#especially sitting by my door and having my cat whine at me on the other side

[inniefulme]

you're so forgetful !

summary ; in which the skz members are your boyfriend and: you asked them to do something/had something to do but forgot to do it and now you're mad so now they try to apologize!

bf!skz x shorttempered!reader

notes ; my last post got WAY more attention than intended so now i am incredibly worried about finishing the actual thing fast.. here's a little something while you wait teehee (update: i forgot this app even existed WTFF i swear school has been busy please understand)

warnings ; swearing, some sexual jokes at bin and hyune's part but not tm, didn't exactly go throufh everything so might have some spelling/grammar mistakes so i apologize in advance !!!! reader isn't mentioned in the story, lmk if i miss anything <3

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bang chan

you probably asked him to defreeze the meat in the fridge when you left to buy groceries and other home needs but he forgot to because he was so engrossed on his computer and even had the time to go live for stays !!!! and he couldn't even take the meat out.. (ik what ur thinking)

you were definitely MAD because you wanted to have a nice dinner with him and you already planned everything out, it was already 10 pm when u got back too :( now you're ignoring him after you scolded him for forgetting

"y/n, please, i'm sorry. i swear i really did forget." is all he could say, he's too confused to think of what to say because he knew he messed up bad time when you're even rejecting his spoilers for the next come back like ??????

he'd be sitting in front of his computer thinking about what could possibly be a way to win you back, he even decided to go live again to ask stays. some said get you something you would like, or maybe just keep saying sorry.

he decided to do the next best thing, keep saying sorry of course!

"y/n, i'm really sorry. please forgive me, please, please?" he begs right in front of you kneeling down as u sat down on the couch completely ignoring his presence while you watched the tv.

he looked so sad at this point, ready to give up as he sat beside you. "i really am.." he pouted, leaning his head against your shoulder. you of course couldn't bare seeing him like that anymore and gave up, patting his head

"it's fine.. stop whining." you said, which chan immediately perked up hearing and looked up at you again. "are you sure? really?" he tries to get your confirmation first.

"yes.. don't worry." you replied, which made him sigh in relief as he placed your hand on his. "i really just, really am sorry. i won't let this happen again okay? even though it was about some meat in the fridge." you laughed, nodding. "promise?"

"promise." he kisses the back of your hand and smiled widely

lee know

genuinely i didn't know what he'd forget to do the most so i just thought of something dumb

and what dumb is it? you asked him to login to your game later so you don't lose you streak of course!

and he still forgot because he slept, woke up, played with the cats, eat and slept again probably

now you're pissed off because you were on your 143 streak and he ruined it :(

"oh come on it's just a game.." he makes up an excuse. "a game i spent hours on! don't you know how long it took to login that much and now you made me lose my streak?!" you crossed your arms, pouting

"you're overreacting, c'mere." he extends his hands out. "no, i'm mad." you looked away

"oh please, i'm not falling for that.." well i guess he did because you kept on ignoring him for 3 hours straight which made him go insane ngl not being able to touch you, especially when you're at home with him and still REFUSING physical contact

"okay fine, i'm sorry okay? please open the door, soonie wants to see you." he knocks on the door. "is it soonie or you're the one who wants to see me?" you asked

"both. now open up." he keeps on knocking and refusing to stop, which made you annoyed. "the door isn't even locked dumbass." you yelled out, which made him silent for a moment before opening the door

"could've told me before.." he rolls his eyes playfully, before getting in bed with you. "i really am sorry okay, don't ignore me like that ever again." he snuggles up with you as soonie joined in

"then don't do something like that again.." you groaned. "i promise, okay?" he assures you, holding you in his arms tight

changbin

here's an interesting one!

ahm.. something like lee know's maybe? he forgot to... do the laundry?????

that's all i could think of sorry

no bc u told him to do it like 4 hours ago while u had some work to do, you didn't even leave the house or anything but no now it's 10 pm and he still forgot womp womp

your favorite shirt is in the pile too and you were planning on wearing it tmrw when u and binnie go out :((((

"you could've set a reminder at least?!" you scolded him, which he just sat there in the couch crossing his arms feeling bad because he knew it was his fault

"i forgot to set one too.." he mutters, looking up at you. "you're too forgetful sometimes, it's bad!"

"it can't be helped okay!" changbin snaps back, before he pulled you onto his lap and groaned. "sorry. stop being so mad about it, you can find other shirts that could fit on you."

"but you said you loved that one the most.." you pouted. "you look good in anything, and i'll love you no matter. it doesn't make much of a difference." he says while running his hand through your hair "i just loved it because it compliments your body the most." he smirks

"hmph.." you whine, refusing to touch him in any sort of way despite already being on top of him. "come on, i said i'? sorry..?" he cups your cheeks, before playing with it for a while. "here, i'll let you buy something from my phone.. how about that?" your ears perk up, as you quickly take a glance at him. "promise?" you asked. "promise, bub."

you smiled, before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugged him. "thsnk you~" you cooed, as changbin laughs it off. "in one other condition.." he adds

"let me do anything to you tonight, eh?" he raises an eyebrow teasingly, which made you blush a bit but simply shrugged it off as you hit him playfully

"ow!" he pretends to be hurt, as you pouted. "i guess that's a yes, hm love?" he chuckles, pulling his phone out of his pocket

hyunjin

let's say he forgot it was your date today, except like teeny bit worse

you were already dressed up, did a bit of makeup and everything, only to see him lying on the couch with the remote on his hand, skimming through the channels on the tv

you were genuinely confused, thinking you got the date wrong or anything, but no, it really was today

"hyune? why aren't you ready yet?" you asked. "hm? where we going?" he looks up from the couch, sitting up as he looks at you for a moment, smilinf at your appearance. "you're kidding right? you said we have a date."

"date? when?" he tilts his head to the side. "i don't remember setting one for us, you're messing things up babe." that is, until his phone alarm rang with the title; 'date with y/n'

you would agree that if he simply forgot and just needed a reminder, he'd be off the hook. but even saying YOU were the one messing things up despite being the one planning the whole thing is just another story

"oh fuck.." he mutters as he looks at his phone. not only that, he set it 2 hours after the actual date, now you both missed your reservation. "hwang hyunjin. are you kidding me right now?" you cross your arms, clearly mad

"i'm sorry, i totally forgot.. i was just-"

"too busy with the damn tv? oh i can see that!" you cut him off, now scolding him. "now we missed the reservation!" you groaned, stomping yout feet towards your room..

"babe, look, i'm really sorry okay? i didn't mean to." hyunjin tries to apologize, standing behind you in front of the mirror while you removed your not-too-much-of-makeup-but-still-was-something makeup that took work

"pleasee? i can still make it up to you, we can go elsewhere." he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting hid chin on your shoulder

"anywhere you want, my treat, you don't even have to do anything but enjoy yourself, how about that?"

your furrowed eyebrows slowly went upwards, as you stared at him from the mirror. "anything..?"

"yes, love." he kisses your cheek. "anything." you contemplate it for a moment, before you sighed. "fine.. since we're still going."

"there we go, there's my lover." he giggles, pinching your cheek. "no need for you to wear any makeup or change, your perfect as you are. i'll be taking your clothes off later eitherway." he says laughing, running his hand through your hair

[turner-strait]

speaking of Experiences, guess who just had the ever elusive experience of accidentally locking themselves out of their house for the first time!

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Innocent (Homelander)

Description: Y/N is the newest member of the seven and Homelander takes a liking to her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,715k

She looked up at the building in awe. She stood in front of the seven’s building. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be in the seven. She couldn’t wait to meet everyone, especially Homelander. She loved him and couldn’t wait to see him in person. She walked into the building and her anxiety raised. She almost walked right back out but someone got her attention. “Hi, I'm Ashley.” A red headed girl greeted her. “I’m Y/N or Y/S/N.” She introduced herself as if Ashley didn’t already know who she was. “The new member of the seven.” Ashley clarified with her. “Let’s show you around.” Y/N nodded.

Ashley walked her into the room where all the other Supes were. “Ashley, we are having a meeting.” Homelander snapped at her but stopped when he saw the girl next to her. She looked so pure and sweet. She was in her costume which was a white bodysuit and Angel wings. “Well who’s this?” He said, walking towards them. Y/N tensed up and couldn’t believe that Homelander was right in front of her. “This is Y/N or Y/S/N.” She introduced her. Homelander’s eyes traveled down her body and Ashley cleared her throat. “That’s a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” The others looked at each other. “Thank you, Homelander.” Y/N said, Homelander melted at her sweet voice, she was adorable. He wanted to ruin her.

“Ashley, leave I got the rest.” He commanded. Ashley left without question leaving Y/N alone with the Supes. “I’ll be showing around for now.” He told her and turned around. “Guys, this is Y/N.” He introduced her to the group. Y/N looked at everyone in shock. “Cat got your tongue, pretty girl.” A-Train said. Homelander hit the back of his head as he walked by him. “Don’t.” He growled. Y/N just stood there not knowing what to do. “Y/N you can come sit.” She looked around and didn’t see an empty chair. “Uh where do you want me to sit, sir?” She asked, he got hard just at her calling him that. “On my lap for now.” Maeve looked at him in disgust as it clicked in her head what was going on. Y/N walked over to him and he pulled her to sit on his lap. The others tried not to think about it too much but could tell what was going on.

His hands placed themselves on her hips. She loved the feeling of his hands on her, though it also made her very nervous. It also caused her lady parts to tingle. As the meeting happened she couldn’t really focus much, she was nervous and the feeling of Homelander caressing her made it worse. As he ended the meeting everyone got up including her but he pulled her down. “You’re staying with me.” He tells her and she nods. Once the door was closed his hand moved to her thigh. “So Y/N tell me what’s got your heart racing so fast.” “I’m nervous about all of this.” She tells him, playing with her fingers. His eyes dragged over her form like he did earlier. “You know what helps with nerves?” He asked her, but she didn’t have an answer so she shook her head.

His fingers moved closer to her pussy, “Orgasms.” He whispered and bit her ear a little bit. Her breathing picked up as his hand was inches from her wetness. “Ever had one?” He asked, she shook her head no. His finger lightly traced her clothed pussy. She hummed at the feeling. It felt really good. “It feels amazing, baby. You’ll love it.” He tells her. She gasped as she felt him push her body suit and underwear aside and felt his bare finger on her clit. “You’re already wet.” He says and starts playing with her. She was letting out little moans and whimpers as his fingers rubbed on her clit. “How does that feel, baby?” He asked her, and she moaned out “so good.” He chuckled and took another finger and traced her hole with it.

“This will feel even better.” He tells her before sliding in his finger as slow as he could so she could adjust to it. She whined in pain at first leaning back against him. But once she got used to it, it felt really good. Her little moans turned to big ones. “Your pussy is so tight.” He groans. Her hand grabbed his wrist as he finger fucked her. He watched her with intense eyes as she got closer to release. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were closed, the most pornographic noises left her lips. He began kissing her neck and whispering the dirtiest things in her ear, making her red. “You look so pretty with my finger inside of you.” He whispered, she moaned in response. “Think you can take another?” He asked as if her answer mattered. He added another finger making her whine his name. He chuckled and kissed her neck again.

Her hips started involuntary moving. She gripped his wrist as her hips synced with his fingers. He stopped kissing her neck and nuzzled it, smelling her. Her scent was sweet and he could smell her arousal. Her scent was addicting. He curled his fingers hitting her g spot, she screamed back Homelander covered her mouth with his other hand. “Shh baby. You don’t want the others to know that on your first day you became my bitch.” She moaned against his hand. Her chest started moving up and down really fast, she began panting against his hand. She felt the really good feeling get better and better. Homelander felt her clenching around his fingers. “Are you close?” He asked her, she couldn’t answer him with words due to his hand covering her mouth so she nodded. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” He demanded and she did. Her body arched as her first orgasm started.

The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. She felt it through her entire body as his fingers kept moving inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she kept moaning. He watched in awe as she experienced this. Once her high was gone he pulled out his fingers and saw how drenched they were. He put them in his mouth and suckled on them, moaning at how good she tasted. She watched him with wide eyes as he licked his fingers clean. “You taste so fucking amazing.” He moaned. She kissed him and moved to straddle him. He helped her and kissed back. The taste of her orgasm was on his tongue and lips, making her moan. His hands rubbed her hips as she deepened the kiss. “Give me more please.” She moaned against his lips. “More what?” Though he knew what she was talking about. “Orgasms.” She said and kissed him again. He stood up with her in his arms. He sat her on the table, never breaking the kiss. She pulled at his suit, basically begging him to take it off. He pulled away from the kiss and pulled down his pants.

“Take your suit off.” He told her. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and stood up to get it off her body. She stood bare in front of him. He stared at her naked body, taking in every inch of her. She had an amazing body and he couldn’t wait to be inside of it. He picked her up and placed her back on the table. She looked down at his hard dick. It was long and big, it made her nervous. “You like what you see?” He asked. She looked up at him and nodded. “How will it fit?” She asked with her head turned a little. God she was so pretty, he thought. “Guess we will see.” He said and stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with her entrance that was super wet again.

She wrapped an arm around his neck as he slowly pushed in. She closed her eyes and prepared for the pain that made her cry out. He watched her face twist in pain as his big dick split her in half. He pulled her hips closer, making her cry his name. He felt bad that she was in pain, which was weird for him. He wanted to give her the world and not hurt her. “Shhh baby it’ll feel so good.” He whispers and places his face in her neck. His eyes rolled back at the sweet scent of her. Once he was inside of her, he stopped to let her adjust. She opened her eyes and moved her hips a little to see if the pain was away. She moaned in delight as the pain was no longer. He took that as a sign to start thrusting. His hips made the table below them creak but neither of them cared. Her other hand was holding his and squeezing as the pleasure got more intense. “Homelander.” She whined as his hips picked up speed. He pulled back from her neck to look at her.

He placed his forehead on hers and they stared at each other. Moans left both of their lips. She kissed him to silence them both as the pleasure got more intense. Their bodies moved in sync, she gasped in his mouth as she felt the amazing feeling rise again. “Fuck.” He groaned as he felt his orgasm as well. “I want us to cum together.” He tells her , making her nod. He could tell that she was close and she could tell he was as well. “I’m so close.” She warned him. “Me too, baby.” Both of them were sweating and making the sweetest noises. She hugged him tight as she tumbled over the edge, screaming in his neck. He whined as he came as well. She gasped as they both rode out their highs. The feeling better than it was before. He stopped his hips after the high was gone. She pulled back and looked at him. Her hair was damped and ruined from sex, it made him smile. She looked so beautiful. It was at that moment that he knew he was gonna make her his wife.  

[descendantsramblings]

Maybe some dating headcanons for Morgie and Hook with a more dominant gn! partner?

And maybe some nsfw headcanons if ur ok with it but no need

I do not do smut, however I will cross over into makeout scenes. So if you consider that nsfw then sure it's nsfw. I hope you meant together because that's surely how I did this.

Also this is so different from my normal posts tone wise, let me know how we feel about it?

Any way!!! I haven't written head canons since 2021 (I think the Gil ones? Maybe Harry's idk) it feels so good to write them again.

The Dominant Type

James Hook x GN! Reader x Morgie le Fay head canons

No pronouns used

'Warnings: Sfw dominance, make out/heated scenes including hickey mentions (probably the furthest I'd ever be comfortable going) , pet names, reader is possessive but not in a toxic way, Polyamory (obviously) I talk about Hook's hair an ungodly amount read into that what you will

Word Count: 1.6K

Originally, back in freshman year when it all started, it was just you and James

But by Junior year James couldn’t deny that Morgie had a thing for you, he knew it should make him jealous but something about how his roommate- his best friend- stared at you was so hot 

And you’d have to be stupid to pretend you didn’t see that the sorcerer had a little thing for your boyfriend, hazel eyes always locked on Hook’s pouty lips while the two spoke, constantly trying to find a reason to touch him

When the two of you confronted it, talking about the boy between lazy kisses, both of you came to the realization that you wanted him too

So who could blame you two for asking him if he wanted to join you?

At first, Hook tried to hide that he was so submissive when it came to you, but Morgie-Who had watched from the sidelines for years by that point- knew better than that. It was no shock that you wore the pants so to speak

Quickly it fell into a rhythm, You were always the dominant one while Morgie and Hook were both switches in their own right. There was no true rhyme or reason to who leaned more submissive, it just sorta worked out

Hook Focused head canons:

He won’t admit it outside of the two of you but James is needy

And a giant brat

You never know if you’re getting him lounged across you like a house cat or extreme sass and attitude until one of you puts him back in his place and you love the unknown aspect of it- of him

He loves to hit you with a “make me” when you tell him to do something (Morgie gets an equal but different “bite me”) just to see the way you smirk, knowing he’s in for it

He’d die if his other friends knew though (Something that drives Morgie crazy because Hook is the biggest tease he’s ever met and he loves to catch an attitude in the hideout) 

He loves to playfully pull away from your lips so you’ll thread your hands through his hair and force him to hold still while you kiss him properly, sighing into your mouth at the contact 

James adores when you baby him though, he longs for it

Morgie making him sit on the bathroom counter so he can shave his face or you straddling his lap and putting his makeup on for him

If his boots come untied, you’re on the ground tying them for him before his mind has fully processed that it even was undone.

Doing his hair for him, or messing up his hair, really just anything that has to do with you touching his hair

He loves to push his luck in public for the thrill of you or Morgie shoving him against the door or wall to kiss him the second you’re all alone

Pull his hair while kissing him, Force him to look you in the eye while you speak. He eats it up, he likes when you two get more aggressive with him, especially if it’s you. The way you refuse to deal with his attitude drives him wild 

If he thinks Morgie is getting more attention than him he’ll lay across the two of you and genuinely pout, whining about how you both “hate him and want him to die” because he is the most dramatic boy to ever live

You often hold his hook, leaving his good hand open for Morgie to take but if you’re in the middle of the two of them it’s always his good hand, rubbing calming circles on the back of it with your thumb

Buries his face in your neck when he’s upset, playing with his hair while he’s snuggled into you like that will always calm him down

He’s melting into your touch if you or Morgie wash his hair for him, it’s his favorite act of love

Polishing his hook for him is also a love language in his mind

If y'all are spooning he absolutely has to be the little spoon

Loves it when you undo his shirt for him absent-mindedly pressing kisses on his face and neck and shoulders as you do. There’s nothing more to it, just you doing something minor to care for him all on your own 

He can’t sleep alone, if you’re not over he’s curled up against Morgie (not that the sorcerer would complain about the way his head fits so perfectly in the side of his neck, the boy is so warm when even in the summer Morgie can find a reason to shiver) 

You call him “Honey” and he just melts, kissing you before you can finish your sentence or staring you with those big puppy dogs eyes until you kiss him

Morgie Focused Head canons:

Unlike his boyfriend, Morgie very rarely has an attitude but by god is he clingy

Making grabby hands at one of you when you dare to be in a different part of the room from him

Laying on your back if you’re refusing to cuddle him for any reason because he needs the closeness

Adores laying on top of you with his arms tucked underneath you 

And he doesn’t care who sees it when he’s being needy, he proudly claims the two of you, you make him feel safe

He can pout like no one’s business though, Morgie knows how to get his way and make Hook think it was his idea (doesn’t work on you though, something he’s come to accept) 

Hug him from behind, it makes him feel good to know you give him affection just because you want to and not because he asks for it

He doesn’t prefer to be babied but he does like to be taken care of, to him there’s a major difference

Loves when you put one of your jackets on him and zip it up for him or when you drape it over his shoulders when you notice him shivering

Or standing between your -or Hook’s legs- letting you wash his face after calming him down, the gentle motions gaining  you all of his attention

He prefers to be in between you two, the middle spoon or the middle person while y’all are walking side by side, he likes to know he has both of his partner’s attention without having to fight for it. 

Doesn’t mind if you or Hook get rough with him but he prefers gentle touches. Softly hold his jaw while you kiss him, slide a hand into his back pocket when you walk with an arm around him. Card your fingers through his hair while he’s laying in your arms talking to you

He likes to sit on the floor, between your knees with his head in your lap while you play with his hair

He loves verbal dominance too. “Let me help you”, “Baby, come here”, “That’s my boy” it makes him feel appreciated, like you really see him 

Sits on your lap a lot, likes to feel your arms wrapped around his waist and your cheek pressed against his shoulder (likes it more when you tell him to do it)

He’s definitely the type to distract you from what you need to get done so he can lay in your arms for longer

Loves praise, you can get him flustered by simply telling him he did a good job on a test

Whiny, worse than Hook when it comes to being whiny, the boy nearly begs for things

Loves it when you get possessive over him, especially when Uliana is giving him a tough time

Nuzzles against you like he’s trying to scent you (maybe he is)

Call him “Baby”, “Sugar”, or “Sweetheart” and he’s a mess between your adoring hands, eyes looking up at you with stars in them 

Even if he’s not as submissive, he’ll sometimes ask you for permission for things (Mainly if you’re kissing James and he wants to)

When he is feeling completely submissive though, he loves looking to you for approval, nearly glowing if you specifically give him permission to do something without him having to ask (not that he needs your permission to begin with)

More of them together:

Morgie isn’t a brat on his own but when they’re both feeling more submissive Hook has no trouble coaxing him to be bratty with him. You have your work cut out for you if it’s one of those days. Nothing’s worse than one sassy man but two of them 

If you are sleeping over, most of the time you lay between them, they’ll both lay their head on your chest, letting their intertwined hands rest on your stomach. You’ll scratch Morgie’s head with the hand on his side while your other arm is around James’ waist pinning him to you with all three of your legs becoming one big tangle in Morgie’s bed

Grabbing the nape of Hook’s neck to pull him off of Morgie’s lips when you walk in on them making out, kissing him from behind while Morgie’s lips find a new home on the boy’s jaw. His half-lidded doe eyes look so pretty while he’s looking at you with hunger in them. 

Or holding Morgie still while Hook tickles him, the boy is absolutely the most ticklish person you know. 

They both love seeing you get jealous, especially since they know you can’t get set off by them. Heaven forbid some princess starts flirting with James or Uliana gets too handsy while trying to get Morgie to do something she wants. They know they’re going to end up with your hands all over them, whispering in their ear about how they better know they’re yours. It’s unbelievably hot to them

Heaven forbid they decide they want you to stop what you’re doing so you’ll pay attention to them, they’re pulling out all the stops until they can get what they want from you. 

You’re always touching one of them in some way, sometimes both of them. A hand on Hook’s shoulder, a leg thrown over Morgie’s lap, your arms both wrapped around their waists. 

Leaving visible hickeys on them, literally marking them as yours -especially on their jawlines or collar bones (something Morgie does in fact beg for) 

Sometimes Morgie kisses James purely so you’ll grab him by the neck to focus him back onto you. He doesn’t do it often but something about kissing you over his shoulder like that while James’ hands are on his hips is intoxicating

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, I really love your works? How have you been doing? I have been scrolling through your pages and masterlist and I find one about powerful and beautiful minor deity reader who is a bit lazy, lol.

Can I request continuotion of this with how the reader start dating the same RoR characters from before and how others reacted to it? Especially the one that harassed her in the ball?

-Thor- Aphrodite was pinching both of your cheeks, making you whine as she scolded you, “You’ve been going out with him for months now and you’ve kept it from me?! I found out through Loki- LOKI OF ALL PEOPLE!!!” you pouted up at her, giving her puppy dog eyes which made her flinch back, “I’m sorry Aphrodite, Thor and I wanted to keep it quiet until the next party.” She pulled back, folding her arms, pouting herself as she sat on her chase lounge, not looking at you but she opened her arms, demanding cuddles. You hugged her, crawling into your lap before she deflated, unable to stay mad at you, “Answer me this, how did Loki find out?” you sucked your lips into your mouth, your face flushing bright red and instantly Aphrodite let out a screechy squeal, hugging you tightly, easily rolling to pin you down on her chase lounge, “Tell me everything!! Tell me tell me tell me!!!” you were unable to escape from her curiosity. You were drained when you made it back to Thor who opened his arms for you and you instantly crawled in, hugging him tightly as you sagged against him, making him chuckle softly as he knew Aphrodite hadn’t been kind to you.

-Odin- He was traditional when he first asked to court you, something that shocked Loki to no end, sending you a simple bouquet of flowers and a handwritten letter, requesting the chance to court you. He had not expected you to show up at his front door and leap into his arms, peppering his face with kisses, making him laugh warmly, holding you close. He had not expected you to react so warmly to the idea, giving you a small smile, “Would you truly be happy with an old man like me?” you twirled a piece of his beard around your finger, a warm smile on your face, “Of course I will, you respect me and now I can handle myself! Plus, your letter was so sweet I couldn’t let a man like you slip through my grasp.” He chuckled warmly, the two of you walking together, arm in arm, walking right past a gawking Loki who was stunned stiff, seeing you with Odin. He facepalmed and instantly sent a message with some money attached to Aphrodite, as she won their bet.

-Hades- He asked to court you at the party, after asking you to dance with him, surprising you but you agreed, which made Aphrodite and Loki both cheer loudly, making you giggle. Hades saw many of the other men who had been vying for you deflate in defeat, as they couldn’t defeat Hades of all people. He was so sweet with you, holding your hand, offering you his arm to escort you, gifting you flowers and just being doting. Unlike other men who had tried the same, Hades felt different to you, there was something different about his affections, when he would brush your hair behind your ear, so he could see your face, your eyes, you melted. He wasn’t safe from your affections either, when you would scratch his scalp, letting him lay down on your chest, he was like a giant cat, melting into you, hugging you close as if you would disappear.

-Poseidon- Despite your quiet first meeting after you took care of that bastard, Poseidon was very attentive to you, he would greet you outside your home, asking to escort you, taking you to the beach and sitting with you so you could lounge around. Poseidon was very sweet with you, speaking kindly to you, but if anyone else was to approach he would instantly harden back into his cold self, speaking briskly with them, but as soon as he turns back to you, he’s so gentle. You’ve noticed this and it wasn’t hard to fall in love with this tsundere cutie. The first time you pecked his cheek you’re pretty sure his mind immediately burst into flames before he glared at you, “Do it again.” You couldn’t help but crawl into his lap, peppering his face with kisses.

-Poor Bastard- When he saw you walking around the party, you looked so beautiful, so elegant, and so alone! It was the perfect chance to ask you out! However, you rejected him, giving him a soft smile to let him down easily, “I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” He didn’t want to give up, getting a bit closer, trying again, ignoring your firm ‘no’ answers. When he grabbed your wrist, his other hand going to your waist, a leer on his face as he asked you to dance, you lost your temper and delivered a Divine Punishment Bitch Slap that sent him flying across the room. You removed your heels, immediately stomping over to discipline him some more, ignoring the gawking faces as you bitch slapped him again, feeling no regret for him.

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Kimber

I'm currently sat in the Garrison in our privet room with my brothers and Isaiah

"Come on let me play" I whine at my brothers

"Alright alright come her" I sit next to John who hands me a deck of cards "first shuffle these cards..."John says helping me but Arthur quickly interrupts

"Terms of play John boy terms of play. She should go play snap with Finn" I roll my eyes at my oldest brother who still sees me as this young girl

"Do you want whiskey as well?" Grace the barmaid walks in

"Yeah I'll have..." I start

"No. None for her. Just beer and orange juice for YN" Tommy responds

"Why no whiskey Tommy? are you expecting trouble?" Arthur asks

"For fuck sake Tommy" I groan grabbing a beer that's half drunk

"I'll ignore that language YN" he says picking up his playing card

"Jesus Christ Tommy what the hell made you let them sing?" John laughs referring to the awfully drunk men singing

"They sound like their strangling cats out there" I laugh along with John

"All right 20 to play. Come on"

"I don't get it" I say looking at my cards then throwing them down in a huff

"What did make you change your mind though Tommy? hmmm?" Arthur asks. I take the cigarette out of Isaiah's mouth and place it in mine before John takes it out of mine to put out

"Yeah I mean it's about time Tommy" the brothers watch Grace as she leaves the room

"Time for what?"

"Time you took yourself a woman. Even our YN is smitten these days" I roll my eyes at Arthur

"Still not happy about that especially knowing what we were up to at her age" John laughs

"What you were up to you mean" Tommy grunts

"Remember Isaiah she is only 15, not need to be married and a mother yet"

"Nope don't want to be part of this conversation. Isaiah let's go" I take his hand and we walk out of the room and over to the bar where Harry is.

Everyone continues to sing and dance when suddenly it goes quiet. I look at the door where some men have just walked in

"Holy shit. It's Billy Kimber" Isaiah pulls me behind him

"Is there any man here named Shelby?" It's quiet for a moment then he pulls out a gun and shoots it in the air making all of us jump "I said is there any man here named Shelby" thankfully my brothers walk out of the room, Tommy leading them

"Harry get these men a drink. Everyone else go home. Isaiah, take YN home and stay there with her" Isaiah nods his head but I refuse

"Grace go home" Tommy says as Grace walks over to the table Tommy and the others just sat at with drinks

"But Mr Fenton said..."

"I said go home"

"I've never approved of woman in pubs, but when they look like that..." Kimber watches Grace walk off

"Isaiah I thought I told you to take YN home"

"You did. YN let's go" I sigh giving in but Kimber stops us from going anywhere

"No. I want her to stay. She's a pretty little thing isn't she. I'm guessing this is the youngest Shelby sister"

"Ay, eyes away!" Tommy shouts "you said you wanted men called Shelby. You've got 3 of them and a girl, but don't underestimate her"

"Right, I'd never heard of ya then I did hear of ya, some little Didicoy razor gang" i scoff a little. Razor gang "I though to myself, so what? but then you fucked me over so now you have my undivided attention. By the way which one and I talking to, who's the boss?" 

"Well I'm the oldest" Arthur replies

"Ha clearly"

"Are you laughing at my brother?"

"Right he's the oldest, your the thickness, she's just nice to look at"

"I'm 15 you perv" I mutter

"I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you 'cause your looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart"

"Isaiah I'm not going to ask again take YN home"

"Sorry Tommy. Come on YN" Isaiah takes my hand and pulls me out of the pub. Isaiah takes me home where no one is, obviously. The only time Tommy is allowing Isaiah and I to be alone is because of Kimber. The peace didn't last long because Finn comes home which means time for me to watch him...

[aki-i-guess]

CW: pathetic meow meow Satan. Completely gn reader, Satan gets a handjob, use if the word kitty and kitten (for Satan), use of the word cock, Satan wears a collar and a tail plug. He also cries but in a good way. Yeah it’s just needy, subby Satan. (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SUBBY MEN BUT I TRIED VERY HARD!) 🔞🔞🔞 MINORS DNI THIS IS SMUT. NASTY HANDJOB SMUT. UNDER THE CUT!!

Imagine… he’s locked up in his room, alone, trying on his cat ears and tail plug. He’s naked from the waist down as he frantically pumps his hard cock in his hand. He’s just so desperate for relief but he just can’t seem to get it by himself.

His whining gets louder as he climbs the peak over and over but never falls off the edge. Even thinking about you, your hands and your face and your mouth- god, how he yearned for the real thing. Just imagining it wasn’t enough anymore.

Before he could give up and call you, a gentle knock came from his door.

“Satan? Are you alright?”

His breath falters. With trembling legs, he stands and rushes to unlock his door and let you in. Showing you would be easier, especially when you came to him.

“I need you.” He’d whisper, dragging you inside his darkened bedroom and immediately sitting you down.

He curled into your lap like a cat, situating himself so you could touch him however you wanted. By now, the tears have fallen from the corner of his eyes and the head of his cock was a desperate red.

“I need-” This time, you accompanied his words with delicate fingers tracing over his skin. You tickled up and down his thighs.

“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

He melted.

“I want- I need you to touch me.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, a soft red dusting his cheeks. His pretty, red tip leaked like his eyes, slowly trickling down the prominent vein that ran along the bottom.

You couldn’t help but coo. You brought your fingers up from his thighs to tease him; one hand rolling his balls between your fingers and the other oh so gently grasping around his cock. He shuddered with a sigh, slight tension lifting from his shoulders so he slumped into you. His forehead gently pressed into yours, his sweet, wavering breath fanning across your cheeks.

“I’ve got you, kitty.” You whispered, pumping him slowly but surely in your palm. His whole body started to shake in your lap, soft breathy moans spilled out of his mouth before he could even think to stop them.

“Fuck- please, keep going-“ He practically begged. His shaky hand came up to latch around your wrist, desperately tugging on it to make you move faster.

You obliged, watching him melt like butter and buck into your hands.

“How does that feel? Better now?”

He sobbed between cute mewls, lifting up from your forehead and nodding frantically. The bell on his collar jingled with every shake of his head. “Use your words, kitten.”

A shiver ripped up his spine.

“So good- so good-“ His hips met your hand halfway, wet shlicks accompanying every drag of your hand downwards. You could feel him twitch heavily in your palm, so close but not quite there yet.

You took one hand from between his thighs and grabbed the metal loop on his collar. You squeezed around his cock just enough to make him babble out praises.

You roughly pulled him down into a sloppy kiss, feeling the moans vibrate down your throat and pool in your gut.

Much sooner than Satan preferred, and without much warning, he came hard into your hand, releasing thick streams all over the front of your shirt. He squirmed and whined while you pumped him through it, slowly pushing him over the edge and bringing him back down.

He pulled away and panted, face flushed a deep shade of red as he saw how ruined your appearance was. Despite his vocabulary, words escaped him.

Instead, he reached his hands forward to cup your face, leaving sweet kisses saying what his words could not.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

It was nearly 11pm. The boys sat around the tour bus impatiently, Taeyoung asleep in T’s lap.

“Courtney,” Robaire whined, “are we there yet?”

Courtney sighed. “We should be at the hotel in another ten or fifteen minutes.”

T, Z, and Robaire all groaned.

“We’ve been sitting here for hours.” T complained. “I can’t sit still much longer.”

“And my neck can’t take sleeping on this window much longer.” Z rubbed his neck.

Courtney glared at them. “Why can’t you just be quiet like Jesse? He’s behaving?”

“He’s sulking.” Robaire glanced at Jesse, who was staring out the window.

Jesse let out a melancholy sigh.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Courtney rolled her eyes. “Right now, Jesse is my favorite because he’s not—”

“SELINA!” Jesse ejected out of his seat when his phone started ringing.

Taeyoung jumped awake. “Ugh, I was having the best nap.”

“Great, now you woke the cat.” T shook his head.

“Sorry, guys.” Jesse maneuvered out of the seat row. “The love of my life is calling me, I’ll be right back.” He headed into the bus bathroom and shut the door.

The bus fell silent.

“So,” Taeyoung sat up, “are we almost there?”

Courtney groaned loudly.

“Hey, babe.” Jesse said as he picked up the phone. “How are you and Marcel holding up?”

“Well, uh…we’re interesting.” Selina said awkwardly. “I mean, Marcel’s fine. He misses you like crazy, but—”

“Awwww, I miss him too.” Jesse smiled. “I miss you both a lot. I know it’s past his bedtime, but is he still up? I wanna talk to him.”

“Jesse, we need to talk.” Selina got his attention. “And I know your bottom lip is quivering right now. Calm down, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Jesse sighed with relief. “Lina, you gotta stop opening conversations like that, especially if it’s not gonna be serious.”

“This is pretty serious actually.” Selina said quietly. “Remember the night before you left for the tour?”

“You mean when you dragged me off the couch and made me finish packing?�� Jesse furrowed his brow. “I told you I wasn’t sleeping, I was just resting my eyes. I was gonna get up in a second.”

“Actually,” Selina’s voice got awkwardly high pitched, “I was talking about what happened after that.”

Jesse froze. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“Because…I’m pregnant.” Selina finally said. “Surprise.”

Jesse stared at the wall in shock, completely silent.

“Oh, not again.” Selina groaned. “Baby, I need you to actually respond so I know you didn’t pass out or something.”

“Are you sure though?” Jesse narrowed his eyes. “I mean, maybe you’re late because you’re stressed about being alone with Marcel for two months.”

“Honey, I went to the doctor’s office today.” Selina crossed her arms. “The ultrasounds confirmed it.”

Jesse got quiet again. “Okay, well I’m gonna tuck and roll off this bus, walk back home, and—”

“No, babe, it’s totally fine.” Selina stopped him. “You’re only gonna be gone for a little while longer at this point.”

“It’s only been, like, three weeks. I’m not gonna be back until two days before Marcel’s birthday.” Jesse reminded her. “And the tour isn’t as important as being there for you. I mean, you’re gonna need someone to watch Marcel while you’re hunched over the toilet.”

“Jes, it’s really gonna be fine.” Selina calmed him down. “I’m gonna call Daunte in the morning to let him know, plus my dad’s retired now so he should be able to help until you’re back. All you’re really missing is the part of the pregnancy where I don’t want you near me.”

“But even during that phase, you needed to sit on my lap while I told you how pretty you are.” Jesse whined. “I just wanna go home and be with you guys.”

“Five more weeks.” Selina sighed. “Just five more weeks and we’ll be together again.”

“It’s gonna be the longest few weeks ever.” Jesse ran a hand through his hair. “Well, other than the first six weeks after Marcel was born. That was torture.”

Selina giggled. “Well, I’m gonna have to go now, babe. I just smelled what the neighbors are cooking and I’m probably gonna be sick.”

“Awww, that’s my pregnant wifey.” Jesse said with a giddy grin. “Go on, go throw up. Love you lots.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you, too. Bye.” She hung up quickly.

Jesse quietly smiled to himself. “I hate it here.”

Act II

Late 1998–First (American Only) Tour

Robaire—20 going on 21 in ‘99

Jesse—22 going on 23 in ‘99

Aaron Z—20 going on 21 in ‘99

Aaron T—19 going on 20 in ‘99

Taeyoung—15 going on 16 in 2 months

———

Aaaaand we’re back! Did you miss me😁

[lake-archive]

Chapter 11 - The Menace

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Characters: Osamu Dazai, Annette 'Ann' Dorste-Hülshoff (OC), Doppo Kunikida, Ole (OC)

Pairing: Annzai (Dazai/Ann)

Words: 1,113

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“Hello Kunikida–Kun! Are you free right now~?” Osamu would ask in his usual sing–song voice. And he was not going to be sorry for this either. Then again, when was he ever sorry? Not when it comes to things like these, no. There was no need to be sorry. Even if he ended up being yelled at. Honestly, that was the fun part if anything. And Kunikida just so happened to have really funny reactions.

“I’m hanging up.” He said however, being so close doing so. Or so one would fear and Osamu couldn’t have that. Not now at least! Especially if he ended up being bored right after!

“Wait wait wait! Please, hear me out for a moment! Don’t hang up!” He started whining. “It’s very important!”

“Yeah right…” He heard the other male scoff. Honestly, one can even imagine this one’s expression – The usual annoyance hiding behind those glasses. And it would make anyone chuckle uncontrollably, wouldn’t it? 

“I mean it though! Just give me some time!”

“Dazai, if you really think that I’m falling for this trick–”

“But I’m all alone!”

“Not my problem. Don’t be late to–”

“Please! I’m all alone! Ann–Chan left me and her cat is glaring at me for hours now!” And while he said it in a rather overdramatic fashion one could literally see the small black and white cat stare daggers at Osamu with those wide, green eyes. Ole had been sitting there in one of the corners and had been busy glaring at the human. A cat so tiny, like some fluffball, yet can look surprisingly deadly. Well, Osamu wasn’t scared of the little guy. Though things were a little frustrating. Because the little fella seemed to not just dislike him but also be a little hostile. Ole always stretched out one of his paws and tried fending off Osamu at any chance he could get. Not just that but also the loud meowing. Not just the meowing but also the scratching. And it got only worse by the day, to the point even Ann had to hold Ole back from time to time. Talk about a tough cat to handle… That or he’s just not good with them. Or just Ole, works too. But that didn’t change the current circumstances!

“Not my problem.” Kunikida sighed, as if already tired. Honestly, the two have not even been talking for that long and he was already having enough. He could hardly ever hide it. That or he just didn’t bother hiding it, maybe even thinking that it would get him out of this situation quicker. But it did not. Why would it? 

“Come on! Just for a little while! Kunikida–Kun…”

“Stop bothering me. I’m busy here.”

“With what? More work? Isn’t that boring? C’mon, just a little—”

“I don’t have time for this. I’m hanging up.”

“No wait! There’s still so—”

“Dazai, why are you making such a fuss?” A voice would interrupt the yells out of nowhere, right after a door within the small apartment got shoved open. There was a certain silence within the room, no one losing a word. Osamu turned around upon hearing that voice, wanting to see who it was. A young woman wearing a white shirt and short, black pants. Her hair was all wet, as if she had just gone out of the water… Wait, actually, that was the case! Especially given that she had opened the door from the bathroom! Though her green gaze was a little annoyed. “Good grief. Is this really worth it to yell over? You might scare Ole, y’know!”

Though Osamu did not respond, only staring at the female brunette for a moment as she was looking back at him… Though visibly confused, probably by his silence. And yet she did not say anything back, only staring right back. All while Ole was probably still staring at Osamu from behind. Who knows, maybe this kitty was preparing for his attack from out of nowhere. No one would put it past him… 

“What happened? Dazai? Ey, answer already!” One could hear Kunikida yell from the other end of the line yet no response from the one in question. Instead he kept on staring at Ann who was just eyeing him curiously, though of course in a confused manner.

“Is something on my—” She was about to say yet then Osamu picked up the phone again.

“Sorry Kunikida–Kun. I’m busy~ Talk to you later!” Osamu then added, carefree as always.

“Wha– Hey! You called me! Now you answer what—!” Yet before that could be finished Osamu hung up very quickly, then turning back to the female in front of him.

“Ah, you were just taking a shower! Just say so~” He then added, nearly chirping. And the face he got… 

Needless to say, one of her eyelids twitched as a result as she stared right at him. “Why’d I have to tell you?” She nearly scoffed with annoyance. “Besides, what was that about?”

“Oh, just Kunikida–Kun. You know how he is~”

“You annoyed him, didn’t you?”

“Me? I would never~”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. And the sky is piss yellow.”

“Woha! Language Bella.”

‘It’s Ann! Or at least Anette!”

“But it’s a cute ni–”

“It’s Ann or nothing!” She nearly screamed, face beet red however. Seeing her angry like this was just something he couldn't resist.

“Haha, alright Ann–Chan.” 

“Seriously…” She shook her head in disbelief before walking out of the bathroom, finally, only to go to the shared closet and grab one of her hoodies, a dark green one. She put it over herself and covered her hair with said hood. Then again the front of her hair was sticking out. “Is there a day where you’re not like this? It’s getting tiring.”

Tiring? This? Maybe for her but it was fun really. “That’d be no fun though~”

Hearing that had her grumble for a moment before sighing. “Why did I even ask?”

“But you like it, don’t you?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself here!” She responded as she made sure to not face him with her arms crossed. Talk about shy.

“No need to be embarrassed. You can be ho–”

“I am being honest!”

“Hah, if you say so.” And yet Osamu was amused himself. Not annoyed, even if he heard it several times. It was so easy to get under Ann’s skin and it’s cute. Seeing her cheeks go all red, hearing her frustration… And yet she didn’t seem all too angry. So messing with her was actually fun. He couldn't help but smirk everytime. 

Maybe someday he could become her own menace. That doesn't sound like a bad deal.

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[social-mockingbird]

in the name of the moon...something something...whatever

(an Obiyuki Sailor Moon AU) 

my second written obiyuki bingo entry! please forgive the mad cheesiness, I do really appreciate sailor moon but I find it mad cheesy. also the idea of obi wearing sparkly shorts was too funny to not use. enjoy!

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Obi stared at the glossy black cat sitting on his bed and started to laugh. 

He couldn’t help it. Then he looked down at himself and laughed even harder. By the time Luna could get him to calm down, calling his name in an increasingly exasperated tone, Obi was lying on the floor like a star, chest heaving with suppressed chuckles.

“This is serious,” said the cat, tail flicking with annoyance. “The magic I’ve bestowed upon you is not to be taken lightly! You are destined to save Earth from the forces of evil, Obi, and I’d like it if you had a little more gravity.”

“Okay.” Obi crossed his legs and sat up, folding his hands primly. “Consider me grave as a full moon. But you’ve got to admit, Luna, the outfit is ridiculous.”

Luna humphed. “The Moon Guardian outfit has been passed down through generations—”

“Of women, obviously, because there are too many sparkles on here for my comfort—”

“The moon shines brightly in the night sky and the guardian reflects that light—”

“The moon also goes in phases; can’t I be more of a new-moon sort of guardian? I’m more of a stealth sort of guy.” Obi raised his hands, pretending to creep. The effect was very much ruined by the white sailor shirt and shiny blue shorts.

Luna sighed. “We can talk about the outfit. But listen to me first. Your first quest will be to find your fellow Sailor Guardians. They are the guardians of other celestial bodies and will help you in your ultimate journey.”

Obi was doing his best not to yawn. “Ultimate journey?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled. “You are to find the legendary artifact, the Silver Crystal. With its supreme power—and the combined power of the Sailor Guardians—you will be able to defeat the forces of evil once and for all, and bring balance to the universe.”

“Um…Luna, look, I hear what you’re saying, but I’m really not the saving-the-world type…”

“Which is why you’ll need my training,” Luna continued patiently. “This is your destiny, Obi.”

Obi looked down at his sparkling uniform, unconvinced.

“Okay. So—I just need to find other…Sailor Guardians…and then the Crystal?”

“Yes. So you’ll do it?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No!” Luna clapped her paws. “Also, you’re late for school.”

“Why,” Obi whined, leaping to his feet. “You knew.”

“The more you complain, the later you’ll be!”

Obi prayed to the god of sparkly princess powers to do some very nasty things to Luna as he threw a hoodie over the sailor shirt and skidded out the door. Apparently the ability to run in platforms came free with the new guardianship.

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Obi was grateful that the magic clothes had faded halfway on the way to school, especially since the platforms were hurting his feet. There had been no sign of Luna during the day, and while he hadn’t really been looking, no sign of any Sailor Guardians, either.

Are they going to be classmates or something?

There had been a very tall boy with turquoise hair who’d stared at him for the entirety of second period, but he’d chalked that up to boredom.

There had also been that absolutely enchanting red-haired girl he'd nearly knocked over on his way to school who had accepted his eight apologies with the most adorable smile he'd ever seen, and smelled like flowers, and had the nicest hands, and he needed to get a life.

The pin Luna had given him rested securely in the inside pocket of his hoodie and had stayed cool all day, despite being up against his skin. School was now over and he’d holed up in his favorite tea shop with the massive pile of homework he’d accumulated. Jasmine tea steamed comfortingly in the cup to his right and a massive anpan sat next to it. Obi was reaching for the sweet bun, ready to sink his teeth into it, and then the entire tea shop exploded outward and Obi found himself flailing through the air, surrounded by shards of broken glass. He landed unhurt several feet away from the smoking scene and got to his feet, blinking in shock. There was a gaping hole in the side of the tea shop and despite the commotion no one was running to help, or screaming? In fact, the entirety of the street was empty.

It was then that Obi remembered there was a parade in the town square and they’d blocked off this road. That explained the distinct lack of people on the street when he’d walked over after school. And the cheering, music, and shouting from two streets over. There was no way anyone had heard anything over the celebration.

Obi thought that was weirdly convenient of the universe.

From the wreckage of the shop stepped a beautiful lady with short reddish hair, holding her hands at her sides in a dramatic sort of supervillain pose. She’d been behind the counter about five minutes ago and the more Obi looked at her, the less human she became. The last time he’d checked women didn’t have bulging yellow eyes and lizard-like skin on the daily.

“Moon Guardian,” she hissed, “I am Jadeite. We meet at last.”

Obi shuffled into a weak sort of fighting pose, raising his fists, more confused than anything else. He was okay with fighting as a whole and figured this was a kind of boss fight, since he’d just been declared savior of the universe (or whatever) but he hadn’t expected anything this soon. He hadn’t even had a mastering-his-powers montage yet. Had Luna even mentioned any sort of training?

“Yeah, that’s—me. Unfortunately. You’ve heard of me? I just got the job this morning.”

Jadeite laughed, the sound like dark water over sharp rocks. “You are funny, little guardian.” Then her hands started to glow a menacing green. “Too bad I have to kill you.”

Obi would have laughed if that green energy didn’t look so deadly. The brooch tucked into his jacket began to burn, so he took it out, holding it in his palm. It was also glowing.

“Obi!”

Luna was behind him, perched on a wall.

“What?” Obi held up the brooch. “Is this you?”

“Excuse me,” said Jadeite, dropping her hands a little. “I’m on the clock.”

“You have to transform!” Luna pointed a paw at the brooch.

“Okay, fine. You did it last time. Go ahead.”

“No, it has to be you! You have to yell Moon Prism Power, Makeup! That’s your transformation phrase!”

“Okay, are you serious? How long has it been since you’ve had a male guardian?”

A blast of green energy sang by Obi’s ear, smashing into the wall.

“Moonprismpowermakeup!” Obi screeched.

The brooch hummed, shooting out bursts of white light. Obi felt his feet leave the ground and he began to spin, the way he had in his bedroom earlier that day. But this felt different. More powerful.

It also took about twenty seconds longer.

“I am Handsome Guardian Sailor Moon,” Obi yelled, posed dramatically in the air, hair swirling around his ears.

Jadeite looked a little dumbstruck.

Obi pointed the staff that had magically appeared in his hands at her. “In the name of the Moon,” he intoned, voice echoing, “I will punish you!”

A blast of energy shot from the staff and sent Jadeite spinning backwards about 20 feet, into the rubble of the tea shop. Obi flew after her, laser-focused, and found her smoking body in a heap on top of what used to be the front counter.

He landed, gently, and felt the focus fade from his brain.

“You did it!” Luna leapt atop a turned-over chair, smiling the way cats do. “See? This is your destiny!”

“I guess—I guess so.” Gently, Obi turned the staff over in his hands, examining the moon crest on top of it, the ornate carvings on the handle. He did feel different.

“Seriously, though, I could lose the shorts, I’m getting a wedgie.”

Luna rolled her eyes—then she was pointing behind Obi, screaming something he couldn’t hear because there was a terrible pain in his back and he was skidding across the damaged floor—

Jadeite was a horrible twisted thing, leaning over him, blackened and grinning, hands charging with deadly green—

A single rose hit the floor in front of her feet and stuck.

Jadeite paused, straightened a little, looked up in confusion. Obi, dazed and aching, looked too, towards the entrance of the shop—

Silhouetted in the sunlight stood a lanky figure dressed in a tasteful black suit and flowing cape with red lining. A white mask covered the top half of her face.

She looked utterly calm as she threw another glinting rose, piercing Jadeite in the chest. The monster screamed and collapsed, finally lying still.

Obi blinked, hard.

“What.”

The girl stepped into the rubble, smiling mysteriously at Obi. Her hair was as red as the lining of her cape.

“You did well, Sailor Moon,” she said.

“Um,” Obi muttered intelligently, intoxicated by the sudden scent of flowers. “Who are you?”

“My name is--Tuxedo Mask.” The girl lost a little of her composure when she said the name, like she wasn’t quite used to saying it.

Obi very politely chose not to say no, duh.

“We will meet again.” Lifting her cape, Tuxedo Mask disappeared in a swirl of material.

Obi stared after her.

“Luna, please tell me one of the signs of concussion isn’t seeing pretty girls who throw roses at people.”

“It’s not,” griped Luna, glaring after the girl. “I didn’t like that.”

“Speak for yourself.” It hurt to stand, but Obi managed, despite having to get up on three-inch platforms.

“She can’t be trusted, Obi, weird people who pop in out of nowhere are suspicious!”

“She didn’t seem evil to me. She literally just saved me from being killed.”

“Tuxedo Mask,” mused the cat. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for her.”

“Me too,” said Obi, and he meant it.

____

@snowwhite-andtheknight

[sicknessbysalem]

tw emeto, fever

introducing another new kid, but he’s related to vanessa and willow!

also additional tw for an empty threat of harming an animal (it is empty, it was only used as a motivator) just in case.

“How long are you going to keep knocking so… gently?” Vanessa asked.

They’d been standing outside the door of Willow’s friend and clinical partner, Milan Kovalev-Wang, for a solid thirty minutes.

“He wasn’t there for clinicals today,” Willow told Vanessa, “I just want to check on him.”

“How can you be friends with the guy your boyfriend cheated on you with?” Vanessa asked

“Ex boyfriend,” Willow corrected, “And it was easy, we already had something in common.”

“Right, because everyone wants to have a best friend where the common denominator is a shitty ex,” Vanessa said, “Fine, let’s go.”

Vanessa actually didn’t mind Milan. He was nice enough, and from how he and Willow seemed to act with each other, neither of them knew what Joseph was doing when he did it.

Vanessa still wanted to see Joseph’s head on a stick, for sure, especially after breaking Willow’s heart. But, Milan got a pardon in Vanessa’s book, at least for now.

“Well what do you suggest I do?” Willow said, “I don’t want to be rude I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

“He might not be able to hear you,” Vanessa said, “Wills, you need to be louder.”

“But won’t that bother the neighbors?” Willow asked, “You do it if you’re so certain how to make him answer.”

Vanessa needed no further permission, she knocked hard on the door.

“What’s his middle name?” Vanessa asked

“Nikita,” Willow said, “What are you-“

“Milan Nikita Kovalev-Wang, if you do not open this door I will personally break it down,” Vanessa yelled through the door, “I swear to god if you will not open this door I will personally skin Zvezda and turn his fur into a beanie.”

“Zvezda is just a kitten,“ Willow whined, “Leave him out of this.”

Vanessa held her hand up, pointing to the door.

Sure enough, the lock clicked. The door opened.

Milan leaned against the door frame, hair messy, scrubs wrinkled, and looking half out of it at best.

“You are such a ray of sunshine Vanessa Lillian McAllister,” Milan scoffed, tucking his mouth in his arm as he coughed.

“Well, I would be nicer if you answered your damn door,” Vanessa said, “Where’s my baby?”

“Zvezda is not your baby,” Milan said, allowing both girls in.

Vanessa sat on the floor, and Zvezda came out of his tree, going to Vanessa’s lap immediately.

“Right, forget that I feed you and Vanessa threatens to skin you,” Milan snapped at the cat.

“I threaten you that I will skin him, not him,” Vanessa said, petting Zvezda, “And for the record, that’s only when you make Willow panic.”

“You two are nauseating,” Milan said, groaning and placing his hand on his stomach, “Extra nauseating today.”

Willow rolled her eyes, before standing in front of Milan, carefully feeling his face for fever.

“I was just worried, you didn’t come to clinicals, and you weren’t answering your phone,” Willow said, “Or the door.”

“How long had you been out there?” Milan asked, heading into the kitchen in search of a small cup for water. Anything to make his throat hurt less and mouth taste even a little better.

“Not long,” Willow said, following him, “You should sit, you don’t look good at all Milan…”

“Thirty minutes,” Vanessa answered the question, holding Zvezda like a baby, the cat purring intensely and nestling up against her.

“I’ve been vomiting since like 2:30,” Milan said, “I was either actively getting sick or too exhausted to move off the floor.”

“This morning or-“ Willow started.

“Yesterday afternoon,” Milan said, “Nothing more embarrassing than losing your lunch in front of your supervisor while you’re supposed to be doing vital rounds.”

“Doctor Sanchez is really understanding,” Willow said, “I’m sure he didn’t think any less of you. Speaking of vitals…”

“You want me to tell you or you want to take them?” Milan asked.

“Well, why not both,” Willow said, “Where’s your kit?”

“In my room, on my dresser,” Milan said.

“Ness, my dear,” Willow said, “Can you grab it?”

“Yeah,” Vanessa said, trying to remove Zvezda from her person, where he had since crawled up her sleeve and rested awkwardly in a position that was mostly in her hood but clinging to the sleeve covering her shoulder, claws digging into her sweatshirt, “Zvezda is coming with…”

“Of course he is,” Milan said, turning to Willow, “Heart rate is elevated from dehydration and strain, no rebound tenderness anywhere, bp dipped around 4 this morning but that was after I’d thrown up for a solid… forty minutes with maybe thirty seconds to breathe between rounds.”

“And a fever that feels like it’s right on the borderline of home treatment and hospital treatment.” Willow said, “I’ll check you too, see if there’s anything concerning… well… more concerning.”

Vanessa set the kit on the table before heading back into the living room with Zvezda.

“You know, for an EMT, you sure hate treating people,” Willow teased over her shoulder as she got to work checking Milan’s vitals.

“First of all, license is expired,” Vanessa said, “Second of all, I can’t do much when you’re working on him too. And third, I’m being blessed by a cat being affectionate and you’re just mad.”

“I’m mad you’re not giving me affection, there’s a difference,” Willow answered.

“Did you not hear me when I said you two are nauseating?” Milan said.

“Someone is anti romantic,” Willow said, “What happened to that Leo kid?”

“Nothing good,” Milan said, leaning back.

Willow grabbed the stethoscope, listening to Milan’s heart rate and then hesitating slightly before listening to his stomach.

Milan could feel the nausea in his throat, forcing him to swallow hard and take a deep breath.

“Well, no appendicitis, stomach virus most likely, IJessica had one, Hayley too… me and then Vanessa got it from me,” Willow said.

“And I’m still not happy about it,” Vanessa said, shaking a feather toy for Zvezda, the small bells jingling as Vanessa talked.

Willow rolled her eyes, putting Milan’s stuff on the table, “I’ll disinfect those..”

“I don’t feel good,” Milan said, a sick hiccup jolting his chest.

“Yeah, she just said you had a stomach virus you idiot,” Vanessa said.

“As endearing as your sarcasm is,” Milan started, but his words were lost in a gag, prompting him to cover his mouth.

“Oh, shoot,” Willow sighed, “Come on let’s-“

She went to help him stand. But he’d already darted off as his feet were on the ground.

Milan lurched towards the bathroom, his steps hurried and unsteady. Willow trailed closely behind, her brow furrowed with worry.

Each retch wracked Milan's body, his throat raw and his breaths shallow. Willow swiftly soaked a soft cloth in cool water, tenderly dabbing his clammy forehead. She could feel the tremors coursing through his body, his muscles strained from the relentless assault of sickness.

"Deep breaths, Milan," Willow whispered, trying to ease his distress. "It'll pass. Just try to breathe."

Vanessa peeked around the corner, her eyes reflecting her concern. "Do you need anything?"

Milan shook his head weakly, still clutching the edge of the toilet. "Just... water."

Swiftly, Willow fetched a glass of water and a small bowl, placing them within Milan's shaky reach. She knelt beside him, her touch gentle as she rubbed his back in slow, reassuring circles.

After what seemed like an eternity, the intense spasms of sickness began to relent, leaving Milan drained and utterly spent.

Milan practically collapsed against the wayy, leaning against the cool bathroom tile, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"Maybe you should lie down," Vanessa suggested, her voice tinged with concern.

Willow nodded in agreement. "Let's get you settled in bed. You need to drink and try to rest."

Assisted by Willow and Vanessa, Milan shuffled back to his room, collapsing onto the welcoming softness of his bed with a weary sigh. Willow handed him the glass of water, urging him to take small, soothing sips.

"Rest now," Willow murmured, after Milan seemed to struggle to simply drink some water. She brushed his sweaty curls off his face.

“I’ll be right here, okay?” Willow said.

-

“I don’t mind helping him,” Vanessa said, “But, does he have anyone else? Like in general.”

Willow shook her head, “His dad’s in the military, his mom is a porn star, so neither of them are around a lot. His dad wishes he went to the military too, and his mom is, well, his mom,” Willow said, rubbing the sleeping Milan’s shoulder steadily, a continuous pattern of comfort for her friend.

“And then, I mean Milan is always studying or working,” Willow said, “The only person he might’ve had was Joseph. Before we knew what Joseph was doing to us. And unless Joseph was a real different man than when I was with him…”

“He wouldn’t have been much help either,” Vanessa said, “I remember that much of the little shit.”

“Yeah, so, just me,” Willow said.

A sick growl came from Milan’s stomach, followed by a soft whine.

Willow sighed, continuing to rub his shoulder.

Willow exchanged a worried glance with Vanessa, both understanding the gravity of the situation. Milan lay there, pallid and weakened by the illness coursing through his body. His vulnerability pulled at Willow's heartstrings; she knew she had to do something more to ease his discomfort.

Willow was a med student. And she knew she couldn’t be so emotionally attached in the emergency room, but when it came to her loved ones, it killed her to see them suffer.

Vanessa sighed, “Let's see if we can find something light for him to eat. Either it’ll calm down his stomach or he’ll have something to come up. I’ll check his kitchen."

Willow stayed close to Milan, softly murmuring words of reassurance to him as Vanessa hurried into the kitchen, scanning the cabinets and fridge for anything that might soothe his queasy stomach. Amidst sparse supplies, she managed to unearth a sleeve of crackers.

Returning to the room, Vanessa offered the crackers to Willow. Willow took them, nudging Milan awake.

"Here," Willow said gently, propping Milan up slightly. "Try to eat a little. It might settle your stomach.”

“Or give you something to throw up so your stomach stops sounding like that,” Vanessa shrugged.

Milan weakly reached for a cracker, nibbling at it hesitantly. His stomach gurgled in protest, he could taste water and acid in the back of his throat.

"Good job," Willow encouraged, even though he froze in terms of nibbling the cracker, her voice soft and comforting. "Just take it slow."

Milan felt sick, and hot. He felt like he was boiling. A sure sign of his he most certainly was going to be sick again.

“Willow did you bring over the trash….” Milan started. He felt like he couldn’t move, if he got up now he’d vomit all over the rug in his bedroom, or the hallway.

“Yeah,” Willow nodded, turning and grabbing it, handing it over, going back to brush Milan’s bangs out of his face, “I always forget how curly your hair is…”

Milan wanted to laugh. But instead, his stomach lurched, and the traces of crackers quickly left his stomach, followed by the water. And then, acid and saliva.

Milan coughed, hard, heaving up small traces of bile with an abundance of saliva. Willow didn’t flinch, holding Milan up.

Vanessa started rubbing Milan’s back and also bracing him to make it so Willow wasn’t harboring the whole burden of Milan’s weight.

“Just take it easy,” Willow said, reassuring him, “You’ll be okay…”

[katieraven]

God after that Minho birthday drabble i have to request something happy to heal my heart-

How about when Min comes home after doing his birthday Vlive and such, he brings you cake and yall stay up late eating it, playing with cats and spending time together till the sun comes up 🥹 (are Minho thoughts plauging everyone this week-?)

hiii thank you for the request, i hope you like this!!

warnings: even more tooth-rotting fluff. you guys should be careful and watch out for your teeth.

word count: 900

“Doongie.”

“Doongie, seriously.”

“Doongie, you need to move.”

To nobody’s surprise, she doesn’t. Right now, you’re sitting on the sofa in Minho’s flat. You had about five minutes of alone time until this menace of a cat plopped down in your lap and now you obviously can’t move. She looks at you with her ridiculously pretty eyes stays exactly. Where she is. You had been cleaning before and dealing with three cats while cleaning is … interesting. Soonie could not get over the fact that no, you were not in this room to cuddle her, Dori just followed the Swiffer around wherever you moved it, batting at it with the biggest, most mischievous eyes you had ever seen on a cat, and Doongie, well. Doongie usually keeps to herself. One might interpret it as disinterest, but you like to believe that she’s watching. 

And the most obvious piece of evidence for you little thesis is that she waited for the exact moment you let yourself take a break, only to strut over and chose your lap as her resting place for the foreseeable future. And you’re exhausted. And have a cat in your lap. A cat that usually doesn’t particularly love cuddles – at least doesn’t seek them out actively. You get the feeling that while Dori and Soonie genuinely enjoy being around humans, Doongie sees herself as lady of the house, the rest of you rather as roommates at best – servants at worst. At least that’s what you were told. 

When you first came over to Minho’s, Doongie watched you for about two hours from a safe distance while you were entirely preoccupied with the chaos that is a nervous Minho, a hyperactive Dori and a cuddly Soonie. But then she came over and you saw Minho’s eyes widen to an extent you had never seen before, because Doongie just rolled up in your lap and started purring.

“She … doesn’t do that”, he had explained his dumbfounded reaction. “She doesn’t usually like people. Especially new people.” Then he had stared at you. “My cat likes you.”

Very few other sentences had ever made you as happy.

**

You startle when the door falls closed. Immediately, Doongie opens her eyes and stares at you judgementally for moving too quickly, before elegantly sauntering off your lap and off over the couch. You yawn, stretch, and then find a tired but very amused looking Minho right in front of you. Suddenly you’re very awake. 

“Min! It’s so late!”, you panic, “I wanted to bake you a cake and I completely forgot I’m so sorry I just – I sat down for a second and then Doongie came over and I didn’t want to move and then I just –“

He chuckles, before putting a finger to your mouth.

“Shh, it’s fine, Jagi.” 

You get up with a pout, disappointed in yourself. 

“Thank you for cleaning”, he adds when he notices your disgruntled face. 

“You noticed?”, you ask in a tiny voice, and wrap one hand around his wrist. He tsks.

“Of course, I noticed. Who do you take me for? Now stop pouting, I brought cake with me.”

You’re instantly feeling guilty again and start whining, but he turns around with a stern impression on his face. 

“It’s not like I baked it. Or bought it. It’s from the live, remember?” 

Oh. Right. That you can deal with, you suppose.

The cake is cute, as they always are, and it’s pretty delicious as well. Of course every cake is delicious when you have three cats piled on and around the two of you, sitting on the floor in front of the TV and watching some ridiculous variety show that none of you really pay attention to. Minho finished his cake a while ago and is slowly drawing circles on your back with his left hand while petting Soonie with his right. Every so often he leans over to kiss you on the cheek. Whenever you look over to him, you can see the corner of his mouth quirk up and his eyes crinkle with the smile that’s ghosting over his face. 

You spend the better part of the evening like this, until it’s almost midnight and you have to shoo Doongie off your lap again. She’s not amused, but you have grown to accept that about her – she rarely is. And she keeps coming back. You get up and offer your hand to Minho who immediately takes it, only to then fully arrive in the situation.

“Why are we getting up?”, he asks, switching off the TV. You smile at the fact that he follows you first and asks questions later – it’s moments like these that make you realise just how smitten you are.

“Just trust me”, you hum, and lead him up the stairs over to the large window in the bedroom. It leads to a balcony – a very tiny one, but it will suffice for what you’ve planned. You gently push him onto the balcony, “I’ll be right back okay?”, and walk over to the bedside table where you made preparations earlier.

When you return, Minho sees the sparklers in your hands and his eyes widen. His mouth falls open in this cute, tiny o-shape that you adore so much, and you can’t help but boop his nose. His face instantly crinkles into such a grumpy face that you just have to laugh. You know he’s not actually angry, his eyes still have that mischievous sparkle, not unlike Dori – now that you think about it.

You light the sparklers and watch their reflections in Minho’s eyes, who looks so happy that you don’t even feel guilty for not baking him a cake anymore – he doesn’t mind. His happiness is all the proof that you need.

[braz3nbabe]

her toes dipping into the mirror that is water, escaping my eyesight with every inch of her body that she intertwined her shape in, slowly disappearing before my eyes.

The ripples of the water are enchanting and with the last bit of her hair sinking under she disappeared, I clutched onto the gate as I watched longingly to go in that water with her, nails gripping the rust as if it would melt away and unlock.

I looked up at the sky for an answer only to feel as if the ground below me was ripped away and I fell downwards to the hard cold dirt as the wind tickled the hairs on the back of my neck, I jolted and in the quick movement I jolted awake,

“Night terrors again” I muttered to myself annoyed, as painfully obvious I was upset to have been awoken without seeing this woman’s face, only a silhouette , I couldn’t even get a full pan view of where I was at.

Utterly ridiculous I thought to myself, this was the 7th time this week since I’ve moved in. I moved across countries pinpointing an exact location to build my cabin by the lake, a beautiful two story dark oak cabin, covered in moss and trees surrounding like an enclosure, fairy lights and flower petals adorned my home, as I got up my toes touched the cold floor curling up into itself at the feeling, but alas I must get up, I slipped on my slippers and robe as I shuffled over to the window.

Fog had flowed gently over the lake outside my home, alone I was in this forest with my little lake and my cat, that sat on the hedges of the window inside with me, it had came from nowhere when I homed it, a baby cat I remember from my old apartment way back where I used to live, just a baby sitting next to my unit, I couldn’t bare to see it lay alone crying, I picked it up and slowly I watched it grow even now, my sweet Salem has yet to have grown fully, still a big baby in my eyes, Salem purred at me, the same routine, Salem whines I pick them up and coddle them as I make my way downstairs.

I shuffled downstairs, Salem in arms being cradled, I set them down to grab a match and light the fireplace, it was getting chilly in my home and the last thing I’d need was a cold but there was one teeny tiny problem.

“Ugh just the way to start the morning, no wood” I used the last bit of my wonderful maple firewood, I was making a mental game show in my head of if I should or if I shouldn’t just go out and get my firewood, after all I’d need it especially with the cold front coming through, earlier on this week the town blacksmith after welcoming me had told me how cold it gets and when cold fronts come through even the locals prepare which was very daunting to me, if not even a local who’s been here for years can stand the winter without a big amount of prep, how could I?

I was about to end the gameshow with a humorous ‘I shouldn’t’ until I made eye contact with Salem and as if they already knew what I was thinking they made such a “go and do it already” face that I just sighed and trudged forward to go out, grab my coat and get to preparing.

I put on my dark green sweater, a brown leather coat with fuzzy interlining, I put on some dark brown pants and some slip on black boots steel toed boots to be exact, I made my way to the mirror and splashed my face with water, I shoved my face into the nearest towel I could get my hands on, obviously not thinking things through.

I jotted downstairs, petted Salem goodbye and made my way out the door, my backpack strapped on and I was ready for action, I made my way down the Stoney path that led to town my ears filled with the song of birds caws, whistling trees, and rushing water nearby. As I neared the snowy village I could see lights on through windows? People busy shuffling through the streets, some with coffees and others chatting amongst themselves, I made my way over to the blacksmith.

“So I reckon you have felt the utter dismay of our towns cold and now you need to prep?” The blacksmith said with a smug smile, as if he read my mind I hug my head low and chuckled out a yes, this was sinead, Siena’s was the town blacksmith he was a peculiar fellow but nonetheless he was a delight to know no matter what, he patted me on the back and led me into his workshop where a pile of maple firewood layed, “ I had this bundle set out just for you, I knew you’d be back” he said belting a big laugh as he held his belly, his red hair and beard ripping up and down with his laughs, he had his beard braided and banded together with an iron band as well as his mustache, bearded down and encircled with a silver one, he was an interesting man, he came from Ireland, almost looking like a textbook version, he patted my back as I handed him a crisp 50 dollar bill, he went off to his register to go get my change laughing all the way to and back to me, handing me what was left. I picked up the firewood and slid it into a basket he had next to it with my name etched into it, “Sinead! I need some help” a woman called out he made his way over following the voice and their chatting slowly faded out as I made my way away from his shop and further down the village I stopped at the market and stocked up, my basket overflowing with vegetables and meat that I had to put some in my backpack to lift it off the ground, as I made my way out of the villlage stopping once in a while to chat with what I like to call ‘very distant neighbors’ they’re the closest thing I have to them, being half a mile away they might as well be. I stopped in the coffe shop just on the outskirts of town on my path home, I sat down exhausted from the days work of prep, as I drank my coffee, I saw the outside start to dim, letting me know I needed to make it to my house quickly, I left my change on the table to pay for my drink, said goodbye, grabbed my things and made my way quickly up the path. As I turned an hour walk into thirty I opened the door and shoved my way inside with my basket and bag, closing the door quickly and locking it as the moon began to make its entrance into the sky, I loved the moon but there were things that loved it more then I did, for other reasons.

You may be wondering as to why I made it such a thing to be home before nightfall and to answer your question, it’s because of the horrific stories that the locals have but that’s for chapter two.

[moemoemammon]

im so sorry i dont know how to format this but could i request hcs of mc walking into one of the brothers rooms in the middle of the night and being like “um i had a nightmare.. can i stay with you”🧍if not its okay though!! :]

I Had a Nightmare...

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer always keeps his door locked when he's asleep, so you took a gamble in choosing to come to him for your post-nightmare comfort. Luckily, the eldest is a night owl so he's awake.

He looks up when you enter his bedroom, currently sitting on his bed and reading a book. He's about to scold you when he sees the face you're making.

You don't even have to tell him something's wrong, because he can tell. He sets his book aside and gestures to the empty side of his bed.

Once you climb in, Lucifer shifts slightly, just so your arm is pressed against his own. It's like an invitation for you to lean in if you want, and should you choose to, he'll wrap you in his arms and carefully rub your back.

"A nightmare, hm? It's interesting to think that there are things that can scare you, considering where you are right now. But there's nothing for you to be afraid of. After all, I have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you, so long as I live."

Mammon

Mammon startles awake the moment you enter his room, nearly toppling out of his bed in the process. Grrr, he could've seriously gotten hurt! What're you trying to pull, suddenly barging into his room like th-

Oh. Oh.... He takes one look at your face and all that anger of his fizzles out into nothing. He's a little self conscious being shirtless and all, so he awkwardly tugs on a tshirt that's been tossed to the floor, and makes his way over to you

What happened? Did someone do something?? Ah.. a nightmare, huh? Mammon's big brother instincts are taking over, and he's pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing out all your worries.

And when he's finished, he ruffles your hair and gestures to his bed. A human like you still needs to get their rest, so you should try to sleep some more. But if you really can't, he's not against the idea of the two of you bundling up and watching a movie or something.

"You're like a little kid, ya know? But don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna chase away those bad dreams o' yours, no problem! ...Hah? Whatdya mean 'that's cheesy'?? I'm being serious here!"

Levi

Levi's definitely awake when you enter his room, but he doesn't notice you. His computer monitor has his undivided attention, and his headphone are drowning out the sound of your entry.

So it takes you tapping his shoulder for him to react, and boy does he react. Levi nearly has a heart attack and only calms down when he realizes it's only you. Did you come to play games? You should've texted him and he’d set everything up! But wait... that's not it?

You had a nightmare and of all the places you could go, you came to HIM?? Levi's having a hard time pushing down the grin on his face, but he collects himself for your sake. Now's no time to be feeling giddy when his best friend is in need!

He might not be great at comforting people, but he knows what helps him when he has nightmares. So he wraps you up in a blanket and pulls up a chair for you to use so you can watch him game. This is better than thinking about that other stuff, right?

"I'll turn down the screen brightness, and- UWAH! W-wait! Um... no, it's fine. I don't mind if you lean against me like that. You're tired, so it's probably more comfortable like that. I'll keep still, okay..?"

Satan

Nightmares aren't something Satan experiences often, being born of rage and the only pure demon in the house. He reads enough horror novels that he's practically become immune to anything scary.

But that doesn't mean he never has bad dreams, so when you come into his room to tell him about yours, his expression softens up. You caught him in the middle of reading, but you're more important than any silly book.

Satan gives you that warm look he reserves only for you (and cats), and gestures for you to come closer. He's got the second comfiest bed in the house, the first being Belphie's. Topped with warm quilts and plenty of pillows to support him as he reads, you're wrapped up in warm comfort once you join him.

Especially when he wraps an arm around you, giving you a curious look. He can be a little too curious at times, so he immediately asks what your nightmare was about.

"If you're interested, I have a guidebook for dream interpretations. I could try to find out the root of your worries, or... you could spend the night here instead? I wouldn't mind having you by my side until morning."

Asmo

Asmo is VERY invested in his beauty sleep. Even a slight deviation in his schedule could be disastrous for his complexion! His brothers know better than to disturb him lest they feel like dying, but you? You're the only exception... Lucky, huh? ❤️

When you touch him, he barely stirs. It takes a couple of shakes to get him to wake up, and then he's whining and grumbling until he realizes who's there. How could he be upset when he gets to wake up to your gorgeous face?

But right now.. your expression isn't bright and sunny at all. You look distressed, and he soon learns it because a pesky nightmare has been harassing you all night. He couldn't be happier that you chose HIM of all people for your comfort!

While there are many things he could do to help you forget about your bad dream, he opts for carefully guiding you into his bed, cooing sweet nothings until he's got you in his arms. You're enveloped in the smell of his sweet body lotion while he presses kiss after gentle kiss across your temple and down the bridge of your nose.

"There there, love. To think a nightmare has put you in such a state.. It's unforgivable! I'll get rid of all those worries so you can spend the rest of the night dreaming about my beauty! Or... about you and I. Wouldn't that be the perfect dream?"

Beel

Beel sleeps almost as soundly as Belphie does, and his monstrously loud snoring drowns out most sound, including your quiet knocking on his bedroom door.

But when you come in and tug on his sleeve, Beel's eyes blink open and he lets out a confused grunt, letting his eyes focus on the darkness around him. Where did that mountain of rainbow pizza go?? He wasn't even halfway done, and- Oh. MC.

You had a nightmare?? Beel stands up immediately and wears a look of worry, pulling you into a gentle hug. You look like you need one.

He's not the best when it comes to comforting words, but he can just show you how he feels. That's good too, isn't it? Maybe if he hugs you for long enough, you won't remember your nightmare.

"Do you want to take my bed? I'll sleep on the sofa, so- ah. Together? ...That's fine, too. I'll hold you close, so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Belphie

The heaviest sleeper in the entire Devildom, it's a literal miracle that you managed to wake him up. Still, he's only half awake, and staring blankly at you while you explain why you're there.

A nightmare, huh? He's had plenty of those. If that's all it is, then just climb into bed with him. Belphie lazily pulls back his blankets and opens his arms for you, gesturing expectantly.

And once you're nice and cozy, he pulls you even closer until the gap between you is closed, and all you can feel is his warmth. He buries his face into your neck, tickling your skin with his breath.

His slow, heavy breathing makes you wonder if he's fallen back to sleep just like that, but he gives your side a reassuring squeeze and lets his eyes open slightly to look into yours.

"Must've been pretty scary if you came all the way here. No matter how many bad dreams you have, I'll be right here when you wake up. It feels better to wake up in my arms, doesn't it?"

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

I love reading your Percy Jackson smut! If you are off of your hiatus, I would like to request a Percy smut where you are a daughter of Venus and flirting with Percy while fighting and having hate-sex after? Please and thank you.

pairing: percy jackson (18+) x fem!reader (daughter of venus!reader)

warnings: smut → oral (fem receiving), teasing - lots of teasing!, spanking, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k - might've gotten carried away with this one lol

a/n: I've set this at camp half-blood (but they're 18+) if that's okay!

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requests for the sleepover are open🖤!

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"what's the matter, Perseus? Cat got your tongue?" You tease, swinging your sword toward his side.

"ha-ha. funny," he rolls his eyes. It was only last week when a stray cat managed to get through the sealed protection of the camp and attacked percy when he tried to pat it. "I suppose that's better than being defeated by Mr. D," he snickers back, cocking up an eyebrow in amusement.

With all your might, you swung your sword at his legs, completely wiping him off his feet with a big thud.

"See, if only you had that energy when you fought him," percy chuckles as you roll your eyes, refusing to respond to his stupid comments. "ah I see. Looks like the cat got your tongue."

By dinner, you sat at your respective table while percy sat at his. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time. Every fibre in your being fought the urge to tackle him on the ground and throw a few punches at his stupid seaweed head, but you managed to chew down your dinner and stay in your seat.

By lights out, a small knock is placed on your door. Thinking it might be Mr. D or Chiron, you answer it with a smile on yourself, only to have it wiped straight off when you saw percy standing before you.

"what?" you practically spat.

"though you might want this," he hands you your sword which you left at the training grounds.

"What, are you so desperate to see me, you had to give this to me now?" you arch an eyebrow at him.

"nah, just thought I'd give it back so you're at least ready when i beat your ass in training again tomorrow."

"okay, well then bye." You try to close the door, but his foot wedged itself between it. A moment passes by of just you and him staring immensely at each other. Without thinking, he leans in and kisses you on your soft lips. You're surprised to say the least. Percy Jackson, the boy you despised since day 1, is kissing you. Gods, he's a good kisser too.

"perseus jackson if you don't step in here right now, I will-" you mumble against his lips, only to be cut off as he kisses you harder, pushing into your cabin. Being the only child Venus's still left at Camp Half-Blood, you didn't have to worry about anyone else being in the cabin in a moment like this.

Percy backs you towards your bed, your knees bucking when you hit the bed-frame. Holding him tight, you bring him down with you - neither of you stopping the attack on each other's lips.

"you know i hate you right?" percy mumbles, trailing his kisses down your jaw to your neck, nibbling softly at your mellow and heated skin.

"right back at you," you breathe, tangling your fingers through his hair, not wanting him to stop - not wanting him to ever stop. "just can't stand you. 'Hero of the camp', just give me a break already."

percy chuckles against your neck, his fingers toying with the hem of your sweatpants. Desperately, you buck your knock against his, gasping quietly as his hand slips inside the fabric of your underwear.

"and here i though you'd never be wet for me, but here we are," Percy's ego is thick in his voice. His fingers graze along your folds, eyes boring into you while he watches your ever move. He wants to to succumb to him, to be at his mercy. You wanted him, you knew that very well - but were you willing to give up to submission that easily?

Percy's finger draws the sweetest figure 8's on your clit, you bottom lip drawing into your teeth to suppress a moan. You hadn't even realised how far your legs had spread. How your hips moved along with his movements.

"that's it, darling. Just relax for me, yeah. I've got you," he coos, kissing your lips gently before pulling his hand out. Unconsciously, you let out a whine. Lifting your shirt over your head, percy kisses each breast before trailing down to your stomach, over your hips and to the waistband of your sweatpants. He pulls at them, looking up at you as he drags them down your legs.

"are you finished with the teasing, or shall i just kick you out and get myself off?" you roll your eyes at his cockiness.

"but you know your hand will never be as good as me." And with that, his tongue licks a stripe up your folds, flicking fast at your clit. Your hands tangle in his hair, and the sweetest sounding moans slip from you.

His tongue feels so good. His mouth feels so good. So good, it makes you want to-

"ah ah, no cumming, gorgeous girl," percy sits back on his knees. His hair is completely dishevelled and you swear he's never looked this good. With a huff, you fold your arms over your chest. If you weren't even allowed to cum, then what was the point of letting him in you cabin?

Percy chuckles at your childish attitude, he circles his finger around, signalling for you to get on all fours. With another huff, accompanied by a roll of your eyes, you turn around. Behind you, you hear percy undressing himself, and you can't help but turn to look at him. But really look at him. You eyes almost melt in awe from how gorgeous he is. All your time spent here, aside from actually training and going on quests, was spent hating percy. Not once have you ever really appreciated him - especially the way he looks. He's quite handsome, actually: sea green eyes, jet black hair, captivating body.

"enjoy the view a bit much there, hey?" percy chuckles as he catches your eye.

"nope. just wanting for you to hurry up," of course you weren't going to admit that you were most definitely checking him out. he'd never let you live it down.

His hands caress your hips, his stomach pressing against your back as he leans over.

"ready?" he purrs in your ear, causing you to let out a moan. Slowly, he pushes in, both of you gasping from the pleasure. He doesn't wait long before thrusting harder into you, wanting you to moan louder for him to give you more.

And that you did. You moan, and moan, and moan. Each thrust feels so good, his cock hit all the right places. He speeds up, holding your hips harder, enjoying the sounds of your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"fuck, oh my -" you cut yourself by a yelp as Percy's hand slaps your ass hard. He slaps again, and again. A smirk plastering on his face when he sees the visible marks of his hands. He knows you like it - the way your hand twists so tightly in the sheets, yelping and almost squealing in pleasure.

Your arms give out, and you gently lay your front on the mattress. Percy stops his movements, hands caressing and kneading your ass.

"percy?" you call out, too fucked out to really look at him. He chuckles in response, not daring to move. With a roll of your eyes, you lift yourself back up again, rocking your hips against his.

"that's it. such a good girl for me," percy praises, leaning over and pushing your hair to the side to kiss the side of your neck. "who's the desperate one now?"