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Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you!

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here!

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas.

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty.

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door.

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten.

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin.

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground.

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl.

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.”

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.”

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes.

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry.

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella.

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again.

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head.

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted.

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies.

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it.

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.”

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug.

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough.

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug.

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here.

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say.

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard.

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched.

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame.

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes.

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue.

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips.

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears.

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut.

He was totally fucked for this girl.

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs.

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand.

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew.

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?”

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.”

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked.

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-”

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen.

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was.

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings.

He had a crush on Stella.

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her.

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them.

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them.

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing.

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said.

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?”

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked.

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.”

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly.

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.”

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips.

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella.

Stay here with me forever.

Love me.

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind.

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well.

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit.

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!”

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!”

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?”

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back.

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time.

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.”

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.”

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.”

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching.

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter.

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s.

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!”

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest.

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.”

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.”

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled.

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted.

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s.

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.”

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks.

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago.

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off.

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door.

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest.

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands.

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode.

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo.

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?”

“Gemma-”

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering.

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry.

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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fbfh · 4 years

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domestic cozy moments with leo - an anthology

i should really be asleep

aged up to 18+ obvs,,,, rlly wishing this was real rn lmao,,, also it’s fluff if u couldn’t tell

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You set down your last box, hearing a thump in the next room as he sets his. You will your legs to carry you into the next room where he’s waiting, standing, looking at you. The glaring over head light still somehow makes him look good, and you can tell, by this point, that he’s thinking something similar about you. He pulls you closer with one strong comforting gesture, and you both flop unceremoniously down onto the bare mattress on the floor. You tuck the crook of your elbow over your face to block out the harsh light, and gently rub your face into the material of his shirt; a dark flannel over a deep red hoodie, some quote splashed across the chest. The arm wrapped around you bent, his hand brushing the hair at the top of your forehead.

“We did it,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” you replied, “now we just gotta unpack everything.”

“And organize.”

“And decorate,” you add. There’s a beat of silence.

“God, this is gonna be a nightmare, isn’t it…” he laughs, head resting on top of yours. A slow, tired chuckle rocks your body.

“Yeah, probably…”

You’ve both been up since about 4am, and have only just finished moving into your apartment. It’s around one or two in the morning. You’re beyond exhausted, the thrill of the move and shitty, delerious humor keeping you running for the last few hours.

“Y’know what,” he moves, kicking off his shoes, “I say we just crash for the night. Deal with the rest of it in the morning.” He’s already mumbling, his voice groggy - groggier than before - and you can tell he’s losing orbit. Against your wishes, you make yourself sit up. You kneel over to a box a few feet away, and rip the tape off. You pull out a duvet, and shuffle back over to him.

“Yeah,” you say, already slipping out of your sneakers and throwing some of the blanket over him, “sounds good.” You curl back into him, into a slightly more comfortable position, and start to settle down.

“Shit,” he hisses, “the light.” You realize the light’s still on and groan.

“Oh god… we’re really that dumb,” you can feel the sleep deprived laughter taking over.

“Wait, wait,” he giggles, the infectious laugh spreading. He leans over, fumbling for the mop next to the broom and vacuum, and holds the flat head, the pole in between his fingers. You feel him shift, and pry your eyes open. He’s almost got it. You make some encouraging ‘oh, ooooh!’s as he lines up the loop at the top with the light switch on the wall and darkness engulfs you. He lays back down in a heap, setting the mop on the floor next to him.

“Nice!” you press a kiss below his ear, the closest place you could reach, and he mutters sleepily, “Thank you, thank you, I’ll be signing autographs in half an hour,” laughter seeping into his words like a teabag in hot water as he pulls his hood up. Your limbs are already tingly with sleep. He mutters something you can’t make out, and you’re pretty sure you tried to ask what, but you don’t remember anything after that. You don’t know who fell asleep first, but you both slept really well that night.

Your piping was migraine worthy.

That’s what Leo had said after about a minute under your bathroom sink.

You had noticed the water pressure in the sink got really weak after a day or two. Your apartment was pretty old, so it wasn’t surprising.

“Should we call the superintendent?” you asked through a mouth of ramen. A smile hit his eyes, and you finished the thought he hadn’t said.

“To let him know,” you shoved his chest playfully, “I know you can fix it, that wasn’t a question.” It backed off, and instead he said, “You can try, but I’m pretty sure he’s one of those three-to-five-business-days types.”

“Well, at least he’ll know what’s going on.” He still had that look. “I’ll tell him not to call a plumber. My boyfriend’s an engineer and can more than handle it.” He seemed satisfied, and grabbed his tools.

“I’m just saying, I think I know a thing or two about this stuff…” You pulled the still ringing phone from your face. “Duh, you’re the-” the phone stopped ringing. Voicemail. You rolled your eyes as the beep sounded, and left a brief message explaining who you were and the situation. After you finished talking, you hung up.

“God, I hate talking on the phone,” you mutter. You turn the corner to the bathroom doorway.

“How’s it looking?” you lean on the door frame, and suppress a chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend laying on a skateboard under the bathroom sink.

“This makes… no sense…” he muttered. “I mean, who- why would you put a dual check there?” You smiled, loving when he talked about his hyperfixations, even if it barely made sense to you. You decided to check back in a bit, and went to transfer some laundry.

It had been a while. You had checked on Leo two or three times, and he was still doing something under there. He had come out once or twice to get some parts or piping from his supplies, then went straight back to work. If only you had a dollar for every time you heard him sigh, “there’s gotta be a better way to do this…” It’s been two hours and he needs a break.

You walk back into the bathroom, step over him, and sit down, your hips right on top of his.

He stops.

He pushes you both out from under the sink, skateboard rolling slowly, his eyes locked with yours.

“Hello,”

“Hi,”

You just wanted to take out the trash, that was all. But when you entered the back alley and saw a little kitty cat looking so scared by the dumpster, you couldn’t stop your instincts. You set the trash down slowly, scooped up the cat, and marched back inside. You set her - or him? You weren’t sure yet. You set them in the bathroom, made a little nest of towels close to the radiator, and left, closing the door behind you. You came back in with a small storage bin with cat litter - which Leo luckily had on hand for absorbing oil spills in his garage - paper bowls with some tuna and water, and a small ball of yarn from a long since abandoned craft project. The kitty ate all the tuna in record time, and looked at you, asking for more.

“Wait for that to digest, then you can have seconds.” you said, softly. You gave them a little head pat, and they skittered away, unused to affection. It made your heart a little sad. But it’s okay, you reminded yourself, kitty’s gonna get lots of love from now on. You adjust your seat on the edge of the tub, trying to stop your butt from going numb. You pick the cat up to put them in their makeshift bed, and check under their tummy. Yup, girl kitty. She lets out a high pitched meow, and you can tell she’s still pretty young. You pet her back, and she arches up, her tail curling. She moves away from your hand, still not used to it yet, but a loud purr resonates through her chest and off the walls. You hold back a delighted squeal as she curls up into a ball. Oh jeez, do you have any blankets? You could cover her with a towel, but do you have anything softer? You leave to check, closing the door securely behind you. You dig through the linen closet for a few minutes before you hear the door open and close.

“Honey, I’m home,” Leo quipped, putting his jacket on the coat rack. You picked up a small fleece decorative blanket you had no use for until now.

“Hey,” he turned the corner, and placed his hand on your face, and your free hand rested on his. He pressed a warm kiss to your lips, and pulled away even though he didn’t want to. “Hey, Sparky,” you replied, a smile only he could give you blooming on your face.

He started to tell you you two could catch up in a minute, he just has to wash the stubborn leftover machine oil off his hands, but you stopped him before he could.

“I have a surprise.” You said.

“Okay,” he replied, smiling, “what is it?”

You bit your lip, and quickly pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you.

“Woah, babe,” he smirked, “if you wanted-” his voice cut off when he saw you kneeling next to a small kitty.

“Her name is garbage, cause that’s where I found her!” you giggled, quoting the episode of The Office you two had watched just last night.

“Aww,” he cooed, and began to wash his hands hastily so he could pet her, “she’s adorable!” his voice was soft, and higher than normal, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever heard. He dried off his hands, and bent down to give her a cuddle. You stayed like that for a while, watching her play with string and baby talking her.

“By the way, Estrella,” he said, breaking his baby voice to look up at you, “we’re not actually naming her garbage, right?”

“No!” you laughed, “She’s too cute, that’d be mean…”

He giggled at your face, and you two batted names back and forth for a while, trying to find the right one, and eventually settling on Jackhammer, maybe Jack for short. “She’s definitely as loud as one,” Leo mused when he’d first heard her purr.

She purred a lot more after that.

#Leo Valdez #leo x reader #Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #hoo #hoo x reader #leo valdez fluff

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lunarastrobabe · 4 years

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Jill Valentine x F!Reader: Winter Love

(Fluff, no warnings)

October 12, 1998

Just eleven days after the Raccoon City incident, you were living in New York, you had already escaped the city’s meltdown on September 28th, when everything went into entire chaos. You were a S.T.A.R.S. Member, along with your fellow colleagues, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Rebecca Chambers and Brad Vickers, they were the only people you ever got close to in the work force. You were the female rookie at the start, the others were very high trained people, this did scare you and it did intimidate you at first, but once you got to know them, you felt like you were safe and at home. You were very close with Chris, he was like the brother you never had, you told him everything, including this secret that you had kept inside. You were in love with Jill, you had been ever since you first met her, the way her hair would curl at the side of her cheeks to the bottom of her chin, the way her lips would curl into a smile that would bright up your darkest days. The way she was so motivated and so independent towards her work and her home life. Chris had your full support with the secret and your feelings towards Jill. He wished you happiness and it was the best reaction you could have hoped for.

She was your best friend, you hadn’t heard from her since she was fired from S.T.A.R.S.. You called and called and called and she never answered, you were terrified she was killed or even worse .. turned into one of those flesh-eating monsters. You waited by the phone anxiously, waiting for her to call and say she was alright.

Few days later

It was already snowing and still, no sign of Jill, you were cooking breakfast in the kitchen and feeding your brown tabby cat who was walking in between each of your legs meowing for food.

“Alright mister, I’m coming.” You laughed and set the food bowl down in front of him. As you stood up to clean the mess that engulfed the kitchen, the doorbell rang. You brushed off some flour from your hands and walked to the front door. Opening you found Jill stood there. You had never seen her so down before. Her clothing was torn and she had some scratches and bruises on her back, arms and legs, luckily they were nothing serious. She hadn’t showered in a while and seeing her stood there with a broken look on her face shattered your heart.

“Oh my god, Jill!” You pulled her in for a hug not caring what monster smells was wafting around. “What happened? Thank god you’re okay! I was so worried.” She didn’t move or make a single sound. Her eyes just looked straight ahead at the living space in front of her. The black marble kitchen counter was covered in flour, dirty dishes and some left over food from the night before. It looked like a flour bomb went off.

“Jill?” You asked as you pulled back from the hug prying your arms away from her waist. Her blue-grey eyes had so much wisdom but so much pain in them. On the outside she was this badass, independent, kick-ass woman you had ever met. She trained hard to get to where she was now, working with S.T.A.R.S. yet, the incidence that took over the city, the city you both grew up in had changed your lives forever without much realisation of what the future might be like.

She coughed lightly, covering her mouth with her gloved hand which was also scratched up. “(Y/N.)” Her voice cracked a little at the word she spoke through her hoarse throat. She was shivering from the snow as it fell harder and harder by the minute. You took her hand ever so gently and took her inside, closing the door behind her. You took your blue large knitted blanket from the love seat that sat near the door and wrapped it around her.

“Jill, rest, I’ll get the shower ready for you. Then we can talk.” You put your warm hand to her stone cold cheek, brushing the dried blood from underneath her eye with your thumb. It made her wince a little at your touch. You turned away and walked upstairs to the bathroom. She slowly sat herself down in the thick comfy chair, as the fireplace crackled and popped from the flames. Jill looked around, at the photo frames that were placed across the top of the fireplace, mostly of you and your friends with S.T.A.R.S. including some of you and your family. It made her smile thinking back to the time before the incidence, when everybody was happy and things were going great. She shook it out of her mind, so many thoughts, memories (the good and the bad) tumbling around in her mind like a wave of intense fog. She slid the blanket off of her shoulders and slowly got up and walked upstairs, every step she made caused creaks to emerge from the staircase, picture frames hung up on the wall of you and your family from memories now long gone. Flashbacks haunted her mind. She squinted at the thoughts coming back. The memories of Nemesis, of the Beta’s and the Gamma’s she had to witness. She tried so hard to forget but it was too much to bare.

You walked out of the bathroom and saw Jill coming to the door. “Hey, it’s um, it’s ready for you.” You twiddled your thumbs and gave a small smile. She gave a smile in return, and it warmed your heart.

“Thank you.” She spoke with a soft tone. She grabbed the pink towel off the rack and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You let out a sigh and scratched the back of your neck. You wanted to make her feel at home and help cheer her up, she was clearly distraught and was in need of absolute care and comfort. Considering it was snowing outside that morning, you had the perfect day planned.

You took out your puffy winter jacket, it was black soft fabric with fur around the hood, you had matching black combat boots to go with it and some gloves, also setting down some spare clothes for Jill to wear. Your cat jumped on the arm of the love seat and meowed.

“I won’t be long, mister.” You let out a giggle and kissed the top of his head and turned to see Jill waiting for you near the coat rack.

“Thanks for the spare clothes, but, where are we going?” She asked, zipping up her brown parka coat and straightening her red tartan scarf. She ran her fingers through her, shiny soft brown hair and it made your heart flutter. So much natural beauty this woman had wasn’t the only thing that made you fall deeply in love with her, it was how she was always by your side through the hard times and the easy times, and her personality was the most important thing.

“We, are going to spend the day together, “ You smiled grabbing your brown leather bag slinging it over your shoulder. She adverted her gaze away from you to grab the brass doorknob. You took her warm hand into yours, goosebumps covering your skin at the touch, your fingers slowly entwining with hers. She didn’t resist, she tightened the grip and looked up to you. You both headed out the front door and feeling the fresh snow crunch underneath your feet, leaving boot prints along the way.

During the day, you both had a snowball fight, drank some hot coffee from a small little cute cafe not far from your home, it was New York so it was covered in bakery places and cafe’s. She started to relax a little, slowly finding a way to explain to you everything that she saw, everything she fought and people she lost during her ordeal. You felt closer to her, each word she spoke and each sentence she described, you wanted to protect her, protect her from all the harm that would come her way.

Later on, sitting on a bench in Central Park, you talked about your memories together being in S.T.A.R.S. and reminiscing over the good times.

“You know (Y/N), I never thought I would’ve survived what happened in R.C, I never thought in our lifetime, something like that could happen to us. And when it did, I had to fight to survive, fight to get back to you.” She let out a nervous chuckle, cold air could be seen escaping her lips. She turned her face to look at you, moving her body closer to yours.

You were surprised at what she said, you never imagined that her thoughts and mine would focus on you. “I’m so glad you are safe.” Even with the freezing cold temperature, the heat from the moment you two were having made you forget about the snow and the weather.

Your hand made its way to her rosy blushed cheeks, and pulled her in close. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous as fuck about what was going to happen, the fluttering in your heart and your stomach and the fast pace of your heart made the moment even sweeter than it had to be.

Your soft cold lips made a connection with hers, her kiss was tender and sweet, moving in perfect sync with yours. This was the best feeling you had ever felt in such a long time.

You pulled back to get some air and you looked into her eyes, you could see the happiness in hers staring right back at you.

“Maybe this is the right time to say, I love you. I always have, I always will.” You blurted out, but you didn’t care, you needed to tell her.

“I love you too.” She immediately pulled you in for another kiss, circling her arm around your waist and pulling you close to her body to keep the warmth in.

The snow was falling all around you and despite the circumstances before-hand, you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment.

#jill valentine #resident evil #jill valentine x reader #fluff

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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The Black & Purple Cat Boy

Virgil has rare moments where he wants to be a cuddly kitty. Patton is over the moon over it, and starts to use his dad skills to further make the cat boy happy.

Later, Logan becomes a puddle of mush from the overwhelming cutesy behaviour.

What's this?! 2 fanfictions in 1 day?! IMPOSSIBLE! OoO

This one is inspired by an experience on my trip to the cottage, and a couple adorable people I happen to know...😉

Virgil was walking around the house looking for people to cuddle him. He was carrying around a fleece blanket, wearing a pair of fluffy cat ears and looking like he hasn’t slept in 5 years straight. Virgil, in need of cuddles as soon as possible, walked up to Patton first. Virgil felt fairly comfortable with being a cat around Patton in the past. Patton doesn’t judge him for acting like a quiet attention-seeker and always encourages the behaviour.

So, Virgil knelt down on the side of Patton’s lazy leather chair and rested his chin on the armrest. Patton looked over and smiled. “Hi Virgil. Feeling affectionate today?” Patton asked, giving Virgil’s hair and scalp a nice massage. Virgil slowly closed his eyes and smiled happily as he melted from the loving touch.

“Mmmmm hmmmm…” Virgil hummed back slowly as he moved closer to the touch.

Patton removed his hand, and was immediately met with a desperate sad frown and a whimper from Virgil. Patton smiled empathetically and patted his thighs to invite Virgil up onto his lap. Without wasting a second, Virgil hopped up onto the chair and snuggled up next to him. As soon as Virgil was comfortable, Patton started hugging the emo and massaging Virgil’s head again. Virgil smiled and started melting into the wonderful feeling again.

“What’s making you so cuddly today?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” Virgil mumbled to himself quietly. “Just feelin’ cuddly.” He added.

Patton nodded in understanding. “I get that.” He reacted calmly. “You’re just feeling a little extra needy.” Patton told him softly.

Virgil nodded slightly and began melting further and further into the loving touch that the father figure was giving him. It felt amazing to him. It felt like a professional massager was making him fall asleep with their miracle hands alone. Everyone was often asking for massages, back rubs and belly rubs from Patton thanks to this incredible ability. But Virgil doesn’t normally ask for any touches of love due to being the living embodiment of anxiety. But when he does, the moments last for a very long time.

Soon, Virgil started snuggling his nose into Patton’s neck to try and get more comfy in Patton’s neck. Surprised by the cute but ticklish action, Patton curled in slightly and let out a small giggle. Virgil opened his eyes slightly and lifted his head up. “What’s so funny?” Virgil asked softly.

Patton patted him on the shoulder to get Virgil to lay back down. “Nothing, nothing. You’re being so adorable and I’m going crazy over it.” Patton told him.

Virgil blushed as he placed his head back onto Patton’s shoulder. Patton continued his back rubbing, and even took a moment to move the emo’s hanging bangs away from Virgil’s cheek and behind his ear. This time, Virgil let out a surprise giggle and lifted his hand up to touch his ear.

“What’s so funny?” Patton teased.

“Stahahap it. My hair’s fine where it is.” Virgil told Pat.

“But it was in your face!” Patton reacted. “What? Do you like your bangs hanging over your ears?” Patton asked as he drew his finger on the front of Virgil’s ear.

Virgil let out a snort and began flapping his hands to shield his ear.

“Are you abnormally giggly today?” Patton asked, not fully getting the memo.

Virgil nodded. “Yeheheah.” Virgil replied. Curiously, Patton lifted his head up and lightly blew onto Virgil’s outer ear. “HEHEhehehe! Yohohou’re tihicklihihing mehehe!” Virgil giggled as he shook his head.

“Are your ears ticklish?” Patton asked, before giving Virgil’s ear a light scratch.

Virgil let out yet another snort and started tapping Patton’s shoulder. “Yehehes!” Virgil replied.

Patton moved his fingers up to the exposed ear and started scratching the back of the ear excitedly. Almost immediately, Virgil bursted into high-pitched giggles. “Awww! The cuddly kitty has ticklish ears!” Patton teased.

Virgil snorted yet again, and tried hiding it by tossing his head over to the armrest to shield his ticklish ear.

Patton gasped. “I’ve been wanting to test this one out!” Patton reacted before scratching the back of Virgil’s left ear.

“BaHAHAHA! Nooohohohohoho! Cohohome ohohon!” Virgil giggled helplessly.

Patton lifted his head up and lifted an eyebrow with an evil smirk. “Are you challenging me?” Patton asked.

“Nohoho, Ihihihi’m nahahahat!” Virgil giggled back.

“Oh! It’s on, like Donkey Kong!” Patton declared.

Before Virgil could stop it, Patton started skittering his fingers all over Virgil’s belly.

“WAHAHAHA! NAAAAHAHAHA!” Virgil bursted out! He quickly grabbed onto Patton’s wrists and wiggled around in Patton’s tickly grasp.

“Tickle tickle tickle, my adorable purple cat!” Patton teased.

“WHAHAHAT HAHAHAPPEHENED TOHOHO CUHUHUDDLEHEHES?!” Virgil yelled.

“I’m still cuddling you, I’m just adding tickles into the mix! Cuddles and tickles go together like peanut butter and crofters!” Patton replied.

Virgil finally let go of Patton’s wrists and started rocking back and forth with his arms against his chest. Virgil was kicking his legs like the world depended on it, and was clenching his fists until the red color matched his blushing face. With all the playfulness and wiggle worming around, Virgil’s pale face seemed to fill with color that made him look less vampire-like and more human. It was all an adorable scene that even the most apathetic person in existence, could fall in love with.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY, YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STAHAP NOHOHOW!” Virgil ordered.

“Ey ey Captain!” Patton replied as he removed his hands and laid the giggly man back down. Virgil’s laughter turned to giggles and breathlessness as he gained back his cuddly composure.

“Wahahas...wahas thahahat reheally nehehessessahary?” Virgil asked.

“I thought it was. I almost wonder if you liked it.” Patton said subtly.

Virgil’s eyes widened. How did he KNOW that?! Virgil looked at Patton with a guilty facial expression before sinking further into the chair. Patton giggled and gave Virgil’s ears another tickle before completely stopping.

“Hahahahaha! Hohohow...Ihis it that obvious?” Virgil asked, rubbing his ear.

Patton smirked and leaned into his ear. “As obvious as the sun.” Patton whispered.

Virgil could feel his red face growing into a dark scarlet color. He couldn’t hide the truth even if he tried. It’s like trying to hide an elephant inside a closet. The walls would be creaking and crumbling down into dust, and the elephant would just make endless noises until it was found by the authorities.

“Aaah, I thought I sensed a familiar sight…” someone said behind them.

Patton turned to his right and brightened upon seeing who it was. “Hi Logan!” Patton greeted quietly.

Logan widened his eyes and covered his mouth for a moment or two. He pointed at Virgil. “Is he sleeping?” Logan whispered.

Virgil tittered and lifted his head up. “Still awake.” Virgil replied.

“Oh. Hi Virgil.” Logan greeted.

“Hi Logan. I am a cat. Meow.” Virgil said, waving his loose fist like a kitty paw.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. It looked like he had just been hit with a brain error. Patton seemed to have hit a brain error as well! But, his brain error quickly solved itself.

“Oh my GOSH-you’resuchacutiepie!” Patton cooed and squished Virgil’s face.

Wanting to make Patton overload further, Virgil stuck his tongue out and ‘blepped’ at him. Patton gasped excitedly and turned Virgil’s face around to face Logan. “He blepped!” Patton squeaked with a huge smile.

Logan just stared at Virgil and blinked in surprise. Virgil brought his tongue back in, and tilted his head to the side. “Hm?” Virgil hummed with the most innocent expression on his face.

Logan walked up to Virgil and slowly started to smile. Eager to see what would happen, Logan booped Virgil on his snout. In an attempt to look at his nose, Virgil went cross-eyed.

Logan actually let out a giggle and booped Virgil’s snoot again! This time, Virgil pouted and covered up his nose with his fists. “Stahp it.” Virgil ordered in a slightly high-pitched low voice.

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. The scene was just too adorable! So, Logan took in a deep breath and picked up Virgil under the armpits. “You’re mine now.” Logan declared.

Virgil’s cute facade suddenly dropped and was replaced with toddler-like anger. “Hey! Put me down.” Virgil ordered.

But, Logan didn’t. Instead, Logan turned Virgil around and wrapped his arms around Virgil’s chest. Virgil’s back was now resting in Logan’s chest while Virgil was stuck in a nerdy hug. Virgil huffed, and tried to keep an angry expression on his face. But it’s secretly really hard to stay angry when someone is willingly using your soft and cuddly weakness against you.

Logan looked at Virgil from the shoulder. “Why so gloomy?” Logan asked.

“Why are you being so affectionate?” Virgil asked.

“Because you were asking for cuddles the same way an anime cat girl would ask for snuggles: By being adorable and pouty.” Logan explained.

“He might want more tickles.” Patton admitted. Virgil yelped and shot Patton an angry look.

“Tickles?” Logan asked.

As Logan started lowering the emo down to the ground, Virgil suddenly started wiggling. “No. No no nono no. No. Tickles.” Virgil warned.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on tickling you.” Logan told him. The nerd laid the man down onto the carpet. “I was planning on giving you belly rubs.” Logan explained as he lifted up Virgil’s sweater.

Virgil squeaked and covered up his belly with his arms, and looked away from the nerd awkwardly. A big red blush had reappeared on Virgil’s face while a loving smile appeared on Logan’s. Logan started scratching and rubbing Virgil’s belly very lightly. It took exactly 3 seconds for a wobbly smile to show up on Virgil’s lips, and for Virgil to start lightly wiggling around as small titters and snorts started leaving his mouth.

Logan gasped and stared at Virgil with stars in his eyes. “You’re a snorting kitty.” Logan whispered excitedly.

Utterly embarrassed, Virgil covered up his face with his hands. Logan only giggled at this and started massaging Virgil’s bare belly.

“Hehehehehe! HahahAHAHA! Lohohoho! Thihihis ihis mehehehean!” Virgil argued.

Logan, eager to prove something, lifted up his hands and watched Virgil’s facial expression.

Virgil’s giggles and big smile quickly fell and morphed into a confused, and hurt expression. The cherry on top, was the little hum of hurt and betrayal. It was like Virgil was telling him ‘Why would you stop? How dare you stop. I was liking that’.

“Do you like being belly rubbed?” Logan asked him.

Virgil’s hurt expression dropped into an annoyed pouty face. He even crossed his arms to add to the expression. “No.” Virgil finally replied.

“Oh. Then I should probably stop then.” Logan told him with a slightly sad expression of his own.

When Logan tried to stand up however, Virgil grabbed his wrist and refused to let him leave. He wasn’t looking at Logan though. He was just looking away, looking a little embarrassed with a big blush showering his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight…” Logan muttered.

“-The irony.” Virgil added bluntly.

“You...want me to stay. Does that mean you liked the belly rubs?” Logan asked.

Virgil kept looking away from him, but slightly nodded.

Logan smiled at his honesty. “Would you like me to keep going?” Logan asked.

Virgil let a small smile show up on his lips as he dragged Logan’s hand onto his exposed belly. “Please?” Virgil asked.

Logan lightly removed Virgil’s grip and readied his hands for pouncing. “I’d love to.” Logan replied.

Logan quickly landed his fingers and started skittering, massaging, poking and drumming his fingers all over Virgil’s bare belly.

“HAHAHAHA! *snort* YAHAHAHAHAHA! YAHAHAY! THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOU!” Virgil laughed excitedly.

Logan chuckled and melted upon hearing his words through the laughter. “You are going to be the cause of my death one day!” Logan told him.

Patton laughed at that. “Name: Logan Sanders. Cause of death: Cuteness Overload.” Patton teased. Logan just laughed at his joke further as he resumed the massaging and finger-wiggling.

Virgil continued to laugh, squirm and snort with glee as his belly was exploited similarly to a puppy’s. Logan’s fingers never seemed to let up despite Patton’s distractions, which only made the experience more enjoyable for him. At the same time, Logan had started cooing and teasing him like he would to a giggling newborn and had broken down his walls of maturity to give Virgil the tickling of his life.

When Logan had finally given the emo a break, Virgil pulled him and Patton into a loving hug to thank them both for the love and affection. Virgil, Patton and surprisingly Logan, ended up cuddling like this for hours after the tickling! And when the 3 adults woke up again, they were surprised to see themselves covered in a Wall-E printed blanket, surrounded by Winnie the Pooh and Webkinz stuffies that watched over the trio.

No one knows who had done this...

And the only person that ever knew, was the side that did it...

#ticklefic #lee!virgil #ler!patton #ler!logan #fluff #virgil acts like a cat #logan.exe has stopped working

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Bring on the Mania pt 2

Everyone stared at Amane once they got to the classroom. They already parted with Jack, Epel, and Sebek, and the three boys wished the ADeuce combo luck with Amane. The latter basked in the attention, even sending a teasing wink to the lingering stares, who blushed and turned back to the teacher. Crewel made it VERY clear to Amane that if he disrupts the class in any way, he will receive punishment, like how he did before. All he got from was...

"Yes, daddy."

"Oh, does Professor Crewel remind you of your father?"

Amane wanted to laugh at her naivety if he wasn't being tied up and suspended in midair.

He remained like that for the rest of the period. Occasionally he would let out a joke or flirt with one of the students. Though nothing too vulgar, lest he would incur the wrath of the bi-colored man again.

He was finally free when the bell rang. Valerie had to pull him aside and gave a small warning for the next class.

"Please behave. Professor Trein is awfully strict, and I don't think he'll appreciate your humor." Amane wanted to protest, but the look she gave was enough to make him reconsider his words.

"Fine, I'll tone down my charms here too."

Looks like he’s seeing DILF again

Turns out, it was a good thing he did. The entire lesson was boring, and some students were nodding off. Ace got bored and decided to entertain himself with Lisha, while was Deuce truly focused on the lesson.

Valerie kept herself awake by having a small staring competition with Lucius. The cat's eyes were the perfect thing to keep her awake. A light snore disrupted her concentration from Lucius and glanced beside her.

Amane is already fast asleep and using a sleeping Grim as a pillow. The sight made her smile. But it didn't last long, as a large book slammed onto the table, waking everyone up.

"Gh-Huh!... Wha?" Amane rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, found himself being stared down by the elderly professor and his cat.

"Mr. Mania, I see you haven’t changed. Just because you are a guest doesn’t mean I will tolerate sleeping, so I expect proper respect from a guest." "Meow."

With that, he turned away and carried on with the lesson. Amane sunk low on his seat with a troubled look on his face. He is never pissing off that guy again.

Amane stretched himself on the patch of grass he and Lisha laid on. He was getting a kick out of seeing Valerie beating half of the boys in P.E. He cheered her on each exercise and laughed out loud at how some boys can't keep up with her. Namely Grim.

"Oi! Quit laughing!" The monster huffed as he tried and failed to do another push-up.

"Maybe if you'd stop using Valerie as carriage and start using those fat legs of yours, you wouldn't have much of a problem doing this." Ace snickered, having a much easier time than Grim. A whistle blew in the air.

"Alright! That's enough for today! You're all dismissed!"

Grim collapsed and panted heavily. Lisha hopped over to him and poked his fat tummy. The former tried to swat her way but was too tired to do so. Valerie shook her head and picked up her baby.

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"Yes! Finally lunch! Onward Henchwoman, you have to keep your promise to me!" Grim commanded, tugging the ends of her pink bow, steering her to the selection. Lisha was perched on her shoulder, preening her wings.

"Yes, yes." She casually said, maneuvering through bodies of students while keeping pace with her friends.

"Damn, I kind of miss this." Amane had to give the school credit for having such widespread choices.

"Oh, Valerie, take this stuffed crab! And this cordon bleu! And the lamb curry! And...and..." Grim kept on pointing at dishes and ordering Valerie to grab as much as possible. But she didn't mind, the food is food. She also took the liberty to take a chicken alfredo, salisbury steak, fruit milk, and tons of cinnamon rolls.

"Damn, that's a lot. You sure you can pay Sugar tits?" Amane probe, examining her tray filled to the brim with food Grim picked. On Amane's plate are a garden salad, croutons, and water.

"Sure, I can! I think." She muttered the last part, but he heard it. Amane pursed his lips, watching her fumble with her wallet. Before going stiff upon noticing what she had left. He sighed and went in front of her.

"I'd like to pay for mine and this girl's lunch." This action stunned her.

"B-But...T-This i-is unce-" She tried to protest, but he placed his finger on her lips.

"Hush Sugar tits. Think of this as a payment on what you spent on me during my recovery period."

Oh yeah, he ran her wallet dry with his expensive tastes. After paying, they saw Epel waving his hand and their way over. The boys did their best to stay calm, but the way Amane watched them with mischief in his eyes was hard.

"Haha! Thanks for the food!" Grim said as he happily devoured the food.

"So, how your day so far, Amane?" Valerie questioned as she gave small pieces of chicken to Lisha.

"Pretty good. Despite the fact, I was bound, hung upside down, and got slightly traumatized."

"That's all the students in Night Raven experienced." A new voice interjected. Next to their table stood Cater along with Trey and Riddle.

"Dorm leader Rosehearts! And Cater and Trey. Good afternoon." Deuce greeted his seniors.

"What's up?" Ace asked.

"I heard from the students that a man has been joining Valerie in her classes and has been an inconvenience to the teachers," Riddle replied, giving Amane a hard stare.

"Also, we just came to meet our guest of the day~" Cater airily added.

"Well, he's right here hot stuff~" Amane flirted. He thanked the Great 7 for making these schoolboys hot. Cater smiled in his direction.

"So you're the guy everyone's been talking about. Let's take a quick selfie you're joining too, Valerie." Cater threw his arm around him and pulled in Valerie too. He took his phone and snapped the pic.

"Hey! I didn't even prepare!" Amane complained. But Cater laughed.

"Relax, you look great. Especially you Vally~" Cater bopped her in the nose. She giggled at the action.

"What's your name? I need to tag you." He asked as he typed on his phone.

"The name's Amane Mania. What about you cuties~" He ended with a wink.

"I'm Riddle Rosehearts, dorm leader Heartslabyul." The young man proudly answered. Amane scrutinized him. His whole appearance is the perfect combination of handsome and adorable.

"I'm Trey Clover, the vice-dorm leader." Amane let out a low whistle as he ogled Trey.

"Hello, daddy~" Amane puckered lips and winked.

Trey let out a nervous laugh. "Nice to meet you too."

"Hey~ Don't forget about me. I'm Cater Diamond. Hey, look how many likes you got on MagiCam."

He showed them the pic. Cater had his signature smile and peace sign. Amane didn't smile, but he looked like one of those male models in magazines. Valerie looked like a deer in headlights with her lips forming a small o shape. They were getting approximately a hundred likes a second.

Amane hummed as he admired the picture. "Not bad, not bad. You should have pulled off something cuter, Val."

"She's always cute." Deuce blurted.

... ... ...

Deuce's face burned bright red once the words sank in and covered his face. Ace burst out in laughter, patting Deuce on the back. Epel tried to comfort Deuce but to no avail. Jack and Sebek merely shook their heads for their friend's mistake.

"Aww, thank you, Deuce. You're so sweet, and you're cute too." She sent him a closed-eyed smile.

Unaware of Ace's abrupt stop of his laughter or the irritated looks the rest of the boys are sending to Deuce. Amane, however, found it amusing.

Riddle cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Back to the main topic." He cast his eyes towards Amane.

"Even though you are a guest, you must conduct yourself and NOT create unsolicited trouble for anyone." He emphasized the last part, eyeing at ADeuce and Grim, who looked away from his gaze. Amane waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, cherry boy."

Ace choked on his drink and covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. Jack's eyes widen in disbelief, while Deuce, Epel, and Sebek just looked confused.

"Cherry... boy?" Epel repeated. Valerie and Grim were just as confused. But, Lisha just shook her head.

"Is it because his hair is the same color as a cherry?" Grim mused, Valerie shrugged.

"Could be."

Meanwhile, the boy in question frowned. Confused about the nickname and oblivious to the true meaning behind. However, the two seniors froze and stared at Amane slack-jawed. After a few moments of awkward silence, Trey let out another nervous laugh.

"Anyway, we should probably go and let you guys finish your lunch," Trey remarked.

"What's a cherry boy?" Riddle asked.

"Let's go, Riddle!" Trey exclaimed. Harshly tugging on his dorm leader's hand, Riddle stumbled from Trey's rushed steps with Cater not far behind. Failing to hold back his laughter. Valerie watched in confusion as her seniors retreated back to their table.

What was that about?

A loud banging interrupted her train of thought and turned her attention back to her friends.

Ace was booming with laughter, repeatedly banged his fist on the table, earning stares from the other students. Jack was furiously rubbing his temples, trying to fight back the blooming headache he was getting. While the other three just sat there, still confused.

"HHAHAHAHA! Oh, Great 7 that was too good!" Ace let out guffaws of laughter, leaning against the table.

"I can't believe you said that," Jack grumbled. Amane just stuck his tongue at him.

"I still don't get it," Deuce commented.

"Well, I'll gladly explain-ACK!" Amane offered but was cut-off by Lisha's brutal pecks and swipes of her tiny talons.

Deuce winced at the sight. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Oww! Hey! Quit that!" She didn't. Lisha has been with Amane long enough to endure his vulgar jokes to the point that they don't affect her. But she refuses to have the innocent corrupted too early. Especially Valerie.

Ace was calming down from his laughing fit and snickered at the sight of Amane being tortured by a tiny bird. Ah, revenge comes in unexpected ways.

Sebek voiced his exact thoughts. "Hmph. Serves him right for being so debouched." Folding his arms and casting a disapproving look at the hetero male.

"Should we do something?" Epel asked. As much as he enjoys Amane's pain, he had to pity him. His grandfather was attacked by a flock of owls when he was younger, and he still has faint scars from the incident.

"I'm pretty sure Valerie's got this under control," Jack replied, and he was right.

The opal-eyed girl managed to catch the small owl when she too busy tugging on Amane's hair. Lisha hooted a protest, but it died down once Valerie rubbed her head.

"Good girl, stay calm." Once Lisha was calm, she went back to her discarded chicken pieces.

Once they finished lunch, they were headed to class when they were stopped by Professor Crewel. After giving Amane a warning glare, he asked Valerie to pick up a few magnolia petals from the botanical garden due to a student accidentally using too much.

"Of course. Honestly, I prefer favors from you than from the crow." She admitted. The man gave a deep chuckle.

"Careful pup, last time when Crowley walked into a conversation like this, he sulked for a week." He warned, but there was a smirk on his face.

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parkmuse · 4 years

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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 2 (M)

Word Count: 7,474 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Taco ain’t your innocent kitty no more.

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You let out a heavy sigh, flipping through channels out of boredom in your living room. You keep glancing over at your phone, biting your lip as you gave in and opened the lock screen.

No new messages.

You swipe open the phone and you’re met with a photo of you and Namjoon from your anniversary. Both of you are smiling like idiots, him with his chin resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around you with the big Christmas tree brightly shining in the background. You smile at the memory, but it finally dawned on you that this was all in the past.

You roughly chucked your phone to the opposite side of the couch, expecting a loud thump but instead a cry of pain erupted from beside you causing you to jump in your seat. You looked over to see your precious little fluff ball curled up, ears faltered and then you realized exactly what you just did.

“OH MY GOD TACO I’M SO SORRY!” You scooped him up into your arms, showering his face with kisses as you profusely apologized to your poor cat.

You bring him onto your lap, stroking his head as you scratch behind his ears. In turn he purrs, snuggling up against you as a gesture to say he forgave you, then licked at the exposed skin on your thigh.

You smile at him when he looks up to you and meows, lifting himself up until you’re face to face with him. His paw lightly strokes at your cheek, then he brings his face to caress against yours. You giggle, lightly stroking his back as you start playing with his tail.

You were really happy to have Taco alongside you especially at this point of your life. When you feel sad he makes you feel better, and when you’re lonely he’ll be there to comfort you, licking your face and cuddling with you until your tears dry up and your memories of your horrible ex-boyfriend fade away.

“You’re so cute, Taco.” You continue playing with his tail, letting it glide through your fingertips as you use your other hand to stroke his back.

All of a sudden his purrs are overpowered by what sounded like heavy grunting, making your eyebrows crinkle in confusion.

“Are you okay Taco?”

He continues to make those deep, heavy grunts, then changed to what sounded like panting as if he had just run a marathon. Suddenly your vision blurred, your surroundings oddly morphing into some weird spiral that ended up turning pitch black.

You groan in your spot, slowly opening your eyes as the sun’s warm rays shine brightly in your face, slightly pulling you out of your dream state. You’re still half asleep, still tired from all that craziness that occurred in your dream last night when Taco turned into some hot naked dude in your bed. God, you must have been so desperate to get over Namjoon your brain whipped up some really weird ass shit.

You attempted to stretch, but something constricted your movements. You tried moving your arms, then you realized one of your hands was grasping onto something warm and fuzzy. You curiously squeezed it, stroking it between your hands with half lidded eyes but froze once you heard a guttural moan right in your ear.

Slowly you realized you weren’t alone in bed. Thick arms were tightly wrapped around you, legs were tangled along with yours, and hot breaths panted against your ear. You were still slightly in a daze but woke up immediately once you felt a hot, slick muscle swipe against the shell of your ear followed by another deep groan.

“Y/N, mm, don’t squeeze too hard,”

He pulls you closer to him, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck before latching his lips onto it. He ran his wet tongue along the expanse of your neck, slowly running upward towards your ear. He catches your lobe between his lips, nibbling lightly causing shivers to run up your spine.

By reflex you squeeze the object in your hand again, making him buck against you and moan your name aloud in a raspy tone.

“Fuck Y/N, I told you not too hard!”

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him, emerald eyes stabbing daggers into you. You were about to say something but realized the object just twitched in your hands, then you frantically pull off the covers.

You were mortified to find him naked against you again, dick out and rubbing against your leg. But what really caused you to want to faint and leave this world for good was what was in your grasp. A brown tail in your hands; a brown fucking tail that came from between his legs.

You screamed aloud then quickly shoved him off of you, kicking and thrashing until you succeeded in throwing him off the bed.

You hear a loud grunt from below, then you slowly peek over.

“What the fuck was that for?!” He says as he sat up. His ears flop down as he rubs the back of his head.

You stare at him in shock, realizing your figment of your imagination didn’t come from your dream.

This is real.

He’s real.

Taco’s not your small cute little fluff ball anymore, he’s morphed into a human man. A hot but naked pervy little-

“God, is this how it’s gonna be every morning from now on? It’s barely 9, let me sleep some more,” He moves to stand up but he jumps in his place when you scream again.

“NO! Y-YOU’RE NAKED!”

“Y/N, you’ve seen me like this all the time. Why are you so shy now?” He quickly shoots you a suggestive smirk. “Oh, is it because it’s the biggest you’ve seen-“

You slug a pillow straight into his face causing him to fall back to the ground with a thud, groaning aloud again.

You jump from the bed and run over to your closet, opening the bottom drawer and pulling some of Namjoon’s old clothes out. You curse to yourself as you can’t help but inhale the remnants of his cologne that lingered on his shirt. You really have to get rid of these.

Once you kick some sense into yourself you turn to Tae and toss the clothes at him. “I don’t care if you were a cat or are a cat or whatever the fuck, if you’re staying with me you’re not walking around naked so put those on.”

He pouts at you, giving you his big, glossy eyes as his ears falter. After a good few seconds he realizes you aren’t going to give in, rolling his eyes dramatically and letting out an annoyed huff. He throws on the t-shirt and immediately groans in disgust, “God, this smells like shit. I always hated whenever baboon would come over and stink up the whole place.”

“His name is Namjoon,” you blatantly corrected him.

“Same thing! Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re together anymore-oof!”

You quickly swung another pillow straight into his face, making him fall back again. He rubs his head and groans, “What the hell was that for?!”

“Just hurry up and get dressed! We’re going somewhere.” You stomp out of the room and head to the restroom, slamming the door on your way in. You can’t lie and say that Tae didn’t just hit home. Why did you care? Why do you still care about that cheating asshole?

You hate that you let tears fall for someone that did you dirty, that would throw away years of a relationship; for someone that wasn’t worth it. Why were you still in love with him?

Soft scratches against the door stopped your sniffling. “What?” You said after clearing your throat and trying to sound as normal as possible. You rubbed your eyes as the door slowly squeaked opened, cat ears peeking through the door. You quickly looked away not wanting him to see you pathetically falling apart. “What is it? I’m almost done, we’re not showering together if that’s what you’re here for-“

He turns you toward him, grabbing your hands to lower it from your face. Once he gets a good look at you his eyebrows crinkle in distress, head tilting to the side. “Why are you sad?”

“I’m not, I just washed my face and got something in my eye-“ Before you could finish he grabs ahold of your chin in his hand, swooping down to run his tongue along the side of your cheek. He runs his slick muscle upward, lapping up your tears before kissing the side of your eye. He moves back to look at you again, visibly upset.

“You were crying, I could hear you from the other room.” Damn those cat ears. “Did I say something? I’m sorry if I made you sad.” He bites his lip, then brings his head to the crane of your neck. He rests both of his hands on each side of you, trapping you between him and the sink. He runs his nose along your flesh, lightly nipping at your soft spot making you relax. Your heart was beating a mile a minute at the sudden contact, but it felt…nice.

“Will you forgive me?” He slowly draws circles with his thumbs along your hips, lightly ghosting his lips along your jawline. He rests his forehead onto yours, bringing his hands to your face. You two stare at each other for a long moment in silence, your breathing being the only thing echoing along the walls.

Tae was very, very, very handsome, and sometimes you forget for a moment that this guy is half human. At least that’s what he says—he probably somehow broke into your house, kidnapped your cat and cosplays as Taco. But a big part of you feels as though he is really telling you the truth, that he’s being this gentle because he’s your best friend and has always been with you from thick or thin. His emerald eyes show pure concern, kindness and love that you really need at this moment.

You instinctively lick your lips and his eyes quickly dart down to your mouth, causing him to slowly lick his own as well. The concern over his face quickly changed to something much darker as his eyes stared daggers into you.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He slowly moves in and you close your eyes, heart about to jump out of your chest. He swipes his tongue along your top lip, the sudden warmth making you moan a little. He licks the corner of your mouth, then nibbles on your bottom lip causing you to groan and clench onto his shirt tighter.

“Tae,” you say breathlessly as he brushes your hair behind your ears, tracing a finger down your jawline before grabbing ahold of your chin again. He takes his thumb and rests it on top of your bottom lip, pulling it downward.

“Open up for me,” He says in a low grunt, grinding his hips into yours, “Open up for meowster-“

You move forward and quickly bite on his thumb, causing him to yelp and back up. “What the hell Y/N?!”

“Meowster? You’re ridiculous,” You spew as you shove past him with flushed cheeks and out the door.

“Like master! But I’m half cat, get it? Don’t you have a sense of humor?” He pouts while sucking on his thumb.

“Just hurry up and get ready!”

After what felt like ages to force Tae to suck it up and put on the rest of his clothing, you two took off. You whacked his hand each time he tried to touch the beanie you took 20 minutes getting both his ears to fit snugly inside, and he always responds with a hiss and a pout back at you. A part of you is a bit happy you chose his attire, having his fringe out of his eyes and showing off his beautiful emerald eyes. You never noticed how his eyebrows were so defined and having his forehead shown made him ten times more attractive than before.

"You know you don't only have to look, you can touch too."

You didn't realize you were shamelessly checking him out, a smug smirk plastered on his face as you catch a glimpse of his pink muscle dip out from his mouth, making his bottom lip glisten.

"You're so full of it," You scoff, turning away as a blush creeps up your cheeks from being caught red handed.

"I think the one who's going to be full of it tonight is you-OW!" You give a hard left hook into his side, making him gasp out in pain.

"Keep it up and you'll be a prune by the time I'm done with you," you say as you roll your eyes from his exaggerated cry of pain.

"K-kinky...it's okay, I like it rough," He manages to wink at you as he clutches to his side.

You sigh in annoyance, "Okay hurry up, I don't want to run into crowds." You pick up the pace on the sidewalk, him following suit and catching up with you.

"Where are we going anyways?"

"To the mall. I wanna see if that Santa is still there. Maybe he knows why the fuck you turned human." You quickly dodge a group of teenage kids on their phones, not even bothering to look at their surroundings as their eyes stayed glued to the little lit up screens in their hands.

"Why do you want to talk to a mall Santa? What would that fake perv even know?"

"Just shut up and follow me!" You finally reached a crosswalk and clicked the button on the pole. You stand there, tapping your feet impatiently as you watch cars speed past you. After a few moments you realized that for once, Tae actually listened to you and really did shut his god damn annoying mouth. How surprising, he should be like this more often. It makes him a lot cuter-

You turn your head to talk to him but he's nowhere to be seen. You panic for a moment, hoping he didn't just run off and have a wardrobe malfunction like flashing his long ass ugly tail in public. You're about to take a step back but your feet kick onto something on the floor, halting you. You look down, not expecting to actually find what you're looking for.

Tae is on the floor in an inhuman crouching position, staring intently right above him. You have no fucking clue what the hell he was doing, and his strange posture is catching everyone's attention around you.

"Tae what the fuck are you doing?!" You hiss at him, reaching for his arm to get him to stand up again. He quickly dodges your hand by hopping strategically over to the left side, eyes still glued right above. You can't help but get even more irritated, "Tae, seriously, you need to-"

"Shhhh," He whispered back, eyes still staring at the sky, "You're gonna make it aware."

You look at him like he's gone insane, then follow his eyes up to the top of a tree. You see a tiny bird there in its nest, resting on top of a large branch.

"Dinner is on me tonight-"

You whack him on the back of the head and before he can yell at you for hurting him again you pull him by the arm and across the street. He groans as he clutches the back of his head, "Y/N, I know hitting me turns you on and all but you can't actually hurt me-"

You turn to face him, a vein already popping out of your temple as you let go of his wrist. "You seriously have to stop with this bullshit. You're human now! At least the majority of you...but try to act like a regular human being, especially in public. I don't want someone to call the cops on some cosplaying, bird hunting weirdo."

"Did you see the feathers on that one?! It was probably so juicy, you're seriously missing out-" He stopped speaking once you cracked your knuckles, preparing to hit him again.

"Fine, fine," He huffed, "I'll be human for you."

"Thank you." You two start walking at a steady pace again, a few blocks away from the mall.

"I'll show you what a real man is like since you want me to so bad," You heard him whisper huskily under his breath, brushing his hand against your side. Your eyebrows crinkle in distress and you're about to turn to give him another knuckle sandwich but all of a sudden he lets go, pouncing forward onto a passerby, knocking both of them to the ground. Everything happened so fast you don't understand what could have possibly happened, but could Tae seriously not even act human for two fucking seconds?

You see the man in a black hooded sweater groan from underneath Tae, his jet black fringe covering his closed eyes. He's making a move to get up but Tae has him pinned down, inching closer to his face. Everyone nearby stops again, waiting for a fight to unfold.

"I knew it was you. Still ugly even in human form," Tae chuckled. The man finally opens his eyes, looking up at Tae before his eyes popped wide open.

You're about to pull him off and just buy a damn leash for the guy since he can't control himself, but then you hear him talk.

"What the fuck? Tae?" He finally moves off of him and pulls him to sit up, crouching in a cat like manner in front of the stranger. Once people in the surrounding area realize nothing is going to happen, they continue on walking.

"I guess my good looks still run strong when I'm in this form, huh?"

The stranger brushes himself off, still observing Tae from head to toe. "You didn't have to fucking tackle me down, you could have just said hi. When did you turn human?"

You were still standing there beside them, completely lost at what was going on. Did Tae know this guy? Who was he? Maybe some old neighbor that would leave some milk out for him at his windowsill at night? You were trying to figure out who this mystery man was, then his hood slipped off his head. He immediately pulled it back on, but not before you were able to catch a glimpse at the top of his head.

Without a doubt you saw a pair of cat ears, ones similar to Tae's but the back was black and the inside was a bit more pink. Your jaw dropped and he saw your reaction, a hint of amusement on his stone cold facial expression. You didn't miss the side of his mouth twitching upwards a bit, but then his attention turned back to Tae.

"Just yesterday man, still not really used to all these free form movements." Tae arranges his fingers to form the word "blood," then proceeds to shoot little finger guns at him.

The man nods, then pushes himself to stand up. "Well, try and act a bit fucking normal next time. Damn, that hurt." He rubs his lower back, then turns his attention at you. "Who's this pretty little bird?"

"Y/N," you answered, trying to ignore his weird little nickname for you. When he smiled he actually looked really cute, a lot different than his intimidating expression from earlier.

"That's a sweet name, suits its owner." He took a step over to you, "Ever wonder what it would be like to stroke a hybrid Persian's-"

"Fuck off Yoongi, get your own owner!" Tae hisses, shoving himself in between yourself and the black haired boy. He clutches onto your sides, blocking you from him. Were his shoulders always this broad?

Yoongi chuckles, "I was just playing around Tae. Jeez, you get so possessive sometimes." He puts his hands in his pockets, then begins walking the opposite direction. "Seems like you were in a rush somewhere so I'll be going now. I'll see you two around." He winks at you, making Tae growl under his breath.

"Fucking Persians, always think they're top notch breeds," He says once that Yoongi guy was out of earshot.

"Look who's talking," You respond, "Anyways, who was that guy?"

"Some dude I knew awhile back. I didn't even know he was in this form now, but I recognized his scent off the bat. He always reeks of coffee and mint."

"So he's a cat too?"

"Yeah, hybrid. I wonder if anyone else we've known are human now too." You didn't know that Tae wasn't the only one who could have possibly changed like this. You thought this was all by chance, all because of your dumb wish you made with Santa last night.

"So you're telling me this has happened before?" You groan. What's the point in even going to the mall now? This definitely didn't happen because of a wish upon a star, so there's no point in talking to the fake Santa that gets paid minimum wage to falsely make dreams for idiots like you to believe will come true. You two just got there too.

"Yes, but a while ago. But don't worry Y/N, I still know how to use it! I made sure last night-“

He cries in pain when you kick him in the shin, “I don’t know why I haven’t put a muzzle on you by now.”

“S-save that for the bedroom, I love being gagged.“

You were getting real tired of this kid, or cat, whatever. What the hell were you going to do now? You have no idea how this happened, why this happened, and why this especially happened to you.

Why did the universe hate you so bad they turned your cat into a pervy, obnoxious little half human?

You pause at the front of the mall, watching as kids run by into the winter wonderland. Your eyes get lost as they travel to the big Christmas tree above, still as beautiful as ever when you saw it yesterday. Memories start flooding again back to when you and Namjoon would go on dates there, your hands intertwined and bodies molding perfectly against each other as you gaze across the twinkling lights above. You two would stand there, counting all the stars that dangled along the tree before it got so cold both your teeth would chatter. He'd surprise you with hot chocolate at your favorite cafe, the sweet aroma filling your senses and the silky texture spreading warmth throughout your soul. Then he'd pull you closer, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple before whispering sweet I love yous as he rakes his hand through your hair, turning you around to plant a passionate kiss over your lips. Every moment with him always felt so right, and you always felt safe tucked into his arms.

Two arms suddenly wrap around you and engulf you into a hug. A broad chest is pressed flushed against your back as a chin rests on top of your head. You immediately recognize the all too familiar scent, your body slowly relaxing as you inhale his musky cologne.

You were in Namjoon's arms.

You two are here on your date, the one you both planned a few weeks back. He hugs you tighter from behind, bringing his lips to your temple once more as you close your eyes and bask in his touch and all his warmth.

Everything else was a dream. Taco is at home, sprawled on the floor and napping as usual. Namjoon never left you; he was here with you now, forever and always like he said. You slowly reach up and grasp onto his long sleeve you loved seeing him wear so much. You smile softly and turn towards him, "Nam-"

You're met with a head that immediately clashes to your forehead, making you groan out loud. Before you can say something his head automatically drifts upwards, his nose and forehead brushing roughly against the side of your face. Your cheeks rub against each other and soft purrs fill your ears.

Your eyes finally adjust to see Tae in front of you, continuing to rub his face onto your skin and into the curve of your neck. You can't imagine how weird this must look in another person's point of view, some dude just rubbing his entire face all over your damn head while you stand there and let it happen. You forgot that you gave him a pair of Namjoon's old clothes, and you not seeing him from behind earlier just made everything seem so real.

You snap out of your thoughts when you feel a squeeze against your ass, followed by a warm tongue swiping at the corner of your mouth. "Mm, I bet you taste way better than catnip-"

You shove him off of you, quickly wiping your mouth as your cheeks heat up again. "Stop rubbing yourself all over me!"

"You always let me do it before! I don't get why its’ a problem now," He huffs. "You're so soft and you smell so good, I can't help it."

You blush harder than before, but chose to ignore his statement. You take a good look at him in your ex-boyfriend's clothes, and the remnants of his scent just makes it hurt even more. Once you compose yourself you grab him by the sleeve and drag him towards a store nearby.

"Since we're here anyways, let's buy you some new clothes. Those really do reek."

You enter the first clothing store you see and walk over to the men's section. The racks were filled with plaid button ups and neutral colored shirts, all of which would probably look amazing on Tae but you didn't want to boost his ego. You skim through some clothes and pull out a nice cream colored long sleeve, followed by some slightly baggy black pants that could easily hide his tail.

"Here, try these on." You toss the clothes over to him and he catches them in his arms.

"Why do I have to wear clothes? I'd be doing everyone a favor if I graced everyone's eyes with my naked body," He huffs.

"Can you stop being gross and just try them on?" You roll your eyes, turning back to look at some more clothes for him.

"Y/N?"

You immediately freeze up. You knew that voice anywhere.

"I knew it was you!"

Your eyes unwillingly meet his in front of you. He's wearing the exact clothes last time you saw him, but they're actually on his body rather than strewn all over the living room floor. He's wearing a beanie so his fringe doesn't cover his eyes, that same smirk plastered on his face that you knew too well and fell in love with.

"Namjoon." You didn't know what else to say. You couldn't think of anything else to say.

Right after you spoke someone comes and grabs him by the arm, flinging herself onto him. "Babe, I thought I lost you! Why did you run off so- Y/N? What are you doing here?"

This was your worst nightmare come true. The two people you never wanted to see again were standing right in front of you, holding hands and probably on a date. Namjoon was here with Yoona, your ex best friend that also went against your back and broke your trust. You had so much you wanted to say, so many questions on why they would ever do this to you but nothing came out.

"Helloooo? Earth to Y/N? I asked you a question," Yoona said. She smirked when you were still frozen on the spot, not a peep out of you. "Cat got your tongue? You always seem to be out of words when it comes to us. Just like last time when you caught us, all you did was stare," She sneered. "You don't even have a boyfriend anymore, why are you even shopping for men's clothes?"

You feel like you couldn't breathe. Did she really just bring that up? It felt like a punch in the gut.

"She's here with me, I'm her boyfriend."

Tae partly shields you behind him, stepping in between again. He grabs your hand and intertwines them, pulling them up to his face to place a soft kiss before bringing them back down. He turns to you and gives you a soft smile, squeezing your hand once more.

Yoona's jaw drops, ogling Tae like he was some model that jumped out of a GQ catalog. Namjoon looks surprised as well, his smirk slightly faltering as his eyebrows crease. He quickly regains his composure, smiling back at you two once more.

"I see you've already moved on Y/N- wait, are those my fucking clothes?"

You see Namjoon's eyebrows raise, looking Tae up and down. You curse to yourself, forgetting that you gave him those clothes to wear and he hasn't changed out of them yet.

"Why are you wearing my clothes? Wait, did she ask you to wear them?" He laughs out loud while Yoona giggles beside him, clutching harder onto his arm. "Wow Y/N, I didn't know you were that obsessed to actually have your boy toy play dress up as me."

He takes a step forward, clutching onto the neck hole of Tae's shirt. "I've been meaning to go get these back, but seems like she needs it more than I do."

Tae smacks his arm away before saying, "You can have them back. They fucking stink anyways." He lets go of your hand and pulls his pants down in front of you three, right in the aisle in public inside the store. All three of your jaws drop, and he continues by taking off his shirt and throwing it at Namjoon. He reaches for the hem of his boxers but Namjoon quickly stops him, "NO! Dude, keep those on." Tae huffs, slightly wishing Namjoon would want them back, but reluctantly keeps them on. You're glad he didn't go that far since his tail is still out of view.

All three of you are standing there staring at a barely clothed Tae bewildered, people nearby throwing out disgusted remarks or covering their eyes as they pass by, but the silence is broken when Namjoon lets out another hearty laugh. He clutches his stomach as he keels over, wiping a tear that slipped from his eye.

"Damn Y/N, where'd you find this one? Quick fucks on Tinder won't give you two year relationships, you know. Just freaks, and it seems like you've got a perfect one in your hands."

You don't even know the guy standing in front of you right now. Never in all the time you've known Namjoon has he ever spoken to you like this, let alone implying that you're some easy slut when he knows all too well he was your first for everything. He was your first date, your first kiss, your first love. All you wanted to do was get out of here and hide out at home to cry your eyes out for the rest of eternity.

"You can't ever find someone like me, even if you tried to make one with your sick fantasies.” He turns to Tae. “Does she tell you to fuck her like me too?"

"Don't ever fucking talk about her like that." You hear Tae snarl in front of you, talking a step forward and into Namjoon's face.

"I don't know what this girl's told you man, but I'd be careful with her. Don't listen to cheap sluts-" Next thing you know Tae pounces onto him, knocking him to the ground. He's got one of his hands pressed onto Namjoon's chest, his face a mere inches from his, heaving over him. His stance is like that of a lion's, about to end his prey.

"Call her that again and I'll fucking kill you!" Tae growls over him, digging his nails into the flesh of Namjoon's chest. Namjoon groans in pain, and Yoona is screaming uncontrollably behind a rack which brings all the attention back to us. Her annoying cries brings you back to your senses, and you immediately rush over to pull him off.

"Tae, stop!" You attempt to grab his arm but he doesn't budge. He pushes Namjoon further into the concrete, reaching with his other hand to grasp onto his throat. The beanie on his head slides off, revealing his two ears at the top of his head.

Namjoon is still fighting against him, but freezes once he catches sight of his head. "W-What the fuck?" Tae's ears twitch, standing tall as he continues his attack on Namjoon, but before he can crush his neck you quickly slide your hand down his boxers, grabbing his tail harshly. Tae lets go of his throat and moans aloud, hands shaking as they're planted on either side of Namjoon's head on the concrete.

"O-Oh my god," He moans, suddenly moving his hips against the boy to relieve some kind of friction.

"What the-" Namjoon looks confused as ever, but immediately screams once he feels something hard against his thigh. "DUDE GET OFF ME!"

You squeeze his tail harder, stroking it as you grab under his shoulders to pull him off of him. You finally succeed, Tae still being affected by your touch. You quickly shove his tail back into his boxers, pulling his beanie over his head but not before you catch Namjoon staring intensely at what was in your hands.

"What-"

"Come on Tae, let's go." You don't let Namjoon finish, pulling you two across the store as people watch you drag a half naked man into the dressing room. You lock the door behind you, putting the clothes on the hook as Tae leans against the mirror, huffing.

You glare at him, "Why the hell would you-"

"Did you hear how he was talking to you? What he called you? I'll fucking kill him," He growled under his breath once more. You've never seen him look so angry, so hostile and his eyes just showed how serious he was about what he was saying. He took a step closer to you, "Move so I can finish what I started with that jackass."

"No! They're just words, I could care less!" You say as convincingly as you could, trying to push him back but his strength was too much for you.

"Don’t lie! They hurt you! I could feel it. He hurt you, and I won't let anybody ever do that to you." He tried to make his way around you but you wouldn't budge away from the door.

"Please Tae, don't do this." You pleaded.

"I can still smell that asshole, he's still nearby. Now move." You saw how determined he was, and you knew he wasn't planning on stopping until he got to Namjoon again.

You brought your hands to his head, the beanie slipping off again. You pulled his head downward to look you in the eyes. He was livid, you can see his emerald eyes staring daggers and his nose flaring. You brush one of your hands upwards and to his ear, scratching lightly.

Your touch makes him falter a bit, making him grunt. You continue your actions and he puts his hands on each side of your head, scraping the door lightly.

"Just let me-"

"Please." You bring a hand to his back, releasing his tail from his boxers. You tug at the base lightly, making him groan and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You continue to stroke lightly while scratching behind his ears, making him moan huskily into your ear.

"Fuck," He groans, his hands moving to rest on your hips, mouth latching onto the side of your neck. You moan lightly, craning your neck to the side to give him easier access. He laps at one of your sensitive spots and you press more firmly on his tail, making his hips rut into yours. The thin fabric of the boxers leaves little barriers and you can feel his hard length press against you, making you mewl out his name.

He starts grinding into you at a steady pace, a few harsh thrusts here and there that brushes deliciously along your core, your stomach tightening at the feeling. He nibbles on your neck, then sucks harshly making you grasp onto his hair.

"Tae," you moan. You feel the sting on your neck when he bites down, lapping up the spot where he marked you. He hikes you up and you bring your arms around his neck, your legs on either side of his waist.

"You’re mine," He grunts, driving his hips into yours, groaning your name in your ear as you do the same with his.

You watch through the mirror across at how Tae is ravaging you, pressing you firmly against the wall as he laps over the dark purple mark on your neck. His hips keep a quick pace, your fingers digging further into his broad shoulders as you let out quiet, choked moans.

The dressing room is nothing but the sounds of your mewls and his heavy breathing, constant thuds of the door clacking back and forth each time he drives you into the wall again. He picks up the pace and his moans get louder, desperation spilling out of his mouth. The cords in your stomach are snapping one by one, just a bit more to have you falling over the edge.

"Fuck Tae, I think I'm gonna-"

Two loud bangs vibrate against the door of the dressing room, making you two jump.

"EXCUSE ME, THIS IS A BUSINESS. WE MUST ASK YOU TWO TO LEAVE THE STORE IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL CONTACT THE POLICE," You hear from the other side of the door.

You're embarrassed as ever, letting out a small sorry as you hear the angry footsteps get fainter and fainter. You two are still panting, trying to catch your breath.

Your hands are still wrapped around his neck and he still has you pinned to the door. Just the sounds of your regulating breaths was strangely comforting, and you lock eyes with Tae once more. You lean forward and kiss him on his nose, caressing one of his cheeks. He stares at you with wide eyes, his ears twitching and flicking upwards.

"Do that again."

You lean forward, kissing him on the nose again.

"Again."

You leave another peck on his nose, seeing his ears standing straight and eyes practically boring into you like you just gave him the best present he could ask for. You giggle at his cute reaction, then he leans in to swipe his tongue along your top lip. The momentary warmth felt so nice, and a part of you is craving for more. He moves to leave a kiss on the top of your nose, then rests his forehead on yours.

His lips ghost over yours, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Meowster thinks we should continue this in your bedroom," He says as he licks his lips. You smash your forehead against his, making him groan and release you from his hold. "What was that for?!"

"You're dumb, now put those clothes on so we can leave!" You say as you open the door and walk out of the dressing room.

After paying for the clothes and being frowned upon by everyone in the store, you two decided to head back home. Tae begged you for some ice cream after seeing a huge sign in front of the store that read "It's meownificent!" (owners probably had a cat fetish), so you stopped in and got two cones. You walked in silence as you licked up your melting dessert, Tae lapping his up and getting it all over his face. You passed him a napkin but he insisted he didn't need one, wiping it on his arm and licking it off himself.

“Napkins are for muggles,” He says as he continues to clean himself with his tongue. You roll your eyes, then go back to eating your ice cream.

It’s melting really fast, some of it dripping onto your hand and down your index finger. You try to prevent it slipping further down your fingers with the napkin, but Tae’s reaction was more quick than yours. He grabs your hand and brings it to his face, taking your index finger into his mouth and lightly sucking on it. His tongue twirls around it, lapping up all the sweet cream.

“Mmm,” He moans as he still has your finger in his mouth. He finally releases it, making a popping sound, “Tastes so good.”

You whip your hand away as you furiously blush, accidentally pushing the cone toward your face. The ice cream smears a bit on your cheek and your lip, and before you can reach to wipe it off your chin is grabbed and Tae’s tongue is lapping up the mess. He swipes up your cheek, then turns your head so you’re face to face with him. He’s so close his breaths are fanning against your face, then he leans in and licks your lips. His tongue dips into the crevice of your mouth, making its way to get every bit of cream off your lips. You unintentionally whimper at the feeling, clutching his sleeve as he continues his ministrations. He nibbles on your bottom lip before letting go of you, “There, all clean! I told you no one needs napkins-“ You punch him in the gut, making him groan.

“Y-you can’t just do that!” You blush as you try to give him an angry look over your embarrassment. He huffs something along the lines of it’s a free country as you wipe your hands with the napkins.

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, a feeling of dread suddenly surging through you. Tae turns over to you and his eyebrows crinkle once he sees your facial expression, “What’s wrong?”

“What are we going to do now?” You sigh. “How do we get you back into a cat?”

You toss your cone into a nearby trash can, “I don’t even know why this is happening, and why to me? What did I do? Why was I cursed to be stuck with your pervy little-

“Why do you want me to turn back into a cat so badly? Is it that bad to have me this way?” You look up, surprised to see how somber his face looked.

“But you’re supposed to be-“

“Who says I’m supposed to be a cat? And when I was, you’d always tell me how much you loved me. We’d sleep together, eat together. You’d always talk to me, tell me everything. And now when I’m like this, you treat me lower than a fucking pet.” He turns away, and you could see how genuinely upset he is.

“I can’t help this happened, but all I ever did was love you. Why does it matter how I look?” He says in a broken tone.

You bite your lip, feeling bad at how you’ve been treating him. He’s right— all Tae has ever done was stay by your side, helping you when you needed it, comforting you when you were sad. Even if he’s human now, he’s been the same sweet, caring friend you’ve always had. And all you’ve done since the incident was be a dick to him.

You walk up to him, reaching for his hand. He’s still looking away, so you bring your other hand to his cheek, making him look over. It breaks your heart once you see how sad he actually was, and it made you feel like the worst person on the planet.

You caress his cheek, squeezing his hand lightly, “I-“

“Tae?”

Both your heads whip over to a women standing a few feet in front of you. She has long, wavy black hair that cascades past her rosy cheeks and milky colored skin. Her makeup is nice and light, but you can tell she would be beautiful even without it. You see her surprised facial expression, and you’re confused as ever. How could she possibly know him? She must’ve confused him for someone else, there’s no way-

“Youngji.” Tae whips his hand away from you, causing you to flinch. You can’t help but feel a little hurt since he’s never shied away from your touch. He turns his body so your other hand is away from his cheek, moving his hands to his pockets as his eyes never leave the woman.

She gives him a faint smile, “Long time no see.”

#taehyung fic #tae x reader #taehyung x reader #reader insert #kim taehyung #bts fic #tae fic #wonhopes

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savnofilter · 5 years

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Kinktober Day 7

neko!ashido

wanring(s): pet play, slight dub-con.

genre: smut, holiday special

read more: kinktober(uary) | part two

summary: you’re supposed to be studying, but would you be a good owner if you denied her of her wishes?

“(Y/N)~ Come play with me~” Mina coed in your ear, hands moving up to trace your sides hands dangerously moving closer to your chest. You stop her hands with a huff. Mina gives you an annoyed mewl, taunting you as she breathes into you ear making you roll your eyes.

“Mina I’m trying to study. You’re almost as bad as when you’re a cat…” You mumble the last part as she mewls at you once again. You ignore her advances, shrugging off her hands that once again find its way to obstruct your view of your paper.

It had been like this for about two hours and you were beginning to get fed up. You loved Mina to death. But she was getting increasingly more needy and needy as time passed and it was starting to irk you. You almost blew a vein only earning a devilish giggle from your feline friend and making you groan in complete loss. Did you really have to cave in just to please her? That is a felines way anyways and you really needed to get this studying in…

“Fine! I’ll do whatever you want, but you need to let me study for however long I’d like.” You point at her earning a bright grin and nod of her head. Mina rubs her head against yours, hands already under your shirt and on your chest. You try shying away from her advances, a soft moan escaping your lips from embarrassment.

“I wanna reverse the roles~” She suggests in your ear, other hand moving to slip into your pants and underwear with ease. “I saw this cool video of a human being a ‘pet’ to one another on that dirty website you usually visit~ we should try it.” She purrs in your ear, pulling away from your needy body and pulling your chair back to allow you to get up.

“Mina have you been on my computer again? You know how I don’t like those sites-” Her lips connect with yours harshly. You whimper a protest as she pulls away and slips off your clothes and pulls you down to the floor. You blush heavily looking up at your already half naked neko-friend, who chose instead to sit in the chair you occupied before.

“Purr for me (Y/N)~” She commands, guiding your head between her pink thighs making you blush heavily. You gulp, closing your eyes for a moment to remind yourself that you were doing this to get done with your studies.

“M-Meow..~” You let out pathetically, looking up at her as you do so trying to ignore just the bit of arousal you were starting to feel. Mina’s tail and ears twitch excitedly at your submission. Of course she’d never let you top, in fact only being a power bottom when doing so but this was fun. Mina looks around your desk area, snatching up a scarf and tying it around your neck like a leash making you whimper.

You stare up at her exposed and perky breasts, wanting to just touch her already but you knew she’d never let you finish if you disobeyed one of the known rules between you two.

At this spot, you could smell her arousal, feeling one of your own -- eliciting your own pang of arousal to hit through you. She tugs you away from her to give herself enough room too take off your shorts (she loved wearing your clothes instead of her own) and press your face to it. Mina keeps cat like grin on her excited and flushed face.

“Go ahead and eat it up kitty~” She encourages, letting out a growl as she feels you start to lap up at her wet cunt. Your eyes haze, watching up at her as she grinds up against your face excitedly. You lick a long stripe up her lips, prodding her clit then teeth lightly skimming the bud making her jump and purr at the sensation. Just as you were preparing yourself to stick your tongue in, she tugs your “leash” away and patting your head as she admires the juices coating your face. “Meow for me pet -- and give me a good hip sway too~”

You do as told, also admiring her beautiful and luscious body growing hotter under her gaze. It was no secret she was a perv, often sniffing your clothes or giving you more than generous very inappropriate “diy” awakenings in the early mornings. She watched in hunger as your cute little hips swayed, and went back to lapping at her soaking folds.

Mina loved watching you beneath her and she was getting a kick from the new experience of not being the one between your own legs (not like she didn’t enjoy it in the first place). This was a whole new kick that was sending her a delectable orgasm about to rip through her like she needed it. She held soft but firmly held you towards her cunt as she released on your face. She through her head back, pink skin glistening with sweat at how happily you were still going at it. Her hand left your head before giving you a cat like grin as she sluggishly gets out of her chair to lean down and kiss your slick covered mouth.

You were beat red as she unties the scarf that was tied around your neck and placed a big shirt on you and sitting you back in your chair. You turn with a look of disbelief on your face as you she gives you a rivaling your with a mocking confused stare. “Oh don’t give me that look~” She purrs, leaning down to whisper in your ear as her hand skims your thigh making you shiver at her touch and voice.

“You’ve gotta study remember~? You’ll get it when you’re finished~”

#kinktober #kinktober ashido mina #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha mina ashido #bnha ashido mina #bnha mina #bnha ashido #mha mina ashido #mha ashido mina #mha mina #mha ashido #neko!ashido #bnha halloween

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pkg4mumtown · 5 years

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Waiting for Love (Ch. 2)

Summary: Continuation of Chapter 1, so go read that first.

Warnings: Fluff, slow burn, like 2 seconds of alcohol

A/N: Decided to do another part for this because why not?? Still slow, but cute. Hope you enjoy!

Keanu came back around to drop off the sandwich I had asked for, staying and eating with me. We chatted about what works he looked at on the way to the food and back, discussing what exhibits he just had to see before the day was over. He took off after we finished eating, leaving me alone with quiet viewers again. I was nervous for the show to be over for the day, but excited at the same time and resorted to checking the time on my phone every twenty minutes. When it seemed like the show was never going to be over, Keanu came back a few minutes before closing. He animatedly told me about all the exhibits he visited, what his favorite works were, and asked questions about media he was unfamiliar with. I noticed people starting to leave, so I checked the time and saw that it was seven on the dot.

“I’ll see you guys later!” Becca shouted at us as she walked by the exhibit. She flashed me a wink, to which I responded with an eyeroll.

“Shall we go?” Keanu asked, standing and grabbing his helmet off the table.

“Let’s hit the road,” I responded, grabbing my belongings and mentally slapping myself for the dumb phrase. He laughed, though, so maybe it wasn’t that dumb?

As we left the building, I struggled to keep up with his pace since his legs were so much longer than mine. Keanu took notice of the hasty clacks of the pumps on my feet, slowing down his steps until he didn’t see me struggling anymore.

“Sorry, I always forget to account for that,” he uttered an apology.

“Don’t worry about it,” I waved my hand at him.

We approached his bike, his keys already in hand so he could unlock his spare helmet from the seat. He set his own helmet on the seat, busying himself with the spare one while I waited.

“Here you go,” he handed it to me.

“Ooh, you got a Sena 30k,” I stated excitedly, referring to the intercom on the bottom side of his helmet.

“Yea, it’s awesome. I use it a lot when I ride with the guys at Arch,” he explained, turning both on and setting up a private chat.

“I have one, too. Oh yea, that’s right, you founded a motorcycle company,” I nodded, remembering hearing about it.

“Co-founded, yea,” he corrected, wanting to give credit to his business partner. He slid the helmet over his head, which prompted me to do the same.

He threw his leg over the bike and started it, the sound echoing throughout the parking structure. I took a breath to ease my nervousness before climbing on behind him. I stepped as securely as possible on the passenger foot pegs and wound my arms loosely around him, trying not to touch him too much.

“You’re gonna need to hold on a lot tighter than that,” his voice rumbled over the speaker.

“Well, don’t drive like a maniac, and I’ll make it in one piece!” I scoffed back.

“You can’t complain about a free ride, Y/N,” he joked, taking off slowly.

I eventually feared for my life enough to properly hold on to him, giving him directions to my apartment along the way. We rolled to a stop light, watching parallel traffic zip by us. Keanu took the opportunity to sit a little straighter and let his hands rest. He absentmindedly dropped his hand to where mine wrapped around his midsection. It was a gentle skim over the top of my hand, but caught my attention, thinking he had asked me something and I didn’t hear him.

“Hmm?” I responded.

“What?”

“I thought you were trying to get my attention,” I pushed my hand further into his to emphasize my point.

“No, I was…um…” he trailed off, his train of thought vanishing. He let out a nervous chuckle, “Sorry.”

“You’re fine. Don’t apologize,” I murmured, feeling my face heat up inside the helmet. I hadn’t removed my fingers from his, instead letting a couple of his fingers slide through mine and squeezing them gently. He squeezed back, his hand engulfing mine too easily.

The light turned green, his hand disappearing quickly to take off before the cars around us did. We pulled up to my apartment building and I directed him to a temporary parking spot, so I could go change. I maneuvered off the bike, trying my best not to kick him in the back. He took his helmet off and hung it on one of the handlebars while he waited.

I handed him the borrowed helmet, not releasing it right away as I started speaking, “Do you want to come up while I change?” He was extremely silent at the question. “Not like—I mean so you don’t have to wait in the cold and—I don’t know—you can meet Sage.”

He covered his mouth as his teeth were bared in a laugh, “Yea, sure.”

He turned his motorcycle off and reattached the spare helmet to his bike. He grabbed his helmet and followed me inside the building, attempting to smooth his hair down with his hand but failing. I unlocked my door and pushed it open slowly, knowing Sage liked to wait near it and I didn’t want to smack him like I have in the past. I was greeted with a soft meow as Sage rubbed himself along the wall next to the door.

“There’s drinks in the fridge if you’re thirsty,” I turned my head to where Keanu stood behind me and pointed toward the kitchen. He shut the door behind us and followed me down the hallway. “Go ahead and sit wherever you want, I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, standing in the hallway and entranced by the artwork hung there. I stared at his form standing in my hallway, taking in the works like his eyes were starving. I disappeared into my room to change and left him to his thoughts. Keanu was pulled out of the artworks by Sage rubbing along his legs and weaving in between them. He smiled down at Sage, squatting down to let Sage smell his hand. Sage pushed his head into Keanu’s palm, begging to be pet. Keanu grunted softly as he sat on the floor, up against the hallway wall, next to the door. He crossed his legs and cradled his helmet in the hole his legs created so that the bottom of the helmet faced upwards. Sage stepped on Keanu’s leg with his two front paws, pushing further into the scratches Keanu offered him. Sage took the helmet as a silent offering and sniffed around the padding before stepping inside.

“No, buddy—,” Keanu tried to gently pull him away from the helmet, but Sage was determined and slithered his entire body into the helmet. “Okay, then, go ahead,” Keanu gave up and chuckled as he stuck his hand in the helmet. Sage pawed back at his hand, unable to decide between that and licking Keanu’s finger.

Keanu’s head snapped up as he heard my bedroom door open, seeing me step out in a leather jacket, dark jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens that I used for riding. I held my helmet loosely with my fingertips, laughing when I met Keanu’s gaze and dropped my eyes to where Sage had poked his head out of Keanu’s helmet.

“He likes to sleep in my helmet sometimes, so I have to vacuum the inside often,” I confessed. “You can just dump him out,” I giggled softly as I watched Keanu try and coax Sage out of the helmet.

Sage finally got annoyed with the disturbance and jumped out. I held my hand out to Keanu to help him up his feet.

“Thanks,” he grunted as he stretched his legs out.

“You could have sat on the couch,” I laughed, knitting my eyebrows together at his choice of seating. I started walking to the front door, hearing Keanu following me.

“I didn’t want to inconvenience him,” he joked, letting a short laugh escape his lips.

I locked the door as we exited, double checking the knob before leading the way back to the elevator.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he complimented me with a soft, low voice.

My face grew red for the hundredth time today, causing me to stumble over the words of my response, “Uh–,” I laughed nervously, “thanks, it’s just what I wear when I ride.”

“Doesn’t change the fact,” he simply stated and glanced over at me and my attempt to hide the blush.

We exited the elevator and connected our intercoms before splitting up to our own vehicles.

“I’ll meet you right here,” I told him, pointing to the spot I had him park in as I jogged of to get by motorcycle out of its parking spot.

I pulled up next to him, watching him lift his visor and peek at my motorcycle, “Is that a Triumph?” he asked, letting his eyes scan over the body.

“Why yes, it is, Mr. Reeves,” I punctuated with a quick rev of the engine.

“I’m more of a Norton man, myself,” he responded with his own engine, shaking his helmeted head at the little engine war. “I know a nice, little area off PCH we can head to in Malibu,” he suggested.

“That sounds good,” I nodded.

He took off with me following close behind, eventually pulling up next to him so that we both occupied the same lane. We cut through the tail end of rush hour traffic, trying to beat the next rush as people would start pouring into the city since it was a Friday night.

“So, are any of those paintings of yours for sale?” his voice sounded through the helmet.

“Yes, actually. We start selling tomorrow, so prices will be posted.”

“Gotta pay the bills.”

“No kidding. The prices are so much higher than I’m used to my stuff being sold for that I’m donating half of what I get for them.”

“Really? What organization?” he asked curiously.

“I’m leaning toward War Child. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it before.”

“I have, yea. I mainly donate to SCORE and my own foundation,” he revealed, not dropping the name of the foundation purposely.

“That’s awesome, I didn’t know you had your own foundation,” I said with a hint of awe in my voice.

“That’s the point,” he chuckled. “I don’t want the recognition.”

“I can respect that.”

“Keep an eye out for this car right here,” he pointed to a car that was swerving in and out of the lane next to us, but slightly further ahead. We were slowly catching up to the car, though, so Keanu took charge of the situation. “Wait ‘til they move to the right and then gun it, I’ll catch up.”

I accelerated, passing the car effortlessly and slowing down slightly to wait for him. I glanced in my right mirror, seeing him trying to get the driver’s attention by waving. He flashed them an “ok” symbol and then a thumbs up, trying to see if they were alright.

I heard him sigh over the intercom and his bike approach behind me until he was next to me again, “Drunk driver.”

We continued on, passing Santa Monica, and continuing north. The topic shifted from charity to me as he asked me how I fell in love with art, if and where I went to college. I reciprocated with questions of my own, probably things I could have Googled, but it was nicer to hear it from the man himself.

“We’re gonna get on this turnout in about a mile,” he indicated to the left, where there would be a turnout that overlooked the water. The loose gravel and dirt crunched under our wheels as we rolled onto the turnout, shutting the bikes off and flicking the kickstands out. I took my helmet off with a groan as my scalp was allowed to breathe again; shaking my hair out so it fell back into place. I hung the helmet on my handlebar, watching Keanu take his helmet off.

“Nice hair, dude,” I giggled at his hair sticking straight up in the air, following the direction his helmet was taken off.

“Hey, I can’t just shake my head and make my hair all pretty again,” he patted the top of his head. “At least not until it grows back.”

I swung my leg over and hopped off the seat, leaning against the railing that kept people from climbing down the small cliff. The railing consisted of two rungs at the top and middle, so I sat in the dirt and let my feet hang over the edge of the cliff while resting my arms on the middle rung. I crossed my arms and laid my chin down on them as I listened to the ocean. Keanu sat a couple inches from me, close enough to hear him breathe but not touch him. He let his arms rest on the rung, breathing in the ocean breeze.

“I’m in love with this sound,” I sighed, turning my head toward him and closing my eyes.

“Me, too,” he smiled at the ocean, lettings his hands hang over the rung.

I straightened up so my back wouldn’t ache, letting my hands mimic his and hang over the drop. My elbow brushed his as my arm fell into place, our pinky fingers touching each time one of us shifted or breathed. His pinky and ring finger reached out to mine, letting the pads of his fingers brush over the top of my hand. When I didn’t retract my hand, instead twitching my fingers toward his, he threaded those two fingers between my own. Our hands hung loosely together by two fingers, the warmth from his hand transferring to mine and up my arm.

“Do you surf?” he asked, breaking the silence around us.

“No, I think it’s awesome and it would be cool to learn. It’s always just scared me a little, so I never gathered the courage to. You?”

“Yea, occasionally, but I love it almost as much as riding,” he answered wistfully. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Hey, that is not a fair question! Like at all,” I scoffed. “That’s like me asking you to pick a favorite character or something.”

“Okay, okay, I concede,” his throaty laugh filled the salty air while he held his free hand up in defense.

We sat talking for what felt like twenty minutes but ended up being a little over an hour. Neither of us having moved an inch except for the occasional back stretch. I shivered as the temperature grew colder and the breeze permeated through any opening it found in my jacket. At least while riding, the adrenaline helped to keep you warm.

“Wanna head out? I know a quiet bar near your place,” he suggested.

“You can pick something halfway between ours, I don’t mind the drive,” I shrugged, assuming we didn’t really live anywhere near each other.

“You’re closer to me than you think, so it’s really not out of my way,” he promised.

“Alright, then” I nodded, missing the warmth of his hand immediately as the cool air erased any traces of his skin ever touching mine.

I followed his directions back near my place, recognizing the bar he was talking about as he mentioned the cross streets. I had been there a couple times before, but obviously never saw him there. He talked about it as if he went there to unwind on occasion, so maybe I’d go there more often if his presence was expected. We elected to take our helmets inside with us to avoid any possible theft and found two seats at the bar.

The bartender recognized him and came right over to us, “Hey, man, welcome back.” He shook Keanu’s hand and nodded to me, “Can I see your ID?”

I jokingly placed my and on my chest in surprise before fishing my wallet out, “I’m flattered, really.” The bartender shook his head, laughing while looking my ID over, “And what about him? Dude’s like sixteen,” I waved my hand to Keanu.

“Yea, going on fifty,” he dug sarcastically at himself.

The bartender just chuckled at the exchange and handed me my ID back, “What can I get you, guys?”

Keanu looked expectantly at me to order first so I ordered something easy that wouldn’t get me tipsy, “Uh, Corona. Cold glass, extra limes.”

“Guinness, same tab,” Keanu ordered and watched the bartender get to work. “That was oddly specific,” he teased as the bartender brought the drinks, Keanu’s already poured in a cold glass.

“Are you judging me right now?” I asked in mock offense.

Keanu nearly choked on his first sip as I asked the question. I grabbed lime slices, squeezing them into the glass before pouring the beer in.

“It was just an observation,” he replied, equally as silly.

“I’m just not a big beer drinker, so I stay with pretty pale stuff. I just didn’t want to order a spirit and risk not being able to drive home, you know?” I shrugged, bringing the glass to my lips.

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” he playfully bumped my shoulder with his arm.

Our drinks disappeared too quickly, but one was more than enough to make up for the missed drink from earlier when paired with our little adventure. We attempted to kill a little more time, fiddling with our empty glasses and blushing slightly when we caught each other. After the third embarrassed, but mirth-filled glance we called it a night and walked back to our bikes.

“I had a great time,” Keanu started as we stopped in between our respective bikes. “I’m, uh, I’m glad I was finally introduced to you,” he gave me a soft smile and stuck his hand out for me to shake.

“Likewise,” I said as I took it, “I didn’t even know you existed.”

He squinted at me in humored confusion.

“No—well—I mean I knew you existed. Obviously. I didn’t know you existed as Becca’s friend, I meant,” I stumbled over my words, groaning when I finally got the words out. “I’m sorry, I’m so awkward.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, still smiling, and finally released my hand from his. He took a step back toward his bike, biting his lip briefly to try to hide a smile, “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Maybe, you will,” I nodded, sitting on my bike and taking my helmet in my hands.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?” he asked while grabbing his own helmet.

“Only if you do the same,” I propositioned, sliding my helmet on.

I could tell he smiled at the comment, from under his helmet, as the corners of his eyes crinkled. Our bikes started at almost the same time, creating a louder than normal rumble. I took off first, waving with one hand and watching him wave back before I made my way out of the parking lot with a goofy smile hidden under my helmet.

Chapter 3

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eliza-writes-stuff · 5 years

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Our Sweet Guardian Demon: Pilot Episode

Hey, guys! I have been working on this pilot for a few weeks now.

Now, for the fanfic, it will take me a few months. Our Sweet Guardian Demon will be released somewhere in the fall or early winter.

It’s strange that this idea came from “Imagine Your OT3″ XD

And as always, I hope ye enjoy!

Dogs barking, cats meowing, and parakeets tweeting their away. The pet store can be busy either way with people or animals in general. The phone vibrates in a man's pocket. His hand reaches for it and accepts the call. His other hand is scratching the dog's fur.

“Brian, do you need something?” The man in green apron asked. “I'm at work right now.”

“Yes, I know Brock, but can you stay over for the night?”

Brock hummed, “Why?”

“I know yer scared of this shit and don't want to get involved because my magick can hurt ye.” Brian ramble. There was some rustling in the background. “So, do ye, I don't focking know summon a demon with me?"

A demon? That is dangerous even for Brian's standard of black magick. Does he need to curse Evan again for coming over at his place without permission, but Brian isn't really angry at him. Did he got dared again on his group chat again? Brock thought he told him not to interact with them.

"Why do you need me?" Brock questioned. The dog barked next to him with curious puppy eyes. It laid down its head on Brock's lap.

"Yer the only one I can trust. Evan might touch me things without my goddamn permission and Nogla's a bit of a dumb-ass figure this shit out." Brian sighed. "I'm sorry ye don't want to do this and-"

"I'll join." Brock giggled at the stutters and 'whats' Brian said. "Just buy me lunch after this okay? Also, we better get out of this alive or I'll be stuck with you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Maybe."

Brian chuckled on the line, "I'll see you tonight Brocky."

When Brock's shift is over and he told Maxi watch over the shop tomorrow because he might be dead. Well, he left out the dead part. He says he has personal reasons. Maxi didn't pressure him and they were nice about it. They say that their sister and his two dogs, Oli and Nico is coming over. Brock took an uber and tell the driver for the locations to the apartment.

The urban life is always bustling and chattering among the citizens. If he rolled down his window, there could be the smell of cooked processed fast food or baked chocolate chip cookies. At least the shops has a nice smell.

The uber driver came to an abrupt stop. There's the apartment building. Brock gave some money to the driver and gave him 5 stars since he didn't care about the rating. He got out of the car and hoisted up his backpack. This is it. His stomach sink, but his heart lighten up at the thought of Brian. He could protect him, right? Only one way to find out is to go in.

Brock pushed the glass door opened. The manager with pink hair is sitting down with his eyes seem to be always closed. The manager's expression light up and eyes slightly opened. When the glass door light out a creak. He gave a small wave to him and continue writing down. How can he see without his eyes opened? Never mind that. Brock has a date-hangout with Brian.

Both of them has to come out alive.

He stepped into the elevator and took a shaky breath. Maybe the ritual is a fluke. His trembling fingers pressed the buttons to go up on the fourth floor. The lobby was his view before it closes on him. Don’t chicken out now.

The candles are set up, the sigil is draw on the floor, and his other magic items are there. His hand wiped off the remaining sweat on his forehead. Thank god, Brian read the instructions. It has to work or it will be not worth it. He got out of the side room of his bedroom, which you should never have. Brian pulled out his phone and checks the text again.

Teh Terroriser: are u sure this would work?

Sarah: yes

Sarah: he’ll give you a special item that will reveal brock’s s/o

Sarah: but it’s for a price

Sarah: good luck :)

Brian knows he shouldn’t do this to reveal his friend’s secrets, but his friends tells him that Brock likes him back. No matter what they say, his brain denies, but his heart yearns. For years, he has considered practicing black magick as a hobby and finds it especially when it comes to pranking Nogla.

His hands gripped around his phone. Brian sighed and put his back in his pocket. A loud two time thud from his front door. It must be Brock. He ran from the bedroom to the front door and opened to see a small smile from a man.

“I thought you weren’t gonna join.” Brian said in disbelief.

Brock’s erupt into small, cute giggles, “Can’t let my friend die.” Brian lets him and hangs up his coat. “So, when we are summoning?”

“Either 2 or 3 in the morning.” He nervously laughed as Brock crossed his arms. “But in the meantime, wanna play Mario Kart 8?”

You had plenty of money in 1922.

A song from the jukebox softly plays throughout the tavern. Fairy lights almost covering the ceiling. A few folks chatting among themselves, either about rumors or sweet-talk. People had strange taste when it comes to alcohol. Vodka with orange juice? Now, you’re a true drunk toddler. At least there’s mineral water. A distinct smell came through the noses. Smoke. People aren’t allowed to smoke in the bar, so they had to take it outside. Strange.

You let other women make a fool of you.

Luke Patterson is the owner of Mystic Drinks. With his charming nature and sultry voice, it pleases the women and men. He’ll throw a smile, it swoons the ladies in the back. However, despite his seductive personality, you don’t want to leash the beast out of him. Well, he did in bed, but if someone ticked his long beard off. They’re either kick out or never be seen again. When Luke found the source of the smoking problem, he grabbed them by the collar. Kicking and yelling, people stared at the two. Finally, the door slams shut as the person got kicked. Luke’s eyes order to ignore it.

Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?

“That’s the third time you kicked out someone.” The man in glasses giggled.

Luke sighed and ruffled the man’s tied up bun. “Look I want to make a safe place for y’all and this is the thanks I get? People treat this like a dumpster fire Ohm.” Luke’s shoulders tensed, but calm when another bartender put his hands on it.

Get out of here and get me some money too?

“Don’t let that asshole get to you. He can take that nasty cigar and shove it up his ass.” The jiggly man retorted.

“Thanks Anthony.”

Ohm enjoy his friends. Hearing Anthony laughed every time he makes a dumb, somewhat sexualised jokes. He knows Luke longer than Anthony. Some say they were friends with benefits, which it is true, but it’s over when Luke found a special someone, or two. They all became a couple, and they own a bar called Mystic Drinks. It’s a safe place for humans and creatures as well. Creatures, such as demons, wendigos, avains, lizard-folk, and dragons. Luke is a Lust demon, he and Anthony are Wrath demons, and Mini is an Envy demon.

“Hey, where’s Mini?”

“He got summoned.” Luke explained. “He said there’s this bitch who got jealous of this other bitch.” He let a breathy laugh, “Humans are so dumb.”

“Yep. I got summoned one time by this guy. He said ‘hey uh I want you to kill this asshole’ and I thought ‘you kill himself!” Anthony complained as he grabbed the mixer and shakes it. “Does it look like I’m your bitch?”

Ohm and Luke laughed at his story, “Sorry, but you and Mini are my bitches.” Luke put his arms around Anthony, but he shoved him off.

“Treat me first, you bottom bitch.” Then he pours the drinks in the blonde woman’s glass. Ohm laughed and takes a sip from his mineral water.

Humans meant nothing to demons. Just an object to toy around and maybe take souls from. At least a few souls because there’s an overpopulation going in the Nine Circles of Hell and they can’t handle more new souls coming to hell. What about humans who are satanist? They’re wannabes who thinks they know their emotions and what they’re going through. Some demons think it’s funny and plays along or can be their friend.

Why would Ohm be friends with a disgusting human? He gets a tug on his wrists, and he rolled down to see his sigil flashing.

“I have to go,” He sighed as he got up from his chair. “It was chatting with you guys.” Ohm walks away from the two and went outside. The guy who got kicked out because he was smoking. The man grumbled, but Ohm quickly snaps his fingers and the man is now in the trash can. He struggled while Ohm chuckles silently. He disappears from sight.

The red candles lit up and surrounds the circle. Inside of the circle is a sigil. The room faintly smells of raspberries. Brock and Brian sit crossed legged. The room doesn’t have any windows or one of those air vents. Not to mention it’s quite small. The phone glowed out the locked screen with the time of 3 in the morning.

“We got this set up, now what?” Brock asked. His eyes darting around the room.

“Now, we get to say the magic words.” Brian wiggled his fingers out, his friend giggle at the actions. He gives him a piece of paper. “This is what I’ll be saying and it’s not focking Latin. Thank god.”

“Wait, you’re doing this alone?”

“Well, yeah.” As much he wants Brock around, but he can’t join in because the demon might want something from him as well. He can’t risk it. “But ye get to drag me out in case shit backfires.”

“So basically I’m dragging your ass out of hell.”

“Yep.” He laughed. Then stares at the circle. It’s time. Brian took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire Ohmwrecker to manifest before me that she may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to his/her office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father.”

A few minutes and still is in the air. Brian took a shaky breath and opened his eyes. This has to work because all that black magick he learn has gone to waste in the dirt.

Within the circle, the sigil glows bright red. Little red candles fire up more and sways. Then spreads in the circle. Brock gasped while Brian is shocked in disbelief. It’s supposed to glow pink, not red. Did he mess up the sigil? Oh god, what kind of demon would it be?

Fire and smoke rose from the ground, causing the two to scoot back. Brian wrapped his arm around Brock. Smoke fades when a man wearing a white t-shirt. Red marks on his arms when he crossed. His eyes are covered by a blindfold with an omega symbol on it. The demon scowled on the cowering men. If you look at another angle, you could see a small bun near his neck.

“Jeez, you humans are so irresponsible. Don’t you know I can end you?” Despite his tense aura and vexation, his appearance alone is heating up the room. Literally, Brian cheeks rushed with flushed and it appears that Brock’s cheeks has become too. “Just tell me what is the problem?”

Be respectful and welcoming, “Ye see, I accidentally summoned ye-”

“Accidentally?” His voice booms and the room almost shakes. A small desk in the corner almost felled.

“I wasn’t supposed to summon ye! I was trying to summon another demon. I must’ve got the sigil wrong or said the name wrong.” Brian explained. His sweat soaked his forehead and armpits. Surprised, it didn’t stink.

The demon clenched his nose before pointing fingers at Brian, “At least I know you waste my precious time and pissed me off even more.” He gives a low chuckle. “I supposed you deserve to be perish.” He raised his hand as Brian stands up to floating above his toes. Before the demon could grab his collar, Brock stands between them. “Mortal human get away or you’ll end up like your pathetic friend.”

“I could do that, but aren’t we supposed to make a deal?” Brian could almost hear his friend’s heart beat getting louder. “How about we find something you greatly desire: money, food, or heck even animals. Just don’t kill Brian please.” Brock begged, his voice wavering. Before you know it, Brian dropped onto the ground. He scrambled up to his feet and quickly hold his hand.

“Anything?” The demon rubbed his imaginary beard. “Fine. In order to save your soul, you must find a certain group of people and when you do. Kill them.” a shiver ran through their spine. “No matter depending on your morals or alignment, you still have to kill them. Including you cutie.” he points at Brock.

“You can’t do that! Don’t involve Brock into this bullshit. This is between me and you, ye cu-”

“Brian.” Brock gave a soft smile, “Please, you created this mess and I’m always the one who has to clean it up. You did promise to buy me lunch.”

“Enough with the sappy talk. I have to make sure the both of you won’t try and escape.” With the snap of his fingers, visible chains on Brian’s right wrist and Brock’s left wrist. It’s connected to the demon’s wrist. “It’s better that way.”

“Sorry, but can you please tell us your name?”

“I’m quite sure ‘Brian’ knows who I am, but I let it pass since you do have a good soul.” Before he could introduce himself, he kinda stop. He seems to be his thoughts while glancing at two, but shake his head. “I am known as Ohmwrecker, but my companions call me Ohm.”

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mf-despair-queen · 6 years

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I’ve Put A Spell On You - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 11,207

Summary: Stiles is revisited by the witch that lured him into a sexy night a year ago. But, this time, she’s back for him - not the souls of kids.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Public-ish Sex in a Bathroom, Doggy, Teasing, Bondage, Sexy Finger Sucking, Dirty Dancing

Notes: I honestly don’t think this came out as well as I wanted or hoped, but it’s still rather cute. Happy Halloween! Sequel to Hocus Pocus.

Stiles walked out of his bathroom, rubbing a towel through his hair. Tossing it aside, he pulled the red shirt over his head, his blue plaid pajama pants dragging along the carpet. Pulling back the blankets, he crawled into bed, covering his legs up to his waist. He grabbed his alarm, setting it for his early morning wake up call. Before he clicked off his lamp, the boy sighed, his eyes falling to the date.

October Thirty-First.

He felt familiar pressure against his legs, turning to spy the black cat he inherited making her way up his body until she was curling up on his side. Stiles smiled down at her, petting the silky black fur of the cat. “Tomorrow’s the day, Salem,” he whispered, expecting no response. “Halloween.”

The cat looked up, meowing through a yawn.

Stiles chuckled, the light fading from the room, He relaxed into the bed, the cat purring against his side. He felt her body rise and fall as she slept, sleep beginning to wash over him. One final thought race through his always active mind before it shut down for the night. I wonder if something interesting will happen this year. Will she come back?

The tingle in his shoulder went unnoticed when the clock hit midnight - officially making it Halloween. Mischief night was upon Mischief himself because he didn’t know the things he thought about so often was already beside him.

Salem was gone when Stiles woke up. The boy panicked when he realized he overslept his alarm, rushing to get changed for school. He didn’t take the time to find his cat for the last year, bouncing around while pulling on his Nikes, his bag in hand when he left the room. The shower running in his room wasn’t a sign that something was amiss, the man speeding away to school to get through a long day of tricks, treats and flying toilet paper through the halls.

At the end of the day, the McCall pack was gathered around their Alpha and human’s lockers, discussing their plans for that night. Part of them didn’t want another odd occurence to happen again considering the witches they had seen, resulting in bits of their soul drained. A year since then, and no one could predict what was going to happen. There had been no immediate signs that they had returned, but the night was still young.

“Are we sure that a giant Halloween party isn’t a bad idea?” Stiles asked sarcastically, his normal pessimism present. “You’re planning to have the entire student body together in one place. Isn’t that like… the optimal place for these witches to show up and have a feast available.”

“There’s safety in numbers,” Scott reminded the human. Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll be there, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Stiles groaned. “It’s a Lydia Martin party. Everyone knows those are the best.”

“Well, thank you,” Lydia said proudly.

“How did you get Derek to agree to use the loft again?” Allison asked. “Last time we had a party there, he wasn’t too thrilled about it.”

“What Derek doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Lydia hummed, picking at her nails. Stiles rolled his eyes dramatically, slamming his locker shut. Lydia saw what he did, huffing. “Don’t give me that look. He’s down in Brazil visiting Cora. He won’t even know.”

“We’re going to die,” Stiles sighs. “We are so dead.”

“But you’re coming?” Scott asked again.

“Yes!” Stiles screamed, flailing his arms. “I will be there! Did you need a ride?”

“No. I finally got the bike fixed so I can head there myself.”

“Alright. I’ll catch you guys there.” Stiles paused before he turned to leave, staring back at your friends. “You’re sure this will work? If they do come back and we are all together… I don’t know if we can protect anyone. You know what happened last year. They will have a field day with how many souls are sitting in Derek’s loft.”

“It’ll work,” Scott reassured. “We will be together and we won’t fall for any of their tricks this year.”

“Alright,” Stiles sighed. “If you think so.”

Stiles waves goodbye to his pack, heading for his powder blue jeep. His mind raced, recalling the way he had been lured into the woods just a year before, the stories he was told as a kid no longer stories. They were a nightmare called reality and he had been in the center of it. Before tugging the door open, he turned to the treeline of the Beacon Hills Preserve that were near the school, straining to try and hear any sort of whisper of song that blew through the wind, tempting him towards the decayed, weathered house that held no resemblance of life. They had checked the house many times and it seemed to be falling apart more than it seemed someone lived there.

Driving down the road, his heart pounded, a sense of dread beginning to settle over the Stilinski boy. The closer he got to his house, the more unsettled his stomach sat. He felt like he wanted to vomit, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was his overly active mind thinking back on what happened over and over again. He kept reminding himself how it felt to realize that the young witch he encountered had used him, using him and his soul for energy. Yet, it made him sad to think that he was just a pawn. He thought the time was special and he never had felt better - though it wasn’t the best feeling to wake up alone, wondering if it was real or a dream.

Then again, it never felt good to wake up in bed alone after sex. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Stiles killed the engine when he pulled into his driveway, collapsing forward with a groan against the wheel. The horn honked loudly under his weight, a noise of discontentment filling the cabin of the jeep. “Why can’t my life be normal?” he asked himself, banging his head a few times against the horn. He knew normal wasn’t in his vocabulary, and he was glad to have the supernatural in his life. But, sometimes, it made his life overly complicated when he just wanted a day to be a teenager. He wanted to go to a party, get drunk, dance like a fool, and maybe even let loose the pent up hormones that were raging in his male body in many different ways in many different positions with a beautiful girl.

Kicking the door open, he slid out, taking one last look at the woods behind him. “I swear, let today be simple.”

His dad wasn’t home, probably shutting down some teenage punks that were doing all sorts of misfit around the town. The Stilinski house was quiet, almost creaking in age. Shoes were left in the doorway, the door locked behind Stiles when he walked in. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder while walking up the stairs to his room, the wood squealing uncomfortably under his heavy footsteps. The house whined around him, a cold chill running down his spine that made him stop just as he reached the top. Stiles glanced behind him, trying to see if something was amiss, the same unsettled feeling looming over him.

But there was nothing.

A shaky breath left his mouth, Stiles running towards his room quicker. If something was there, he wanted to take refuge in his room. He kept a stash of mountain ash there just in case as well, so if something supernatural was stalking him, he would keep them out with that. Before opening the door, he glanced down the hallway, trying to determine if he was being paranoid or not. The hall seemed darker than normal, Stiles’ heart racing.

Pushing into his room, his backpack fell at the site before him. His eyes found another pair, but it wasn’t that of the cat he practically adopted so long ago. You were sitting on his bed with a book in your lap that once sat on his bookshelf, wearing nothing but a plaid button up and panties - well, more of a thong that allowed him to see the sides of your butt sitting on his blue duvet. Your hair was draped over one shoulder and your face was free from any sort of make up. You looked comfortable in the safety of his room and, for a second, Stiles could have mistaken you for a normal person if he didn’t know any better.

“What the hell?” he asked aloud.

“Stiles!” you screamed happily, placing the book aside. You jumped off the bed, preparing to walk closer to him, finding Stiles backing away into a wall. He grabbed a cross from his table, holding it out in front of him in your direction. You stopped, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Stay back!”

“Stiles,” you sighed. “That has no effect on me. I hope you know that.”

Stiles’ face dropped, looking at the wooden cross. “But, that’s what I read-”

“Myths are meant to be proven false,” you told him, placing yourself back on his bed. “Most of the stuff you will read on witches is false anyway.”

“Well, that makes me feel fantastic,” he murmured sarcastically. He looked around his room, finding empty bags of chips and candy wrappers littered the ground, cans of empty soda on his desk and his bed messed up. “It looks like you raided my kitchen. What the hell?”

“I was hungry,” you grumbled.

Stiles moved to place his bag on the chair near his desk, keeping his distance from your slimy touch. He didn’t want to feel weaker than he already felt in your presence - even if you weren’t gnawing at his soul yet. Just seeing your beautiful face again made his stomach plummet. “What are you doing here?”

“Reading?” you asked, confused.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “I can see that. Reading and eating all of my snacks. But why? How? Why the fuck are you back and in my room?”

You giggled, standing up again. Stiles swallowed thickly, failing in keeping his eyes on your face. The top buttons of his flannel were undone, showing off parts of your breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of your collarbone, his lips wanting to kiss at it. The bottom of the shirt rode up with every movement of the arms, showing the black thong you wore. He caught sight of your ass at one point, the thong not hiding your rounded cheeks. Stiles’ fingers itched, leaving him to scold himself.

“Stiles, I never left you.”

“What?” he asked, throat going dry. It made his question raspy and choked.

“I didn’t break in or seek you out today. I’ve been here this entire time.”

Stiles looked confused until the realization set in. “Salem…”

“Exactly. I’ve been living with you since last year. Just… not in this form. I could only take this form again today. It’s Halloween, Stiles. I take my human form on Halloween.”

“Aw hell,” Stiles groaned, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening!”

“Don’t be such a worry wart. It’s not a good look on you. And trust me, Sti. You are a god looking man.”

Stiles felt his face heat up, massaging his temples. “I’m worried because I’m not very keen on getting my soul sucked out again.”

“Oh,” you hummed, sitting back on the bed. Stiles noted the sly smile on your face that looked humored at his reaction. “You figured it out.”

“You figured it out,” he mocked. “Yeah, I figured it out.”

“Well, don’t worry about it so much. I’m not here to suck out your soul.”

“Then why are you here?” he pressed. “Why me? Shouldn’t you be out there luring some kid out to your house with your wonderful voice, singing them a song until they are dead and gone? Shouldn’t you be finding some hopeless fool to give you what you need in every way possible?”

This time you frown, a crack in Stiles’ heart forming. “Is that what you really think of me? That I’m just some killer?”

“Well, if the shoe fits…”

“Yes, I have killed, Stiles. I have sucked the souls out of so many kids, you wouldn’t be able to keep track of them. Yes, I sing to attract kids to us so we get a meal to keep us strong. But last year, that changed. My power, my health, my well being. It doesn’t come from the need to suck out someone’s soul. I don’t need to feed on unsuspecting children that are lured in by my song. They aren’t what I need to exist and stay strong.”

“Then what do you need?” Stiles pressed.

“You.”

Stiles’ mouth dropped, unable to come up with a response. Instantly, his head shook from left to right, denying what you were saying. “There is no way. You aren’t feeding on my soul-”

“I don’t need to eat your soul,” you deadpanned. “Last year, after we fucked,” Stiles grimaced unnoticeably, “I marked you.”

“You marked me?” he questioned.

“You know exactly what it is,” you laughed. “I’ve seen you check it out before.” Stiles’ hand moved to his shoulder, thinking about the black outline of a cat that was pressed into his skin like a tattoo. “Exactly.”

“Nope.”

“Yup,” you said, standing up. You moved towards him Stiles trying to back away. He yelped in surprise when you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, the man trying to resist when you tried to pull it over his head. The sleeves got caught on his arms and almost choked around his neck before it was torn from his skin, tossed aside. His arms tried to cover his bare torso, almost embarrassed to be in front of your piercing gaze without it, though you had seen more than this already. He was turned around, your fingers tracing the black cat outline. The touch was soothing, the tingling he had wrote off all day diminishing instantly. It was almost like he needed you, the lost feeling buried inside vanishing. Feeling you against him was warming and comforting.

Stiles let out a content sigh before blinking his eyes open, scrambling away from you. His chest heaved and his honey orbs were wide, licking his lips in thought. “What did you do to me? What does this mean?”

“I marked you.”

“I get that!” he hollered. “What does that mean?!”

You sighed at him, glancing away, keeping your eyes on the floor. “When a witch marks someone, they choose them as their significant other. Only by being with that significant other do we retain our power.”

“So, you are feeding off me.”

“Not like you would think,” you told him. “I don’t eat your soul. I thrive off of you person. By being with you… romantically. Being by your side gives me strength. Without you, I would perish.”

Stiles was conflicted. His head told him to push you away, letting you perish. Without him, you were nothing - and that meant one less supernatural threat in the world. But, his heart told him to keep you in his arms forever, that you didn’t deserve to die. And part of that was selfishness; he wanted he feel that exilheration that came from being with you last year over and over again. He enjoyed being with you - and especially enjoyed the sex. But, you had used him, gaining power you had lost from being locked away by the nemeton for so long by sucking out his soul during said sex. How could he forget that?

“I didn’t ask for this,” he claimed.

“I know,” you told him. “And by no means do you have to abide by it. We make the decision when we feel it is time. And I… I liked being with you last year. That’s why I marked you and returned to your side. I stayed by your side until this moment. It is your choice, Stiles. If you agree to it, I will stay and I will give you anything you want. But, if you say you don’t want me here, I will disappear at the end of the night. That mark will vanish and you will go on your merry way. I can’t mark that decision for you.”

“I-” Stiles started, unsure what to say. “I don’t know right now.”

“Alright,” you whispered.

Stiles glanced at you, finding you sitting back down on his bed, picking up the book. He shook off the guilt inside him, a knot gnawing at his insides. He quickly turned away, not wanting to sink deeper into his thoughts than he already was. It was like the Adderall wasn’t helping at all. He couldn’t focus on anything knowing that you were there and that your life was in the palm of his hand. He didn’t know what to do. Hell, he didn’t even know if you were actually telling the truth. His gut churned, something that told him you were truthful. But how could he know for sure.

His hand went back to his shoulder, trying to ease the burn that returned. Without your tender touch to his skin, he was hurting. The yearning for something unknown returned, a piece of him gone with the wind. His eyes prickled with tears, the man rubbing his jaw to fight back the loss inside. Trying to ignore it, he turned to the clock, seeing the time had passed faster than he could have imagined. Ruffling his hair, he walked towards the closet, cursing at himself as you watched.

“Fuck, I’m going to be late,” he murmured, digging around for the bag with the costume he had prepared for the costumed Halloween party Lydia was throwing.

“Late for what?” you asked, perking up.

“Lydia’s Halloween party,” he said quickly without realizing for a second who he was talking to. He stopped on his way to the bathroom, turning to you. “Shit. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Why? I love parties!” you hollered, jumping off the bed.

“I bet you do,” Stiles mumbled under his breath. He watched you walk over to his closet, clearing his throat when you bent over and he had a full shot of your backside. You were digging through a pile of clothes, leaving the male confused. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready. Duh,” you laughed as if it were obvious.

“What?” Stiles asked, shaking his head and flailing his hands. “No, no, no! You can’t come with me! That’s just asking for disaster!”

Holding a dress in your hands, you turned to look at the spasic man that was frantically waving his arms around. “Why not?”

“Well, I…” he started, his mouth snapping shut. He pondered to himself. He wasn’t sure what was happening. His mind was still jumbled from finding you perched on his bed when he got home without warning. Now, you were here. What was he supposed to do? If he left you at his house, there was a chance you would run amuck while he was out having fun and he would have no way to stop you. On the other hand, if he brought you to the party, you were entering a smorgeshboard of souls that you could devour. But, you would be within reach and with Scott there, Stiles assumed you could be stopped if something got out of hand.

One lone witch couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Fine,” Stiles huffed. Your face lit up. “It’s a costume party so… do you even have clothes?”

“Stiles, I’m a witch. I’m always in costume,” you teased. The human rolled his eyes, groaning in exasperation. “Yes, I have clothes. I will be ready.”

“Alright. Good. Just, get ready and we will… we will go party. Just two people, a guy and a girl - a very pretty girl - going to a party. Together. Dressed up.”

“Stiles,” you cut in, stopping his rambling. “I got it.”

“Right,” he muttered. “ I’ll just go change now.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to change together?” you teased, unbuttoning the top button of the flannel your wore. Stiles’ gaze lingered on your heavily exposed chest, his teenage hormones rampaging inside him. You shrugged one of the sleeves off your shoulder, showing off more skin. Your eyes were shadowed as you glanced up at him through your lashes, giving him a sly but adorable smile. “You can even help me undress.”

“I’m going to get dressed now!” Stiles yelled, running into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, shielding your laughter. Stiles groaned, the evidence on the table that you were playing with him, but it didn’t make things any better. A sheen of sweat coated his skin and no matter how much he tugged at his shirt, he couldn’t cool down. He had more problems than just the hot flashes he was having that would require a few extra minutes on his end. “Hey, Y/N. Take you time getting ready. I have a… problem to take care of first.”

A blush appeared on his cheeks when he heard your faint giggle through the door. “Whatever you say, Stiles.”

Stiles huffed, placing his costume aside and discarding his clothes in his hamper. He didn’t need to get the magazines he kept under his sink for emergencies when his thoughts were filled with you, the man sitting on the toilet to pop off a quick one first.

Stiles rushed to get dress when he was done, checking himself in the mirror. The hat was adjusted over his silky hair. The shirt was tight against his frame, Stiles adjusting the badge on the right side. The left read ‘Police’ in white lettering. A set of handcuffs he stole from his dad hung from his belt, a gun holster with a water gun sat on his hip and a fake police baton was against his leg. Stiles grinned, thinking about how good he looked as a man in uniform - well, a police officer in uniform.

“Hey,” he called, cracking the door open before he walked out. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! Just waiting on you!” you called back to him. Stiles took a deep breath before walking out. He stopped short, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping to the floor. The black spaghetti strapped dress you wore with the orange lace up the left side hugged you beautifully, curved around your breasts to show them off but keep them concealed. The skirt flared out and draped against your thighs in spikey patterns that made the style work. Your arms were covered in sleeves that ran from the mid bicep to your wrists, leaving your shoulders and hands free. Your hair seemed to curl against your shoulders, a black witch’s hat with orange band around the bottom of the cone shape sat atop your head. On your feet were just some black ankle boots. You spun for him, showing off your outfit. “Well?”

“Holy-” he started, shutting himself down before he uttered something ridiculous and vulgar. “Let’s go.”

“That doesn’t tell me how I look, Stiles,” you pouted. You walked over to him, a hand running down his muscles arm that was built from lacrosse practice. “You look good.”

Stiles swallowed, licking his lips. “You too,” he said quickly. You gave a small smile, your hand dropping from his arm to make for the door. Stiles frowned at the loss of contact from you, his heart and stomach clenching. Slowly, his mouth opening to continue saying, “You look beautiful.”

You stopped at the door, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Thank you,” you told him, voice sultry to his ear. “Now, come on. I want to party.”

Stiles knew this night would be a long one and he was afraid he would make at least one bad decision before the end of it.

The party was roaring when he walked in fashionably late with you at his side. You squealed the second you walked into Derek’s loft, disappearing into the crowd despite Stiles’ extensively long lecture in the car about what you were to do. You broke the first rule in zero-point-five seconds: stay by Stiles’ side. His attempt to stop you was in vain, your smaller frame disappearing into a sea of sweaty teens in costume bouncing to some crappy techno music, alcoholic beverages in hand.

Stiles groaned, headed for the bar. Danny passed him an open beer, Stiles leaning back on it to scan the dance floor. He wanted to relax, but his nerves were wracked, wanting to ensure that nothing was going to happen. He wanted to find Scott and tell him what had happened, warning him that you were here. Stiles wanted to be prepared for whatever was going to happen. His honey orbs flitted over the crowd, memorizing the face of each vibrant student that glowed under the blacklights. Lips glowed with the phlorescent lipsticks, phosphorus paints lining some people’s face, arms and legs. Stiles struggled to find you within the blinding colorful light and strobe effects.

𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮

𝅘𝅥𝅮You can’t stop the things I do, I ain’t lyin’𝅘𝅥𝅮

Stiles’ head whipped around, trying to find the source of the singing. No one else seemed to hear the alluring melody, going about their dancing, kissing, grinding, and whatnot in a carefree atmosphere. Yet, the song called out to him, the beer left on the bartop so Stiles could weave through the crowd to find the music that overtook the techno beat.

𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮

He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, a spotlight directed at your form in his eyes to show off your swiveling hips and twirling body. You danced to the beat, eyes meeting his in a dark, electric match. Your skirt flew around as you danced, your ass shaking and your chest bouncing. A single curl of the finger gestured him forward, a charming smile making him grin.

All inhibitions were lost to your skillful moves. Stiles stepped forward, his hands on your waist. The naturally clumsy man, normally unstable when dancing, moved in time with you, rocking his hips back and forth with yours. Your chests were flat to one another, hearts pounding against your ribs. Your arms circled his neck, hands playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. Your hips ground against his, dancing together as if nothing else mattered around you.

You turned in his arms, your hands reaching around to caress his face. Your backside ground against his pelvis more, the pants he wore suddenly beginning to feel thin and tight. His head dipped down, lips brushing against your neck that made you mewl for him, tilting your head away to give him better access. Your bodies rubbed together in a heated array of limbs, grinding together in a sexy sway. Stiles’ fingers tingled, his shoulder twinging with a fiery heat.

𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮

You were suddenly pushed away, Stiles growling. “What the hell are you doing to me?” he snapped.

“I’m not doing anything,” you told him.

“I don’t believe you,” he claimed. “This is what you did last time. You sung, you lured me in, and you used me. You fed off my soul while I was enchanted by your beauty. That’s what you are doing now. You’re using me for my soul and to get you in here for everyone else.”

“Stiles, I was trying to hurt anyone, my singing would affecting more than just you. It’s supposed to lure people in for me to feed, but is that happening? No!”

“I don’t believe you,” he rasped, taking off the police hat and running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I don’t get what is going on!”

“I’m not here to hurt anyone. If you heard me singing, it was because I’m yours. I chose you, Stiles. I told you this. Only you are affected by it. I just wanted to dance.”

“No. I don’t believe it. It’s not true.”

You frowned, stepping closer to him. Your hand ran up his body, Stiles catching your wrist before it got very far. You met his eye, staring at him with bright eyes. “How can I show you I mean it? I’m not here to hurt people, Stiles. I came back for you. So, let me show you.”

Stiles licked his lips, feeling weak while holding you. But, it was different than the last time he spent time with you. He didn’t feel weak physically or mentally. He felt weak emotionally. It wasn’t the soul sucking sensation that he didn’t understand until later. It was in his heart. He wanted to see what you were planning. He wasn’t sure why. He felt so sure that you were doing something against his will. He wanted to cast you away and never look back. But, he was aroused and intrigued and he wanted to know what you would show him. He briefly remembered the time you spent together, and that was what kept him from pushing away completely.

“Please, Stiles.”

Your whisper was the final straw for him. All conviction that you were playing him was gone, replaced by a deep arousal and fascination. He leant forward, his lips on yours in a smoldering kiss that made you melt into his hands. The kiss was short lived, your bodies pushing through the crowd to find a vacant place that allowed solitude to do somewhat unspeakable things. With Stiles knowing the layout of the loft, he was able to lead you to the closest unoccupied bathroom, shutting the door and locking it while you flicked on the lights.

His back was pressed into the door, your lips attacking his once more. You let him take control of the kiss despite keeping him secured to the door itself. His lips wrapped around yours, starting in slow but heated embraced that dragged down, disconnecting with a resonating smack. When they connected again, your lips were parted, Stiles’ tongue swirling around yours messily. The tip traced the outline of your cheeks, earning a moan that vibrated both of your bodies. Open-mouth kisses were steamy, hands roaming bodies happily. Noses bumped and teeth clashed with the hasty kisses. Stiles’ head tilting to get better access to the kiss.

He was pushed away from the door, your hands directing him to the toilet. His lips stayed n yours in a hungry kiss, your tongues battling playfully between your parted lips. Before pushing him back, your hands fiddled with his bottoms, popping the button with ease and dragging the zipper down tauntingly slow. The loose police slacks he wore dropped in a loud clink with the handcuffs, his boxer briefs falling shortly after. Stiles broke away at the sudden chill, his lower half exposed. His cock was erect, the tip blistering red with a glistening of precum seeping out of the slit. It twitched for attention, wanting to feel something around it, touching it - caressing it - loving it.

You pushed him back onto the toilet, leaning over him to leave a lingering kiss to his lips. His lips, swollen and red, remain puckered when you backed away, pushing his thighs apart to crouch between them. His gaze was hazy when he opened them to look at you, watching you remove your hat before starting. A small, dainty hand wrapped around the entirety of his length, stroking him slowly at first. Stiles’ noises were a bit disgruntled, the pleasure beginning to slowly build up, pumping through his veins one ounce at a time. His heart was speeding up and his stomach was tightening, though that was partially from anticipation for what was to come.

“Come on, baby,” he rasped, biting his lip. You looked up at him innocently, Stiles growling in his throat. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

You laughed, moving closer to him. One hand ran up his thigh casually, feeling the man shiver to your touch. He watched your tongue poke out, grazing the swollen tip like a lollipop, lapping at it happily. He was trying to remain patient, longing for you to do more than kitten lick the slit to taste his precum. His stomach churned and his sight was red with lust. The lure from before was nothing but a memory - a figment that was long forgotten. He wasn’t worried in that second that you may or may not be gaining more power from him, sucking out his soul. He just wanted more.

Your lips wrapped around the head, hollowed cheeks sucking powerfully at the tip. Stiles moaned loudly, not regretting the sound he made. He watched you suck, feeling your tongue smooth over the bumpy underside that was more sensitive than the rest of the tip. You circled the tip, mewls vibrating around him before your began bobbing along his length. Your hand stroked what wouldn’t fit in the mouth, your head and hand moving in time together. Your tongue slid up and down his shaft, finding the pulsating vein that was filled with ecstasy. Your mouth watered when it pulsed against your taste buds.

Bobbing faster and deeper, your hand wasn’t needed. Deep throating Stiles was natural to you, the tip hitting the back of your throat. His hips bucked upwards instinctually, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth and down your throat. One hand continued to grip at his thigh, scraping against his skin, while the other slid under him to fondle his balls. Your mouth made a slurping sound when you bobbed around him, your wet lips pressing to the moist length between them. Stiles’ hand threaded through your hair at some point, the curls now curling between his fingers as he tugged at it, helping to guide your mouth around him.

Stiles’ loud groan filled the bathroom, his head falling back with his eyes closed. His cock twitched between your cheeks, strings of his hot, white seed shooting down your throat in strong bursts. You mewled, swallowing every last drop that he released. The hold on your hair tightened, Stiles grunting your name on repeat, spilling the last of what he had built up onto your tongue. Not a single drop escaped, your tongue passing over your lips to catch any drop that may have slipped out just in case.

Stiles pulled you to your feet swiftly, turning you to face the mirror, your body slumped against the sink. You could see his dark eyes staring at you through the mirror, the hat on his head darkening the stare slightly with a shadow covering them. He disappeared from your sight, your skirt lifted and your thong dragged down your legs. Your legs were nudged apart, his still erect shaft sliding through your soaked core.

Stiles leaned forward, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. “You like it hard, right?”

You felt the air leave you lungs. “Y-yeah.”

“Good. Now, make some noise for me while I fuck you.”

“Yes, please,” you squeaked weakly.

Stiles shifted backwards, the tip finding your entrance without aid. When he pushed back forward, he was sliding deep into you cock hilt deep with a prolonged moan from you. You slumped further onto the sink, pushing your ass out against him. His hips circled against it for a few moments before pulling back to start his movements. The tip nearly came from before he slammed back tino you, earning a loud moan - almost scream.

His hips collided with your backside in a quick, steady rhythm, your butt jiggling every time. Your hands held the sides of the sink to keep upright, your head spinning from the pleasure. He wasn’t slow. His cock pistoned in and out of you, the clapping sound floating through the sexy, steamy air. The tip was magnetized to your sweet spot, every slide in allowing him to hit it with optimal amount of pressure. He kept hitting it, making you moan happily.

“Moan for me,” he rasped, smacking your ass to make you moan. Your head fell forward, nowhere to hide the noises you made. Stiles seemed to approve because he sped up, pounding you harder so your body slid against the front of the sink, the sweaty sound of skin on skin getting even louder, echoing off the walls. You were tugged back to meet his thrusts, moan after moan falling from your mouth. “Yes, just like that.”

You weren’t going to last longer. Stiles made you see the stars. Fireworks popped every time he hit your g-spot, your body shaking. If the sink weren’t in front of you, you would have fallen to the ground with weak knees and an aching pussy that was ready to be claimed again. The symphony of sounds around the bathroom was music to your ears, but nothing was more distinct and pleasant to hear than Stiles’ uneven breathy moans. The thrusts were growing sloppy, indicating his nearing the end, and you were ready to feel him filling you up witht he same warm liquid you swallowed.

He was losing control when the doorknob jiggled. Stiles growled angrily, the hands he had on your waist tightening. “Occupied!” he called in a harsh tone. The fierceness of his voice broke you, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Your walls closed around him, hugging him more than the angle allowed before. Your juices spilled out around him, coating his shaft in layers of arousal. The tightness of your core made him choke on air, his eyes closing in bliss. His seed, less powerful than before, was shot into you, mixing with your juices. Your walls milked him dry, the man slumping against your back to finish his orgasm, short thrusts used for both of you to ride out your highs.

You giggled after a minute, making Stiles look at you. “Occupied,” you joked, making Stiles roll his eyes.

The man quickly moved away from your, leaving your panties on the sink next to you. You watched him in the mirror redressing himself, cursing himself under his breath. You frowned at what you saw, knowing he was regretting what had happened. You were afraid to ask.

“Stiles?”

“Sorry,” he murmured. He was conflicted. He enjoyed it - he really did. But, you were still a witch. How could be believe after the history you had together that this was something more than a soul sucking fiesta for you - that every touch you shared was powering you up for the night?His head and heart battled with neither side winning. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why?” you whispered.

“I…”

He didn’t respond. He didn’t have a logical answer. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t know what to believe. He didn’t know anything.

So he left.

The man grabbed a new beer, hoping the alcohol would dull his activate senses. Thoughts were running a million miles an hour in his head. Nothing seemed to make sense and he didn’t want to think about any of that right now. As much as he wanted to figure out what was happening, he didn’t want to figure it out. He wanted to relax. He didn’t want to worry about you and what you may or may not be doing. He didn’t want to think about how he felt. He didn’t want to remember the times he spent with you in such intimate ways. He didn’t want to think about you at all because right now, all he could see when his eyes closed was your bright and shining face. It made him feel sick - sick with want.

“Stiles!” he heard behind him. Stiles turned to the teen wolf himself who was shoving through the crowd towards him, dressed in a doctor outfit. “There you are!”

“Hey,” Stiles sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

Stiles glanced at his friend before sipping the drink, hoping it would hit him fast. “You remember that witch?” Scott nodded. “Well, she’s here.”

“She is?”

“Yup,” Stiles huffed. “She was in my room when I got home. She has been with me this entire time. She was Salem.”

“The black at you had?”

“Yeah,” Stiles replied. “She said that she’s not here to eat souls. She’s not here to do what she did last year. She apparently chose me to be with and she can only survive by being by my side. But I don’t know if she’s just fucking with me or not. I can’t think straight around her.” Stiles took off the police hat, placing it on the bar while he ruffled his hair. “There is something about her that makes my mind go blank. I’m just so drawn to her. Earlier, I swear she was singing, just like she did last year when I walked into the woods and met her. But, the singing only affected me. I was so enticed the second I saw her and I just… what the hell do I do? What is right?”

“She’s here right now?”

“Yeah,” Stiles choked. “She was in the bathroom last time I saw…”

“Doing what?” Scott asked. Stiles flushed, Scott narrowing his eyes on the human. “Really? She could be potentially using you again and you sleep with her?”

“I couldn’t stop myself!” Stiles protested. “I told you. I cannot think straight when I’m around her. One minute we are dancing, the next I push her away because I think she’s playing me, then I find myself kissing her. I couldn’t stop it. It just kind of happened and now I’m freaking out because I’m confused. I’ve never felt like this around a girl. Being with her literally feels right. I feel so complete and my heart feels full and my body is warm. Then I walked away and… I feel like I’m missing something. I don’t feel good. I feel sick and cold like my heart had stopped. It’s like a piece of me is gone. My shoulder burns where this stupid mark is. And this time, I don’t feel the way I did last time. When we were together before, it felt like part of me was dying. I felt weak physically because I was drained. But, I didn’t have that same sensation. I don’t think she was feeding off my soul. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what to think, Scott.”

“Stilinski has a crush,” Danny spoke up. The two boys turned to the shirtless man behind the bar. “What? It’s true.”

“No. I don’t have a crush,” Stiles denied.

“Well, then you wouldn’t be upset if I tell you that Colby is hitting on your girl?”

“What?!” Stiles snapped.

“Yeah. That girl over there is the one you came with, right?” Danny pointed towards the crowd, Stiles whipping around to see the cocky lacrosse player leaning smoothly against the wall in front of you, trying to lay on the charm Stiles knew he had. You held a smile as you talked to him, Stiles’ heart frozen and dropping into his stomach. He didn’t know what you were discussing, but he knew he didn’t like it. A fuse was lit, Stiles growling lowly.

“Fucking Colby.”

“Stiles, calm down.”

“I told you he liked her,” Danny mumbled.

Scott shook his head, grabbing his friend’s arm. “Relax, Stiles.”

“I’m going to beat his face in,” Stiles huffed. “Who gave him the right to talk to her?”

“Are you saying this because you don’t want her talking to him because she is a witch? Or because you don’t want him talking to her?”

Stiles didn’t answer, breaking away from his friend to make his way towards you. Scott threw his hands up, keeping an eye on his friend just in case things got hairy. Knowing that you were there, Scott was being apprehensive, prepared to jump in at any time. Something told him that Stiles was right and you weren’t there to hurt anyone. If you were, you would have done something by now, the people around being lured to your side so you could drain their souls. But, you only focused on Stiles, your eyes drifting to the spazz from afar. But, Scott remained on his toes, seeing as the main brain of the pack was flustered beyond belief from his frazzled emotions. Mostly, he wanted to make sure that Stiles didn’t get hurt - emotionally and physically.

Stiles stormed up to the much taller lacrosse player, hearing the things he said to you. “If you want to, we could dance a bit. Maybe get to know each other. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone on Halloween.” Colby reached forward to swipe a hand through bits of your hair, Stiles glaring at the man. “Maybe when we are done, we can get out of here and go somewhere a bit quieter, just the two of us.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you told him. Stiles felt his heart sink, his body feeling heavy. He knew you weren’t there for him. You were using him to get access to your next meal so you could survive another year. And it broke his heart a bit without him knowing. “But, I’m not interested.”

“Excuse me?” Colby asked. Stiles smiled slightly at the angered man. “No one turns this down, sweetheart.”

“I’m not interested. I’m sorry,” you huffed. “I already have a guy I like and you’re not him. I’m not here for you or anyone else. I just wanted to have some fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax.”

“Then I can help with that.”

“No, I’m fine. I’m not interested.”

Stiles’ heart lifted when he heard your words. He didn’t know why, but your words warmed him. It made his heart flutter, his stomach rampaging against him. He stopped in his tracks taking a second to gaze at you. Your eyes showed your disinterest in the lacrosse player’s failed flirting. He could feel your annoyance. And the entire time Stiles stared at you, he felt the familiar warmth inside of him bubbling like a potion. You were truly beautiful in his honey eyes, every aspect of your mind, body and soul appealing to him. He yearned to pull you into his arms, holding you close so Colby couldn’t lay a finger on you. Stiles wanted to be the only one you looked at, the only one you felt and he wanted you to be the only girl he held.

His tongue passed over his lips, the realization setting in. I like her. A lot. Even if you had lied to him, he felt something deep inside. You had a real connection with one another. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you for the last year and you had been by his side the entire time. Now, you were back, and he wanted to embrace that. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to repeat your actions from the prior year. He wanted to be with you. Your denial with Colby showed that you weren’t there to destroy the town, to kill someone by sucking out their soul with your alluring voice.

He had been wrong to judge you. He believed you. And he wanted you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” Colby pressed, reaching forward towards you. That’s when Stiles stepped in.

“She said no, Colby. So back off.”

“Stiles,” you mumbled, surprised to see him after he left you alone. Your hand met his strong met, your heart jumping. The skin on skin contact tingled. Stiles glanced down at you, his eyes showing how he felt. He nodded at you discretely, making you smile. Sinking into his side, Stiles wrapping his arm around you slightly. The butterflies roared, making your body feel more powerful than before.

“Fuck off, Stilinski. We were having a conversation,” Colby sneered.

“It was a pretty one sided conversation,” Stiles told him sarcastically. “She told you to lay off. She isn’t interested.”

Colby looked back and forth between you both, scoffing. “Stilinski? Really, sweetheart? You can choose someone way better.”

“I’m sure he has a bigger dick than you,” you snapped. “At least, a dick that could please me. Because he has. More than once. And I want it many, many more times. He gives me life.” Stiles knew you meant it literally.

“I doubt that,” Colby huffed.

“Look, I told you I wasn’t interest. And that’s the truth. I came here with Stiles. I plan to leave here with Stiles. I don’t care about anyone else here.”

“Well, you can just leave with me and I will show you a real good time-”

“She said no!” Stiles growled, shoving Colby back. “Just lay off my girl, man!”

“You don’t deserve a beauty like her,” Colby growled. “You’re a nobody!”

“I’m better for her than you are,” Stiles argued. “You’re just a dumb jock with a small dick that thinks he can charm his way into any girls pants. But guess what. She’s too good for you. You’re a nobody. Where as me, I can actually show her a good time. She’s mine, Colby. Get over it.”

Colby pushed Stiles, who pushed him back. “You want to fight, Stilinski? Let’s fight then!”

You slipped between the two males in a flash, a hand pressed to Colby’s chest. “Stop it,” you huffed. A powerful force was released from your hand, pushing Colby back into a table of food, salsa, punch and chips covering his fake leather jacket and greasy greaser hair. Stiles gaped at the simple magic you used, feeling you take his hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yes please,” Stiles mumbled.

He allowed you to drag him out of the loft, Scott sending him a look that told him to be careful. Stiles nodded at him, following you out to the jeep. Roscoe rumbled to life, pulling out of the parking lot and racing down the road.

“Stiles…” you started, unsure what else to say.

“Did you mean it?” he asked, turning to you as he drove. “That you weren’t interested in him? That you only liked one guy? That you weren’t there for others?”

“Of course,” you told him. “If I wanted to hurt anyone, I would have done it, Stiles. You wouldn’t be able to stop me if I actually wanted to do something. My singing is powerful. My magic is powerful. I can put you under my spell in a snap and you wouldn’t even know it.”

“Like last time,” Stiles huffed. “I was so taken by you, I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“Exactly. I lure people in, Stiles. That’s how I deceived them so I could keep my power. But, not anymore. I chose to be here to be with you. When you turned up last year unexpectedly, I didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did. Yes, I drained your soul somewhat. I won’t deny that. But what we did… it meant something to me. It was so much better than anything I’ve had and I don’t want to give that up. I want you. You’re special and I only want that. The only spell I cast was by giving you that mark so that I am yours and you are mine.”

Stiles drummed his fingers on the wheel before he spoke up. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“I don’t blame you,” you laughed. “I didn’t give you much reason to believe me. I drew you in, I toyed with your mind, I fucked you, I fed off your soul, and then I left to feed on children. I lied to you. Yeah, I wouldn’t believe me either. But, if I was just going to come back and feed on children, would I have come back to you?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles shrugged, looking over at you. “Maybe I just had a very tasty soul and you couldn’t get enough of me.”

You laughed, nodding at him. “You actually had a very tasty soul. It’s sweet and tangy.”

“Really?” Stiles asked.

“Oh yeah,” you hummed. “Rather delectable if I must say. But, that jealous side of you earlier? I have to say, Stiles. That was incredibly sexy.”

“Was it now?”

“Oh yeah,” you mused. “Seeing you stand up to that asshole, defending me. Being a little dominant to defend your girl. Definitely a turn on.”

Stiles choked on air, shifting in his seat. “You don’t say.”

“You know,” you began, lifting the end of your dress. Your fingers passed over your covered core, already wet. “That little rendezvous we had in the bathroom wasn’t enough for me. I could use a little bit of jealous Stiles in my life.”

Stiles took a deep breath, his knuckles going white as they squeezed at the wheel. “Fuck, what do you do to me? How do you just manage to make me feel like this?” he asked. “I just feel so complete and eager and God, I am ready.”

You laughed, leaning over the police scanner to kiss his cheek, Stiles sighing happily at the tender kiss. “It’s because you love me. And I’m all yours.”

“My own personal witch?” he asked.

“You could say that,” you teased.

“God, I love you,” he rasped. You smiled. Pulling him into a kiss the second he parked the jeep in his driveway. He barely had time to kill the engine before he was turned in his seat to meet your lips in a feverish kiss. Your tongues tangled between your cheeks, your hands threading through his hair over and over until it was a mess of locks. His hands were attempting to pull you over the console, wanting to roam your body.

The kiss broke with a noisy smack, the windows of the jeep beginning to fog over from the heated aura you were producing. “House. Now. I’m tired of denying that I want this. I’m tired of waiting. Fuck, I want you. I want this. I believe you, Y/N. I want this so bad.”

“Then stop talking and take me, Stiles. I’m all yours.”

Dragging you up the stairs in the house was a no brainer. Stiles was glad his dad still wasn’t home since he was stripping himself of the police costume on the way down the hall, your boots coming off and your hat floating to the wood flooring, forgotten in your future misdeeds. Stiles shut the door quickly when you entered his room, the man pulling you into his chest to place a sensual kiss to your lips. Your arms wrapped around his waist, sinking into the kiss he gave you. You let him control it, his lips dragging along yours before breaking away, delving into another kiss instantly.

The kisses got more heated, Stiles head tilting to either side so he could mash his lips to yours perfectly. The sparks were flying every time they connected, the residual sound of their connection growing louder and more frequent. The smack of lips was prominent, echoing through the crisp air of the bedroom. Tongues battled playfully with Stiles winning every time, trails of saliva stringing you together when you pulled away for bursts of fresh air.

The dress melted from your form, pulled over your head and discarded carelessly. Honey eyes narrowed with dilated pupils, taking in the nearly nude body before him. You stood in just a pair of wet panties that he wanted to rip off you, literally. With each step he took forward, you stepped back until your legs connected to the bed. Stiles pushed you into a sitting position, taking your wrists in his hands.

“Keep them here,” he told you, slowly pulling off the arm sleeves you were wearing. Your hands were left extended before you, wrists touching slightly. You watched Stiles remove the handcuffs that dangled from his belt, the key placed on his bedside table. The metal clanged as he wrapped them around your wrists, letting them fall into your lap clasped together. He took the arm sleeves you wore before, tying them together before wrapping it around your head, your vision going pure black. You let him do what he wanted, enjoying the touch the man gave you. You were enthralled by it, relishing in the bliss it gave you already.

Stiles leaned into your ear, the hot breath making you shiver. “Lay down,” he demanded with a husky voice. You moaned, doing ask he asked. Your bare back was laid to the mattress, your bound hands resting to your stomach. Your legs, dangling over the side of the end, were pushed apart, the thong you had on snapped from your waist. The thing strap on the right side was torn, the silky material removed from your lower half immediately.

Two fingers ran through your folds, Stiles’ ears perking up at your loud moans. The tips probed the entrance, dipping in slightly before pulling back out. “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked.

“You,” you told him through a whining mewl. “I need you, Stiles. Please.”

“You still like it hard and fast?” he questioned.

“Yes,” you moaned. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember that night together so clearly. I’ve dreamt of it because it was that good. That amazing. I always asked myself what I would do if I saw you again because I was mad you left after that. I thought I would hate you but man, I lied to myself. I want to feel you, all of you, only you.”

“Please, Stiles,” you cried. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Stiles grinned, slipping the two fingers into you. He watched you back arch when they spread your apart, opening your entrance to the air around you, scissoring your pussy quickly. The tips curled to scratch at your sensitive walls, the fingers squishing in your wetness with his quick thrusts. He watched the way your breasts jiggled with the thrusts of his fingers, your chest heaving for air. His free hand darted out to grab one, fondling the mound and the hard, boisterous nipple between his fingers. The combined effort made you moan louder than before, urging him to do more.

He pulled out, despite your noisy pleas. The hand sayed on your breast, the fingers that once pushed into you are a rapid pace, finger fucking you into heaven, were placed to your lips. Stiles grunted when your lips parted, taking the two digits between them. Your tongue swirled around them, sliding along his skin to taste yourself. Your lips puckered around him, swollen and red from the relentless kissing you had done upon arrival to his room. They parted when he pulled his fingers free, the pads smoothing over your extended tongue until they flicked off the end of it.

You could hear the rustle of his clothes when he backed away, the loss of body heat leaving you cold and lonely. You wished you could watch him undress, only your imagination left to wonder what he was doing. You could picture the way he unbutton the shirt the rest of the way since he had gotten half of them off on the trek down the hall. You thought about how he would shrug the fabric off his broad shoulders and down his bulging arms that were muscled from lacrosse. You saw his lanky fingers undoing the button on his pants, pushing them and his Calvin Klein’s down his legs until his cock was springing free slapping his stomach so a single string of precum connected the tip to his wonderful happy trail of hair that led to his giant package. You wanted to see him in all his naked glory before you would drop to the ground, sucking his cock happily.

His cock slid between your folds, your back arching off the bed once more. Your hands clawed at your stomach, unable to claw at anything else around you. You whimpered for him, waiting for him to fll you like you wished. He slid in once, bottoming out before he pulled out completely. You felt a void, getting filled for a half second before it was ruined. He did it repeatedly, taunting you with the action. You were being teased, toyed with before you got the main course.

“Please, Stiles,” you pleaded. “Don’t tease me.”

“But I love hearing you whimper for me,” he murmured deeply. You whined, a mewl laced throughout it. “Don’t you like my cock filling you up repeatedly.”

“Yes, but I want it to stay inside me. Please,” you cried. “I love this dominating spirit, but please. I need you to fuck me. Please, Stiles. I need you so bad. Don’t tease me. Just pound me hard and fast until I’m cumming all over your cock.”

“Is that what you really want?” he asked, shoving in before he vanished again. You nodded quickly, hair flying around in the process. “Alright. I want to hear you scream.”

The next thrust into you, he stayed. His cock pistoned in and out of you quickly, pounding you into the mattress while he stayed with his feet planted to the carpet. Your hips clapped together with a resonating frequency, smack after smack of skin filling the room with your moaning screams. His fingers dug into the sides of your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist to push him into you deeper. The tip hit your sweet spot every time he pushed into you, making your head fly back in ecstasy. The lack of vision amplified the pleasure, your body shaking in happiness.

“Yes! Just like that! Oh my god!” you screamed, your arms extending above your head while your back arched more. Stiles groaned, watching your body jostle with his powerful thrusts, breasts bouncing with his movements.

“I forgot how much I missed this,” he groaned, snapping his hips into yours. He was pushed as far in as he could go, his balls hitting your folds as he did. Your walls convulsed around him, making it harder to move but adding the the pleasure he felt. He pushed through it, his cock twitching and pulsating through your walls into the blood in your veins. “The bathroom earlier wasn’t enough at all. God, I could do this every second of every day and never get tired of it.”

“Oh, Stiles. Please. More!” you moaned.

You were pulled closer into him so he could piston as fast as possible, his eyes closing to chase his high. He was weak, the arousal in his system too much for him. Watching you squirm from what he was doing, hearing you moan and scream his name, and feeling his cock entering and exiting your snug, wet pussy was making his stomach knot. The feeling she felt for you, his denial replaced with acceptance, ignited the fire, knowing that you were there to be with him. He didn’t have the same weakness as the prior year. He felt full and complete and he was going to revel in that feeling as long as he could.

His will didn’t last long. You were quivering against his sheets, letting out an elongated moan of his name. Your walls hugged his shaft, juices splattering around it in bursts of pleasure. Your fluids coated his length, your toes curling into his backside and your head flying back. The warmth and moisture of your core became too much for the man, his thrusts slowing to a gentle push when the climax came. His seed shot off inside of you, mixing with your juices in strings of scalding hot white drops. The coil he had was gone, exploding into fireworks from a sea of flames your bodies produced. His pushes slowed, your tight walls milking the last drops fro the tip of his length, greedily taking every last drop he ejaculated.

Stiles fumbled to remove the handcuffs and makeshift blindfold, moving you properly into his bed. His body collapsed next to you, your head resting on his chest. The blankets covered your forms, your legs tangled together under the sheets. Your hand rested to his heart, feeling the quick beats slowing to a normal pace under the tips. Your moved to trace the cat mark on his shoulder once, feeling his shiver to your touch.

“Sleep, Stiles,” you told him, seeing the man beginning to doze when you looked at him.

“The last time you told me to sleep, I fell asleep and you were gone when I woke up,” he drowsily spoke up. “I don’t want you to turn back into a cat. I want you to stay here. With me.”

“Don’t worry,” you mused, running a hand through his hair that was wet with perspiration. “I will always be by your side.”

Stiles wanted to retort, but he was drifting - fast. His eyes went hazy, going dark before he knew it. The last thing he saw before he fell into a restful sleep was your beautiful eyes staring back at him with a tale of love, his body full and warm instead of cold and weak like last time. His soul was bright, feeling alive with you in his arms.

He just wasn’t ready to see his cat again.

The sun was what woke Stiles up, peeking through hs blinds directly into his eyes. He groaned, draping his arm over his orbs to shield them from the bright rays. He shifted, stretching his stiff limbs. He was fully rested after the eventful Halloween night of topsy turvy events. He recalled everything that happened, wondering if it was all a dream. Had you really been there? Or, was it all a spell he placed on himself wishing for something to happen?

He knew it wasn’t a dream at all.

He remembered the frantic thoughts of what was true. He remembered the lure to the dance floor. He remembered the bathroom. He remembered the jealousy. And he remembered the bedroom.

Blinking his eyes open, he expected to see the black cat by his side. But the pressure against the side of his body wasn’t that of a cat. His head turned, jaw dropping to find you sleeping beside him. The blanket had fallen off your chest, exposing your breasts to him - perky nipples and all. He slapped himself a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but you never faded.

Stiles smiled, not caring about morning breath or that you were sleeping. His body turned and his lips pressed to yours in a fiery kiss that woke you up. Your moaned into him, one arm wrapping around his neck. Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, licking his lips.

“You’re here,” he whispered.

“I’m here,” you replied.

He leaned in to kiss you again, unknowingly falling for the spell called love. Still, he knew that he was all yours. He had been since he heard your voice.

And you were his. And you always would be.

𝅘𝅥𝅮I’ve put a spell on you, and now you’re mine𝅘𝅥𝅮

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(you put your arms around me and) i’m home

this is taken from my ao3 because i’m currently really struggling with my mental health, and am going through a spot of writers block. i’m working on one of the prompts i’ve been sent, but it’s a slow process! enjoy this in the meantime :))

(also thank you so fucking much for 250+ followers in such a short space of time!)

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As soon as Chloe hears about the litter of kittens that’s apparently been dropped off, she drops everything — including her mug full of hot coffee — and runs to the office. She bursts into the room, startling all of her colleagues.

“Where are they?!” She bounces over to Aubrey, her best friend, who winces as soon she’s grabbed enthusiastically by the biceps.

“In Room C. We’re trying to work out what we’re going to do with them,” Aubrey explains, carefully prying Chloe’s fingers from her arms. She watches fondly as the redhead squeals, her hands flying up to cup her cheeks. Even after twenty years of friendship, she still finds Chloe’s excitement over animals adorable.

Aubrey can tell how desperate Chloe is to go and see them, but she has an appointment in five minutes. They both know it’ll take her a lot longer that that. Chloe becomes inseparable from any small creature after a solid thirty seconds; Aubrey can’t count the number of times she’s physically had to drag the redhead away from kittens and puppies.

“Go on, go see them. I’ll cover your 11:30.” Aubrey grins as she’s engulfed in a tight hug, her chest constricting.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Bree! I owe you one!” Chloe squeezes her tightly once more before she pulls away, turning abruptly on her heel. The redhead flies out of the door in the blink of an eye, leaving Aubrey smiling behind her.

Chloe tries to tamp down her excitement as she pushes open the door, not wanting to freak the little balls of fur out. As soon as she lays eyes on them, her joy overflows, spilling out of her mouth in the form of a sharp squeal.

She rushes over to the litter, a soft aww escaping her lips as her eyes soften and her heart melts. They’re all black, but their paws are dipped in white, like little socks. It’s adorable.

Chloe spots one kitten, tucked slightly behind the others. It’s pushed into the corner of the bed, it’s paws covering its eyes. It’s smaller, and clearly the weakest of the litter. Chloe’s eyes fill with sympathy. The soft meow it releases tugs at her heart strings and she wants it so much.

Being careful not to startle the tiny thing, she lifts it’s legs to check the gender. A boy. An awfully sneaky thought enters her mind, and she really tries to ignore it, but it’s impossible when he’s staring up at her with those big wide eyes.

Chloe decides she absolutely has to persuade Beca that they need a kitten, because let’s face it, she’s walking out of this room without claiming him as hers. She’s wanted a kitten for a while now, but has been too apprehensive to ask Beca, since she doesn’t think her girlfriend even likes animals.

Another timid mewl escapes the kitten’s lips, and Chloe knows she has to at least try. She even has a perfect name already: Neville. It’s not a secret that Beca Mitchell is a closeted Harry Potter nerd, and Chloe knows the brunette has always had a soft spot for the boy.

Mind made up, Chloe pulls her phone out of her back pocket and loads Snapchat. Time to start persuading Beca to agree to keeping Neville. She lifts the tiny kitten from the bed and sets him down on the table, her thumb hovering over the screen as she gets ready to video him.

As soon as she starts the video, Neville releases a string of meows. Chloe aww’s from behind her phone, lifting a finger to try and get Neville's wide eyes to follow it.

The quiet meows cease a few seconds later, and Chloe lifts her thumb off the screen. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she types out a quick caption, hoping it’ll melt Beca’s heart. It reads: “please let mommy bring me homeeee”. Chloe hopes it’ll seem like that’s what Neville was meowing. (She firmly believes that, and doesn’t care what anyone else says.)

Chloe places her phone down next to her to play with Neville while she waits for a reply. Even at work, Beca usually replies to her messages quickly, so she expects a Snapchat back within five minutes.

She’s not disappointed.

Two minutes later, her phone chimes, signalling that she’s received a Snapchat. Her heart beats a little faster as she loads the message, desperately hoping it’ll be one of approval.

She opens it up to see a photo of Beca grinning, accompanied with “i am so leaving work early! i’ll grab chinese on the way back too. can’t wait to meet our fluffy son <3”.

Chloe squeals and almost drops her phone, overjoyed at the news. Neville will actually be theirs. She’s getting a cat with her girlfriend. An adorable black kitten with the woman she loves. Her heart swells, filling with the immense love she holds for Beca.

She stares down at Neville, her gaze soft. She reaches out to stroke him, relishing in the feel of his silky fur. He’s actually going to be theirs.

[x]

When Chloe gets home, a cat transport box tucked safely under her arm, Beca isn't there. It's hardly surprising, because it's only four thrity and Beca usually only gets home between six and seven. Chloe doesn't exactly know how when her girlfriend is getting back, because she's really excited to show her Neville.

Chloe carefully sets out the small cat bed she bought, along with the wide range of both squeaky and fluffy toys. (She had to, okay?) Once everything is arranged to perfection in the corner of their bedroom, she brings the carrier into the room and opens the door. Neville stumbles out, still a little shaky on his paws. Chloe can't believe he's already nine weeks old; you'd never be able to tell from his size.

"Come on Nev, let's get you settled." Chloe scoops the tiny kitten up in her arms and cradles him to her chest. He meows quietly as he nuzzles his little head into her cleavage, curling in on himself as he settles down. The redhead strokes his back slowly, internally dying with happiness. He's just so cute and so soft.

She walks to their couch and sits down, Neville still cuddled into her chest. She kicks off her flats, careful not to jostle the ball of fluff in her arms. Chloe finds she's actually pretty tired; too much excitement always drains her more quickly than usual. (You can never be too excited though.) Her eyelids slowly flutter closed as she leans back, her shoulders relaxing.

[x]

Chloe's woken by a few jabs to her ribs, the touch clumsy and certainly not careful. Beca. Only Beca wakes her like that.

She's about to grumble in complaint and go back to sleep, but then she remembers Neville, and her eyes fly wide open. "Becs!" She half yells, springing off the couch to launch herself at her girlfriend. She's met with a gentle hand pressed against her chest, stopping her from wrapping Beca up in a hug.

Chloe's about to protest, but then she looks down and sees Neville nestled into Beca's chest, and her heart melts into a puddle of warm liquid. A slow smile spreads across her lips, her eyes twinkling with love. "What do you think?" The words come out a little nervously, even though it's obvious Beca's just as in love with the little creature as she is.

"I love him," Beca whispers, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to Chloe's pink lips.

"Aw Becs, you're such a softie." Chloe pinches one of her girlfriend's cheeks, giggling gently when Beca scrunches her nose up in protest. She doesn't complain verbally though, so Chloe takes it as a victory.

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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Can you do the RFA + Minor Trio as cats? Like what type of cat they would be, breed, whether they are cuddly or not, etc. I hope that isn’t too much.

Of course, this was a lot of fun! I got to research some cats, and I learnt things I never knew before!

Before reading, to clarify any confusion when I switch from the terms “their owner” and “you,” I made you the “owner.” I realise that I switch the terms around a lot, and therefore it could be a little confusing. I hope this clarifies anything. :) I hope you enjoy, darling! Thank you for your patience!

RFA + Minor Trio as cats

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★ Yoosung ★

Siamese Cat

Like the siamese cat, Yoosung is very affectionate, intelligent - that is when he is attending his classes and not staying home to play LOLOL - and vocal,

And as well as those characteristics, can become depressed when left alone or are away from the owner. “Meow~ Rik– I-I mean MC, please, don’t leave me home alone!~ Meow!” Will definitely sulk watching you leave.

Kitty Yoosung loves to play games no surprise with his owner; he especially enjoys chasing a laser point, playing with balls of yarn, etc.

Type of cat that can literally sleep anywhere and in any position too, for that matter. You can find him in the sink, in the shower, dangling a bit off the couch, in the food bowl, anywhere you can imagine. Though he is a playful cat, he also has a lazy streak.

Not a very good climber or jumper. Sometimes falls when trying to get on the couch, and it’s really funny because he flops on his back and lays there for a minute before getting himself up.

Very messy cat too, especially when it comes to his litterbox. You are constantly having to clean up all the litter that he kicks out the box,

And I mean, it’s heap loads of it. “Oops, I’m sorry, Meow~ I won’t do it again– Oops! I did it again! Meow~”

♪ Zen ♪

Maine Coon Cat

Also known as the “gentle giant”, maine coons are large, sociable sweethearts, just like Zenny~ Along with that, playful, gentle, with “dog like” traits, and most importantly, a flirtatious cat.

With his graceful struts, rolls on the ground, purrs and rubs against your leg will have anyone cooing at his gentleness.

A very gorgeous cat; super fluffy, big tail, and big ears. Walks rather pridefully and likes to be taken outside on a leash to show himself off - and frankly, if he’s your cat you want to show him off too since he’s so beautiful.

“All these people want to pet me! Ah, well I can’t blame them. I’m just so fluffy and beautiful. Meow~”

Zen sleeps on your bed, and since he’s so big, he takes up a huge amount of space. If it’s a small bed, you’re practically dangling off the edge while Zen is comfortable laying on his side or curled up smack bang in the middle of the bed.

❀ Jaehee ❀

Persian Cat

Jaehee shares in common with the persian cat a placid and adaptive personality, quiet and keeps to themselves,

And very affectionate to their owner. Especially when the owner is respectful of their space and boundaries.

As a cat, she hardly makes any noise, even when she wants food. She’ll be very subtle about it just by approaching you or sitting in front of the cat bowl.

Jaehee is a very sweet cat, and very sweet to their owner. She likes to be around you, a good distance away, but close enough so you can hear her gentles purrs and feel the warmth radiating off of her body.

“Please be close to me, Meow~ but not that close. Please respect my boundaries…oh, you did. Thank you! Meow~”

She is the best cat to have whenever you are upset, because she senses it, and to cheer you up she will sit on your lap and rub her head against your chest.

Does not care about the quality of the food - eats whatever is given to her and put in her bowl.

Does not like when doors are closed and you are on the other side. Doesn’t matter if it’s the door to the bathroom, she doesn’t like it, and she’ll start pawing on the wooden door and pushing her paws beneath the cracks in the door.

☂ Jumin ☂

Ragdoll Cat

Jumin is a docile, calm, and gentle cat like the ragdoll. He is affectionate to his owner and owner only. Not entirely like the ragdoll cat, but more adjacent to his personality and a very intelligent cat.

Jumin is a very beautiful cat, with golden eyes that have a glimmer in them - you’re pretty sure that his eyes have the power to seep into your soul, considering how intense his eyes are, and more importantly, how intense his stare is.

The type of cat that is up at odd hours, and if he’s up, that means you’re up. He will not let you sleep. “Meow~ I really hope you are not trying to sleep.” Oh, he knows you are trying to sleep, but he does not care.

He will walk on your chest, and his claws will be practically digging into you because like as said, zero cares, and he will rub his head all over your face, neck and chest.

Basically, practically think’s he’s royalty. The saying that, “when you feed a dog they think you’re a god, but when you feed a cat they think they’re a god,” has never been so true with Jumin. Oh yes, in this household, he is the god, and he will not move a muscle. Unless absolutely necessary.

With that being said, he sits on your clothes with literally no fucks, and when you give him a glare as he lays on a pile of clothes that needs to be put away, he’s unfazed.

“Apologies. Would you like me to move? I don’t think so. Meow~”

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Exotic Shorthair Cat

Exotic Shorthairs are fun cats, just like Seven! They are playful, energetic, affectionate, intelligent, loyal and affectionate.

Unfortunately, the other quality that the exotic shorthair and Seven share is they can become depressed, especially when they are left alone. But besides that, they are the perfect “meme” cat and a loyal friend to till the end.

So don’t leave this poor baby alone.

Seven is not like any ordinary cat; for one, he really likes water. He loves to get in bubble baths with you, though all the water clings to his red fur, and it can be a hassle to dry him.

Totally scratches up the furniture, even after numerous times of having been told not to, and even though he has a scratching post! The couch is scratched up the most - you determine it’s his favorite “scratching post.”

Cat does not know what personal space is. He is all over you at all times, all up in your face, fur in your mouth, arms and legs spread.

This cat will eat anything you give him. Even if he is not hungry, if you are eating dinner, lunch, or just have a snack in your hand, and he will sniff it then bite it out of your hand, then run away at the speed of light!

“Catch me if you can! Meow~ Haha, you can’t, you can-” Bangs into a nearby wall and hurts his little head.

❆ V ❆

British Shorthair Cat

The British Shorthair is a good natured cat, devoted to their owner as a loyal companion, who truly sticks to the end, which is perfect for V who sports the same characteristics as a warm hearted and good natured person, who too, is loyal and devoted.

The two share a calm temperament, tolerance, and are easy going. V is not the most active or playful, but every once and while will humor his owner by playing with a little ball of yarn, patting it around with it’s paws.

V will kiss his owners face, sometimes licking on their cheek. His whiskers always tickle your face, and you can’t help but giggle and run your hand through his short fur.

He is a very photogenic cat, and never shies away from the camera, though it may seem like that when he does his traditional pose covering his face with his paws. It’s in mainly to enhance his adorableness. Your phone is flooded with old and new pictures of V being overall adorable and sweet.

Like Jaehee, his is a very good cat when it comes to comforting. He can sense when you are sad, and will immediately jump on your lap, nestling his head in your stomach and leaning up to kiss your face. “Don’t be sad, meow~ Let me help you. Please, I’ll lick away your tears.”

V is also a cat that really loves bags. Wherever you go grocery shopping and the second the food and other what nots are removed, he’s jumping into the bag and curling into it. Many cute pictures of him in a brown bag, adorable as ever.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

Russian Blue Cat

Saeran is someone who is very reserved, quiet, and tranquil, like the Russian Blue cat. Saeran does not like to go out of his comfort zone, especially after everything he went through in his early childhood, up until being rescued from Mint Eye – that doesn’t change as a cat.

The Russian Blue is a very intelligent cat with an acute sense, which is great for someone like Saeran who has many talents with the computer, more, an quick learner.

Another particular trait that Saeran shares with the Russian Blue is that they are both sensitive to human emotions. Saeran can sense when someone is depressed, anxious, or overwhelmed, considering he felt those three emotions for most of his life.

As a cat, when he sees that his owner is getting stressed, he’ll go up to them and nestle his head against their shin, his gentle purrs are relaxing sound to their owners ears.

He can also, of course, tell when someone is happy or excited, and therefore when his owner is happy, he is happy too.

Saeran is the type of cat that when lying down, they like to cover their face with their paws, sort of hiding themselves from the world, but allowing themselves to be open to, and willing for gentle pets to their stomach or head.

Unfortunately though, he is also the type of cat who will push things off a surfaces purposely to get your attention if he feels like you’re ignoring him, or you’re going to leave him alone.

“Meow~ Please, MC, don’t leave me. Meow~”

He is a very cuddly cat, and does not like to be left alone for too long. He’ll follow you around, stick by you, jump on your lap and groan if you move. But he is a very lovable cat, and a loyal one too.

✌ Vanderwood ✌

Grumpy Cat.

Though he may look grumpy on the outside, he is a sweet, adorable, lovable cat that just wants your love and attention,

So don’t be fooled by the frown on his face. He just wants your love and a clean house.

Vanderwood is the type of cat that judges you for every little thing that you do. And you can just tell he is judging you by the look of displeasure on his face and the intense glare - his eyes are very intense, and sometimes you feel a chill go up your spine looking into his eyes.

He’s a tsundere even as a cat. Though he may act like he doesn’t like it when you pet him, the moment you’re removing your hand he’s meowing and pawing at you to continue, therefore resuming to his, “I don’t care” attitude.

If you don’t like things being pushed on the ground from off a table or counter, Vanderwood is the cat for you. Clean. Freak. Even. As. A. Cat.

He doesn’t like a mess. He doesn’t like to be messy, he doesn’t like to be in a mess, therefore, he doesn’t like to make mess, which is the beauty of him as a cat.

He hates baths, since he doesn’t like the water or soap in his fur, and if he’s having a bath, he knows it’s because he is dirty, and just the look of the dirt seeping off of him in the water is enough to make him meow a really high pitch moan of distaste.

“me-OW~~ Get me out! I swear, I will bite you!”

But again, he is a very gentle cat. He likes to sit in your lap if you don’t force him, since he is a very independent cat. He likes to be surrounded by your warmth, and he likes to rub up against you when you’re still.

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seokminfools · 6 years

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Minnie

Word count : 3349

Genre : Fluff, a disgusting amount of it

The sun was just starting to hide behind the clouds. They weren’t dark though, just big, thick clouds, almost like cotton balls filling up the sky. The air was cool as it blew against my cheek, tiny cloud forming with each exhale. I gripped the sling of my bag closer to me, my feet kicking a few pebbles on the pavement, occasionally stepping on dried orange leaves, making a crunching sound. The trees were painted orange and the streets were covered in leaves. My neighbor was out early in the morning with his blower, trying to rid of the fallen leaves that ended up by their porch. I smiled; it was finally my favorite season.

I turned around the block and bent down by the bushes. The little tent set up behind it was still intact, and I could hear the soft purrs coming out from it. This place was a regular stop over, no matter how late I would be for my errands, I would make sure to always pass by. I took the jar from my bag and started spilling out its contents. Soon enough, my little friend came out from her hideout and came out to greet me. She rubbed her head on my leg and started purring while I pet her head. I smiled warmly at her, “You’re getting big, Minnie.” She meowed and my smile widened. I might just break my landlord’s house rules just to bring her home. Somewhere between just wanting to protect her from the rain that one night, to checking up on her once every few weeks, I’ve fallen in love with her. She trusts me now, too that she would follow me all the way to the café sometimes. It wasn’t far, so I would allow her to. I noticed something new about her; she was wearing a collar. “Oh? Who got this for you, Minnie?” My fingers ran through the faux pink leather, to the cool metal pendant that hung by her neck. I smiled when I saw what was engraved on it. Minnie. I stood up from where I was crouching and gave Minnie one last pet before heading towards my destination. I pushed the glass door, ignoring the Sorry we’re CLOSED signed that hung on it. The bell chimed above my head, causing the ruckus by the back to halt. A head peaked out from the kitchen to call to whoever came in hours before the opening time.

“Sorry we’re not open ye—Oh it’s just you!” He stopped midsentence and with a smile and his head disappeared back into the room. I rolled my eyes playfully before heading towards the kitchen. He was dusting his hands off of flour and wiped his hands on his blue apron, which was already more than covered by flour. I tossed him a fresh towel from the counter by the door and he caught it swiftly. He smiled at me and I returned one back toward him. His cheek had frosting smeared on it and I giggled. He turned his head sideways in confusion which caused me to giggle even more. I pointed at my own cheek and he touched his, mirroring my action. He quickly caught on what got me amused and immediately wiped it off. My giggles died down and was replaced by a fond smile instead. He rolled his eyes and went back outside, me trailing after him.

“what’s gotten you so giddy this morning? You’re extra smiley today.” He said while his back was turned against me. I slid on one of the high chairs—so high that I swung my feet while on it—in front of the cashier counter and rested my chin on my palms.

“Oh I don’t know,” I started, but stopped, waiting for his reaction. When I didn’t continue, he looked up from making my drink to raise an eyebrow at me. He covered the teacup with a saucer and turned the timer on. He then turned to face me and leaned back on the marbled counter behind him, crossing his arms while waiting expectantly. I looked down at my hands and fiddled with them, suppressing a knowing smirk creeping up my cheeks. “Someone got Minnie a collar.” My head stayed lowered but I sneaked a look at him. He turned his gaze away from me, and even though the lighting was dim—no lights were tuned on and the only source of lighting was the sunlight seeping through the glass walls—I saw a slight blush seeming to creep up his cheeks. “At first I thought someone finally decided to adopt her but you’ll never guess what I saw.” I finally raised my head to look at him and he did the same. “What?” He asked.

“They knew Minnie’s name. It was engraved on the pendant! I wonder who gave it to her?” I smiled, knowing very well who Minnie got it from. Before he could answer, the timer for the tea went off and he turned around—not fast enough for me to miss his ears turning red—to finish preparing my usual. When he turned back around, I stifled a laugh and he was avoiding to meet my gaze.

“Here’s your usual. Rose hibiscus tea and a grilled chicken sandwich. You can leave now.” He said, handing me the paper bag and heading back to the kitchen, in an attempt to run away. I caught his sleeve and decided to tease him a bit more. He turned around and let out an exasperated sigh. I checked my watch and saw that I had a lot of time before having to go to work. “Nah, I think I’ll eat my order here. I have a lot of time right now.” He groaned in response and headed toward the kitchen again. I laughed and followed him again towards the back, sipping on my tea. Ah, warmth. When I got back into the kitchen he was already starting to put the dough in the ovens and he glared at me when I entered his line of vision.

“Why are you so embarrassed about getting Minnie a collar?” I asked, genuinely curious. “I also know you’ve been letting Minnie sleep inside the café at night before you close. I also saw the bag of cat food under the cashier.” I giggled, remembering how much healthier Minnie now looked compared to when I first got her. “She’s gotten a lot fatter, you know.” He turned around to face me and I tried hard to suppress my laughter. It seemed like all of the blood in is body rushed to his ears. They were so bright; it was a sight to see. It was cute. He walked past me, exiting the kitchen again. I sipped my tea again while waiting him to come back, and before I got too bored, he came back in.

“I saw you last week looking at collars for Minnie.” He started, and now it was my blood’s turn to rush to my cheeks. “You didn’t get them though because we both knew your landlord wouldn’t allow it.” I nodded my head sadly at his statement. “I don’t know if you knew but I actually know your landlord. He comes by here every 3’o clock-ish,” I set down my tea on the counter behind me and crossed my arms. “One afternoon, it started raining really badly and I ran outside to pick up Minnie and bring her inside the café because I’ve also grown quite fond of Minnie,” He said, a small smile creeping up his face. “When he came in, I had just finished setting up Minnie’s corner and he saw her. At first he kept glaring at her, but when Minnie purred while rubbing her head on his leg, it’s like, he fell in love.” I laughed at the last part.

“Everyone falls in love with Minnie.” I tried to be subtle about my statement, but the warmth creeping up my ears would probably tell him otherwise. “So, what happened?”

“I may or may not have mentioned that you technically own Minnie and just can’t bring her home because your landlord wouldn’t allow it and he may or may not have told me to tell you that you’re allowed to bring Minnie home now, which was the reason I got her the collar and I was hoping you wouldn’t mention it yet because I wanted to buy Minnie a bed before telling you this.” He quickly said the last parts I almost didn’t catch it. But I did, and my eyes widened and I let out a squeal. Before I even knew I was doing, I was already in his arms, my own wrapping around his neck and he was giggling by my crook of my neck. I loosened my arms around his neck to look at his face to see if he was serious. Instead, he just smiled really widely, his full set of teeth showing and his eyes disappearing into small slits on his face. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck again and started jumping excitedly while still being held captive in his arms. His laughter kept ringing in my ears and I kept mumbling a train of thank you thank you thank you thank you you’re the absolute best oh my god thank you.

He grabbed my waist to calm me down and it did. I stopped jumping around in his arms and just stared into his eyes, my smile mirroring his. “Thank you. I wouldn’t ever have the courage to ask for permission to keep Minnie.”

“Happy birthday.” He smiled, pulling out a small velvet box out of his apron pocket. My hands went to cover my mouth and when he saw my reaction he quickly added, “Don’t worry it’s not a ring. I’m not proposing.” I rolled my eyes and hit his arm and he cowered, massaging his arm. “Ah! I get you a gift and I get abused!” I rolled my eyes again and took the box from his hands. It was a silver necklace with a small circular locket. Minnie engraved on the outside and there was a picture of Minnie on the inside. My eyes threatened to spill with tears, when I looked up to him.

“Oh…don’t you like it?” He asked, his eyes turning into one with concern. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could tell that he felt confused with the sudden attack of physical affection but he slowly wrapped his arms around me, too. He started stroking my hair as I buried my face into his chest.

“Dumbass…I love it. Thank you.” He gasped when I called him a dumbass but he quickly laughed in response. “I’m glad you liked it. I was worried you wouldn’t because you don’t seem to wear necklaces a lot.” I lifted my face from his chest to look at him.

“You’re the best, Minnie.” I said quickly, before returning my face into the burrows of his chest. He swayed us both from side to side, his laughter rumbling on his chest. “You only say that when I get you something.” I hit his chest softly and he yelled an over dramatic ow! in response. I tightened my arms around his waist and closed my eyes, trying to calm my own heart at how happy I felt.

“Thank you, Minnie. I love you.” I whispered, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he heard it at first, but the quickening of his heartbeat told me that he did in fact, hear it.

“I do have one question though,” He started as he dropped the box on the carpet. He sat down in front of the box. He opened it and he started taking out its contents. A big sack of cat litter, a scratch post, an abundance of toys ranging from automatic mice to feathers for Minnie to play with. I sat down in front of him, grabbing the sack of litter and pouring its contents on to the tray. “Why did you name Minnie…Minnie?” I took a glance at him and he was fiddling with one of the cat toys, which made me smile fondly at him. I glanced over where Minnie was snoring on her new bed that we picked up just a few hours before we brought her home. I then returned my gaze at him. The resemblance was really…uncanny. They both had short brown curly hair, brown eyes, cute tall little noses and they both had very sweet personalities. I smiled to myself, standing up and started setting up the cat’s litter place.

“You two look alike.” I told him nonchalantly. I felt his eyes boring at my back and footsteps started following me. “I look like a…cat?” He asked and even without turning back to face him, I knew his head was cocked to the side, a habit he never really grew out of since we were kids.

“Stop pouting, Minnie. It’s not something negative.” I let out a soft chuckle.

“Move it by the stairs so it won’t stink up the house when she uses it.” He said and I mentally agreed, picking up the box and moving it by the staircase, him still trailing behind me quietly. I smiled to myself. See? Just like Minnie. I turned around to face him when I was done and I was right, he had his head cocked to the side, his brows almost meeting at the center and a small pout playing at his lips. “This is exactly why I named Minnie after you.” I said and his brows furrowed even further.

“I don’t get it.” I jumped to lay down on the couch and he followed right after me, lying down by the other end of the sofa. I fiddled with the locket of the necklace for a bit while staring at the ceiling. I bit my lip and opened the locket. A picture of him when he was seventeen was on the right, and a picture of Minnie on the left. A warm explosion took place in my chest when I saw the name Minnie carved on the outside of the locket.

“Hey Seokmin,” I started. I was feeling my chest tightening and I closed my eyes while still facing up the ceiling, not having the courage to look at him straight in the eye. “I love you.” I whispered. He scooted closer, just the tiniest bit. Just close enough that our knees were touching.

“I love you too, you know.” My breathing hitched. I used my arm to cover my eyes. Was I actually doing this? Right now? “No Minnie,” I started, feeling my throat closing up, this familiar feeling of the tightening in my chest revisiting me. “I think,” I paused, using my other arm to overlap the one covering my eyes, and play with my hair, a nervous habit. “I think I really love you, Minnie.” I choked the words out. I felt his hand making contact with mine and I jumped in surprise. I couldn’t see because of my arm blocking my vision but, I could feel like warmth radiating off me. When did he get this close? I felt his palms on my elbows and the next thing I knew; he was hoisting me into a sitting position. I kept my head down, a curtain of hair blocking my face. I placed my hands in front of me, fiddling with them. He took hold of mine and I closed my eyes, feeling another eruption of warmth take place inside my chest. Jesus Christ, I thought. Just how many volcanoes are living inside of me?

He slowly pushed my hair back, tucking some of it behind my ear while I refused to look up at him. He placed a finger at my chin, gently lifting my face so I’d have no other choice but to look at him. His face was beautiful. The way the dimly lit space made him seem like he was the brightest object in the room, he was breathtaking. The way his orbs bore straight into my soul, erupting yet again, another set of volcanoes. He pursed his lips, “I love you,” He placed his hand on my cheek, the warmth of it was enough for me to melt into it. “so much.”

“You know I don’t mean it as best fr—” I started but immediately cut myself off when he rolled his eyes and placed another palm on the other side of my cheeks. “I know, you fool.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. He smiled and I just stared at him in shock.

“You mean…you love me too? As in the I-want-to-date-you type?” He laughed and the cage of butterflies was set loose on my insides and I felt lightheaded. He was so beautiful it was unfair.

“I have been, for the last fifteen years but thanks for finally noticing, I guess.” He rolled his eyes as he intertwined our hands. I stared at him with my mouth agape. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I yelled, feeling both frustrated and relieved that I wasn’t losing my best friend but frustrated because I’ve been suppressing my feelings for nothing. All of the times I wanted to kiss him, all of the times I wanted to hold him, all of the times I wanted to tell him I loved him in this way. He shrugged in response, laying back down at the opposite end of the sofa.

“I was just waiting for you.” He said, staring at the ceiling. He was so calm, as if he expected this to happen already. On the contrary to how I was feeling, heart racing, palms sweaty, my ears ringing. “I’m not calm, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m actually freaking out right now. I didn’t think it would come this soon. I want to kiss you right now.” He confessed, and before he could even utter another word, I bent down to press my lips against his. Fuck. I thought. My lips were desperate against his, my hands making its his way to his hair as he slowly started sitting up, still not breaking contact. His hands found their way back on my cheeks and reciprocated an equal magnitude of desperation and need with his lips. I couldn’t breathe, this felt so surreal. I was kissing him. My best friend, the love of my life, my Minnie. He broke our lips apart, our foreheads touching. I was out of breath, borderline panting. He looked up at me with hooded eyes and broke into a grin. I couldn’t help myself. At this point, I was past having any form of self-control. I cupped his cheeks again and started peppering kisses all over his face. His forehead, his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin, his lips. God, his lips. My lips lingered longer on his lips and he didn’t seem to mind, smiling into the kiss. I broke contact to breathe, but his hands found its way to the back of my neck and pulled me in again. I was breathless, my chest felt like it was close to exploding but I didn’t care. My lips never left his, a small smile slowly making its way to mine when I felt him smile against the kiss. He pecked my lips one last time before looking straight into my eyes. His lips were swollen, much pinker than they were a while ago. His cheeks were a nice shade of pink, too. He suddenly pulled me into a hug, causing me to end up sitting on his lap instead of awkwardly kneeling in between his legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck, feeling the tears threatening to spill.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Minnie.” I pressed our foreheads together, our noses rubbing against each other, a big smile painted on both our flushed faces. Right here, in this moment, in his arms, I’ve never felt even more at home.

#seokmin #dennydrabbles #uh #this was disgustingly sweet #but im feeling lots of feelings so i needed to get this out #day 4 of pcd and im in fucking shambles lads

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