#they be bonking heads and giggling against each others mouths

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

Owner: ♡ BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ♡ JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ♡ HQ - Ukai Hyena: ♡ BNHA- Shigaraki ♡ JJK- Mahito ♡ HQ - Tendou Wolf: ♡ BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ♡ JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ♡ HQ - Sakusa Fox: ♡ BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ♡ JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ♡ BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ♡ JJK - Geto & Gojo ♡ HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ♡ BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ♡ JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ♡ HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[merbear25]

Having a spicy dream about you

You'd crept your way into their minds when they were at their most vulnerable―sound asleep. Your captivating nature seduced them in their dreams, leaving their bodies susceptible to the aftermath in reality.

CW: SFW but very suggestive (wet dreams), gn!reader

Monster trio

Luffy: indulging in a celebratory feast, he imagined you there by his side sharing laughs and fun stories with everyone. Having an abundance of food splayed out for you, stuffing his face with whatever he grabbed, your hand got caught in the crossfire. Nearly shoving your hand into his mouth, the bonk you gave him on the head snapped him out of it. The short fit of bickering that followed somehow morphed the scenery to only the two of you; everyone else was gone and you two were starting to lightly poke at each other’s sides, which led to tickling and eventually had him fully on top of you.

Clanking from the kitchen broke his spell and the seductive aroma of breakfast fully got his attention. Marching into the kitchen with his belly empty and his smile full, his grin was turned upside down when his eyes fell on you. Bits from his dream were hazy, yet those parts at the end with you were the most prominent.

When you greeted him, he simply stared at you, trying to force those remnants of you deep into the crevices of his mind. Taking his seat, you were rightfully confused and taken aback by his coldness but decided to drop it. In doing so, you never found out what his deal was, but even if you had grilled him, he would’ve taken it to his grave.

Zoro: Giving each swing his all against each foe that threw themselves at him, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Failing to live up to their reputation, the clan cowered, but that was until their leader, who’d scurried off earlier, came back with you in chains. Trying to get the upper hand, they’d sealed their fate, for the wielded blades came crashing down on the empire they’d been building. With you having been terrified for your life, you wanted nothing more than to thank your hero. He was feeling particularly self-indulgent and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasures you were so willing to give.

Seconds before the dream progressed, a large wave crashing against the side of the ship jolted him awake. Wide-eyed at the lude subcontext, he couldn’t do much for a moment other than blink. Shaking off the thoughts of where the dream was heading, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. The sun was blinding, so he didn’t notice you approaching him.

“Hm?” He glared at your muffled yapping.

“I said your back’s all wet!” You laughed off his rigidness, since he looked rather silly sitting with a grumpy face and soaked in sea water.

Brushing off your giggles, he avoided eye contact. He didn’t want to be reminded of how he’d pictured you in his dream. You could expect the rest of the day to play out like this: minimal, mostly one-sided, conversations. He had no intention of telling you about his dream and would rather shove it away, so as not to die of embarrassment.

Sanji: The sea breeze had just picked up as the setting sunlight casted upon your face—your beauty only rivaled by the gods. You'd just pulled out of a steamy kiss, your taste still lingering on his lips. Looking deep into each other's eyes, you motioned your head lower. Vision blurring from your generosity, a loud crash from the kitchen rudely awoke him.

Jolting awake, he was still in a daze. Shouting came from the kitchen, making him roll his eyes at the assumption that Luffy had something to do with the commotion. Peering down, a wet patch had started seeping on the covers. Throwing on the first pair of pants he saw, he waited for the redness in his face to subside before venturing outside his room.

If it were any other day, he’d be thrilled to see your lovely face. You were still as gorgeous as ever, although it was torment to gaze at you with such thoughts of ‘if only’ still stampeding through his fantasies. Feeling as if he’d brought shame to you, he wasn’t the most talkative the first half of the day. When you asked what was wrong, he may or may not tell you…depending solely on how you approached this situation.

[angelicblondie]

late nights

bf!luke x angel!reader ೀ⋆⑅˚

after spending almost every day with luke for years, some might think by now you'd be sick of each other. whether it was training, bonfires, swimming in the lake, hikes - you two were inseparable, even before you started dating.

so when people ask you if your tired of being around luke, you jokingly respond yes, but in truth, you could never be.

like in moments such as the present, where the lights are off in the hermes cabin and you and luke are under his sheets, kissing - which you had been doing for the last hour.

just as much as you could never get sick of luke, you could never get sick of his kisses.

even though as head of cabin luke had the biggest bed just like you, it was still considered small - the only real feat being it was not a bunk like the others. this causes you two to be pushed close, feeling the warmth of the others body, almost being able to hear their heartbeat.

this wasnt the first time you had snuck into lukes bed, and it certainly wouldnt be the last. underneath his sheets, it was much darker then it was in the actual room - causing you two to occasionally bonk heads or miss lips, ending up in hushed laughs and murmured curses.

your hands trailed his body, slithering up his shirt and gripping onto his biceps. his did the same, squeezing your waist to pull you closer and grabbing your ass (which he couldn't do without smirking into your lips). something about being in complete darkness due to the blankets, hidden from the rest of his siblings, made it easier for the the two of you to raunchily connect, but it was still just as exciting.

your hands cup his jaw before sliding up to his hair, threading you fingers through the strands and balling it up in your fist, gripping it lightly, yet still firmly.

luke quietly groans against your lips before pulling you even closer, messily moving his affection down you neck, sucking and licking every crevice he could feel. the feeling of his sloppy yet affectionate kisses had you biting your lip, pulling harder on his raven, curly hair.

you suddenly feel the light thwack of a pillow against your blanketed body, and lukes lips pausing their attack.

"keep it pg in there, lovebirds," the mumbled voice of a tired chris comes out, and the chuckle of travis stoll, since they were the only two who were still awake.

you don't need to be able to see to know that luke had rolled his eyes.

"alright, pipe down rodriguez," luke replies with light annoyance, but also with amusement. you giggle and bit, sitting up a smidge so that the light of the moon shining through the windows peaks into yours and lukes self made "fort" (if you could even call it that). you bend down and place a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling away, pushing the blankets off of both your heads. luke doesn't make a noise, but he internally groans and closes his eyes in defeat, obviously displeased by the interruption. in response, you bite your lip to hold back a blinding smile, then shove his shoulder lightly.

"you're a dork," you mouth to him with a soft smile.

he pushes himself up so your face to face, and up close you could see his moon lit eyes held a gleam of mischief, fitting for the son of hermes.

"m'your dork though, angel." he whispers, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you waist to pull you down against the mattress, backing into the blankets, and straight to a peaceful, dreamless, sleep.

[bimobuddy]

Three Taps (tadc)

SFW tickle fic

Lee!Jax, Ler!Ragatha (platonic)

It gets a little angsty near the end, sorry, but it's not too bad

Summary: Jax and Ragatha have worked out a system for Jax to subtly ask for tickles since he's too stubborn and shy to just outright ask.

Jax's yellow eyes flicked from one side of the room to the other as he grinned and approached Ragatha. He popped up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder once. "Oh hey, Dolly, thought you might wanna know something," a second tap to the shoulder, "I maaaay or may not have slipped a spider into your room and now it's loose in there somewhere."

After the third tap to her shoulder, he took off running down the hall toward her room. Ragatha, playing along, chased after him. "Jax!"

Over the years of living in this hellscape together, Ragatha had learned two things about their youngest member.

One: Jax was ticklish as hell, and he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it. He never admitted this of course, Ragatha only found out due to her usually using it to get back at him for his pranks, yet he never stopped doing them. In fact, they only seemed to increase. What really confirmed it was when he had pranked her, and then stood there for a moment waiting for her to start chasing him.

Two: He was stubborn about it. He could not bring himself to just ask. Even after Ragatha had confronted him about it, he would not admit to it. So she finally went, "Fine. But instead of throwing a bowling ball at my head, next time just tap my shoulder three times, and I'll give ya what you want, without judgement."

And so that's what they've done ever since.

Ragatha chased Jax into her room and slammed the door behind herself. She gave the younger a playful look. "A spider? Really? You didn't have to come up with a story, Jax, just the taps are fine, I still got the hint."

"Who said I made it up?" He asked, fishing out a spider from his pocket with a shit-eating grin. Ragatha yelped and slapped it out if his hand and watched as it slipped under the door, out of the room.

"Oh you want it bad this time don't you?" She narrowed her eye at him. This caused his ears to fold down as he backed up a little. "What, no I don't- shut the [bonk] up."

Ragatha rushed forward and pushed him onto the floor, wrestling with him a little to keep him down. Another thing he always did was 'fight' back, yet inevitably let himself loose. And when he did, she wasted no time in targeting the spaces under his arms that were left uncovered by his overalls.

Jax tossed his head back with a giggly yelp, clamping his arms down. "Rahahag-!" He cut himself off with a snort as she started to scritch. He tried to curl up on his side, but when he realized he couldn't, he let his head toss back as his feet drummed against the floor frantically.

"Oh Mr. Funny-Bunny, you think you're sooo hilarious-" "I ahaham!" "You're not, but I'll give you a reason to laugh."

Ragatha pulled her hands out from under his arms and dug into the sides of his belly. Jax shrieked started pushing at her hands, kicking even harder. "RAHAHA! RA- HAHA DOLLY PLEHEASE SOHOMEWHERE EHELSE-" As soon as the words left his mouth, his face heated up, realizing they were basically a verbal confession that he didn't want it to stop.

Ragatha grinned. "Oh somewhere else? You want me to move tickle spots? I'll let you choose where then." She lifted her hands. "Ears or feet, Bunny."

Jax groaned. Both were pretty bad.. But he didn't want her touching his feet at the moment. "Ugh.. Ears." Ragatha reached up and gently took hold of one of his long purple ears. It twitched the moment she held it, and when she rubbed a thumb against it, she heard Jax immediately break into soft giggles. She would have 'awwed' had it not been Jax, their resident bastard.

She took an ear in each hand and gently rubbed them, watching at how Jax covered his face and scrunched his shoulders up, giggling like a little kid. She suddenly remembered just how young he was. 22. He had barely gotten to be an adult before he was sucked into this hellscape of a world and had adulthood ripped away from him. No wonder he enjoyed this, it was probably the only close physical affection he got here.

Ragatha heard him hiccup and decided to let him rest a bit. She stopped tickling him and squished his cheeks to plant a kiss on his forehead before she was pushed away.

"Gross don't kiss me. What was that for?" He huffed, looking up at her. She smiled. "Don't worry about it. Wanna sleep in here tonight? I can probably get Zooble and Gangle in here for a sleepover."

Jax tilted his head and shrugged. "Eh sure, why not?"

"But you have to be nice to them."

"I don't think I will."

[giggly-squiggily]

okay prompt. uhh tokyo revengers

okay mitsuya brainrot so let’s see if i can come up with something ummm

he’s trying to do something, like sew or embroider or read or whatever. draken and mikey are screwing around and being loud and mitsuya gets a wee bit annoyed (very rare, he’s so Chill) and is like ARE YOU FIVE and draken and mikey are like, sassy mitsuya???? so they start poking him and annoying him on purpose and it turns into them just tickling him so he stops pouting lmao

as per usual, just delete if you aren’t feeling it!! <3

I blame @ticklish-n-stuff and @duckymcdoorknob (lovingly) for this- their Tokyo Revengers love has infected me and made me wanna rewatch/finish the show kjakjrekjarjkejkr I adore Mitsuya- this is so much fun! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

“Say that again, shrimp- I dare you!”

“Ooo, that’s so scary coming from the BFG!”

“You wanna die today, Mikey?”

Mitsuya felt his eye twitch, the pattern of his latest project seeming to blur with each exchange going on around him. He was never going to get this done!

“Balk, balk balk! Mother Ken is angry!” Mikey made chicken noises, crossing his eyes and flapping his arms before taking off running, Draken in toe. The room wasn’t that small, but somehow these two managed to make it feel smaller. Pillows flew, a notebook Mitsuya forgot he even had gone soaring high, along with a handful of pens Mikey attempted to throw like ninja stars.

When a spar pin cushion bonked him in the head- thankfully lacking any pins in it- Mitsuya had enough.

“Are you two FIVE?” He snapped, twisting in his seat to glare. Mikey and Draken were in a sort of crouch, the bigger of the two’s hand around Mikey’s ponytail and said boy’s hand pulling Draken down by the side of his mouth. Both blinked owlishly at him. “Calm your asses down! This isn’t the playpen at a nursery!”

With that, he twisted around in his seat, returning to his project. Silence fell upon the room following it, something charged in the air. For a brief moment, Mitsuya wondered if he went too far.

A poke to the ribs told him otherwise.

“Oo, someone’s mad.” Mikey cooed, his face unnervingly cheeky. “We pissed off Taka, Kenny!”

“So we did.” Another poke to his other side made him jerk back, leaning away from the devilish look in Draken’s gaze. “Can’t have that, can we?”

“Go away! You two are pissing me off more now!” Mitsuya tried to stay mad, but each prod and poke tapped away at his mood, forcing his arms against his sides as he struggled not to smile. “Stop poking me, I’m working!”

“Oo, he’s working, Kenny! Better stop it now!” Poke poke poke.

“Don’t look at me, Mikey, you’re the one egging him on. Look, he’s getting red!” Poke poke poke.

Mitsuya was slightly flushed, the efforts to not burst into giggles right there proving difficult. “G-Go away! Bo-oth of yo-ou, sta-ahp thaht!”

“Oo, he’s laughing!” The pokes came to a halt. Mitsuya let out a sigh of relief. Behind him, Draken raised an eyebrow to Mikey. The shorter man nodded.

The next thing Mitsuya knew, twenty fingers were attacking his sides.

“AH! Ahehahahahahahha! Nohohohohoho, dohohoohn’t you dahhahahahahre!” Mitsuya squealed, flailing forward before sinking back in his chair, trying to curl up against the vicious attack. “Dohohohohn’t tihihihihihickle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Oo, why not? We’re only wittle five year olds! We don’t listen!” Mikey cooed at him in his best baby voice, snickering when Mitsuya cackled. “I wanna juice box!”

“And some animal crackers.” Draken added, moving his fingers up to the silver blonde’s belly, making him spasm. “Though that just sounds like a normal thing for you, Mikey. Sure you’re not secretly five? You pass for it being that short.”

“You know what, Kenny-”

“Guhuuhuuhuhys pelhahahhahhahahase!” Mitsuya howled, kicking his feet some when Mikey switched to his neck, pressing in all the sensitve spots. “Ahehahahahaha, dohohohohon’t! Iihihihihiihhm gohoohhoohohnna kihihihiihll yoohohohohohohou!”

“Threatening Toman’s leader? How bold.” Draken snickered, squeezing his hips. “You’re lucky we like you, Taka.”

“Yeah! And you make good brownies in a mug. I suppose I can let it slide.” Mikey nodded in agreement, snorting when the taller boy squealed, voice near silent. “Are you still mad?”

“NOHOHOHOOHOHOO!”

“Gonna forgive us?” Draken grinned, squeezing Mitsuya’s knee and making him kick.

“YEHEHEHEHEHS!”

“...Can I still have a juice box?”

“FIIHIHIHNE NOW STAHHHAHAHAP!”

The tickles finally came to an end. Mitsuya groaned through residue giggles as he sank further in his chair, nearly falling out. His vision was slightly blurred, and his body felt both light and exhausted- tingling from the tickles. Above him, Mikey and Draken laughed and cheered, high fiving.

“Jeheherks.” He groaned, shooting his hands out to jab them in the pits. Mikey all but flailed backwards while Draken jerked with a snort. “I hahahte you!”

“No you don’t.” Mikey recovered, ruffling Mitsuya’s hair until he was laughing once more. “So, where’s my juice box?”

“I don’t have any on me.” He confessed, earning a small pout from Mikey. “But I’ll buy you one. We can go down to the convenience store a few blocks from here.

“Whoo-hooo! You hear that Kenny? Juice!” Mikey cheered, already running out the door like a little kid. Draken laughed, standing up and pulling Mitsuya to his feet. 

“He really does act like a child. Heh, you good Taka?” The taller of the two looked around, wincing at the clutter. “Sorry about your room.”

“Don’t worry about it. You two can clean it up when we get back.” The silver haired teen shrugged, smacking Draken on the back as they headed out. “Hey, when I poked you-”

“Want round two?” Draken’s hand squeezed his hip out of nowhere, making the other jump back with a squeak.

“N-Nohoho!”

“That’s what I thought.”

Thanks for reading!

[coolschoolgamer]

Break

Y/N was sitting at her desk in her room on a Saturday night. Her laptop is open, headphones blasting music, doing one of her numerous assignments. Her professors in both courses are giving out makeup work for the ending semester. That's what happens when you double major in college.

It was about ten o'clock at night. She had been up since five in the morning. Her roommate, Maya has just left to go to a party. Jenna was out doing who knows what with her friends. Y/N just knows that she was hanging out with them tonight. They hadn't spoken since she told Jenna that she was starting school work a couple of hours ago.

Y/N pauses her work, finding herself thinking about the beautiful girl. Wondering if Jenna is having fun. Thinking of the possibility that Jenna is laying in her bed watching Netflix like she would do if Y/N was out. Y/N opens her phone to the messages they shared earlier that day. She scrolls up to see the adorable picture Jenna had sent to her with a toothbrush in her mouth.

Laughing quietly to herself she glares at her computer screen. With a yawn she looks over to her puppy, Rocky who she finds to be asleep in his dog bed. Smiling she takes a picture of him before going back to work.

Thirty minutes into her work session Y/N concludes that she needs some food and orders some Chipotle on DoorDash. At one point, she gets lost in writing her essay that she forgets all about the food.

That is until she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"HOLY FUC-"

"Calm down! It's just me!" A familiar voice exclaims, laughing at her.

Y/N startled, spins around to see her girlfriend who is holding a Chipotle bag. She turns back around and quickly looks back at her laptop screen to realize that it is midnight. She grabs her phone and opens Doordash, seeing that the food was delivered about 15 minutes ago.

"Holy shit, Jen. Don't scare me like that!" Y/N said.

She looks back to Jenna who has put the bag down and is close to her again. Jenna stands between her legs and reaches to her ears where her headphones are. She slowly pulls them off before tilting Y/N's head up. Jenna leans in and connects their lips. Slowly, Y/N moves her mouth against Jenna's, she wraps her arms around Jenna's waist. Jenna's hands cradled Y/N's face, as their lips move in sync. They relish the feeling of being in each other's presence. Their lips started to move faster against each other as Jenna straddled Y/N's waist.

Y/N softly bites down on Jenna's bottom lip, a small moan coming from the latter as her lips open slightly. Y/N lets her tongue slip in, moving against Jenna's. A kiss so soft and passionate, showing two sides of what the girls needed from each other. Y/N needs to relieve stress, and Jenna is there no matter what to help. In contrast to the affection and softness, Jenna is craving from her girlfriend.

When they finally pull away due to lack of air, they're smiling at each other. Jenna lets out a giggle as Y/N buries her head into Jenna's neck. Inhaling sharply to take in the light smell of coffee, chocolate, and paper. Y/N peppers her neck with light kisses, trailing her lips up to her jawline, before placing one final kiss on her cheek.

"Miss me?" Jenna teases looking softly at Y/N with a grin.

"You? Never." Y/N bites playfully.

A comfortable silence falls over them before Y/N asks "So... is that my food or did you just happen to get chipotle as well?"

Jenna laughs before answering, leaning over to grab the bag as she does so. "I was coming into the building to surprise you. Layla saw me and said that I must have ordered some food and forgotten it. The receptionist before her said it was on the front table. So I grabbed it, guessing you were still working or asleep." She states before leaving Y/N's lap to sit on her bed.

"And I was right because when I came in and called your name you didn't even hear me. I was thinking about bonking you with the Chipotle Bag." Jenna said.

Y/N pouts at her sinking into her chair. Sulking she turns away and starts eating her bowl, grumbling.

Jenna calls out her name "Awe, don't be mad. C'mere!"

Y/N stops chewing and shakes her head. "I still have work,"

"Y/N L/N, come here now. Please?"

Y/N puts her bowl down before getting up and laying next to Jenna in bed. Jenna pulls Y/N closer to her body, her hand on her head pulling Y/N into her shoulder again. Y/N groans as her body relax, Jenna places a hand in her hair, gently playing with it. Y/N strokes her hip with her thumb, arms wrapped around the bottom half of her torso.

"What did I tell you about overworking, love?" Jenna asked placing a faint kiss on her head.

"Not to do it, 'cause I'll burn out" Y/N mocks Jenna's voice. Jenna just giggles in response.

In retaliation, Y/N attempts to wiggle out of Jenna's arms. Before grumbling and mumbling out, "I had a lot of work," Looking at Jenna before making emphasis "and I'm still not done."

Jenna rolls her eyes, before mimicking her voice "And I don't care."

"Jennnnnnaaaaa!"

Jenna drags out her name as she smiles. "You need to take breaks. There is always tomorrow."

Jenna smirks slightly, sitting up, grabs the TV remote, and turns the L.E.D lights on red.

"Now show me how much you missed me."

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Okay so my ideal cozy day is obviously with Jake. We’re doing a lord of the rings marathon (extended editions OBVIOUSLY). We’re cuddled up on the couch with piles of blankets. It’s an all day affair, so the first movie will be accompanied by coffee and homemade breakfast sandwiches, the second by last nights leftovers for lunch (at which point we break out the popcorn and chocolate candy as well), and then the Chinese food delivery arrives some time during the third movie. And then for dessert we have each other 🥲

that sounds like an absolute dream. I feel like he'd be tapping his fingers along in time to the soundtrack, and unintentionally mouthing along to all his favorite lines, and playfully bonking his head against yours when when you giggle at him-

{what's your ideal cozy watch day? w/your lane}

[gluttonygirls]

Completely shameless below so you’ve been warned.

“This is a really, really awful waste of my company power, you know. Of all the things you could have begged us for, it was this? Sugar, I like you, I’d have given you anything, but this is what you wanted? Not money, not status, just...”

Scoffing as she plopped her rear down on a marshmallow “haybale” as big as she was, the entire thing squashed down as it wobbled about, Maya giggled. It was a funny sight, to see the kitsune dressed in a cowprint bikini like this. The bottoms were stretched out tremendously over her generous hips, the pattern completely clashing with her bright red hair. Reaching over to tear out a chunk of her seat, cramming an entire handful against her mouth, the fox took huffy breaths as she scarfed it down. Groaning as her sticky hand went to her hanging gut, giving it a firm slap, she glanced over towards her friend.

“Don’t you think that asking us to dress up like this is odd?” Maya remarked, dangling the end of a leash in her hand, one that led to your... handcuffs. “I don’t see what barnyard animals and a candyland farm have to do with each other, do you, Muffin?”

“I can see it~”

Chuckling as she brushed by your side, tugging on the leash that led to your collar, you stumbled on your hands and knees after Nue. Dragged between the two girls, Maya’s feet brushing your belly and Nue’s hip knocking against your head, you try to look up. Out of the corner of your eye you catch Nue’s silhoutte, her wide, fat, wobbling backside hanging nearby as she presses herself up against the wall of the candy barn. The pink onesie she had stretched over her outrageous hips, her belly miraculously not splitting it all apart yet. You can see her gut flatten and spread out as she gets closer to the wall, her tubby fingers digging into the chocolate as she tugged herself nearer and nearer to it. 

Biting into the wall, tearing out a chunk of chocolate, the dark haired blob hummed in delight as she swallowed it down. The treat is so dense and heavy you swear you can see Nue’s stomach swell, the pink fabric around her gut stretching and creaking, but still holding.

“But don’t think I’m forgetting anything~” Popping her sausage fingers into her mouth one by one, licking them clean of chocolate, Nue turns back to you with a grin. Setting a hand on her cliffside of a hip, you can just barely make out her devious smile over the curve of her gut.

“It’s not us we made this place for, right? Took a lot of magic and a lot of tech to make a whole barn of candy like this?”

You hear a squish behind you, and watch as Maya the cow licks her lips, her bare belly swelling bigger as she pats it. The marshmallow she was on is gone. 

Seeing your attention waver, Nue the pig leans down over you, snapping the strap of your blue bra, sending your chest slapping against your gut. Burping softly, the two girls snicker.

“But Darling, something is wrong about your fantasy. I’m a cow, Nue, sweetheart that she is, is a pig, but... you wanted to be a whale?” Maya cackles at you, tugging on the ribbons around your handcuffs, lurching your hands out from under you. The only reason that you don’t fall on your face is that your stomach props you up.

“A whale is big. Real big. Really, really, really big. And you’re not. So...” Tugging on your collar as well, forcing you to shuffle forward on your knees as the both pulled you along, you wince as your head bonks something. With Nue grabbing your hair and Maya tipping up your chins, you have a chance to see what’s waiting for you.

A trough, built for a human.

And in unison, you can see them snicker as they start to pour in a blended mix of cream, sorbet, chocolate, vanilla, and whatever they could grab as the both leaned over you, stomachs squashing you down.

“Be a good girl, and eat up~”

[v3lv3tsin]

neon nights: sim jaeyun

| pairing: sim jake x reader

| genre: secret relarionship with an idol

| warning: smut, minors dni

| word count: 1.0k

| stefy's note: i had this scenario in my head ever since i missed this live so i've written it but never posted it, but @eeunoia reminded me of this jake and i couldn't just ignore it, but i needed to feed my delulu ass since it's valentine's day, so enjoy :)

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Sim Jaeyun.

The golden retriever of Enhypen.

Your boyfriend.

Dating Jake was both a blessing and a curse. There were ofte times when you would barely see each other due to his schedule. But he didn't want forget that it was Valentine's Day.

He was getting ready for the weverse live, while you were laying on the bed looking at him as he got dressed up. He wore an ovesized blue & white poli shirt with a pair of black denim jeans. Which were complimentary for his black hair. You would be lying to yourself to not admit that he looked like a full course meal.

You were laying on the bed, on your phone while he was on the sofa talking to the engenes. Dressed in a short black skirt with a white crop top, you made it hard for him not to stare or look over. You looked up from your phone, at him from time to time trying not to stare. He told you before the live that would be taking you out somewhere. Without any details. Just you and him.

Colorful lights from the array of arcade games flood your eyes as you step inside the arcade with Jake. You were the only ones there. Your eyes immediately laid on a stuffed animal in a claw machine.

After many failed attempts, you sulk in the corner of the arcade. Snacking on some chips you had purchased. Suddenly, you felt something bonked on your head. Jake placing the stuffed animal you had wanted on your head.

"You got it." You said smiling while hugging him tight.

"I thought it was only the right thing to do since I spent money already." His voice was soft and quiet but his giggles were loud and playful.

"You really did get it." You say smiling still not believing he actually got it for you.

"I know...I know how much you like these." Jake smiles down at you. "How will you name it?"

"I will name it Jake, since you got it for me." You say smiling.

The two of you have now spent a good three hours at the arcade together. Having a blast as usual playing games, winning prizes and eating too many snacks. The sun has started to slip down on you two, which meant your arcade time was coming to an end. After 10 minutes you found yourselves kissing passionately against a wall, behind the claw machine. The taste of your lips on his were all-consuming. He could only do these for days. But he knew that both of you needed more.

He breaks the kiss to remove your crop top, bra and panties, leaving you on in the skirt. Leaning down to kiss you once again before trailing his lips to down the collumn of your neck. The mix of sweetness and salt of your skin is addicting. The same way it has always been.

His mouth lances on you neck, sucking and licking you, knowing that he will be leavinh a mark. He couldn't help it. The need to mark you as his in any way was so alluring not to do so.

He continues his path down your body, focusing on your breasts next. He takes your nipple into his mouth, giving it the attention it deserves. Your body arches, trying to get closer. Your hand is now gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you. One day he’ll make yoi come this way, but today is not that day. He need more than that. He needed all of you. To be inside of you. To feel our bodies as one. To make you his in every way.

He releases your breast from his mouth reluctantly. His cock is now dripping with his desire for you.

"Jake, please-" The frustration in your voice caused him to smile against your skin.

He resumes his journey, placing soft kisses down your torso. The scent of you arousal calls him home. His mouth waters to taste you there, to bury his face between your thighs and make you scream until your legs shake and you can’t take any more.

When he reaches your sex, he closes his eyes, breathing you in before he takes his first taste.

Her hips raise off the wall the moment his mouth latches on to your clit. You’re as desperate for him as he for you.

He devous you , licking and sucking her until your body is writhing underneath him.

"Jake." You moan his name as your first orgasm hits and you comes against his face. He drinks down every last drop of you. He’ll never get enough of your taste.

"Fuck you’re beautiful." He says, lifting his eyes to meet yours. The satisfied look on your face is enough to make him come.

He gives your clit one last kiss, then give each of your creamy thighs a nibble before making his way back up your body. Another time, he’ll kiss every inch of you, but that will have to wait.

When he reach your mouth, he takes it roughly, unable to control himself. His cock nestles in between your warm folds. The cum that’s leaking from it mixes with your arousal. He tries to keep those thoughts at bay. His willpower is diminishing by the second. But he won’t come until he’s deep inside you.

Slowly a rhythm forms between you two, his cock sliding through your wetness, hitting your clit each time it does. Your little moans try to push him over the edge.

He breaks the kiss, wanting to see you come this time. Your eyes closed, you throw your head back as your body arches off the wall.

"Eyes on me, baby ."You obey his command, opening them and staring into his as the orgasm courses through your body.

"Happy Valentine’s day, baby." He says while kissing me passionately one last time.

"Happy Valentine’s day." You kiss him back while wrapping your hands around his neck.

© V3LV3TSIN ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[pinkydude]

Valentin & Mitch | 411/??

[achoonihaachu]

Hey,

Can I request an mc who like can't see glass.

So they like bonk their head on a window, trying to look at a bird. Or full on walks into a glass door.

Brothers reaction please.

Brothers react to an MC who is Blind to Glass

a/n: i hope i did this request justice! i honestly had a blast just thinking of how the brothers would react and i tried to keep the situations different for each of them! writing casual hcs after heavy angsty stuff is vv fun :))

warnings: a bit of cursing here and there, lesson 16 spoilers for belphie, flirty demons, mentions of a bloody nose, mc gets hurt but not too badly, not proofread </33

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Lucifer:

Now, Lucifer’s had his fair share of memories that revolved around you running into windows or glass doors because you didn’t realize that there was glass. In a way, he found it absolutely endearing but also completely embarrassing because well, you’d do it in public and more often than not, Diavolo would witness you doing it and would burst out in hearty laughter.

He has a video of you accidentally smacking your head against a window during a student council meeting because you thought you saw Lotan swim in the school lake.

Well, you didn’t see Lotan, Belphie said he saw Lotan and well… Belphie sent the video to the family group chat.

When you run into windows and glass doors, he just stares at you incredulously and walks off, without helping you!

The nerve of some men.

Well, there is this beautiful greenhouse in the gardens of the Demon Lord’s Castle that he would frequently take you to.

Diavolo once asked Lucifer to join him for tea there and you decided to tag along and you absolutely loved the place.

Since then, he’d bring you along with him every single time he visited.

Diavolo had renovations done to the place for a few weeks, meaning you weren’t able to hang around the gardens to watch the birds that flew by or the flaming butterflies that’d almost always start fires when they’d land on the leaves.

The time came that the renovations were finally done and to celebrate, Diavolo asked that you and Lucifer join him for afternoon tea.

Lucifer failed to mention to you that Diavolo had gotten the greenhouse ‘s framework re-made completely of indestructible crystal… that was almost completely see through. The old plastic that the greenhouse was actually made of was then replaced with glass.

Everything was basically made of glass… even the door…

You run into the gardens, giggling along the way as you speed past the First born and the crown Prince. The pair watched in amusement as you waved at the small group of birds that called the gardens their home (Barbatos was supposed to deal with the flock but after seeing you talk to them and care for them… they simply left the birds alone). You stare in awe as the greenhouse gleamed in the Devildom light. It looked gorgeous; you were already formulating a way to get Lucifer to get one of them made at the House of Lamentation. You turn to Lucifer and point at the greenhouse, “Lucifer! Look at it! It’s so pretty!” You exclaim. Before Lucifer could respond, you ran to the greenhouse. You didn’t slow down or stop at the door, which meant you sprinted into the big glass door with a loud smack. Barbatos, having seen this in his visions, rushes over to you with a small kit in his hands. Diavolo and Lucifer were frozen in their tracks, one’s mouth was hanging open whilst the other buried his face in the palms of his hands in embarrassment. You were moaning in pain, the sudden impact took the air out of your lungs as you tried explaining yourself to the trio that watched you, “Lucifer don’t you dare look like you’re ashamed of me!” You whined, “It looks like there wasn’t even any glass!”

Lucifer wordlessly walks over to you, taking the first aid kit from Barbatos’ hands and he hands it to you. When you take it from him, he picks you up bridal style with the faintest of blushes coloring his pale skin. He clears his throat and smirks teasingly at you, “I would scold you for embarrassing the both of us in front of Lord Diavolo like that but… I’m just grateful you didn’t break the door with how fast you ran into it.”

He gets a whack at the chest for that comment.

Mammon:

Mammon’s an airhead as he is. He’s a tad clumsy and has a habit of tripping and breaking things but he rarely runs into glass.

Out of all the brothers, Mammon was the second most clumsy so in a way… he relates to you on a spiritual level.

He’s the type of friend and lover to just blink after you run into walls or doors, laugh in your face for a solid 15 minutes before he walks off to do the exact same thing.

You’d then blink at him, laugh at his stupidity, and you’d walk off to be just as clumsy.

Repeat process.

Now, Mammon loves taking you out on dates- well, he doesn’t call them dates. He calls them educational outings to popular destinations in the Devildom and the human world because Lucifer wouldn’t give him money otherwise. He took you to cafes, to hotels, and of course, to casinos.

Now, he loved the lavish, extravagant lifestyle; he loves the idea of spending money but hates working for it T-T so during one of your random escapades to the human realm, Mammon forgot one very important thing:

Lucifer kept hourly tabs on Goldie.

He took you out under the guise of letting you experience a festival happening somewhere at that time and since Lucifer had a soft spot for you (read: he’s a total pushover for you), he gave you both an allowance and let you go on your merry way.

Well, the money Lucifer gave you? Mammon blew it all on a single slot machine and now… you’re both sitting on the sidewalk, pockets empty, on a cold night. Lucifer contacted the bank Mammon used and they didn’t let you take out any more money from Goldie.

You huffed, glaring at the light-haired demon, “I told you to at least book a room before you went to the casino.” You muttered.

Mammon pouted and before he could try to weasel his way out of your disappointing stare, he saw a small restaurant open a little ways away from you.

Mammon gets up, brushing his pants off before he offers his hand to you, “C’mon on… Get up, human. We’ll grab dinner over there, yeah? Then… I’ll call Lucifer and I’ll ask ‘im to get us home.” He sulked. You scrunch your nose and smile as you pull yourself up using his hand. He expects you to let go right after but you keep your fingers interlaced. The walk to the restaurant was short but you were hungry and well, you needed hot food in your stomach pronto. You jogged over and you didn’t really process Mammon’s yelps of “(MC), there’s glass!” and well…. You bonked your head against the sliding glass door. Since you were holding Mammon’s hand, when you stumbled to the floor, you took him down with you.

“(MC), what the heck was that for?! I mean, I know humans are kinda dumb but- Ow! Hey!” You kick him lightly; Honestly, the way he was whining about his kicked shin made him such a drama king. You rolled your eyes and giggled as your eyes darted over to the owner of the restaurant, standing near the door with a concerned expression on their face. You send them an apologetic smile before you turn your attention back onto the childish demon beside you, “You say I’m dumb? You literally fell down and you weren’t even the one to run into the door!”

“Ya dragged me down with ya, idiot!”

Two idiots sit at the front door of some hole in the wall restaurant, half laughing and half whining and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leviathan:

Ah, the clumsiest brother. You see, Levi doesn’t leave his room much as is and when he does come out, his head is hung low as he stares at his D.D.D or his handheld game console.

It results in a lot of bumps on his forehead, stubbed toes, and broken vases and pots left in his wake.

He’s well aware of your clumsiness and sort of blindness when it comes to glass. Quite frankly, he feels for you.

I mean, why is most glass so freaking clear anyways? It’s always an accident waiting to happen when it comes to glass doors.

For Diavolo’s sake, is it really that hard to tint doors these days?

Yeah… He only feels this way because he runs into glass doors and bonks his head on windows just as frequently as you.

And he gets really shy and embarrassed about it too!

When he sees you bonk your head against a window or something, especially in public, he just… pretends like he doesn’t know you T-T

Leviathan asked you to go to a human world anime convention that’d span over three days; he’s on this small journey of trying to grow his confidence and the first thing he tasked himself with is asking you out… to the human world for a convention! Yep!

You obviously agree and off to the human world you went with the world’s dorkiest demon boi that you loved oh so much.

You both didn’t consider the hundreds of people at the convention center and the dozens of floor length windows and glass doors.

Leviathan was basically buzzing with excitement beside you. You were both in a couple’s cosplay, as per the suggestion of Asmo (actually, Levi had suggested it to Asmo but he was too shy to ask you so Asmo just… blurted it out during dinner one night). You were dressed in a popular He’s pulling you into every direction, his attention on different cosplayers- ooh! (MC), look at the merch! hoLY CRAP! LOOK AT THE RURI-CHAN MERCH!

From all the pulling and tugging he was doing with your arm, you bumped into a bunch of different cosplayers and con-goers. You yelp out a meek sorry! or an excuse me!, but after a while, you just stop pulling your arm back and just let the purple-haired demon pull you around like a ragdoll. The convention center was built in a way that certain walls were made, floor to ceiling, in a strong glass. Those walls were specifically in the area where all the temporary food stalls were set up. You were at this anime con for hours; really, Levi had you up and ready in full cosplay at 4 in the morning and all you’ve had to eat is a sandwich from the hotel’s dining area. You tugged on Levi’s sleeve and pointed towards a stand that sold takoyaki. He nodded excitedly and you decided to take the lead for this one. Now, you were a little confused to see that people were kind of standing around in a certain area, not really walking towards the food stalls; bingo! You and Levi could walk through there but then… Whack! You walk straight into one of those glass walls. The other people kind of gathered by the walls all stifle their laughter, but Levi just goes full on embarrassed teenager mode, “(MC)! Why would you do this! At a con!” He cried.

You rub at your forehead as Levi tries to hide from the giggling bystanders. You pout at him for the rest of the day.

Satan:

We know Satan to be this composed demon; he never falters in his perfect, practiced facade.

But in all honesty, this dude’s almost as clumsy as Mammon.

He always has his nose stuck in a book, he’s always reading or researching something or other, and that can cause a lot of… small accidents.

Just the other day, you had come down with a small flu, Satan decided to take it upon himself to learn about the rather particular human sickness and whilst he read up on it in a thick medical book, he walked straight into a wall.

He sees you like this tiny little duckling in a big world; he just felt this insatiable urge to watch you kind of trip and stumble but he’d never let you get hurt.

Seeing you run into walls made of glass would literally make him burst out laughing as crassly as his less elegant brothers (read: mammon) .

He loves to tease you and poke fun at you, sure, but he would be the first out of all the brothers to check on you to ensure that you weren’t hurt too badly.

When you hit your head too hard on windows, he’d sit you down and put ice on your bump to lessen the swelling because some human medical book told him to do that.

The very same soft Satan who adored you was also very very angry at the moment at his brothers.

Mammon was being stupid, according to Satan, and you weren’t home to mediate because the angels asked you to come over to help them with a human realm dessert.

One thing led to another and it all resulted in Satan storming out of the house.

The blonde was simply minding his own business in a quaint cafe called The Devil’s Hour near the House of Lamentation. He had gone out in quite the pissy mood after a certain brother of his (read: mams-) ruined one of his cursed, limited edition books that he had recently bought. He left the house in a mess and perhaps it’s his stupid brother’s pride that’s embedded into him that made him not want to go home first to apologize. “I’ll go home when (MC) says that they’re going to go home.” He decided. Just as he takes a sip from his cup, he catches a glimpse of you walking by with a white paper bag in your hands on the other side of the street. He pulls out his D.D.D quickly and dials your number. He watches with gentle eyes the way you stop on the sidewalk to see who’s calling and he isn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he swore he saw your face light up when you see his caller ID. “Hey, Satan! What’s up? I’m literally on my way home right now!” Your voice sounds slightly muffled through the phone but he shrugs it off; it’ll be fine, you'll walk into the cafe anyway to spend time with him! “Look towards Devil’s Hour.” He simply says, before he hangs up.

He sees you look all confused as you turn towards Devil’s Hour but your smile brightens when you two make eye contact. He gives you a small wave and you run across the mostly empty street towards him. Now, it’d have been an adorable moment had you not walked straight into the floor length glass that made up the walls of the cafe. He hears the loud clang and the muted groan that escapes your lips and he immediately bursts out laughing. You pout at him from the other side of the wall.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming…” He mutters mostly to himself as he quickly rushes out of the cafe to tend to you.

“Why’d you have to laugh?” You huff.

“You’re cute when you look all embarrassed like that.”

Asmodeus:

Asmo, despite being practically glued to his phone, is surprisingly very aware of his surroundings. He rarely trips or stumbles, he almost never knocks into anyone or anything in the hallways.

He’s perfected hallway etiquette; Probably because he gets photographed everywhere he goes and he will not stand for any photo.

When he first met you, he thought it was quite interesting that you were seemingly blind to glass. You’d run into glass doors and hit your head against windows so often that he'd put a little highlights reel on his profile on Devilgram of all the times he’s caught on camera.

He catches about 30% of the total times you’d walk into some sort of glass on video or in pictures.

In short, you do it alot lol

Asmo’s not the best at treating injuries like Satan but he isn’t as mean as Levi or Lucifer because, sure, he giggles a little at you, but he won’t outright ignore you when you embarrass yourself in public and he won’t be the cause of your embarrassment.

What he’s an absolute pro at, though, was acting like the cutest, most protective drama king in the world.

You and Asmo were out in town; He begged to take you out because Majolish was holding a clearance sale on their top-selling products and he just needed to stock up on their lip glosses and body mists.

For the most part, Asmodeus had an arm locked with yours and when you tried walking into stores, he’d pull you back just as you almost hit your head against the sliding doors.

You made it to Majolish without much of a hitch and you were in the clear!... well, almost.

Asmodeus was in the middle of an almost-fist fight with a succubus over a particularly pretty pink fur coat at Majolish. There was a lot of growling and hair pulling and as much as you loved Asmo, you were definitely not trying to get in the middle of whatever was going on. You walk away, scanning through the different items on the shelves and a small red perfume bottle catches your attention. “Ooh! Lucifer would like that alot…” You muttered. You walk over to the shelf and lean your head in to get a closer look and- oh, it’s in a display case. You wince when your forehead makes contact with the case, a dull thud ringing in your ears as you step back. Not this again, you groan inwardly. Asmodeus had finished wrangling the fur coat from the succubus and was looking for you. He had seen the entire thing, “My dear! (MC)!” He wailed, running over to look at your forehead. He had half a mind to keep a tight hold on the coat at that moment. His eyes were already brimming with unshed tears. You shake your head, “No! Don’t cry Asmo!” You bite back the laughter bubbling in your throat. He pouts, “But you’re hurt!” He whines.

“Asmo! Don’t worry! It’ll probably just be a small bump! It’ll be gone by tomorrow, let’s continue shopping-”

“Don’t you dare say something so absurd! Come, come! We’ll pay for our things and then we’ll head home. We’ll have a spa day, just the two of us.”

Beelzebub:

Saying that Beel was “pretty tall” would be the understatement of the year. He towers over most demons and people; he bumps his head against door frames when he’s busy munching on a snack so he kinda understands your little dilemma.

Beel’s not the most attentive when it comes to little things like how many times you accidentally hurt yourself (small injuries though! Trust and believe that he’s one of the most alert if something serious happens to you). It actually takes him months before he realizes that you’re actually blind to glass.

Like, you’ve been in the Devildom for months and everyone else that you’ve grown close to knows of except Beel.

He only really realizes after you accidentally run straight into a sliding glass door; he wasn’t really there to see it but Asmo filmed the whole thing and posted it on his Devilgram.

He then sees the plethora of videos and pictures of you walking into glass walls and doors, and he sees clips of you bonking your head on windows.

He finds it quite endearing but he worries that you might hurt yourself real bad one day.

Besides that, he’s pretty nonchalant about it.

He never really catches you doing it around him, probably because he holds your hand all the time and he kinda pulls you around-

Until… Well…

A new bakery opened up beside Ristorante Six.

They had a rack of donuts on full display.

You jog after a very excited Beel, “W-Wait! Slow down! We’ll get all their donuts, don’t worry about it!” You yell, exasperated. Beel glanced back at you and his smile was wide on his face, “Okay. Here…” He crouches down and motions for you to climb on his back. You do so and before you could even hold onto him properly, he sprints off towards the bakery.

You two make it there in no time, you were surprised to see that there were really only 4 or 5 other people waiting to buy pastries so you leave Beel to wait in line while you browse their displays out at the front. You ooh’ed and ahh’ed at the mouth watering treats and you continued walking but you didn’t see the glass wall that separated the kitchen and the dining area and well… You step back and fall flat on your bottom, “O-Ow…” You groan. Beel was a little busy staring at the menu but he heard the soft bonk and your tiny whine in complaint. He looks over and sees you sitting on the floor with a hand on your nose and he immediately steps out of line and rushes to you, “(MC)? What happened?” Before you could reply you feel a cold liquid drip down your nose and stream down your chin. You had hit the glass pretty hard and your nose started bleeding from the impact. Beel leans down and picks you up and carries you like a baby, “I’ll sit you down here and get you some ice once I order. Here, take this tissue.” He hands you a piece of tissue,

“We’ll go home after I get the donuts.”

“Um… okay then, Beel!”

Belphegor:

Belphie wasn’t around for your first few months in the Devildom for… reasons.

And he didn’t really pay attention to your tiny habits because… he was too busy trying to kill you and all other humans… ._.

Yeah,,

So it took him a lot longer than all his brothers, including Beel, to realize that you were kind of blind to glass.

And Beel took months all on his own.

When he did realize it though, he was a real little shit about it.

He tries to always film you when he knows you’d probably run into doors or hit your head on a window-

He’s sent the family so many videos and photos that all the other brothers have started saving them into private folders on all their respective phones and well… let’s just call him the dealer of embarrassed (MC) content.

He absolutely loves teasing you- He thinks your embarrassment is the funniest type of entertainment he’d get in the Devildom.

He cares about you, yes, but do you know what he loves more? Teasing you.

He was lounging around in the common room of HoL, you were sitting on the floor by the coffee table, sorting through your homework.

He was half asleep, as usual, but he was in quite the teasing mood- more than usual, honestly.

He lazily glances down at you before he fishes his D.D.D out of his pocket.

Belphie stares down at your concentrated face, smiling slightly to himself when he sees your nose scrunch up at a particular phrase you ran into in the homework you were dealing with. Sure, Belphie could’ve gone to sleep but… He wanted to cause a little chaos before he slept for the next 8 hours. He unlocks his D.D.D and opens the camera app. He glances at the window before he glances back down to you; Clearing his throat, he fakes a gasp and starts recording, “(MC)! Look! It’s one of Satan’s unicorn familiars!”

He has never seen you whip your head around to look at him. Your mouth falls open as you practically throw your pen across the room. You scramble up to your feet, “Where?!” You ask. Belphie motions towards the window and you sprint across the room, “Oh! I think it walked away from the window…” He sighs. You glance around by the window before he hears a loud thud- You had bonked your head on a window-

“(MC)!” Belphie bursts out laughing and gets up. He walks over while he’s recording and he zooms into your face. “Belphie! You ass!” You whine, rubbing at your forehead.

“Why do I keep falling for this?! First, Lotan and now with Satan’s familiars?!”

“It’s not my fault you’re gullible- OW! What the heck was that for, MC?! Wait- My D.D.D!”

You throw a pillow at him and he drops his precious D.D.D. The screen cracked.

The devil may work hard, but karma works harder.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

tooth and nail

ask and you shall receive ;) @denpine14 @strawberrygem21

in which the Dimitrescu daughters exhibit cat-like traits

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“Dear Mother Miranda,

The girls have grown well, though there are some complications. Bela seems to have some form of anxiety and very low self-esteem, Cassandra has anger issues, and Daniela, I believe, has some type of hyperactivity disorder. Despite all of this, I love all of them dearly.

However…more strangely…they have…feline-like habits. I expected the hissing and growling, but the other things… Well, I’m not too sure how this has happened, as they were born from insects, but they weirdly act like little kittens in the most absurd ways. These mannerisms include, but are not limited to…”

“…headbutting…”

“Oof--” Alcina blinked in surprise and looked down as Bela headbutted her leg. “Yes, my darling?”

Bela giggled and headbutted her again. Alcina rubbed her head, which triggered a strange sound to fill the air.

“…and purring…”

Purring. Her daughter seemed to be purring.

Alcina’s heart swelled with love. She couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips.

Later that day, Cassandra and Daniela did the headbutting thing, too, both of them bonking her in the legs while giggling adorably. When she scratched along their scalps, they purred, just like their big sister had.

--- --- ---

“…staring when they want something…”

“Yes?” Alcina asked, raising an eyebrow at the trio of girls staring at her. If it weren’t for their different hair colors, it would have been difficult to discern them from each other with their matching black gowns and hoods. She made the mental note to give something to them to help make them out better.

Her daughters continued to stare.

“Is everything alright?”

Still nothing.

“Darlings?”

Cassandra reached out, swatted at her dress, and then they all took off running in different directions, their sock-clad feet making them run in place for a few seconds before they gained traction and streaked away in blurs of black.

--- --- ---

“…and also staring at nothing at all, as though they are seeing ghosts…”

Alcina blinked. Her daughters were staring intently at the wall, their eyes wide and shiny, like they had just witnessed the secrets of the universe. She tried to see what they were looking at but could spot nothing at all.

“What in the…?”

--- --- ---

“…pushing random things off of surfaces for seemingly no reason other than the fact that they like to…”

A loud clatter echoed down the hallway, and Alcina was quick to hurry to the source of the noise: the parlor, where Daniela was perched on one of the tables inside, staring down at a fallen candelabra. Luckily, none of the wax sticks were lit, as they would have sent the red-and-gold carpet over the floor up in flames. Daniela looked up at her, her eyes awestruck and shiny.

“Did you knock that over?” Alcina asked.

Daniela stared back. Then, slowly, reached out her hand and swatted over a cup.

--- --- ---

“…causing utter destruction…”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Alcina snapped, shooing Cassandra away from the blinds. Her daughter leaped back, her claws ripping out of the fabric she had been sharpening her talons on. “No. Do not scratch things up, Cassandra.”

Cassandra inspected her claws. “Then what am I supposed to sharpen them on? Look at how blunt they are!” They showed them to Alcina.

They were sharp enough to gut a human in one swipe.

In amusement, Alcina said, “How about tree bark? It’s rough enough to hone them.”

Cassandra considered it, then nodded. “Alright!” She bounded away to go destroy one of the trees in the garden.

That same day, Alcina found Daniela chewing on a branch in her bedroom, creating a small pile of woodchips beneath her jaw. She seemed to be doing the same thing as her older sister: sharpening her natural weapons. Alcina left her be.

--- --- ---

“…sudden hyperactivity…”

The loud sound of footsteps suddenly burst throughout the hallways, rebounding like thunder. They would stop at random, then begin again, seemingly in a sporadic pattern. When Alcina finally stepped out of her bedroom to investigate, she barely caught a blur of black as one of her daughters, she couldn’t tell who, whizzed past her like lightning. She spun around, blinking.

“What--”

At the same moment, one of the others came from a different direction and skidded to a stop in front of her. She whirled to them and saw that it was Bela.

“What are you three doing?” Alcina asked.

“Playing,” Bela answered blithely. She stepped forward, headbutted Alcina lovingly, then zoomed off again, slipping on her socks as she went.

--- --- ---

“…getting startled at the most mundane things…”

The parlor had been peaceful at one moment; Alcina was drinking her tea, while Cassandra and Daniela played chess and Bela multitasked reading and watching the game. It was then that Bela’s thread bookmark fell out and she swiped at it to pick it up. However, when the string seemed to catch on her claws, she got frightened, leaping at least five feet up into the air. Seeing their older sister so unsettled, Cassandra and Daniela did the same, nearly jumping out of their skin and scattering the game of chess as they scampered away in terror. Alcina laughed loudly as her daughters huddled against her sides, shaking.

--- --- ---

“…bringing me dead animals as gifts…”

Alcina was cleaning up for bed when there was a knock that filled her bedroom. She walked to the door and opened it, only to see no one. When she turned around, she saw Daniela clinging to her window sill, a mass of fur caught between her teeth.

“Daniela!”

Alcina quickly opened the window, and Daniela hopped inside. She presented the thing in her mouth to her with great pride: a rat.

“For you, Mother.”

“Ah-- thank you, my dove.”

Daniela purred as her head was rubbed affectionately.

The next day, Cassandra padded up to her, her chest puffed in pride, a large snake pierced by her fangs.

“A gift, Mother.”

“Thank you, my sweet.”

And then, that evening, Bela came to her door with a bird in her mouth.

“Here, Mother.”

“Thank you, my darling.”

And then the bird jerked away when Bela set it down and flew off down the hall in terror. They both watched it go.

“It was too pretty to kill.”

Alcina chuckled. “I see.”

--- --- ---

“…laying on my things when I need them…”

Alcina stared tiredly at the stack of girls laying on the folded clothes on her bed. All that space on her giant mattress that was made specifically for her size and they chose that exact spot. On her clothes.

Well. They were much too cute to wake up.

--- --- ---

“…laying on me and keeping me from getting up…”

“Maiden,” Alcina whispered.

The maid passing by stopped and turned to her instantly.

“Get me a glass of blood. I can’t get up and I am thirsty.”

The maid eyed the form of her youngest daughter stretched out on her lap, asleep, and then nodded, whisking away.

She hadn’t moved for three hours.

--- --- ---

“…they have no concept of personal space…”

Alcina was awake that night, her girls piled on top of her to the point where they were practically smothering her, Daniela and Cassandra under arms and Bela on her chest. Every time she twitched, they would move closer, snuggling in deeper to her heat. She wouldn’t be sleeping very comfortably, but at least her daughters were warm.

--- --- ---

“…sitting in strange places…”

“Are you comfortable?” Alcina asked, laughing.

Bela looked up from where she was reading and wedged inside a basket that was meant for quilts. Despite her small, wiry frame, it technically wasn’t her size, but she managed to curl herself inside, piled by the blankets and indulging herself in a good book.

“Yes,” Bela said, smiling.

Alcina would also go on to find Cassandra napping haphazardly on the banister of the upper hallway balcony, which she picked her up from and placed her back into her bed in fear of her falling off, and Daniela hiding in one of the cupboards in the kitchen.

However, none of these things beat when she found all three of her daughters crammed in a box, murmuring and giggling to each other over something.

--- --- ---

“…did I mention the purring? Because the purring is absolutely endearing. I do believe it has healing properties…”

Alcina wasn’t quite sure what she had come down with that day, but she woke up feeling exhausted and achy all over. She didn’t even think to get up and alert her girls to her condition, choosing to rather wallow in her bed, so it wasn’t a surprise when her room was soon filled by three worried bug-spawn creatures.

“Mother?” Daniela’s small hands were set on her shoulders.

Alcina stirred.

“Mother?” That was Bela, now.

She rolled over and blinked tired eyes at the worried-looking faces of her daughters.

“Hello, my darlings,” she croaked.

“Mother,” Bela said again, her voice thick with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Alcina nodded, though her mind was wavering, shrouded in a heavy fog. “I am fine. Just a little unwell.”

“Can we help you?” Cassandra asked, her hands twitching.

“Don’t worry,” Alcina answered. “I’ll be fine.”

Her daughters exchanged looks. A moment later, they were climbing onto the bed, curling up around her.

“We’re helping,” Daniela said.

Alcina had no idea how cuddling was supposed to help her, but then she heard the soft churring that filled the air. The purring in itself did little to actually heal her sickness, but something about the soft sound and the presence of her precious daughters soothed her. Bela, with her head on her chest, filled her heart with a gentle rumbling. Daniela, curled up right next to her, chirred gingerly in her ear. Cassandra, stretched out over her stomach, resonated a soothing burr throughout her body.

She chuckled tiredly. “Thank you, my loves…”

--- --- ---

“…and, at least when they were newly reborn, absolutely hating when I go into a room without them…”

She was just taking a shower. That was all. And yet, she could hear her young, one-week-old daughters on the other side of the door, yowling and screaming and scratching their claws into the wood.

“I’m just bathing!” she snapped.

They wailed louder.

--- --- ---

“…to wrap the letter up, it is certainly a strange phenomenon to the experiment, but I am not complaining at all. They are much more entertaining and endearing this way. I wouldn’t have them any other way. I would like to thank you again, Mother Miranda, for letting me have such sweet daughters.

That will be all for now. I will follow up in another letter if anything new comes up.

-Alcina Dimitrescu”

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 8

Chapter 1     Chapter 7

“Your father is Bruce Wayne and now he wants to reconnect,” Nino recapped as though anyone involved in the call was unaware. From the look Chloe gave him, he was particularly happy she was in New York not Paris and couldn’t actually smack him upside the head.

“Thank you for that waste of time and breath,” Chloe grumbled.

“I just… don’t see the problem.”  Nino did actually move away from Alya before she could swat him.  “What?  Your dad is Bruce freaking Wayne!  Even if you don’t connect with him, you can totally draw on that Wayne money.”

He wasn’t fast enough to move away from her smack that time.  “Ow!” he pouted at Alya.

“It’s not about the money!” Alya groaned, already exasperated by him.  “It’s about him not wanting to have a relationship until the press found out.  It’s about him cutting her out but taking in a gaggle of other kids.”  Nino lightly shoved Alya’s shoulder and motioned toward Marinette’s expression on the screen.  Alya grimaced and gave him a nod of understanding.

Marinette looked down and pursed her lips to keep from frowning.  It was bad enough thinking it in her own head constantly, but hearing it out loud, repeated back to her?  That made it so much worse.  That made her feelings real.  That legitimized her feelings.  She couldn’t pretend like she was just overreacting.  They were justified.  Which meant she couldn’t just freeze them out.  Or rather she shouldn’t.  She had to face them.

She focused her energy on not changing her body language so she didn’t worry Adrien any more than he was already.  Keeping her body relaxed instead of tensing up.  Adrien had gone into a frenzied panic when he and Max had returned from their apartment search to find her collapsed on the floor, blocking the door. She’d missed the worst of it according to what Tikki said, but she still remembered the terrified look in his eyes when she woke up.  He hadn’t left her side since, keeping constant physical contact.  

Max seemed to inherently understand the situation and was jumping up to get anything either of them might need so they didn’t have to abandon each other for even a few moments.  She was eternally grateful to him for it because she wasn’t sure who the physical proximity was having more of a calming effect on, her or Adrien, but regardless, they both needed it.  

Her attempt to not react didn’t seem to have been as effective as she thought it had been judging by the way Adrien hugged her closer to him.  Marinette lightly bonked her head into his chest and returned her attention to the laptop screen.  “It’s okay, Nino,” Marinette assured him weakly.

“No it isn’t,” Chloe said over her.  “Both of you need to stop talking.”  She flipped a page in her magazine and looked up at the screen.  “I mean, that’s true in general, but especially during this call.” Her eyes were sharp when she looked up but Marinette could see the concern she was trying to hide by focusing on her magazine.  She wasn’t sure what Adrien had told them about how he found her but she could tell it was enough to scare them too.

Marinette rolled her eyes at Chloe.  “Yes, it is.”

Chloe groaned.  “This is the way we work Dupain Cheng.  You and Adrien let people walk all over you, Nino keeps the peace, Alya starts trouble, and I tell people the truth and to back the fuck off when it’s warranted.”

“Which never starts trouble,” Alya snarked.

“I do not let people walk all over me!” Adrien objected, looking around for support. Marinette gave a curt nod of agreement, but Max was avoiding his eyes and Chloe was staring at him flatly.

“No, you don’t let people walk all over us,” she motioned toward the screen, trying to indicate the rest of them.  “But you let everyone walk all over you.”  Her eyes moved slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly.  “You both do.”

Marinette wrinkled her nose at the screen with a pout.  “I stood up to you,” she groused.

Chloe scoffed.  “And it only took you like ten years to do it.  So proud of you.”  She rolled her eyes so strongly, her entire head moved as she did it.

Marinette’s mouth dropped in offense.  “I’m better now.”

“Are you, though?  Really?” Chloe deadpanned.

Marinette pouted.  “Yes!”

“Statistically, she is accurate,” Max added.  “She does stand up for herself more now than when we were younger.”  Marinette pursed her lips at Max, unsure how to respond to his comment.  On one hand, it defended her.  On the other hand, she did not at all appreciate how he stressed the word ‘statistically’ and she was certain everyone else caught that as well.

Chloe opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Nino. Marinette sighed in relief until she started processing his words.  “I get that it’s hard and it hurts, I guess I just thought you wouldn’t take it this hard. After Jagged with Luka and Juleka and your grandfather… you forgave all of them.  You helped Jagged with Luka and Juleka, making sure their relationship didn’t go bad.”  He motioned vaguely at nothing.  “You seemed to brush it off and take it as a challenge.  So why isn’t this?”

Alya dropped her head in her hands.  “Tact, Nino.  God.”

“No, he’s not wrong.”  Marinette frowned as she thought about his words.  “I went after Grand-père and convinced him to reconnect.  Papa never held it against him so I guess I didn’t either. Luka never held it against Jagged, just moved forward.  Maybe it’s just me.  Maybe…”

“No!” Adrien interrupted before she could follow that train of thought any further. He gently turned her toward him to focus her attention on him.  “There’s nothing wrong with you or how you’re reacting.  There’s no wrong way to react to news like this.  If you feel sad, that’s fine.  If you feel annoyed, that’s fine.  If you feel frustrated, that’s okay.  If you want to just move past it, there’s nothing wrong with that.  If you feel angry, that’s okay.  And if you feel like you need space, that’s okay too. There’s no wrong way to react to this,” he repeated.

“Except however Chloe would respond,” Alya added with a smirk.

“Hey!” Chloe objected loudly, glaring at the screen, but with no real heat behind it. “For the record, how I would respond to news like this is to spend all my new found father’s money, pressing my boundaries until he finally said something.  And if he didn’t say anything, I’d use those billions to do whatever the fuck I wanted and never see him in person.”

Marinette blinked at Chloe, as did the rest of the group.  That was certainly… an option.  Not one Marinette would ever choose, but it was…  Marinette started giggling at the idea.  Adrien joined her quickly while Max, Alya, and Nino watched them worriedly.  Chloe rolled her eyes and flipped the page in her magazine, but the corners of her lips quirked up.

“He is correct,” Max added, bringing them back to the original point.  “There are a variety of ways people will react to finding out they have a parent they didn’t know about.  Markov found hundreds of studies on psychological responses to similar news and responses are extremely varied.”

“Juleka had a harder time with accepting it and connecting to Jagged than Luka did, remember?” Adrien pointed out.  “And there’s nothing wrong with her.  She wasn’t wrong to react that way, right?”  Marinette shook her head reluctantly.  It wasn’t that she thought there was anything wrong with the way Juleka reacted, but in agreeing with Adrien’s observation, she would have to agree with his point that she was allowed to freak out about this instead of ignoring it like she wanted to.

“Marinette,” Alya raised her voice to bring attention back to her.  “You can do anything you want here and we’ll support you. You know that.  No matter how this ends we all love you.  No matter how you react, we’ll love you.  Nobody is going to judge you for any decision.”

Chloe scoffed.  She waited until everyone was looking, or in Alya and Adrien’s cases, glaring at her. “What?  You want me to lie to her?”  She looked incredulously at the other faces on the video call.  “We won’t judge.  Hell, I’m willing to scratch his eyes out in public for you.  But, your name was already getting out there and his name, now yours, is on the largest corporation in the world.  Every news and gossip organization is going to be talking about it forever if you guys don’t make a good show of it.”

“So?” Alya demanded incredulously.  “She should just do whatever is best for publicity?”

“Did I say that?” Chloe scoffed.  She finally put her magazine down to show how serious she was taking the conversation. “When have I ever let the threat of bad publicity stop me from doing something?  I just said it would be out there, not that she should care.  It’s a factor, a big one when she’s figuring out what she wants.”

“What do you want?” Adrien asked gently, turning his attention back to Marinette.

Marinette looked at Adrien for a few seconds while her brain whirred at high speed thinking through all the options.  What did she want?  None of this. That’s what she wanted.  After a few seconds she took a breath and let it out. “What I want is to not have to deal with any of this.  What I want is to not be his daughter.  What I want is to figure out where we want to live and work and start a company there like we planned.  What I want is to live a normal life now.”  She ignored Chloe’s scoff.  “What I want…” she sighed and looked away.  “What I want doesn’t matter.”

Chloe huffed almost loudly enough for it to echo.  “Of course it matters, it just doesn’t change the past or the current situation.  But, you control your next steps.  So Ladybug this bitch.  Some egomaniacal, rich, pampered megalomaniac has created an utterly ridiculous problem that you now have to fix.  This is your specialty.  Show this bastard who he walked out on.  Make him regret not dying with his parents.”

“Woah! What the Hell?” Nino exclaimed. “Too far.”

Chloe scoffed and looked back at her nails.  “If you think that was too far, you should have heard what I wanted to say.  I toned it way down for your sensitive ears,” she added condescendingly.  She just barely looked up when Marinette started giggling.  Chloe’s lips quirked up the more Marinette tried to stifle the slightly unhinged sounding giggles.

“Dude, that’s her grandparents…” Nino whisper shouted.  Marinette suddenly sobered and paled in realization.

“Or!” Adrien interjected with false excitement positioning himself between Marinette and the screen.  “Or, you could, you know, try to build a relationship with him.”  He looked decidedly away from the incredulous looks from Alya and Chloe and the doubtful look from Nino on screen, trying to pretend like they weren’t judging him.  He moved closer to Marinette and took her hands in his giving her a sincere, serious look.  “You have someone, your father, who wants to connect to you.”  

He ignored the loud scoff from the computer and continued as though Alya or Chloe, or both, hadn’t verbalized their opinion.  They clearly weren’t that opposed or they would have said it instead of making a noise.  He “accidentally” closed the video chat and gave Max a pointed look.  

Max nodded slowly.  “I’m just going to go to my room for a few minutes.  Let me know if you want to talk.”

Marinette and Adrien both shot him thankful smiles.  Adrien waited until his door was closed before looking back at Marinette with a concerned look.  “You got screwed in this deal.  Nobody can deny that, and however you feel, that’s real and valid.  It’s okay to be hurt.  It’s okay to be scared.  It’s okay to say this is too much for you right now, or ever.  But, do you really want to walk away?  Not connect to him?  Not try?”

“He didn’t want…” Marinette started weakly.

“Maybe he wasn’t ready,” he cut her off before she could spiral again.  “Maybe this is the universe’s way to saying it’s time. You got the embodiment of luck in your pocket.  Is it really so farfetched to think luck played a role?”

“Bad luck,” Marinette scoffed to the floor.  Adrien gently rapped her on the top of her head with his knuckle.  She looked back up and caught his unimpressed look. Marinette sighed and looked away before looking back up at him uncertainly.  “I don’t know…”

“Do you think you want to try?” Tikki asked floating out of her resting spot. “It’s your choice.  But I don’t think this is going away, so whichever decision you go with you’ll have to face the consequences.”

“Or I could just cataclysm him,” Plagg offered rubbing his paws together.  He darted away from Tikki before she could shut him up.

“No!” Marinette and Adrien chorused at the same time.

Adrien glared at Plagg but made sure to soften his eyes before looking back at Marinette.  “Okay, maybe things don’t work out with him.  But it sounds like you have siblings.  You already like Jason.  Maybe you’ll like them too.”  He gave her a small smile and rubbed her arms soothingly.  “You always wanted siblings.”

Marinette gave him a weak smile back.  “I don’t need siblings anymore.  I have you.  That’s more than enough.  I don’t think I could handle more of yous.”

Adrien scoffed good naturedly at her.  “If anything I’ve made having siblings more appealing.”

Marinette scoffed playfully.  “Keep telling yourself that,” she muttered.

He pulled her into a hug.  “You always wanted more.  And it sounds like you might have sisters.”

“More people he adopted after walking away,” Marinette groused into his shirt.

Adrien hugged her tighter.  “Maybe he had a reason?  Or maybe he just royally messed up.  Maybe he hates himself for the decision.  It’s something you won’t find out unless you stay.  And you can just talk once and see how you feel about it. If it doesn’t go well, you can walk away and we can find that bar Roy mentioned.  If it goes well, you can decide to stay or we can decide to move to New York or Metropolis, like we were thinking and you can still see him every so often.”

“Even if it doesn’t go perfectly,” Tikki added softly, “it’ll give you closure.  You deserve to have that.”

“And you’ll wonder what could have happened if you don’t,” Adrien nudged her gently.  “You know you’re going to regret not trying.”

“So is that an absolute no on the cataclysm idea,” Plagg popped up between them.  “Because I’m still willing.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him but shot him a grateful smile.  It was as close as Plagg got to admitting he cared.  She scratched him on the forehead and looked back to Adrien with a frown.  “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“I’ll stay with you.  And Max will be here.  Tikki will be here for you.  Plagg will be here, but don’t let that deter you…”

“Hey!” Plagg pouted.

Adrien continued without acknowledging him.  “Chloe could be here in a few hours if we needed and she’d drop everything to get here, no matter what she says.  Alya and Nino will only be a phone call away.  We will support you no matter what you want to do. But we can’t make this decision for you, so, the question is what do you want to do?”

Marinette groaned and pouted at him.  “You sure you can’t do this for me?”

Adrien gave her a sympathetic look and shook his head. “Not this time, Bug.”  He waited a few minutes for her to think through her options.  When she looked just as lost after another few minutes after that, he spoke up gently. “Do you want to talk to Sabine and Tom first?  They might have some answers you need to make your decision.”

Marinette looked back up at him with a pathetic looking pout.  “Can’t I just sleep through this instead?”

Adrien chuckled and shook his head, relieved she was now in a light enough mood to make jokes.  “You could,” he nodded and put on a mock serious face, “but your problems will still be there when you woke up.”

“What bullshit,” she scoffed in a weak voice.

Adrien nodded.  “Yep, utter bullshit.”

Marinette kept eye contact with him for a few moments waiting for him to impart some kind of insightful wisdom upon her.  When he held silent and let her make her own decision, she whimpered and looked away.  “What if it isn’t him I cataclysm,” Plagg asked, flying between them.  “I could do it to his house instead… a few of his cars?  Rich people always have too many cars.”

Adrien grabbed him out of the air and shoved him in his pocket with an exasperated groan.  But Marinette giggled again.  When her laughter had settled, she took a deep breath and motioned toward her phone. Adrien smiled at her as he placed it in her hand.  She took a deep breath and pulled out the paper M. Wayne had given her.  She dialed one of the numbers before she could talk herself out of it, which knowing herself could happen if she was given more than a few seconds to think, and looked up to Adrien, letting his soft smile ground her.  “M. Wayne? It’s Marinette.  Would you be free for dinner tonight?”

Chapter 9

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[festival-of-pudding]

here you go @finduilasclln , just a little boo-boo ❤

“What are you making, Dad?”

“What do you mean, what am I making? This is clearly a racecar.”

“I thought it was a horse.”

Eddie gasped in indignation, and Christopher giggled. The truth was his Lego creation didn’t look like a car or a horse, more like a log with growths all over it. But at least he was trying to make something — unlike Buck, who was hunched over the table with his tongue poking from his mouth as he assembled a solid wall of multicolored bricks.

“What are you even doing?” Eddie asked him.

“What, this?” Buck held up his creation proudly. “This is an international maritime flag signal.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” He pointed at the patterns. “It says, ‘I require assistance. I am on fire.’”

“Where do you get this stuff?”

“Wikipedia is your friend.”

“I like it, Buck.”

“Thank you, Christopher.”

“Well, you just wait. This racecar’s gonna be amazing.”

Christopher reached over to pat his father’s hand. “It’s a good try, Dad.”

Buck laughed, then covered it by scarfing some popcorn. “I need more blue. Chris, can you pass me the blue?”

Christopher picked up the bin with the blue Legos and carefully handed it to Buck. When he set it down, Buck’s hand knocked a stray yellow piece off the table; he bent under the table to grab it, and as he came up he bonked his elbow against the table edge.

“Fffff—” He clamped his mouth shut against a string of profanities and clutched his smarting elbow.

“Are you okay?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah, I just hit my funny bone.”

Eddie swigged his soda. “That’s what you get for making fun of my car.”

“That’s not nice, Dad.”

“I’m just kidding, buddy, Buck’s not really hurt. Right, Buck?”

Buck was attempting to peer at his own elbow, his lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout. 

“I said right, Buck?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He rubbed at the elbow, frowning.

“Come on, you barely touched it.”

“It was right on the edge!” Buck held his arm to his chest, still frowning. Under his breath he muttered, “Probably gonna leave a bruise.”

“Oh for— let me see.”

Eddie leaned over the table and Buck thrust the elbow directly in his face. 

“Sets compound fractures all day, can’t handle a bump on the arm,” Eddie muttered.

“The ulnar nerve is extremely sensitive to blunt force trauma.”

“Blunt force trauma. You’re fine. You want one of Christopher’s Band-Aids?”

“Very funny.”

Beside them Christopher piped up: “When I bump my head on something, Abuela kisses it better.”

Eddie’s smirk vanished. 

“That’s, uh, that’s different. Abuelas do stuff like that.”

“Because they want you to feel better. Don’t you want Buck to feel better?”

Buck tilted his head, still pouting, and batted his eyelashes for good measure. “Yeah, Eddie, don’t you want me to feel better?” 

Eddie frowned. He glanced at Christopher, who was watching him expectantly. He should probably set a good example; he didn’t want Chris getting any signals that male friends couldn’t show affection. But why couldn’t it be a hug? Hugs he could do. He was great at hugs. Eddie sighed, then quickly leaned forward and gave Buck’s elbow the briefest peck before sitting back down.

Christopher burst into squeals of laughter.

“I tricked you!” he cried. “That’s baby stuff. I made you kiss Buck. You kissed Bu-uck! Now you lo-ove him!” 

“Christopher—” Eddie’s attempt at Stern Parental Face didn’t hold quite as much oomph with the fierce red blush creeping up from his neck. “I did not kiss Buck.”

“Technically you did,” Buck said.

Eddie glared at him, but Buck was grinning at Christopher. “Of course he loves me! And I love him, and you. We’re all friends, right? Friends love each other. Whether they kiss or not.”

Christopher returned to his Legos, still wiggling with delight at the success of his masterful ploy. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at him and tousle his hair, but the smile softened when he looked back at Buck.

Buck bent his arm a few times and gasped. “Abuela was right! It is all better! I have been healed!” He was smiling too, but the teasing pout was gone. In its place was something that made Eddie’s blush flare a little warmer. 

“And now you love me,” he added. 

He reached for his soda, grinning at whatever he saw on Eddie’s face, and winked.

“Finish your racecar,” he said.

[redheartedtramp]

RWBY Written As A Rubberhose Cartoon

Grimm Theater Starring

Yang Xiao Long

in...

"Grabbing The Bull By The Horns"

Scene: Yang is sitting around the local saloon in one hand as she chills at the counter with a rootbeer float in one hand.

Yang: *winks and finger guns Blake*

Blake: *blushes and rolls her eyes*

Yang: *turns to the camera* Yeah, she digs me.  *tosses her drink into the air and opens her mouth, gulping it down in one go*

Yang fails to notice the rough customer at the other end of the saloon; Adam, who's playing pool. With one shot, he hits the cue ball into the balls, scattering them all until they're all over the place.

Adam: *huffs and puffs as smoke pours out of his nose*

Adam's attempt at intimidation makes the balls bounce and gasp before they all begin to roll into the holes.

Adam: *smirks and shoots finger guns at Blake*

Blake: Bleh! *sticks her finger into her mouth and pretends to gag*

Adam: Huh?!

Yang: Ah hahahahahahaha! How bullheaded!

Blake: *covers her mouth and stars giggling*

Adam: Grrr...! *hits the pool table as the balls roll out and obediently reset. Adam then prepares the cueball and hits it. Instead of hitting the other balls, it goes flying and nails Yang in the forehead!*

Yang: *gets knocked onto the floor*

Blake: *gasps*

Adam: Hehehehe~

Yang: *pulls herself back up and huffs before pulling the ball out of her forehead and walks over to the table.* Palooka, huh? Mind if I play?

Adam: Hmph, be my guest. 

Yang: *grabs a pool stick and sets the ball down. She then gives it a wink before she hits it. The balls hit and scatter, but unlike with Adam, they all go in on the first try* Ta-dah~

Blake: *claps her hands*

Adam: Huh?! Cheap trick!

Yang: I can do another. Watch this. *whistles as the balls all start to pop out of the holes on the table. Yang then hits them like she's still playing pool, knocking them out of the air as they bounce around the room. They bounce off of walls, tables, Adam's head a few times, and land back in the hole. Everyone in the saloon is clapping*

Blake: *claps her hands and walks over, planting a kiss on Yang's cheek*

Yang: Wowzers~ ☆w☆

Adam: Grrr...! *marches over and pushes Yang away* Keep your hands off my girl!

Blake: 'Your' girl? Step off! *tries pushing Adam away*

Adam: *blows smoke from his nose* Come here! *grabs Blake and tries to carry her off*

Blake: Hey! Let me go! Put me down!

Yang: *races over and snatches Adam away*Hooves off, Mask Man.

*The two start glaring at each other before Adam throws a punch. Yang ducks underneath it as Adam whiffs. Yang then rises with an uppercut, causing Adam to stagger back.*

*Adam growls and tries to charge at Yang, but she sidesteps Adam before grabbing his arm. She spins around, much like a twister before throwing him back to the pool table. BONK! Adam is now seeing stars!*

Yang: *starts dusting her hands*

Blake: Way to go, Yang!

Yang: *thumbs up and smirks at her*

Adam: *Shakes off being stunned and growls. This time, however, he grabs a pool ball and throws it! It pops off against the back of Yang's head!*

Yang: *growls and races at Adam*

Adam: *grabs his sword*

*Yang gets ready to punch Adam, but he quickly dashes past Yang, cutting off her arm. Before she can react, Adam kicks Blake away, sending her flying into the bar!*

Blake: Yang!

Adam: You're coming with me doll! *throws away his poolstick and starts carrying Blake away*

Blake: No! Yang! Yang!

Yang: *is dazed and dizzy, sitting down as her head hangs back and her mouth wide open*

*The camera pans to a bottle of milk that teeters to and fro before it falls over and starts to pour into Yang's mouth. Yang starts to drink the beverage and once finished, she wakes up and bounced onto her feet!*

Yang: *shakes her new stub before smashing it onto the counter as a bunch of scrap metal and loose screws starts coming to her and swirling aroud her stump, forming into her mechanical arm*

Yang: *flexes her new arm as her new arm briefly gets an x-ray shot and shows a battery gauge reaching 100%. Then 200. 300. 400. 500. 1000%!*

Yang: *kisses her new muscle before she throws her arm back. She then throws it forward, her hand flying off like a fishing rod, grabbing Blake's arm before pulling her away from Adam*

Adam: Hey!

Yang: *sets Blake down on the counter* Wait here.

*Adam races at Yang and swings his sword, but Yang punches it with her mechanical arm and shatters it to bits. She then punches Adam in his stomach, sending in flying into a wall. He bounces off of it and flies back to Yang.*

*Yang has begun twisting the fist on her mechanical arm before it starts to spin like on her wrist like a drill. She then punches Adam again, this time making him spin in place before he fall over, twisted like a coil. As he starts to unwind, he starts rolling away, out the door and down the road into the night.*

Blake: Oh, Yang~ *throws herself onto Yang and kisses her cheek*

Yang: 🎵He was a big bully~ 🎵But he couldn't beat me~ 🎵'Cause I'm Yang Da Dragon Gal~

[alonelysimp]

For You, Anything

Characters: Kamisato Ayaka x GN! reader

WC: 1003

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Descriptive mention of food, Unedited

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Word vomit, No beta we die like hilichurls, New relationship

Song: (open any Ghibli playlist + kimi no na wa + nakitai watashi wa neko o kaburu)

A/N: surprise my love language is physical touch and I had to bonk myself so many times to keep from mentioning a forehead kiss or a hug-

“I’ve missed being with you like this,” she mumbles, her hand squeezing yours. Her voice is soft, almost drowned out by the grass gently rustling in the wind. Graceful, as petals may float upon a pool or as a heron may perch beside a lakebed. You hum and squeeze her hand back.

“Like what?” She sighs. Her pace slows, just barely a walk now.

“It’s… my duty… as lady of the Kamisato Clan to represent the Yashiro Commission, but...” Her voice trails off and she comes to a stop. The air stills, as if the world were holding it’s breath waiting for her to continue. Her eyes cast downward, a soft pink dusting the tips of her ears. “I cannot be as open with my true feelings, as I can with you.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “I wish to be more open, someone the people of Inazuma can trust, and yet I can only be like this with you. Where does the daughter of the Kamisato Clan end, and my true self begin?” You step closer, adjusting your hand to intertwine your fingers with hers.

“To me, you are Ayaka. Not the lady of the Kamisato Clan, or the Shirasagi Himegimi. Just Ayaka. The pretty girl at the festival, in the blue kimono with a kitsune mask that I watched the fireworks with.” She relaxes at your words, a smile returning to her face. The breeze stirs the sakura blossoms that line the path. “And I missed being with you too.” You gently nudge her hand forward, prompting her to walk again.

Fog settles around you as you near the forest’s edge. Bake-danuki statues line the pathway, appearing on the rocks in clusters. From afar, you can hear their song to tempt travelers towards them for a harmless trick.

“The forest is beautiful this time of year.” You can only nod and watch in amazement as the fireflies flit in and out of view in the blue haze. If you weren’t just outside a minute ago, you would’ve sworn it was night.

Her hand releases yours, running down the path and crouching just beside it. You hurry up to her, crouching down beside her. She holds a flower in her hand, one recently picked, and turns to you. Her hand reaches toward your hair hesitantly, letting you pull away if you wanted, but you remain still. She tucks the flower into the hair above your ear, fingers gently working it to stay put.

“There.” A smile falls on her lips, and you swear your heart does backflips in your chest. She looks ethereal in the blue light filtering through the leaves and the fog. Her hair glows, almost, and she… she’s… “I’m sorry, y/n. Do you want me to take it out?” Her voice brings you back to reality. Her brows are pressed together in concern. You reach up to touch your face, eyes falling on the ground, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

“Oh…” You smile at the thought, albeit a bit cheesy. Her beauty, it brought you to tears. You look back up to her, seeing the tension in her expression lessen slightly at the sight of you smiling, despite the tears that fall. “You’re beautiful, Ayaka.”

Her hand draws closer to your face, hovering just above your cheek. Warmth radiates off it slightly, barely warmer then the slightly cooler air around you. You press your face against her hand, silent permission for her to gently wipe the tears from your eyes.

She helps you stand back up, leading you by the hand over the river. She sat on a rock in the clearing beside a cooking pot, left behind by a certain trio of chefs.

“I hope you don’t mind letting me cook today, I learned some recipes I want to try out. You shake your head, taking a seat beside her.

“You’ve improved a lot. I trust it’ll be good since you made it.” She smiles and pulls ingredients out of her bag.

“Turn around, I want it to be a surprise,” she huffs in amusement. You roll your eyes playfully, complying to her shenanigans.

A flower brushes against your foot as you turn to sit the other direction. It makes a soft noise as you pick it. Within a few minutes, you had the beginnings of a flower crown, braiding the stems of the flowers together. The silence that sat between the two of you is comfortable, simply basking in each other's presence.

She hums, tapping your shoulder. “Close your eyes, I want you to guess what it is.” You set the flower crown in your lap, turning to her with your eyes closed. You hear something crunchy cracking, and something not moist, but not dry either get moved around. It's spicy, that much you can smell, and the smell of sir fried ham has been making your mouth water.

The heat radiates off the chopsticks she holds out in front of your lips, not so hot it would burn you but not so cold it would taste weird. A smile tugs at your lips and your mouth closes around the chopsticks. It’s fiery at first, the sheer spiciness taking you by surprise which leaves as soon as it comes, leaving you with only the reminiscent flavour as the spices burst through the dying flames. The ham is crispy, a salty sear on the outside giving way to a mildly flavoured, juicy interior. A dry piece crunches in your mouth, a faint flavour of rice mixing with the other flavours that leave your mouth warm.

“...Can I have more?” She giggles, giving you another bite of her dish. “What is it?”

“A recipe I got from the traveler. They said it was a Liyuean specialty, jueyun guoba.” You open your eyes, seeing a warm blush on her cheeks and a dish in one hand, chopsticks in the other.

“It’s delicious, you should make it more.” She smiles and nods excitedly.

“For you, y/n, anything.”

Woah it has been a long minute since i posted- thinking abt putting the banner above the cut? how are we feeling abt it? Also I'm in love with Ayaka !!