#and I just blank faced it and speed-marched off

[goldkirk]

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[toruro]

arguing w soonyoung but he decides to push you against the wall and see you flustered while he slowly starts fingering you, like “what? why are you so shy, hm?”

↳ pairing. k. soonyoung x reader ↳ tags. smut (18+) ↳ a/n. the way i literally can’t think after reading this wtf okay sorry this might just be completely word vomit helpp

“you aren’t listening to me,” soonyoung groans out, leaning back against the kitchen counter. your eyes are on the brink of tears but you furiously blink them away, refusing to relent.

“you aren’t listening to me,” you retort, bringing up two fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. you aren’t sure what you two even started arguing about, but now it’s cumulated into a bunch of little tiny things that has you both going back and forth.

you’re sure there isn’t any meaning to his words, honestly, but you can’t help but grow intimidated and increasingly upset about the whole situation. nothing is quite making sense to you when he’s spewing out his next list of words, but this time it all goes in one ear and out the other.

you hardly even comprehend the words that are coming out of your own response, but whatever it is it must be pretty fucking intense because it has soonyoung’s eyes darkening.

this entire time, there’s been a good amount of space between you two, but now he’s marching over to you and pushing you into the wall. his touch, while slightly rough, is oddly gentle, and there’s hardly any force in the way he basically manhandles you.

“soonyoung, what are you—” your voice is hoarse as you glance down at his arm that’s secured at your waist. there’s a little bit of an idea of where this is going in your mind, but you aren’t sure if soonyoung is willing to make it go in the direction.

of course, he is.

your cheeks burn with heat as he roughly rubs his hand against your clothed core, palm dragging against your clot while his fat fingers push against the folds of your cunt. “s-soonyoung—” you try to mutter, but your voice comes out wobbly and soonyoung smirks.

you can’t deny the growing wetness that’s forming between your thighs, and you can only hope that he doesn’t catch on to the way soonyoung and anger make for a very hot duo.

“what, baby?” soonyoung coos as you stutter out his name. sneaking a hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties, a smirk makes his way onto his face when he feels your warm, wet core. “you were just saying something earlier…what was it again?”

he watches your face contort into pleasure—albeit your attempts to subdue it—and the his eyes literally sparkle at the way he has you at his mercy.

“you were just saying how i’m not listenin’ to you,” soonyoung murmurs, bringing his head down to place a kiss on your neck, not giving any warning before sinking one finger into your drooling pussy. your body jerks at the familiar sensation of soonyoung’s deft finger rubbing against your warm, gummy walls.

you let out a small, involuntary moan when he slips in a second finger, and by this point you can’t even remember why you were even mad at soonyoung in the first place.

was it the dishes in the sink?

did he keep forgetting to turn off the lights?

what does it matter if he’s fucking you with his fingers so good that it has you blanking out, thoughts consumed with only him: soonyoung, soonyoung, soonyoung—fuck.

you cry out when soonyoung curls his fingers in a way that has you writhing under his touch, and he takes this has his chance to gently bite down on your neck. your soft moans have turning into louder ones, your high pitched squeaks echoing through the room.

soonyoung pulls his swollen, puffy lips away from the crook of your neck to look down at you with lustful, loving eyes. “i’m not listening to you, huh?” he murmurs, speeding up his fingers when he hears you whine out his name. “seems like i’m hearing you pretty well.” soonyoung leans in once more, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “and it seems like you want a whole lot more.”

a/n: please let me know if u liked it and likecommentreblog for a kiss <;33

[c0zy-fluff]

Heyyyyy, so I'm bored,,

More GoldenThunder hcs? More GoldenThunder hcs.

- Simon is definitely the one to use pet names for Poe, though he mostly uses "Babe" for them, but tends to get creative w/ coming up w/ pet names. Poe? Ehhhhhhhhhh- It's on very rare occasion, honestly, but once in a while they like to call Simon a pet name and Simon sometimes gets a lil too excited when that happens. However, they do secretly think it's cute whenever Simon calls them a pet name that's kinda unique for them.

- Though I did mention last hc post about how they realized their feelings for one another, I didn't mention how they both fell for the other. (Probably gonna do Simon in this post cuz I don't wanna hog all of the hc post w/ how a dragon fell for a raven (or crow) and vice versa.)

When they soon became actual friends, Simon was honestly bored at some point in the graveyard w/ Poe at night time (which is usually when they hang out cuz that's when Poe is actually out of the shadows), cuz there ain't no conversation or anything happening, so he turns to Poe, about to tell them how bored he is, and suddenly sees the most beautiful and lovely image he's seen in his life, an image that's worth every penny- No. An image that's absolutely priceless and exquisite. There they are; Poe, looking in his direction, the moonlight dazzling over them with the stars shining behind them and creating an absolutely magnificent image, looking at Simon with a blank expression slowly turning into confusion and noticing how long Simon's been staring at them for. Simon's eyes were widened at sight of Poe in the moonlight, he felt his face getting a slightly darker shade of red than his natural skin, his heart starting to speed up, he felt like butterflies were just starting to invade his stomach, etc.

Poe, noticing this, calls out to Simon, asking him if anyone's there, and snapping their wing in front of his eyes to snap Simon out of whatever trance he's in. It works, then Simon blinks twice and looks away from Poe in embarrassment, leaving Poe in absolute confusion (and not exactly in the 'you okay?' confusion, more likely the 'bro, tf is wrong w/ you??' confusion cuz they weren't in love w/ Simon yet)

- If StarStudent is the roller SKATING type of date, then GoldenThunder is definitely the type for roller BLADING:

Simon, who's ever rollerbladed a few times or so after getting hurt numerous times from falling, would be feeling confident to guide Poe around the rink w/ his ✨cool af rollerblading skills✨, but when Poe says, "Nah, I got this", they immediately get into the rink to do a couple of laps around as Simon watches in shock of how actually skilled Poe is at rollerblading. But soon, the shocked stare soon turns into a bit of a sappy, loving stare as he watches his partner show off their skills. However, Simon snaps out of this trance when Poe stops near a wall in the rink and motions Simon to come over, and that's how their rollerblading date starts :3

- When they're alone together, Poe seemingly feels slightly more compelled to softly smile with Simon. (Although it's a small smile, Simon will take what he can get)

- Can't tell if they'd be the type of relationship to keep it a secret from others perfectly or try to keep it a secret when literally everyone knew smth was going on between the two, despite their personalities being totally the opposite.

- Simon LOVES it when Poe is being a badass. Such as if the two of them are holding hands and then someone were to insult their relationship, both of them won't care. But if the insult is towards Simon, that person just dug their own grave. Poe would stop dead in their tracks, tell Simon to wait where he's standing, and march straight towards the person and roast them to Hell and back. Meanwhile, Simon just watched from afar with a proud (+ loving) smile on his face as he watches his partner be a badass to those that dares to insult their boyfriend.

- Poe likes how understanding Simon could actually be. At first they thought that Simon hardly gives a damn abt anyone at all, but they were actually able to see his heart and more to it. When they got together and Poe started stumbling on their own internal problems, Simon was there to help them through it and was completely understanding when Poe felt like they couldn't handle the problems. Although Simon is understanding, they mutually keep it a secret to keep the Mr. Popular status in public alive cuz Poe rather understands the peer pressure coming from Simon.

That's honestly all I got for now lol

RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY'RE STARTING TO TAKE OVER MY BRAINNNNNNN IM SO TOTALLY SANE BOUT THEM (im not) HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HTIGHSGRKGIDHFKDUDUFUZTDIFJSJFMDMHKK

[heartfullofleeches]

Just a random ramble about Cholly. (Also couldn't remember the pronouns so I stuck with He/They since I think I remember those being used but I apologize if it's incorrect!)

My brain is filled with Cholly for some reason and I just imagine them wearing the goofiest halloween costumes. Like the classic ones but having a silly gag. Vampire costume would probably involve them being caught having "blood" on his mouth but he pulls out tomato juice. Frankenstein (I know thats the doctor but for simplicity sake I'm calling the monster that) costume would be normal except he shocks himself with electricity. Unlike Frankenstein however, he shows that skeleton and black border cartoons use as he is zapped. Although his body is a mystery with how they can contort themself so those bones are just for show I'm pretty sure. Ghost costumes would definitely result in him being able to float while wearing it. Like it's just a white sheet over their head but when you pull it off he stays hovering in the air for a second but looks down and falls upon realization he can't fly. I feel like a mummy costume would just be him using toilet paper to wrap up people. He may wear it and then spin it off and wrap another person with it OR instead just pull it out and wrap others. Idk my brain is rotting and I think of the stuff cartoon logic can be applied to and Cholly just fills my brain perfectly.

Sorry if I bothered you with this! Just wanted to ramble a bit about Cholly :D

Never apologize when it comes to rambling about Cholly. I wholeheartedly advocate for more. You don't understand how much I love this goofy toon and would ramble about them daily if I didn't feel I was dumping too much about them at one time. They are so bby girl and such a delight to write for. (For future reference Cholly literally does not care about what pronouns are used for them as they are simply Cholly) For the Ghost costume I could see them doing a gag of drinking "poison" (maybe paint thinner?) and actually "dying" to become a ghost. (They'll be fine so no worries). Still throws on the sheet to spook their darling when the time comes. Probably throws it over their shadow instead and stands behind Reader, transparent and floating a couple inches off the ground. Uses their new abilities to peep on them before missing being able to touch Reader and hoping back in their old skin. - "Whatcha think of my new look?" It's certainly a look. Not the most original, but still quite cute. The trace of the rabbit's pointy ears stick out like a sore thumb from the sheet they wore. You could already imagine their cheeky grin, and the twinkle in their eyes hidden behind those big black circles cut through the blanket. You couldn't wait to see it. "Looking great, Cholly- just one little thing." The Ghost tilts their head, cloth bunching up just enough for you to make a grab at it with zero issue. "What's that?" "I already miss your pretty face." Lunging for the sheet, you yank it off their head in one fell swoop. Your speed surprises even you which boils to confusion as the dust settles. They aren't there. You've seen a number tricks from the colorful character, but there was always some trace of their presence life behind. You look to your right, then your left. "Cholly?" "Still right behind ya, Doll." You spin on your heels. It takes a minute for your eyes to pull away from the blank wall behind you and instead train on the head poking through it. Cholly waves, elbow propped on thin air and hand rested beneath their chin. Watching the quickness of your chest increase, their smile grows. "Hiya, Gorgeous~" You scream. Cholly snickers, eyes shut with the violent bounce of their shoulders. They let a surprise, elated gasp as their eyes widen beneath the see through lense of their kids. "Wow! I can see you even with my eyelids closed! Ghost life just keeps getting better and better." You march over to them, reaching out only to touch solid wall. "Are... are you...?" "Dead?" Cholly scoffs. "Pfft- Course not!.. I mean I am a ghost, but it's a toon thing. I can change back whenever I want to." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good..." "By the way.... If you ever need a hand in the shower, I could lean two. Missed a couple spots while you were in there earlier." "Cholly!" "Think I hear the stove runnin'. Better go catch. Catch ya later, Gorgeous." Bringing their hands up to the sides of your face, you feel the ghostly imprint of their lips upon yours. Only downside to their new form was they couldn't kiss you with the intensity and passion brew inside them whenever in your company. They wink as your brain redirects from the sweet gesture back to the topic of their little peeping session, and fazes out through the wall before you had the chance to chew them out.

[siremasterlawrence]

Erasing James

My cellphone vibrates in my pants alerting me to a call I can see it’s Jay my on and off Slave.

“Hey Daddy” his breath blows in to the cell

phone speaker swears to me with a bright smile.

“Hey boi! So you are back?” I say not really caring anymore.

“I missed you…”

“Well…”

“I am ready”

“For what?”

“I want to meet”

“Longtime it took”

“I am sorry “

We agree for him to come pick me up by my apartment which he does, he calls me to greet him by his car and I walk down the staircase and out the door.

Down the block taking a turn to the other end of the block to the car he walks up to me and taking my hand he leads me to his car.

He opens the door helping me in slamming my door, I lock it waiting for him to enter the driver seat and we place our set belts on as we drive off.

Driving off he flips the radio off I find all of my stations switching to the one I live to listen to me and the wheels go crazy as he speeds off.

A hour and half hour later the car stops cold in the driveway parking it in his we exit the car and head back in to his house the door closes.

I slam his back in to the door pinning him to the wall staring in to his eyes I create very deep connection building it up and our eye lines can never be distracted.

“Oh Daddy! I have wanted you “

“You kept me waiting”

“I am so…so sorry “

“What are you going to do about it?”

“FUCK ME!”

“PLEASE “

“Shut The Fuck Up!”

“I own you “

“I decide”

“I am sorry Daddy”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Of course”

“Oh! Thank you !”

“Mmmmmmm…..ssswwweeettttt”

“You enjoyed it?”

“Oh God!”

“Don’t ever leave me”

“I choose “

“Submit to me”

“Kneel for me, hands on bed and spread”

“Yyyyeeeessssss MASTER”

The lights go off with the slip of a lite finger flicks of causing him to yell extraordinarily at me in pain and pleasure.

“SLEEP”

“Can you hear me?”

“YES”

“Listen to my voice “

“When I count to three you will fall in to a deep slumber”

“The single flick of my hand on you will stir you to full spring.”

“You will cum on my command “

“1

2

3

CUM”

“Uuuhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhh”

“Blank slate for Master Lawrence”

The end

Al’s Rapture

The next weekend my other slave Alexander aka Al calls me the next week after weeks

of not hearing from him he is so excited to meet me.

He drives by my apartment calling me he

is begging me to meet him, I agree to get again I am rounding the corner to the side of the building.

He walks over to me arms wide hugging me tight then we drive off to his apartment as we park I wait for him to stop and snap my fingers.

His eyes roll back dropping his head on to his chest I feel proud of my work I command him to follow my orders exactly as I state for him.

I tell him to fall deeply in to slumber waking up at my next snap as puppet waiting for my commands he does so willingly with all his needs.

His desire to please me makes him so hard

I watch in delight then refocus a bit telling him to face ahead and I begin to formulate my plan.

“Take me up to your apartment every step token you deeper.”

“No need to answer just nod”

“Let’s begin! Go!”

“Press the button and let’s go “

“Nice place “

“Join me on the couch “

“Lay your upper body on my lap “

“Good boi “

“You deserve this spanking “

“One…two….three…four….five”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Alright! Let’s start! shall we?”

“Rise up and stand “

“Grab a chair and sit”

“You may speak”

“Yes”

“Who’s in charge?”

“You of course”

“Mmmmmm”

“Nice lips”

“Take a leap”

“A leap”

“Dive in to the abyss”

“Trust fall in to your submission “

He falls back on to the chair freezing at my order, whispering in his ears I instruct him a bit and snap my finger.

Standing up I point to the mirror he walks in an obedient manner he marches to it looks in a mindless state.

My hands land on his shoulders telling him to refocus on me staring in to my eyes I am claiming him.

Undoing his shirt throwing it to the side in a huff, unzipping his pants he steps from in it and stand in his underwear.

Smacking it hard on the ass it is bright red raging on his pale white skin unknowingly I am breaking him down.

I force him to give me a salute while I took it in my one hands to yell at him on how he is to improve his body.

“Who are you?”

“A empty vessel”

“Who is Al?”

“No one”

“I am your God”

“You love me”

“I love you “

“You no only me”

“You exist for me”

“Yyyyyeeesss”

“Wake up and adjust “

“Yes Daddy”

“I am at your service “

“May I meet Jay?”

The end

[astrxlfinale]

Pat pat.

The invitation was sweet enough to make itself evidently clear.

"Can't exactly get to the driving controls if you're behind me now, right? Means I need to take place as support as the sidekick here." That title was bit off with all the dramatics, intending to lighten the moment, especially when he's set before such a charming, and outright dumbstruck face. It was odd, in an immensely fond way in just how much she could channel an endearing nature, especially when she wasn't trying. It wasn't until the act transpires, how she'd work in herself seamlessly working across his body does it click.

The fresh fragrance of her shampoo, how she almost looked as delicate as a damn leaf in a windstorm with how she shuddered about, it's clear 'difficult' was afoot. That same specter found itself hounding his thoughts and realizations too, allowing the novel stature of her attire to brush against bare skin, against his shirt, coming to a head once she'd actually succeed in settling herself down in that homely space practically reserved for her.

Automated (dream) sensors would pick up that the current occupants were already inside, prompting it to securely shut its doors. Only then would a dull light hum to light, the multiple commands for switches such as boosts, flips, a lever that signified commands from high speed to stop also being lit up with brighter lights due to the smaller text. Soon enough the sphereroid found itself humming with life, wholly prepared for the wonders of March's driving debut!

"Think I would've nailed that high score in Hanu's action shooter otherwise? A guy has to put a lil commitment in!"

Try as he might, that nervous electricity she elicited was palpable. It stroked through the entire cabin, making him all too aware of how she'd make the sturdiest bones proud with how stiff she got. It'd be nothing but a bundle of cotton candy pink before his eyes, that same disarming (and favorably learned) scent simply making his shoulders slacken. It was a weird tightrope to be settled on, the race it'd make his body calm but tempt that heart of his to race. In the end, he'd solidify one answer that hoped to disarm this tension in kind.

Leaning up, it'd be just enough before he'd apply a gentle exhale of air, puffing a sudden breath to drift across the back of her neck. "More than comfy." He'd begin, easing up just enough while he'd bring his hands to settle on both of his thighs, a press of his soles keeping those legs stable as they closed just a bit. "Normally these types are rides for one. More swift compared to the wider ones, and y'know, I don't wanna slot out the real deal experience here."

Only then would the moment shift, leading to Caelus's head being bold enough to settle upon her shoulder. It was a familiar gesture (usually in far more spacious locations while she was reading), leaving him entirely blank on how it'd be in a closed space. "Shouldn't I be asking you that though? The first rule of driving is to never imitate a statue here."

...

He made that up.

A nod, accompanied by an internal deadpan expression. Places that they have travelled to always prioritised the imagery held after an incident, maintaining their reputation even when the Astral Express knew better. Penacony in particular had an itch to keep the events that had transpired under a secretive order.

“Boy, am I glad I’m part of the Astral Express. I feel like it’s way less exhaustive than coming up with lies all the time.”

March 7th was a terrible liar, known by all who had witnessed any attempt from her firsthand. Liars could be spotted so easily when the right questions are asked, and a continuous string like that would easily lose any attention span the girl possessed — which wasn’t much.

Everything felt so bright within this realm, enabling a vigorous, carefree exploration of the newest features added, as well as experiencing the old all over again. Nothing within this world could ever feel boring, given the exhilarating thrill that comes along with merely being there. The Golden Hour stands to be one of the most prominent Hours within Penacony, and arguably one of her favourites.

“As long as you’re by my side, I’ll try anything!” Subtle honesty, on the other hand? That was something she could muster. Blatant comments, open sarcasm and an open-minded air was always enough to keep her from going too deep, even if she had shared most of her thoughts with Caelus. Between herself and her diary, he was her favourite person on the Express!

Not to say the others didn’t hold a special place in her heart, too, but he seemed to champion all other thought.

“So, you’ve already been on one of these?”

Now this was a master at her work! An intent set to find out exactly how the hell he already knew that in a way that left her lack of attention-span out of the question. Before she knew it, though, she was dragged away by him in the direction of the exclusive experience, her heart thudding excitedly with the knowledge that this time was going to be dedicated to them.

The ride itself felt fitting toward his caliber, granted that he was quite the untamed beast in… all areas of life. The handholding between them had rendered her speechless, afraid that her voice would give out, exposing herself and those masked emotions, all of which she needed to keep buried.

Her eyes would take in every move he makes inside the machine, her mouth slightly agape at the smooth way he manages to squeeze himself within in one fluid motion. A moment passes, her candied gaze peering inside, observing the free spot he was offering.

“I’m sorry — you want me to… sit there?”

It was unlike her to struggle with her words like this, fumbling over the smallest of thoughts as that lap called out her damned name. Hesitantly, March would work her way inside, her nerves spiralling at the realisation that this would be the closest in proximity they would have ever been in. At least, in this sense. With red cheeks, she manages to finally get a comfortable spot between his legs, stiffening her body even as his heat caressed her skin, leaving a subtle tingle in its wake.

“Are you comfortable?” Squeaking that question out, her fingers would fidget, not quite making any move of significance yet.

[sparkbeast20]

Missing Hellhound and Human! (MC and Cerberus)

This is part 2 of A human's best friend is a Hellhound

This take place at the end of the Angelic event. and Inspired by the Ao3 fanfic Angelic Desecration by Scarlet_Streak

Summary: After changing back to their normal selves, The brothers come home, only to find out that Henry is the only living thing it the house.

Warning: Swearing, Confuse feeling and emotions, Doubts and Cerbie being a good boy

At the House of Lamentation, the door slam open to reveal a tired Mammon, Levi hide his face who speed walks pass him and head straight to his room.

While the rest of the brothers walk in the house, with Lucifer being the last one and close the door behind him. He leans on the door, then let out a long and drag out sigh, as he unbutton two and slide his hair back.

All of them just want to forget this event all together.

Oddly enough Lucifer saw Belphie not headed to the common room to flop on the couch, but instead head to the direction of your room. It seem that he's determine makeup for lost time while their were angels.

Maybe he should check up you too.

As Lucifer was about to head to your room too, he saw the door to the tomb. And remember how Cerberus acted around him while he was an angel.

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"Cerberus!" Lucifer calls he's hound, but met with a stare from the beast before snarling at Lucifer.

"Apologies Cerberus. Did I upset you in anyway somehow?" but Cerberus middle and left head start barking, with the right head whimpering.

Lucifer wants to comfort the right head, so he try to reach out and pet him, however the right head saw his hand getting. Then he start crying and back his head away from Lucifer's hand.

Lucifer draw his hand back and took a couple step back.

The middle head nuzzle the right head, while the left head looks at Lucifer with narrow eyes and fang showing as he growls.

Then Cerberus turn his back on Lucifer and walk further into the tomb. Leaving Lucifer confuse.

As the week goes by, Cerberus seem start acting aggressive towards Lucifer.

The two head barks at him while right didn't even look at him.

Even offering food, Cerberus just kick it back to Lucifer, and turn his back on master.

Lucifer decided to give Cerberus some space.

Before he leaves, he look back to Cerberus who is laying down

The Middle head just look at him with a stir look, the Left head snarl wanting him out of his territory. But what made Lucifer's heart ache is the Right head who has his eyes close, ears down as he whimpers like we was abandon by his owner and left alone.

Lucifer let out a sigh, and proceed to walk back up the stairs.

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Now that Lucifer is thinking clearly and not worried about the bangle. He just realize something.

Cerberus is just being stubborn, why is he scare of upsetting his own hellhound and acting towards his master!

Just thinking about the why Cerberus turns his back on Lucifer, ignoring his call and refusing the food he given to him. Stir up Lucifer.

So he decided to remind his hound, who is in-charge in the house.

He march over to the door of the tomb and head straight down.

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Levi curl up in his tub with a blank wrap around him, as he begins to cry his pain away.

He just want to just disappear.

Then he looks up to see, only to see the once great room of Leviathan with shelves filled figuring, manga, and games are now empty.

All the years of collecting them, waiting in line, spading all-nighters and hours grinning through the internet.

All gone in one week.

Levi can't even look any longer, before he start crying.

"Henry! I'm living a nightmare!! why! WHY!!!!"

*Knock* *knock*

"Fuck off Mammon!! I am not in the mood to even talk to you!!!"

"Levi it's me"

"Belphie?" He quickly jump out of the tub and head for the door, open it to see a worried Belphie. Before Levi could say anything. Belphie walks in and start looking around.

"Their not here!"

"Who are you looking-"

"MC! I went to their room for much needed sleep. But when I got there, the room was empty and the same as the last time I saw it."

"Wait, that was before the party at the castle, like three hours ago."

Belphie nodded "I check everywhere, expect our rooms."

"Maybe Asmo or Mammon has them. You know how clingy those two are."

"Levi.... Do you honestly think MC would go to them or those two would go and take them. After knowing how MC is feeling as of late! They doesn't want to do with any of us for the entire week." Belphie was the last one you talk to before going home. Just remember how you sounded, and the way you are visibly uncomfortable during the party.

He won't blame you for calling it for the night.

However he was expect you to be in bed and asleep. Now that he can't find you anywhere in the house. He start to worry.

But then.

"OI! MC where are ya! I need yer help getting back all my stuff back!" As always Mammon just walks in screaming at the top of his lungs. "Hey losers, have any of ya seen MC. I'm been looking for them. Asmo, Beel, and Satan haven't seen them"

Before Levi could say anything, all their D.D.D bing.

Mammon was the first one to pull out his phone, and saw it a group chat from Lucifer.

The Demon Brothers (New) (7)

Lucifer: WHICH OF YOU, WAS THE LAST ONE WHO FED CERBERUS!!

Beelzebub: It was me

Asmodeus: Wow why with the angry text?

Lucifer: Cerberus is gone! He's not in the tomb

Asmodeus: *Shock demon emoji*

Beelzebub: *Shock demon emoji*

Satan: *Shock demon emoji*

Mammon: *Shock demon emoji*

Mammon: Hells no! that thing is lose!

Beelzebub: Lucifer. I only fed him! I didn't even open the back door!

Then Belphie swipe Mammon's phone out of his hand, Mammon protest but Belphie type out a text.

Mammon: Wait, is MC with you Lucifer?

Lucifer: No, I thought their sleeping in their room with Belphie.

Mammon: This is Belphie. I went and saw that they're not in their room.

Mammon: Mammon and I check the house, and there is no sign of them.

Satan: Wait! Levi, is Henry in his tank!

Asmodeus: Why ask that!!!

Leviathan: Yeah, his in the tank.

Satan: Well at least we can rule out hexes or curse that kills or made anything living inside the house

Beelzebub: Maybe Cerberus and MC when out?

Mammon: Impossible! MC knows better to avoid Cerberus at all cost, the beast will tear them to bits.

Mammon: Besides, Cerberus is only listen to Lucifer...

Reading the text stir up mix emotion to Lucifer, he wants to tell them about, how Cerberus is be acting aggressive towards him but it would mean that he lose his hound's loyalty, and he knows that his pride would let him say that.

However if you did take Cerberus out with you, then he wants to know how did you manage to tame Cerberus, while he couldn't.

Lucifer decided send them a text to come to the tomb, so they can think of a plan to find you and Cerberus. And hope that you are safe.

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"Crap! the stress are busy tonight" You mutter as you and Cerberus look down the path and saw the busy stress of town.

You didn't think clearly enough to realize that Cerberus might draw attention, with him being as big as a house.

At first, you thought of making him stay and wait for you here in the woods, so you can buy some snacks. But you thought it won't be fair for him to stay while you are in town.

And lets not forget that you are a human, and going to a street fill with demons that can eat you might not be a good idea.

You groan in frustration and bury your face on Cerberus soft fur. Not able to think of a solution to your dilemma.

But then you hear a familiar voice calling to you.

You look down and saw Little D 2 and 3 waving at you.

"Hey you two! what brings you guys out here?"

"It's our day off! we we're about to head back to the castle, when we saw Cerberus running about and thought that he might've gotten out on his own, then we saw you, and well here we are" no.2 dramatic post while no.3 face palm himself.

You could help but to chuckle at their antics.

"Anyway. What brings you two out and about. I thought you we're enjoying the party with the brothers at the castle" no.2 asks, but you just shook your head.

You really don't want them to know that you're just trying to avoid the brothers as much as possible.

"I left early. I wasn't feeling in a party mood. So I decided to take Cerberus out for the day, to calm both of ourselves." As you say that you start petting each head, with Cer yep at your action.

"Then why stand in the edge of town?"

"Well... I was suppose to buy some food for Cerberus. But I can't go to town with him without grabbing other demon's attention. And I can leave him here and wait for me. It would be unfair for him not to go to town after I promise him that he could come with me"

You can hear Cer little whimper, so you pat his head.

"Hm? why not use a transformation spell on Cerberus. that way he can enter town. without drawing attention"

You blink a couple of times, before beaming at the to tiny demons.

"Right! why I haven't thought of that" when you try to get down, Bee lower his head for you to get down easily. "Thanks Bee."

As you got to your feet you look down to the tiny demons. "So what kinda spell that can work on a hellhound?"

"Oh! a familiar spell! witches and sorcerers use them to disguise their magical pets by turning them into human world pets." just hearing what the spell can do got you all excited, and Cerberus can sense it.

"Okay, can you teach me the spell"

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"Hi! this is MC, I can't answer the phone for the moment. Please leave a message after the beep. And if this Mammon or Asmo don't go to my room!"

Lucifer groan once he heard the beep from the voice mail. all the while the other brothers are trying reach you with their phones and Mammon is pacing around in the tomb.

All of them are worried to about where you are right now.

"Lucifer is no uses! I already send them 20 text, and they haven't seen any of them!" Levi panics as he start to sweat with worry.

"Then keep trying!"

"Mammon maybe stop bossing us around and actually help us!" Asmo snap back.

"Would you two shut up" Belphie is getting frustrated with the yelling. "Don't you see that MC is trying to stay as far away from us!"

"What are you tryin' to say that this is our fault!"

"I didn't blame you! I'm just saying why MC is not at the house. They hate us" Belphie look away and clenches his pillow.

But before the two brothers can say anything, Satan shush them.

"Shh! quiet!" he looks at Asmo and Mammon, and quickly return to his call. "Sorry about. Can you repeat what you just said." Satan immediately put his D.D.D on speaker.

"Satan would you mind tell your brother to get his hellhound and your human! I heard from some of my workers that they saw them at the park. Their just scare if the human can't handle that beast and accidentally let that thing lose!"

"Of course. I'll tell him right away" Satan ends the call and looks at his brothers, who are both in shock and fear.

"Did he just say that MC is with Cerberus.... AT THE PARK!"

"Are they insane! they can't handle him! He'll maul them to death!" Asmo falls back into Beels arms.

Suddenly a strong surge of demonic aura resonated from Lucifer.

"That human is in a world of punishment once I get my hands on them" Lucifer quickly grab his coat and drape it over his shoulder and march out of the tomb, with the brothers not far behind him.

They all hope that you have a good reason to leave the house with Cerberus.

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You call out to Cerberus and try to see through the cloud of smoke from the spell.

Then you heard barking, but it wasn't as loud or as deep as Cerberus's regular barks.

As the smoke clears, and saw three dog figure emerge from the smoke.

Your eyes widen and you let out a surprise gasp, as soon you saw Cerberus change or rather spit into three dogs.

One is a Pitbull, the other is a Rottweiler and the last one a Doberman.

Then you look down to the the little D's with a shock look on your face.

"Ooh! the spell works!"

You couldn't answer no.3. You're still stunned that you made Cerberus into three dogs.

Then you remember the day that Luke and you took care of Cerberus while he was under a curse, all the while you two though that you we're just looking over three regular dogs.

Suddenly the Pitbull jump on you, causing you to fall your butt. Then he start licking your face, making you laugh.

Then the Rottweiler run up and circle around you, with the Doberman walk up and sat in front of you.

As the Pitbull settle down, and run to the right side of the Doberman, and the Rottweiler sat on the left.

Once you clear your face from the puppy kisses, you compose yourself and look in front of you.

"Cer?" the Pitbull barks, stand and ran a quick circle before seating back down "Rus?" The Rottweiler barks, then you look at the Doberman "Bee?" and he just bow to you and immediately sat back up.

You brought your hands to your mouth and awe at your spell, you felt so happy and proud about this, in fact that you are so proud that you you open your arms and call them to you.

they all perk up and rushes toward you and start cuddle and nuzzling to you then you quickly wrap your arms around them and gave them a big hug squeeze them tightly.

"You three are so cute! You three look so great, you can't even tell that you were one big hellhound" Cer and Rus barks in responds while Bee nuzzle his shout on your cheek.

"Well I guess that you can take them in town, and have no one suspect a thing." You look over the three dogs to see no.2 and no.3 smile at you.

"Yeah, and it all thanks to you two"

"Is our pleasure! whelp we're heading back to the castle. Hope we get to see each other again in the castle, MC" The two little D's wave, and you wave back. "Oh! remember the reverse spell we thought ya!" You gave them a thumbs up to sure that you got it. And with that the Little D's head back leaving you with three lovable dogs.

"Okay guys, just let me use a spell to make sure no one recognize me when we head into town." You close your eyes and begin to chant a transformation spell.

While that goes along, your D.D.D starts ringing with Mammon contact on the screen. But again you choice to ignore it. As soon as the spell is complete you and the three dogs can finally head down to town without worry about getting notice by any demons.

Tagging: @hobin-gnoblin

Note:

If there's grammar or spelling error, please let me know.

And yes! the reason I choice does three breed of dogs for Cerberus's disguise is because they are the most misunderstood breed of dogs. (and I love those breeds) I was going to make Bee a Pomeranian, because it would be funny for the alpha to be a small breed. But decided to the scary but loving doggos instead.

And the reason I choice Pitbull for Cer is because it kinda nod to the Pixar short Kitbull

[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai Impregnating You As a Punishment

Summary- When Kai finds out you’re planning to avoid pregnancy behind his back, he acts immediately to make sure his plan for a new and better future isn’t ruined.

Warnings- Dub-con (I think), breeding/impregnating, car sex, unprotected sex, sexual punishment, daddy kink, arousal from crying, Kai Anderson. Words- 1.6k

This was a left over idea from Kai Week that I had planned based on a request, and I wanted to do it! Returning to car sex, fun! :D

Enjoy<3

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“What is it Y/N?”, Kai forcefully asks.

“No honestly nothing”. You try your best to lie, but Kai always knew when you were nervous or worried. He also knew when you were keeping secrets from him, which is why right now you were completely screwed. Kai often looks through your belongings and does regular pinky power meetings to ensure that he knows absolutely everything about you. You know how some people say a little mystery is good in a relationship? He was certainly not one of those people.

With you now moved into Kai’s parent’s house with him and Winter, there is no place for you to hide your belongings. Not that you need to, usually. But sometimes when you get him a gift or have something to hide temporarily, you put it in your car, knowing he wont think to search it. But what you were hiding was no gift, but a stab in the chest.

He started being suspicious right away, when he walked past your car to get to his and your heart started pounding. He must’ve heard your heart almost escaping your chest and he instantly knew there was a reason you’d prefer to drive in his car instead of yours.

Kai sits in the passenger seat of your car, letting you drive for once, and stares at you as you start up the car, pretending nothing’s happening.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on or am I going to have to force it out of you?”

You look at Kai and shake your head timidly, but try to look and sound confident.

“No honestly I’m not hiding anything”

You mentally slap yourself the second those words come out of your mouth, revealing drips of information to Kai, knowing he’ll keep going after the truth no matter the cost. You look in front of you and put your foot on the acceleration for just a second, before Kai snaps at you to stop.

“Stop. Get in the back”. He unbuckles his seatbelt and puts his foot to the side, ready to climb in the back, but stops when he looks at you frozen.

“Kai’s there’s nothin-”

“Now Y/N”, he yells, making you flinch, and hops into the back middle seat. You quickly unbuckle your own seatbelt and follow him, wanting to sit by his side but instead being immediately bend in half over his lap. Kai grabs your face forcefully.

“Since you’re having so much trouble being honest with me”. Kai pulls your jaw down.

“I’ll help you spit it out”. With that warning said, Kai shoves two fingers deep in your mouth, making your lips wrap around the cold metal ring on his middle finger. After one quick thrust to the back of your throat, he takes his fingers out when you gag and keeps them on your chin.

“Are we gonna speak yet?”. You take a few deep breaths, taken back by his sudden, and new, actions.

“Kai everything’s fi-”

Not even letting you finish your words, he plunges his fingers back in your mouth, or throat, rather, and keeps them there for a few seconds. Your eyes begin to water as you accept your fate, knowing that Kai has a thousand different ways to get things out of you, and you must accept whatever punishment you get for making decisions behind his back.

“When I take my fingers out, you’re gonna tell me”. You cry out in response and he pulls his fingers out, holding your face and twisting it to look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, making you speak.

“Glove compartment”, you manage to choke out, still slightly shaken from the brutal throat invasion. Kai pushes you off his lap, making you squish on the floor of the car, not daring to get up on the seat if Kai doesn’t want it. He stands up and leans towards the front of the car, opening the glove compartment and shoving out all documents in there onto the floor and seat, without a single care in the world. He rummages through your things, noticing your driving license and car documents, nothing too suspicious, before looking at a small green pharmacy prescription. He takes it and plops back down in the middle seat, reading it closely. Your stomach churns and your previous tears return as you’re torn between looking away from Kai, scared to make eye contact, and not wanting to peel your eyes off him to know his reaction. After a few seconds of angry reading, he rips the paper up and throws it around like confetti. Without even an angry word, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up on the back seats, laying you down. He climbs over you, and watches your tears fall closely, completely captivated and aroused at the sight of you in distress.

“Oh, so you don’t want to get pregnant?”, he barks in your face, enjoying the way you flinch every time. “You don’t want to make a Messiah? And contribute to the fucking cause? You want to be useless?!”, he yells. You’re left under him, whimpering at his harsh words and shaking your head manically, hoping to make your situation better in any way you can. Even if it meant you had to agree with him.

Kai clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath before speaking again, calmer this time.

“Have you taken any contraceptives yet?”. You immediately shake your head no, and try to blink all of your tears away. Kai whips his belt open and unzips his pants.

“I just got a prescription to buy them… I hadn’t even got them yet”, you whimper out quietly, not sure whether more details will make him calmer or even angrier. He lowers his pants before grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to him, and undoing yours silently and ripping them off. Crying always awoke something inside of Kai, but this was different, like a mixture of a punishment for you and a treat for him.

He leaned down and moved your head to the side, attaching himself to your neck and sucking on it harshly. Although the rough side of Kai scared you beyond words, his tough love still made you feel special, and him sucking hickeys on your neck, no matter how unaffectionately, made you feel like he was marking you as his. Therefore, he must’ve cared about you, even if he chose to show it in an unusual way.

He puts his arms on either side of your head, towering over you, making you feel both intimidated and protected by him, before sliding your underwear to the side. He pushes himself against your crotch and groans in your neck.

“This… this is really special”. He groans, as he lines up with you, putting his tip inside of you without warning.

“Daddy’s never done this with anybody”. A rush of arousal runs through your body as a strong reaction to the new nickname. Kai wasn’t new to nicknames, Sir, Divine Ruler, even Master. But he never called himself daddy, and he could feel the affect it had on you immediately, as he slid in you with ease. Although he pushes in slowly, the charade of softness and love quickly fades away as he slithers his cold hand under your shirt and grabs your boob, kneading it and squeezing it in his hand.

You gasp at the action, making Kai smile and kiss you, just once. He continues to talk to you with his lewd words as he begins to thrust. You submit yourself completely to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arms around his chest, bringing him as close as possible to you so you can feel his warmth. He gracefully accepts your invite and puts his chest to yours, still with a tight grasp on your boob, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

“Daddy’s gonna massage them so much when they’re all full of milk”, he whispers in your ear. You open your eyes and look at Kai with a blank expression, expecting an explanation to the weird statement, but he doesn’t provide one. Instead, he looks at you with a smirk and speeds up, keeping up the pace of the thrust and the roughness of his touch on you equal. Involuntarily you gulp, accepting the very appropriate punishment.

“God, I haven’t masturbated in- oh fuck… - in days… this is perfect”, he speeds up his thrusts, and closes his eyes, no longer caring about watching you tear up or orgasm. His sole focus shifts to fucking you as deep as possible, and ensuring he can empty as much of his balls as possible, filling you up to the brim. To guarantee your Messiah.

The new pace makes you clench, and panting and gasping as he fucks you restlessly, going deeper than ever before. He pulls your legs up higher and folds you in half, so he can fit his whole cock in, hitting your cervix with every single thrust. Just as the grip on your legs gets tighter and his moans get louder, you’re overcome with pleasure, your first orgasm coming over you and completely distracting you from how uncomfortable of a position you are in. The feeling of you clenching and cumming around him brings Kai over the edge, settling in the first load of the night deep inside of you.

Kai groans as he cums and rests with his cock deep in you, and you wrap your arms back around him and try to pull him closer for a quick kiss before he pulls out. But instead, after a few stationary seconds, he puts his leg on the ground and thrusts again, at a different angle. You whimper at the sensitivity and as does Kai, but he doesn’t hault and instead looks down at you cockily.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, there’s many more where that came from”

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[likeastarstar]

A Mutual Agreement.

Summary: You want to watch your boyfriend, Hoseok, wank off.

(A/N: this is soooo uh...explicit. sorry? Feedback is always welcome, don't judge me, I love hoba.)

masterlist.

"Do you still jack off?"

Hoseok paused, the cup in his hand frozen mid-air, a blank stare on his face, "Excuse me?"

You laughed, leaning towards your boyfriend, "I mean we've been living together for 3 months, I've never seen you masturbate."

He raised his eyebrows and set his coffee down slowly, sending you an incredulous look. "That's because now I use your pussy instead of my hand."

You grinned at him, expecting as much. You had a very high sex drive, Hoseok matching your energy both in spirit and adventure. There was little you hadn't tried, but watching your boyfriend get off to completion wasn't on the list.

"I want to watch you do it though," You said quietly, dragging your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue slip out to lick his lips apprehensively.

"I don't see how that would benefit you," He frowned, biting down on his bottom lip, "Why wouldn't we just have sex?"

"Because I want to focus on you completely," You explained, scooting towards him on the couch until you were practically on top of him, "Please baby?"

He inhaled shakily, leaning back into the couch further, "Only if I can watch you too- touching yourself, I mean. I want to watch too," He mumbled.

"Sure," You said easily, "Sounds fair."

He had agreed but the actual opportunity didn't present itself for awhile, the two of you always got too horny for each other to remember your deal before you were already fucking. So when Hoseok marched into the living room one afternoon and announced today was the day- you were more than down.

"I'm about to rub one out," Hoseok declared with a close mouthed smile. holding out his arms like he deserved a medal for that statement. "Now's your chance to watch if you were serious."

You squealed in excitement and jumped up, following him to the bedroom you shared, doing a little dance on your way in.

"You're so weird," He chuckled, watching you perch at the edge of the bed eagerly. He stood in front of you awkwardly, staring down at his dick and then back at you. "I don't know why I feel so shy right now."

You grinned at him, trying not to laugh. This entire situation was a little awkward, you had to admit. You tucked your feet under you and motioned for him to sit next to you on the bed, watching him move entirely too slowly. He was acting like you were a cat about to pounce on him, his eyes wide and apprehensive. You felt your heart warm with fondness, leaning towards Hoseok and kissing right under his ear. He shivered under you, already breathing heavier.

"What made you want to touch yourself?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his face to track any source of discomfort. If he didn't want this, you'd stop immediately. It wasn't worth making your boyfriend uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes staring ahead, avoiding looking at you altogether, "I- uh, well I was going through my camera roll and found a picture of you from Spain."

"The one where you have me bent over the balcony railing without any underwear and my skirt flipped up?" You smirked, kissing his neck again, nipping his skin a little this time.

"That would be the one, yes," He mumbled, laughing at his own awkwardness. "I revisit that moment in my dreams often- Fuck, you were so loud that night, we should've made a sex tape."

"That's a terrible idea," You pointed out, dragging a light touch down his neck and stopping at his carotid, pressing down and tracking his pulse for a moment. It was still fast- he was nervous.

"Relax," You whispered, "Just show me what you'd do if I weren't here."

He nodded, leaning back slightly, and unzipping the fly of his jeans. He slid his hand in, palming himself through his boxers. Hoseok lifted his hips slightly

and you shot a hand out to help push his pants down, stopping halfway down his thighs. "I thought you weren't touching?" He asked, looking at you sideways.

"Right," You smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

Hoseok grinned and pushed your hand away, pulling his boxer briefs off himself. You couldn't help but smile, staring straight at his semi-hard dick. You were very fond of it, fighting against yourself to look but not touch. His dick was on the longer side, thin like him with a lean to it. There was a delicateness to him that you loved, cherishing every part of him. You felt saliva pool in your mouth as he began to touch himself, mumbling about getting lube.

You scrambled to locate some, not wanting him to move an inch. There was bottle in the second drawer of his bedside table, half empty because you two were obsessed with each other- sue a girl for liking her boyfriend. You tossed it to him and he caught it with ease, squeezing out a good amount on his fingers and wrapping them around his cock.

"That was a lot," You chided, watching the way his finger slid over the veins of his dick.

"You know I like it wet," He bit back instantly.

If you were having a hard time not smiling before it was impossible not to now, watching at his hand move up and down on his cock like it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, which it was.

"You're so fucking sexy," You mumbled, half to yourself but you were glad you said it when Hoseok let out a heavy sigh nearing a moan, tightening his grasp on himself. His cock reacts, how fully hard and a bead of precum collecting at the tip. You wanted to lean over and lick it off but the satisfaction of watching him swirl his thumb over the head of his cock instead was enough to remind you why you were doing this in the first place.

Hoseok stroked his cock, clenching his jaw to contain whatever noise he was about to make. You pouted, wanting to watch him completely unravel.

"I wanna hear you," You whined, slapping his thigh lightly.

Hoseok laughed, speeding up his upward stroke and adding a slight twist to his wrist at the head, "Yes ma'am."

You watched the way the thick veins on his cock disappeared between his fingers, skin flushed with stimulation. He hadn't touched his balls once- interesting, that was usually a large part of what you spent time on when you went down on him. Hoseok angled his hips up and suddenly stilled his hand, fucking up into his own fist at an impressive speed. You inhaled sharply, leaning towards him a little more.

At this point, Hoseok was letting out quiet little grunts that he often did before he came, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Baby, look at me," He ordered, causing you to snap your eyes up to his face.

He looked gone, eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes heavy with lust, mouth hanging open slightly. You smiled at him, appreciating the low moan he let out when your eyes met his. Fuck, you loved him. He leaned back slightly, supporting the weight of his upper body with one hand behind him to allow his hips to lift off the bed even more, snapping into his own grasp roughly.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," You demanded, hypnotized by the almost desperate look on his face.

"You," He breathed out, "I'm thinking about you and that night in Spain- shit, you fucking drive me insane. I'm gonna cum."

You look back towards his dick just before he came, watching white lines shoot across his abs at first and then slowed down, dripping down the side of his fist that he continued to fuck into slowly now, the space between his fingers smaller as if he was milking his own orgasm. You sat on the heel of your foot, trying to relieve tension in your body as Hoseok fell back onto the bed, chest heaving.

"That was good," He sighed, out of breath.

"You're telling me," You agreed, picking up his hand and licking the cum off of it as he watched with peaked interest.

"Babe, I just finished," He pointed out, already knowing what you were about to do. "You're gonna have to give me a second to recover."

"I'm just cleaning up," You said defensively, lowering your lips to his cum covered abs.

It was the polite thing to do.

He laughed softly and buried his other hand in your hair, stroking the top of your head lightly, "Things will be different when the roles are reversed."

You hummed in response, looking up at him with curiosity. His eyes flickered down to yours and he smirked slightly, pulling one arm behind his head and sighing contently.

"I wanna watch you, sure," He explained. "But I also kind of want to tell you what to do."

TO BE CONTINUED...PART TWO

[cookietroop]

(You do realize that I am watching markiplier while making this Series? Okay now you know. But now Part3!)

The Train Shift Pt.3 (Yan! Android! Ingo and Emmet x Night Guard Reader)

You felt uncomfortable the whole time you were home, drinking some water distracting yourself with the latest episode of a dramatic tv show.

Then your phone rang with the alarm, 11:45 pm, you could only wince before grabbing it and turning it off before putting on your uniform and going into the building.

You could only read the news from the newspapers your brought and flip through it seeing the latest news.

‘BODY FOUND IN THE ALLEYWAY, POLICE NOW SEARCHING FOR KILLER.’

‘PHOTO OF A STRANGE FIGURE HIDING IN THE ALLEYWAYS, CRYPTID OR A RACCOON?’

Then you heard the tape going off.

‘Hello! Glad you are alright! Many people don’t last this long! Well you know, they usually switch to another job at the 2 night. Well I’m going to explain about the android since many times people don’t actually know them all. Well let’s see there are Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Burgh, Elesa, Skyla, Clay, Brycen, and Drayden. Originally it was supposed to be only the gym leaders but when the Subway bosses started to get popular and many children wanted to have them along with the gym leaders, the company decided that it would be good for business.’

You listened to his rambles and blankly stared at the audio recording.

But you shrugged and looked at your newspaper looking at the latest gossip in town, and it was too good.

Meanwhile……

The androids were up, they all gone down to the backstage center deciding whether or not to dispose of the night guard.

‘I say we just stuff them in a suit, like we did with all of the others.’ Said Skyla.

‘I agree that method never gets old.’ Said Lenora.

‘Where are the triplets? Asked Burgh.

‘In the kitchen again.’ Said Elesa.

‘Besides the point, are we going to keep them or not?’ Asked Drayden his terrifying figure never failed to make the others appear small.

‘I say that we do.’ Said a jolly tone. All of the gym leaders looked at the brothers while Elesa only continued to look at the map of the building.

‘I agree with my brother, as much as you want to kill them, we cannot allow all of you to slaughter them.’ Said Ingo.

‘I’m fine with that idea, besides stuffing people into suits had me starting to get bored.’ Said Clay.

‘Can’t argue with them.’ Said Lenora nodding her head.

‘Fine….’ Said Skyla, still pissed about the night guard putting up that song that was too loud for her taste.

Okay so you haven’t already guessed, Ingo and Emmet are the big bosses around here, they ARE Subway bosses.

They all left one by one, then they heard something from the office.

You hit your head when you slipped from a bag, then you heard a crack, I think that was one of your legs breaking.

You began to army crawl to your monitor and check the cameras, Emmet was walking down the hallway and you began to force yourself to stand and cursed when you pressed the button forcing yourself to stand on your own.

You could only stare blankly at Emmet who stared at you then when he saw that your leg was hurt, you swore you never sweated so hard when his small smile turned into a terrifying grin.

You winced as you stood up and laid in your chair, your security guard hat covering some of your face as you breathed heavily.

You checked the cameras and saw that Skyla was marching up to the office, her eyes focused on the cameras as she began to run at full speed, you pressed the button and you heard Skylas hissed in frustration as she punched the door multiple times with no luck.

You could only breathe heavily and look at the batteries and time.

4 Am

5%

Fear crept into your mind as you began to panic, but your face was only blank, Skyla left in a hurry to her stage area, and Emmet stood there for a long time before going back to the dining area.

You could only sit there and force yourself to withstand the pain that your leg was screaming at you, but you miraculously kept standing, you knew that it was a risky choice to do but with no other options how?

5 Am

2%……………………1%

You checked the cameras before grabbing your flashlight on and staring at the dark hallway.

0%

The lights turned off and you ran you memorize the area and you decided to go to the restroom, you heard many footsteps as you hid in one of the stalls, they were searching for you, you heard many things, screams, punching, before everything went silent, but the door to the restroom opened.

You could only imagine how this would end, stuffing you in a suit, being killed and left for dead, many horrific things they would do. Suddenly you stopped breathing when you saw shoes right in front of you.

The door opened in full force and there was Emmet in all of his terrifying glory, smiling a wicked smile. He tilted his head and grinned wide, you in a small stall hiding and holding your breath, it was too perfect.

He grabbed you and forced you to the floor, you winced from his strength and him being on the injured leg, you were crying, this was the end.

Death finally arrived to claim you.

But no no no, Emmet wasn’t going to hurt you, not yet. He held a finger against his lips, his grin turning giddy with excitement.

You were confused but you stayed silent, too afraid to even scream.

Emmet was leaning in close to your body and quickly began to take off your jacket roughly, he never liked it anyway. And there you were, underneath him with a loose t shirt, could this interaction get any better?

You started to tremble from the cold, Emmet’s hand began to caress your skin, warm, this warmth made him began to make his smile more wider, his cold metal hand made you tremble even further, a slight whimper escaped, Emmet stopped, before he held his hand close to his mouth looking at you, before his grin became more wider, his eyes now fully focused on your petrified eyes.

His hands started to vibrate.

His face went close to your ear, you heard Emmet’s hot breath, then you felt his vibrating hands starting to explore you, then they began to start to get lower to your waist.

You should have squirmed, kicked, pleaded, screamed even. But no Emmet started to press into your injured leg and began to nibble your ear as you felt his hands starting to pull down your pants to begin.

But then your watch began to ring, 6 AM. Emmet paused, then he quickly turned to leave but not before he looked at you fully, a hot mess. You only looked at him with fear and shock.

When he finally left you looked so shocked, what the actual fuck just happened?! You quickly fixed yourself before running into your office to see that a few things were destroyed, the chair, the cupcake was splattered on the floor and a crushed sound monitor, they knew.

You only grabbed all of your things before sprinting to the exit and leaving but not before you saw Emmet looking at you with a terrifying grin.

You went to the hospital and they gave you crutches until your leg got better, you could only stare into space your mind could only go back to what happened last night with the android.

But then you got a call, you picked it up to hear that the daytime guard was in sick and that you would have to stay for full time and he offered you a high raise.

You mute yourself, you thought for a moment, you still were a bit traumatized by Emmet’s actions but you weren’t payed enough for all of this bull crap anyway so you unmute yourself and agreed.

Two more mistakes, only one more to go.

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[yinses]

nanami kento ft. f! reader + lots of praise + soft dom nana + fingering + semi clothed sex + domestic au

rating: 18+ wc: 2.2k a/n: inspired by this fanart that sister yulia blessed me with. nanami supremacy for all. 

you take notice in the shift the moment he crosses the threshold. hair tousled and tie askew is nothing new to expect from your husband after a long day at work. he takes his job seriously and his goal to provide even more so, often sacrificing extra hours just to provide for more than what you ask.

he strived for a life of comfort, he’d told you before marriage. it was something he worked hard for prior to you and only doubled his efforts to ensure that future after putting a ring on your finger.

it wore down on him, adding maturity lines earlier than they should present themselves and taking away years he needed to give back to himself. but nanami kento was a man of consistency, even when those boundaries started to fracture.

you could feel the splinters echoing beyond the slam of the door closing shut from the kick of his heel. it rattles straight to your core as you stand there, held hostage by the stormy pools of blue staring down at you. his day had likely been another one of agitation piled on top of another. surely a cup of tea before dinner would help soothe the cracks of frustration.

though neither your lips could form the words nor could your feet cross the distance it took to move in any direction.

this plight was not a fault of your husband who stepped confidently in your direction, a single finger coming up to remove his tie all together.

“is dinner on the stove?”

your mind blanked at the question, frazzled at the sight of him handling his cuffs with practiced care as he set one gifted metal piece aside one after the other. you had a plan set in motion from the moment he kissed your forehead in departure that morning, but everything beyond that suddenly felt trapped.

lips stumbled over answers and your cheeks warmed at the foolish display. what had swept into your household to shift the mood so?

nanami appeared otherwise unaffected as he finished rolling up the last sleeve. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, capturing your fraying attention as he looks around you towards the kitchen. you think you see his nose twitch once before his gaze falls back down.

“i don’t smell anything burning.” his intentions are becoming increasingly clear as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, a single thumb swiping at the fullness of your lips before pressing against the corner. without a second thought, you part them.

it provides a catalyst that gets you pressed against the nearest wall with one wrist pinned near the frame displaying your wedding day.

when his lips lower, you crane your neck in response only to have them stop just short of a whisper. his breath ghosts a trail down the exposed column of your throat, nose edge the line of your jaw. you swear you feel him smile against the shiver of anticipation rattling your form.

“i would like to fuck you in this hallway, if that’s alright, darling?” the thumb still trapped between your teeth, presses down against your tongue as if to prompt an answer yet he doesn’t pause for one.

“i’ve already put in a request for the cleaners to come and groom the rug tomorrow so you’ll need not to worry about that.”

your toes curl against the fine woven carpet at your feet, nerves tingling at the premeditated situation that you’ve found yourself in. your husband, who was now suckling soft blooms under your chin, had taken time out of his day to schedule a clean up for the mess he planned to make out of you. the idea made your knees go weak.

nanami chuckled knowingly as he caught your descent with the sharp line of his hips. “i imagine that’s agreeable with you, wife?”

the hasty nod of your head dislodges his finger, but he’s quick to replace it with his lips. the kiss is all consuming as his tongue slips between the seam, allowing you to taste the moan from his lips.

you may as well have had the script, dressed perfectly for the role as his knee nudges between your thigh and ride up the edge of your summer dress. he tells you all the time that you don’t need to try, that you look pretty in anything. but you like to go the extra mile. painting your lips a nice shade at home just to smear it in the passion of his kisses.

you know he appreciates it too. an inviting contrast to the mundane office view at work.

the same hand falls from the cut of your jaw to drag the hem of your dress up the ascent of your thigh. you’re more proud than embarrassed when his fingers tap against the tacky wet spot at the front of your panties.

his tongue clicks against the top of his mouth, “played with yourself while i was away again?” a firm swipe up followed by a press inward has you keening. “or did you just miss me this much?”

“yes.”

it’s both an answer and a cry for attention. a meaningless wail that meets no need of a man who would fracture the world to build you one better.

“my pretty little angel, it must be so hard when i’m away.”

he follows the panty line, teasing the sensitive skin there. the rumbling laugh you receive when your hips jerk in response makes your heart flutter. you’re still riding the tremors of your excitement when he nudges aside the lace of your panties to push a finger inside.

the intrusion meets minimal resistance as he slides from the first knuckle to the next. he still takes it as slow as your initial night, pumping in and out with care before adding a second. all the while, he peppers your face with kisses and words of adoration. nanami moves his thumb to flick over your nub before pressing down hard until you cry out.

pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, mine, are all formations of adoration that he mutters against your skin while he unravels you thread by thread.

“take it, darling, i’ll give you another.”

he utters a low curse at the sharp keening sound, enthralled by how your body trembled as he worked his fingers deeper. nanami lowered his head back to the junction of your shoulder, where he flicked his tongue against the feverish skin. your high whines and small gasps encouraged him to pick up the pace, hips rocking against yours with the precipice of something more, yet he ignored the growing discomfort in his pants to focus all the different ways your mouth formed his name.

his teeth mark your skin, where they tenderly nipped and sucked, leaving fresh marks while you twisted in his hold. you emit a shuddering cry, nails raking over his skin as your body pulls tight as a bow string. the shaky breath lining your lips forms a mantra of his name, over and over until the tremors ebb away. what remains are shaky legs that nearly slump over, caught by your husband as he follows you to the ground.

still floating down from your high, you could vaguely make out the sounds of nanami sucking off his fingers, removing them with lasciviously loud pops. when your gaze eventually focuses, you find him waiting with an eager, seductive smirk.

“ready for me then?”

swallowing a sharp inhale, you nod.

hands heading down to the zipper of his pants, nanami pulled it down and shrugged the material away to free his cock. one hand grabbing himself and the other reached for your left leg which he threw over his shoulder. you immediately try to grind down, slippery lips colliding with warm flesh.

“thought about you all day while i was at work.” nanami purrs breathily with half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight before he would take you to heaven. “thinking about how you would feel around me and mad with pleasure.”

his hand reaches for yours, capturing the digits and bringing them to his lips. he takes his time, allowing his tongue to glide up and down your fingers before kissing your palm, murmuring heated words against them; “thought about our wedding night… those twisted sheets wrung dry”

you feel his hips roll once, probing slightly, before he jerks forward and grunts at the overflowing heat engulfing him. still reeling from your first, your body was pliant and gracious while he chased his. your chest heaved up and down as you tried to calm your breathing while lips continued to release indecent moans.

his grip slides down to your wrists, pressing them above your head into the rug as he adjusted over you. there was an unmistakable provocative outline in his lust-darkened blue eyes. the blonde’s lips meshed intricate patterns against your cheeks, moving downward to capture your lips in a tight needy kiss that made nanami twitch even further.

it made his last strand of self-restraint snap before he met you stroke for stroke, grounding down on you deeply. your lips broke apart with a loud cry that milked with a following angled push as he snatched at your other leg to wrap around his waist. his movements were perfectly concise, designed to make you lose control with the potent effect of his affections.

picking up the pace when your high whines turned into full-blown moans, he inhaled sharply and choked out as coherently as he could,”together, darling, meet me there. i know you can.”

then he shifted on his knees slightly, that brought on a new change in the angle as he continued thrusting deeper, watching how your head thrashed from side to side and you repeatedly arched against him, trying to meet his every move. the delectable bead of sweat that ran down your throat was promptly licked up by the blonde as he sucked on your pulse.

his hands were ever so helpful in guiding your hips as he slowed down his speed to a torturous beat, rolling his hips in deeply to tease the edge. he knew where the peak was, hovering just at the horizon as he marched gradually up the hill. nanami was practiced in the art of getting you there, watching as your spine arched to accommodate is languid yet deep drives.

“ ‘m there, kenny-please”

it was silenced with on of his brain-numbing kisses again as he captured your lips. you could feel the slight curve of his mouth as he pulled out almost fully, making you slutter in the middle of your kiss.

“that’s it, “ he hissed, loving how you pant his name with each of his thrust, trying to manage coherency past how tightly you clenched around him. “we’re there baby. take me with you.”

nanami could feel himself losing control with your begging, fitfully aware you were going to tumble over the edge with him right behind. he abruptly accelerated his thrusts once more, bringing you to meet him sharply. each time he struck, he made sure that he prodded that spot that would drive you frenzied and wild, gazing in satisfaction as you squirmed harder under his skilled touches.

“c-come now, love.” he grunted, phishing past all bounds as he rammed into you repeatedly, losing himself to the sensation crawling up his skin. “do it. be good for me, princess.”

your head twisted and turned as your mouth hung open. vision getting lost in the blinding white. body growing weaker. as if determined to break you entirely, his hand traveled down your navel to come between your joined bodies. expert fingers quickly found you clit as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing you to let go of everything as he whispered lewd thoughts into your ear.

“k-kenny!”

that was all the warning he had when your toes curled and he could feel your walls spasm around him. the flow of sensations ignited his nerves, left to surrender as you became impossible tighter around him, jerking him into his own release as well. a hiss was all he could manage as he slammed into you, shuddering through his climax.

the world exploded into a disarray of hues as he slumped forward, bracing a single arm above your figure while he panted heavily through euphoria.

“bad day at work?” you manage to get out.

he grunts at first, a small sound of misunderstanding before the mutual foggy haze lifts to prompt clarity. a breathy chuckle leaves him.

“never a bad day with you in my life. just missed you is all.” his words are slightly slurred, much unlike your husband but very a keen to a man on the verge of undeniable sleep.

dinner could wait.

“why don’t we take an early evening nap and have dinner in bed later?”

who could deny that?

you get a slow kiss of affirmation in return.

[monsterfloofs]

Male Moth Monster (Moffie♡) x Female Reader (Sfw!)

Moff bby with his army of moffs - he likes the protagonist and uses his little moffs to come visit and keep an eye on you < 3

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You have always had a strange thing with moths.

You weren't sure if they were drawn to you or if you were drawn to them. They would hang around your lights when you worked late into the night. One particular big one hung around for the longest time. It came crawling over to you when you had been working on the computer. Their sweet face with big black eyes seemed to stare at you as you sat typing away. You kept glancing over at them, wondering when it would take off towards the computer screen. But they sat with you like a little polite house guest until you had got up and carefully took them outside.

And then this last night while you were working, another big moth had flown in through the door. You had scrambled to catch it and set it outside so it wouldn’t get stuck inside or potentially hurt. It was the end of your shift and as your manager locked the door behind you, you had hurried up and let the moth go underneath a lamppost. You can hear the manager chuckling behind you and you give a sheepish grin. Turning to wave goodbye before you hurry off to your car at the other end of the parking lot. You unlock your car and open the door, slipping inside with a sigh. As you close the door and pop your key into the engition. As your car hums to life, you take a quick glance around the empty parking lot. Your fingers just curling around the handle of your throttle, preparing to shift into reverse. But something makes you stop and stare. You can see the faint silhouette of a tall figure standing towards the back of the building. Just far enough that your eyes could have passed over them without seeing them there. You feel the blood drain out of your face, and your left hand snaps forward to lock the doors of your car. You hurriedly reverse your car, keeping a worried eye on the back mirror as you speed out of the employee parking lot and out onto the street. But looking back, you weren’t really sure if you had seen something there or not. The tall silhouette that had urged a prompt departure was gone. But it takes a long time for your heart to stop hammering up in your throat. Glancing over as many times as you can before the dark space behind the building is out of sight.

With a deep sigh of relief, you realize you were far enough along on the road toward home you can relax. And with no other cars with you on the road, you feel much safer. You tell yourself that even if it had just been your imagination it was a good reminder for you to stay on the alert when you were alone. You couldn’t be too careful, even if where you worked was a quieter part of town. You pull your car into the garage and lean your head back into the car seat. That was more excitement that you wanted to have in a very, very long time. You can feel the exhaustion finally kick in once you are parked and your car is turned off. You press the button to close the garage door and amble inside, rummaging around in the kitchen to find something quick to eat for dinner. It’s a little house that you have all to yourself. You work hard to keep it afloat and you are proud to call it home.

You pull out some leftovers in the fridge and as you stand up you are suddenly whacked in the face by something, causing you to lurch and drop your dinner. You cup a hand to the side of your head, feeling a scuttle of feet on your fingers. “Oh no, not another one,” You groan in defeat, pulling back your hand to reveal a moth, grooming it’s tufted antennas on your palm. “Where are all of you guys coming from?” You march exasperatedly towards the front porch, muttering under your breath. As you open the door to step outside, the moth takes this moment to buzz to life. It alights from your hand and flies away into the darkness. You blink and look confused, all the moths you have ever let outside always carreen awkwardly to the left to encircle the light on your porch. You’ve never seen one take off straight into the darkness. That was above bizarre, you shake your head in confusion and close the door. Kicking off your shoes and retreating back into the kitchen to pick up your leftovers. Thankfully, the plastic box had flipped onto its lid, and you were able to carefully pick up your food without spilling it all over your floor. You pop your food into the microwave and pull up a chair, resting your feet while you wait impatiently for dinner.

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Eat, sleep, rinse, repeat, back on your way to work, to work another night shift. You don’t think about the events of last night too much until it’s time to lock up. Then it’s the only thing you can think about. You can feel your body tense tightly as you march along the lamplit sidewalk. You had parked in the customer parking lot tonight instead of the employees and it had made you feel a lot better. You had also made sure to have your keys out of your pocket and in your hand for easy access. Jumping in your car and immediately locking the door. You didn’t pause to look around until you were leaving your parking space and turning onto the road. Feeling a slight tense sensation in your temple you give a small sigh. The tense part was over and the only thing that’s left is a relaxing ride back. Again the roads were barren, and above the sky was filled with stars. It was a peaceful trek to your house, and as you turn off your car you almost don’t want to get up. Eventually you coax yourself out of the car and go inside, you can still here the garage door rattling closed as you close the door behind you.

As you go about setting down your keys, you hear a thump on your roof that makes you start. You hope it wasn't a tree branch, that could have done some damage. You grab your cell phone and head out onto the porch trying to see what could have landed on your house. You stand on your tippy toes and try and aim the light higher. The beam of light catches something dark and shiny and you tilt your head, trying to see what it is. 

Before something massive lifts itself up off of the roof. Your jaw goes slack and you stumble forward towards the door. Your hands gripping the handle but your feet slip out from under you. You scrabble to get your footing and take a precautionary glance behind you.

"Hello." A tall figure stands before you in the light. A tall shapely figure, whose torso started off emboldened and thinned down to a long body with thin legs. Your hand gripped the door handle as you started at this large creature before you. You were staring at a moth, the biggest moth you have ever seen. 

"Uhm. Hi?" Somehow you managed to be polite, there your voice was unusually high as you clung to the door. He shuffles towards you and you sink closer against the frame. He holds something out to you. A pair of his hands clasped together.

“You like?” He buzzes sweetly in a strange voice. His segmented hands lift apart, revealing a swarm of moths cupped in his hands, scuttling over one another in excitement. “They like you, I like you too.” You peek at the moths in his hands before looking up at his own dark eyes. “Uhm. . . thank you. . . ?” You squeak a little nervously, standing frozen on the spot, not quite sure what to do. The tall insectoid puts the moths back into his cloak, and tilts his head at you. “Scare you, last night. Did not want to.”

Your memory immediately snaps back to the large figure behind your work place. “Th-that was you?” You whisper. He nods, one of his antennas giving a little twitch. “Making sure you got in. . .” He gestures with his hand trying to come up with the right word. He must have gotten a little frustrated with trying to remember because his huge wings gave an irritated buzz, causing you to jump. “Car.” He said finally, “Make sure got in car, okay.” You nod, “Okay, you wanted to make sure I got in my car, why?” “I like you.” That was all he offered as a response. “Have for a long time, like you. Nice pheromones.” Now this was getting weird, weirder than it already had been. You give them a strange look. “You like. . . how I smell?” They nod again, this time with more feeling, as if repeating what they had said meant you totally understood what they were getting at. “Not just smell, kind. Kind to kin.” He shuffles his feet in embarrassment. “Like you, want to know more about you. Watch you to see if. . . you are one.” “I. . . am one what?” His attenna’s droop, he can tell he isn’t doing a good job with this. “Hooman’s different. I know. They find mate differently.” Now that, you understood. Your eyes pop open, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A couple of his hands, tentatively tap his fingers together, becoming shy. 

“W-wait a moment, so all this time you’ve been around my h-house?? H-how come I’ve never seen you??” “Could not. . . Just jump into your life. Scare you away. Had friends meet you first.” If you cocked your head and squinted really hard. . . you could almost make sense of that logic. Though you think by friends that means all the little moths you have been dealing with on a day to day basis. “I--” you hesitate, trying to find the right words, “I am. . . um, really touched, that is very s-sweet that you like m-me? I would. . . uhm. . . like to get to know you first, i-if that’s okay?” They stare at you with their big blank innocent eyes before they nod eagerly. “Yes!” 

Not exactly sure what you had just agreed upon, you shakily are able to get enough sense to pry open the door and step inside, "W-well. . . I am going to go get something to eat now. . ." You stare at each other for a long time, he fiddles with his hands, looking at you expectantly. You take a deep breath. "U-uhm. . . would you like to. . . come in?"

You feel like you have finally gone insane when you let the big moth creature inside your house. Come back down to Earth now friend, having a Mothman in your house won’t be that bad. . . at least they seem docile. . . “Um. . . would you like anything for dinner?” They look perplexed and a smile wobbles onto your face. “I have pizza. . . do you. . . like pizza?” They stare at you, not answering. Your eyes dart to the kitchen before looking back at him. “I’ll. . . go get you some pizza.” And you hoof it to the kitchen to dig around in the fridge. 

When you begin to lean up you run into something fluffy and hear a slight oof. He not only followed you into the kitchen, so quietly you didn’t even hear him. He also had been hovering over you and was curiously inspecting your fridge. He steps back, watching you with interest as you carefully step around him and navigate your way towards the microwave. “I can get food for us, why don’t you go have a seat in the living room?” He turns his head towards the living room then looks back at you with all the resolve of a lost puppy. “I wait here.” “Ah, you don’t have to though.” “I wait here.” You give him another odd look but you smile, “O-okay no problem, you can wait for me.” As you turn around towards the microwave you rummage around for some plates. He hovers around by the fridge as you punch the buttons, and once both plates are warm you balance them into the living room. Sitting down on the couch and offering a plate to him when he joins you.

He stares at the pizza in his hands and you give him an encouraging smile. Slowly from his mouth uncurles a very long proboscis. Pausing for a moment in an attempt to probe the pizza gently. But getting frustrated, he then pokes at the slice fervently with his delicate tongue. NyumNyumNyumNyumNyum, your eyebrow twitches, a smile creeping across your face as you find a bout of laughter wanting to bubble up your throat. He’s trying so hard to find a way to eat it. . . “O-okayyy, maybe pizza isn’t a good idea for you-- How about a smoothie or something liquid?” He hands you the plate and sags with visible relief. “Yes, please. Pizza hard.” 

You scurry out into the kitchen trying to keep in the giggles. Sucking in a couple of deep breaths to calm down. Thinking about his poor tongue slapping around pizza struck a very weird funny bone in you. It might have been from stress, or you might really be losing it! Who knows! That poor thing, you felt horrible but at the same time, it was cute and adorable. You busy yourself in the kitchen, gathering ingredients for your juicer. And the smarter, sneakier part of yourself also went on google to look up the kind of things moths were known to eat.

“Okay!” You pipe up happily, “Fruit juice with some greens! It’s ways better for you than pizza anyway.” You walk into the livingroom and he perks up, giving a little excited wiggle as he takes the tall glass from you. His tongue dipping into it like a straw and greedily drinking it up. You sit down resting your hand on your cheek and giving a little smile. “Guess we have a lot to learn about each other huh?” He peeks up at you, while he sips away, giving a little nod before he focuses on what he is drinking again. While he is distracted and you have had a small chance to warm up to him, you take a moment to look him over. 

He is very fluffy, and his plain creamy white appearance is very similar to the moths you have been finding in your house all this time. Big black eyes that take up most of his face, and a little dark colored notch for his small mouth. His antennas are dark brown. He had six limbs altogether, though he used two to stand like a human. The four other limbs he uses for hands had thin and delicate fingers. The joints in each finger had notches in them that made you think of a ball-jointed doll. Thin wrists, and arms, with his wings settled like a cloak around him. Though you could see the faint outline of a few of his little friends, clinging to the inside of his wings and staring at you.

Your eyes shift focus when his hands float into view, he’s holding the cup out to you, half of it’s contents already empty. “Share?” He gives the large glass a little motion, but you shake your head. “Oh no, that’s yours. I can make another if I really want to.” He places a hand on your knee which causes you to start. His big innocent eyes tentatively looking at you. “You okay?” You blink a few times before you smile, “Yeah! Yeah! Taking this. . . well. . . better than I thought I would hehe.” He gently rubs your knee with his long fingers. “Glad.” You can feel your face flush and you give a little embarrassed laugh. “Hah. . . “ You drop your gaze feeling a little strange. “Do you have a name? I mean, I really should have asked you that first huh?” “Name hard to pro-nounce this way.” He mumbles, "How would you normally pronounce it?" He shakes his head sadly. "Not spoken language. Learn to talk for you." 

You were initally nervous about your new house guest, but the two of you had grown close in a short amount of time. He had an impeccable sense of smell, as you realized from living with him. He was able to follow your scent from work all the way home from the sky. And the times where you had gotten stressed and panicky in the middle of the night, he would turn up out of nowhere, all four arms wrapping around you as his wings buzzed in an attempt to comfort you. It wasn't until he started squeaking and chirping in concern when you had finally been able to snap out of the panic and given a weak giggle. 

He didn't make other sounds often, he tried his best to communicate to you in his broken english. He understood more than he could speak, though you had a feeling with how his throat and vocal chords were, he wasn't really supposed to talk the same way humans did. Pheromones were a moths main form of communication and for finding mates. It was their language for practically everything, but you didn't have the same sense he did. There were little things you could pick up on, traits and quirks you associated with his different moods. 

There were a lot of times you felt badly, he was trying to fit into your world. With how you were built you couldn't really offer the same things to try and learn more about his. Even though there was a massive communication gap, he expressed that he loved you and wanted to stay. Gentle hands that held yours, his fingers would stroke you affectionately. When you would lean up to kiss him, his wings would buzz causing a plume of his little buddies to fly off in all directions.

For your own amusement you ended up calling the little moths that clung to him, his Moffia. They weren't always with him, but he certainly attracted other Moths. If he was outside they would flit and fly all around him. You had a nagging worry you might accidently hurt one of his friends if you moved the wrong way. Eventually his little guests had more or less been carefully moved outside, the Moffia had dismantled and was moving on towards bigger and better things.

"Happy with me?" He whispers as you sit down beside him on the couch. You look up at him before you lean against him, "Of course, but are you happy with me?" You can feel your brow crease, "I know I'm not exactly moth material." "Always love you," He leans his head done to gently nuzzle you with his sweet mouth. "Ever since I smell your scent." You laugh with embarrassment, petting his fluffy mane. "Are you happy we got to know eachother better though?" He nods "Very happy, very, very, happy." You snuggle closer to him, putting your arms around him and laying your head against his fluffy collar. "Me too."

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Motorcycle

An off hand comment from Neil ended up with him getting a motorcycle from all the foxes as his birthday present on March 31

Neil was shocked as always, he could never get use to celebrating his birthday much less receiving a present this big

“Try it Neil,” Matt said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet

Neil’s expression blanked for just a second, all the foxes missed it except for Andrew

“Tomorrow, I’m tired,” Neil smiled, the smile is genuine but tense

Nicky and Allison protested but renee ushered them and soon they all left the birthday boy alone

All of them went back into the girl’s room to tidy up after their so called party which was just ordering Neil’s favourite food and putting on some movie as background noise

Neil left a few moments later, thanking his friends for the night and gift before going up onto the roof. Andrew wasn’t far behind

Neil lit up a cigarette and passed one to Andrew, before lighting another one for himself. He inhaled deeply, as if to ingrained the smell of the smoke into his memory, as if he could ever forget the smell of his mother’s burning body

They sat in silence for a long time, the fox tower eventually quieted down as athletes retired for the night

“My mother taught me how to ride a motorcycle before she taught me how to drive a car” Neil said, Andrew didn’t react except turning his stare on neil’s silhouette

“A motorcycle is faster and easier to disappear, being able to drive through crooks and nannies and alleyways”

“Of course driving a car is safer but a motorcycle is sometimes easier to find and weave through traffics”

“I haven’t been on one since she died” Neil said quietly, lost in his memories

Andrew got up and Neil barely noticed until Andrew said, “I’ve never been on one before”

Neil looked at Andrew’s disappearing silhouette and followed him wordlessly

Neil found Andrew beside the motorcycle and Andrew handed him the key

Neil stared at the key in his hand

“It’s just a key” Andrew said

Neil shot him a fleeting smile

“You know it’s not”

Andrew gestured impatiently for Neil to get on

Neil finally got on and Andrew got on behind him, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist

“You can hold on tighter”

Andrew squeezed his waist in retaliation

Neil let out a small laugh, then he put the key into the ignition and they sailed into the night

They started off slow, as Neil was out of practice, until Andrew was grumping for Neil to speed up or he could just be walking besides him

Neil sped up, and then it was like flying but without the height. Neil’s curls hitting Andrew’s face but all andrew could feel is the rush of the wind and the weightless feeling, with only Neil tethering him

Neil almost got lost in his memories of his mother and the run and chase. But Andrew’s tight arms around him was a grounding weight that kept him in the present

They hit a highway, driving to nowhere, the dead silence of the night broke by the motorcycle and Neil’s laughter. Neil had forgotten the joy of riding a motorcycle. It could never compete with a car even with the windows down. Riding a motorcycle is soaring on the road with no restrictions, it is running and running from his father’s men who is try-

Andrew squeezed his waist again and all Neil could feel is Andrew’s body heat, enveloping him. Even with the wind rushing he could always smell Andrew’s cologne and cigarettes

They drove on and on, after who knows how long they finally went back to the fox tower

Andrew got off, shaking his legs and lighting another cigarette. Neil took in his wind swept hair, the moon shining on his pale hair giving it a ghostly light, the smoke curling-

“Staring”

“Thank you” Neil smiled, he held his hand out to Andrew, who stared at him for a moment before signing and gave his hand to Neil who laced their fingers together

The next day, Neil drove Matt, Nicky, Dan, and Allison on his new motorcycle and they gushed about how cool it was and that “Kevin and renee must try too” and “if my future boyfriend don’t have a motorcycle then I’m breaking up”

Renee got on once Neil said it was okay and a very reluctant Kevin tried too

Since then whenever Neil had the itch to run or when the past was too close, Neil would ride his motorcycle with Andrew grounding him and reminding him that he wasn’t alone anymore

Or just whenever they felt like tearing through the night with the wind hitting them and needed to be reminded of the freedom they fought so hard for

[volleychumps]

hey heY HEY!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG 🥺 requesting for iwaizumi akaashi kageyama and atsumu with a jealous s/o I love ur scenarios where the boys are jealous😍 this time maybe the other way aorund?? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗

welcome to this whirlwind of fluff, angst, and slight crack

Volley Boys with a Jealous S/O  (Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Kageyama, Atsumu)

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Iwaizumi

The girls that came to support Seijoh practically had their distaste for you permanently etched into their features. 

Sure, most of them were really present because of Oikawa, the setter known to make the girls swoon through a simple wink in their direction. Iwaizumi, for the most part, wasn’t the one being drooled over. 

But this one damn girl. 

“Iwa-Kun! I brought you a water bottle! You did amazing out there!” 

Your boyfriend doesn’t miss the clench to your knees as Iwaizumi glances at the girl, deeming that she did indeed look a little familiar, but...

“Uh, what’s your name again?” 

You stretch your arms behind your head, biting back a smirk as Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you a double high-five. 

“Don’t be silly, it’s Yui! We had math together? You...helped me out a lot?” The girl giggles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you roll your eyes to the side, popping your head out from beside Iwa. 

“Hi, Yui! Fancy seeing you here!” 

Yui frowns, a smile becoming plastered over her previous emotion quickly. “Oh hi Y/N! What are you doing here?” She sits down on the other side of Iwa as the male doesn’t notice, sucking the yogurt out of a carton with his eyes trained on the match. You scoff, wishing Iwa would notice the situation he was in right now before smiling back, a bit too widely. 

“Just here to support my boyfriend and his team.” 

You don’t miss the sneer that flashes across her face as she crosses her legs, causing her skirt to rise a little higher as you sigh in slight annoyance as she returns her attention to Iwa. 

“Iwa...can we talk?” 

“Um, sure?” Your boyfriend blinks as Yui leans a little closer, practically touching Iwaizumi with her cleavage as you stand suddenly, heat risen to your cheeks as a feeling bubbles up in your stomach. A feeling you didn’t like. 

“What do you think of my outfit today?” 

“I didn’t really look.” 

“Well, you can look now!” 

You grit your teeth, slightly pissed Iwaizumi was either oblivious or too engrossed in the game to care. "I need some air.” 

Before you can walk off, Iwaizumi grabs you by the waist from doing so, snatching you into his lap with a clean sweep with his eyes still focused on the game, chin resting on your shoulder. You shift uncomfortably, and Iwa leans a little closer to your ear. 

“If you ignore it, it will go away.” 

The feeling disappears as you relax into your boyfriend’s hold, humming slightly in agreement as Yui becomes flustered, standing and claiming that her friends needed her before stomping off. You smile as Iwa scoffs from behind you, grip on your waist becoming a little tighter before he wraps his arms around you from behind, breath fanning over your ear.

“No need to get jealous, babe. You’re the only one I see, and that’s that.” 

You roll your eyes at the straightforwardness of the romatic words, but plant a kiss on his lips after turning on his lap, ignoring the groans from his teammates. Iwa blushes at the motion, but doesn’t scold you like he usually would before kissing your shoulder, away from his teammates’ view. 

“I mean it. I saw that eye roll.” 

“Didn’t doubt you for a second.” 

“Liar.” 

“Player.” 

You yelp when his hands tickle your sides, laughing and ignoring the glares from the group of fangirls nearby. You make a show of intertwining your hands with his, kissing his knuckles and jaw as Iwaizumi feeds into it with slight amusement. 

“Enjoying yourself?” 

“Maybe you’d rather it be Yui?”

Iwa pinches your side, his turn coming to roll his eyes. “Don’t even say that, princess. You’ll just get yourself all riled up again.” 

Perhaps he wasn’t as oblivious as you thought. 

Akaashi

“Keiji, you literally let her wipe the sweat off of you with a towel.” 

“Please don’t do this...she was doing it before I even realized it.” 

“Was she also kissing your cheek before you realized it too?” 

You continue your stride through the halls easily, not stopping once as Akaashi walks at your side evenly meeting your pace for when it speeds up. 

“At least talk to me? Instead of running away?” 

You stall, legs frozen mid-walk as you snap your head towards your boyfriend to scowl. You had watched from the stands of a Fukurodani match as some girls from your school ran out excitedly after a win to congratulate the boys, and one had excitedly planted a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek after oh-so-casually helping him wipe his sweat off with a rag. To say you were beyond pissed was an understatement. 

“Sure. Let’s talk.” You say a bit too sweetly, crossing your arms as Akaashi meets your betrayed stare with an even one. What pissed you off the most was he didn’t even seem guilty or upset that you were acting out. He hardly ever showed you anything. 

“Maybe you could have pushed her off? Reminded her that you have a girfriend who watched the whole 90 minute match just to support you? Or did you forget that when you let her touch you like that?” 

Your voice cracks at the end, and a flash of guilt passes over Akaashi’s face as you spin on your heel, not allowing him to see that your eyes had filled with tears of insecurity. You bite your lip as it quivers, mad at yourself for not accepting that Akaashi hadn’t initiated any of it, but still allowed it to happen in his usual polite nature. 

“Come find me when you want to talk again.” You say lowly, beginning to walk off when Akaashi catches your wrist before you can, silence filling the empty hall. 

“Let go, Keiji.” 

The defeatedness in your voice causes Akaashi to sigh, guilt finally eating at his chest as he gently pulls you into his embrace, the setter feeling awful that he was the reason for the wetness in your eyes. The last three days of silence from you had been more unbearable than he thought.

“I’m sorry.” 

“You’re only sorry because I’m mad.” 

“No. I’m sorry.” Akaashi gently lays your head against his chest as you feel your previous anger finally simmer. “Okay? I’m sorry. If I had known in advance this would happen, I would’ve never let it. I’m loyal to you.” 

Akaashi’s lips brush the top of your head as you sniff. “So please don’t cry.” 

“I’m not crying, I just really want to punch you.” 

“You can punch me if you want.” 

Your airy laugh makes Akaashi’s chest become lighter. He cups your face carefully, tilting your head upwards as he kisses the corner of your eye, tasting saltiness on his tongue as he kisses a tear away. 

“Only you. No one else.” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

You don’t realize you chose the wrong words as Akaashi gently presses your back against a nearby locker, lips tracing from your jaw down to your neck slowly. 

“Shall I show you, then?” 

“Are you crazy?!” 

“No one’s here.” 

“Keiji, I- you know what, screw it.” 

Akaashi smiles into the kiss you pulled him into, finally feeling peace in his heart now that it was no longer at war with yours. 

God forbid if he ever makes you cry again. 

Kageyama

You would’ve never thought Kageyama would be the boy you had to shoo other girls off of, but you would’ve never also thought that he would be the boy to not realize a single bit of it. 

“Kageyama, she was flirting with you!” 

“....WHAT?!” 

“I...Tobio, what was she doing?” 

“Just stuff...she wanted to see how I set my fingers during the sets. She wanted to hold them and stuff...” 

Your blank look as he trails off makes the first year blink into realization before blue eyes snap up to meet yours with guilt brimmed in them. You groan, massaging your temples as you walk away, Kageyama catching up to you easily with his long strides. 

“I’m sorry!” 

“I don’t even have it in me to be mad at you.” You respond, a tad bit irritated that your boyfriend had let someone else fucking hold his hands. 

You brushed a lot of it off for the most part, really thinking your boyfriend couldn’t read into a lot of girls’ advances due to him being oblivious and stupid to anything not concering volleyball.

Until one match with this one girl- 

“Kageyama!! I came to today’s match too!” 

“Kageyama do your best! I’ll be cheering for you!” 

“Kageyama!!!!” 

Literally someone needs to shoot you and someone needs to do it fast. 

This one girl in particular was all over him, touching his arms before they went to warm up, fixing his hair for him when he had to change into his jersey-

you were at the brink of using mental telepathy in order to convey to Kageyama that this was happening. 

“Want me to get rid of her?” 

“Suga, you’re like the least scariest person I know.” 

“By me, I mean Daichi.” 

“Daichi-” 

“No.” 

“Please?” 

“Just talk to him, dummy.” Daichi grinds his fist into your head as you swat it away, becoming deep in thought. 

You pout from your seat in the stands between the two co-captains who were also your friends, seeing Kageyama remain indifferent as the girl leans a little closer to him. You blink away the heat in your eyes. What was wrong with you? You usually handled it so well before...

Maybe you were becoming insecure?

Kageyama’s blue eyes dart over to your seat to see you looking down at your lap with a small, defeated looking smile on your face before he begins to connect the dots, standing suddenly as he startles the seated people around him. He pulls his arm from the girl’s grasp a bit harsher than necessary before pointing a finger at you, ears reddened and panic in his expression. 

“...girlfriend!” 

“Kageyama-Kun, are you asking me...?” 

“No! I uh...my girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. So please don’t touch me like that.”

Kageyama promptly walks away from her as your jaw slackens, the setter marching his way up to you with business in his steps as he holds his hand out to you, blush set on his cheeks. 

“I...I’m sorry...again.” 

Your dumbfounded expression turns into a smile before you bust out laughing, accepting your awkward boyfriend’s hand as blue eyes dart everywhere but you. 

“I’m glad you realized, Tobio.” 

“C-Can we go somewhere else?” Kageyama flushes an even deeper shade of red, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on him from his gallant announcement. 

You nod energetically as Tobio pulls you out of your seat and into the mostly empty hallway, almost immediately letting out a large breath as his head falls on your shoulder from the height difference. 

“Were you crying...?” 

“No!” you say a little too quickly as Kageyama’s long arms wrap around your waist, burying his face in your hair as he hugs you tightly. Something he rarely did unless he was super serious, almost like when he confessed to you the first time. 

“Don’t cry because of me. I’m sorry if you were jealous...” 

“I was not jealous, and I was not crying, are you deaf-?”

“I like you!” Kageyama says suddenly, catching you off guard at the intensity of his voice. “I like you...I’m yours.” 

Your eyes widen for a moment before your arms raise to rest against his shoulder blades. You laugh a little bit, causing Kageyama to pull back with narrowed eyes and reddned cheeks. 

“What? Am I wrong?” 

“Nope.” you grin, leaning upwards to place an innocent kiss on the tip of his nose. “Same here. I’m alllll yours.” 

“Good. Then don’t sit with my captains anymore.” 

“Ohoho well look how the turntables-” 

“You did not just quote the Office in the middle of our moment.” 

Atsumu

Having a boyfriend that was known to be on the national level from his skills in volleyball? Fun...at times.

What wasn’t fun was how naturally flirtatious this boy could be sometimes. Even Osamu sent you looks of do you want me to beat up my brother when it seemed like he was being inconsiderate of your feelings. 

You roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you wait in front of the stadium, feeling a bit guilty about not being able to come see his match because of a previous engagement you couldn’t miss. Still, you wanted things to smooth over. You hated feeling jealous about girls who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

“Y/N.” 

You blink as you look up to meet the greeting wave of Osamu, who walks up to you with a quicker pace than he usually does. “Atsumu left already. You should go.” 

“What-?” 

“Y/N please, don’t let my idiot brother mess up-”

Osamu’s quick words are cut off with a giggle. 

Multiple giggles. 

“Atsumu-Kun, you looked so cool today!” 

“If I was your girl, I would come to every match, no matter what.” 

You feel a lump grow in your throat when your boyfriend emerges with two girls on either arm, giggling and clung onto his side like they had been glued there, Osamu sighs, covering his eyes. He had tried to save you the hurt you were bound to feel, whether what was in front of you was platonic or not. 

“Hey beautiful!” Atsumu calls to you from a distance as the girls all glare daggers in your direction, and you try to smile. You really try. 

But instead, you spun on your heel and simply walked away, eyes brimming with a raging feeling of jealousy and hurt you couldn’t explain. 

Yeah. Maybe Atsumu did deserve someone who wasn’t busy all the time. 

Osamu clicks his tongue as Atsumu watches your now retreating figure in slight confusion, hand going up to wave brightly at you now slowly lowering.

“Will you ever learn?” Osamu simply questions, walking off in the opposite direction as Atsumu palms his face, realizing he had just deepened the grave he had already put himself in with your trust. 

“I appreciate the offer, ladies, but there’s only one girl I want.” Unable to help himself with the growing feeling of distaste in his stomach, he adds, “I’d rather have someone with her own schedule than someone who would cling to me all day.” 

With that, and a new douchiness engraved in the girls’ minds, Atsumu runs. He keeps running until he sees you, only stopping when he successfully blocks your path, both arms outstretched from keeping you from going anywhere. 

“Halt.” 

“I’m not in the mood for jokes.” You say quietly, going to move around him as Atsumu takes the opportunity to scoop you up, ignoring the thrash of your legs as you simply give up, the tears you were trying to hold back slipping. God, you felt like a baby who didn’t get what she wanted. 

“You’re not getting put down until we talk.” 

Atsumu continues to walk, humming slightly as you stay silent for a few minutes, exhaling deeply when your thoughts are in array. 

“Am I...not enough for you?” 

The walk stops. 

“If there’s someone else you’d rather be with-” 

“Just kidding. Worst talk ever.” Atsumu cuts you off, kissing you in order to put a stop to your words as he holds you a little tighter, guilt eating inside of him from blatantly flirting harmlessly with all those girls, not realizing he was causing an immense amount of harm to you. 

Maybe he should start learning now. 

“Listen, beautiful-wait no I’m talking stop trying to escape- you’re my girlfriend. My one and only, beautiful girlfriend that I would never let go of. I wouldn’t do things like this,” he kisses your cheek. “or this.” your forehead. “Or especially this.” 

Your lips. 

“-with someone who isn’t you. Got that, hot stuff?” 

You press your lips into a line before nodding once, causing Atsumu to offer you a bright smile, finally setting you down to hold you by the shoulders. 

“Now, what can I do to make my beautiful girl smile?” 

What he didn’t know, however, was that he had already done plenty. 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t be like that! At least kiss me-” 

“Atsumu?” 

“Yes, love?” 

“...you might wanna tell Osamu that he took the wrong way home-” 

“oh shit.”

[jaskiersvalley]

Omfg, I've read through just about all of your stories and they are incredible! You write with such a passion and every story just feels like it should be cannon between the characters! Especially Silver Tongue, Silver Hand and the Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier add on, it just hit ALL the feels for me. Thank you for sharing 😁😍

Your words never cease to flatter me <3 Writing has become my life so I'm glad you enjoy it so much. I've got a little more in the way of feels for you but it's more Eskel flavoured.

The whole Lil Bleater thing had started out as a joke well before Lambert's time. He'd heard about it from the others. It became a bit of a tradition to keep an eye on the path at the start of each winter to see the burly Witcher with a goat on a tether. It was always a white goat with brown markings and everyone treated it like it's the same goat that has spent over a decade by Eskel's side. To Lambert there was a certain amount of comfort in seeing Eskel and his goat coming up the path. For all the uncertainty of their lives, that sight was a constant. So even when he became a Witcher, Lambert was one of the first to get back, just to see Eskel and his goat return.

There was no time to watch for Eskel the year of the sacking. Lambert had returned to a smouldering ruin and a few bewildered Witchers who were trying to make sense of what had happened. All hands on deck to try and salvage what remained of Kaer Morhen and to honour the remains of the dead they found, Lambert couldn't linger by the parapets to watch. Too much work and not enough people made it impossible. He was almost glad he wasn't there when Eskel ambled in, that he didn't have to see the way his face fell and took in the devastation around them. But that dinner Lambert sat next to him, shoulders pressed together.

It took a couple of years to get Kaer Morhen back into the shape of something habitable. Most of the keep was out of bounds but the courtyard, the great hall, the kitchens and a few rooms were salvageable. Not that there were many of them left who wanted rooms. Each year fewer and fewer Wolves came back until it was just Vesemir, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert. Plus Lil Bleater. She was there every single year, frolicking around and causing mayhem. Lambert had no idea how Eskel did it, always finding a goat that was as much of a menace as it was a delight.

"What's your trick?" he had asked one evening while they were giving the stables a thorough clean. Lil Bleater as getting her nose into everything, from trying to drink from the filthy bucket to stealing Lambert's brush.

"I ask her nicely." Which was timed perfectly with Lil Bleater backing up to charge at the straw bale that Eskel had been trying to spread out in a stall. It drew a tired "Bleats, please!" from Eskel which went merrily ignored. Lambert didn't even bother trying to hide his snicker.

It was always nice when it was the same goat two years running. There had been one time Eskel had the same goat for three winters and that one had been the goat to end up on its back, carried around like a baby. Vesemir grumbled when Lambert had given the goat a bonnet but otherwise left them to their own devices.

The year Eskel got home with barely healing wounds down his face had been hard. That time Lil Bleater was a quiet goat, much more likely to demand cuddles than get up to mischief and Lambert had never been more grateful. He hadn't been able to get through to Eskel, nobody had. But the stupid goat did what none of them could and offered companionship. Never before had Lambert felt he was indebted to a goat.

Not every year was sunshine and roses. The year Lil Bleater got into the alchemy ingredients was a dark one. But she was a Witcher's goat so got a suitable send-off on a pyre. By the time Eskel returned with her successor the following year, the door had a new lock on it, high up and it definitely needed opposable thumbs to open it.

Worst though was when Eskel was running late. He should have been there a week ago by Lambert's calculations. He kept an eye on the path to Kaer Morhen and watched as a lone figure approached. No horse, no goat, no pack, nothing. And emaciated Eskel stumbled home.

"No Bleats?" Lambert asked rather than interrogate Eskel on just what happened. He wished he hadn't enquired though, not when Eskel's face twisted into something pained and a hand rubbed over his stomach.

"I was desperate."

Understanding didn't make it any easier and Lambert simply nodded. He what he could of his to Eskel, spare shirts, potion bottles, boots, anything a Witcher might need on his travels. Winter just wasn't the same though. It wasn't just the fact that Eskel was withdrawn and silent, eerily still when hugged. Something was missing, that spark of life that Kaer Morhen cradled each winter was gone.

There was nothing for it, Lambert knew what he had to do. As soon as the weather permitted he was out the door and headed into the wilderness. Within the hour he spotted what he'd been looking for, a herd of wild goats. As soon as they spotted him they were scattering and catching one was nigh on impossible. The couple of white ones with brown spots bounded off into the undergrowth and only a pure black one watched him with disdain from a distance. It was going to have to do, Lambert didn't have the time or the patience to hunt down and capture another one. When he hunted, he never did it with the intent of zero injury for his prey. Slowly, he approached the goat and cast axii as soon as it was within range.

"Stay," he ordered and the goat stayed. Getting a leash on it was quick work and Lambert remembered what Eskel had said to him all those years ago. On a whim he added, "Be nice for Eskel."

The goat trotted along, occasionally nibbling at the leash if Lambert wasn't walking at a decent speed. They managed to get back to Kaer Morhen and marched into the kitchen.

"What have you got there?" Vesemir asked, staring at the black goat whose tail wiggled at the attention. At the table Eskel stared at them with a blank expression.

Marching over, Lambert thrust the end of the leash at Eskel.

"Lil Bleater."

For the first time that winter, Eskel's lips flickered into the ghost of a smile. He took the leash and held out a hand at the black goat.

"Hello there. I've missed you."

Stepping back, Lambert watched and barely flinched when a hand squeezed his shoulder.

"You did good," Vesemir murmured. "Thank you."

[gucciwins]

Three Time

The one where Harry, Atticus, and Y/N celebrate. 

Word Count: 2,988

A/N: Hello friends, this is a little continuation to my story Adore You.  Harry is now a three time grammy nominated artist and i think that is beautiful. This is something short and i really do hope you enjoy it. 

There is a lot that happened this year that she never saw coming. 

First, a worldwide pandemic that would keep everyone locked indoors and having to wear masks. Secondly, Harry's Love on Tour getting rescheduled to 2021, but even that isn't looking good now. And lastly, being in Los Angeles in November as Harry is filming a movie as the lead male actor. 

Ever since Fine Line was released in December, time seemed to fly by for them.

Harry was overjoyed at how loved Fine Line was by his fans. He was getting support left and right. He was a humble man, never letting it go to his head, always saying he couldn't do it without the help of the people on his team. 

There have been rumors flying around speculating Harry having a girlfriend, a famous songwriter, but they have learned to ignore it. Harry doesn't feel the need to address his relationships because it's theirs. He would love to shout his love for Y/N to the world, but as long as she knows, he's content. 

They celebrated their one year anniversary in Italy for a week before flying back home, they would have stayed longer, but they missed Atticus too much to do that. As soon as they got home, it felt like everything changed. Not between them, but with the world. It was madness to see a lockdown, fear had spiked, but safety was a priority that they took seriously. Meaning they had to take it day by day.

Ever since the worldwide lockdown in March, Harry discussed staying in Los Angeles with Mitch and Sarah for a few months. Atticus was quick to agree, but Y/N really wanted to go home. Harry reminded her it was better to be surrounded by a good group of friends than to be distanced from everyone in London's separate homes. She was quick to agree after. 

Y/N didn't mind it much after; they all always helped each other out. There was also a lot of music playing, as well as creating. Harry said they might just have to get Mitch to release a quarantine album, which got Harry hit in the head with a pillow. 

The one who was taking this the hardest was Atticus, missing Anne and Gemma, who was back in London. He missed going to the park to play, he missed running around free, and honestly, she did as well. They would go hiking and on walks, but it was not as open as before. 

This is why, by June, they returned back home to London, and after a week of quarantine and negative test results, they went on the journey to visit both families. Y/N separated from them to visit her mother and step-dad even though Harry tried to convince her they could go together, but honestly, as much as she loved Anne and had started to see her as a second mother, she really needed a hug from her own. She promised Harry and Atticus she would see them the day after as she was coming to see Anne and they would stay the week with her. 

During this time, Y/n started knitting, something she learned at a young age but would only do when she was stressed. She began teaching Atticus, but he could only keep still for a little bit before he had to run off and do a new activity. She knitted socks, hats, and blankets for their family and friends and shipped them off to them. Y/N even made Atticus and herself the JW Anderson Cardigan. It was a lot of work, but it came out lovely. Harry made them do a little backyard photoshoot because he loved it so much.  

Harry had even surprised her when he told her it would be on the cover of Vogue. She was in shock, but she never stopped hugging him, telling Harry how proud of him she was. The day of the shoot was gorgeous, she had to remind herself to breathe a few times, or she would have passed out. Atticus was in the shoot with Gemma and Harry as they did a family shoot to surprise Anne. Harry kept asking her if she was enjoying it, and honestly, her smile said everything. That she was proud of him, that he was doing fantastic but most importantly, that she loved him. The skirt had a lot of filthy thoughts floating through her head, and she really hoped they'd lend it to Harry if she told him everything she wanted to do with him, specifically her under that skirt touching him. 

Harry had her join for a few photos, Lambert pulling out a surprising look just for her. Harry promised these photos were just for them, even if he wanted to have them put one in just so the world could know how much he loved his family. 

It's November now, and they are in Y/N's Malibu home, which they have been staying at since October. Harry has started filming "Don't Worry Darling," in Olivia Wilde's film. It was surreal when they found out; she couldn't be any prouder. Staying in her home was an easy choice; not many knowing where she lives, only a few friends, and Atticus loves having the beach so close even if it is a little too cold to go in now. 

Y/N and Atticus can't go to set due to safety and regulations, but Harry calls and facetime them every time he gets a break in his trailer. He lets them know he misses them, but he really loves everyone he's working with. That the cast is incredible and kind. Harry would not stop teasing Y/N for her reaction when she saw the wedding ring on his left hand. It made her stop mid-sentence. Husband Harry is something she wishes to one day get because Dad Harry is an angel to his sweet son. 

Harry has recently gone back to filming as it was postponed for two weeks because someone on set came out positive to make up for the lost time they started filming on weekends, which bummed out Atticus. Still, Harry quickly told him it wasn't his choice and that they would watch movies of his options as soon as he was back. Atticus loves Y/N a lot, but he's never going to love anyone more than his dad, even though Atticus does push Harry second sometimes. 

More times than not, Harry will get home and find Y/N and Atticus napping in a new place of the house; the last time was outback in a little tent Y/N set up with fairy lights and had many pillows and blankets to stay warm. Harry was quick to climb in and wrap his arms around Y/N, who quickly woke up due to his cold hands, but he apologized quickly with kisses. She's a sucker for his kisses.

Every moment together is special for them. 

Atticus called her 'Mum' a week ago and ran off, feeling embarrassed would not talk to her all day. Which was hard to do, seeing that they were the only three people in the house. Harry saw how sulky she was and talked with Atticus because neither would tell him what happened. Harry was surprised when Atticus told him what he said, but he was mostly filled with joy and a bit of fear. A fear that she could leave any day and not only would he be left heartbroken but so would his son, but he knows Y/N and the love she has for them. She's here forever, she might not say it, but her actions say enough for her. How she tucks in Atticus to bed with a kiss and an 'I love you.' Asking Anne and her mother on first time parenting tips when she thinks Harry isn't around. How much she cried when he got a scrape on his knee for the time in her care. There isn't anything stopping her from leaving, but she stays because she loves all she has. In the end, Atticus apologized for not speaking with her, and she hugged him and cuddled him all night long. Harry told Atticus that Y/N wasn't his mother, but she loved him like one and that it was okay with him if she called her that. Y/N was fearful of being a mom, but she loved Atticus like her own; even if she hadn't watched and cared for him since he was born, she was here known and would do so for as long as Harry and Atticus let her. 

November 24th, a long-awaited day for artists in the music industry. Harry has to be on set at 11AM today, meaning they will be watching the live stream together. Jeff is with Glenne and is on facetime with Harry. He has his phone perched up against a candle. Harry is sitting in the middle, Atticus to his left and Y/N to his right. He's in sweats and a plain white tee, not needing to be dressed up, seeing as it only is nine in the morning. 

The live stream is an hour-long. Y/N truly forgets how many categories they have until she watches. They woke up at eight am, had pancakes for breakfast, and spoke of their daily plans letting time go by them, allowing them to enjoy breakfast together as they do each morning. 

Atticus can barely sit still, just wanting to hear his daddy's name being called. Harry is surprisingly quiet, just sitting back with his arms crossed as the live stream goes on. Honestly, Y/N is the only one showing emotion. She cheers as she hears HAIM and Phoebe Bridgers get nominated. She itches to grab her phone to shoot them a congratulations message but fears she'll miss something, so she just gives herself a silent reminder to do it after. 

Sharon Osbourne had just begun to say the nominees for Best Comedy Album, and Y/N knows what is coming up soon. She isn't even listening to the nominees, just waiting for her to name the Best Music Video nominees. 

As soon as she says, "Brown Skin Girl, Beyoncé," Y/N feels Harry's hand on her thigh tighten, and she feels for him. His nerves must be out of the roof, but he tries his best not to show it. Y/N shuts her eyes tight, putting her hand over his to let him know she's there for him. 

When she hears the words "Adore You, Harry Styles," she feels her heart speed up. She opens her eyes wide and looks at Harry; his face is blank. Atticus is running circles around the couch, just cheering and yelling nonsense. Jeff and Glenne are cheering from the phone. 

Harry lets out a big smile when he finally meets her eyes. "Adore you did it, angel." She whispers.

He nods. "That's unreal. To hear my name." 

She leans in to give him a quick kiss as they settle back down, ready to listen for the upcoming categories. Megan the Stallion is starting the new section of categories, and Y/N isn't sure how to feel because she won't be able to take it if they don't name Harry again. 

"Best Pop Solo Performance, Watermelon Sugar." This time they all break out into cheers as soon as they hear them call Harry's name after Dua Lipa's. "Watermelon Sugar" had been a hit from the day of its release. Now it has been nominated for a Grammy feels unreal to Harry. Two nominations, he would have never believed it. 

Y/N's buzzing waiting for Megan to announce Best Pop Vocal Album. Harry is now leaning forward, knowing this is another category he could potentially be nominated for. 

"Fine Line Harry Styles" As soon as she hears those words, the tears start running down her face; he did this. His album was nominated. Harry can't stop smiling as Atticus hugs him tight around his neck. He lets out a small chuckle as he sees her tears. He pulls her in, kissing her head repeatedly, smiling at Jeff's congratulations but mostly basking in the joy of three nominations and that he has the opportunity to share it with those he loves. 

Harvey Mason JR. is here once again to announce the general field categories. Harry and Y/N nod along as the names of the nominees are called out. Jeff let out a cheer hearing HAIM nominated for album of the year. Y/N sighs, not hearing Harry being nominated but continues ready to hear Adore You for record of the year. Only it doesn't happen. Harvey Mason JR. bids everyone goodbye, and just like that, it's over. 

Jeff breaks the silence, congratulating Harry before hanging up. Harry sits back with Atticus in his lap, a big smile on his face. 

Harry is happy. Extremely happy, this has always been a dream of his, one he never knew would come true. 

His second album got him three Grammy nominations. Atticus has no clue what these awards mean, but he's happy just seeing Harry and Y/N happy.  Atticus climbs off Harry's lap, kissing Harry and Y/N's cheek, saying he's going to his room now. 

Harry turns to look at Y/N, and the smile she had has now left her face, and now she sits there, lost in thought. This worries Harry; she was fine moments ago. He's got to go soon, so he needs to figure this out now. 

"Honey, you alright?" Harry places his hand on her thigh, and she looks at him, nodding. 

"Fine." She kisses his cheek. "Really happy for you." 

Harry knows she is, but there's something else. "Spill." 

She sighs, knowing nothing gets past him. "You weren't named for any general category. I'm proud of the three you got, but I was sure you would be at least nominated for record of the year." Awards don't mean much to Y/N anymore, but she knows how important this is for Harry. "I'm sorry, ruining your mood." 

"You didn't. Thank you for caring so much." His smile is sincere, and she knows he wouldn't lie to her. 

"It's okay," Harry tells her, wanting her to repeat it with him.

"But Harry," He puts his hands on her cheeks to get her to stop and look at him. 

"Honey, it's okay. Three nominations are amazing, and I couldn't be happier." 

"I know," She deflates. "3-time Grammy Nominated Artist Harry Styles has a nice ring to it." She smirks, noting the blush on his cheek. 

"Dork." He leans in to kiss her nose. 

"Fine Line is still my favorite album, you know, from everything released, named number one." 

"You're just saying that." 

Y/N shakes her head no, "Of course not. Yours is the one album I had on repeat the most. My Spotify wrapped will prove just that." 

Harry snorts, "You're too much." 

He pulls her in to lay on his chest, her arms snake around his waist. They hold each other tight. 

"I'm proud of you," Harry whispers in her ear. 

Y.N leans back, but Harry's hold is tight. "I did nothing; you just got nominated. For your second album, you deserve all the praise today." 

"Honey, will you let me continue." Harry laughs. 

"Sorry, H." 

"I'm proud of you because, without you, this album would have never been finished. I would have never had the inspiration to finish Adore You. Would have never had the idea to make a fake island and promote it without ever adding my name to it. I would have never thought to film using a CGI fish, as my friend in the story. I would have never had the released "Lights Up," the song that started this new era for me but most importantly, I would have never found love. A love that is bigger than me that fills me with so much joy. A love that leaves me scared. A love that will forever keep on growing." Harry smiles as he wipes away her tears. 

Harry loves Y/N with all he has. This album was his, but it was also hers. It's what truly brought them together. 

"You made me cry, you jerk." She says, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

Harry laughs. "I just poured my heart out to you, and I'm the jerk." 

"I love you." Harry grins. That's all he wants to hear. "I'll love you, today, tomorrow, forever for as long as you let me. 

Harry can't contain his happiness and needs to show her. He connects their lips. It's a hard, fast kiss full of passion. They pull away because their smiles don't let them continue much. 

"You've got to go." Y/N reminds him as he continues to press kisses all over her face and neck. 

Harry settles down, smiling down at her. "I know." She leans forward, kissing him quickly. "We'll celebrate more when I get home tonight." 

"Three nominations, wow!" Y/N says, standing up. "We're in for a long celebration once we get Atticus down to sleep." She wags her eyebrows at him.

Harry very quickly gets the hint. "I can't wait, honey." 

Atticus comes bouncing down the steps giving his dad a kiss goodbye, walking him to the door, barefoot. Y/N follows Harry, giving her one last kiss goodbye as he walks to his car. 

As he gets in and pulls out of the driveway, he sees Y/N and Atticus waving goodbye to him. Harry has a big smile on his face that no one can see. He's thankful to now be a 3-time Grammy-nominated artist, but what he is most grateful for is getting to be the person who gets to love Y/N and Atticus forever.

Thank you for reading! This was just a small little piece for a beloved piece I wrote. If inspiration strikes, I shall be revisiting this story. 

Please let me know what you thought!