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jazzyoranges · 5 months

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Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #thing addams #enid sinclair

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reveluving · 5 months

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a/n: while I received so many amazing thots (I'm not even joking. I'm still cooking <3), there wasn't any for Ale at all, and it didn't feel right ☝🏼🤨 so consider this a ‘reve's asks’ for our shy!wife collection! don't forget to leave some sugar!

Includes: pre-marriage (moved in together!), future mrs vargas is a little oblivious but that's okay, he loves her for it & tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

“You're so cute!”

You were at it again.

“You're a good boy,” Smooch smooch, “Yes, you are,” Smooch, “Our best boy,” Smooch, “The most distinguished gentleman in the world.”

On most days, he would find it adorable. Seeing you bond with his fluffy pal despite the less-than-pleasant assumptions many have of the breed. But with the recent deployment lasting longer than usual, resulting in his return just yesterday, he was practically dying to have your attention.

But it seemed like Great Dane had the same plan, even though he got to spend time with you all the time.

You had a knack of nuzzling Hernando’s fur, especially his stomach area, on days where you found him extremely irresistible (which was always, to be honest). The pooch barely minded the lipstick stains you would sometimes leave on his silky fur, only caring about your attention more than anything.

But sometimes, Alejandro thinks he was also acting cute for you just to spite him.

He revealed himself from behind the wall, smoothing out the front of his shirt as if he had just come down from upstairs. Hernando laid on his back, enjoying your unlimited belly rubs and head smooches.

Though he and Hernando pretty much were fighting for even an ounce of you, he'd be lying if he said seeing you, sweet little you, taming a giant beast with little to no problem.

Be it a Great Dane, who turns into a baby when you're around or a muscular colonel, who worships his beloved like his life depends on it.

“Oh, Ale,” You smiled, small and shy, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him overhearing you baby-talking yet again, “Ready to head out?”

“Si,” He grinned, reaching for your hand for a sweet kiss before whispering against your temple, “You look beautiful as always, mi amor.”

It should've been too early to feel the burn in your face. Hell, you should've expected it, especially when he has never missed a day to compliment you.

“Thank you,” You looked down for a moment, biting down the giddy smile before meeting his eyes, “You look very handsome.”

“For you, amor, it would be a crime not to look my best.” He replied with zero hesitation, even puffing up his chest at your praise. He tried not to let his gaze linger, but oh, how impossible it was not to appreciate how your curves looked in your dress.

“Come,” He offered to hold the leash, partially to monopolize your attention as you walked, but just as you tried passing it to him, Hernando huffed. He sat on the floor as soon as it was in Alejandro's hand, seemingly persistent about not wanting to move when he was barking at the door just moments ago. He grumbled under his breath, knowing what the canine was trying to do, “Ay, dios mio.”

He should've seen it coming.

The deadpan on his face softened as he heard you giggle, hiding your amusement behind your hand.

“It's okay, he's probably just grumpy that we're late.” You were supposed to take him to the park nearly half an hour ago if it weren't for Alejandro's sudden need to trap you against the wall for kisses when he saw you exited the bathroom in just a towel.

And just as he suspected, Hernando jumped to his paws the moment Alejandro returned the leash in your hands.

Typical.

Still, Alejandro was able to wrap his arm around you without his pal protesting, and he took advantage of it like no other.

If one thought getting mauled by a giant dog for making a lady uncomfortable was already scary, they'd have to think again.

Now, they'd have to worry about the same dog and his tall, dark and handsome… and intimidating owner.

But each time Alejandro managed to steal your attention for a few seconds longer, Hernando tugged at the leash. Not to the point of hurting you from the suddenness or worse, causing you to fall, but enough for the man to realize the little game he was playing at.

But for just a moment, Hernando seemed distracted by the birds near the pond.

You noticed, and Alejandro most certainly did, and to his gratefulness, you unhooked the leash from his collar. Patting his head, you said, “Go on, buddy.”

Given the green light, he immediately zoomed towards the flock, his enormous size would scare the living shit out of a grown man, let alone some pigeons.

You were about to ask Alejandro what the two of you should do while Hernando was going crazy on his own, he took you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around you before dipping you just a little. A stark resemblance to a cheesy scene in a romantic drama.

The first thing you thought of doing as he embraced you was to cover your face with your hands. You were growing hot at the thought of the people, who were just trying to enjoy nature, seeing the passion your boyfriend was exhibiting in public.

The softness in the way he spoke your name, despite his deep, gruff voice prompted you to pull your hands, away, albeit slowly. His eyes held adoration, and just a hint of jealousy, you realized. Whether or not he was concealing the rest of his enviousness was unknown, but his stare was… intense, to say the least.

With one arm around you and the other holding your hand, he leaned in and almost immediately, you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours despite the possibility of being watched.

But the kiss never came. Not fully. You could feel his lips but it was nothing more than a feathery touch.

“Kiss me,” He whispered, “Kiss me, and I shall show you how much I yearn for you always.”

Letting out a shaky sigh, you shyly closed the distance, only to gasp when he returned the kiss feverishly. Like a man starved, he held you against him like a lifeline as he shamelessly groaned in the kiss.

But just as the passion clouded your mind, just as Alejandro was hoping to feel his lips against yours, you heard a bark.

And to your horror, Hernando was running towards the two of you at maximum speed.

Alejandro didn't waste any time, holding you to his chest while his back faced the Great Dane. Hernando body side-slammed into him, eliciting a grunt from Alejandro, followed by your squeal as your bodies tipped.

Alejandro was quick to turn amid the fall, being the first to hit the grass while he became your cushion.

You face planted into his chest, but it beats facing the same fate on the ground instead.

“Amor? Amor, are you okay?” He may have bore the brunt of it, but that didn't mean his worries were dispelled just yet.

You could've gotten seriously hurt!

Hernando had left the crime scene at this point, opting to play with the other dogs in the area, but Alejandro liked to think his buddy knew he was in trouble.

“I'm okay…” You raised your head with a tiny ‘ow’, only to begin fretting about falling on him. Thankfully, he laughed, a hearty one, the kind that you couldn't resist smiling at.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” Alejandro turned his head to the right, prompting you to follow his line of gaze. Hernando was having fun with a Pug and even an orange cat. One wouldn't have guessed he was the culprit of you and Alejandro's current state, “I guess he really is mad about us being late.”

You traced your fingers along his chest, “That's your fault.”

“Oh? I don't think you were very innocent either.” He teased back, not bothering to move his hands that were resting on your back, “But can you blame me? I can't let ‘Nando take up all of your attention, now that I'm back.”

“He's just feeling playful, now that you're back.”

“More like a pain in the ass,” He mumbled, only to let out a painless ‘oof’ when you smacked his chest with an ‘Ale!’. He grinned, showing off his pearly whites as a way to say he was not sorry before gripping you tighter for a bear hug, “Come here!”

He paid your squeaks and whines no mind, just content to be the one kissing you and making you laugh at that moment.

And though he'd have a little word with Hernando about nearly getting you hurt, he'd also like to say one thing.

“Thanks, hermano.”

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#— reve's reverie 🌹#— reve's asks 🌹#eyes locked hands locked series #idk why but this piece gives me strong very very very by ioi vibes #the song not the lyrics :P #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x f!reader #alejandro vargas x you #colonel alejandro vargas #cod alejandro #cod alejandro vargas #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod mwii #cod mw2

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dearly-somber · 6 months

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Yours | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!Jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. pining, fluff, unrequited love, f2l (friends-to-lovers)

-> w/c. 1867

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. This couple 💔💔

-> warnings. N/A

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Wed., Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:19

-> fin. Tues., Jul. 27th, 2022 @ 21:37

-> edited. Tues., Jan. 7th, 2023 @ 12:45

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You watch in awe as Jungkook and his pack interact with one another in their wolf forms, itching to take pictures, but knowing they wouldn’t appreciate it.

It’s the first time you’ve seen Jungkook’s wolf, and you find yourself rather intimidated. He’s twice the size you’d expect him to be, and although he acts like an oversized puppy, his sharp teeth and large paws remind you of god true nature.

Jungkook whines and nips at his hyungs while the girls lounge off to the side, watching you take everything in with curious eyes. The youngest of the shifters gives who you think is Hoseok one last nibble to his ear before excitedly padding in your direction, tail wagging behind him.

Your heartbeat races as he stalks towards you, your mind emptying itself of all coherent thought. You open your mouth to ask something, but get interrupted by a wet, gross wolf-tongue being thrust down your throat.

It takes you a second to realize that Jungkook is in fact licking the inside of your mouth, and the moment you have the braincells to do something about it you yell in protest, roughly pushing him away by his chest. He takes a second to react to your pushing and jumps away the second he realizes he’s doing something wrong, a high-pitched whine leaving his throat. You wipe your mouth with your sleeve with a horrified frown, resisting the urge to gag. Jungkook whines loudly at your side, tail hovering between his legs as the other shifters look curiously in your direction, wondering what all the commotion is about.

Jungkook nuzzles his nose into your the crook of your elbow and then just below your rib cage, stepping onto your thigh in his attempt to get closer to your face so he can apologetically nuzzle your jaw. You push his face away in a panic, mortified that his tongue was in your mouth.

Jungkook whines louder, his ears pinned to the back of his head. You try not to scrape your tongue off with your nails, looking at Jungkook pace up and down with his worried eyes trained on you. You feel kind of bad, despite feeling like the victim in this situation, so you muster a small, slightly panicked smile. “Sorry, Kookie, it’s just that” —you exhale shakily— “you can’t just lick into my mouth, Koo. That’s just…”

He bows his head shamefully, his tail wrapping around his paws. You want to scream at him for looking so fucking sad, your stupid human brain only seeing an overgrown but cute dog who looks way too depressed for your heart to handle.

“I forgive you, but don’t do it again, okay?” You pat his head and twirl a finger around his soft ear, smiling when the end of his tail starts twitching. Jungkook barks happily at your forgiveness and stumbles to his feet so he can rest his head on your thigh, tail smacking your leg as it wags.

Your hands are on him immediately, petting him all over and carding through his fur. Jungkook can’t help but vibrate with pleasure, trying very hard to get it across to his wolf that crushing you under his weight is going to get the complete opposite reaction he wants. Your gentle touches knock the breath out of him. Make him submissive and pliant—some might even say pathetic.

He cringes at a memory from two weeks ago.

You were lying next to him, reading a book while he boredly played games on his phone. Turning to you, he positioned his head in your lap.

“I’m bored.”

“And I’m reading.”

He scoffed, pinching your leg. You yelped in surprise and Jungkook smirked smugly.

You resisted smacking him with the book. “Go to bed.”

“But it’s almost dinner,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes, muttering something that sounded oddly like ‘dumb puppy’.

“I’ll wake you when it’s ready. Sleep.”

Jungkook grumbled something under his breath but nevertheless turned onto his stomach, getting comfortable with his head in your lap, pouting. How could you—

His eyes widened a fragment as his entire body relaxed the moment your fingers started gently carding through his hair. He felt his wolf slowly coming to the forefront of his mind, practically purring with contentment as he nuzzled into your thigh, huffing out a wolfish breath.

You massaged his scalp and he let out a quiet moan of appreciation, pressing his face into your thigh to hide his heating cheeks. You laughed, your heart thundering against your rib cage. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and pressed his nose into your hipbone while holding himself to you possessively, little noises of pleasure falling from his lips while you played with his hair.

Jungkook shudders internally at the embarrassing recollection, his nose pressed into your hipbone like it was back then. That memory—though cringe-worthy—is a fond one.

He whines appreciatively when you scratch behind his ears, pressing his nose further into your hip. You chuckle lowly in response, your mouth moving with no sound coming out.

You’re in awe at just how thick his fur is. You could ball up a fistful of hair and still find more fur to grasp on to. You suppose it’s necessary to survive the winters, even though they probably spend most of their time indoors anyway… “You’re so cute!” you squeal softly, cupping Jungkook’s face and bringing your face close to his so you can stare into those large, expressive eyes of his.

He looks surprised at the sudden proximity but doesn’t try to pull away even after he goes cross eyed, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. You half forget that this is in fact your best friend, seeing him as just any other dog.

A very large, very intimidating dog.

“You’re just an overgrown puppy who enjoys some good ol’ pets, aren’t you? Just a big baby boy?” You giggle when he whines and aggressively stomped his feet, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you. Your thumbs trace over his eyes affectionately, smiling brightly at his obvious excitement.

You continue cooing at him unintelligibly, his inner pup yowling and whimpering desperately at the note of affection in your voice.

“Someone’s whipped,” Jimin snorts through their mind link, shaking his head.

“I’m not whipped—“ Jungkook tries to defend himself, though his aggressively wagging tail and barely contained whimpers give him away immediately.

“You’re acting like an overgrown puppy,” Rosé deadpans, her head raised so Lisa can groom the underside of her neck.

“No, I’m not,” he tries to defend himself, doing his best not to show his growing annoyance at his pack’s testing while you’re so close to his face, fighting with his wolf to not lick your face, no matter how much they both want to.

Taehyung snorts from where he’s laying half on top of Jimin, the two looking pleased that they’re getting a rise out of him. “Coochie coochie coo! Come here, Jungoo-baby, let your hyungs groom your fur!”

“Stop,” Jungkook warns them, trying to focus on your bright smile.

“Koo’s about to roll over and beg her to—“

You squeal in surprise and fright when Jungkook turns his head to the side to snarl at his pack-mates, your heart picking up speed and eyes widening. Your fight or flight kicks in, but Jungkook is laying half on top of you, and you’re afraid that if you move more he’ll get snappy.

Jungkook turns back to you with a small huff, licking your hand as an apology for scaring you, before ducking his head to nudge your pelvis insistently. You hesitantly pet him again, wary of another outburst. Jungkook huffs angrily, pinning his ears against his head. You don’t hold his face again, much to his chagrin.

This wouldn’t have happened if his idiot hyungs kept their mouths shut. He, albeit dejectedly, settles for nuzzling his nose into your stomach.

He’ll get face pets from you another time.

As the sun sets, Jungkook’s pack-mates head inside one by one, shifting where you can’t see. Jungkook’s tail lays lethargic and limp by his side, your long, rhythmic strokes over his head and down his spine making him drowsy.

“Y/N! Jungkook! Come inside! It’s getting late and we wanna order food,” Namjoon calls from the behind sliding door that leads to the patio.

“Coming!” you call back, gently shoving Jungkook off you despite his protests. You picture him whining that, “he doesn’t wanna go inside” and to, “keep petting him” in that annoyingly adorable aegyo voice he uses sometimes, but you manage to push the thought away and stand, stretching your legs.

“Let’s get some food, hm?” You roll your finger around his ear as he follows you on your heel, huffing and puffing annoyedly. It feels a bit like having those guard dogs you’ve seen on TV.

Jungkook shifts back in the comfort of his bedroom, running downstairs to join you in the living room where everyone’s busy watching a crime documentary and eating pizza. Strangely enough, you’re no where to be seen, the single seater that might as well have your name on it left unoccupied. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s in the kitchen grabbing something to drink,” Jennie supplies distractedly, stuffing her face with a large cheese pizza. Jungkook nods, stepping over everyone sitting on the floor to make himself comfortable in your chair.

When you come back, you see your spot has been taken and slump your shoulders. He grins at you cheekily, and you roll your eyes. You make a move to pass him so you can sit next to Lisa, but Jungkook intervenes quickly by shooting his legs out, causing you to screen to a halt to stop you from tripping over his stupidly long legs.

You glare at him pointedly, aggressively smacking his upper leg to get him to drop it to the floor. He pouts and makes grabby hands at you to come and sit with him in the single chair instead of with his pack mates, tilting his head cutely.

You sigh and shake your head, leaning over the coffee table to grab a slice of pepperoni pizza before turning to one very delighted Jeon Jungkook. He giggles softly as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, his legs spread so that your ass is cushioned in his thighs. He rests his chin on your shoulder and holds you close, watching the TV with rapt attention. You smile at the doe-eyed look of concentration he has, chewing on the bite you just took while holding the slice over your shoulder for him to take.

He hums appreciatively when he digs his teeth into it, thanking you through a mouthful of pizza. “Don’t speak to me with your mouth full,” you scold with a playful flick to his cheek, shaking your head when he grins stupidly at you in response.

Jungkook trains his eyes on the side of your face as you lean into him, your eyes twinkling with pictures from the screen.

He has only one thought as he tightens his grip around your waist:

Though you might not be his just yet…

…he’s most definitely yours.

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noroi1000 · 7 months

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Nyan Bonus - (y/n) is cat!

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What would happen if you became a cat because somehow the positive curse they have passed on to you?

It would certainly be a nice day, but it would also be the worst day of your life...

You walked home in Suguru's arms, feeling very comfortable as he carried you. The cat you had just become told you to lie on top of him, letting your (h/c) fur surround his hands.

He chuckled at how you started acting like a cat.

You thought you'd be able to see what it's like to be like them. Walk around the house as a cat and wave your fluffy tail around with your head up. You will be able to lie down wherever you want or jump in wherever you want and expect attention from them.

After they become cats, the longer they stay like that, the more they enjoy being petted.

People sometimes don't like being petted like a pet. But when they became fluffy animals and you stroked them, they felt how nice it felt! So cute! Your fingers lightly glide over their heads or entire bodies!

They liked this kind of touch, but when they became cats they liked it even more.

Now you understood why...

Having someone pet you while you were in your cat's body... It felt so good.

Suguru's fingers felt so good stroking your fur.

You even stopped worrying about what happened to you. You relaxed and lay on him until you entered the house.

Satoru's voice called you out of the pleasant trance of being stroked by his hand.

"Suguru! Where is (y/n)?" he asked, observing everything around him. He was surprised that you weren't there. He could have sworn you were going out together.

And suddenly his eyes turned to the cat lying on Suguru's forearm.

(h/c) fur and (e/c) eyes.

He started to suspect something...

And Suguru explained everything to him. And it cleared his mind.

"This is (y/n). She suddenly-."

He stopped seeing a lot of white smoke from which a large white cat suddenly jumped out, leaning on his leg and standing on its hind legs.

You tilted your head to look at his smiling face.

Why, now that you're a cat, do you think he's handsome too?

Can you really, as a cat, find him attractive? Every time you saw him as a cat when you were a human you thought he was cute.

But now as a cat you find him attractive?! What is it about?! This is just Satoru!

“(y/n), do you want to come down to join him as a cat?” Suguru asked you, looking into your cat eyes.

"Meow.(Yes, I do.)” You replied. “Meow Meow (But I hope he won't do anything to me).”

Your paws touched the floor and I felt a touch on my side. When you looked over, you saw Satoru purring, rubbing against you and hugging you.

It was quite a nice experience. Cuddling as a cat is also fun.

"Meow.(Suguru) Meow (Where are you going?)"

"Meow. (He won't understand you)" you heard Satoru meow and looked at him.

Did you just understand what he was saying to you as a cat?!

"Meow (Only cats understand each other.) Meow Meow (I would like to do something in this form) Meow (can I?)"

You looked at him questioningly and lay down on your paws, staying low. You can run away when he does something stupid.

"Meow. (What is that?)"

"Meow."

That must have been a strange conversation... Just meowing...

You felt him purr against your tail and he started to move closer, suddenly licking your cheek.

And his paws placed themselves on either side of you as he hovered above you, purring.

He may not have meant it, but you started to panic about what he might do!

"Meeeoooowww!"

Your feline moan caught Suguru's attention and he quickly walked over to you and pulled you out from under the larger smiling cat.

He placed you in his arms and you snuggled into his chest.

"You can't even try to do that to her as a cat!" He screamed and the white cat's ears drooped slightly.

Wait, what did he mean by that?

Does he really...

Suddenly you remembered what the anatomy of cats looks like...

Your paws touched the floor again and Satoru lay down next to you, calm this time.

He cuddled up to you and placed his tail on yours.

"Meow. (I didn't mean to do anything to you)"

"Meow. (I don't trust you as long as we're both cats)"

"Meeeoow~! (Awe~...)" He rested his head on yours, cuddling you against his fur.

And suddenly you became much bigger. You sat on the floor, feeling cold.

They both looked at you. The cat and human eyes were on you as you sat in your human form naked on the floor next to the cat.

You felt yourself starting to boil. You pulled your legs closer and reached for the large white cat.

You placed his side against your chest, effectively covering yourself.

“Meow…” Satoru moaned as he lay softly in your arms, feeling your body against his fur.

Suguru stepped closer and laughed lightly.

You saw ears appear on his head and a white tail sticking out from under his shirt.

"I see that the transformation back to human will be quick, but it will happen in parts." He chuckled with a suspicious smile. "It's much more cute now, isn't it, Satoru?"

The cat suddenly became heavy and you lowered it so that a man with a white tail and ears was lying on your thighs.

"Oh yes. This is especially cute."

"But-" you flinched as his hand grabbed a part of your body. Something you didn't remember ever having!

His fingers massaged the fluffy tail in his hand.

"Can we have neko-(y/n)-chan in a sweeter way? Suguru?"

Your body was lifted and thrown over Satoru's shoulder, his fingers tightening around the base of your tail, causing a soft purr to bubble up in your throat.

Suguru kissed your lips and Satoru suddenly bit your hip, watching as your tail straightened and fluffed up slightly.

"Nya!" you screamed in surprise and then covered your mouth with your hand, knowing the sound you had just made.

"Aww~ so sweet." Suguru hummed, petting your head. "We'll spend some time together. You'll make sounds like that, right? Maybe dinner first, then a movie, then a bath, and then something else?"

His suggestive tone indicated something clear...

But it wasn't a completely bad date idea...

"How about we reverse the order?" Satoru laughed, turning towards the bedroom.

#jjk x you #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #cat gojo #nyan

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the-evil-lovable-simp · 6 months

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Tadc Caine x werewolf reader

(Also reader the reader’s gender will not be mentioned)

(Also this is probably bad)

(btw the wolf form isn't just a wolf, it's a humanoid wolf)

(When people think of wolves communicating, they most likely think of howling. But wolves have an extensive repertoire of sounds. Whines and whimpers indicate friendly interaction but can also express frustration or anxiety. Growls and snarls are threatening or defensive.)

You sat on your bed thinking about your situation, excluding the whole being trapped here thing, you've had five outbursts already, all for different reasons. Two of them were just normal transitions, one of them was because Jax tripped you over, another was because he locked you in a room, and another was because Kinger scared you when he screamed. You've almost killed Jax six times already, if you don't sort this out soon you might actually hurt someone. You're also really glad that Caine hasn't caught on yet, you'd think he would of by now since he brags about having eyeballs everywhere, watching everyone's every move. If he did find out he'd probably put you in the cellar with all the abstracted beings. Thinking about that made you a bit tense, you could feel your wolf side awakening and trying to get out. You try to keep it in but you fail, and your tail rips a hole in your pants ruining yet another pair.

"$#!%" You got censored and grabbed your tail, you tried to stroke it to calm down, and it was working until you heard knocking at your door, this very much startled you because you didn't hear anyone walk up to your door.

"(y/n), I heard profanity," you hear a voice exclaim behind the door, you knew exactly who it was. Caine.

"£$%^ &*%$ £$?<> &*^%," you cursed again and got censored again, stumbling around the room, stubbing your toe in the process, swearing some more and crashing into the wall, thus making your wolf ears pop out.

"I was just going to tell you not to swear, but now I feel like I should check up on you," he says turning the knob. This alerted you, your wolf ears twitching. The door was slightly opening until you crashed into it slamming it shut again, with your now wolf arms. This made Caine jump and his teeth clenched together and his eyes flew out the back of his head. He soon regained his posture.

"NoOOoooOOoo! ThAt's fINe!" you try to reassure, your voice changing four times in that sentence.

You really didn't want him to find out about this, it would be so embarrassing, notably since you kinda like him, and even worse, him getting rid of you...You started spiralling, this made you transform more, clawed paws busting out of your shoes and your clothes ripping a bit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" you howled in pain, transforming was painful sometimes, especially if you were stressed. Caine got a bit worried thinking you were abstracting. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door again.

"Are you sure you're quite alright my dear?" he asked trying to push against you.

"Yes! Quite sure," you snapped back trying to get him to leave, sadly it didn't work.

"GRRRRRRrrrrrrggggrrrrrggrgr," you started to growl getting a bit agitated, you were now fully wolf.

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this," he declared, you saw him start to use magic on the door, so you ran and hid under a cover on your bed.

"But you've given me no choice," he said before the door exploded. He floats in and the door remakes itself behind him. Caine looked around expecting to see a trashed room, with you abstracted in the middle of it, but that's not what he found, what he found instead was a normal room with you huddling under a cover on the bed.

"Oh look, you've seen I'm okay and now you can leave," you said almost losing it.

"Are you suuurre you're alright (y/n), I've heard of humans frequently lying about their feelings-" you cut him off,

"yeah, I'm...I'm fine," you said shifting slightly as you did, your tail slipped out the back of the cover. Caine noticed this and floated over to it, to inspect. He lightly touched it, you could still feel it. You yelped and snatched it back in. Caines eyes bulged as he saw the big paw quickly come and go.

"You can go now," you said desperately. He flouted round to the front,

"(y/n), what's going on here?" he asked still a bit worried, but thankful you didn't abstract. You gripped the cover.

"Nothing's going on," Caine grabbed the cover,

"Let me see," he said, worry mixed with curiosity.

"Please don't," you mumbled before he pulled up the cover. All you had on was ripped shorts, everything else was fur. You covered your eyes, ears lowering.

"Don't look at me," you curled up, as your tail wrapped around your legs.

Caine's bottom jaw dropped (like in the pilot at the start). You peaked because the silence was killing you, you saw his surprised expression. Caine gasped as he got a glance at your eye, they were a beautiful gold colour.

You then scooted to the top of the bed trying to get away and hide more.

"W-what is this?" he questioned, you looked up at him. Now both your golden eyes staring into his heterochromia blue and green eyes.

He gulped he's never been this nervous before, it felt strange to him, it felt like you were staring into his soul.

"It's monstrous is what it is!" you spat with self-hatred, this led to him being able to see your teeth, they were very sharp unlike his.

"It's..." he started

"Horrible, dreadful, horrifying? you suggested

"It's..." he tried to think of what he wanted to say.

"Upsetting, bothersome, alarming?" you listed some more things.

"Gorgeous," he added, sounding less loud than usual. This took you off guard, you felt heat rise to your face, your pupils dilated.

You hugged your knees, tears in your eyes, *sniff*

"Y-you're just saying that," you said meekly.

"I assure you I'm not my.....dear, Oh gosh, are you crying?" he was startled.

"NO No no, NO I'm not!" your voice started to change again, as you rubbed your eyes with your fluffy arm.

"Golly, I'm not the best with human emotions," he said not knowing what to do. He floated over to the bed and patted your head, this felt nice.

"Your fur is so soft" he said in a gentle tone, unlike the usual booming voice he uses. It shocked him when he saw your tail start wagging. You started to make whining noises, and with one fast action, you grasped your paws on your snout. This made you really embarrassed. Caine decided not to mention it for your sake and tried to change the subject.

"Well, I don't think you're, horrible, dreadful, horrifying, upsetting, bothersome, or alarming," he said in quick succession, a bit too quick that you almost didn't hear him. You looked up at him, into his eyes making him nervous again.

"I think, you're quite....pretty," he said looking everywhere but you.

"Really?" you asked hoping he was telling the truth.

"Why yes, you look lovely," he said now looking at you.

He fully floated down to the bed, landing on it. Your tail now in front of him, he looked at it.

"May I," he politely asked being cautious considering what happened last time. You nodded without saying anything. He delicately stroked down your tail, it shined and glimmered.

"Your fur is so pretty," he said looking up at you, shocked seeing you looking down and, ears lowered.

You were glad he couldn't see you blushing through the fluff.

"I thought you were gonna...get rid of me.

He was shocked that you thought that, especially because of this.

Before he could answer, you started crying again, and quickly grabbed him, making him yelp, and shoved him into your chest. You were bigger than him when you were in your human-ish form and now that you were in your wolf form that was a bit bigger you were definitely bigger than him. You crossed your legs and he was sitting there in between them looking up at you. Your tail wrapped around your legs, tightening the space in between them. Caine was in a sea of fur.

"You know how you look?" you said no longer crying and getting a bit more confident.

Caine shook his head eyes wide looking up at your golden orbs. You smiled showing your 42 sharp teeth.

"Adorable"

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That’s it, I hope you liked it ✨

#tadc #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #caine x reader tadc #tadc x reader #x werewolf reader #werewolf #self insert x canon #the amazing digital circus Caine x reader #tadc caine x werewolf reader #reader has no gender

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copperbadge · 5 months

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Hi Sam! I seem to recall you may be a true-crime aficionado. Maybe more than just museum heists? I'm watching Murder on the Orient, and was doing a little digging into the Lindbergh kidnapping. Do you have any opinions about whether Bruno Hauptmann was actually guilty? Seems a bit fishy to me, three years after the fact, that they hang the conviction on a blue-collar immigrant. Also here's my baby kitties!

AW ORANGE BABIES.

[ID: Three images of fluffy orange tabby cats; in the first one is lying on some silky fabric with a ball of yarn, and in the second two cat butts with tails are visible behind some blinds in a window. In the third a cat is lying on its back with front paws stretched over its head, displaying a very fluffy belly.]

I do enjoy a spot of true crime now and again although lately I've moved away from direct true crime media and more into analysis of it, which feels a little less exploitative. Some true crime reporting can genuinely be useful and informative and keep a dialogue open about victimhood, policing, the carceral state, and such, but it's a fine line to walk.

I had thought that we'd pretty much laid to rest the idea that Hauptmann had anything to do with the Lindbergh kidnapping, since the evidence used against him was I think mainly shit made up by reporters after the fact, but when I googled to see I found it's still very much under debate. I don't think there's any denying that Haputmann was brutally railroaded, but that doesn't necessarily mean he didn't do it.

I don't think Hauptmann did it simply because he was such an easy target, but I haven't done a deep enough dive on this case to have formed a strong opinion. The newer a theory of the crime is, the wilder it tends to be, so I'm skeptical of some of these "Lindbergh did it himself" theories, but they do at least point up what a weird fashy eugenicist Lindbergh was, and I think more people should know about that. (One of the more popular but rather unfounded theories is that the child was disabled in some way and Lindbergh killed him rather than admit he or his wife had "faulty" genes.)

I think ultimately who did it doesn't really matter, given everyone involved is assuredly dead by now; I think it's more useful as a jumping-off point to discuss the flaws in the justice system and the unfairness of privilege when it comes to who gets attention and who doesn't. I think it's much like how Hallie Rubenhold treats Jack the Ripper; when asked by "ripperologists" who she thinks Jack was, she says that she doesn't care -- she's interested in the victims and their place in society (both historical and contemporary) and the phenomenon of the deep misogyny that is at the heart of our discourse on Jack the Ripper.

#kungfunurse #true crime #child death #ableism

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agerefandom · 11 months

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Caregiver!Loki and Regressor!Reader

Somewhere between headcanons and a fanfiction, written in 2022

Content warnings: reader regresses to baby age and uses bottles: suggestion of abuse or a bad home situation that reader is escaping: reader does not give consent for Loki to help them at first, but he does anyways: anxiety attack

part of Stark Tower is set aside as subsidized housing under the Martha Charity Foundation, and you’ve been chosen to live there

some people would be excited to live in the same building as the Avengers, but they’re twenty floors away and never pass through, so it’s a novelty that quickly wears off

the apartment is nice, and safe, and yours, but it’s also a bit lonely

you usually regress in the bedroom, curled up with a bottle, a stuffie, and your laptop

one evening you’re tiny and you run out of milk!

you reluctantly waddle to the kitchen to get more, and are very surprised to see a black cat in your living room, which freezes when it sees you

the cat doesn’t come closer, but it lets you approach: it seems almost offended when you offer your hand to sniff, but leans into your hands when you pet its head and ears

you spend the rest of the evening with the cat, happily babbling and learning which parts the cat doesn’t want you to touch (paws and belly are off-limits but everything else seems okay)

eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up the cat is gone...

-(continued under ‘keep reading’)

the cat returns a few days later, showing up without warning in your kitchen

it mostly visits when you’re regressing, but sometimes comes to sit on the couch while you’re watching TV

it’s a very strange cat: aside from its mysterious comings-and-goings, it never purrs, although it seems to enjoy the pets

it also refuses to sit on your lap or eat any of the treats you bought for it, simply sitting or lying beside you and biting your hand if you stop petting it

you simply call your new friend kitty, unsure if the cat belongs to another inhabitant

one day, you catch it jumping and hooking the door handle to let itself out of your apartment, which assuages your secret fear that the cat was a hallucination

it all comes to a head when a person from your past comes knocking on your door when you’re regressing with kitty

you don’t know how they found you, but you curl up and wait for them to leave, but they start yelling through the door and you can’t block them out

suddenly, your cat runs into the hallway and you hear a stranger with an accent firmly telling the person to leave now before things escalate

it seems to work, because the banging and yelling stops, but you’re still lost and confused and where is your cat?

you crawl into the hallway and stop, shocked: there’s a man standing in your apartment, a familiar man, you saw him on the news, isn’t he the one who was fighting the Avengers last year?

he turns and sees you and his eyes widen: a second later, there’s a familiar cat in his place, with bright green eyes and they’re the same eyes-

a moment later, the man is back, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a rueful smile

“that was a bit too late, wasn’t it? I don’t suppose I could convince you not to tell the Avengers?”

and that’s how you learn that Loki has been sneaking out of his prison cell in Stark Tower to wander the city in feline form, and that means that your cat is actually a god and you are too tired to process this

“there are worse enemies than the Avengers,” Loki says, when you ask why he doesn’t just escape properly

when you’ve calmed down a bit, Loki asks if he can keep visiting you, especially when you’re regressed

the reminder that a stranger has been there for something so embarrassing has you panicking again, but Loki assures you that it’s charming, and not unusual in Asgard

finally you give in, and Loki becomes your caregiver

he’s still more comfortable with physical affection in his feline form, but he’ll stretch back to human to refill your bottles and fetch snacks

sometimes he even becomes a panther, curling around you and forming a warm nest of fur for you to sleep in

#I wrote the first chapter of this #and then realized the plot was way too long for me to finish #so i just wrote it out point form and meant to publish it #but that was before my hiatus!#so here it is #agere headcanons #i won't use this format often but this one just happened #marvel agere #caregiver loki #my headcanons #my writing #sfw agere #fandom agere #marvel

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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can you do a tiny neko enmu? Like when he gets so used to you and loves you as much as you love him he sucks on your clit while your sleeping until you shake from an orgasm

IWNWOANSOSNSODND THERES AN ARTIST WHO DRAWS AN ENMU WHOS A LITTLE NEKO BUT IS ALSO JUST A NORMAL SIZE NEKO AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT wRITING FOR IT BUT I DIDNT KNOW IF IT WOULD BE RECIEVED WELL HERE LOOK (this one shows boob uncensored) so I am positively buzzing at this ask :3

Cw: tiny neko enmu, and I mean cat boy enmu who’s the size of a cat, like a lil chibi neko enmu, who also has a taller human like form still with ears and a tail. Tiny neko enmu squishing his face in your boobs, panty stealing and licking, oral over panties, oral, human size neko enmu implied fucks you, also his dick has a bumpy cat tip :3. Afab reader, plus size like always

You’d found him out in the cold one night and had taken him in, fed him, bathed him, and let him into your bed. He seemed very indifferent about it all, sleeping far away on the bed, little paws smoothing down his pinstriped pants before curling up and facing away from you. In the morning you’d awoken to a man your size, with ears just like before and a tail that matched. This was what he looked like, you thought surprised

It took a while, but his silence soon became purrs at your touch, and his kneading of your bed to get comfortable for sleep became kneading the flesh of your tummy or chest and settling in with his face planted right in it. He’d given you his name a little while after finding him, and you’d grown close. You loved him, and you could tell he began to love you. He didn’t talk often, but he did begin to more as you grew closer.

You’d need to go out for something but when you’d mentioned it he’d hummed, jumping from the floor into your arms, squeezing himself into your chest and staring up at you. “Hmm…no, you’re going to bed now.” You sighed and pet his head, you suppose you could get it tomorrow.

You’d gotten into bed and he’d done his usual preparation, pawing at your belly and lying down on it. It was hot tonight, and he’d also shredded your clean pair of pj shorts, so you had no choice but to forgo any bottoms besides your panties. And you moved about the room, bending down to pick up a fallen pillow or stray toy he’d left, he watches intently as the fabric clings to your fat lips. He’s kneading your sheets aggressively, claws popping in and out of the fabric in anticipation of his plan.

When you get into bed you open your arms for him as you do every night, and he takes his preferred place, squished as hard as he can be against your boobs. He gives the skin of your chest lil kitten licks while you scritch his head. He becomes enveloped in your warmth as you both drift off.

But he doesn’t stay asleep for long. He’s awoken soon by his desire and is ready to act on it. He wiggles out of your arms, padding over to your face and giving you gentle kitty kisses. He’s so glad you found him and that you love him so much. He moves down the bed, under the covers and begins pushing against your body, making you turn onto your back. He doesn’t even need to spread your legs as you stretch and they part for him.

He can smell you, so clearly and it makes him dizzy. You smell so good, he needs to taste you. It’s alright, he can show you how much he loves you like this. He gets right up to your heat and presses his face into you, breathing you in and licking and sucking and biting the fabric in his way. You taste even better than you smell, his licks soon becoming rougher, parts your lips through the clothing. You won’t mind if he slices them off, you’ll enjoy his mouth too much to care. So he takes a claw and carefully pulls up the elastic and listens to it slice.

Soon, he’s peeling back soaked fabric, watching a string of slick connect the gusset of your panties to your wet lips. He doesn’t waste any time, pressing his face back where it belongs, and sucking your clit. He can feel you become more aroused as it peeks more and more from its hood as he suckles and rubs it with his rough kitty tongue. He minds his claws as he begins kneading the plush skin of your mound and lips. Your hair tickles his face but he doesn’t care, getting to taste your juices is the only thing on his mind.

You’d often find him playing with and wrestling a pair of your panties and thought it was just playing. But no, he would often fish your used panties out of the hamper to bite and suck, but you’d always find him so early he’d never get to really enjoy himself. This was heaven, getting to dip his head and squirm his tongue between your folds to drink your juices before going back to your clit. You’d began whimpering, your thighs twitched beside him and he doubled his efforts, chasing your high and now his own.

In your sleep your hand gravitated between your legs, gently grasping his hair and holding him there, not that he minded. He sucks harder, wanting to taste you now rather than minutes or even moments from now, and he can tell you’re waking up. Your hips and thighs tremble and twitch as you cum, and he drinks as much as can, drinks it eagerly like a cartoon kitty would drink milk.

Your eyes blink open as they try to clear the sleep from your vision, sitting up a bit and spreading your legs to see what just happened, and the blurry image of your neko sitting between your legs comes into focus, and with your last blink and finally clear vision he towers over you, licking his lips with that blank expression on his face, though it soon changes to one with flushed cheeks and heavy eyes and a pleased smile. He runs his fingers along the drenched mess that covers his chest. You feel your whole body grow warm. He’s purring violently as he cages you in, leaning over you and looking at you with pupils blown wide with lust.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see his tail swaying slowly and it brings your eyes down again, and you’re met with the sight of his cock, twitching, leaking, and tip flushed red and bumpy, almost like a cats. His hand lays on your chest and slowly pushes you back down. His purring is even louder now, and his tongue peeks out and runs over his fang in anticipation.

#cream slayer #toasted sugar cream #for creature? idk #cream afab #enmu #enmu x reader #enmu smut #I need to post all of this recent stuff on ao3 OOPS #cream writes

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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A Palomino Christmas

Jack Daniels x f!reader

|| Palomino universe oneshot, out of chronological order as I haven't finished the series yet. Can be read as a stand-alone. ||

{ Fuck Yeah Holidays | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E

Summary: You spend Christmas at the ranch with Jack. You thought the present you got him was inspired until you see him wearing it - the cowboy way.

Inspired by snowsuit anon and this adorable post (and a super cute nickname for a pony) sent to me by @aynsleywalker.

Warnings: !Ski suit action!, drinking, mention of food, gratuitous descriptions of the male bulge body, dirty talk, safe unprotected sex, feelings so fluffy. These holiday fics are for fun, so not as *rigorously edited* as my regular stories, please forgive any mistakes or plot holes!

Word count: 4.5k

Dedicated to @guiltypleasure-girl who I'm so grateful to have made friends with this year and who, imho, draws the best Jack in all the lands. If you don't already, follow her art page @guiltypleasure-art for the most gorgeous fanart ❤️

It’s always busy in the Stateman’s main kitchen on Christmas morning. The smokey burn of firewood warms the cozy space as the radio blares holiday tunes. Poppy presides over the operations at the head of the table - everything is planned down to the T and everyone has a role.

On any other Christmas day, Jack would be her sous-chef, the one she relies on to keep everyone on schedule and in their place.

But alas, today is not any other Christmas day.

The normally put together cowboy ambles around the place like a headless chicken, leaving a trail of half-completed tasks in his wake. Tequila, in uncharacteristic discretion, follows two steps behind.

He turns off the tap that Jack’s left pouring into the already full kettle, draining the excess water and putting it on the boil.

There’s one slice of bread in the toaster, while another lies forgotten on the table, which Teak slides into the free slot and pushes down the lever.

Jack pulls a jar of pickles from the fridge unseeingly, putting it on the table and walking away in search of a mug under three sets of watching, worried eyes. Teak replaces it with his friend’s favourite strawberry jam without a word.

While the oblivious cowboy’s back is turned, Teak motions his hand and forth across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing nope emphatically at the occupants of the kitchen table.

On his cue, Poppy clears her throat and speaks up, ‘Jack, sweetie, why don’t you go check on the horses after your toast? The stable boys want to leave work early today after doing their morning rounds.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he answers absent-mindedly, staring down into the empty mug in his grasp as if he’s lost his train of thought.

At that very moment, the toaster pops and Jack practically jumps out of his skin, stepping on Jameson’s paw where he’s lying on his rug in front of the fire, prompting an indignant yelp from the border collie and winces from around the table.

‘Sorry boy,’ he apologises and picks up his toast - burning his fingers - and stumbling over his feet to set his plate down. ‘Mornin’,’ he nods to the others without really registering who’s there.

Jack proceeds to butter his toast with such singular focus that he doesn’t notice when Tequila fills his still empty cup with coffee, only to knock it over immediately when a phone buzzes and his hand flies out to grab his. Ginger and Poppy trade concerned looks as he jumps onto his feet with another apology, snatching a tea towel to clean up the mess.

Eggsy, on potato peeling duty on the other side of the table, isn’t so diplomatic. ‘You’re jumpier than Bambi this morning, cowboy.’

Jack grunts noncommittally and chews on his toast, not rising to the bait.

‘Don’t be so nervous mate, we promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.’

Teak snorts from the kitchen counter where he’s making his PBJ. ‘I don’t know about England, but around these parts, lying on Christmas day is frowned upon.’

Eggsy replies high-handedly, ‘Can’t speak for you, Tequila, but I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

Ginger chuckles as Teak sits down at the table with his sandwich. ‘Ha! I’ll believe it when I see it.’

Jack points a forceful finger at the boys, one after the other. ‘I swear to the baby Jesus Christ, if you two don’t behave yourselves, there will be hell to pay.’

Eggsy snickers. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Ol’ cowboy Jack falls heads over heels for a bird -’ he screeches when the coffee-soaked rag hits him in the face, which sends Teak into hysterical laughter. ‘Oi! What the fuck, man!’

Ignoring the ruckus, Jack dusts the crumbs from his hands and shrugs on his jacket, grabbing a thermos and filling it up with fresh coffee. With a hurried later, he strides out of the warmth of the kitchen and into the frigid morning air.

Thermos tucked under his arm, Jack rubs his palms together, warming his fingertips with his breath as snow crunches beneath his well-worn boots. The ranch is blanketed in thick snow, a picture-perfect postcard landscape as it is every Christmas. The morning mist has yet to burn off, but he can tell by the peek of blue through the clouds that it will be a fine day.

If your flight is on time, you should be on your way by now. He’d wanted to pick you up from the airport, but you insisted that there’s no point in him driving all the way there when you already know the way. Depending on the conditions, it shouldn’t be long until you arrive.

His list of chores isn’t long this morning - the stable boys will be on duty until lunchtime - but still, he wants to tick all the boxes before you get here. Striding into the heated stables, he says howdy to the grooms and whistles, smiling as dozens of faces appear at the doors, ears pointed forwards in attention, snickering and whinnying at him.

This never gets old.

‘Mornin’ ladies and gentlemen,’ he calls out, wandering down the stalls, rubbing a velvety nose here and pulling on a furry ear there. ‘Who’s ready to stretch their legs this fine mornin’, huh?’

Starting at the end of the stables, he unlatches Bourbon’s door and ushers him out of the stall, then crosses the aisle to let out Tanqueray, Champ’s elderly but still supremely poised Friesian, who clops leisurely towards the exit. Zig-zagging back and forth, Jack whistles, jostles and chats to the horses, all smartly dressed in warm rugs, as they file out down the corridor and into the courtyard for a bit of morning exercise while the stable boys mucked out their stalls.

‘No loitering, ma’am,’ says Jack sternly when Poppy’s mare, Pie, idles in the middle of the building. He gives her a firm pat on the rump to get her moving and whistles at one of the cheeky Shetland ponies who’s snuck into someone else’s stall. ‘Half-Pint! What did I say about stealing your friends’ treats? Shoo, now!’

The stables empty, the echoes of hooves on the concrete ground fading, with Scotch being one of the last to exit. Looping back to make sure there are no dilly-dalliers, Jack’s surprised to find the palomino, who would normally be leading the charge towards the grazing fields, still lingering at the barn doors.

‘Whatcha doin’, boy?’ he calls out.

Scotch tosses his head and steps to the side -

And you appear.

With the biggest grin, you run towards him and fly into his arms.

Your cheeks are wet, the spray of snow powder melting when it hits your skin. It drifts all around you as Scotch eats up the white ground, the thundering hooves muted by the soft cushion of the untouched, overnight snow. The mountain air is sweet and pure and stingingly cold, you can barely feel your face anymore - but it might just be from how hard you’ve been smiling.

You feel like you’re in the middle of a Christmas movie. The lush, green landscape you remember so well from your trip months ago is now all coated in wintry glory, but you still recognise the contours of the land and the mountains. It’s your first time in the saddle since - the whistle of the winds in your ear is a song you remember all the words to, the burn in your out-of-practice muscles all over a familiar old friend.

And you’re happy.

Slowing Scotch to an easy trot as you approach the end of the trail, your breath mists in front of your face as you look down over the ranch, a scene straight out of a classic snow globe, thin wisps of smoke drifting from the chimneys of the wooden lodges dotted across the property.

Gently manoeuvring the palomino to a halt and giving him a pat on the neck, you turn to smile at Jack as he walks up beside you on Whiskey. ‘I’ve missed this so much.’

‘Me too,’ he answers, warm eyes on you.

You give him a sidelong glance. ‘You’ve been here the whole time, cowboy.’

‘I know. I’ve missed you being here.’ He reaches over and pulls your gloved hand towards him, presses a kiss to the back. You want to shuck off the leather and cup his whiskered jawline in your palm, push the well-worn hat off and twine your fingers into his hair -

Later. There will be time for all that later, preferably in front of a roaring fireplace.

You break the moment with an eyebrow arched in a challenge. ‘Race you to the stables?’

Jack grins. ‘You’re on, darlin’.’

Christmas dinner is in the main lodge, which you didn’t use during your trip in the summer. The intimate space is exuberantly decorated in red and gold, a huge, freshly cut pine tree stands proudly by the antique fireplace, a merry fire burning. The table is beautifully laid, silverware immaculately polished and fine china sit alongside holidays-themed napkins. A magnificent feast lines the length of the mahogany dining table comfortably seating eight.

But any kind of decorum stops there.

As the hours tick by and bottles of wine and sherry are emptied, the meal has descended into what Jack warned you in advance as ‘typical Kingsman chaos’. According to the cowboy, the whole Kingsman team comes to the ranch every summer for their annual company retreat, but only Merlin, Eggsy and Harry fly over for Christmas. And while their contingent is small, havoc is an inevitable conclusion where any number of the Kingsman are involved.

Desserts are still being passed around the table - sticky toffee pudding, pecan pie and Yule log - when Teak and Eggsy start to raise their voices and slap the table about British and American Christmas songs. They’re currently yelling - not singing - carols at each other, with Jameson barking excitedly in the background.

Tequila throws his hands up in frustration at Eggsy’s rendition of Twelve Days of Christmas. ‘Why is there a partridge in a pear tree? What the fuck is a partridge?’

Champ and Merlin are having a more civilised but no less intense debate about pies - specifically mince pies versus pumpkin pie as a holiday dessert.

‘Next year, old chap,’ declares Merlin. ‘I’ll bring mince pies with me and you’ll be eating your words, just you wait.’

Jack whispers in your ear. ‘He says that every year, but never does.’

You chuckle and turn your attention to Harry, who’s now insisting that they should put Love Actually up on the big projector screen after dinner, whereas Ginger and Poppy are lobbying for Elf.

‘Why not The Holiday? It’s literally the perfect American-British movie,' you pitch in, which launches another furious tirade of debate at your end of the table.

Jack mumbles under his breath. ‘Because they’re idiots and pointless, festive arguing is a winter sport around here.’

His arm is warm around your shoulders as you giggle into your mulled wine. ‘Is it like this every year?’

‘Yup,’ he answers, really popping the P. With a mild touch of embarrassment, he holds your amused gaze and asks, ‘Too much?’

Tipping your face upwards, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

‘Just enough,’ you assure him as the corners of his eyes crinkle in the warmest smile.

You didn’t have time to drop off your suitcase at Jack’s cottage, which is a short drive from the ranch, when you arrived in the morning. Instead, with Champ’s blessing, you commandeered one of the guest cabins, all empty in the off-season - which is just as well. By the time midnight rolls around, it’s clear that no one is in any state to make their way back to their respective off-site houses.

Harry and the ladies retired to their borrowed rooms a little while ago, leaving you and Jack to round up the stragglers. You check on Teak, lying face down on the sofa, bundled up in his winter quilts in an aborted attempt to leave. A few steps over, you drape a blanket on Champ and another one on Merlin, who are passed out on armchairs which look comfortable enough to sleep in, socked feet up on matching ottomans. Eggsy is cuddling with Jameson in front of the fire, and Jack feeds the logs to make sure it burns till morning.

It’s bleak outside. Jack shields you from the worst of the winds, tucking you into his side as you trudge across the snow, the early start you’ve had catching up on you. Thankfully, the heating is already on in the cabin when you get there, and he starts a fire as well while you get ready for bed.

When you pad into the bedroom in your pyjamas, teeth brushed and makeup washed off, Jack looks up to see you holding a neatly-wrapped present, a shy smile on your lips.

Standing up from the fireplace, he dusts his hands and reaches for you, palms settling on the small of your back, leaning down to graze his still cold nose against yours. ‘Is that for me, darlin’?’

‘Maybe,’ you reply coyly. ‘Do you want to do presents now or tomorrow morning?’

‘Let’s do it now, I have to feed the horses early tomorrow,’ answers Jack, pecking you on the cheek. ‘Give me five minutes.’

The bed is cold, and you have to steel yourself to burrow into the icy cocoon of the thick covers, missing Jack’s warmth. He doesn’t make you wait long, re-appearing in just boxers, and a big box in hand, switching off all but the bedside lights.

Sliding under the duvet, he yelps when your icy feet tangle into his longer legs, making you laugh. His bare skin heats you up instantly as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his broad chest. You feel him hum when he asks, ‘You want to go first, darlin’?’

Blinking up at him, you answer nervously, ‘No - you first.’

He pushes the box your way and you sit up, pretending to shake the package to gauge what’s inside. Jack chuckles, his strong forearms dark against the beige quilt wrapped around his middle. Only his fingers give away his nerves, picking at loose threads in the fabric as you carefully unravel the wrapping paper.

Lifting the lid of the box, your lips part and you stare wordlessly at what’s inside.

‘Jack,’ you breathe. ‘It’s beautiful.’

Gently, you pull out the cowboy hat in tan suede, the smell of fresh leather comforting as you turn it over in your grasp, marvelling at the craftsmanship in the dips and swells of the construction.

‘Try it on, darlin’,’ he says, his shoulders relaxing in relief at your reaction.

You do, and of course, it fits perfectly. Shuffling onto your knees, you crawl closer to kiss him fully on the lips, tilting your head to the side so that his face fits under the brim of your hat. ‘Thank you, I love it.’

Jack arches an eyebrow. ‘You might want to check the box again, darlin’.’

Sitting back on your haunches, you send him an almost accusatory look. ‘You can’t give me two presents, cowboy.’

He shrugs with an insolent grin. ‘I’m a grown man, I’ll do what I like. ‘

Your eyes alight on the black velvet case at the bottom of the box, and you draw it out with careful fingers as if it will break. With one last glance at Jack, you gingerly lift the lid, feeling the hinges creak.

Jack watches you closely, his own breathing suspended as you stare down into your hands, thoughts whirring in his head. Is it too much, too soon? Is he comin’ on too strong? Would you even like it?

After the longest ten seconds of his life, you look up at him with soft eyes and brows drawn, a crack in your voice. ‘Jack.’

He gives you a lopsided smile and reaches for the box. ‘I went back to the same silversmith who made my belt buckle and asked him to make this.’

The chain is delicate in his big, weathered hands. It takes him a couple of tries, but he eventually manages to pry open the hinge of the clasp and holds out the necklace towards you in a question. ‘May I, darlin’?’

Turning around, the bed dips behind you as Jack shifts closer, cool silver kissing your décolletage as he fastens the clasp behind your neck. Your gaze drops downwards, the tip of your index finger testing the weight of the solid sterling pendant in the shape of a flask, Statesman emblazoned in delicate lettering -

A much smaller but exact copy of his belt buckle.

His words draw you out of your thoughts. ‘You like it?’

‘I love it,’ you correct him, twisting around to tackle him into the mattress, your knees around his waist as you loom over him, knocking off your hat so you can kiss him properly. ‘It’s perfect. Thank you.’

The pendant dangles from your neck, tickling him on the chin as he winds one big hand into your hair, his eyes following as it sways. ‘It looks good on you, darlin’.’

The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest starts to recede as your eyes land on the present you got for him on the bed. The giddiness you felt when you found it is a distant dream, instead, anxiety threatens to take root deep in your head. If you got something from Amazon tonight, is there any chance that they could deliver tomorrow -

‘Darlin’. You’re thinking too loudly,’ says Jack soothingly, chucking you gently under your chin. ‘What’s wrong?’

You shake your head. ‘I got you a really stupid present. Let’s forget about it - I’ll get you something else.’

His brows draw together in concern as he grabs your wrists and pulls you flush against his chest so that there’s nowhere else to look but at him. ‘Don’t say that, there’s no such thing as a stupid present. Whatever you got me, I’m sure I’ll love it.’

You inhale deeply, chewing your bottom lip. ‘You mentioned a few weeks ago that your leather jacket and fleeces are too bulky and it’s hard to move around in all the layers when it's cold.’

He nods encouragingly. ‘That I did.’

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach out and drag the package towards him. ‘Well, I saw this at my local shop, and thought it might help.’

Jack gives you a reassuring smile and leans back into the pillows, grabbing the present excitedly. He pulls you against his side, as if he’s trying to squeeze all the self-doubt out of you, the gift draped across your laps as he starts to unwrap it.

You’re a bundle of jitters when he rips off the wrapping paper with impatient fingers, and the lightweight and puffy blue fabric comes into view.

Jack shakes out the neatly folded one-piece. ‘Is it - a ski suit?’

You nod and point out the black contrasting detailing on the front of the suit. ‘It's light and it's warm. Look at the western design with the single point pockets - I couldn’t not get it for you.’

Jack chuckles, the sound warming you as his arm tightens around your shoulders. ‘Well, I’ll be damned. So simple, yet so clever.’

‘You like it?’ you ask in the smallest voice.

‘I love it,’ he grins, drawing you in for another kiss. ‘Thank you, darlin’.’

Finally assuaged, you sag against him, a yawn creeping up on you as the tension in your body recedes. ‘You want to try it on now?’

Tucking you in, he says, ‘I’ll try it tomorrow, it’s been a long day for you, darlin’.

Putting your hat and his ski suit on the bedside table, Jack turns off the light, his body immediately seeking out yours under the sheets, claiming every inch of you with a leg between your thighs, front plastered to your back, palms under your ratty pyjamas top, splayed across your naked skin.

It’s been too long.

Nose tucked behind your ear, his arms full of you - finally here after months of feeling your phantom weight in his embrace - the night slips away as the snow falls outside.

It’s too warm under the covers when you wake up, even though Jack’s side of the bed is empty. You stretch lazily, the clock reads 8am but the fire is still going strong, he must have stoked it when he got up.

You decide to make some coffee and wait for him to come back before venturing to the communal kitchen for breakfast. While the water boils, you smile as you fiddle with the necklace sitting on your chest, warm and reassuring against your skin.

The smell of caffeine fills the cabin as you sip from your mug, and before long, you hear Jack stomping up the stairs, humming a country tune in his raspy baritone as he approaches the door.

Pouring him a steaming cup, you say, ‘Hey, I made you some coffee -’

You trail off when you turn around.

Your morning brain can’t quite grasp the picture in front of you. Jack’s still wearing his cowboy hat, his nose red from the cold. Vaguely, you realise he’s wearing the present you gifted him - and you congratulate yourself on the fact that it fits him like a damn glove.

The ski suit accentuates his broad shoulders and tapers in at his waist in a flattering cut, the zipper drawn all the way up to the hollow of his throat. He’s replaced the detachable belt that came with the ski suit with his own, the flask bottle buckle popping against the blue.

But the bottom half - that you have trouble comprehending. It takes you a beat longer to realise why.

He’s wearing full-length cowboy chaps over it.

Chaps are essentially leather trousers with the seat cut out, and Jack's wearing them with his belt looped through the straps. You know he only uses them when it’s muddy, to keep his jeans clean. He didn’t wear them at all on your pack trip, but you’ve seen a peek on Facetime in the rainy months in between. And now that you're seeing them in person, you decide that like them - a lot.

Your gaze, slow as molasses despite being completely unburdened by shame, slides all the way down to the triangle of blue framed by the negative space in the brown chaps where - for the lack of a better expression - his prominent endowment hangs heavy at the apex of his strong thighs. Not that you’re trying to look, but you can see the very heft of him through the fabric.

Jesus H. Christ. It’s too fucking early to be sinning.

When Jack realises that you’re staring, he says somewhat apologetically, clearly oblivious to the merry tangent your mind has gone off on. ‘Sorry, I know I’m not meant to wear it this way, but I didn’t want to get it dirty -’

You shake your head hastily. ‘No, it’s not that. It’s - perfect.’

Something breathless in your tone catches his ear, and he tilts his head to the side, one large hand coming to rest on his hip, thick fingers spread obnoxiously wide over the side of the chaps. The beginning of a cocky smile lifts the corner of his mouth. ‘Yeah, darlin’? You like it?’

Leaving your mug on the counter top, you bite your lip and give him your best teasing grin. ‘Why don’t you turn around so I can take a better look, cowboy?’

He arches an eyebrow at your boldness, but decides to indulge you. Voice dropping an octave, he rasps, ‘Better take a seat for this, darlin’.’

You grin and do as you’re told, turning the kitchen chair around so that you’re facing him, running your eyes up and down his frame as he steps into your space, narrow hips swaying to a beat you can’t hear. Hooking his thumbs into his belt, he suddenly turns with a dramatic flourish and arches his back, granting you an unrivalled view of his behind framed by the chaps cut off at the top of his thighs, the ski suit tight against his pert bottom.

‘Enjoy the view, darlin’?’ he asks, grinning over his shoulder at you.

You swat him on one cheek playfully, and when he swoops suddenly into your lap in a classic burlesque move, you squeal, ‘Jack!’

Bending his knees, he grinds into your thighs as you laugh, the ski suit soft on your skin while the leather chaps scrape against your bare shins. Turning around, he reaches up to tug the suit’s zipper downwards in a slow, deliberate course, and he purrs, ‘What say you if ol’ cowboy Jack gives you a proper show, hmm?’

You inhale sharply as the white wife beater underneath comes into view, and you reach up to help him push one side of the ski suit off his shoulder, revealing the firm line of his left arm.

‘Thought that was more of Teak’s thing,’ you quip, licking your lips as your eyes skim down his front to settle on the weighty bulge now straining against the front of the suit, your eager fingers pulling him closer by his belt buckle.

Gripping the edge of the table, he traps you into your seat, his stare dropping to the matching pendant resting on your now heaving bosom, taking in your blown pupils as he grins. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

‘Aren’t I the luckiest girl,’ you muse, taking off his hat and flinging it onto the table, his hungry stare alone pinning you in place when you drag him down to you by his lapels.

Warm lips part yours and he delves into your mouth, kissing you deeply. The promise of more leaves you chasing him as he draws back with a drawl. ‘You’re about to get a whole lot luckier, darlin’.’

The thick material of the ski suit is almost pillowy as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. It rubs gently on your nipples as you rock against Jack, arms wound around his neck while his desperate hands cup and knead the plump swell of your ass, dragging you up and down his hard cock.

‘That’s it, you’re ridin' me beautifully, darlin’,’ he growls into your ear, exhaling hot and heavy as he nips your collar bone. ‘Missed you so much.’

His chaps are slippery under your bare thighs from your slick, and you clench at the sensation of being completely naked on top of him when he’s still fully clothed, only his belt and zipper undone so that he can fuck up into you, the rickety kitchen chair groaning under the weight of the two of you.

‘Missed you too,’ you whisper against his lips, crying out when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you. ‘Yes, yes, harder, Jack.’

Leaning forward, he takes one breast into his hot mouth, one eye on your necklace that’s sticking to your sweaty skin before licking you between your tits and over the silver pendant, the salt sharp on his tongue. He hums, ‘You wear it so well.’

‘I won’t take it off, ever,’ you swear, throwing your head back when he scrapes his teeth against the column of your neck, so full of him that your knees quake.

‘Good,’ growls Jack, thrusting harder into you, making your breath stutter. ‘Keep me with you, darlin’ - always.’

You smile, fingers curled into his hair, stealing a tender moment as your noses bump and eyes meet with the easiest promise you will ever keep. ‘Always.’

Notes: Am I allowed to pick favourites? I'm not? I'm doing it anyway -- this is my favourite out of all the holiday fics, no question! I'm so soft for cowboy Jack and his darlin' 🥹 We've been spending time with just the two of them so far in the series, so it was really fun to explore the group situations, especially with the Kingsman involved!

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy interlude. Wishing you all a very merry Christmas and thank you so much for reading ❤️

#jack daniels x you #jack daniels fanfic #jack daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels #jack daniels x fem!reader #jack daniels x f!reader #kingsman golden circle #fuckyeahholidays #‘tis palomino season

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yiplee · 9 months

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I’m sorry I have no idea what to name this

Creek ticklefic (SFW!)

(Lee!Craig) (Ler!Tweek)

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Craig and Tweek are hanging out at Craig’s, and Tweek makes a special little discovery while they’re chilling with stripe on the bed.

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“Is this- ACK- okay? Am I gonna crush him?! OH GOD AM I GONNA CRUSH HIM?!” Tweek asked, watching stripe with wide eyes as the furry creature crawled around on Craig’s bed.

“You’re not gonna crush him, Tweek.” Craig reassured Tweek in his monotone voice, watching Stripe scuttle and sniff around.

The two boys were laying on their backs beside each other, with Stripe in between them on Craig’s bed. Stripe was sniffing around rather curiously, and stuck his little nose in between Craig’s neck and shoulder, making him scrunch up and move away.

“You okay?” Tweek asked, unknowing of why Craig had flinched away there. He hadn’t put the pieces together.

“Uh, yeah.” Craig nodded. He didn’t want Tweek knowing the real reason, after all. Craig gently moved Stripe back to his original spot.

The little guinea pig only tried again, this time trying to climb up Craig’s side with his little paws.

Craig took in a sharp inhale, trying not to cringe and squirm away. He gently lifted up Stripe, setting him back down on the bed.

“Heh, I think he wants to climb up you. Like a little mountain.” Tweek observed, watching the strangely determined guinea pig as it started towards Craig again.

“Yeah, well, uh..he can’t. Because uh..he could..” Craig trailed off, sliding up on the bed to try and avoid Stripe. This only made his jacket ride up over his shirt, and the ambitious guinea pig leapt right in.

Craig struggled not to squeak as the little lump under his jacket began scurrying around, and holy shit did that tickle like all hell.

“Gah! Fuck! Stripe!” Craig hissed quietly, trying to grab Stripe, who was scuttling about quickly.

“GAH! Is he hurting you?! Are you okay?!” Tweek sat up, looking very worried.

“Um, he’s just-!” Craig could probably play off his discomfort as being scratched and hurt, but that might worry Tweek. He also didn’t want Tweek to know the truth, so he was a bit stuck.

Just when Craig thought things couldn’t get any worse, he heard Tweek utter some very worrying words.

“Here, I’ll get him out.”

Craig had no time to turn Tweek down on his offer before the blonde’s hand slipped under Craig’s jacket and began searching around for the guinea pig.

Now with what felt like a million little fingernails tickling all over him, Craig suddenly burst into frantic laughter with a prompt snort, squirming like hell and thrashing around.

This caught Tweek off guard, confusing him for a moment. “Wait…Craig, you’re ticklish? This whole time, you’ve just been ticklish?” Tweek asked, astonished, as a smirk grew on his face.

“N-NOHOHO! I’M NAHAHAT- *snort* GAHAHA STAHAHAP!” He shrieked, as Tweek began intentionally tickling up and down Craig’s ribs, while Stripe skittered across his belly.

“Oh, but, then however will I get Stripe out?” Tweek teased, digging his fingers into Craig’s armpit, making his laughter jump up an octave.

“AAAHAHAHAHA *snort* FUHUHUCK! TWEEHEHEHEEK GEHEHET HIM OUT AHAHAHALREADY!!” Craig pleaded, his voice a shrill squeal as he squirmed wildly.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish. I really didn’t expect you to be this ticklish, Craig.” Tweek ignored Craig’s request, continuing to tease him as his fingers went on.

“I- AHAHAHA-! I SWEHEHEAR IM *snort* BETTER AHAHAT HIDING IHIHIT!!” Craig squealed, and he wasn’t lying. He can usually keep his composure for minutes on end, but Stripe’s scuttling along with Tweek’s fingers under his jacket was just unfair.

“AAHAHA!! TWEEHEHEHEEK PLEHEHEASE!!” Craig begged, his face turning red as tears pricked the edge of his eyes, which were shut so tight they crinkled.

“Haha, alright. I’ve gotta catch stripe first.” Tweek mumbled, a bit of uncertainty growing in him as he searched for the furry terror.

He grabbed Stripe as gently as possible, and pulled him out from under Craig’s jacket, leaving the exhausted boy panting for breath.

“Heh, uh, you alright, Craig?” Tweek asked, looking at the other who had just been absolutely wrecked.

“Put..Stripe..in his home..he’s..fucking..grounded.” Craig sighed, pausing in between words for gasps of air.

Tweek chuckled, picking up Stripe and setting him down in his little home, and returning to the bed to lie next to Craig, watching him recover.

“Sorry about that.” Tweek said, placing his hand in Craig’s. Craig just sighed and turned to Tweek with a faint smile.

“It’s..it’s alright. After all, you saved me.” He said with a small chuckle. Tweek smiled back as they both looked up at the ceiling, where Craig’s glow-in-the-dark star stickers twinkled in the dim afternoon sunlight.

#south park #tword #tickle content #south park tickles #tickle fic #south park ticklefic #lee!craig #ler!tweek

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years

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Cats and their people

Your cat was annoying. He was big, mean, and always trying to look up your skirt! Sometimes you were afraid to find out what kind of person a huge white animal symbolizes

Au, where there is a cat next to a person from the age of fifteen, which symbolizes soulmate.

Dedicated to the gojo-cat images I've ever seen.

A few cats before you start!

Cats. Do you like cats? In fact, the answer is unimportant, because no one asks you… just like the rest of humanity, to be honest.

The thing was that everyone had a soulmate. It took a lot of effort to find your soulmate. And until that moment, a person is forced to drag a cat next to him.

So how does it work? When a person turns fifteen, a cat appears around him, which symbolizes his soulmate. In fact, the animal is not real, it does not need to eat, sleep or drink. The cat does this only because it copies the habits of the person it symbolizes.

A cat cannot go far away from the person he or she "cares about", just as a person cannot leave a cat. This can only be done when soulmate is found, because in this case lazy lumps of wool can be turned into tattoos.

The morning you turned fifteen, you almost suffocated. When you opened your eyes, you realized that someone heavy was lying on your face. Pushing the creature away, you realized that it was a huge white cat with sky-colored eyes, which was so fluffy that its strong paws were barely visible.

When I say that the cat was huge, I mean the whole meaning of the word huge. If you take the cat by the front paws and stretch it out in length, it will be almost as tall as you. Yes, you've never been a particularly tall person, but this big hulk scared you.

When you started to descend, the cat, as befits his kind, tried to jump on your shoulders, which is why you almost fell down the stairs. Years later, you got used to his weight, which was clearly less than a real cat would have, but the first time you almost broke your back.

So you started living with a big white cat nearby. And your life was absolutely unbearable!

When you were still in school, a harmful animal loved to lie down on your desk, interfering with homework. At such moments, it was impossible to move the cat to the side even by a centimeter, you even used a vacuum cleaner to drive away the fluffy lump, but the animal turned out to be fearless, and in the end you had to lie on the bed until the cat decided to sit on your face.

The animal that you called "Meiwaku", which means "annoying", could not sit still during your lessons, loitering around the classroom and interfering with others to learn. The cat often even jumped on the teacher's desk and meowed loudly and plaintively, and you eventually had to hide the soulmate symbol in a box for the same harmful animals as him. Unfortunately, you couldn't do it for a long time, because Meiwaku looked at you with the most plaintive blue eyes after each lesson, and you had to take him back to your desk.

Meiwaku not only prevented you from studying, but also stole your food! Every time you took out a cookie and didn't put it in your mouth right away, the big cat appeared out of nowhere and ate the sweetness before quickly hiding under the bed. You shouted at the animal and tried to get it out from under a piece of furniture, but eventually gave up and sat sadly in the corner.

(At such moments, Meiwaku would come to you and gently rub against your hands until you started stroking him. His white fur was really soft, and you enjoyed every night when the cat slept with you in an embrace. (True, you almost always suffocated, because the animal just loved to wake up with a belly on your face)).

Meiwaku loved rummaging through your stuff. Did you put the dried things on the bed to put them in the closet later? It's better for you not to turn away, because after a moment the cat will be sitting on the stack and innocently meowing, looking at you with the eyes of a real person. Also, you should not forget to close the cabinet doors, because the animal will be happy to sit in boxes with shoes, on your shelves and even hang on hangers. (You'll never understand how such a whopper could fit into your modest wardrobe).

And the cat wasn't just lying on your things! He also stole them! One day you put all the garbage you want to throw away in a box, including cheap sunglasses from your childhood. Meiwaku didn't waste any time and immediately started rummaging through the junk, until eventually there was an object on his nose to protect him from the sun. You ran after the screaming cat for a good five minutes until you finally gave up, allowing the animal to walk around the house with a satisfied look and sunglasses on his nose.

(Sometimes he took them off, as if he had lost them, but after a while he reappeared with an object that was holding on to his muzzle for no one knows how).

On top of everything else, Meiwaku was a hidden pervert! (Yes, he's a cat, but he still behaves like his human incarnation. Sometimes, however, it still seemed to you that it was your soulmate looking at you through heavenly eyes). Every time you hurried to school in one skirt and socks, the big white cat lay down in the aisle, hugged your leg with two paws and looked with the most innocent look under the skirt, as if your underwear could really interest him.

Of course, Meiwaku was useful not only in the fact that his wool does not fall on every surface in the house, so your clothes are always clean. The cat seemed to sense your mood very well. If something upset you, he stole the phone from your hands, carefully holding it in his fanged mouth, and forced you to run around the house until you can only think about how the animal infuriates. If you were crying in bed, Meiwaku would always lie on top of you and purr so loudly that you couldn't concentrate on your own terrible thoughts. Sometimes the cat licked your face, removing the tears that had managed to roll down your cheeks.

And Meiwaku was also a great scarf! One day you forgot to take something warm with you on a school trip and used the cat as a live collar! The cat surprised meowed a couple of times then, but in the end just closed his eyes, turning into one solid fur. Your friend almost fainted when your "collar" meowed softly and opened his eyes that appeared out of nowhere.

In short, your life with a white cat was filled with madness, stealing your cakes and other sweets, trying to push Meiwaku out of the bathroom when you were washing, and warm hugs with the big ball of wool on winter evenings.

In general... not everything is so bad. Especially when the cat does not fall apart on the floor, becoming like a carpet, and you do not step on it while talking on the phone, which causes a wild squeal of pain.

However, sometimes you looked at the cat and couldn't figure out who your soulmate was, what he looked like. He should have white hair, beautiful eyes, tall stature and be simply unbearable. But are there such people? You weren't sure.

But you kept burying your face in the white fur and sniffing the ever-fading smell of cakes while the cat innocently opened its mouth and meowed. Sometimes they stroked his furry belly with hooting when Meiwaku was lying in the sun and resting with his paws tucked up to him.

What a pity that all these cats are never visible in the photo....

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When Satoru turned fifteen, he did not even immediately realize that now a cat would constantly walk with him. Back then, he was still living in the clan's manor, and therefore woke up in his luxurious room all alone. The maids were waiting outside the door to help the young master get dressed, but Gojo only sent them away.

Satoru wandered around the room, yawning, idly going through his kimono and yukata. His favorite things were already packed in a suitcase, so the sorcerer had to wear traditional clothes.

As a result, he decided not to change clothes at all, staying in his pajamas, and go to breakfast, since his parents would not join the "fun" anyway, and the teenager didn't care about the elders. Satoru was already planning to calmly leave his big room, but realized that the air resists today more. Gojo made a lot of effort and even started looking for a curse when he heard a yawn behind him.

The sorcerer abruptly turned around and sent a paper knife grabbed from the nearest bedside table to his bed. When no one dangerous was found, Satoru began to walk slowly forward until he found a small cat with a coat of color (h/c) in the sheets.

Gojo blinked in surprise a couple of times, putting the "weapon" away. Usually cats, symbolizing soulmate, follow a person, but this animal clearly refused to follow the rules. Satoru smiled and beamed, because his soulmate seems to be very strong, since they can resist his will! The sorcerer grabbed the little cat and put it on his shoulders, the animal did not even wake up. With a big smile, the white-haired teenager hurried to breakfast.

At that time, Gojo did not yet know that the inability to get far away from his cat was not due to the strength of the animal, but to banal laziness. A small creature, not too fluffy, but quite soft to the touch, was constantly sleeping in any accessible place. And the laziness of the cat was so strong that Satoru lost in the battles for dominance.

At first, the sorcerer had to carry the cat on his shoulders, but the lazy ball of wool constantly fell back in his sleep, hitting the floor. And everything would be fine, because the animals could not die and almost did not feel pain, only the non-fluffy creature continued to sleep where it fell, preventing Satoru from continuing to walk!

As a result, Gojo bought a special bag and asked to make a hood in his form so that the cat could sleep there. The animal, by the way, was called "Taida", which means "lazy".

But, of course, Taida was not the ordinary cat. She not only slept and ate constantly. There were days when she was surprisingly active, constantly jumping on Gojo and rushing to gnaw curses with a loud hungry cry. She often crawled under the sorcerer's palms, asking for affection. If someone couldn't find Taida in a hood or a purchased bag, then the cat will definitely be on Satoru's lap!

In general, Taida was affectionate and sweet, lazy and sometimes crazy. This little creature loved to run out in the rain and play in puddles, and Gojo could not forbid the animal to enjoy life, often going out himself to jump in dirty water. The cat also always washed with Satoru and liked to sit on his head, sometimes deliberately lowering her tail so that the sorcerer could not see anything.

Although not everything was always so joyful. Taida hissed at Gojo when he tried to put a beautiful collar, clothes made for cats and other small accessories on the little creature. The cat agreed only to a handkerchief, which Satoru fastened around the neck of a small fluffy lump.

On days when the pressure of the whole world was finishing Satoru, and he did not leave his room, looking at one point, Taida sat on his chest or knees, stretching a thin and elegant paw up. Her soft pads flashed in the lamplight for just a second before Gojo received a light cat slap.

And while the sorcerer touched his cheek in shock, Taida jumped down to the floor and pulled him by the pant leg, like a dog wanting to take a walk. As a result, the animal sat on Satoru's head, meowing loudly, as if performing music for a march, while Gojo strolled in a nearby park, feeling the soft paws move back and forth, massaging the skin of his head.

At the end of the walk, Taida would jump into his arms and meow softly before closing her eyes and going to bed. Satoru smiled looking at the little creature, kissed the animal between the ears and carried it back to school.

In general, his life was calm and quiet, except that it was always necessary to check whether Taida had fallen out of the hood or bag. The only problem was that the cat was similar in appearance and character to many people, so it was very difficult to find who the animal symbolized.

But Satoru was sure that he would easily recognize his soulmate by the white cat next to that one.

In the meantime... he will wait and try to put another bow for paws on Taida.

*+*

You were looking directly at your boss, on whose shoulders lay a beautiful and elegant cat with short hair, which lazily licked its paws. You held Meiwaku tightly in your arms, which made plaintive noises and kicked you with his hind legs, wanting to walk around the office.

–Did you call? – you asked, bending down a little to better intercept the cat.

–Yes, (Y/S)-san, – the man said, not reacting in any way to your actions in relation to the white animal. In fact, having already found his soulmate, he is used to the fact that your cat is practically uncontrollable. – You have been working very well lately, and I would like to give you an important task. A certain ancient family asked us for help in preparing for the wedding. I don't know the reason, but they wanted you to work on this project. They paid a lot of money even before the discussion began, and I hope that you will cope with this task.

–Of course! – you involuntarily straightened up, and the cat fell to the floor with a thud. Meiwaku did not become a shapeless heap for a long time and rushed to study flowers and just green plants in your boss's room. You sighed, casting an angry look at the cat, and went to the man's desk to take the documents.

While you were discussing a large order with your boss, Meiwaku meowed softly, looking at the open shelves on which there were small figurines and compositions of artificial flowers. Noticing something interesting, the cat sat down slightly, meowing softly again, ready to jump.

–Meiwaku, stop!

The next second, you dropped the documents and flew to the floor to pin the naughty cat to the floor. The animal whined plaintively, but you grabbed it tightly and dragged it across the floor, glad that Meiwaku didn't think to use his claws to stop you.

–Sorry, my soulmate is just an idiot, – you said, picking up the cat in your arms again. – Can I pick up the papers and examine them in my office? Meiwaku has already studied everything there, no problems should arise.

–Of course, (Y/S)-san. Despite the fact that I have already agreed to the deal, I am waiting for your response.

–I'll write to you by mail, �� you muttered, grabbing the folder with one hand, the other barely holding the cat, which meowed endlessly, looking at the stuffed mouse on the shelf.

You finally looked enviously at the small and calm cat on the shoulders of your boss. The little creature had a large and beautiful bow on its neck, obviously bought by the man's wife, because he was allergic to animals. Fortunately, soulmate incarnations were never "ordinary animals", and therefore did not cause anyone problems.

You bowed and hurried to push Meiwaku out into the corridor, where he began to walk masterfully to your small office. Other cats, meeting him on the way, fearfully moved away to the wall, and the huge white animal arrogantly raised its muzzle up.

–You're even more unbearable as a human being, aren't you? – you asked the cat, who looked at you with innocent blue eyes and immediately began to rub gently against your legs. – Tc, you are such a sycophant, Meiwaku.

You sat down at your small table. The cat immediately took his place in a large box, where your baby blanket and a small bunny toy, with which you often played, were located. The hare ended up between Meiwaku's paws, he rubbed his fluffy cheek against the coarse fabric before calmly lying down and starting to doze.

You've looked at the case. It looked like a wedding for people with taste. It was necessary to choose the right meaning of flowers, make beautiful combinations and create a bouquet for the bride. When you saw the amount that people would pay, you immediately wrote that you agreed to take up this case.

Taking out encyclopedias with the meaning of flowers to take them with you to Tokyo, you involuntarily ran your eyes over the family name. «Gojo». Having blinked in surprise, you decided to find information about them on the Internet.

Unfortunately, it only said something about the fact that this family originates from some era there, that it is quite hidden and honors traditions and other uninteresting and useless information. As a result, you decided to give up and find out about everything on the spot, continuing to put books on the table.

By providing a rough draft of the list of flowers that can be used at a wedding to celebrate two families, you realized that it was already evening. Grabbing things, you hurried home, looking before that to your boss to confirm once again that you agree to work

All this time, for some reason, Meiwaku was meowing anxiously, walking ahead of you and preventing you from accelerating. His long body got tangled in your legs, and as a result, you yelled at the cat, grabbed him in your arms and dragged him to the elevator.

And Meiwaku kept on and on meowing plaintively in your tight embrace…

*+*

Satoru sighed as he strolled along the neat paths leading to the next building on his clan's territory. Taida was especially restless today, constantly peeking out of his hood, putting her paws on his head and stretching out to get a better look at what was happening. As a result, the cat even jumped off and started walking next to the sorcerer, which had never happened before.

Gojo looked at the animal with concern. He sat down, stretching out his big hand, stroking almost half of the cat at once at a time. Taida purred contentedly, but suddenly her (e/c) eyes were filled with human horror, and she ran away from the touch, standing in front of Satoru and starting to hiss wildly and aggressively at the one coming towards her.

–Well done, Taida-chan, my good girl! – Gojo giggled, realizing that the animal was so displeased with the approach of one of the elders of his clan.

–Satoru-sama, you should treat your elders more seriously and respectfully, – the old sorcerer said, but the white-haired man had already started cooing with his cat, which continued to hiss angrily at a distant relative of Satoru, strongly fluffing his tail.

The older man sighed and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shifted his gaze to the head of the clan, who was playing with the cat. Clearing his throat, the elder said:

–Satoru-sama, you missed the monthly meeting again, so we decided ourselves that it was time for you to find your soulmate.

–Since when do you decide when I need to find my soulmate? – Gojo asked irritably, raising his cold blue gaze to the elder sorcerer. The old man was already used to it and was not particularly impressed.

–Ever since you don't go to meetings, – the old sorcerer cleared his throat. – Anyway. We found a girl that could be yours…

–It's not interesting, – Satoru immediately said, getting up and hugging the cat to his chest. – Actually, I came to pick up a blanket for Taida-chan. I'm not interested in your stupid decisions.

Gojo walked past the elder of his clan, who allowed himself a smirk at the head of the family. Satoru ignored this, kissing Taida on the muzzle and telling the cat to calm down, because there is no danger nearby.

Heavenly, like Satoru's, eyes looked into the sky. She should be arriving soon.

*+*

You exhaled with relief, yawning, when you finally left the airport. The flight was short, but you slept so well! Yes, all this time some child next to you was crying, but it never prevented you from getting enough sleep. Moreover, you hugged the soft and warm cat, so the flight was more than perfect!

Meiwaku continued to jump anxiously next to you, trying to grab your pant leg and drag you away, back to the airport. Given the weight and strength of this cat, he could have done quite well, so you hurried to pick up the animal and drag it away from the entrance.

Meiwaku is so huge that you always had to call a taxi because he was in everyone's way on the bus. Today was no exception, but you were able to quickly get to the estate of the Gojo clan. The territory belonging to this family seemed huge even from your place in front of the fence, and you now clearly understood why the payment for decorating the wedding with flowers was so great.

You were about to go forward to knock or call, when Meiwaku started to meow furiously and jump in front of your feet, making it difficult to walk. As always, you picked up the annoying cat in your arms and carried it forward. The animal began to meow louder and stronger, now somehow plaintively, while you were looking for any hint of a modern bell.

–Is it really her?

While you were looking at the high fence, Meiwaku was staring with all his eyes at the person sneaking up from behind. The white tail was furiously hitting your legs, paws were kicking the skin, meowing made it difficult to concentrate.

–Yes.

As a result, you turned your head to the cat, opening your mouth to ask what happened, but you couldn't. Everything around you suddenly began to float, and you closed your eyes, falling into someone's hands. The next second you lost consciousness.

*+*

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in quite a nice room... unless you were tied to a chair. Turning your head, you saw Meiwaku, who was trying to chew through the bars, shouting with displeasure. And how did you not wake up earlier from his wild screeching? After blinking a couple of times, you groaned. Why didn't I immediately realize that the Gojo clan is some kind of mafia family?.. But why would they need me in that case?

You frowned, I then heard footsteps. We decided to pretend to be asleep, but at that moment some grandfathers entered the room, and you felt even more uncomfortable. Meiwaku yelled louder.

–Tc, as unbearable as his human incarnation, – the head of a small group said irritably, looking at the cat, which hissed in response to his words. Then the old man turned his head towards you. – (Y/N) (Y/S)-san? – you didn't know whether to nod or not, so you pretended to be deaf. – You don't have to answer, we know it's you. You see, you are the soulmate of the head of our clan, so we invited you here.

And while you were rushing between "so no one really needs my skills?!", "in what place does this mean "invited"?!" and "if I'm his soulmate, then why DID YOU TIE ME UP?!", the old man began to explain further:

–The fact is that you belong to a slightly different world, so we couldn't find you so easily. In fact, in a sense, we are disappointed that you are not a sorcerer, but perhaps, since fate has decreed so, we have no right to argue with her.

The old man walked towards you, stopping and looking straight into your eyes. You felt uncomfortable.

–Despite the fact that you belong to another world, we cannot let you go so easily. Satoru-sama has been getting married for a long time, and this moment seems to be coming very soon.

–S-so there will still be a wedding? – you asked, looking at the old man in horror.

–Of course,– he nodded. – And it will be yours.

All this incredible dialogue was accompanied by the screams of Meiwaku, which now began to beat the ceiling with his hind legs. You turned your head to the cat, who meowed approvingly at you, and then continued to yell.

–But there are, of course, a few "buts", – you immediately tensed up. – The fact is that the head of our clan is an immature idiot. His decisions contradict the usual traditions that have kept our family together for many years. You are his soulmate, you will have a huge influence on him. I would like to offer you a small deal, (Y/S)-san, thanks to which you will be able to continue your life without conflicts between large clans of sorcerers that will threaten your life. Of course, after your agreement, we will release you. By the way, we apologize for such treatment. We just weren't sure that you wouldn't try to attack us and escape.

You froze, looking at the old man and not knowing what to do. Looks like I'll have to agree. Swallowing, you began to slowly lower your head down for a nod…

*+*

–Taida-chan, stop it! Where are you running to?! Didn't you like your new bag? I can buy another one! Or I will continue to wear you only in a hood! Taida-chan, stop right there!

Satoru was almost sobbing when his dear cat abruptly broke out of his grip and ran somewhere. Yes, Gojo could just stop and the animal started running as if on a treadmill, but could he do that to his cute pet? (Besides, it was still necessary to catch Taida somehow).

The sorcerer turned once again and started down the stairs towards the training halls before running on, following Taida, who was hurrying towards the warehouses and living quarters for the servants. Satoru tried to predict the moment when it is worth flying forward and trying to pin the animal to the floor, but still could not decide on it.

Meanwhile, Taida wrapped up once again and punched the paper at the door with her head, flying into the room. The technique immediately dissipated, and Gojo heard a creepy cat scream.

Satoru opened the door to see some girl surrounded by elders, and his cute Taida starts to beat the lock in the cage where a huge white cat is sitting, paws!

Gojo took a second to realize the situation.

The angry sorcerer walked forward and stood over the elders, who were smiling innocently. "You said yourself that you are not interested." Satoru just sent them all away, slamming the door with such force that it almost broke.

You were trembling in your seat, looking at the tall man, wishing now that the old people would come back. The man, breathing heavily after running, turned to you and walked slowly, squatting to look up from the bottom. You looked at his blindfold and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the white-haired man pulled off the cloth and put on sunglasses, and you turned your head to Meiwaku, who now looked like cheese that was slowly melting on a plate.

–A-a-a…

–So you are my soulmate who is constantly sleeping, even if the music is practically screaming in your ears in the background?

–So you're my soulmate who steals sweets and constantly tries to look up girls' skirts?

The man opened his mouth, turned his head to the white cat, who continued to snort discontentedly while Taida, who had found a new place to sleep, was sitting on him.

The white-haired man looked at you for a few seconds, and then the ropes fell off, and you exhaled with relief.

–I am Satoru Gojo, – he said, and you hurriedly turned your head when you heard the lock fall to the floor.

–I…

You didn't have time to finish, as Meiwaku knocked you down, almost forcing you to meet your head with the floor. Fortunately, Satoru caught you and picked you up. His own cat, awakened, easily climbed up the man's side and lay down in his hood.

–I…

–How about we chat somewhere else? I need to kill my relatives first, so this place won't be the best for our communication, – Satoru said with a small smile.

–K-kill?!

–Metaphorically speaking, – Gojo said with a sigh, clearly disappointed, carrying you away from the estate.

You pressed against his chest, feeling how a seemingly calm person's heart is beating fast. Smiling, you closed your eyes, lulled by his sweet smell.

By the time Satoru carried you to the gates of the estate, you were already quietly dozing in his arms, just wanting to be in the safety of his embrace longer.

Bonus (?)

You exhaled with relief, because now the big cat will not be constantly on your lap, which is why you often could not get up after sitting for a long time. The seal in the form of Meiwaku appeared on your shoulder. If you are not around your soulmate for a long time, the cat will come back and continue to annoy you.

You sat down on the sofa, enjoying freedom, when suddenly a huge body fell on you, pressing even harder against the soft surface.

–N-now I understand why Meiwaku was exactly like that!

–Hey, I'm not so "annoying"! – Satoru said with pouting lips, pressing his head against your chest.

–Yes, yes, and I'm not so "lazy". Let's face it, Satoru, cats never make mistakes.

You sighed, slapping your hand on his back to hug him, not knowing that in just two months you will be sitting on the same sofa, only now Gojo will hug you from behind, because there will be a huge white cat on his knees, innocently meowing, and a small lazy creature of the same will sleep on your head colors like your hair.

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — REACTING TO YOU GETTING HURT WHILE COOKING.

#. synopsis! — kitchenware can be dangerous .

#. characters! — jumin , saeran (ray) , yoosung .

#. warnings! — nongraphic depictions of small injuries .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!

It's not that big of a deal, but the way Jumin quickly jumps to action could have fooled you into thinking you were in mortal danger if you didn't know better. The second he heard you hiss under your breath, knife falling onto the cutting board with a little clanking sound, he was at your side.

"Are you alright?" He questions, a worried edge permeating every syllable.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assure him quickly, "—it's just a cut. I was being careless."

"It's bleeding," he notes, pulling you away from the counter and over to the sink.

He turns the faucet, pauses as he waits for the water to turn lukewarm, and examines your slit finger in the process. It's just as you'd said: a small cut resulting from a moment's carelessness. But, this is one of the ways Jumin shows love. Little things can turn into monumental things when they impact you, and he wants nothing more than to be your knight in shining armor. Even if you don't need one, he likes to think that maybe one day, he'll have the opportunity to save you the way you saved him. So, when it comes to tiny things like this, you don't complain when Jumin takes a strong initiative.

He tests the water himself first, making sure it's not hot enough to scald you before gently pulling your hand forward. The few droplets of blood rush off your finger as the water cascades over, cleaning the wound out.

"It's really not a big deal," you say softly, knowing that he's worried and has worked himself up, —even over something as miniscule as this.

And he knows you're right. Your cut is barely worse than the papercuts he gets on a semi-regular basis whilst handling paperwork at the office, and he's known to deal with those by working one handed while he sucks the cut until the blood stops. But when it comes to you, he fears even the smallest of things could harm you in unimaginable ways, and Jumin's biggest fear is letting you get hurt and being unable to do anything about it. You're the strongest person he knows, but he'd go to the ends of the Earth just to keep you from ever dealing with pain again.

"We have a first aid kit in the bathroom," he mumbles as he turns the water off, acknowledging your comment with a pleading glance, —one that silently begs for your cooperation.

You comply.

He offers you his hand to squeeze when he applies some disinfectant spray. You apply a little pressure when he does, but it's more for Jumin than it is for you, and you suspect that he knows as much but chooses to say nothing of it.

The bandage he applies has little cat paw prints on it, and you stifle a giggle as he wraps it carefully around your finger. It's just so cute that you can't help yourself.

"Is that comfortable enough?" He inquires, dark eyes meeting yours, breaking his intense concentration.

You bend your finger a bit and offer him a delicate smile.

"It's fine," you assure him, "—thank you."

Jumin sighs a little, relief lapping at the shores of his heart.

"Go sit for a while and I'll finish dinner. Then we can eat together," he requests.

As long as you get something to eat, you don't really care who cooks it, so you nod your head. Jumin smiles gently and brushes his lips past yours, soft and sweet.

𖦹. ━ SAERAN !!

When Saeran hears you curse, he looks your way; expression as blank as usual, but eyes swimming with worry.

"Hey," he says from behind you in order to get your attention, "what happened?"

"Nothing," you lie, pushing the grater away from you, "everything's fine."

He stands, knowing you well enough to understand that you were lying to avoid the embarrassment of admitting you'd gone and hurt yourself.

"Everything's not fine," he says, bluntly so, reaching around you to take your wrist into his grip.

For someone who can be so incredibly intimidating, Saeran is almost startlingly gentle. At least, he is when it comes to you. His lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his palm pressed flat to your skin. You could almost forget the pain of the small nick on your finger with his touch soothing you down like this.

"Let me see," he demands, —not aggressively, but as if asking for permission.

You comply, and he eyes the little cut along the tip of your finger.

"You cut yourself with the grater?" He asks, to which your eyes avert away from his face.

"It was an accident," you say, perhaps a bit defensively.

Saeran sighs.

"How many times have I told you to be careful when you use that thing?" He asks, but doesn't expect a genuine answer.

He doesn't get one.

"You need to pay better attention," Saeran continues, pulling your finger close to his lips. "I don't like it when you go and get yourself hurt."

With nothing more to say, he opens his mouth and presses the tip of your finger to his tongue. Your eyes widen, but you don't make any attempt to pull away from him. His tongue slides gently over the tiny wound, lapping at the blood. It's a rather crude method of solving the issue, but you can't bring yourself to mind. If it were anyone else, you'd likely think it was gross and pull your hand away at the speed of light, —but it's not anyone else. It's Saeran, and if anything, this is oddly attractive to you.

"There," he mumbles, tongue raking along his bottom lip swiftly, "better?"

It wasn't much of an issue in the first place, but you nod in reply, a little embarrassed by his antics.

"Yeah. Thanks," you answer in a voice just above a whisper.

He doesn't mind the taste of your blood, but even he knows it would be weird to say something like that, so he keeps the thought to himself.

"Go sit down and try not to get yourself cut again," he says, "I'll finish dinner."

His words might be a little harsh, but the soft touch that lingers on your wrist for a few moments longer is anything but.

𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!

Yoosung's heart seizes in his chest when he hears you yelp from the kitchen in his small apartment. He doesn't even bother to pause his game before rushing your way. His chest caves a bit when he sees you holding your hand, eyes and nose scrunched up in pain.

"Y/n! What happened?" He asks, reaching out to clutch comfortingly at your shoulder, albeit a bit awkwardly.

"It's okay," you insist, still reeling a bit from the shock, "I burnt my hand a little, that's all."

In truth, it surprised you more than it actually hurt you. Still, you can't deny that the side of your hand is stinging, and though you haven't looked, you have a feeling that your skin might well be a bit discolored now.

Yoosung scrambles.

"Here, —put your hand under some cool water for a minute or two," he says, turning the faucet knobs for you.

He's sure to test the temperature of the water for you before allowing you to place your hand under the light stream. You flinch a little at the initial contact, still sensitive in the freshly burned area. Yoosung turns the burner of the stovetop off, hunger all but forgotten in the wake of your admittedly minor injury. Right now, he couldn't care less about his own needs. Even if everything is fine, —he can't help but be worried.

"How bad does it hurt?" He inquires.

"Not bad," you reply, hoping to reassure him. "It only stings a little now, and it should go away soon. Nothing to worry about."

Too late. When it comes to you, the smallest things can work Yoosung up. He can't help himself. If there's anyone in this life he hates to see in pain, no matter the severity of it, it's you.

"We should have some antibiotic cream somewhere," he notes, "just wait here for a minute, I'll be right back."

He fulfills that promise, returning quickly with a small, white tube of ointment and a fluffy bath towel.

"Let me know if anything hurts," he says, taking your hand softly into his grip.

Yoosung gently dabs the lingering water droplets away from the burnt area with the towel before taking a generous amount of the antibiotic cream onto one of his long, lithe fingers. He spreads it evenly with feather-like touches, keeping the agitation to a bare minimum. You can't help but smile at how incredibly gentle he is.

"Okay," he smiles over at you softly, "that should do it. Does it feel any better?"

"My hand feels fine," you answer, leaning over to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. "Thank you."

He blushes, eyes lighting up in the wake of your lips.

"I'll make dinner," Yoosung tells you, "—I hope you don't mind ramen. . ."

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Twisted Tales In The Dark

Over My Dead Body Halloween event!

tw. graphic violence, gore in general, body horror, ortho squeezes someone to death, animal abuse (sort of), burn marks.

❥ featuring the two pumpkin knights, Idia, Ortho.

❥ and a special guest, Grim.

A large cat crawls to the top of your shoulder, its little paws grab onto the flesh of your cheek. You look into the distance, body tired from particularly nothing. Refusing to move, the cat took its time inspecting you. You think you’ll let the animals eat your rotten body.

“Watch the hair buddy.” The cat responds by meowing loudly in your ear. you’re a Disney princess now.

How many times have you been put into the woods as a setting? Your mind has begun to remember past stories. Slowly but surely. Everyone you have met, and all the pain you’ve endured. You can feel your spirit drifting away. Speaking about death, what would have happened if you died in these stories…

More animals surround you, a deer is munching on your shoe while birds lay on the top of your head. You wave your hand around, but it does little to startle the animals who let you have space instead. They peer at you with their googly black eyes. You put up a serious face, staring down at the cat lying between your legs.

But you lost, a smile cracking at the fat cheeks and big eyes staring back at you. You felt a bit better now. Animals are usually scared of things larger than them, but the story was different from your world in some way. You sit back up, checking your surroundings as the animals go back to grazing around.

Maybe by taking a stroll you’ll remember what story you’re in now. Stretching your limbs, you sigh to yourself before heading down south. You’re clearly lost with no trail or road in sight. The cat follows suit.

“You can’t hope along, buddy. You’ll be roasted before the night even starts.” It yowls at you angrily, swiping its claws at the bottom of your shoes.

Guess you have a little companion.

Walking felt like minutes but having a whole conversation with your new friend were hours. In fact, you were so busy with your conversation you didn’t notice you entered a small town. Little people walking by, paying no mind to your arrival. A town of the dead, no one was foe or allies. Let’s go back a bit.

The story wasn’t that scary, classical if you say so yourself. Starting off in a small town that had the people locking their doors and avoiding the towns library. A story had been told of a knight who served this very town for his people, but instead of the respect and praises he was outcasted and murdered. His body was left to rot into the earth as the town grew, buried under the library they made into a sanctuary of freedom. So much for that.

As you enter the town there should’ve been a tour bus visiting. The reason it was classic was the fact the people in on it were reckless and made bad decisions. They made the library into their own party, the residents there leaving them to their own devices. If you think about it now it could’ve been a cult in the making.

The gray cat meows behind you, the tinkling noise of its collar snapping you out of thought. You bend down to scratch the fluff of its ears, you now just noticed a collar hidden underneath all the fur and fat.

Grim.

He nips at your finger, dragging it with an unknown amount of force. Reluctantly, you follow. Little steps as you’re pulled by the side and away from the road. You couldn’t hear the shuffles of your feet, or the sound of tires stopping until it was seven feet within range. The bus missed your body for a split second, the tires screeching to stop.

You looked dazed. How did you not hear that metal hunk coming at you? Grim jumps into your arms, holding him close like a child as you find the strength to continue walking. Glaring at the people exiting the busted bus.

“I can’t get sued for this...whose willing to bury a body?”

“I’m not dead dipshit.” A below of screams made your eardrums ring. Grim yowls in anger to make it worse.

Too many people to count. All holding their phones and bags for the “party” they were about to throw. The bus driver sweats nervously at you, holding out his hands in defense.

“J-joke?” You stare at him. “We’ll make it up to you! You can have the food without paying!” A murmur of grumbles and groans came from behind him, you raise a brow to think.

Grim paws at your cheek at the mention of free food. You sigh before agreeing. You didn’t have any money with you at the moment, so entering a party they were raiding and benefiting off sounded great.

No one was willing to fix the bus, a big mistake on their part. They paid a load of cash to the librarian, the inside was like from a fantasy book. Thousands of books and and staircases to more, you were disappointed knowing the popular spot for tourists are using it for their own gain.

With Grim in your arms, you take the time to look for books. Each cover rich with history and beautiful designs. You were impressed. Grim leaps out of your hold, prancing around the area as you follow behind. You stop by the food table, wrapped in tinfoil and spoons to scoop. They did say it was free of charge.

You grab Grim before he decided to jump and dig in, placing back down as you grab two plates. Various of fried food, dips, veggies, and meat whiffed in your face. You’re not that hungry, but it wouldn’t hurt to eat a little.

You might have over fed him, but he looks happy. Laying on your lap as he dozes off, you’re reading a book about the history of the pumpkin knight. Intrigued as everything around you was never there. Your eyes scan through every letter and sentence, each one had you squirming in your seat.

Sacrifices, blue flames, and so much torture. Good thing your stomach could handle the graphic details. You were right about the cult thingy. The book was hidden far in the back and away from the others, some pages were ripped or burnt.

Petting Grim’s bulging stomach, you kept skimming through books after books. There had to be an answer of the world you’re in, or maybe a clue for you.

“The party is all set up now, the guests should arrive any minute now!” You feel a little bad.

Shrugging, you continue your search down farther aisles. Until you face a eerie door with a sign attached to it; employees only. No one was around. It wouldn’t hurt to look.

Turning the handle, you peek head first, the room having only a single light bulb down the corridor. Shelves of boxes upon boxes in the way as you walked in. You can hear a machine wiring making noises in a room. A blue light shines underneath the door.

This wasn’t a part of the story, you’re letting yourself be exposed to danger. But the more you lean in, the warmth of the room consumes you. Stepping into the room which was unlocked, your eyes lock with a figure in dark uniform. Wires are plugged under his armor, his crackling blue hair brightening the room.

You don’t think you were supposed to see that. Entranced, you forget your logical thinking and decided to inspect closer. The figure was small, possibly a child if you can tell. The armor looks real and pretty sick, but what really caught your attention was the mask and clearly not normal legs it had. Your hands unintentionally reach out to touch the flaming hair that sways playfully.

“You’re not an employee.” You scream loudly and back away, the monotone voice scaring the daylights out of you.

His eyes are now wide open, yellow orbs scanning your reaction. The wires detach themselves, a gust of air fills the room. He stands before you, his height tiny as he floats in the air. That’s so fucking cool.

“How did you get those keys?” Tilting his head, he looks over your body intensely. Your body temperature has gone high at the question.

Touching the keys on your waist, you stutter out a answer. “I’m an explorer! I collect these keys for...fun..?” You didn’t sound convincing, but the boy closes his eyes as a smile.

“You collect things too? My older brother does that as well!” Oh. You get it now. That robot child is the younger brother of the monster. You should probably keep that to yourself.

“I know where the key is if you want it for your collection.” You gasp.

“My older brother has it!” You gasp louder.

Groaning in frustration, you stare at the ground dramatically. The robot boy hovers over you, his vocals humming in the air.

“Wait, can you maybe uhm. Get the key for me? I just need the key that’s all.” He squints, sighing downwards.

“My older brother is supposed to protect the key. The keys you have aren’t from here, you’re really strong you know!”

“okay...I can’t have the key then?” He nods his head. You drag your hands across your face, a prick of anger settling in.

“What if we make a deal. There must be something I can do for the key, something I can do to please your brother?” This seemed to spark an idea in his eyes.

“There is actually one.”

You stay silent.

“Be my big brothers friend! He doesn’t talk to the employees because they’re too ‘basic’. but if you be my older brothers friend than I maybe I can convince him to give you the key!” You’re a good person. However, you wanted to strangle this thing.

Holding out your pinky, you stare dead in the eyes at him. “Pinky promise to tell him not to kill me?” He grips your pinky with his, “Promise!”

You suggested to stay in the room you were in, not wanting to bother the slaughtering being done outside. Somehow Grim made his way to find you, Ortho, the robot child who finally told you his name, left to aid his brother. You think the plan you had was a bad idea. Petting Grim who lays by your side contently.

Sitting around for minutes on end, you should start looking for the mirror. Standing up, you leave the room and head further down the hallway. Grim meows loudly behind you, he doesn’t stop meowing until you found the last door ending the hallway.

The mirror sits with a row of candles lit, it doesn’t swirl of magic like it should. You can feel your stomach drop. Why wasn’t the mirror swirling? Your hands touch the mirror, nothing. It’s cold and pitiful.

He won’t stop meowing. You can’t hear anything else but the pulse of your bloodstream making its way to your ears. Even when a hand grips you by the back of your hair and smashes it against the mirror, a large crack.

You lay on the floor, body gone limp as Grim yowls and pounces at the intruder. Several more people enter the room, all wearing robes messily tied. Grim wildly scratches at the face of the assaulter, he’s fast for a fat cat. Sucking in a breath, you blink to avoid the blood seeping into your eyes. You can make out a couple of words from the hooded people along the lines of “dead” and “the chosen one.”

Someone grabs you by the shoulder as you stand, causing you to backhand them in the face. Gasps and yells are pointed at you, you pick up a metal pole from underneath a open box and swing at the next person reaching for you. The look of flesh hitting metal wasn’t pretty, but you couldn’t hear the squishing sounds of blood and bones breaking. All you could hear was his meowing.

Grim is thrown on the floor, kicked in the back and sent with all the boxes. His cry has you gripping the metal pole in your hand tighter, biting your cheek until you tasted metal. With every blink one falls, dropping to the floor as you continue to smash the pole down to their heads.

You can’t hear his meows.

Dropping the pole, you ignore the blood staining your hands and clothes. Searching through the boxes for that cat. Your hands meet fur as you hold onto him in your arms. His body is still warm and breathing.

You didn’t think anyone could survive from a head injury. Someone puts you in a choke hold before wrapping their hands around your throat. But you can hear Grim’s meows again, it’s quiet and soft. Not the sound of your choking, or the struggle to breath for air as you claw your hands at the assaulter.

One breath, two. Until you’re wheezing for air, the pressure on your neck gone. Staring up with blurry eyes, the man on top of you is restrained in a hug; not able to move his arms as his legs are glued between you. Drips of his saliva drops on your face, until a cough of blood and a popped out eye surprises you. Flinching, you made sure your mouth wasn’t open at the time.

He’s dropped by the side. Ortho pats your cheeks a couple of time.

“You can’t die yet! We made a promise!” You make confused noises, more concerned for Grim who crawls over to you.

Glancing to the side, you can see a very tall figure by the door, his face covered by a carved pumpkin. His body is stiff when you make eye contact with him.

“Why can’t I just kill them now Ortho?”

“No! I made a deal that they’ll be your new friend, you can’t stay in the employees room all the time.” He groans in annoyance, metal gear clanking the ground as he kneels beside you.

This time, he seems interested. With a pumpkin over his head stopping you from seeing his face, you knew he was looking at the keys on your waist.

“So those losers either gave up their key or lost to you. Heehee, that’s a bummer.” If you could, that pumpkin head would be gone right now.

“But, I’ll give you credit. Not everyday I see someone as OP as you. You gotta be cheating the system if you passed against Leona and Vil.” The names have your body spring into action, sitting up quickly that you bump your head into his.

Both of you cry in pain, rubbing your forehead as a key flings in the air. Ortho catches it before you. He gives you a glare and points at his brother.

“Sorry, sorry. Um, well. I’m [Name}... I like cats?” He makes an excited noise before clearing his throat. Ortho stares intently behind him.

“Idia. My name is Idia, I also like cats..” He glances at the cat beside, arms already reaching out to grab the large feline. He avoids meeting you in the eye, his hand scratches Grim’s back.

“Idia pay attention!”

“I don’t have anything else to say...they’re marked like some savaged meat don’t you think that’s scary...” You glance around the room awkwardly.

“You can’t just say that, it’s mean!” Idia scoffs. “They smell of normies! I don’t want to smell like that for a month!! I refuse to do this.” You raise your hand to grab the arm he was holding Grim.

“TAKE THE DAMN KEY. WERE BESTIES, DONE. ORTHO LET’S GO BACK!!” He pounces at Ortho for the key, clutching Grim under his arm. Ok, you don’t stink that bad.

The key is thrown at your face, silver handle with blue and black gems regarding a skull design at the top. The two tussle on the floor, Ortho mostly yelling at Idia for playing dirty. The cracked mirror swirls.

You take one good look at Grim before tackling Idia to the floor, hugging the two tight. His gear was uncomfortable at the touch, but you make quick smooches on Grim’s head. Idia lets out a loud squeal at the contact of your body on his, stunned to the core as he lays on the floor with a meowing Grim. Steam and blue-pink fire burning his pumpkin head off, showing his sickly but handsome face.

The fire of his hair seemed to burn you this time, but you couldn’t feel the pain it should’ve bring. Gross, your skin looks weird now.

You run up to the mirror, hand reaching at the warmth of magic touching the tips of your finger. The burn mark still crackles with fire.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud x reader

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puppydog nonny <3

uuuhhh ,,, *through a dive thru speaker* can i a uh ,, dog hybrid siebold knotting their owner for the first time, with a ,, uuhh ,,, side of praise, maybe even some petplay ?

" that will be 0.01¢" /J

Dog hybrid!Siebold in heat

Smut

Cw: knotting, praise, pet play, Sub! Siebold, Dom! Siebold(?), switch, biting, claiming, rough sex.

Restless Waves

Gn! Reader

Siebold trys hard to ignore the heat beginning to pool in his core, while he continues making breakfast for his dear Master.

His tail swished from side to side as his impure thoughts got the better of him. His firm, confident hands are beginning to tremble, thinking about grabbing hold of something softer. Your familiar scent made his mouth water, and your plush body was the perfect place to rub against.

Siebold let out a whimper his stirring cock craving your touch.

Though Siebold is careful in preparing your breakfast, it is second nature to him; he always takes pride in being the perfect provider, even while his approaching rut was beginning to muddle his brain.

He smiles as he finishes the final touches of your dish; it was simple but all of your favorites.

'such a good boy!' He could almost hear your voice say, his cock jumping at the thought.

You are still sleeping in your bed, even as Siebold calls you for breakfast. He calls you again quieter as he slowly opens your door, he didn't want to rudely wake you up but he also didn't want you eating cold food.

His eyes soften when they lay upon your sleeping form. Playing peacefully in your bed, he walks over, fighting his instincts to pounce on you. You were enticing enough your irresistible body lying peacefully. Your sweet scent alone drives him crazy. His hands pressed into the sheets as he looms over you.

Siebold whines your name, pawing at the sheets. His cock painfully straining in his pants... he was always such a well-behaved good boy, he both loves and hates how you make him drool like some mutt.

The temptation over takes him.

He nuzzles his face into your neck. He was unconsciously rolling his hips, enjoying the small amounts of friction against his clothing. Your soft hair tickled his face the sweet yet fading scent of yesterday's shampoo made him want more, but he pulled away his body, screaming in disapproval. Siebold passes under his breath feeling increasing discomfort, his neat tucked polo shirt and sweater vest becoming too hot for his body.

Only then you begin to slowly stir from your slumber. You're tired eyes laying upon your dog boy red in the face, gradually loosening his tie.

Siebold's eye widen, his face turns a darker shade of red apon seeing you.

"Ah! Y-your breakfast is ready..." Siebold clears his acting as if he wasn't on top of you and currently straddling you unable to hold back his need; he couldn't stop his hips from moving if we're so slightly against you.

"Siebold are you...?" you question, it must be mating season again.

"N-no! I-im fine!" he responds trying to hold back a whine

He saids he's fine but hes literally grinding against your waist...

"Siebold let me help you baby."

You purr, beckoning him to lean closer so you could run your fingers through his hair.

Siebold melts in your touch.

"Good boy,"

Shivers run down his spine his tail begins to wag. His calm well-behaved demeanor crumbling.

"M-master! Please! Hah~Oh-!"

His legs are trembling; he slowly slides his pants down enough for his swollen, throbbing cock to spring free. You wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking. Siebold trying desperately not to rut into your palm.

"dont cum unless i tell you to, understand?"

He nods before removing the blanket so he could be closer to your half naked body.

Siebold hold you in his arms his cock right between your legs as you keep stroking him his lips capture yours silencing his moans as he feels himself getting close. Only to break the kiss throwing his head back when you go faster.

"Close!" He whines, trying not to buck in your hand as he holds on to that edge of pleasure but not getting that release when you remove your hand from his aching cock.

" good boy~ you did so good~!"

Heat rushes to his cheeks, his tail wagging at your praise. His mouth on your shoulders and neck gives you deep kisses.

" so perfect and sweet for me~"

You moan, his shaft right against your clothed entrance, but he doesn't go further than that, just grinding right there, feeling the heat of your growing wetness on him.

Your sounds encourage Siebold to grind harder, fingers digging into your hips as he rolls his tongue rolling out of his mouth, his breath getting ragged as he keeps his gaze on you, practically devouring you with his eyes alone.

His blonde hair was now messy, and everywhere his neatly ironed clothes were now wrinkled and messed up. You make him like this. You reduce him to the animal he is.

And you wanted more...

You needed to feel him.

All of him.

... you could just barely see his knot beginning to swell

"S-seibold Please be a good boy-"

His ears perk that his favorite words.

"knott me."

That word alone coming out of your mouth like that went straight to his loins his eyes widen.

"F-Fuck.... I-... Mmh..."

He stumbles over his words; he wants to, he really wants to! Knott you would fill you up fuck you till he's fully satisfied. But...

"I... t-this will be your first time, a-are you sure?"

Even in the middle of his rut, he's loyal to you in your comfort his first priority. His eyebrows furrowed with worry his blue eyes filled with nothing but love, his hips slowing but not stopping quite yet.

"Yes, Please, I trust you."

His heart warms when he hears that from you he stops his hips and moves behind you.

He looks extremely excited he had to stop himself and plunging right inside of you when he removed your underwear... he wanted your first time with him to be special, and pleasurable for the both of you.

"C-can put on my collar for you first?"

You smirk; Siebold always feels more comfortable relinquishing his control to you, and you are happy to indulge. You nod, watching him grab his leash and collar and slowly put them on, giving you the end of the other end of the leash.

He grabs your hips and slides inside of you slowly. He can't hold back his moans, making wonderful noises as he slides inside, soft wet walls gripping around him. You are so warm pulsating and squeezing him... he had to move... he needed it... no more waiting. He needed you... he was only halfway inside when he started to move, incapable of controlling himself

"F-feels s-so good!" Words fall from his lips as he loses control you tug at his leash encouraging him to buck his hips.

"Ah! Such a good mate, beautiful tight mate!"

Siebold growls his fingers digging into your hips once again trying to reach deeper; with every thrust

You grab at the sheets, his cock beginning to piston inside you.

His pace was wild and rough. Finally, succumbing to his instincts to claim you as a mate, to knot and fill you till you're nice and full. Make you sore tomorrow, so you'll stay in bed wrapped up in the covers while he takes care of everything.

You could feel you clench around him you are close.

"That's it... squeeze around me! You're so good! You feel like heaven! Thank you for letting me fuck you!"

Grabbing more of the Rope, you pull him down to you, your lips colliding with his in a messy kiss, his tongue going inside your mouth, wrestling and tasting your own.

As soon as he breaks the marks, you with his teeth, sinking his fangs into your shoulder and biting down. You lose it, his name falling from your lips as you back up into him while cumming.

Siebold feels your walls tightening up, his knot fat and swollen, battering against your entrance as he tries to force it inside.

"Mine! My Owner! My darling true love! My stunning Treasure!"

Siebold gives one last hard thrust before stilling. Cumming hard when he feels his knot in you for the first time, your eyes roll back as you feel it too. Locking the two of you together. Hot cum fills your insides with spurt after spurt; Siebold tries to grind against you, only to feel another minor wave of pleasure.

"S-still cumming...Y-you make me crazy." He murmurs, laying his body on yours, his dick still deep inside, still filling you with his thick knot.

"I love you." Siebold whispers brushing his lips against your neck.

"I love you too," you respond, your heart feeling full, but not your stomach as it growls.

Siebold let's out of breathless chuckle.

" Forgive me for making you miss breakfast, dear once we're done; I'll make you something better~."

#smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon siebold #Siebold x reader #Siebold smut #Pokemon x and y #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader

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Remain By His Side chp.3 Mocha

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

A storm hit 6 weeks after Leon moved into your spare bedroom.

Warnings: PTSD, Dead sibling mentioned, Pet cat antics, Leon needs a hug, Storm, crying, reader has a cat

The last time you had a roommate was your 1st year in undergraduate. Frankly, you didn’t like her much. She often brought unknown strangers to your dorm. They’d tangle under the sheets and she’d get a good 45 seconds of fun.

That wouldn’t be too much of an issue if they didn’t fuck while you were studying. She could have at least put a sock on the doorknob if you were out when she had a guy over. Your first semester you had walked into your dorm room and seen so many bare asses you swore to never go into proctology.

Leon was different. The day he arrived, he didn't have much. Some clothes, a gun, but that's about it, no photos or trinkets to decorate your spare room he was in. He doesn’t bring anyone home, not that he seems interested. Sometimes he cooks for you as a thank you for letting him stay while he recovered.

You quickly adapted to one another. While you were away for class, your TA position or your undergraduate research, he would clean, read or watch Mocha, your calico.

Mocha really liked him. That's how you knew Leon was a good man. Your cat was a good judge of character. Sometimes better than you.

You once walked into your apartment to Leon asleep on the couch with the feline on his chest. She was purring softly, and once she saw you, she flopped her tail once before making biscuits into his shirt.

It was mid-november when a bad storm hit. You fell asleep to distant thunder and pounding rain. However, you woke to a cat pawing your face.

The groan that left your mouth didn’t sound human. In response, Mocha meowed.

“Mocha,” You opened your eyes to the darkness. After a few moments of adjustment, you could see the outline of the calico on your chest, “If you weren’t so cute, I’d leave you on the street.” Of course you were lying. And of course she didn’t understand.

Mocha trilled, sniffing your face.

You looked over at your alarm clock, 2:19AM. Your hands rubbed your eyes. The rain was hitting your window, and you breathed.

This fucking cat-

A massive flash and boom of thunder vibrated your apartment complex.

So that's why Mocha woke you up. She was irritated by the storm. In her cat mind she probably thought you could control the weather. She trilled again and pawed at your cheek. After a second, she meowed and jumped down from the bed.

“Ok..ok…” you sighed and sat up. She was probably pissed that her food bowl was empty. You got up, cursing the fact that you had an 8AM tomorrow. Once you left your room and opened the door to the living space, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled again.

Mocha trotted past her bowl. The cat wasn’t focused on food, instead, she pawed at Leon’s door.

You furrowed your brow. Oh. She wanted Leon, not you.

“Mocha, he’s asleep.” You mumbled, bending over to pick her up, “You can’t wake him up just-.”

There was a muffled sniffle behind the door.

Silence.

You held your breath, and you heard a small sob.

“Leon?” You held Mocha in your arms and leaned into the door, “Leon? Are you alright?”

He let out a small sound of surprise before calling back to you, “Y-yea.”

“Can I come in?” You asked, “Mocha wants you.”

“Y-yea, just give me a sec-.”

His words were cut off by another loud boom. It sounded like a bomb going off, and lightning lit up your apartment.

That strike was too close for comfort.

Close enough that it scared Leon, because you heard another sob.

Fuck, is he OK?

You spoke through the door, “I’m gonna come in, ok?” Your warning was soft and well meaning. When you didn’t get a response, you turned the doorknob and opened the door.

The room was lit up by one of your lamps. Immediately, Mocha wiggled from your arms and leapt to the ground. She trotted forward to Leon, who was hugging his knees on the floor. He leaned against the foot of the bed. His face was buried in his arms and you could see his trembling body.

PTSD? Nightmare?

The scene was familiar. You’ve seen this with your brother. To a soldier, thunder must sound like explosives. To Leon, the weather must have reminded him of Raccoon City’s downfall. You assumed it was storming when the zombies walked those now destroyed streets.

Mocha rubbed herself against his legs, and in response, the former rookie cop looked up. His cheeks were flushed, eyes red and full of tears. He cleared his throat, “S-sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile before walking into his room and sitting down next to him. Your fingers scratched behind the calico’s ear, “S’ok. Mocha woke me up.”

Leon sniffled before wiped his eyes on his arm. It was out of the sling now, but still recovering. Movement was still limited, “She’s a good cat.” He was changing the subject.

You went at his pace, “Yea. She’s the best. I got her behind a dumpster, you know.”

“You did tell me you rescued her,” He petted her head and she began to purr softly, “I just assumed from a shelter.”

“Kinda, I was walking back from class a year ago and she ran past me from the road,” You responded, “It was snowing and she looked cold and miserable, so I picked her up. I guess she was tired of hanging around campus.”

Mocha was just one of a few stray felines that lived around campus. During the winter they were fed by well-meaning students and during the summer, they would reduce the mouse and squirrel population.

“Do you normally pick up strays?” Leon asked, clearing his throat.

“Only if they’re cute.” You responded honestly. After a brief moment you blinked, realizing what you just said.

Leon snorted, well, at least he calmed down now. He was about to speak but lightning flashed again. However the thunder was distant. It didn’t sound immediate, and instead was a little ways away. It seemed that the worst of the storm had passed over you, but the rain still poured outside.

Despite that, your roommate bit his knuckle. His eyes were staring straight ahead and he swallowed.

Mocha got on her hindlegs and pawed at his cheek, earning a soft laugh, “Sorry…not a fan of storms…”

“Me neither.” You said, looking at your white ceiling. You remembered your brother. How he’d have flashbacks during bad storms. Your heart ached.

God, you missed him. It's been a long 6 weeks…

“I like snow.” You admitted, filling in the silence, “That way I can stay home, make some hot chocolate, wrap myself up in blankets and chill. Especially during the holidays.”

Mocha trilled, rubbing her face against Leon's healing arm.

“Sounds nice.” He mumbled, blue eyes on the calico that kept rubbing herself on him.

Oh, right. He doesn’t have a family.

Your heart broke again realizing he most likely never had a holiday with family…

Or anyone…

You swallowed the tightness in your throat. Thanksgiving was right around the corner and you’d leave campus for that week. For some reason, you didn’t want to leave Leon alone. Especially after everything he did for Sherry.

Wait, this could be an excuse for him and your cousin to see eachother again! She was officially out of where the government held her, and instead she had been taken in by your parents.

“Do you want to spend Thanksgiving with my family?” You asked him suddenly, “Sherry will be there. I know she would love to see you again.” Your hand rested on his shoulder. You scooted closer to him, not picking up on his embarrassment yet.

“I..uh..is that…allowed?” Leon looked away from you and rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed to do that when he was flustered.

You smiled, “Yes, it’s allowed.” Your answer was honest and even excited, “I know my mom would love to have you.”

He swallowed, finally looking at you. His cheeks were dusted with slight pink, “Should…I bring anything?”

“Just your wonderful presence.” You responded.

He laughed slightly, “I…uh…sure. Yea, I'd like to go.” He returned your smile ever so slightly, “Sounds fun.”

Yay!

You leaned back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your personal space.” Once you sat normally, Mocha stepped into your lap and immediately sat down.

Leon cleared his throat, “No, it's alright,” He mumbled, “I appreciate you doing this. Letting me stay. Inviting me to be with your family…”

“Well, you helped my family.” you responded, “And..well, I like you. You're a good guy and a good friend.”

“You're a good person,” He looked away, unable to meet your eye, “And a great friend.”

Yay! You’re friends!

Thunder sounded in the distance again.

“I’m here for you, you know.” Your voice was quiet and honest. The calico in your lap stood up and stretched. She yawned before stepping in a circle to settle down again, “Mocha is too.”

He gave you a tired grin in return.

#reader insert #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #re2 x reader #my writing #re2 leon #Chapter 3

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