.lılılı.ıllı individual!stray kids (hyung line) x reader ▹
،، genre ﹆ smau | angst/no comfort includes ﹆ hyung line | mentions of death | mentions of nausea/sickness | grieving | inspired by that one trend circulating around a few weeks ago ﹕ ﹒ ⌕
⊹ ⌁ ˖ a/n ﹆ so this is my first smau and i am going to be so fr i have no idea how to make these but thank you to @/kloversung for recommending me postfully~~~!!
please do not translate or repost my works without credit to here or any other website! this work is not based off real-life events and is purely fictional. (this blog does not use ai and is an ai-free zone, so please do not feed anything here to ai, much appreciated!) ୧
.lılılı.ıllı individual!stray kids (hyung line) x reader ▹
،، genre ﹆ smau | angst/no comfort includes ﹆ hyung line | mentions of death | mentions of nausea/sickness | grieving | inspired by that one trend circulating around a few weeks ago ﹕ ﹒ ⌕
⊹ ⌁ ˖ a/n ﹆ so this is my first smau and i am going to be so fr i have no idea how to make these but thank you to @/kloversung for recommending me postfully~~~!!
please do not translate or repost my works without credit to here or any other website! this work is not based off real-life events and is purely fictional. (this blog does not use ai and is an ai-free zone, so please do not feed anything here to ai, much appreciated!) ୧
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(कोई 🎏) "koiiq these don't make sense at all" danku so much , but no fr I was just geeking ny ass off, feeling lazy to color the text also ong first time doing two posts in such a close time span Hello + THANK MICKIE FOR TELLING ME TO MAJE TJIS AND KIRA WHO HEARD THE FREAK VERSION. Please don't kill me if u type like dilf skz .. instead 𝓭𝓶 𝓶𝓮....
what is the little twins reaction at their mama turning into a cat😱
sylus x reader | sylus & his family | dad!sylus, turnedintoacat!mama!reader, very excited kyros & lucian
you dont remember climbing into kyros’s bed, but you take the opportunity to curl yourself closer to him and bury your nose in his hair.
his scent is particularly stronger, for some reason, and for another you get the urge to not make that so. so with sleepy, meticulous kisses—or so you think— you try and clean him.
strangely and blissfully unaware of the manifestation.
his hair sticks up with each kiss and his hands come around to push your face away. “owie.”
you frown. since when has he rejected your kisses? or think they were painful?
you chirp—
wait.
his eyes open at the noise. deep red irises light up like sparklers at the sight of you as he reaches and takes you in his arms. “woah!”
you blink. once. twice. how is he able to engulf you like this?
“woosian.” he whisper-shouts towards the racecar bed beside his circular-nest one. “woosi-yan!”
“kee-ro, quiet.” lucian whines, turning away from his brother’s voice and covering his head with his blanket.
you feel yourself being lifted up with arms wrapped tightly under your armpits. it takes a handful of effort for kyros to move gently and climb onto lucian’s bed.
but when he does, he pets your head and plops you down on his brother’s shoulder. breathing out, “tat.”
you blink. oh. not again.
reminded of the time this happened once before, you do not worry for being this way indefinitely. so, you decide in that breath to ride it out with a little bit more grace this time.
with a deep sigh, you make your way to lucian’s side and lick the tip of his nose.
you wish you could capture this somehow— the details of when they open their eyes to the sunlight in your feline vision. each lash so perfectly curated, each freckle in their irises wonderfully placed, the overjoyed expression that paints their features when a kitten wakes them.
“a cat!” lucian squeals, taking you with him again when he sits upright. you giggle in your mind, the purrs let them know you are.
you’ll commend them later with how gently they care for you.
kyros’s warm palm stays on your head, petting as he is talking to you about being part of the family. asking for permission to hug you which you respond to with slow blinks and head butts to his soft belly.
lucian excitedly crawls in circles around you, careful not to hit you, while yapping about how many tricks you’ll be able to do— with live demonstrations of said tricks. you so kindly demonstrate them back to him, and his face of triumph is one you've never seen before.
your heart warms, despite being in this predicament, not once have you yet worried about needing to turn back.
on this rare morning, when your little ones are fawning over you and showing you the fruits of your love for them, you take this curse as a blessing.
but that smell.
it’s not bad, just strong and warm and creeping. the smell of a living body— of milk, blueberries and a simmering smoke beneath. a strange variation of… sylus.
a scent too strong that you must wipe them clean of or else something else will smell them, then your little ones would be in grave danger. your pupils shrink to slits and your hackles rise at the thought. kyros murmurs a confused, "huh?"
hopping up on your hind legs makes him coo, but your singular purpose is to get to his cheeks. a few licks will balance them out, smooth it out and refine it— balance it with you, and make it smell like home.
"boys, have you seen your mother?"
you’re in the middle of licking lucian’s forehead when sylus walks into their bedroom. he stares at his children, hair mussed in different directions, and they stare right back at him.
"papa!" kyros smiles, scrambling off the sheets to crash into sylus's knees. he is caught just in time before any teeth are knocked out, and lifted into a sturdy embrace.
lucian tilts his head closer to you when you bap his forehead with your mitten. you start licking at another spot on his head. "papa, a cat came in."
"it looks like it." he chuckles, recognizing the dragon li that has begun scenting his children as none other than his wife. it's happened before, anyway, what he didn't expect is that it would happen again.
he reaches out to squeeze lucian's cheek good morning, but your paw swats his hand away.
the silence is heavy.
he scoffs at you, appalled. "are you keeping him from me?"
you hiss, ears flat back and petulant. the answer, horrifyingly, a yes.
you try to chirp at kyros, redirect him back to you because— ugh, he just undid all the work you did and now he smells even more like his father and even less like you. luckily, he is obedient and wriggles out of his papa's grasp at your command, much to sylus's displeasure.
"hey!" sylus harrumphs, watching as kyros sidles up next to you and lucian. his brood, now within your litter.
"papa no hurt you." kyros supplies helpfully. "he big, but he no hurt."
sylus softens at his children's words. to you, he says, "see, kitten? i'm harmless."
"her name miss waffle-cake, papa," whispers kyros, offended for you. you meow in protest at the dubbed name, knowing how sylus will use it against you later on, but kyros holds you close now and sniffs you. "she smell sweet!"
"oh?" sylus grins, sinister and mischievous. "may i?"
he's fast when he takes you from kyros. the height you travel up to is sickening with the speed, it makes you squirm and cry in protest. soon you're face-to-face with your husband, eyes gleaming, and smirk treacherous.
his nose is in your belly in an instant. it tickles. you do not know whether to scream or laugh.
your meows are incomprehensible, and your limbs flail about against your control. in your head, you are screaming for your life.
"stop!" is yelled from below you, your own kittens now pawing at sylus's legs in outrage. "stop, she don'ike it!"
sylus breathes a chuckle as he cradles you to his chest. your sheathed claws tap at his cheek in mock pride, saying, yes! listen to your sons!
"papa, be nice!" squeaks lucian, seeming most affected by your distressed sounds. "she little!"
"give me!" demands kyros, hands outstretched upwards. waiting for your return in his protection.
sylus laughs at your smug expression, surprised a cat can even have such a prominent one, and promptly hands you back to kyros.
"sorry." kyros kisses your forehead softly, and you melt in his embrace. "papa silly sometime."
lucian comes to scratch your chin and bump his forehead against yours. angrily muttering under his breath, "big lizard."
your purrs get louder as your laughter turns hysterical in your brain.
oh, your sweet boys.
"okay, i'm sorry." sylus sinks down to the floor to kneel on his legs and bows his head. "i got... excited."
lucian is the one who shifts his body to be the barrier between him and you. "papa... like cats?"
sylus chuckles at the accusation. "i love cats. especially waffle-cake." he nods towards you. despite yourself, you tilt your head shyly.
"miss waffle-cake." kyros sneers. he did come up with the name, after all.
sylus raises his palms regretfully. "miss waffle-cake."
oh he's loving this. you snuff a breath at him through your little pink nose.
sylus pleads with his family now, eyes big and unguarded. begging to be included in the fun. "i promise to be gentle."
the twins look to one another. it wasn't like their papa to lie to them. he messes with them, regularly, sure, but he isn't mean, they think. lucian is the first to nod, and so kyros announces the ruling that papa can now be part of the i-love-miss-waffle-cake-club.
grateful, he squeezes himself onto lucian's bed and takes all three of you in the crisscross of his legs. bending close to your snout for a little nuzzle as he whispers, "just say when."
knowing that the last time this happened, turning back involved lips and true love.
you rub your cheek against his chin in acknowledgement.
the morning is spent indulging your family on their simple joys.
you'd become one of the world's greatest marvels, existing being your greatest feat to your children.
your quick zoomies around the room are exhilarating, especially with two little boys trying to catch you.
you sniff them until their stomachs hurt from laughing.
you teach them to make biscuits on papa, starting your own little bakery on his bottom.
even your instinctive licking (because they're starting to smell like sylus again) is so inexplicably beautiful to them, they just sit there and let it happen.
and naturally, under the warmth of the morning light, once curious eyes waver behind heavy lids. your own yawn from your place on sylus's chest, underneath his shirt, seems to trigger everyone else's.
positions are established like nature, and soon you're squeezed up against two little ones who've decided they want to be kittens in papa's shirt too.
but before they drift away, kyros takes your paw in his hand and lucian kisses your head and murmurs. "wish mama was here."
melting your heart into oblivion.
"having fun?" sylus inquires once lucian has followed his brother into a dream later on. you've crawled out of his shirt and perched yourself on his shoulder, curling around your babies as best you can.
you chirp at him, yes. and slowly blink at your sons.
"ready?" he asks softly, but it sounds like another request entirely.
the slight pucker of his lips is cute, showing a little more than he let on— if you knew how to look for it. an expert in reading your husband, you read him clear as day: he misses you.
so you lean in, but instinct trumps logic and your paws press against his lips. "mrph!"
"what?" he wonders. you're getting up and climbing on his head now. he feels the sharpened bristles of your tongue move his unstyled hair in all directions, doing more harm than good if your intention was to groom him.
he lets you finish the job, just as obedient as his sons, until you give him the kiss he's been waiting for.
when your feline eyes turn from large and crystaline to the ones he fell in love with, he smiles. "kitten."
meanwhile, your hands slide up to the back of his head to tug him down. his hair—now perfectly balanced in scent thanks to you— is askew, but you make no effort in fixing anything else.
you take a whiff and sigh in relief. "much better."
"because... you're not a cat anymore?" sylus inquires. unaware of the still fading inner workings of a feline's mind.
"sure," you shrug, kissing his cheek. then you turn to your sleeping babies on his chest and soften. "but that was good too."
It was wrong. Deep down, you knew that. What you were doing was wrong, plain and simple.
But that didn't stop you.
Maybe Sylus noticed the way you'd always come home with treats he found too sweet to stomach, the way your eyes would linger on the falling snow outside, the way you glanced around, searching, everytime you walked by a hospital. If he did, he never said a word.
He lets you have it. The illusion. Maybe he was afraid, to lose what little he got of you. After all, he spent so long searching, hunting, waiting.
Maybe half your heart was better than none at all.
You miss him most in the early hours, still fuzzy from sleep. Sylus knows this, of course. There's always a tiny flicker of disappointment on your face when your eyes peak open and you catch a flash of blonde. Perhaps you're hoping it is all a bad dream, and you'll awaken to those familiar green eyes, and a smile will finally grace your lips.
Instead, you murmur a quiet good morning and slip out of bed before Sylus can speak a word.
Sometimes, your heartbreak manifests in a different way. You hold Sylus close, eyes shut as you settle in his lap, kissing him passionately. He can feel your emotions, your desires, all of it. It reels him in, his love for you. Even as you pull away to settle on all fours, back arched in front of him.
It's not Sylus's favourite position. Far from it. But still, he keeps silent.
Even as the quiet gasps of "Zayne" leave your lips, he stays silent.
( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen your very sweet neighbor passes away, the family asks if you can help pack up her house. unexpectedly her grandson comes to help out and he is exactly how Mrs. Lee described him ── sweet, funny and just your type.
এ smau fluff fem reader minor death mention grief in humor
summary: in which you ask about the lads boys condom size.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: suggestive content so NSFW / MDNI, xavier’s a little vulgar, zayne is lovely, rafayel wants to kill himself again (!!!), sylus is lovely again, caleb is strange. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), only a few comments/compliments but nothing explicitly stated. that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is based on a req SO i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ^^
a/n: yes…that is a cocoaxia original photo…no i don’t want to talk about the implications of me going about my normal human business and stopping to take a photo of the condom aisle to subsequently use for A LADS SMAU…i do it all for the realism…don’t ever say i'm not committed to you ladsnation…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
SAME BUT on that note: Okay peepz. I know you didn’t ask for the Japanese versions lmao. BUT! He consistently uses Mahiru (マヒル) and not oniisan/niisan
It’s not just once. He even goes as far as making you say that it has to be Mahiru only/only Mahiru. And the MC only uses Mahiru too.
Romaji: Itte kure. Omae ga hoshii no wa Mahiru datte
Say it. That the one you want… is Mahiru
Romaji: nananana (maps’ Japanese shucks)… Mahiru shika mienai
… I can only see Mahiru
Romaji: Mahiru dake… Mahiru janakya dame datte.
Only Mahiru… that it has to be Mahiru/it won’t do unless it’s Mahiru
Romaji: Mahiru… dake
Mahiru… only
Anyway. I’m really curious to see the CN translations too, but I have a feeling they’ll be pretty similar to the Japanese localization. To me it really feels like the point is that you’re with Caleb, not just “gege” because Caleb is greedy (like he said in Indulgent Scheme) :3
Vampire Sylus and his elderly wife (who he loves infinitely).
Sylus is an almost 200 year old vampire, yet looks like a human in his twenties. He’s happily married to his now almost 80 year old wife.
The towering 6’2” man holds a hair tie between his fangs, sitting on the floor as his wife combs her fingers through his hair.
You, who has been with Sylus since you were in your late twenties and promised to spend your life with him. Your fingers comb through cascading silver locks, parting them into small sections and intertwining them into a braid.
“Are you almost done?” Sylus asks when he feels your hands travelling through the lower part of his hair.
“Forgive my old eyes, honey. I’m only halfway there.”
Sylus leans his head back to rest on your knee. His eyes scan over your features with a hint of something that can’t be described as anything short of admiration.
Unprompted, he speaks, “you look exceptionally gorgeous today, sweetie. Have I told you that yet?”
You couldn’t help but feel both flustered and embarrassed by the compliment. You push his head back forward.
“Don’t say such ridiculous things, Sylus.”
He only gasps. A sound of pure offense that came from the vampire.
“I must remind you that you are my gorgeous wife. How is that ridiculous?”
You pluck the hair tie from where it had fallen in his hands and you tie up the last end of his braided hair. Sylus uses this as an opportunity to fully turn his body towards you.
“This old lady is hardly as beautiful as she used to be.”
“…No,” Sylus pouts.
“No?” You blink.
“You’re the most beautiful person in the entire world. My heart is overwhelmed with love for you so I must let it out,” Sylus says as he takes your hand in his. He guides your palm to nuzzle against his cheek.
He presses a kiss against your hand. He murmurs, “my dear wife.”
First non-smut work >:) sometimes we all need a break.
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