leaving hickeys; felix spanks reader on the ass literally once; unprotected piv sex (don’t do that at home 🤨); protected anal intercourse (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); aftercare; ♡

this is honestly pure filth i’m sorry…

wc: 3k;

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

🔖 (open): @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; ♡

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Isn’t it funny - the way everyone thinks your boyfriend is a literal angel on earth and the most composed guy ever when really, he’s a freak in the sheets? You think it is.

After all, they don’t know about what you two do when you’re alone - in the confines of the walls of your shared apartment They don’t know how he spends most of his time with his body between your legs, buried deep inside of you, they don’t know how kinky he is, always coming up with new things to try in bed with you. Not that you mind, of course. Plus, you really love the fact you’re the only one to know this side of his, it makes it even more special.

Felix turns into an entirely different person when sex is involved.

Forget the cute smiles and his innocent eyes, forget how graceful and delicate he looks - he ruins you every time. The first time you discovered Felix’s tendency to be dominant and basically a fucking pornstar in bed, was actually the first time you guys had a fight and, well, it was the best make up sex you ever had. Ever. Bent over the drawer in your bedroom as he took you from behind, fingers entangled in your hair, tugging at it as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear. Needless to say - you came hard and fast that night.

It’s a paradox, isn’t it? How can someone be that cute and fuck that hard at the same time? It should be illegal, but in the end you came up with the conclusion that he simply is the jackpot, and that no matter how hard you try - you’ll never find someone better than him. Not that you want or feel the need to, anyway.

Today is no exception. Once again - acted all cute and sweet in front of his friends and then turned into a complete animal the minute you found yourselves alone at home.

“You were such a good girl for me tonight…”, he mutters against your skin as his lips kiss their way from your breast to your navel, then to your lower abdomen, stopping right before they could brush the soft skin of your molds. Then, you feel his fingers on you - on your inner thighs first, then closer and closer to your core. However, he doesn’t go for your pussy - instead, he directs them to your other hole, the pads of his digits tapping lightly the metal bud that’s pressed against your skin. “Wearing this during movie nights with the boys and having to sit still…”, he sucks in a breath.

He’s referring to the butt plug he’d asked you to wear tonight of all nights. It’s actually your first time trying it after Felix suggested it a couple of weeks before, and his eyes practically sparkled when you agreed to his idea, and it’s your first time letting Felix access you other hole, too, but since you trust him with your life you figured why not?

The feeling is pleasant - you discovered. At first, you were scared it’d hurt or feel uncomfortable or that you simply wouldn’t like it, but Felix made sure you were relaxed enough for it before pushing the plug in your hole. He spent a good thirty minutes down there - making you cum with his tongue on your clit first, to ease some of the tension. Then, his tongue found its way to your rim, lapping and sucking on the sensitive skin of your hole until you were practically begging him to use his fingers. By the time he pushed his first finger inside of you, you were already a panting mess beneath him.

“Did it feel good?”, he asks you, still staring at the plug in awe, biting his lower lip as he finally brings his digits to your slit, pleased to find it wet already. “Oh - it seems like it did.”, he chuckles, eyes meeting yours, your cheeks a bit red, you’re clearly embarrassed to be caught red-handed. “Mhh, did you like the feeling of having your ass stuffed while we were at Chan’s?”, his voice is low as he speaks, his fingers pressing unexpectedly on your clit now, making your body jolt.

If Felix asks you a question in bed, you answer it. That’s the rule.

So you nod. “Yes.”

“Naughty girl.”, he chuckles once again, rubbing slow, lazy eights on your clit. “My naughty girl.”, he growls, as the movements on your sensitive nub become faster as if he wants to get you off, when really, you know this is not his true intention - he just want to tease you until you’re begging for his cock. “Want to fuck you so bad.”, he mutters against your skin, kissing your inner thigh as he keeps playing with your clit.

“Please…”, you whisper, when his lips start to suck on your skin - he’ll surely leave a mark.

He does it often, leave marks on your body - in places only you and him can see. It makes it more exciting, he thinks, and you agree. The thought of being the only ones to know what happened underneath the sheets drives you both crazy. It’s not because he’s possessive or anything - he leaves them more as a memory.

“Please what?”, his deep voice vibrates in his chest, and you feel yourself getting even wetter than before.

See? A total brat in bed. He knows what you want - he just wants you to say it out loud, otherwise he won’t give it to you.

“Please, fuck me.”, you whimper, entangling your fingers in his dyed hair. “I want your cock so bad. Wanted it so bad the whole night.”

It sends a shiver down his spine, knowing that when you were watching a movie with your friends, all you could think of was him and how much you wanted him, needed him. All while having the butt plug deep inside inside of you, stretching out your hole.

“My God.” Felix moans against your skin, tip of his nose only a couple of inches away from his fingers, that are still playing with your clit, albeit a little slower now. “The things you make me wanna do to you…”, he bites his lip, looking at you through his hooded eyes, dark with lust.

“Mhh, what kind of things?”, you ask him seductively, moving your hand from his hair to his face, brushing his plump lips with the pad of your thumb. He wastes no time in parting his lips and swirling his hot tongue around your digit.

“The nastiest things.”, he grunts. Then, you feel two of his fingers parting your folds, and you gasp at the sudden feeling of your pussy being filled too. You feel incredibly full - his fingers deep inside your cunt and the plug in your other hole, and it feels amazing. So amazing, you wish Felix had suggested it sooner.

When he lowers his head and swirls his tongue around your clit, you feel you’re about to pass out. An obscene sound leaves your mouth, and you can’t see it, but Felix smirks against your pussy as he sucks on your clit as if it were the tastiest meal. To him, it is.

“Feelin’ good?”, he asks cockily, already knowing the answer.

“So good.”, you pant, lips parted and eyes closed as he touches you everywhere - clit, g-spot and ass at the same time.

“Wanna feel even better?”

You widen your eyes at his words. You don’t know whether you could possibly feel better than you’re right now, but at the same time you’re intrigued by his proposition. After all, if there’s one thing your relationship with Felix has taught you - is that he’s full of surprises.

“Yes.”

Consent - that’s all Felix needs. You know he won’t ever do anything you haven’t previously agreed to.

“Lay on your stomach, then.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you immediately position yourself on the bed the way he asked you. He bites his lips at the sight of your ass, and slaps it lightly, squeezing the soft flesh. Then, his fingers immediately find their way between your ass cheeks, gently spreading them a bit - revealing the beautiful decoration between them. Felix hisses at the sight.

“Gonna fuck your pussy while this -“, he taps on the plug and you moan. “-is deep inside your ass. Is that okay, love?”

You don’t answer verbally this time, simply nod. He slaps your asscheek, hard. “Words.”

“Yes- yes, please.”, you whimper, biting on your lip, turning your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder as he positions himself behind you, on his knees.

Then, he grabs you by the hips, lifting your hips up just enough to give him a better access to your pussy. You clench around nothing when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your entrance, ready to enter you - you’re so wet it’ll slip in easily.

It does - parting your wet walls and sinking all the way inside of you until he fills you completely. \

“You’re so tight.” Felix grunts, caressing your lower back with his fingers. “Always take me so well, tho.”, he praises you. “I slipped right in, you sucked me in so good.”

You clench around him and he smirks cockily. He knows the effect he has on you. Without uttering another word, he starts moving inside of you, hips smacking against yours with each thrust as deep, hoarse grunts fall from his lips repeatedly. You can’t help but notice, tho, that he seems to be curiously intrigued by the metal object that’s currently buried inside your ass, practically staring at it as he fucks you from behind.

“Wanna fuck this ass so bad.”, his words fall from his lips almost instinctively, when really - he didn’t even mean to say them out loud.

Hearing him say that turns you on more than it probably should.

“You can.”

Felix’s thrust inside your cunt come to an abrupt halt. “What?”, he asks in disbelief. He must’ve misheard you.

“If you want to… you can.”, you repeat, slightly blushing, the thought of him fucking your other hole making you feel suddenly embarrassed.

“Do you want to?”, he quirks an eyebrow at you. He doesn’t want you to agree to it only because you want to fulfill his fantasy, he can live without it.

You nod against the soft pillow. “I do.”

“Right now?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Fuck.” Felix’s breath hitches in his throat. “Okay, love. Lie on your back, then - I wanna look you in the eyes.”

Ten minutes later, Felix is between your legs once again, rubber rolled onto his length, fully coated in lube.“I’m going to take this out now, love.” Felix whispers, fingers brushing against the cold material of the plug.

You nod, biting your lip, and Felix begins to pull it out, making your eyes roll in the back of your skull at the sensation as a moan escapes your throat. It’s enough to make his cock throb, and it’s not even remotely close to being inside of you. You miss the sensation of being filled the second he pulls the plug out of you, already used to the feeling.

Felix positions himself between your legs, spread for him, and aligns his tip to your hole, ready to push inside. “Ready, love?”, he asks, looking you in the eyes, not wanting to miss a single reaction of yours.

“Yes.”

You suck in a breath the second Felix actually pushes the tip of his hard cock inside of you, he lets out a deep moan at the same time. The feeling is definitely different than when you had the plug inside of you - he is much thicker and longer. However, it’s not painful, just a little uncomfortable, but it’s just because you still have to get used to it. Felix immediately snaps his head in your direction, checking in on you to see if you’re okay. You nod, reassuring him that you’re fine, and he slowly pushes inside some more, albeit not all the way yet.

Once he’s fully set inside of you, Felix wishes he could stay like this forever and never have to pull out. You feel unreal around him.

“You’re so tight, love.”, he moans, his cock being deliciously squeezed by your walls. “It’s even tighter than your pussy, fuck.”, he grunts, his eyes locked on where your bodies meet.

Felix decides now’s the perfect time to use his fingers - knowing he’s not going to last long anyway, not with the way you’re clenching around him, so hard he can barely move inside of you. The pads of his index and middle finger brush your clit lightly, and he can feel you relax around him immediately, allowing him to start thrusting slowly in and out of you, stretching your tight hole with his thick length. He moves his fingers all over the surface of your clit, drawing imaginary shapes - which results in you turning into a panting mess under him in a matter of seconds, but that’s perfectly okay, because he wants you to enjoy this as much as he is.

However, as previously stated, Lee Felix is a freak in the sheets, and despite the fact that he’s touching and stimulating your clit and his dick is literally inside your ass - he decides to give you more.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”, he whimpers.

You’re about to as him what’s too much, but then you feel his two fingers moving down to circle the wet entrance of your pussy. Your eyes widen, but you can’t deny you’re curious about what he has in mind and how it’ll feel. Sure, you’ve had his fingers up your cunt before - plenty of times actually, but you never had them inside of you while his cock was buried in your other hole. This is new - good new.

He’s not prepared for the moan that leaves your mouth once his fingers slip inside of you, and he nearly cums on the spot.

“You like that, mh?”, he asks you, a mischievous grin on his face as he looks you in the eyes.

Your hair is all messy and ruffled, you’re propped up on your elbows and your legs are spread wide for him - only for him. Your cheeks are slightly pink and you look absolutely fucked out. It makes him groan and snap his hips to meet yours. For a second he’s scared he might’ve been too rough, but the moan you let out is a clear sign you enjoyed it, so he does that again. And again.

“Oh, you sure do.”, he chuckles, his fingers still moving inside of you, pads on your g-spot. “My filthy girl likes having both of her holes filled, huh?”

You clench on both his fingers and his cock, your fingers gripping the bedsheets as you try to suppress a moan. “Felix, I’m-“, the words die in your throat, but Felix knows you like the back of his hand and nods. He knows you’re close, he can feel it.

“It’s okay, let go, love.”, he encourages you, fingers moving swiftly inside of you as he slows down the movements of his hips, wanting to focus on your pleasure first. “Cum for me, love. You’ve been so good to me, you always are.”, his deep voice vibrates in his chest and sends a shiver down your spine as you release around his fingers, both of your holes clenching around him as his name falls from your lips.

Felix hates it that he can’t kiss your lips right now, but he’ll make up for it later.

“That’s it, love. You were so good, came so hard.”, he praises, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. And, of course, he brings them to his mouth to lick them clean - he does it every time.

You place one of your hands on top of his hand that’s resting on your hip and intertwine your fingers with his. “Cum for me, baby.”, you whisper, looking him in the eyes, and his breath gets caught in his throat. “Show me how much you like fucking my ass.”

It’s not a secret that Felix likes dirty talking, and he’s a pro at it - but when you do it? On a whole other level.

“Fuck.”, he grunts, as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, albeit delicately, his other hand grabbing your other hip. “Like it so much.”, the words fall from his mouth instinctively, his mind is completely blank, a sign he’s close. “‘M so fucking close.”, his cock throbs inside of you.

“Cum, baby.”, you encourage him the same way he did you before, purposely clenching around his shaft.

He releases inside the rubber with a deep grunt, halting his movements, balls deep inside of you as he kicks his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He thinks it might be the most intense orgasm he ever experienced in his whole life - truth be told, he thinks it every time, because every orgasm with you is the best orgasm. It takes him a couple of seconds to regain his breath, and then he starts to pull out, fingers wrapped around the base of his softening cock to make sure the rubber stays in place.

Aftercare with Felix is always sweet and heartfelt, with soft words whispered and lingering kisses and touches as he takes care of you, and today is no exception. Loving and gentle as he runs you a bath, delicate as he blow-dries your hair, detangling it by running his fingers through it, and absolutely cute when he asks you to do your skincare together.

Your night ends with you and Felix sat on your bed with tissue masks on - him wearing a pink hairband with bunny ears and no, it’s not yours, contrary to what one may think. It matches his pajamas, that’s why he bought it.

And as he shows you reels and pictures of cute animals or wholesome memes - you can’t help but wonder how is it possible for him to be a fucking sex god and then turn into the sweetest, most precious and innocent-looking human being in the whole world.

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 1 year

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One piece modern au, Mama Rouge :)

Happy Mother’s Day :)

Here’s some mama Rouge for the occasion!

Additional info about her 👇(there's a lot.)

Rouge is a bit sickly. Throughout Ace’s formative years, she was in a hospital, sick. Its honestly a miracle she got through child birth alive, but she’s a very very strong woman.

Garp was there when Ace was born because I like to imagine that Garp was Gol D. Roger’s Parole Officer, and so of course he became a family friend. But since he was there for Ace's birth, he was also there when Rouge held her newborn and cried because she knew she couldn't take care of him in her condition.

And look, I don't know how child handling works, but I think it would be really funny if Garp was like "you're okay, girlie, I got the perfect idea." And then he held out a sheet of paper with all the people on his parole list and said like "pick one, this could be part of their community service sentence."

And Rouge was like "might as well, I guess, I don't want to put him in an adoption center or foster home so I guess I'm doing this". Then she picked out Dadan because 'dad' is already in her name, and she's not really given anymore qualifications other than that, so Dadan it is.

Plot twist though because all these convicts just all live with each other so it really wouldn't have mattered, it just meant that now Dadan would be the main guardian of Ace.

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Because she was in the hospital for so long when ace was growing up, she’s a bit of a mystery to him. Sometimes (like 3 times a year) she would come to visit him at The House Of Dadan and bring homemade large stuffed animals for him made with Ace's old clothes she's patched together. Ace loves them and they're on a high up shelf in his room, practically untouched in fears of potentially breaking them.

Whenever Ace has a day with Rouge, it's usually a bit awkward. Like Ace doesn't know how to have a mother and Rouge doesn't know how to have a son, but she is trying her best to have fun with him whenever she gets the chance to.

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I kinda envision these vibes. Not exactly but adjacent.

Very like "what do you wanna do, sweetie :)"

Ace never gets to visit her at the hospital because Rouge doesn't want him to see her in that kind of setting. He tried to once when he became an adult but he was turned away at the door. He may or may not have tried to then find her through the outside of the building through windows and he may or may not have been kicked off the premises by security.

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The first day on the job after Ace completes his tattoo artist apprenticeship, he gets a customer who called the day before requesting him specifically, which is a little weird since he had just started that day, normal patrons wouldn't know him.

When it's time for the appointment, he goes to the floor from the back of the shop, and the person sitting in his appointment seat,

Is.. is his mom.

Shes talking to his coworkers and laughing with them! Ahh no nononono. His mom is not supposed to see this part of his life. What is she doing here????

He rushes over to her and asks her what she's doing here for??

"I'm getting a tattoo from my son :) can I get this flower please? :)"

So he starts the tattoo process and Rouge is very cooperative and receptive to when he needs her to move or anything like that.

He's.. he's never actually been this close to her for so long...

He glances up one and he sees her smiling so softly at him.

Ace looks away quickly, hoping she doesn't see him blushing.

For all wondering, the tattoo that she has is very much on her ass and it is very much Roger's name.

That's all I got. I got a couple of people asking about Ace's family situation, so here ya go :)

Oh additionally, Roger died before Ace's birth from Cancer

Thanks for reading if you got this far :)

#my art #one piece #portgas d. ace #portgas d rouge #one piece fan art #one piece ace #one piece modern au

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sorbetisfruity · 11 months

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I feel like Neige’s ideal type is a literal princess/prince.

Like he sees you in the forest and you’re sleeping or dozing off and animals and insects are just surrounding you. And they’re not hurting you, they’re admiring you.

And he’s immediately like, “I want them.”

Btw, can y’all tell that I love Neige??? And Vil?? Sorry I write about them sm, but GAGSGVS I love them!!!!

Also this definitely ties into my little imagine I did a week or so ago about Vil being super mad if he ever found out you were close with Neige. This is how you two originally met!!!!

ᶻ𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓𐰁✰

You sigh as you step foot in the forest, feeling the wind blow through your hair.

You hear birds chirping and fluttering in the trees, and squirrels and rabbits skittering about.

Finally you get to hear something other than a boring lecture or Crowley.

Why are you here, you ask?

After some much needed begging from you (and your friends and teachers) Crowley is letting you have a week long break from school.

And thank the great seven for that, because god do you need it.

I mean, with 4 overblots back to back, and practically being the school therapist and Crowley’s lovely assistant…?

Yeah you’re definitely a little stressed. And you definitely deserve a break.

A break from school and everyone else.

Your goal today was to not talk to any of your friends. You love them but god, they can be a bit…obnoxious sometimes.

As you walk and think to yourself, you come across a clearing in the woods.

The clearing is covered in plush, green grass. Flowers of all colors grow around it, making it look like a bed meant for a fairy. The sun hits the clearing as well, making the grass just warm enough for a nap.

It looks like a scene from a fairytale!!

..a little nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

….

…right.

You stretch as you step over the flowers, not wanting to break or hurt them. And as you lay down onto the grass, you sigh contently.

This patch of grass was more comfortable than your actual bed back at Ramshackle!!

You close your eyes, listening to the buzzing of the bees around you as you fall asleep…

And as you snoozed away, animals gathered around you, looking at you as if you were some foreign being.

A butterfly lands softly on the tip of your nose, as a couple more cuddle up into your hair.

A rabbit nudges your hand, before cuddling up into your arm.

A doe lays at your feet, and a couple of cardinals and blue jays perch upon a branch by your head, chirping curiously.

You were surrounded and loved by animals and insects of all kinds, yet you didn’t stir from your slumber.

But suddenly, a twig broke, releasing a loud crack throughout the once silent forest.

The animals and insects turned their heads and came face to face with a boy in white.

The boy was young looking, short and had black hair. His skin was fair and well, to put it simply, he was absolutely gorgeous.

With big brown eyes and a round face, he looked as innocent and as sweet as can be.

“Why, hello there birdies!” He spoke softly, yet excitedly as the birds tweeted happily and landed on his out stretched hand.

“How are you guys doing today?”

The birds chirped in response, turning their heads towards you. Who, somehow, was still asleep despite the amount of animals around you.

“Oh..? And who..who is this?” The boy in white spoke softly once again, kneeling down and moving some hair out of your face.

He blushed softly, realizing that one, you’re sleeping, and two?

…you are absolutely ethereal..

“Who are you?..you look oh so..familiar?” You look like someone he’d see in a dream. A dream where he met a beautiful princess/prince and practically married them on the spot.

He touched your face with his hand. He touched you softly and delicately, as if you were made of porcelain.

Your skin was soft and flushed, a result of Vils skincare routine and the sun brushing against your face like a warm blanket as you slept.

Who were you?…

You stirred in your sleep, eyes slowly opening.

And as you began to wake up, the boy in white jumped up and ran the other direction!! Which startled a couple of the animals around you.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up is that your eyes were covered. And as you came more and more to your senses, you realized a butterfly was sitting upon your nose!!

“Well, good afternoon to you as well Mr. Butterfly.” You hummed, smiling as the butterfly flapped its blue wings happily.

“Here, I’m sure these flowers will be more comfortable than my nose.”

You picked up the butterfly gently and set it on a white flower next to you, giggling as it flew off the flower and instead found comfort on your head.

“Fine, fine. You may lay on me. But I really do think the flowers would be….more..”

You paused, looking around and seeing the surplus of animals surrounding you.

“Uh…when did I inherit a petting zoo?” You giggled to yourself, petting the rabbit softly.

The rabbit thumped the ground with its back paw happily as you pet it, leaning into your touch.

You stared up at the sky, realizing how late it was. Your nap was supposed to be pretty short, but it seemed it ended up a couple hours long.

You sighed, standing up and stretching. Paying no mind to the butterfly’s that flew out of your hair and onto the flowers surrounding you.

“It was nice to meet y’all, but I’ve gotta head back.” You spoke, scratching the doe behind the ear, “as soft as this grass was, I don’t think sleeping outside in the dark would be safe for me.”

You waved goodbye to your newly found animal friends, smiling softly as you began to make the walk back to Ramshackle.

But.

“Oof!” “Woah!”

You bumped into someone, landing on top of them.

“I’m so-” You started, before realizing how close you two were.

One wrong move and you two would definitely…

Ki…

No!!!!

Don’t think about that, this is a stranger!

You frantically scrambled off of the person, standing up and brushing yourself off before apologizing profusely.

As the person stood up, you realized it was a guy.

He was dressed in white, shorter than you, and, to put it simply? He was beautiful.

He probably rivaled Vil!!

(Never tell Vil that.)

He had black hair, a round face, and brown puppy dog eyes.

Overall? Total cutie.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going..” You broke the stare you two were holding, hands waving frantically.

“Oh please, it was all my fault!! Don’t worry. I’m fine. Are you okay?” He asked, his face twisted in concern.

“Of course I’m okay!! I landed on top of you, after all.” Oh My Goddddd why would you say that?!?!

“You probably took most of the hit.” You awkwardly laughed out.

“So, what’s your name? And are you sure you’re okay?” You questioned, breaking the silence.

You didn’t know who he was?

Neige wasn’t one to be egotistical, but he knew he was quite well known around Twisted Wonderland.

If anything he was expecting you to ask for an autograph or something.

But this? Someone who didn’t know him?

Now this was exciting.

And as he heard you talk more, he realized something.

He KNEW you.

No, no, not from a dream.

From the news!! From the papers! From Magicam!!!

You’re-

“*ahem*? Hey dude, you okay? Maybe you did fall a lot harder than we thought…I can take you to the nurse if you’d like!” You interrupted his train of thought, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Oh!!! No, no, I don’t need a nurse. It’s nothing. Just got lost in thought.” Neige giggled out, grabbing one of your hands.

“I’m Neige, Neige Leblanche! Who are you?”

“I’m-”

You’re Y/N L/N, you’re from NRA, and you’re the hero who’s been stopping overblot after overblot since the school year began.

He knows you. And he’s been wanting to meet you the moment he heard about you from Che’nya.

Neige stared at your eyes, getting lost in them as you spoke about yourself.

But he quickly snapped out of it when you asked him a rather interesting question.

“So, do you go to school here? I’ve never seen you around…if you were in a dorm? It’d definitely be Pomefiore. You’re way too pretty to NOT be in there!” You said, making his pale face turn pink.

The prettiest person he’s ever met just called HIM pretty!?!

Now he really thinks he’s dreaming…

“But you’re dressed in white. Kids at NRA don’t tend to wear white. Except for Kalim and me occasionally. And that’s only when Rook and Vil have some little outfits they wanna shove me in!” You joked, giggling to yourself.

“Oh no, I don’t go here! I go to RSA!” He spoke softly, ignoring the fact you knew Vil as he moved closer to you.

“That definitely fits you better,” you laughed again, “you look too nice and act too nice to be in NRA.”

“I could say the same thing about you too, you know.” He said almost immediately, the words slipping out of his mouth as smooth as butter.

Your face flushed, looking at him in surprise before looking away.

“I’d say you look even nicer than I do, Y/N.”

Your face darkened even more, not even daring to look him in the eyes.

Suddenly, you were hyperaware of everything.

Especially how soft his hand was on yours.

How long has he been holding your hand?

It’s so…tense.

Are you always this weird around pretty people?

“Anyways, it’s getting late. And pretty people need their beauty sleep, right? I think it’s time you head home, Y/N.” Neige smiled brightly up at you, moving into the next topic with ease as if he didn’t just fluster you to no end.

“But first!! Give me your number, or at least your Magicam. I wanna talk to you more!! You’re so interesting!”

You’ve told the poor boy practically nothing about yourself other than your name, yet he’s head over heels and ready to try and win you over.

You agreed, wanting to talk to him more too.

After all, there’s no harm in talking to a literal Prince Charming, is there?

“I’ll see you later, Neige. Goodnight, and sweet dreams.” You spoke tiredly, yawning as you began to walk away.

“Goodnight to you as well Y/N!! I’ll text you in the morning! Sleep well!!”

And as you walked back to Ramshackle, Neige couldn’t help but giggle in glee as he stared at your number and Magicam.

(You gave him both. You couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes:(((( )

He can’t believe he met his princess/prince, it was just like a fairytale he’d read when he was younger.

Now, he just needs to make you fall for him!!

But how?

ᶻ𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ᶻ 𝗓𐰁✰

I always end up making people unintentionally obsessive/possessive:(((

But luckily, I think it fits Neige.

Bro NEEDS his happy ending and he needs it NOW.

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starlight-write · 1 month

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Grumpy Cat

Requests: Open!

Summary: Angel enjoys messing with his boyfriend a little to much, which leads to an interesting discovery.

Pairings: Ler!Angeldust, Lee!Husk (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Nifty being weird

Word Count: 2495

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It was rare to spot the old cat anywhere in the hotel besides the bar, which had become a sort of safe haven for the old grouch that he almost never let anyone else into cause that's his spot goddamnit.

Besides a certain spider, of course. But that's besides the point.

Today was one of those days it seemed as Husker took his opportunity while the main floor was empty to claim a spot on the couch.

Seeing as no one was around, the cat allowed himself to give in to his animal instincts and circled the spot a few times before curling up in a ball and letting himself drift away into a much deserved catnap.

The bartender couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour before he was woken up by faint whispers and giggling right above his head, followed by the tickly sensation of something touching the inside of his ear.

"Be quiet. I want to see how far I can shove this thing in this hole."

"Oh! Oh! We should shove my needle in there next!"

Husk snapped his head up to see Angeldust and Nifty smiling innocently down at him. He noticed his punk ass boyfriend was holding one of his red feathers in his hand.

Husker quickly shook himself off and got up to face the two instigators.

"Alright, alright. You two had your fun, now scram! There are plenty of other assholes in this building to bother if you're that bored." He said, hands making a shoo-ing motion towards the pair.

"But we didn't even get to dissect you yet!" Nifty whined and held her oversized needle up in the air.

"Hey, I think I heard a couple rats in the vents. Go find those and dissect them instead, you freak." Husk pointed.

The girl laughed maniacally and she scurried out of the room.

Husk shivered a bit.

"God that thing freaks me out."

Angeldust fiddled with the feather in his hands. "Eh. The brats actually pretty fun to be around when she's toned down the psycho a bit."

The man noticed the feather once again and pointed an accusatory finger at his boyfriend. "And just where do you get off shoving things into people's ears."

"You really want me to answer that?" He smirked.

Husk just groaned and fell face-down back onto the couch. Still a bit groggy from his nap and annoyed at his boyfriend's antics.

The cat sprawled out over the length of the couch as he repositioned himself, allowing his wings full range to reach up and hide his face away from the other.

"Whatever, go find your little friend a make a porno with the rats or whatever it is you like to do for fun. Just leave me out of it."

"Awww what's wrong? Monday blues got you down, Whiskers?" Angel cooed sweetly before making his way over to the side of the couch where he proceeded to climb on top of the grumpy cats back.

"Off."

"What? I'm putting the feather back right where I found it." Angel teased and began playing with his boyfriends wings.

Husk couldn't stop his wings from twitching a bit under the sporadic touches. Just as he was about to use one to swipe his boyfriend off of the couch, the spider reached up and began carefully massaging the cats shoulders.

Dammit. The cat thought as his entire body instantly turned too putty under his boyfriend's hands. That bastard knew how much this affected him, it's not fair.

The cat grumbled a bit longer but gladly accepted his fate and relaxed into the touch. His body relaxing completely as he began to purr.

Angel laughed softly at the adorable sight. Figured this was a good way to apologize for interrupting the cat's nap.

"See, I'm not all that bad.~"

Husker gave a small hum in response before nuzzling his face in his arms. Stress melting away and Husk found himself drifting off to sleep not even a few minutes later.

The other just smiled softly and enjoyed the feeling of Husk's soft fur running through his fingers.

"Yeah, your grouchy ass definitely needed this." The demon said before leaning give the cat a quick kiss.

A couple more minutes passed. Angel's fingers continued slowly down the other's back tracing lines and shaped before he eventually reached the space near the base of the cat's wings.

The spider didn't even register that his fingers had accidentally brushed against the wings' base until the cat jolted violently as if he had been shocked, followed by a loud yelp.

Husk stiffened. He immediately tried to get out from under his boyfriend while reaching back to push the other's hand.

"A-Alright. That's enough. L-Let me up."

Angel froze, worried he'd somehow hurt him, but proceeded to do the opposite of what his partner asked and instead pushed him back down on the couch.

"Sorry, did I hurt ya?" He asked as he began feeling around the spot for any damage. "Was it just a really sore spot I hit or something else?"

He continued to gently brush around the wings while barely grazing his fingers, worried to cause any more pain. Only more concerning that the other wasn't answering him.

Angel looked up and saw that his boyfriend's shoulders were shaking and both hands covered his mouth with his face buried deep into the cushion.

It took longer than Angel would like to admit for him to finally put the pieces together, the demon smiled widely at the realization.

"Ooooooh. That's what that was?~" The spider leaned forward to whisper in the cat's ear. Pressing down a bit harder to pin the other even more. "Husker~ Don't tell me you're ticklish~"

Time to go. The cat thought as he scrambled and fought to get away from the menace on top of him. That tone itself was enough to tell him his boyfriend's little mood had returned with a vengeance.

The spider laughed and sprouted his two extra sets of arms to help him pin the other in place.

"Dammit!- Let me go! Hrgh!- Get offa me-" Husk squirmed viciously, twisting beneath the other and fighting for any chance to escape. He hissed as his wrists were caught and pinned firmly above his head, the other pairs holding down his wings and hips.

The demon chuckled and Husk could practically hear that shit-eating grin he no doubt has on his stupid face- that fucker.

"Awww you're so cute, trying to get away from me~" The cat snarled as the demon leaned over to whisper in his ear again. "What's wrong, Whiskers? Surely a tough guy like you can't be that sensitive~"

A finger trailed along the top of his wing causing the bartender's whole body to jolt again.

"D-D-Don-Don't you fu-fucking dare."

"Aw what's gottcha so nervous, Husky?~ Am I ruffling your feathers too much?~" Angel teased, using both hands to stroke along the length of the wings.

Husk's face was on fire at this point. The other's teasing was just too much.

He thought he would get used to the other's constant flirting and teasing remarks the other flung at him every single day. But even then, it never failed to make the bartender's face heat up, granted he would never admit it to anyone. For once, being thankful for the fur covering his face.

That, along with the awfully light strokes on his wings was enough for the poor cat to completely shut down. Too flustered to get a single word out.

The cat buried his face in the couch once again as his body shook with repressed laughter.

Angel smiled and began wiggling his fingers as he ran up and down the length of the wings. Husk let out a frustrated growl, trying desperately to block out the horrible tickly feeling. A few grunts managing to escape as the cat tried to bury his face even further into the cushion.

The wings twitched violently under the touch causing the next pair of hands reach up and hold them in place as well.

"Jesus, Husker, is it that bad?" He laughed. "I have have never seen you this worked up before! Gotta say, I'm a little hurt that you've hid this from me for so long~"

The hands were drawing closer and closer to the demon's back and he was having a much harder time forcing down his laughter.

"You ignoring me? I can tell you're smiling, Husker~ You must be enjoying this!"

A high-pitched whine escaped from the cat demon's throat at hearing his sadistic excuse for a partner. He shook his head rapidly and kicked his legs as he tried to distract himself from the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

The hands made their way to the tips of each wing and stayed there for a good second. Husker took this chance to breath and regain some of his composure. Unaware that he'd just confirmed his parter's suspicions.

"You're so cute." Angel smiled. "Do your wings become less sensitive the farther out they go?" He asked, experimentally scribbling the very ends of the appendages.

Husk froze. It's fucking Angel, of course he'd be the one to figure it out. God, Husk hated how perceptive he was when it came to finding new ways to fuck with him. Husker knew he was screwed no matter what he said. He huffed and turned around to look at his tormentor.

He honestly couldn't believe that bastard had the audacity to smile down at him, just as innocent as earlier, as if he wasn't torturing him to death just for the fun of it.

"Oh, fuck you." Husk spat. Not that it mattered, he knew his boyfriend was about to kill him either way.

Although he'd be lying if he said that seeing the other's face morph from faux innocence so downright sinister didn't send a chill down his spine.

"What was that?~" Angel smiled. Hands moved once again across the wing's length only much, much slower than before.

"I-I sai- I-ugh!-" Dammit. Husk cursed his voice for stuttering and began to yank and twist his wrists again more out of embarrassment than thinking he was actually going to get away from this monster on top of him.

"Oh no. You were so bold just a second ago, why not say it again before I make you regret it.~" Fingers still trailing slowly as he tightened his grip around the other's wrists.

"Yo-Yohohou ahaha b-b-bahahahhahaha-" A steady stream of giggles finally escaped from his throat, the demon being to flustered to even try to suppress any of it at this point. The cat twisted and turned violently in a fit of frustration and embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Angel chuckled, finally reaching the base of the cat's wings, fingers barely touching the feathers while still making their presence known. "You never answered my question though, does it tickle more the further down I go? I sure hope not. If that's the case, I don't know how you're gonna handle this~" Angel exclaimed as he finally went in for the kill. Using all four of his hands to torment the base and lower section of the winds.

Husk screamed silently at the sensation, before actually screaming as his struggling increase tenfold.

"aaAAAAAAHHH!!! AHAHAHAH- STA-STAHAHAHAAA- FAHAHA-"

Poor Husker was thrown into screaming hysterics almost immediately, that spot was terrible enough by itself, never mind having four hands completely focusing on wrecking him there!

Why the fuck did Angel need to have three pairs of arms??? This isn't fair!!

The poor demon didn't last long, his body soon went completely limp as he resigned himself to his fate, not having anymore energy to resist the overly intense feeling. His voice went silent for a moment as well when his body forced him to take a break from the near constant laughing/screaming.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped and all six hands released their grip on the poor demon.

Husker gasped deeply and collapsed, pulling his arms protectively over his sides now that his wrists were free.

Angel was still on top of him however, only now gently stroking the cat's head.

And that bastard is still laughing.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're alright. Breathe."

Husker did just that, gulping in as much air as he could. The mortification of what just happened setting in as more oxygen found its way to his head.

Angel chuckled almost nervously and began sweetly massaging the cat's shoulder blades again.

"Heh. You still alive? You scared me for a second there, got quiet and stopped moving all of a sudden. I almost thought I killed ya." He gave another nervous chuckle.

"Fu-Fuhuhuck y-you, bihihitch." The bartender managed to get out. Still not moving a muscle and recovering from the attack.

"Ah, yeah. I went a little overboard, I'm sorry. You're just so cute, and I've never been able to get a reaction like that out of you before. I really couldn't help myself. Especially when I got you to smile like that- I was- AAH!!"

Husk promptly cut off his boyfriend's rambling by bucking hard enough to finally throw him off the couch.

The demon grunted as hell fell to the floor. Looking back up at his partner who had curled himself into a ball, wings held tightly against him as he regained his composure.

"I am actually gonna kill you for that one." He huffed out.

Angel stood, brushing himself off and nervously ran his finger through his hair.

"Yeah...I kind of deserve it for that one." He laughed and sat back down next to the cat. "Seriously though, you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He mumbled, his signature grouch finding its way back onto his face. To which Angel reached up and scratched under the cat's chin.

"What are y- eh whatever." God, he hated being a cat. Being forced to enjoy this sort of shit.

Angel laughed. "You still love me?"

Husk cut his eyes over at his pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and huffed.

"Unfortunately."

The other smiled and cupped the cat's face while kissing his forehead.

Angel pulled back, still holding the other's face. Suddenly he got the idea to test out another suspicion of his.

"I could tell you liked it though." The spider said.

The cat stuttered a bit and jerked his head out of the other's grip.

"You are downright impossible! What makes you think I'd enjoy that type of childishness even a little bit?!"

Angel pressed his palms together and smirked at the other.

"Oh, y'know one sign could be how warm your face just got."

Husk froze with his mouth wide open at the sheer amount of audacity-

"That's it!-" He declared as he shot up off the couch and lunged at his boyfriend who was now running for his life, laughing the entire way.

Husk hated when he was right, and now he's gonna kill him for it.

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel tickles #sfw tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #huskerdust tickles #ler!angeldust #lee!husk #this took a lot longer than I care to admit

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koolades-world · 1 year

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More Obey me! Headcannons

had so much fun last time I wanted to do it again

Satan is so smart, but has issues doing basic math and refuses to admit it, like he can’t figure out fifteen plus seven without his fingers or a calculator (is this me projecting? maybe)

Belphie bought himself and Mc matching house slippers. Mc thought Beel felt left out and made Belphie buy a pair for him too

Beel has a huge green thumb, and takes upon himself to save plants he thinks are sad or lonely. He buys the dying plants from the store to bring back to life (partially inspired by the chat where someone, forgot who, told beel that if he talked to plants they would grow faster my precious baby)

Lucifer is the best cook at the HoL, but rarely has time to cook. Beel is the second best but usually eats the ingredients before he can make anything with them. Mammon is probably the worst because Levi can make food from animes almost perfectly

Asmo once almost set a store he was collaborating with on fire with his rage alone because they spelt his name wrong

Beel probably needs a new toothbrush every couple weeks. Belphie probably gets toothbrushes mixed up and uses ones that aren’t his

Lucifer and Solomon like prune juice haha old men

The one thing Luke and Simeon have seriously disagreed on is if raisins belong in dessert. Michael likes them, so Luke does too. Simeon thinks they’re awful but never directly says it, so Lucifer usually says it for him

Despite always being online, Levi had not once checked his RAD email. He has 9,999+ emails, probably a lot more because 9,999 is where it stops counting

Mammon collects cool rocks and keeps them in a box under his bed

Satan’s hands are always freezing, so he sticks them under Mc (or a cat) when possible, or uses a charmed hot water bottle from Solomon that stays warm for days at a time

Solomon and Asmo have had matching bracelet sets for as long as they’ve known each other, and since they didn’t make them anymore, they got some custom done for Mc so they could also have them

For about 1,000 years, Thirteen though jelly beans were an actual kind of bean and Solomon never let her let it go

The first food Mc and Mammon ate on a date in the human world together was Taiyaki, so he made it a point to learn how to make them to surprise Mc (even though he’s a terrible cook) (I might make this a fic since I like this idea so much)

Diavolo has always wanted a Devildom version of a hamster but Barbatos refused to have any kind of rodent in the castle, rat or not

Luke probably downloads those stupid app games with the ads unironically

Satan’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel because she ran off to do what she wanted without caring what her father thought, it’s giving daddy issues. He’s probably considered running off and marrying Mephisto to make Lucifer angry

Raphael unironically enjoys off brand chips and soda

Lucifer is a nail biter, and Asmo is helping him curve the habit by putting a nasty tasting top coat when he does his nails, and it’s also why he wears gloves all the time.

Belphie and Satan once went up to the humans world together to mess with people in Salem, Massachusetts with magic, which spawned several conspiracy theory books. They read them together and laugh as a past time

Diavolo once went to the human world in his demon form for,, reasons, and accidentally got written into ancient mythology because he got spotted by humans

Barbatos had a home garden for cooking and sometimes lets Asmo have leaves from some of the plants to make homemade skin care products

Mammon probably has lots of earwax. Don’t share your earbuds with him unless you make him clean them afterwards

Belphie has a really large water bottle that’s always on his side table. He wakes up randomly though the night, chugs an ungodly amount of water and then passed out again. In the mornings he has to piss really bad but is too lazy to get up and actually do it, so he just sits and complains. Even Beel isn’t sure how he’s able to drink that much water in a short amount of time

Satan likes waking up early to enjoy the morning air and read outside for a while since mornings can get hectic with his brothers

Thirteen’s favorite torture device is the Iron Maiden. She had her own that she bedazzled. Even Asmo is jealous and wants her to make him one too

Mammon introduced Diavolo to Gatorade, and instead of sneaking behind Lucifer and Barbatos’s backs to drink Demonus, they have secret Gatorade meetings

Diavolo and Lucifer definitely both had a hidden Dialuci stash of things and probably clash trying to collect limited edition things online

None of the Obey me cast took birthdays or passing of years seriously until Mc entered the picture and suddenly time was precious, and they actually kept track. Because of this, nobody is really sure how old the twins are

Mephisto thinks roosters want world domination

Asmo thinks cilantro tastes like soap and Levi thinks anything cola flavored tastes like cough medicine

Mammon's favorite party trick is one Mc taught him, which is rolling his tongue Everyone he meets, including his brothers, thinks it's so cool when really it's just a genetic thing

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iveantive · 2 months

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Prompt: sakura finds a stray dog

sakura finds feral hybird kazuha and decides to take her in

TW: A/B/O, g!p, hybrids, branding, kinda mentions of abuse, heat cycles, vaginal fingering, masturbation

word count: 11k (it's a full ass plot with porn)

How could you be so stupid? Sakura mumbled to herself.

Raindrops falling from up above started to drop onto her dry hair. It really is her fault. She checked the forecast last night and knew it was going to rain. But, she thought nothing of it because, on most nights, she would already be home cooking dinner.

It was just her luck. Her boss had asked her to stay longer to finish up some extra paperwork, and she couldn't say no. She was aiming to get a promotion within the next couple of months. So, she stayed, and what would've been a minimum of 30 minutes of unpaid labor became an hour when one of her managers, some brazen cocky alpha, tried hitting on her. Luckily, she was good at deflecting all his stupid questions, giving him deadpan answers to show she wasn't interested.

"What're you doing here so late?" She heard the Alpha slide up behind her as she typed on her laptop.

"Working." She said flatly.

"I see that. Do you want some company?" The alpha slid a nearby chair over to them.

"No, I'm trying to go home quickly." Sakura didn't even want to make eye contact with alpha. Knowing if she did, it would make it harder for the alpha to leave her alone.

Alphas, though, once they start, they just don't stop. Especially when they learn Sakura is a single 25-year-old omega. She's been through this time and time again. Some alpha will come along boasting about how they're from this renowned pack, but really Sakura couldn't care less. When she would make that known, the alpha would get defensive and start calling her names before they stomped off angry they didn't get her number.

It's not that Sakura wasn't looking for a mate. She's been on countless blind dates (set up by Chaewon against her will). It was just that none of them made it past the first date. Alphas were predictable, and she always knew how things were gonna go.

"Well, it'd be quicker if we did it together." Sakura felt the alpha's rough hand creep up her lower back. She would have no trouble smacking his hand away if it were any other alpha. But Sakura needed this job. And she knew if she were to flat-out reject the older alpha, he could ruin her career.

"That's okay, I've actually just finished," She gritted through her teeth, managing to slide away from the alpha's grasp. Despite hearing the alpha calling her name behind her, without missing a beat, she quickly got up, packed up her things, and left the office.

That's how Sakura found herself walking home later than usual. The sun had already set. Instead, getting replaced by grey storm clouds. And by now, the loud bustle of the city life had died down.

A loud crash of thunder snapped Sakura out of her thoughts.

Shit, Sakura cursed. Quickening her pace, she was just a block away from her apartment.

She was practically running by the time she was about to round the corner to her building when she heard a noise. It sounded almost animal-like.

Stopping in her tracks. She turned her head towards the alleyway separating her apartment building and the next one over. Sakura peaked her head ever so slightly in trying to see if she could find the source of the noise, to no avail. It was way too dark, and whatever animal was making that noise was deeper in the alleyway than Sakura wanted to go down.

Yet, she doesn't know why she started to tiptoe down an alleyway, ignoring the raindrops drenching her hair. It was like something was luring her closer, and maybe it was out of her innate curious nature. Sakura knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she didn't at least check to see what was making the noise. It could be an injured animal, perhaps even one of her neighbors' pets. Come to think of it, she had heard some dogs fighting the past couple of nights. She had chalked it up to being all in her head. To be fair, she did live in the city, and stray dogs were common.

As Sakura walked closer, the dull noise got sharper, sounding almost like an animal whimpering mixed with a cry. The saliva in Sakura's mouth started to dry up as she stepped closer to the source of the noise.

Then boom another strike of lightning followed by a crash of thunder.

The lightening provided merely a couple of seconds of light, but it was enough. Sakura was able to make out the silhouette.

A girl.

And as the thunder crashed, Sakura heard another loud whimper, followed by cries soon after.

How long was this girl out here, never mind how the real question is why Sakura thought to herself. Whatever, she couldn't think about that right now. She needed to help the girl. She fished her phone out of her pocket, switching the flashlight on.

Sakura's eyes widened.

The source of all that whimper was, in fact, a girl. As Sakura angled her flashlight up and down her body, though, she knew she wasn't just a girl.

The girl was quite bigger than her, from what Sakura was able to make out. That wasn't even the most shocking part. The girl was naked, with various parts of her skin covered in dirt that was forming into mud as the rain continued to pour down on them. Even more shocking, were the wolf-like ears on the top of the girl's head, and another double take down the girl's body was a tail tucked between her legs.

A hybrid.

Sure, Sakura had heard about them before. Something between a wolf and a human. They maintained both canine and human characteristics. The only ones she'd ever known of usually lived in government-provided homes with other hybrids, and the ones that didn't usually end up dead. Nobody would admit it, but hybrids did have a reputation. They were known to be unstable, unpredictable dangerous even.

As far as Sakura knew, she thought they were extremely rare. Which only made her wonder more how and why the hybrid in front of her was on the streets.

Sakura angled the light towards the hybrids face, or atelast tried to. The angle was awkward. The hybrid was cowering in the corner of the dark alleyway. Her hands covered her face as she let out the scared whimpers.

Sakura grimaced, taking the sight in.

"H-hey," Sakura said softly, catching the hybrid's attention. Her hands dropped from her face, immediately started to let out a low growl.

Sakura kneeled closer to the ground and held out her hand to the hybrid.

"i-i'm n-not gonna hurt you." Sakura tried to remain stoic in her place, trying not to let the fear seep through.

The hybrid started to untangle herself from the cowardly position, getting into a more defensive one. The growls still rumbling from her gut, as she inched closer to Sakura.

Sakura closed her eyes, praying for the best. After a few moments, and not feeling her hand getting mauled off by a rabid hybrid, she opened her eyes back up.

The hybrid was sniffing her hand, Sakura mentally sighed in relief. She looked back at the hybrid, being able to make out the light grey fur on her ears and a red scratch on her cheek.

"A-are you here alone?" Sakura looked into the hybrid eyes trying to gauge any sort of emotion she was feeling, but she was able to decipher none. Only earning a growl from the hybrid.

"I live in the building right here. Do you want to come in?" Sakuras' tone was soft.

The hybrid tilted her head, furrowing an eyebrow.

Maybe she doesn't understand, Sakura pondered.

"Inside. Warm." Sakura tried a new approach as she pointed to her apartment building.

She heard a low grunt come from the hybrid before she switched positions again, now being perched on her hands and knees.

"I take that as a yes," Sakura smiled.

Sakura got up from her crouched position. She was looking back at the hybrid, remembering that, yep, she was indeed naked. And something tells Sakura her landlord wouldn't appreciate her taking in a naked, dirt-covered girl into her apartment. Never mind the hybrid part.

Thinking swiftly, Sakura started to undo her padded jacket. It should be enough to cover the hybrid, at least enough that her landlord and other apartment tenants wouldn't question her.

Sakura reached to drape the jacket over the hybrid shoulder, earning another growl from her.

"You have to wear this to come inside."

The hybrid grunted in response before accepting the jacket being put over her shoulders. Sakura held out her hand to the hybrid as she prepared to exit the alleyway.

She had made it a few feet away from the hybrid before Sakura realized she wasn't following her behind.

"What're you waiting for?" Sakura tried to hold out her hand to the hybrid.

"Wet" Instead of taking ahold of Sakura's hand, the hybrid pointed at Sakura's clothes as they were being drenched in water as the rain was now falling much harder than before.

"So you can talk."

—-

Getting the hybrid into her apartment without catching the eyes of passersby was proving to be a harder challenge than she thought. She didn't think it would be a particularly easy task, but the real gravity of the situation started to set in as Sakura stepped toward the front of the building. In the glass door leading into the lobby, she was able to see the young girl's reflection. The hybrid was towering over her. Any movement she made felt like she was walking on eggshells. The hybrid could so easily knock her over, even hold her down if she so pleased.

So, she took it slow. She was only walking a few steps before waiting for the hybrid behind her to follow. Which she did, albeit much slower than Sakura would have liked. It seemed like the hybrid wasn't too keen on walking on two legs, with how much they were wobbling. Perhaps she had been in the area enough to know how to blend in enough, Sakura wondered. And just as she thought that, she could hear the hybrid sniffing the air, letting out a satisfied grunt before sniffing again.

Another challenge faced the pair when it came to getting onto the elevator; Sakura pushed the button to go up, hearing a ding as the doors opened. She stepped in, expecting the hybrid to be following her, but as she turned towards her, she hadn't moved. The light grey ears on top of her head were drooping as she sniffed the surroundings of the elevator.

"You've never ridden in one before?" Sakura took a step forward, using her hand to block the doors shut. The hybrid just grunted in response. I think that's a yes, Sakura thought to herself.

"I-it's okay. It's only a short ride. You won't even notice we're moving," Sakura tried to reassure the hybrid. Not even really sure she could understand her.

"Come on, it'll be okay" Sakura held her hand out to the hybrid. Only for it to get knocked down as the hybrid brushed passed her with another grunt.

Sakura should be happy that she only lived on the 3rd floor, she doesn't even want to think about if she lived on a higher one. As soon as the hybrid got into the elevator, she stayed glued to one of the sides. Sakura pushed the button to her floor, the ding of a bell indicating the doors were closing, and the elevator began to move.

She watched the hybrid eyes widen, and her body dropped to the floor as the mechanical creaking of the elevator sounded out. The young girl cowards in the corner, whimpering with her eyes closed.

"I-it's okay. Nothing bad's gonna happen. The elevator is just lifting us up." Sakura crouched beside the hybrid. She knew it probably wouldn't do her any good if she tried to touch her when her back was turned. The most she could do was talk to her.

"It must have been cold out there by yourself. Did you know it was gonna rain?"

Silence.

"Yeah, me either. I got stuck in some stupid work thing. Some annoying alpha kept trying to talk to me when I was trying to finish up some report." Sakura glanced her eyes over to the hybrid, and her eyes were no longer squeezed tightly. They were looking at her.

"Usually, by now, I'd have already cooked and eaten dinner. I would be lying on the couch, probably texting Chaewon. She's one of my friends. I've known her ever since I got to Seoul." The hybrid stared at her, furrowing her eyebrows. Could she actually understand her? Sakura wondered. It wouldn't really change much if she did, though. The hybrid seemingly wasn't too keen on talking. Sakura was thankful her rambling had gotten the hybrid to calm down more seemingly.

And with the ding of the elevator indicating they'd made it to Sakura's floor, the hybrid was all but eager to get out. She immediately scampered off the floor and out into the hallway. Heavy steps as she walked down the hallway, sniffing the new air.

"This way, I live a couple doors down." Sakura nodded towards the end of the hallways. She really needs to thank whatever god is up there for making it so none of her neighbors had been in the hallways to see the pair. It was almost comedic in a way, a big hybrid in a way too small padded jacket following behind a petite girl in a skirt and blazer, both drenched with rainwater.

They had finally made it to Sakura's apartment, typing her code into the number pad and pushing the door open.

Sakura stood waiting for the hybrid to step into her home. The hybrid sniffed the air to the apartment before Sakura guessed it was adequate enough and came in. The young girl immediately started snooping around, making her way into the kitchen, sniffing the countertops, and dipping her head in the half-open cabinets. Before she had trekked into the small living room, she had gotten back on all fours, sniffing the cushion to the couch, and ducking under the coffee. At least she's not destroying things, Sakura thought.

Sakura cleared her throat, catching the hybrid's attention. The sniffing had stopped, and the hybrid had gotten back into her view.

"Yeah, it's not much, but it's enough for me." She really had all she needed in the apartment. It was a simple one-bedroom, one-bathroom flat, with a small living room and kitchen to go along with.

"You should get cleaned up, my bathrooms over there." Sakura pointed to the half-open door down the hall.

The older girl waited a couple of seconds for the hybrid to react, only to see her perched on her knees with her head tilted, staring at her. Sakura sighed. She really needed to get a gauge of how much the hybrid could understand her. But, for now, she had two options really, either she let the hybrid stay naked and covered in mud, or she sucked it up and bathed her herself. And seeing how the entranceway and path into the kitchen had prints of mud littering the hardwood the option seemed pretty clear.

Sakura walked closer to the younger girl, her eyes getting bigger as she walked closer.

"I-I'm not gonna hurt you. We just need to get you clean." Sakura held out her hand to the hybrid, who in return brought her nose up to the older girl and sniffed it. Till she heard a grunt, which seemed to be on the more chipper side, Sakura took it as a sign it was okay to get closer.

"I'm gonna take this off, okay? Then we're gonna go to the bathroom." Sakura pointed to her padded jacket the hybrid still had on. She was earning no response, just a blank stare from the younger.

Please don't bite me, please don't bite me was all that was running through Sakura's head as she crouched down to be on the same level as the hybrid. Bringing her hand up to undo the velcro, she held her breath. The crackles of the first piece starting to unravel filled the tension in the air.

She looked at the hybrid, trying to see a response in her, only to see she was looking down, fixated on Sakura's hand. Taking it as a sign to continue, she undid the remaining pieces of velcro much quicker. The older girl reached her hands up the hybrid's shoulders, taking the jacket off, effectively leaving the hybrid exposed to her.

Sakura already knew from the alleyway that the hybrid had to have been in some kind of accident or fight from seeing the scratch mark on her face. However, she wasn't expecting to see cuts littering her collarbones and even more scratches on her arms. She already knew once she bathed the hybrid, without a doubt, she would see more wounds on the poor girl.

"Good, follow me to the bathroom." Sakura motioned for the hybrid to follow.

They made their way to the said bathroom in silence. With Sakura pushing open the door and waiting for the hybrid to come. The young girl was taking her time walking down the hallway, looking at all of the things Sakura had on her wall. Various picture frames she had with friends, even the shelves she had up filled with various things from random books to her crocheting yarn. The hybrid's eyes darted from each item.

"You can look at them later. You need to get cleaned up first." Sakura stood by the doorframe, tapping her nails on the wood. She gained the hybrid's attention, who glanced back at Sakura before making her way over to her.

"This is a bathtub. It's where you get clean. I'm gonna have to rinse you off first before I can wash you, okay?" Sakura pointed to her bathtub.

Much to Sakura's surprise, the hybrid was quick to step into the tub. Which she supposes she should be thankful for.

"The water might come out a little cold at first, but it'll warm up," Sakura said as she reached for the showerhead.

She turned toward the knobs of the bathtub turning the water on, making the hybrid whimper at the sudden noise and contact of the water before she calmed back down. The flow of water spraying down her legs, Sakura watched her bend down sniffing the water. Before she completely bent down and started biting at the water. The sight made Sakura stifle laughter. It was kinda cute, the hybrid nipping at the water for a few seconds, then turning away to breathe. Just to go back to bite the stream of water. In the process getting her ears caught in the water, soaking them.

Sakura stared at the amusing sight for a few more seconds before she recalled why she was doing this in the first place. She alternated between fiddling with the knobs and reaching her hand into the stream of water until the water had reached a warm, comfortable temperature.

She maneuvered the showerhead over the hybrid's body. Spraying her torso and back which were the parts of her covered the most in mud and god knows what else. Sakura watched as the once clean water below the hybrids turned into a dark brown color as the filth was being washed off her.

"How long were you out there?" Sakura asked. She was waiting a couple of seconds only to get none. It had to be longer than just this day, she was sure of. There was no way the hybrid would've been able to get this dirty in a single day.

The hybrid remained silent as Sakura continued rinsing her off, staring down at the ground.

"I'm gonna have to touch you for the next part. Is that okay?" Sakura waited for a response. She looked at the hybrid, who, after a few seconds, gave her a short nod. To her surprise.

Sakura reached for the bottle of soap she had near and began to pour an ample amount into her hand.

"If I touch something that sensitive, just growls at me or something."

The older girl, reached into the tub and began with the hybrids arms. She was using her hands to spread the soap down her limbs. She looked back at the hybrid, to see how she was doing, seeing the hybrid looking at her hands, watching her movements. It almost made Sakura shiver, the way she was staring at her.

She had to ignore it, though, and continued on with the hybrid's upper body. As she got closer to the younger girl, she was also able to see the cuts on her more clearly. Some of them were more healed than others. With some of them already turned into faded white scares, some still pink, and others merely scabbed over. It made Sakura wince as the thought about the possible reason for these marks. If it were just a fight with another hybrid or animal, the marks would be more scattered. But, the marks on the hybrid were calculated, like they were done on purpose.

Sakura took a breath.

"You doing okay?" She doesn't know if she was asking it to herself or the hybrid. But nevertheless she got a grunt in response from the hybrid.

So, She continued on down to the hybrid lower body. When she noticed something that almost made her lose her footing, her eyes had to be bulging out of her head as she stared in shock. She quickly tried to regain her composure, not wanting to panic the hybrid.

A small mark.If she weren't so close to the hybrid she wasn't sure she would've caught it, Maybe even written it off as another scar. However, this mark wasn't like the ones that were on her arms or her upper torso. She got closer, lightly running her fingers over the marks, feeling the indentation.

NKZH

Those letters were scarred on her skin. Sakura grimaced as she stared at the markings. These markings had to be done on purpose. There was no doubt about it.

Sakura debated in her head on her next action. She had to think that the hybrid knew that she saw it. So, in theory, she could try to ask the hybrid about it, but truthfully, she was afraid of the reaction it could evoke.

So, she didn't. She didn't bring it up. Instead focusing back on the task at hand, and that cleaning the hybrid. She continued washing the hybrid's lower body before she moved on to washing her hair, using her fingers to make an attempt at detangling the disheveled hair, paying extra attention to the fur on her ears. They were soft, so soft. She used her fingernails to really get into her scalp and scratched behind her ears, cleaning them thoroughly, hearing a sigh of relief fall from the hybrid's mouth. Finishing up, she did a last final rinse on the hybrid.

"That wasn't so bad, was it," Sakura said more for herself than the hybrid.

"You smell much better now." Sakura had a soft smile. The hybrid sniffed herself, making a snorting noise afterward. Is that her way of laughing? Sakura tilted her head.

Sakura stood up and grabbed the towel she had hung up, and just as she was about to turn back around, the hybrid shook. The water from the fur on her ears and her tail splattered on the floor on the wall.

"It's a good thing I'm already wet, or else I would totally kick you out right now." Sakura playfully rolled her eyes.

"Use the towel and dry off. I'll get you some clothes." Turning around, She tossed the towel at the hybrid, who surprisingly caught it.

Sakura walked out of the bathroom across the hall to her bedroom and stared at the clothes in her dresser. She really didn't have any clothes that would fit the hybrid. Never mind the fact that she didn't have any underwear for the hybrid to wear. But, something tells her the hybrid wouldn't even care nor notice. She continued to scour her drawers till she settled on the biggest t-shirt she had and the baggiest sweatpants.

When she came back to the bathroom the hybrid had done just as Sakura said. The towel over her shoulders as she stood in the tub.

"You can come out of there now," Sakura said, and the hybrid stepped out of the tub. She wondered why the younger girl hadn't moved without her permission.

"These are the only clothes that I have that I thought would fit you." Sakura handed them to the hybrid. Who began to put the clothes on slowly.

Luckily, the t-shirt did fit the hybrid. Normally it would come down to Sakura's lower thigh, but on the hybrid, it was fitting more like a normal shirt. However, the sweatpants were a different story. The cuffs to the pants only reached her mid-calf, and they got tighter as they went up. They were leaving really no room for imagination of what was under there. Not that Sakura was looking, obviously.

Sakura brought the hybrid back out into the living room, and she had taken out a couple of extra pillows and blankets for the girl.

"You can sleep here for tonight" Sakura pointed towards the couch. She reached for the TV remote on the nearby coffee table and switched it on. The hybrid was immediately going towards the couch, plopping down on the cushions. She stared at the TV enamored.

"I'm gonna go shower. Stay here. You can watch whatever you want," Sakura said as she walked awake, facepalming herself. Could the hybrid even understand her? Did she even know how to work the TV? Whatever, Sakuras is sure she'll be able to figure it out.

Sakura stared at the hybrid from the kitchen. When she had come out of the shower, the hybrid had fallen asleep. Of course, with the TV still on, the hybrid did change the channel to some random romance drama. She wouldn't have taken the hybrid to be the romance type, or maybe the hybrid just found the music playing soothing. Who knows.

With the hybrid being asleep it forced Sakura to reflect on the past few hours. Just what did she get herself into? The scars and scratches she had seen on the young girl's body scared her. How did she get them? Matter of fact where did she even come from? Sakura knew she wasn't gonna get the answer she wanted.

With a sigh, too many questions, no answers. She flopped onto her bed, her phone in hand, the clock reading just a few minutes past midnight.

Yeah, Chaewon was probably still up.

She hovered her finger over the Facetime button, and her phone rang once, twice before Chaewon picked up.

"Damn, isn't your old ass usually asleep by now? What're you doing up?" Chaewon was currently in bed, too, from what Sakura was able to tell.

"Am not! I just appreciate my beauty sleep." Dramatically put a hand to her chest.

"Last Friday, when Yunjin and I asked you to go out with us, you were already asleep." Chaewon deadpanned.

"Fine, you got me there, but I wouldn't want to third-wheel you two anyways." Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Okay, fuck you. Now, why'd you call?" Chaewon asked.

Oh yeah, there was a reason why Sakura called her best friend in the first place before getting psychologically beat up.

"Promise not to freak out"

"The most exciting thing you've done in the past three months is crochet a new sweater. Just tell me." Chaewon rolled her eyes.

Sakura knows there is no easy way to say what she wants to get out without basically dropping it on Chaewon. Hybrids were foreign territory for really everyone she knew. They never even crossed most people's minds. Since they never lived near the city, it was easy for everyone to forget they even existed.

"I brought a hybrid home."

Sakura saw Chaewon's eyes stare in disbelief. Moments of silence passed by before she even heard Chaewon breathe again.

"You're joking," Chaewon snorted.

"I'm not. I just found her in the alleyway by my apartment, and she looked scared. I didn't want to leave her alone. It was raining." She tried to explain.

"I don't believe you. Hybrids are rare. Why the fuck would one just be outside your apartment?" Chaewon prodded.

"I don't know. That's why I took her in; better me than someone else who'd take advantage of her." Sakura reasoned.

Chaewon remained silent for a few seconds.

"Show me her."

"What? She's sleeping. I don't want to wake her up."

"then I won't believe you."

"Oh my god, fine. But you better stay muted. If she mauls my arm off, it's on you."

Sakura rolled off her bed, turning the brightness down on her phone. As she tiptoed out of her bedroom, god, how the fuck did she get here, walking on eggshells in her own home.

She stepped closer and closer to the couch where the hybrid was sleeping. She could hear the little snores the girl was letting out. The lamp on the nearby coffee table provided just enough light, and Sakura was able to see her face. She looked so peaceful, not at all as it looked when she came across her a mere few hours before. Her light grey ears twitched, and her eyebrows furrowed every few breaths. It was like she was dreaming. Maybe she was, for all Sakura knew.

Sakura angled her phone up at the hybrid face, holding her breath as if she would hear her if she were too loud. She tried to make sure she got her ears and her tail that lay heavy on the side of the couch in the frame—staying there for a few moments, looking at the younger girl before she looked back at her phone and saw Chaewon's eyes wide open, her mouth agape.

Yep, that was her cue to get back to her room. So, just as quickly as before, Sakura made her way back to her bed. Then unmuted Chaewon.

"Holy shit, you weren't lying," Chaewon said in disbelief.

"Of course not. Why would I?" Sakura scoffed.

"I don't know, what're you gonna do with her?" Chaewon asked.

"I plan on calling the RoH on Monday when they're open, but for the next couple of days, I don't know." Sakura took a breath.

"mmm, that's a good idea. Have you talked to anyone else about her yet?"

"No, I wasn't sure who to call. I don't even really know what I'd be asking anyway," Sakura sighed.

"It's not like any of you have experiences with hybrids."

She and Chaewon just stayed in comfortable silence for a couple of seconds. Then she saw almost like a lightbulb go off in Chaewon's mind.

"What're you thinking?" Sakura prodded.

"Maybe you should try talking to Wonyoung. She might know more about hybrids."

"What makes you think that?" Wonyoung was an acquaintance, albeit six years younger than her. She had gotten to know the younger girl when she became friends with Chaewon, who was friends with her older sister, Eunbi.

"Do you remember her, mate?" Chaewon asked.

Sakura tried to think back. She'd only met Wonyoung a handful of times. However, she remembered last year when she had introduced her mate Yujin. She didn't actually get to meet her, but she remembers Wonyoung talking about her. An alpha just a year older than her.

"Yujin, right. I remember Wonyoung talking about her a bit".

"Think about it. The way Wonyoung talked about her. It was a bit strange. Doesn't it remind you a little how the hybrid on your couch is"

She recalls Wonyoung explaining how she met Yujin. She didn't go into much detail. But She remembers the young girl talking about how Yujin was from the countryside. And they had met when the alpha had transferred to her colleges. She remembers Wonyoung saying the alpha was still getting used to meeting new people and interacting with them, which she thought was a bit odd but didn't question it at the time.

"A little bit, yeah, but Wonyoung didn't say Yujin was a hybrid." Sakura furrowed her eyebrows.

"Can you blame her, though? Maybe she didn't know how we'd react if she flat out said it"

"You might be right. I'll try to call her tomorrow," Sakura yawned.

"Let me know how it goes. Get some sleep, unnie." Chaewon yawned back. Her eyes had started fluttering shut.

"You too, and tell Yunjin I said hi," Sakura ended the Facetime. Tossing her phone to the side, hitting her head on her pillow with a thud. A million thoughts ran through her mind about the hybrid that night as she tossed and turned in her sleep.

—---

To say Sakura didn't get a lot of sleep last night would be an understatement. She was tired, yes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep for more than 30 minutes at a time. She ended up spending her time googling things about hybrids.

Are hybrids friendly?

Do hybrids like people?

The questions she asked were stupid; Sakura knows it. It's just that schools never taught anything about hybrids other than reiterating the fact if you meet one in the wild, remain calm, stay as far away as possible and call the Register of Hybirds. And, well, she clearly didn't follow the second rule. The hybrid looked so lost and scared last night. Sakura just knew she would've regretted her actions even more if she had done nothing to help her.

But that didn't mean the hybrids presence also didn't scare the shit out of her. The scars and cuts that littered the young girl's skin, god, the letters that were scarred into her skin. Sakura swears she thought up every type of scenario in her sleep-deprived delusional state last night of what possibly could've done that to the hybrid.

It was bright and early the next morning. Sakura had only noticed it was the start of a new day by the sunshine that peaked through the curtains in her room. She wonders if the hybrid is still asleep or if the hybrid is awake, also reflecting on the previous night's events.

A part of Sakura is even scared to come out of her room to check on the hybrid. The younger girl has no reason to keep tolerating her. Maybe the hybrid only tolerated last night because she had offered her a place to stay. The idea that once she exited the room, the hybrid would immediately start growling at her wasn't an unlikely one.

Sakura picked up her phone, looking at the time. 7 am, she sighs. There was no point in staying in her room anymore. She would have to face the hybrid at some point, and it might as well be when there's a possibility she's still asleep, she thought.

She musters up the courage to get out of her bed. Slowly making her way to the door, with a deep breath, she turned the doorknob. She made her way out of her bedroom, moving as quietly as possible. She made it out her door and tip-toed her way to the living room, where she could still hear the sound of the TV making noise.

Had she left it on last night? She swears she turned it off.

As she rounded the corner into the living room, her question answered itself. There was the hybrid sitting with her knees to her chest, staring at the TV. And upon closer inspection the younger girl was watching an episode of Adventure Time. The fear she had of facing the hybrid washed away as she chuckled at the sight.

Sakura took a couple of strides closer, making her presence known to the hybrid.

"Did you sleep well? You were already asleep when I came out of the shower last night. I didn't want to wake you?" Sakura padded over to the opposite side of the couch the hybrid was on and sat down.

The hybrid nodded.

"That's good" Sakura faced the TV, not even really watching, just staring at the screen as she built the courage to ask her next question.

"So, were you thinking about staying here longer?" Sakura held her breath.

To which she got no response. Facing back toward the hybrid, she saw her eyes fixated on the TV.

"It's okay, no pressure. If you do, we're just going to have to talk about some things first" Sakura watched the hybrids face for any sort of expression. But there was none. Sakura sighed. Well, she might as well be honest with the hybrid, she thought.

"If you're still here tomorrow, I'm gonna call the RoH." Sakura saw the hybrid's jaw clench. Yeah, Sakura better explain herself.

"It's not that I don't want you here. It's just going to be hard to have you here when I don't know anything about hybrids, and RoH would be able to help me understand you better." She looked at the hybrid, waiting for any sign of a response.

And after a few moments, she got one, a hesitant nod.

Sakura exhaled the breath she didn't even know she had been holding in this entire time. She faced her attention back to the TV. Resting her eyes as she sank onto the couch. Well, that's one hard conversation down. Good job, Sakura, she mentally patted herself on the back.

The pair continued to sit in silence. It wasn't awkward, per se. Matter of fact, Sakura didn't really mind the hybrid being there. She wasn't used to waking up in the morning and someone else being there with her. Matter of fact, she kinda liked it. Even if the hybrid was hesitant to interact with her, the younger girl's presence was comforting in a way.

The low sounds or stomach rumbling drew Sakura out of her thoughts.

"Oh you must be hungry, when's the last time you ate?" Sakura looked towards the source of the rumbling, who was the hybrid in question.

No response.

"I was getting hungry too. I'll make something for us."

Sakura got up and made her way into the kitchen. She settled on making something easy and filling for them. She was still in no headspace to do anything overly complicated this morning.

It was a simple breakfast: Rice, eggs, spam, kimchi, and seaweed on the side. Nothing more, nothing less. The hybrid had found her way into the kitchen while Sakura was frying up the spam. Sakura deduces it must've been from the smell. The hybrid got closer to the older girl till she was towering over the girl as she cooked, looking over her shoulder. She was sniffing the air around her. It made Sakura's spine stiffen at the feeling of the hybrid being in such close proximity to her.

"C-can you get some plates? They're in the cabinet over there," Sakura pointed at the cabinet. And to her genuine surprise, the hybrid had gone over to the cupboard and pulled out a couple of plates for them. It made Sakura wonder, did the hybrid understand everything she was saying? Did the hybrid pick and choose what she wanted to answer?

Sakura plated each of their meals on the plates and took them over to her kitchen table. It was a small one, built for really only one person. However, she was lucky she was small and also decided to buy a second chair.

She sat across the hybrid, observing her starting to eat her food. She began sniffing at it before grabbing it with her hands and practically inhaling food in her mouth. Sakura looked at the untouched chopsticks a few inches away from the hybrid hands.

Doesn't know how to use utensils, noted.

After the pair had finished eating their breakfast, Sakura brought their dishes to the sink and began to clean up. The hybrid had dropped a fair bit of food out of her mouth onto the table, waiting for Sakura to clean up. She continued to wipe down the table as the hybrid went back into the living room. When she was finished, Sakura sat back down near the hybrid on the couch.

Sakura looked down at her phone to read the time. 10 am. Wonyoung must be awake by now, she thought.

Sakura cleared her throat, catching the attention of the hybrid beside her.

"I'll be back. I need to call a friend." She watched for a response from the younger girl. To which she received a hesitant nod. It was a bare minimum reply, but it was the best she was gonna get from the hybrid. For a majority of the things she asked her, Sakura deduced,

Once Sakura had excused herself to her room, she shut the door behind her and took a seat on the bed before scrolling through her contacts to find the person she needed. And there she was.

Jang Wonyoung.

To be honest, Sakura doesn't even know if Wonyoung answers her call. Sure, they've met a couple of times, but never in a one-on-one setting. Anytime they've hung out together, it had been in the presence of other people. But she was desperate. If there was any chance that somebody she knew had an experience with a hybrid, she wanted to talk to them as soon as possible. Which again, Sakura is unsure if Wonyoungs mate was even a hybrid. And even so, who's to say Wonyoung would want to talk about it? Hybrids were looked down upon in society.

Sakura sat for a few moments, debating whether to call the younger girl. As her finger hovered over the Facetime button, she held her breath as she pushed it. The phone dialed. She heard the tone ring once, twice, three times, and on the fourth chime, Sakura was starting to give up hope on the younger girl picking up.

But, on the sixth chime, she heard the phone connect.

"Sakura, Unnie?" she heard Wonyoungs voice.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me."

"Oh! I wasn't expecting a call this early. How are you?" The younger girl asked.

"I'm doing good, but I actually called because I had something to ask." Sakura could feel herself starting to get hotter.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure I can answer it." She heard the cheerful voice of the younger girl. Sakura's palms were getting sweatier by the second as she was building the courage to ask Wonyoung her burning questions. She didn't want to straight up ask the younger girl right off the bat if her mate was a hybrid. She needed to ease into it.

"What do you know about hybrids?" Sakura softly asked.

"O-oh, um, why do you ask?" Sakura can hear the tension in Wonyoungs voice.

Sakura needed to be honest with you, younger girl. Wonyoung was smart, and she wouldn't just give her the answers she needed without some sort of explanation of why.

"W-well, I have a hybrid staying with me right now," Sakura got out. She saw Wonyoungs eyes widen in shock, and she swears she saw her eyes dart to the side of her.

"O-oh, thats crazy. H-how?, wh-where? I mean, they're so rare?" Wonyoung stuttered.

So Sakura went and gave the younger girl a brief rundown on how she met the hybrid and took her in. Wonyoungs reaction to Sakura's story had been almost the complete opposite of Chaewons to say the least. They were both shocked at the fact that a hybrid had ended up in their city. However, when Sakura got to explaining the hybrid's behaviors and mannerisms, she was calm and simply listened to her.

"To answer your question, yeah, I actually do know a couplet things about hybrids. You called the RoH already, right?" Wonyoung asked.

"Not yet. I plan to call them tomorrow. Right now the hybrid seems comfortable enough with me. I don't want to scare her off or something," Sakura sighed.

"When you talk to the doctor, make sure to ask them to do a blood test. And make sure they do full body exam on them, that could also tell you some general information on her," Wonyoung dropped on the older girl.

"W-woah, that's actually some solid-ass advice," Sakura said in awe. She swears Wonyoung has been more helpful in learning about the hybrid on her couch than the late-night googling did.

"What can I say? I do like hybrids," Wonyoung smiled, and there it was again. Sakura swears she saw Wonyoung look to the side of her.

"Are you with you, Yujin?" Sakura played up the teasingness in her tone.

"H-how'd you know?" Wonyoung seemed to say in genuine shock.

"Who else would your eyes be wandering at during this entire conversation?" Sakura laughs.

"Yeah, Yujins here. She's right next to me." Wonyoung gave up and even denied it.

"Wony, I'm just gonna come out and ask it," Sakura prepared herself to ask the question. To which she saw Wonyoungs eyes widen again.

"I think I have a feeling where this is going, but go on."

"Is Yujin a hybrid?" Sakura asked.

Wonyoung almost laughs. Before she flipped the camera and there Yujin was curled up next to the younger girl with her head in her lap. And upon closer inspection of the screen, Sakura was able to make out the brown ears atop her head.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Holy shit. Now I get Chaewon shock, when I told her about this," Sakura's eyes were wide in disbelief. Previously, when Wonyoung had shown pictures of her and Yujin out together, the framings of the photos were in such a way you weren't able to see the top of either their heads. Sakura could've guessed it. This entire time they were just hiding Yujins ears.

Wonyoung laughed as she flipped the camera back on herself.

"Yeah, she's kinda insufferable sometimes, but I love her," Wonyoung smiled.

"Can I ask you a question about her?" Sakura questioned. She watched her nod.

" Where did Yujin come from?" Sakura held her breath. She assumed it would be a bit of a heavy question. It was common knowledge that hybrids typically weren't mated with humans. She'd only ever head of it being possible a handful of ties. But, with the newfound discovery of Wonyoung and Yujins' relationship, there was no denying that these types of relationships existed.

"I don't want to go into much detail. It's Yujins story to tell, not mine" Sakura nodded her head in understanding.

"I did meet Yujin in college like you guys all know. But I didn't meet her in class like I said. I met her when I was doing my clinicals at the hospital, and I had come across her," Wonyoung explained.

"And you figured out she was your mate?" Sakura asked.

"Not exactly. I had offered to take her in for a couple of weeks when the hospital said they were gonna discharge her; at the time, I thought Yujin didn't have money for anything. And well, I guess you could say she grew on me," Wonyoung beamed.

Sakura smiled at the explanation from the younger girl. It made her ponder the direction her new relationship with the hybrid on her couch could possibly go. Before she shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking about this. It's too early to think about this, both in their relationship and well in the day. She doesn't even know where the hybrid stood. Hell, Sakura still didn't even know her name.

"I want to ask you something else," Sakura said before she got a nod from Woyoung to task.

"Was Yujin able to speak when you found her?" Sakura was curious whether or not the hybrids' behavior was normal to other hybrids.

"Yeah, I mean, she was shy at first. But she was always able to communicate with me. Can your hybrid not?" Wonyoung asked.

"I'm not sure. When I talk to her, sometimes she answers in one word, or sometimes she just nods, but most of the time, she doesn't answer. I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't like me or she genuinely can't talk."

"I'm sorry, unnie, I'm not sure what that could mean. Maybe she's still warming up to you." Wonyoung smiled optimistically.

"Yeah, maybe," Sakura sighed.

"Can I see her?" Wonyoung asked.

"Y-yeah, give me a second." Sakura got up from her bed and made her way down the hallway quietly. She stayed just out of earshot of the hybrid before she flipped the camera to face the hybrid, making sure her light grey ears were visible in the frame.

"At least she seems well-trained enough. When Yujin first came, she wasn't even potty trained," Wonyoung laughs as she recalls the first couple of days with Yujin. Reminding her much of the situation Sakura was currently having.

"Ye-yeah, I guess so."

And just as she says that Sakura can hear the sound of something trickling.

No, No, No, No, is all that rang throughout Sakura's mind as she looked back up at the hybrid. To see that, yep, within a matter of a few seconds, she had her eyes off the hybrid. She somehow managed to take off her sweatpants and start fertilizing the plants, if you will, near a fake plant she had in the corner of her living room.

And it seemed like Wonyoung had heard it, too, with how she had started laughing.

"I'll text you later, Wony. Thanks for the talk. It really helped." Sakura tried to end the Facetime quickly.

"It's no problem, unnie, and I hope everything goes well for you and your hybrid," Wonyoung hung up.

Your hybrid

Now, why was Sakura enjoying the way that sounded? Before, she was interrupted again by the sound of trickling water, which she now knew was, in fact, not water. God Dammit, how much water had the hybrid drank? As Sakura looked up, the hybrid was now doing her business in the middle of the room.

Sakura is thanking whatever god is up there for deciding not to install a carpet and settling for hardwood floors.

- When Sakura had called the RoH and informed them about her current situation with the hybrid they immediately wanted to meet her. From the tone over the phone, Sakura wasn't able to tell if it was purely out of concern for her safety or out of awe that there really was a hybrid in this part of town.

The RoH told her they were going to send a doctor to her apartment as soon as possible. And just a short mere two hours later, there she was. Upon hearing the knock at the door indicating that the doctor was here, the hybrid quickly got up from her place on the couch, got in a defensive position, and started growling at the noise.

Sakura had to tell her it was okay and that RoH was just here to help. She told the hybrid to stay in the apartment while she went and talked to the doctor alone, and she got a grunt of annoyance from the young girl.

When Sakura opened the door, to her surprise, the doctor was a young woman. She was definitely in her 30s, and she was fitted in a white coat carrying along a briefcase.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs?" Sakura held out her hand.

"Bae, it's good to meet you too, Miss Miyawaki," she said as she shook her hand.

"I take it you wanted to talk alone before I meet the hybrid?"

"Yeah, she might be a little on edge right now. I told her a doctor from the RoH was coming over, and her response wasn't great," Sakura tried to explain.

"Mmm, wasn't great how?" The doctor asked.

"At first, when I told her, she seemingly was okay with it, but when she heard you coming to the door, she started growing."

"That's understandable. It's quite common for hybrids to struggle when meeting new people." Mrs. Bae nodded.

"I've already been made aware of the circumstances you came across her. Since then, has there been anything that could give you an idea of where she could have come from?" Mrs Bae asked.

Sakura debated in her head for a couple of moments, debating on whether or not to tell her about the scratches and marks she had found on the hybrid's skin. A part of her was afraid that if she told her, the hybrid would be taken away. And for some reason, she didn't want that. However, she wanted to be honest with the doctor. After all, they would know what's best for the hybrid. And that's what Sakura wants for the hybrid. Right? But was it worth the possibility of her getting taken away? She pondered.

"Um, when I brought her home and gave her a bath, I actually saw a lot of scratches and scars on her body."

"Unfortunately, that is also quite common for hybrids that have been found on the street, whether it be from the physical damage caused by wherever they came from or from wild animals they encountered before being found. It really is a case-by-case sort of thing," The doctor explained.

Was it really that common for hybrids to be treated this badly? Sakura wonders. Sure, hybrids aren't usually in the general population. Since they typically came from the countryside, saying that Sakura assumed that they lived secluded lives.

"Th-there i-is something else, too." Sakura started to feel nervous again. The doctor waited for Sakura to speak again.

"I-I saw some sort of scarring in the shapes of letters, too," Sakura was able to get out. For a split second, she was able to see Mrs. Bae's eyes widen before they went back to normal. She stood there for a moment as she waited for the older woman to collect her thoughts.

"There is quite a high possibility that those marks were a branding." The doctor stated.

Sakura's eyes widened in shock. But, now that she thinks of it, it started to make more sense.

"When hybrids are branded, it typically means they were kept by humans for a reason. I've seen cases when the branding has been used for things such as breeding," Mrs. Bae explained.

Sakura took in the words falling from the doctor's mouth. It was starting to make sense in her head as she started to form the story in her head. The hybrid must have found her way into the alleyway after she had escaped from where she was before.

"W-what does the branding mean?" Sakura asked.

"The reason for them can vary. It can be anything from their name to just random identifiers for their captors."

Sakura just nodded as questions started to flood her head. And as much as she liked to ask them, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Sakura opened the door back to the apartment and was met with the hybrid growling at Mrs. Bae, who remained poised, standing up straight. The doctor observed the hybrid. Maintaining eye contact with the hybrid till she had stopped growling and just remained silent. The doctors started to take notes in her notebook as she did a physical on the hybrid.

To be honest, for Sakura the next hours for her were a blur. Most of what the doctor did for the hybrid was done with Sakura off to the side. Still though, she managed to remember Wonyoungs words and told the doctor specifically to make an appointment for a blood test. She also recalls the doctor telling her she was going to call to set up further health-related appointments as they walked towards her door and bid her a goodbye.

After the visit from the doctor, Sakura had opted just to order pizza for dinner for the pair. They were currently sitting on the couch watching TV. It seemed clear to Sakura that wherever the hybrid was before, she didn't have a TV. Whenever it was turned on, the hybrid seemed so entranced with whatever was playing.

But, for Sakura, she kept thinking about what the doctor had told her. Was it really that far off to think that the hybrid could have been in one of those places where people kept hybrids as captors? It would explain the clearly calculated scratches and marks she had discovered that littered the hybrid's body the day she found her. This would also explain the indentations of letters in her skin. It didn't even feel right just to say they were indentations.

The hybrid was branded by somebody for a reason.

Sakura just couldn't figure out what. And she wasn't sure if she was ready to know. How could somebody do that to her? Sakura knows people hate hybrids, but to abuse them like that. Sakura didn't even want to think about it.

So, she didn't. Well, at least she tried not to.

What didn't leave her mind, though, were the letters.

NKZH

Were they a company? Maybe the girl's initials? Sakura wonders. And she was really hoping it would be the latter.

If the first two letters are her sir name, then that must mean the last two are her first name, Sakura deduces. She doesn't even know if she's right. However, she supposed she wouldn't ever know unless she tried. So she did.

"Zaho" Sakura blurted out. Catching the attention of the hybrid, but not enough to warrant anything more than a stare.

"Zeha," She tried again.

Nothing.

"Zuhe"

Nothing.

"Zuha"

Upon those syllables falling from her mouth, Sakura hears something. It's a quiet thumping, a sound you would have to focus to hear. Something she would have missed if she wasn't actively wanting her hear a response. She looked around for the source of the noise until she looked down at the gap between her and the hybrid.

"Zuha," Sakura repeated.

There, the noise was again. And as her gaze was on the gap between them, she saw her tail wag. It was thumping on the cushion of the couch. Sakura looked at the hybrid, her eyes still on the TV, but her ears twitching along with her tail.

"Your name is Zuha?" Sakura asked.

The hybrid nodded.

It doesn't even hit Sakura. Her heat had started till it was too late.

Now usually, Sakura was very punctual with her heat schedule. She even had an app that would tell her how far along she was in her heat cycle. It was so unlike her to forget her suppressants. She hadn't forgotten to take them in the last five years, why now she asks herself.

Okay, she may know why she forgot. And it had something to do with the hybrid still residing on her couch. It had been about a week since the hybrid had first come into her home. Sakura had just been so caught up in taking care of Zuha that she had forgotten about herself. Now that she thinks of it, maybe she did simply ignore those notifications she got from her heat app, warning her to take her suppressants.

The hybrid had just been taking up so much of her time lately, from the RoH appointments to teaching her basic chores. Her world was completely taken over by the young girl. Not that she minded, really. It was nice to come home to someone waiting for her. Even if Zuha's communication skills still weren't the best, she was making an effort, and that's what mattered. However, because of all the time she had been taking up, Sakura had ignored the warning signs of her heat coming—the lethargy, the hot skin, and most prominent of all, the warm ache between her legs.

Finally, having time for herself after a long day at work and caring for the hybrid. Sakura was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when her mind started wandering. It's not like she was trying to. She really was trying to think about anything else. But, the heat between her legs just was getting harder and harder to ignore. She can't help it, as much as Sakura would hate to say it. She's still an omega, and what she needed right now was an alpha.

And yet she didn't have one. She was alone in her bedroom. It would be so easy to wake up the sleepy hybrid on the couch Sakura thought. Get on top of Zuhas lap, and start grin-

Nope, nope, nope, you still barely even know the girl, Sakura sighed.

It's true that the pair had grown increasingly closer even within just this past week. Zuha would no longer growl at her whenever she got too close. And she had started to try and communicate the best she could with her, even if it was by simple nods or gestures. However, saying that, it was still hard to ever gauge any deep emotion from the younger girl. She had tried to ask Zuha more about her past and how she found herself in the alleyway. But, the hybrid seemed detached whenever she'd bring it up, always just shrugging her shoulders or looking away.

Get ahold of yourself. Sakura ran her hands through her hair as she tried to think about literally anything else that wasn't Zuha related. And unfortunately, it was harder than she thought. It had been so long since she'd last gotten off and even longer since she'd gotten laid. She's not some sort of prude, and it's just that with the convenience of suppressants, she never got the urge.

Sakura tried to remember the feeling of being touched by an alpha. The last one she had been with was good enough. She had gotten her off, and that's much more than she can say for any male alpha she had slept with, if you'd even call it that.

She remembers the touch of the alpha's fingers down her chest. As she imagined it in her head, Sakura reached her hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast. They were much more sensitive than usual. She let out a sigh of relief as she used one of her fingertips to run her finger over the peak of her nipple.

Fuck she needed more so much more. Sakura could feel the stickiness between her legs growing. She tried to remember the way the alpha pushed her fingers in. Sakura slides her free hand beneath her shorts. She shivers at her cold hands nearing her most sensitive area. She let out a breathy moan as she rubbed herself over her panties. Before quickly biting her lip in an attempt to stifle it, she remembered the hybrid still residing in her house. Thinking about if she could hear her. What would Zuha do? Sakura's mind wandered.

Would Zuha come barging into her room? Rip off her shorts and panties and fuck her right there. Her strong arms could so easily hold her down. Sakura's hand traveled beneath her panties, swiping her fingers over her sensitive core. She's so wet. She reached her hand, previously cupping her breast down to tug down her shorts and panties. The room's cold air made her groan as she felt it hit her core.

She teased her entrance, slowly sinking one of her fingers inside. It wasn't enough, not even close. She craved something deeper. She thinks about Zuha's hands and how much bigger they are than hers. She can recall the touch of them when Zuha would be in the kitchen helping her cook, and she wanted a taste of whatever Sakura was cooking and she'd grab her hand to bring the food into her mouth. Her entire hand wrapped around her hands, almost comedically big.

She can't help but think about her long, slender fingers inside her. How deep they'd reach inside, how much they'd stretch her out.

Fuck Sakura moans, that's what she needs. She needs someone to stretch her out, fuck her deep inside. She needs to feel them. She needs to feel Zuha. She's taken glances at the hybrid bulge way more than she'd like to admit despite having bought underwear, shorts, and pants that actually fit her. The hybrid just never bothered to wear more than just shorts around the house, leaving really nothing to the imagination, which was working in Sakura's favor right now.

Not to mention the hybrids body. She felt like a pervert for even thinking about it. The hybrid still wasn't very good at bathing herself, so Sakura was the one to do it for her. And throughout bathing her, Sakura's gaze couldn't happen but wander. The hybrid had a strong, fit body. Sakura would watch as the water flowed down her skin, over her toned abs. She would find herself getting caught up staring at her body.

She slipped another finger inside easily. She was so wet. She pumped her fingers in as deep as she could, just barely grazing the spot she needed it the most. Sakura's eyes tightened as she teetered closer to her orgasm. She could feel herself starting to drip onto the sheets. She slipped another finger in, the filthy sounds of her pussy filling the room. She lowered one of her hands to her clit, making her let out a high-pitched moan. She started rubbing her clit in a slow and light, as she tried so desperately with her other fingers to fill herself.

It felt good, sure, but it wasn't what she craved. She needed to be full. She needed to be fucked. For fucks sake, she needed to be fucked by the hybrid. She wanted to feel how deep Zuhas cock would reach inside, how much she'd stretch her out. How would it feel to be fucked by her? Would the hybrid be rough or gentle with her, she wonders. She needed it. She was getting closer, she could feel her wrist aching in exhaustion, but her other hand made up for it as she rubbed her clit faster.

Sakura dragged her hips against her fingers, desperately trying to get them as deep as they could go. She didn't even care to muffle her moans. It was not like they'd do much anyway with how loud she was being. Her breaths started hitching as she quicked her wrist movements in a last burst of energy. In tandem with her movement on her clit, Sakura came with a loud moan. As she felt her body spasming, her feet planted on the bed, gripping the sheets.

Her breath started to calm down after a couple of moments. She slowly retracted her hand from her nether regions. Sakura couldn't help it. She felt empty in more ways than one.

Perhaps it has to do with her still heat-cluttered mind. But she wished the hybrid was next to her. Not just for the most obvious reason, but she felt so cold, so alone on her bed. Sakura thought about the feeling of the hybrid arms wrapped around her as she started to drift asleep.

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BE MY VALENTINE — MINSUNG.

pairing: minho x jisung genre: smut, NSFW, friends to lovers warnings: dom!minho, sub!jisung, jisung has gay panick, oral (m. receiving), bratty jisung, cum swallowing a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab! the way word count keeps increasing with every work…

what is the definition of friendship? when does the line between friendship and relationship cross?

jisung felt unease; his emotions couldn’t sit right with him and were about to reach the peak. how could he remain calm, when minho kept giving him forehead kisses when he was asleep?

the two of them have been best friends for so long. everyone even called them “chopsticks”, because they were always together. sleepovers were a common thing between them, along with cuddling, sharing clothes and other normal things. all friends do that, right? jisung wasn’t so sure about it anymore.

when minho suggested to rent a room at a spa hotel for february 14th, jisung almost had a heart attack. was it supposed to be a date? a romantic date? an actual romantic evening?

best friends usually go to a spa hotel for entire valentine’s day, just to spend time together, right?

even if he was weirded out a little, he couldn’t say no, since minho was paying for it. at least that’s what he told himself.

“it’s quite nice, actually. look, they even gave us towels and soaps.” minho said as they entered their hotel room.

jisung followed him in, noticing something in the middle of the room only a moment later. something he certainly hadn’t expected.

“one bed?!” he exclaimed.

“ah, yes. i think they confused us for a couple.” minho explained in the most calm manner.

“confused us… for a couple?” jisung raised an eyebrow. that sounded weird.

“yeah, i think so. i wouldn’t book a room with only one bed, c’mon.” minho chuckled as he opened the curtains.

the view was breathtaking. the sun had already set, so the entire skyline of soul could be seen in full view. billboard lights flashed in the distance, people hurried somewhere like ants, and the stars were shining bright in the sky.

“wow…” jisung immediately forgot about the bed and came up, pressing his face against the window. his cheeks pressed absurdly against the glass. he reminded minho of some little animal looking at everything with big eyes.

“aghm-“ minho cleared his throat, finally switching his gaze off jisung. “let’s go to the sauna then, shall we?”

“we even have a sauna included?!” jisung couldn't contain his delight.

“of course. i booked everything they had listed.” minho said proudly, picking up the t-shirt and shorts provided by the hotel. “alright, ima go change.”

he disappeared in the bathroom, leaving jisung with his cheeks still flattened against the glass.

the whole jjimjilbang experience included relaxing in a hot tub, trying several saunas and getting a massage later. once you were done, you could order a cold drink and some dishes in your room and spent the night there.

that’s when jisung realized he had one problem approaching. the dress code in jjimjilbang was a little different from a public pool — you wear nothing at all.

the realization made him gulp. of course he has seen minho’s naked body before, but only for a split second. jisung always turned away, being scared to be seen as a creep. but even after seeing minho’s body for half a second the images of his broad chest and muscular shoulder couldn’t leave jisung’s mind. it was as if it had been imprinted there forever. was he ready to spend whole day with naked minho by his side? what if he just gets hard in front of him? what if minho sees him get hard? what if-

minho loudly closed the door awakening jisung from his panic mode. it was his turn to change clothes now. on wobbly legs, he went to the bathroom, his thoughts kept returning to the possible hard-on.

after both of them were finally in proper clothes, boys left the room. the bathing area was huge indeed, but first they needed to take a shower. jisung quickly washed up in order to avoid standing next to a naked minho rubbing his muscular shoulders. he knew he won’t be able to look away.

jisung chose to sit in a hot tub first, since it had a lot of bubbles and could cover the groin area pretty well. the water was so warm and relaxing. jisung even leaned his head on the edge, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“ah, so warm.” minho exhaled, finally joining jisung in the tub and sitting right next to him.

jisung shivered at the sudden skin contact. why did minho sit so close to him? like impossibly close, so their shoulders were touching. was this even appropriate to sit that close to each other while being fully naked?

jisung tried to ignore that thought, shutting his eyes harder to avoid accidentally staring at minho. moreover, he tried to think of something disgusting or scary, so that his dick wouldn’t get hard.

after half hour minho finally showed signs of life. “wanna move to the sauna?”

his voice sounded so soft and quiet, jisung felt his heart melting.

“sure.”

“alright, let’s go.” minho’s hand then found jisung’s hip underwater, leaning on it for support. digging his fingers into jisung’s skin and grunting like a grandfather, minho stood up, revealing his dick to everyone nearby. but none of the people cared. none, except jisung.

he was in such awe from minho’s hand movement that he forgot to close his eyes. but it was too late. now minho's cock was just at his face level. he was big… and thick as jisung imagined. not like he was thinking of minho’s dick all the time, but he had some thoughts about how his friend’s dick would look like. if only he could lean in slightly and lick the tip with his tongue and then-

“going?” minho asked with a note of confusion.

jisung joilted. he really hoped he wasn’t staring between minho’s legs this whole time.

“you can go. i’ll be there in a bit.” jisung answered through heavy breaths. now his dick was rock hard and the stimulation, although small, from the hot tub, did not help his desperate situation at all.

minho gave him a last questioning look, but exited the hot tub. the whole plan was going down the drain. everything was falling apart and jisung’s fears were becoming a reality. he was sitting with a rock hard dick in a public hot tub because he saw his best friend's cock. was it even normal?

it made him dizzy, but jisung had no other option than to start thinking of all disgusting things that happened to him. when he threw up on himself, or when he had to clean up his dog’s poops out of the carpet and pick out each piece individually… yeah, it worked. in a matter of twenty minutes, jisung managed to fully get rid of a hard-on and finally left the hot tub.

sauna was definitely a better choice right now, since jisung could come up with an excuse to cover up his crotch area. minho would probably give him another questioning look, but jisung didn’t care anymore. it would still be better than thinking of disgusting things again instead of relaxing and enjoying the evening.

jisung managed to wrap a towel around his hips and entered the sauna. it’s been a long time since he visited places like this. the familiar feeling of warmth surrounded his body. he was about to relax so good. thankfully he won’t have to worry about getting hard anymore.

minho saved a place for him on the bench, so jisung had no other choice than to sit next to him. but even when jisung tried to look away, out of the corner of his eye he noticed how minho sat: slightly slouched, legs wide. to make room for it, obviously. or to show it off. although nothing in his face betrayed anything smug or arrogant. his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

they sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sauna. jisung still avoided looking at his friend, trying to forget the hot tub incident.

the next half hour passed smoothly and they decided to go to massage. but even when they were taking another shower jisung avoided looking at minho even for a second again. he became so anxious and was struggling with himself and his sudden feelings.

fortunately, the massage was an individual experience, and they didn’t have to be in the same room. after being on edge for a long time, jisung was finally able to truly relax and enjoy a massage.

even though his mind was still full of questions about why he had such intense reactions after seeing minho’s bare body. until today, jisung had never given much thought to it. sure, maybe he thought once or twice about how fit minho was. and yes, maybe sometimes the fact that minho seemed like an attractive guy crossed jisung’s mind. and jisung supposed he couldn't ignore the electric tingle that ran down his spine last week when minho had brushed his lips against his forehead, thinking he was asleep. but just because jisung considered what it might be like to date minho didn't mean they could actually date each other. terror, desire, confusion and curiosity all battled it out inside jisung’s stomach. it was only because jisung had never seen minho’s dick before. it was not like he had a crush on his best friend, right?

“do you want haejangguk as usual?” minho asked, looking through the menu.

they were back in the hotel room. jisung was so drained and sleepy, he immediately crawled under the sheets and was about to pass out. the massage took the last bits of his energy.

“mhm.” he answered. he was too lazy to even move his lips.

“okayyy, i’ll have fried chicken then.”

minho called the reception and made an order for the room service. but when he finished the call and turned around, he found jisung sleeping with his head almost completely hidden under the covers.

minho felt his heart trembling. why did jisung have to be so freaking cute? lying on the side, he had one cheek squished by the pillow, while the other was looking so round and chubby.

unable to resist the urge, minho climbed closer to jisung on the bed and laid down, staring at the sleepy expression on his friend’s face.

jisung swore he didn’t notice how he fell asleep, but what minho did next woke him up in a second. another forehead kiss. jisung knew he hadn’t imagined it and now he had all the evidence, as he was fully awake. minho didn’t stop on one, he gave jisung another and then another kiss on the forehead. his lips felt so soft.

jisung started smiling under the covers. a familiar warmth filled his chest, heading somewhere down into the groin area. he genuinely did not want to show that he was awake. he just wanted the kisses to last forever.

but the desire to catch minho red-handed was stronger.

“what are you doing, hyung?”

minho could have sworn his heart almost jumped out of his chest. he cursed, immediately pulling away.

“i thought you were asleep.” in the blink of an eye, minho was already lying on the other side of the bed as if nothing had happened.

jisung stared at minho in disbelief, thinking of how he should approach this conversation. he couldn't understand why minho shunned him so much, why he didn't want to admit his own actions.

but just as jisung was about to finally confront minho, a knock on the door disturbed him.

“oh! room service!” minho abruptly sat up on the bed.

fuck.

this is what you call a bad timing.

minho welcomed the service lady in, letting her to put all the plates on the table and leave shorty after.

“food is here. come eat.” minho did not even give jisung a glare as he continued to arrange the plates.

“not until we talk.” jisung puffed out his cheeks in displeasure. even though he looked like an offended child right now, he needed to get an answer from minho in any way.

minho was silent for a while, but after realizing that jisung was not joking, he gave up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“fine. what do you wanna talk about?”

“i dunno. everything?!” jisung threw his hands up in annoyance. “your weird behavior whole day? your accidental booking of a couple’s room? your constant forehead kisses, when i’m asleep?”

jisung didn't notice how angry he got. he didn't plan on yelling at minho, he didn't want to start a fight with him. it just happened.

“if you're so worried about it, i actually accidentally booked a room with one bed. when i noticed, it was too late to cancel the reservation.” minho’s words were sharp. “besides, we often sleep in the same bed, so i didn't think much of it. and... my weird behavior? or maybe it’s yours? because i’m not staring at your dick like a horny bitch whole day.”

jisung was so stunned that he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish. he did not expect that instead of repentance, minho would go on the attack.

“how can i not stare at your dick when it’s right in front of my face?!”

“just don’t look at it?!”

“then don’t shove it in my face!”

“i don’t shove it in your face!”

“you literally did in a hot tub!”

“i had to stand up somehow?!”

“and chose to wiggle it in front of my mouth!”

“i didn’t! gosh… if i really wanted to fuck your face i would have already done it!”

“so you don’t want to?!”

“i didn’t say that!”

both of them suddenly paused. how did the conversation turn into this? none of them had an answer to that.

it wasn’t long before minho was right on top of jisung, holding his hips down and kissing him hungrily. practically spit on spit, purposefully as sloppy as possible, they kept devouring each other’s mouths. the desperate hunger for one another that had been hidden deep inside them for so long finally bursted out.

the slurping noises were filthy, but neither of them seemed to care. instead jisung tightened his arms around minho’s neck and threaded his fingers through his hair. it was a mix of passion and anger from the fighting before. jisung took minho’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on it like he would suck him off.

jisung’s dick grew embarrassingly fast, causing him to wiggle his hips under minho’s body. why was he so easily turned on?

“you are so cute when you are flustered…” minho pulled away, looking at jisung intently. a string of saliva still connected their lips. one hand brushed a stand of hair out of his face, while the other gripped his waist.

jisung didn’t respond, only blushed even more. his puffy cheeks were completely red. he melted just like that, becoming completely malleable in minho’s arms. he was trying so hard to avoid intense eye contact, but it was hard to do so, considering that minho was pressing his whole body against him.

pleased with the reaction, minho grinned and moved to kiss jisung’s neck, leaving bites and sucking at any piece of skin he could see. biting became even harder when he heard a series of desperate moans from jisung. he then spread jisung’s legs apart with his knee, resting comfortably right between them.

“fuck-“ jisung whimpered, thoughts getting hazy each second.

to think that he would end up being crushed against the bed by his best friend, while being kissed and toyed with… he started grinding his hips against minho, bucking them up. he quickly got more and more desperate, reaching his climax just by dry humping.

“gosh… you are so loud.” minho wanted to sound annoyed, but he couldn’t hide his cheeky smile. having jisung like this, grinding his hips against him, was the best reward he could get.

“then why don’t you shut my mouth with your cock?” jisung suddenly said, immediately regretting his words. he did not want to sound so eager for minho’s dick.

the smile dropped so fast from minho’s face and got replaced by a devilish smirk. “you think you can handle it?”

oh lord. jisung shut hit eyes. he couldn’t bear with minho looking at him like that. he was practically undressing him with his eyes, while his thumb traced over jisung’s bottom lip.

“i can. i can handle it.” jisung nodded multiple times. no, he definitely sounded eager for minho’s dick now.

minho gave jisung a final warning look and lifted himself up, settling with his back pressed against the headboard. he stripped his clothes quickly, they went flying across the room. the act itself got jisung gulp hardly, wanting to undress as fast as possible too.

his gaze caught on minho, naked and beautiful, leaning casually against the headboard as his eyes leisurely traveled over jisung’s body. minho’s cock was hard, long and already leaking, making jisung’s mouth watery.

he then scooted a bit closer to minho, leaning in for a kiss again. minho responded just as passionately, his hands tangled in jisung’s hair and his hips bucked up in search of contact.

jisung thought he could probably spend hours just kissing minho, but that wasn't what he wanted now, when the sight of dripping dick was just beneath him. he pressed one last kiss on minho’s lips before kneeling down.

he ran his hands up minho’s thighs and then took that thick cock in his hands. the feel of his cock alone made jisung impatient. it was so warm and the skin felt so silky soft.

but before taking it into his mouth, he shot minho an inquiring look only to find him with his head thrown back. reading that as a sign to do whatever he wants, jisung tightened his grip on the cock.

“oh fucking shit…” minho groaned. a throaty sound had heat shooting right up jisung’s groin.

precum was pearled at the tip, and jisung licked it off slowly, savouring the taste of minho on his tongue.

“oh, oh fuck!” minho whimpered, looking down.

jisung smiled and did it again. he was ready to put on that show for him, never breaking the eye contact and taking minho as slow as possible.

he wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to know how every inch of minho’s dick felt on his tongue. minho tasted so sweet, and jisung couldn't get enough of him. following the pace, jisung licked the tip again, alternating between kitten licks and fully taking the tip into his mouth.

minho’s hips trembled, the muscles on his thighs tensed under jisung’s palms as he moved his hips up towards jisung’s face.

“you're- ah- good at that- just- go a bit faster-“ minho gasped out. he restrained himself this whole time from grabbing jisung by the hair and pushing him down his cock. but he was slowly losing his patience.

“make me.” jisung hummed, shivering at the thought of what was about to happen next.

minho opened one eye to make sure jisung wasn’t joking. oh well, the cocky smile on his face confirmed so.

if jisung wanted to receive a full face fucking experience… how could minho say no?

his hand then grabbed on jisung’s hair, interlocking his fingers tightly, and pushed him down the length with all force. even thought jisung was fully prepared for that, he still nearly choked on the dick.

minho began to fuck jisung’s mouth, while continuing to hold the hair tightly. the slick sounds of his own cock sliding in and out mixed with the wet sound of jisung’s mouth.

when jisung got used to the speed, he took hold of the base of the dick with one hand, sliding it on the thickening shaft. he hollowed his cheeks around minho’s huge cock, trying to be so good for him. he wanted to be used like a toy — wanted minho take as much of him as he desired.

jisung caught himself on a thought of how much he was enjoying this. on his knees, in nothing but his underwear, his face in minho’s groin and mouth full of dick. couldn’t be any better.

minho was so hard and dripping from jisung working him up. the sounds jisung’s mouth was making... it was all so filthy and dirty, but he couldn't get enough. he wanted, needed to hear more of that.

as jisung curled his tongue one more time and began moving his head at impossible speed, minho felt his orgasm approaching.

“fuck!” he whined. the grip on the hair tightened, and he came inside jisung’s mouth. jisung continued licking him through orgasm, not letting even a single drop of cum to waste.

as minho finished, both his arms encircled jisung’s cheeks and he left a kiss on his forehead, brushing away his sweaty bangs.

“did so well for me, jagi.” minho cooed, and jisung blushed at the praise. he ran his thumb over jisung’s lips, looking at him in awe. “you swallowed it all?”

jisung nodded and minho groaned again. “fuck- that’s hot. you’re so hot.”

jisung couldn’t help, but blush even more. they’ve been messing around for far too long, and jisung has been hard this whole time. he was desperate for minho to fuck him, suck him off or just do anything to his body at this point.

but as soon as jisung was about to beg for a touch, minho looked somewhere behind him, the look on his face immediately changed.

“the food is cold now, by the way. told you we have to eat first.” the usual grumpy minho was back. it was adorable how quickly his mood could change.

“well… im still hard. you can try to satisfy your hunger with my cum, if you want.” jisung leaned closer to minho’s face.

the way jisung was so bold with his words left minho speechless. he was not surprised he was hard again so soon.

“you offering?” he grinned, capturing their lips back together.

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fandomfucker · 4 months

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Space-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

Request: poly relationship between judgment day and reader. The reader is keeping a secret from their partners. The secret is that she is a little. The reason why she is hiding it is because she thinks that they will hate her and leave her like her last partner did. One day when they are all out and she is home by herself she slips into little space and she is in little space for an hour until they get back and Damian goes to check on her and he walks in on her in little space. She's all freaked out. Damian is the only one who knows what little space is. They all explain that it's adorable and that they love her for who she is. Her main caregiver is Damian but they all take care of her when she is in little space. She has a stuffed tiger named Maengho.

A/N-I want to preface this by saying that this is NOT SEXUAL however it is about little space so if you don't want to read it, don't. I would also like to go ahead and apologize for any incorrect information/misrepresentation, I did research on it and tried my best. Please enjoy and sorry for the wait ❤️

Word Count: 2,051

Reader's POV

Alright, Love. We'll be back later, okay?" Rhea informed me as she held my cheeks between her hands. I nodded and smiled up at her as she bent down to kiss my forehead before grabbing the keys to her truck and walking toward the front door.

Finn, Dominik, and Damian, my other three partners, all filed after her. They all gave me a small kiss and a quick goodbye as the four of them left to go film some Judgment Day promos.

Once the door had been shut behind them and I had seen Rhea's truck speed away down the road, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, a small weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Work had been really stressing me out lately but with my partners all unaware of my strategy for coping with stress, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. But now they were out of the house for at least a little while and I was free to do whatever I wanted.

After going and grabbing one of the little bottles of apple juice we kept in the fridge, I happily skipped back to my own room, immediately heading for my walk-in closet.

Shortly after we had all moved into our house together, I had set up a small space for me to be a little in. Basically, somewhere for me to decompress while acting and having the same overall headspace as a child.

The closet wasn't massive but it was just big enough for me to set up what was essentially a giant pillow fort.

The walls were lined with fluffy pillows, half of them the really big tube ones, and the floor was littered with thick fluffy blankets.

I had only a few stuffed animals but they were all my favorite ones. There were about 12 in total, my favorites of favorites were ones from Build a Bear that I'd made with people special to me, my number one being Maengho. He was a tiger I'd gotten all of my partners to build with me a couple of months ago after we first moved into our house.

Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls, creating a homey effect that I adored. I also had a small TV mounted on the wall, above a nightstand type of dresser I stored my little clothes in. It was mainly just Disney Princess nightgowns but I also had some My Little Pony pajama sets and a Rainbow Brite sweater for if I was cold enough or just wanted to be extra comfy.

I had some tutus and dress-up jewelry for when I felt like it, but I just enjoyed wearing pajamas more than anything.

Ripping my hair out of the ponytail I'd stuck it in, I plopped down onto a flower-shaped pillow on the floor, beginning to dig through the dresser for a specific Tinkerbell nightgown I knew would be in there.

Not bothering to stand up, I just changed into the dress while sitting on the floor, opening the closet door only for a minute to throw my regular clothes out into my room.

I grabbed the small remote off the dresser, and turned on the TV, turning it to Disney+. My favorite movie of all time since I was a baby was actually The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh so I turned that on as I adjusted the pillows and blankets around me, making myself comfortable.

Sitting criss-crossed apple sauce, and laying a fluffy pink blanket across my lap, I sat Maengho on my lap before setting my little lap tray that had all my coloring stuff stored in the side pockets in front of me.

Opening up the Lisa Franke coloring book, I flipped to a new page, deciding on a picture of two baby penguins in a basket.

For over an hour, I sat in my closet, fully immersed in my little space as I half-paid attention to the movie, coloring in my penguins with vibrant colors.

I was so immersed in fact, that I hadn't heard the garage door open or the calls from my partners soon after.

The door swung open, making me jump and causing me to draw an unwanted line down the center of my paper.

My eyes were wide with fear as I looked up to see all four of my partners looking at me in the doorway, confusion and concern etched on all of their faces.

Damian's POV

Y/n sat on the floor with a stuffed tiger, wearing a Disney princess nightgown, coloring. We all just kind of stopped in our tracks and stared at her in confusion as she looked up at us.

Her eyes were wide and slowly started to become filled with tears. She curled into herself, hugging the tiger, Maengho I remembered, tightly to her chest as she dragged her blanket up to cover her entire body and half of her face.

The tears started falling as she silently cried. I realized what this all was as I gently crouched down to better get on her level.

She began to bring her knees all the way to her chest and curl into herself even further as I reached out a hand to her. I retracted my hand before I scared her to death and took to just speaking to her softly instead.

"Y/n? It's sweetheart, we're not upset."

She lowered the blanket slightly from her face as she looked at me. Her lip quivered as her gaze shifted between me and the other members of the Judgment Day.

"You're not?" She asked timidly.

I shook my head 'no' in answer, glancing back to the other three to see that based on their facial expressions alone, they had no idea what was going on.

Turning back to Y/n, I spoke to her softly and quietly so as to not scare her any further. "Tell you what, us four are gonna go back down to the living room for a few minutes to talk, okay?" I made a circular motion indicating us wrestlers as I spoke.

"Do you want anything in the meantime? Or do you want me to bring you anything from the kitchen?"

She slowly shook her head at that, speaking so quietly I almost didn't hear her. "We don't have anything here."

I gave a nod in understanding a gave her a small smile before standing back up and turning around to push our other partners out of the way as I shut the closet door behind me.

None of them made any move to leave the room until I started making shooing motions with my hands.

Once back downstairs, I had them all sit down on the couch as I stood in front of them to explain what exactly was going on.

Reader's POV

Curious, I waited until I couldn't hear my partners' footsteps anymore before quietly retreating from the safety of my closet.

It was me and Maengho against the world as I held the top of his head to my mouth and tiptoed towards the stairs. I went down as far as I could, keeping to where they wouldn't see me.

I leaned my back against the wall, holding Maengho tightly as we eavesdropped on my partners and their conversation about me.

"Okay, so it seems to me that Y/n is a little. I don't know her specifics but basically, she gets in the headspace of a child to escape reality." I heard Damian explain to them.

There was silence as the others absorbed that information.

"Wait, shouldn't she be a part of this conversation then?" Dominik asked him.

Damian took a second to think about it before responding. "Yeah, we'll have a larger conversation including her, obviously, but I wanted to go ahead and give you guys a basic understanding of what we're getting into. If anyone has a problem with it they can leave."

"That makes sense, but I'm still in." Finn agreed.

"Me too, but I think the first thing we need to do is take her to the store and get her some food and whatever else she wants. We don't want her to feel uncomfortable and like she has to hide this part of her." Rhea vocalized.

"I second that." I heard Dominik speak up, ever the Mami's boy.

"Let's go then!" I heard Damian exclaim as they then all began to make their way back upstairs to my room.

Panicking, I shot up from where I was sitting on the stairs, making a beeline back to my fort.

However, in my haste to make it back before they realized I'd been listening in on their private conversation, I somehow missed the last step entirely.

My toe caught the edge of it, sending me sprawling across the rough carpet of the second-floor hallway. "Fuck!"

Four sets of footsteps pounded up the stairs and the sound of my name being called in a panic was all I heard.

Feeling a warm hand on my shoulder blade I rolled over with a groan, seeing Damian kneeling next to me. "Are you okay, princesa?"

I managed to nod my head with only a slight grimace before I asked the question that burned me the most. "Are you guys really okay with me being a little? Because I know it's a lot and it's fine if you hate me and my last partner left because of it and-" I was cut off just as my eyes began to fill with tears again.

"Of course, we're okay with it. We just don't know that much about it yet and need to learn." Finn told me softly.

Dominik nodded along, "Yeah, we all love you no matter what. But, first things first, we need to take you shopping."

"I don't have any clothes I like to go out in," I spoke, my voice muffled slightly due to my face being pressed against Maengho. I was a bit taken aback and overwhelmed by the amount of utter love and acceptance they were just immediately showing me.

"That's okay, Love. Do you wanna borrow some of mine?" Rhea asked me. She was crouched in front of me, with one of her hands rubbing my knee soothingly. I perked up at this, my head shooting up to meet her gaze and nodding enthusiastically. She laughed slightly as she stood up and then held out her hand to pull me up as well.

I loved wearing Rhea's clothes any chance I got because not only did they just look cool but they actually fit for the most part, unlike the boys' clothes. And they smelled like her.

Borrowing just a pair of her sweats, I paired it with an old Muppets t-shirt that I had.

After I had finished changing, Damian gave me a piggy-back ride downstairs, having me take a seat on the second to last step of stairs as he put my shoes on for me.

I giggled and kissed Maengho goodbye, not wanting him to get covered in Walmart germs before grabbing Damian's hand and skipping out to Rhea's truck.

I sat in my usual seat, the middle in the second row with Damian and Finn on either side as Rhea drove and Dom rode shotgun.

Once we got there, Dominik, ever the gentleman, helped me up into the cart so I could sit in it as they pushed me around, following my points and vague gestures toward the things that I wanted.

They got me cookies and cream ice cream, paired with gummy bears of course, along with dinosaur chicken nuggets that I had to promise to share with Dom. Rhea had even snuck off at one point to surprise me with bubbles for the bath.

We picked up some other snacks and stuff for me to have when in little space before making our way back home.

Upon returning home, I changed back into my princess nightgown before giving my partners puppy dog eyes for ice cream, to which they eagerly obliged, just wanting to make me happy.

So, happily, I ate my ice cream, doing wiggly happy dances in my seat as my feet swung back and forth beneath me.

When we had been looking at new furniture for the house, my partners had thought it hilarious to get dining room chairs just tall enough that my feet couldn't reach the floor.

My partners watched on from their own seats at the table, each of them with a smile on their face. They were all so different from my last partner it was insane.

There were still conversations to be had but for now, everything was perfect.

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luvbinnies · 4 months

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just like magic

Anton thinks he works really well under pressure, especially working with the healing department at the school. That was then ruined when you showed up in the healing coven all injured and bleeding on the floor and no one else around but him.

Genre: fluff, injured, humour cuz i cant be serious

Warnings: Lee soomin. swearing, reader is bleeding cuz they got bitten, mentions of dying and being kidnapped but that cuz reader is dramatic. It’s kinda unhinged lol.

a/n: takes places in the owl house’s magic school hexside but kinda diff idk lol. I unhingely wrote this out of nowhere 😭

Wc: 3k

You knew that convincing principal Lee Soomin to take two magic tracks was hard, but you still tried anyway. Unfortunately for you he didn’t agree and forced you to still choose one. You prompted on the potions track because even through that you were still able to somehow mix different types of magic together, just in secret.

You have recently had an obsession with the beast keeping track and had secretly been sneaking into the coven whenever you can to practice out different types of magic with the animals they had in the shed.

But due to the fact you were only supposed to be learning potions magic you never learned that every animal had a special link with their companion, so meeting new people they don’t tend to always be as welcoming as you would’ve liked.

So that’s what led you to be stumbling around the school grounds trying to find your way to the dorms. Holding onto your side where a griffin had bitten you, you were also really woozy because before biting you it had shoved you causing you to go flying across the shed hitting a wall.

You couldn’t be asking anyone for help, scared that they will rat you out in mixing magics.

Again.

Holding your weight against the school walls trying to find the staircase, before you get knocked down by someone standing in front of you.

“Oh sorry about that, yn?” The person in front of you with a soft gentle voice says. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard it before.

“Yn what are you doing here it’s almost past curfew- ARE YOU BLEEDING!!”

The raise in the person’s voice startled you and caused you to jump at him to shut his mouth with your hand, pressing him against the walls you were just struggling to stand next to.

It also surprised you when you got a good look at the boy in front of you, Anton. You’ve seen him around the school loads of times. You didn’t have any classes with him because you were only allowed to take potion classes and his healing classes. But you met him once through a mutual friend, Sohee. You remember when you first met him he was incredibly shy and wouldn’t even look you in the eye, but then you started to ask him a bunch of healing magic questions and he started talking a lot more with you as you listened.

That was probably the most you’ve ever talked to him, but since then you started to see him everywhere you went. You almost thought he was stalking you, but it seemed more that you saw him more because you started to notice him more. Also the two of you have a lot of mutual friends, so it does make sense to him.

You’d always catch him at your grudgby practices since that one encounter, you weren’t sure if he showed up before you two properly met, but he most likely did since he has other friends on the team too.

Even though you don’t talk to him much, hearing the boy scream as loud as he did shocked you because he was always very soft spoken. Even at the grudgby games you’d see him in the stands cheer but you would never actually even hear him in the crowd.

Though since he’s gotten the job to help with the healings around the school a couple of months ago, you haven’t seen him around the field anymore. It didn’t bother you or anything.

But right now he was still trying to make noises with your hand on his mouth, they were more noises of concern for your well being at the moment.

You kept checking right and left before telling him to shush as you were letting go of his mouth. As you did your eyes went straight to his lips.

Just to monitor whether or not he’ll make another sound.

Maybe you were staring too intensely at his lips because his face started to get as red as the blood dripping out of your body. Or maybe you were losing too much blood, you weren’t sure.

His eyes refuse to look at you, just like when you first met him.

“Anton,” You start, trying to get his attention. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

Poor boy was completely flushed red with you leaning up against him, pushing his back to the wall. “Yn, you’re bleeding all over the floor and leaving a trail.”

You look back to the direction you came from and see that he was right. There was blood all over the floors and walls, with your bloody handprints.

Bloody handprint…

Looking back at Anton seeing that his face is partly red due to the blood you accidentally smeared all over his face. Lowering your gaze, blood was all over his and your clothes from you practically putting all of your weight on him now.

Also noticing that he had his hands around your waist, trying to hold you up right.

“I’ll manage.” You say as nonchalant as you can given your circumstances, giving him a weak smile.

As you try to pry his hands from your waist he replies. “I-I can help you.”

Letting go of his hands. “No it’s okay.”

But one step forward and you start falling to your doom.

Luckily Anton was just standing there awkwardly when you were trying to let go of his hands and watch as you attempt that step and miserably fail, but at least he was nice enough to help catch you before you fell.

“I’ll open up the infirmary and help you-”

“Nah Anton, it's good.”

“You’re literally dying.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Oh my god.”

Anton struggles trying to get the keys from back pocket while holding a stubborn you trying to be the independent boss you are as you’re losing consciousness.

“Here I’ll get them.” You reach your hand in his back pocket. “Why are the keys soft?”

“That’s the wrong pocket yn.”

“Ah.”

Anton hopes your dying state doesn’t make you realize how red his face is, but he truly hopes you aren’t actually dying.

“Got it!” Anton takes the keys from you and quickly opens the door.

He’s glad that there isn’t anyone there at the moment so he can take care of you without you having to panic about getting in trouble for whatever stupid idea you were doing. But he was also terrified because you were probably the most injured person he was going to help his entire three months of working here.

Also because it was you.

How could you simply sit on the medical bed covered with blood everywhere, going in and out of consciousness, eyes barely staying open, with a stupid smile on your face trying to convince him you’re perfectly fine.

Maybe it was the moonlight from the window across the bed you were on that was making you look so majestical as you are right now.

But Anton knew it wasn’t that, because you always looked so incredible since the first time he saw you in the library. He couldn’t even look at you properly.

God he hopes you don’t hate him in the morning.

“Yn, I’m going to need to lift your shirt to see the wound.” He asks you slowly.

You show off your theatrical smile at him. “What wound?” As if he didn’t just save you from your devastating doom moments before.

Realizing you weren’t going to get out of this, you nod.

Anton takes a seat next to your bed as he gently lifts your bloody shirt up. He doesn’t even need to lift the shirt half way and can see the big bite at your side.

He knows you’re staring at him, watching his features to look for signs of emotions and it’s not helping him. He’s not the best actor given your question. “Is it bad?”

“No, i-it’s fine just look over there.” He points at the window. You turn your head to stare out into the nighttime, it calms Anton down a little knowing you won’t see this and that you’re no longer staring at him.

“Who or what did this to you?” He questions.

“A griffin.” You state as if it’s just the most casual thing ever.

“Do I want to know why or how?”

“Nope.” You continue to just blankly stare out to the moon as Anton does whatever he does.

He gets up quickly, moves around a lot and gets stuff, almost tripping on the other beds, before coming back next to you. “This might hurt, I’m sorry.”

You’re still staring at the moon as he speaks, “Why would you be sorry it’s the Griffins fault I’m like this.” You lied completely because honesty is boring when you’re dying.

Anton does whatever healing magic he does under your shirt, you take a deep breath preparing for pain. He sees this and tries to help by saying. “How about you talk about something unrelated to the injury? Maybe it will help you ease your mind before I do it.”

You nod. “I don’t really ever get to appreciate the moon, but it’s really beautiful.”

“You’re really beautiful.”

“Huh- AHGKC-”

Both your confusion and pained noise gets interrupted by Anton. Because he did his stupid magic trick to let you live and the pain you felt. You couldn’t even scream about it properly because pretty shy boy Anton shoved tissues into your mouth.

It was probably for the best since you were so intense about no one knowing you were dying. Honestly if Anton wasn’t where he was tonight you might’ve died on the school grounds.

It's sad though, dying in school.

As you were dying from the pain, Anton kept repeatedly saying “I’m sorry.” While holding onto your hand, with pain in his eyes seeing you like this.

When the pain stopped, Anton helped you lay your head down onto the pillow behind.

“You need rest, ok. Don’t try to get up please. I’ll check up on you in the early morning before the other healers come and clean up the mess.”

As he was about to get up, the hand that he was holding for you couldn’t get out of your grip. “Please.”

He looks to you barely awake, weak and tired from honestly he has no idea. You are attempting to ride a griffin. “Anton, will you stay with me? Please.”

You gave him a weak smile and that boy was done for. He sat back on that stool and laid his head next to yours on the bed. He’s not too sure where the confidence for both of your heads to be sharing beds came from but he didn’t care at that moment.

He just watched as your moonlight-shined face relaxed and you fell into a slumber.

The bright light shining in your face is what makes you stir from your sleep. But the unfamiliar warmth of someone’s arm around your body got you questioning things.

All you could see was blood.

There was blood on the pillow, the blanket, the bedsheets, the hand you were holding. Why were you holding someone’s hand?

Oh right, you almost died in front of Anton last night.

Is he hugging what he thinks is your dead corpse?

Are you dead? You really were confused. The last thing you remember is Anton calling you beautiful and then shoving tissues into your mouth like the gentleman he is.

The questions stop flooding your mind when you get to observe the position the two of you are in.

Your entire body was lying down on the bed, like a normal person would be sleeping like. Anton’s head and arms were on the bed but the rest of his body was completely twisted so his head and arms could be on the bed.

His head was next to yours, still smeared with blood all over because of you. One of his hands holding onto your bloody hand and the other wrapped around your resting body. With the rest of him just sitting on the stool.

You winced and thought that he stayed there all night with you in that position. Not knowing the time and not really caring at the moment. Carefully you grab onto his lower body and drag him onto the little bed next to you.

You thought you did quite a good job at not waking him up, but you guess you were wrong when he starts to stir. But for some reason you didn’t want to move just yet.

So you cause your body to go limp and wrap your arm around him so it would be difficult for him to get up and you pretend to still be sleeping.

But what you did was for nothing because he was easily able to get out of your hold when he fully woke up.

Feeling his stare as you sleep. Totally not weird. You hear him whisper something but you couldn’t make out what.

Next thing you knew is that he was carrying you bridal style off from the bed. You truly hope you were not being kidnapped.

That wasn’t the case when you remembered the familiar path to your dorm way. You really weren’t sure if you were supposed to wake up in this scenario but you just wanted to relish the moment of being in this stupid boy’s arms.

You heard the familiar voices of your roommates and some chattering before you felt your body be gently placed onto your bed.

This felt like a good opportunity to just continue sleeping, since you never have time for that ever since you started sneaking around the school grounds.

But that was ruined when the dorm room door shut and you felt your roommate throw pillows at you.

“Wake up right now and tell me why THE Anton Lee Chanyoung just carried you to the dorm.”

You don’t budge. You feel their body come closer to you and start shaking you asking you a shit ton of questions. You heard your two other roommates having a conversation of their own.

“See I told you Anton likes them, you owe twenty bucks.”

That made you shot up awake.

After escaping and half explaining why you were all bloody and with Anton all night, you tried all day to find said boy himself. But you couldn’t.

The healing coven place you were at was closed off because there was blood everywhere and no one knew whose blood it was and all you could do was hope you washed off all the blood on your body. Anton however wasn’t anywhere in sight.

You couldn’t pay attention to any of your classes all day long, but it didn’t matter too much because it was just potions anyways. Always the same things over and over again.

You couldn’t attempt checking out the healing classes without possibly getting in trouble all over again.

The next best thing was at grudgby practice asking his friends about him. But those losers weren’t any help.

“Oh, looking for a lover boy I see.” Seunghan gives you a wink before you hear a similar conversation you heard earlier today.

“Sohee, I told you yn was into Anton give me 50.” Shotaro cheers with a smile on his face, but turns and makes eye contact with you, his smile drops, realizing you heard.

He started panicking, not knowing you were completely clueless about any sort of emotional feelings about anything. But a twinkle in his eye sparkles and points behind you. “Yn look over there.”

You turn to where he was pointing at and see just the boy you were looking for.

Before you knew it you were running up to him.

“Hey, I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Hi,” He replies, not looking at you all over again.

You frown, not sure if you made him uncomfortable. “So… don’t you usually help with the healing coven at this time?”

“Oh right,” He scratches his head, looking down at his shoes like they are super interesting or whatever. “I got fired.” He says it's the coolest thing in the world.

Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Yn before you say anything, I’ll explain. I realized you were playing with other magics again and when I came back from bringing you to your dorm the other healers had come back so I simply admitted it was me. Lee Soomin got upset at me, but since it was my first time doing so, getting fired was the only punishment.”

That explanation did not help you with your grief of his job. But he seemed all fine and smiley about it. You just wanted to kiss those stupid lips on his face, you didn’t though. Him and you would probably combust.

“I didn’t like that job anyway, I don’t get to see you practice anymore because of it.”

Him saying that now got you all smiley and shit.

“Thank you for all of that Anton.” Now it was your turn to be all shy and not look at him. Which was stupid because he has a nice face and you should be appreciating it more.

“Hey, it’s all good. Now I get to be your own personal healer.” Now you just wanted to cry and giggle over this boy.

“And shove more tissues in my mouth?”

“If you want me to.” You thought that was really weird but couldn’t care less the second he grabbed your hand, just like he did on the bed as you were dying.

“You know, Lee Soomin told me you were a bad influence on me when I told him it was me and that I shouldn’t hang out with you.” He swings your arms back and forth together.

“Well Lee Soomin doesn’t deserve rights.”

Bye I’m going to go cry over my loneliness and over chem again.

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