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rafe whos proud of u for being the bigger person for once ?? maybe in an argument w someone u are always the one throwing tantrums but for (once) u decided to keep the rage to urself and rafe is js so proud :(
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arguing with a friend over text was juvenile — rafe thought so anyway, but he also supposed that a girl like yourself wouldn’t wanna handle all her business face to face, or with violence such as he would.
you’d been in endless conflict lately. what about? he couldn’t tell you, but everyday it was a new argument with one of your friends which lead to a total, utter meltdown which he had to calm you down from. you didn’t take well to being accused of things, you didn’t like being treated poorly and you hated feeling misunderstood. that’s what he’d gathered from these out bursts anyway, usually explained through muffled babbling as he holds you tightly to his chest. you were like him in a sense sometimes, couldn’t control your emotions. however instead of lashing out, you just were a total cry baby.
he’d found you like that when he’d arrived home, being able to hear it all the way from downstairs. he sighs, jogging up the stairs to find you pacing his bedroom, phone tightly clutched infront of you, letting out loud sobs with your eyes glued to the screen.
“whats— what’s all this what’s going on?” rafe pauses in the doorway, dumbfounded and practically gaping at the fact this was happening again. you sniff harshly, voice high and defensive like rafe was the one attacking you.
“she said i’m a bad friend and i’m disloyal but you know i’m not you know i try—” you cough, and rafe walks in, setting his sunglasses and keys down on the dresser.
“who? same girl who was givin’ you trouble yesterday?” he squints, leaning against the dresser as he watches you pace around, an upset wreck.
“yes.” you whine, bringing a fingernail to your mouth as you continue to cry, reading over the message.
“alright, okay so what are you gonna do about it? ‘cos this can’t keep happening everyday baby you’re — you’re not in high school anymore.” he pushes, almost unable to believe for once that he was the voice of reason.
you think for a long time, letting out a sad sob as you lock your phone and drop it onto the bed, wiping your eyes. “be the bigger person.” you repeat his words, words he’s been encouraging you to follow since the first argument. it was difficult, you refused — and he didn’t fight you too hard on it. being the bigger person is hard when you’re being unfairly attacked.
“yeah? come over here.” he opens his arms and you drag your feet over, snivelling and pawing at your eyes. “its hard, alright? if anyone knows it’s me. but you’re… you’re so much better than these girls okay they’re nobodies. trust me. you’re doin’ a good thing kid. believe it.” he gently bats your hands away so he can thumb beneath your eyes instead, cupping your hot wet face with large coarse hands.
“not in high school anymore.” you repeat his words, voice raspy from your own crying and he nods slowly, eyes wide and intense as they stare into yours. he really wanted to get the message across.
“right. you’re a big girl now. time to do big girl things, yeah? when you’re with me, you—you can let all that shit go and lemme take care of things. but when it comes to your friends they’re just immature little girls and you gotta step up. like me, yeah?” he points to his chest in a quick succession of taps. “like daddy.”
you nod in his grasp, exhausted from it all. “okay.”
it’s then he lets you melt against him, cradling your body to his chest and rubbing your back with the wide expanse of his hand. “okay. i’m proud, don’t forget that.”
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Cute? (JJ drabble teaser)
“Honey, I'm home!” Beomgyu bellows as he steps into the house, accompanied by the little dorky giggle he lets out every time he says that. That cute idiot is still very much in the honeymoon phase where he's just happy to be with you.
You are too, and you answer him with a giggle of your own, letting him know you're in the kitchen. Though your laughter is a little bit devious, and you can't wait to see his reaction when he comes into the room.
“Whatcha doin–oh.” He stops in his tracks to look at you, decked out in an all pink and white outfit as you lean against the counter. The white ruffled skirt you're wearing barely covers your ass and crotch with thigh highs coming up to the middle of your thighs, cat paws printed on them. Over that you wear a pink tube top that struggles to contain your breasts, the little bell collar you're wearing bringing attention to them whenever you move.
“What–what's going on?” He gulps, rooted to his spot still but you can already tell that your horny boyfriend pants are starting to get a little tight. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Oh, this little old thing?” You ask, twirling around to give him a nice view of your ass. The skirt you're wearing is so short that when it flies up, he can clearly see you're not wearing any underwear. “I just thought that my pretty boy has been working so hard and deserved a treat. Don't you think so?”
He nods enthusiastically, quickly making his way towards you. Immediately his hands find their way to your breasts and he bends down to kiss you. You let him slip his tongue inside your mouth, meeting it with your own as his fingers knead and rub your tits.
“My pretty girl. So sexy.” He lets out little groans into your mouth, his hardening cock pressed up between your legs. You already feel yourself getting wet, his fingers flicking your nipples as he grinds against you. “All for me to fuck.”
Finally, you pull away from him, pushing on his chest to put a distance between you, and answer his confused look. “Not yet, pup, I'm making you some food first. We don't want it to burn now, do we?”
“I don't care.” He growls, hands squeezing your breasts as he attempts to lean down again to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side, and he ends up kissing your neck instead.
“But I care. I worked so hard on this meal.” You whine, pulling his head back by his hair. “Don't be bad now, Beommie.”
“You're the one being bad, wearing that slutty little outfit on purpose to drive me crazy.” His eager eyes eat you up as he toys with the neckline of your top, subtly trying to pull it down to uncover your breasts but you swat his hands away.
“You hurt me, baby. I just wanna take care of you.” You pout, and he grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch, making you feel the hard bulge there. “Take care of this.”
“After dinner.” You roll your eyes, turning around in his hold to check on the food and adding the prepared veggies to the pot. It’s a very simple meal, you just need to mix everything together into a stew. You knew you couldn’t make anything complicated as you’re likely to become very distracted very soon.
Case in point…
“But I can’t wait that long.” He whines, draping his body over you, his lips planting wet, needy kisses along your shoulder and neck that make you wet somewhere else. “Not with you looking like this.”
You pretend to let out an exasperated sigh, and press your ass against his crotch, biting back your grin. “Well, I guess if you really can’t wait… you can touch me while I’m preparing the food.”
“Fucking slut.” He groans, hands moving to your breasts again and kneading them over the thin material of your top, easily finding your nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
You scoff, trying to hide how affected you are by his touches already. “I’m not the one who can’t control myself when I see my girlfriend dressed in an innocent pink outfit.”
“This is not fucking innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” He calls you out, leaning back and pulling up your skirt so he can see your bare ass.
“Fuck…” He mutters under his breath, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them apart. “Fuck, baby, you’re leaking onto your thighs.”
“Shut up, Beommie. Don’t be a filthy boy.” You scold, shivering when he drags a finger along your slit, gathering some of your arousal and bringing it to your lips.
“Open up, baby. Taste yourself.”
“Beommie–” You pretend to protest but he knows you’re just putting on an act. It’s all part of the little role play scenarios you know he loves so much. And so you let him grab your chin with his other hand, forcing your mouth open so he can shove his wet fingers inside, making you taste yourself.
“Sweet, isn't it, baby? I could stay with my face buried in your pussy all night long.” He tells you, fucking your mouth his fingers until you’re gagging on them. “Fuck, you’re making my cock ache. You have such a pretty mouth.”
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and turns your head back towards him, smearing your own saliva over your cheek as he does so. The kiss is wet and filthy, just how Beomgyu likes it. And just as you get lost in the kiss, his hand leaves your face to slide between your bodies, prodding at your pussy from behind.
“Beommie!” You whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder.
“Tsk. Gotta focus on the cooking, baby.” He mocks, pulling your head back down before thrusting his fingers inside you. “We don’t want it to burn now, do we?”
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#txt smut#dom!idol#dom!beomgyu#sub!reader#fem!reader#not all my fics will only be available on patron#just the extra stuff like this
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hamster Steve crumbs please🥺🙏🏻
HAMSTER DAYS: CHAPTER THREE
Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader
Summary: You try to keep your cute little Hamster Steven alive... and you're not doing a great job out of it.
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You are going to fix this. You are going to turn your boyfriend back to his human form. You are going to protect him.
There is just one little snag. Notwithstanding that you do not know the cause of Steven's transformation. Notwithstanding that you have no idea where to start.
The real worry here is that before you ever even get so far, you might end up accidentally killing Steven.
On your first night, you had placed Steven on the pillow next to you above the covers, safe and sound next to you. Or so you had thought, until not two minutes later you had rolled over by habit, pulling the sheets with you and flung him 6 feet high in the air and barely managed to catch him with a pillow before he crashed onto the hard wooden floor below.
In the morning, when you were making breakfast and had placed Steven on the kitchen counter to roam freely, he'd managed to knock over a jar of jam, spilling it everywhere and gotten his shiny golden-brown fur covered in it. Your bright idea had been to bathe him, and it wasn't until 30 seconds in you realized hamsters do not swim... or at least this hamster doesn't as he immediately panicked, squeaked and was pawing frantically at the white porcelain sink for safety.
It's not even noon by the time, you've finally gotten him blowdried (and begrudgingly forgiven you) when you nearly drop the tome of a book --you were studying hoping to find some clue to Steven's predicament -- not three inches from where he was napping on the desk next to you.
That's when you finally realize that whatever grand plans you have to restore Steven to his former human body is going to have to be put on pause. Because the first thing you are going to have to learn is to keep him alive.
In fairness to you. You've never had a pet hamster before. You've always wanted one. Staring at them at petshops and the glass tanks they were kept in since you were a kid. But you've grown up all your life in no-pets-allowed flats. And while you had insisted to your parents that it's "just a hamster, no one will ever know!" your skills of persuasion had been clearly lacking, because you never ended up getting one. Something or the other about how you were much too rough and scatterbrained and would not be able to keep it alive... which...
Let's not linger on that thought--
Grabbing your laptop, you place it on the middle of the desk as you pull up youtube on the browser and search for guides to care for a hamster.
The first video catching your attention has the still image of a hamster that looks not unlike Steven. Fluffy golden brown fur, big wide eyes with its tiny paws tucked close to its chest as if it's been startled.
You click it open and for the next 46 minutes and 32 seconds you are being treated to a lecture on the to dos and no to dos.
Apparently the last 12 hours you've spent with Hamster Steven firms firmly into the no to dos category.
Bath is a no no.
Feeding it jam is also a no go.
Letting them roam without supervision (and proper childproofing) is a big no no.
Then the lady starts rattling off facts about enclosure sizes, enrichment toys, how chinchilla sand is dangerous and how to build tunnels and materials for bedding, and, and, and until your head is spinning and you cannot make sense of words anymore.
The words drift in and out as hard as you try to keep up before the video scren goes black, and finally ends but before you get a second to breathe and process the maelstrom of information fed to you, autoplay is already queuing up the next video that is 1 hour and 26 minutes long of things not to do or you will kill your hamster.
You cringe inwardly, you've had hamster version of Steven in your care for not even half a day and so far you haven't been doing a great job.
Your chest squeeze tight with worry. You don't know how you are possibly going to pull this off. If you can't even take care of a hamster, what are the odds of you being able to perform a magical miracle to undo whatever curse or magic spell that has befallen Steven to get him into this state?
From the corner of your eye, you see Steven paddle across the length of the desk on his four tiny paws before he finally reaches you and settles himself next to your hand. His nose nuzzles into your palm until your hand opens and he can climb inside.
He squeaks meekly, looking up at you and you recognize that expression. As delusional as it sounds, it's almost as if he's trying to tell you something.
You know you can't understand him. It's not like he can speak. But you do know one thing and it's that you know Steven. And the fact that you cannot interpret hamster squeaks do not seem to matter when you see those soft brown eyes staring up at you. A soft glow blooms inside your chest until the worry that was there before seems to melt at the sight of him.
"It's alright," those eyes are telling you.
You take a deep breath. brushing your fingers over the soft tuft of fur on top of his soft little head and his head tilts into your touch.
Yeah... you can do this. One step at a time.
You turn your eyes back to the screen, then click the next video.
First step: Learn to keep Steven alive.
Author's note: I know it's been 101 days. I'm so sorry! Thank you lovely lovely nonny for sending me this ask and getting my ass to get kicked into gear. Also thank you to @guruan and @ems-chaos-corner for sending me hamster photos and videos for inspiration and for every other nonny and person who does this it brings me so much joy!
#oscar isaac#moon knight#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#moon knight fic#moon knight fanfic#moon knight fanfiction#marvel#marvel mcu
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🛍️ “You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat” smut, fluff, BOTH??!!
Honestly thrilled with whatever you choose, your writing makes me smile and I’m so thrilled to be apart of this celebration. CONGRATS💗
thank you so much for sending somethin' in for me to write lovely!!
chose to do smut lol so drabble under the cut!
free use!joel miller x f!reader
18+ ONLY MDNI, not putting any other warnings on these so read at your own risk
Your hips are digging into the edge of the counter in your kitchen, arms half submerged in the sudsy water that fills the sink. You’d been in the middle of doing all the dishes you’d dirtied spending the afternoon baking when Joel had come home from work early. He’d found you immediately, throwing his lunch bag onto the counter and stalking over to you, peppering kisses against your neck.
“Keep doin’ the dishes, darlin’, I’m just gonna take you right here, m’kay?” Joel tugs the waist of your leggings and panties down in one go, snapping them against your thighs when he lets them go. You do as you’re told, continuing to swirl the sponge around the bowl in the sink. The metallic clink of his belt comes from behind, a quick zip sound and a low groan telling you he’d pulled himself out of his jeans.
His fingers pet your clit, gathering your wetness on them and then reaching around your shoulder to present them in front of your lips.
“Open, baby.”
Two of his thick fingers slip into your mouth at the same moment that his hard cock splits your cunt open. You hold back from biting the skin of his fingers, a moan muffled around his hand at your mouth. He’s fucking you hard, the harsh slap of his skin on yours echoing in the silent house.
“Who does your pussy belong to, pretty girl?” His fingers slip from your mouth and leave a trail of saliva on your skin as he loosely circles his hand at the front of your neck, a soft squeeze to choke you for a moment.
“Y-You, only you, Joel.” Your hand is in a vice grip on the sponge under the water, task long forgotten as Joel thrusting into you at a pace that makes you fucked dumb. A hard slap to your ass jerks a gasp out of you, his large hand pawing at the supple skin there as he soothes the mark he left behind.
Your jaw falls open, your bliss stifling any sound you could make as Joel brings you to the edge until another slap to your ass clears your windpipe with a moan.
“Can have me any way you want.”
“That’s right, pretty girl. Just mine. No one else gets you whenever they want, you’re my good girl. Takes what she’s given happily, don’t you?”
“Yes, Joel, always want your cock.”
A groan rolls from his chest, and you can picture his head falling back as he moves his hands to your hips to roughly tug you back against him in time with each of his thrusts.
Without warning, he paints your walls with his come, duck twitching sensitively inside of you while he moans your name. He stays buried until he softens, pulling out of you with a hiss and humming satisfied as he watches his spend drip out of you.
“You’ve been such a good girl today…I think you deserve a little treat.” Before you can question him about what he means, he’s on his knees behind you and spreading your cheeks. His tongue gathers his come coating your entrance, pushing it back inside of you.
“Better keep that there while I taste you, baby. Don’t lose one drop.”
“Y-Yes, Joel.”
His mouth expertly thrusts his tongue in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him to keep his come inside. His fingers that were once in your mouth move against your clit in tight circles, and you’re pushed over the edge he’s brought you to with his cock after only a short time with his attention solely on you.
Joel pulls away, watching you tense and moaning his name, a groan coming from his chest as he watches your come mix with his as it spills out of you.
He stands behind you again, tucking himself in his pants and pulling your leggings and underwear up again. His arms circle your waist, gentle kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.
“How’s I get so lucky to have you, baby?” you laugh and brush away his rhetorical question, his arms tugging you away from I’m the sink.
“I’ll finish these, darlin’, you go relax on the couch. I’ll be right in and then we can watch that show you were talkin’ about.” A chaste kiss is planted with a smacking sound, two oats to your bum as he turns you toward the living room. You look back at him washing the dishes, smiling to yourself as you echo his question.
“How’d I get so lucky?”
#tieronecrushcandy#joel#writing#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller smut
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How the tables have turned.
HalloweenNRoc prompt by @litheneel on Twitter
Prompt: possessed by a ghost
The spectral realm was.. Uneventful, one could describe it, After Lilia and Malleus Have taken-or more accurately- kidnapped Rahma and Grim while they slept to the spectral realm to throw a party for the ghosts, The Ramshackle Duo were asked to stay in their spot and wait for their cue to come out when their friends arrived at last.
Only that Grim was not patient, and to be fair, it was hard to occupy themselves within the timeless space around them, It was a shame that the phone didn't work, too.
Rahma decided to kill off the time by drawing the architecture of their surroundings, while Grim sat in boredom beside her, his paws crossed and a pout over his face.
"Fnaaghh..They are takin' too long to get here! I wanna start eatin' already!"
The feline like monster complained while his human companion chuckled a bit and shook her head, Of course he was eager to start digging in the food. Though he was right, Their Friends- (Schoolmates as they call themselves instead) have not yet arrived, It was worrisome. Rahma could only wonder if they were alright, Perhaps they got lost? What sort of obstacles were in their way to reach the party?
"I'm done waitin'! I'm gonna dig in myself!"
Grim exclaimed as he stood up, Rahma perked up and turned her gaze to her monster companion, and shook her head
"Grim, we must wait as Lilia told us to. We can't roam around by ourselves"
The human tried to reason but to no avail , Grim had already started walking out of the room and Rahma scrambled to her feet to follow after him quickly.
"Grim! Come back here, we might get lost!"
Looking around, she noticed that her surroundings were simply stairs, lots of stairs, where did they lead? She had no idea, but the sight was making her dizzy and uneasy as she looked around for her roommate.
Suddenly she felt a hand touch her shoulder and almost immediately she jumped back in fear, though as she turned around, She saw a flash of white as her eyes widened and everything went blank.
Grim was puzzled when he noticed how quiet it has gotten, His henchhuman was supposed to be behind him!
"Oi! Where did you go, henchhuman?!"
The small monster turned around, hearing footsteps behind him, The perfect of Ramshackle finally caught up to him. Though, her movements were sluggish and stiff. However, it wasn't too surprising for Grim, his Henchhuman tended to get tired fairly quickly.
"Hey! I'm talkin' to you!"
Grim suddenly stiffened as his eyes met with the human's cold gaze, her expression shifted into one of annoyance and she groaned
"Is that Anyway a pet speaks to their owner?"
"ngh?! I am no pet! Have you forgotten who you are speaking to!?"
Grim was taken aback by Rahma's response, not once has she called him her pet, nor she had called herself his owner, not even when she annoyed or upset with him.
"All I see is a spoiled pet who needs to go to the timeout corner, You have been a very bad kitty.."
The girl stepped forward, walking towards Grim with a menacing aura, reaching to grab him, only for Grim to back away from her hand.
"What are you doin' !? K-Knock it off! I'm warning ya!"
Whatever it was wrong with his Henchhuman was scaring him! And he didn't know how to snap her out of it. Fighting was not an option, so Grim made up his mind to run back where they were supposed to be staying, with Rahma hot on his tail, chasing after him.
"Lilia!! The henchhuman is after me!"
The monster called out, hoping that the bat Fae would hear him and find a solution to this situation. Almost as if on Cue, Lilia appeared in front of him with a questioning look on his face.
"Grim? What's the matter?"
"Rahma has been acting strange! She is after me!"
Said girl had stopped her tracks when she noticed Lilia, her expression taking sour turn.
"He has been a very bad cat, No more treats for him."
The old Fae blinked in surprise at the human's tone, though he quickly shook his head
"This child is with me, Ghost. Unpossess her"
"Tch, and why should I listen to you? What are you, my dad?"
So it seemed this one was a bratty ghost, If asking nicely won't do, then a strict approach is more suitable, Fighting was off the table once more, even if Rahma had an ounce of magic upon her, she would still be no match for Lilia's magic or experience.
"I said, Unpossess this child."
Grim visibly shivered at the drastic change in Lilia's tone, the Fae was still smiling, though instead of a polite smile, it looked menacing, and the look in his eyes was enough to send anyone running for their lives.
"Ah..! F-fine.! Whatever.. This body is too weak for me"
It was quiet for a moment, before Rahma's eyes opened again and she rubbed her head, looking at Grim, who seemed to be still shivering in his spot behind Lilia's leg.
"there you are!.. Ah..did I pass out or something..?"
Lilia shook his head and smiled gently, urging the two to return back to the room
"No, Do not worry about it, it's best if you do not roam around alone however. You wouldn't want to get lost in this realm."
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Back on my bullshit! this time with a scenario I've been in before as far as the conversations go. Very lighthearted talks about asexuality and a lack of sexual connotation for the reader with a very supportive werebear partner (I'm a sucker for bears of any form lol)
"It's hot!" you groan in frustration as you lounge on the couch. Hearing the heavy steps of your sweet partner, you look up to the stout werebear, watching as he gives you a pitying smile and holds out a Popsicle.
"Might help?" He offers hopefully, watching with a proud grin as you take the treat.
You eat away at the Popsicle, watching the weather station on the TV describing a new record breaking heatwave. "Honey, I'm moments away from stripping down to nothing and jumping in the creek out back."
Boris watches you with a somewhat surprised expression before shaking his head off slightly. "Casually or?"
At that you're reminded that not everyone has a certain lack of thoughts that you do. you watch Boris sit on the couch, careful not to get too close since he knows how overheated you get when the weather is this bad. You ponder for a moment before speaking, "Casually is the only way I'd understand that to be."
Boris nods his head in understanding, leaning back in his spot and watching the TV for a moment before turning back to you. "We are aware that doin' something like that wouldn't be casual for a lot of folks, yeah?" His tone is lacking judgement but the reminder is as odd feeling as it always is.
"I don't get why, it's just skin and a body." You muse confused as you reposition to spread out slightly before speaking again, "I mean, how many times do I drag you to a museum and we see those beautiful paintings of half naked women and men? to me a body is just a body and there's nothing sexual or anything else unless the person in the body intends on it to be. I never intend that so it's frustrating to me when the rest of the world forces that assumption and intention onto me just cause I have genitals."
You hear a grunt of agreement from Boris as he nods his head, genuinely listening to your words and understanding your viewpoint. The action is all the more appreciated because you know Boris is a creature that enjoys sexual activities, but the day he learned you were asexual you both had a very long discussion about things he might say or do that he worried would make you uncomfortable and promised to stop all of those things immediately. You both figured out a comfortable way and with his assurance that he understood to never expect any sort of sexual connotation or action from you regardless of what you do or say, you were very comfortable and happy with him.
As if reading your mind, Boris once more understood that those were never your thoughts, and all you wanted was to cool off. "You can strip if you want, we're home and no one is here but us. I'll grab the box fan or if you want to be in the water that bad, the tub isn't big enough, but I can go get an inflatable pool and we can blow it up in the kitchen for you?"
At that you turn to look at Boris with the most amused expression over his offers.
The dark furred werebear watches your expression with confusion as well. "What? you want to cool off and mentioned wanting to strip and run to the creek, but don't want people looking at you with that kinda impression cause it makes you uncomfortable, so I can get an inflatable pool, we have a big enough kitchen and no one could see you and make you uncomfortable either." There he went again, being all considerate.
"I'll cut up that watermelon we got in the fridge while you do that and we can have a little party." Your grin only grows as you think of bringing the radio into the kitchen as well, not worrying about the mess and trusting it'll be messy to clean later but that's part of the fun.
Boris grins, standing and stretching from his spot before offering a paw out to you, as soon as your smaller hand was in his he easily pulled you up. Boris planted a quick kiss on the side of your head before wandering off to the garage in search of the inflatable kid pool while you wandered off to the kitchen, already tossing your shirt off as you went.
it was way too hot to be dealing with all of that anyways
#gender neutral reader#monster romance#x reader#monster boyfriend#asexual#asexuality#Boris the werebear
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Frumpkin won by a chunky margin so here we go :)
Presenting another snippet of what my WIP doc is titled,
Frumpkin Noir
He ran through the list of cats in his head, slyly looking around the room to check faces to names. Not all of them liked to hang around the human room on busy days, but he is sure he could find Ziggy. And if he could find Ziggy, he could find his first clue.
Ah, the cat of the moment was winding around some halfling child’s legs, doing his best impression of a dying orphan with gloriously shiny eyes, begging for a scrap of bacon from the halfling’s sandwich. Frumpkin rolls his eyes. He’ll need to remind Ziggy of The Rules again, but there was time for that later.
He made his way over, mrrping to catch attention. Both halfling and cat looked to Frumpkin with very different expressions; the child looked delighted and Ziggy looked guilty. A cat caught with a paw in the treat jar when there’s a perfectly full food bowl beside it. Frumpkin bumped into Ziggy’s side with a good-natured headbutt, trying to let him know he’s not in trouble. The child started to coo and aw, and Frumpkin used the noise to pass along his message.
“Heard anything new, Ziggy?”
Ziggy startled; he must have been expecting something much worse. “No sir, am I supposed to have?”
Frumpkin sighed, but disguised it under another cute mrrp for anyone listening in. “Lots of bodies in the cafe today, lots of newcomers. Something is disrupting the schedule.”
Ziggy glanced around with almost comical movement. “Maybe business is just doin’ good?”
“There’s good, and then there’s too good. This is too good. People come from somewhere. And I am curious about that somewhere.”
“Tourist season, maybe.” Ziggy’s eyes were starting to glance distractedly away towards the dangling end of bacon in the halfling’s hand.
Frumpkin gnashed his teeth. Ziggy has a point, but even a broken clock can be right once a day. Adverse as he was to admit it, Frumpkin and the catfe have not been in town long enough to experience every possible season yet. They were close, very close, but Frumplin’s data is unfortunately lacking on the last two months of the year. A point of shame he had been meaning to correct.
Frumpkin slapped Ziggy with his tail and Ziggy’s attention snapped back. “Yeah, sir?”
“Who’s been sitting outside this morning?”
“Ah! I think Awni’s been around. Why you ask?”
The words fell into the air as Frumpkin was already trotting off, an orange tumbleweed rolling away from Ziggy and his bad decisions.
#critical role fic#yall arent ready for this one#mighty nein fic#critical role fanfic#critical role#frumpkin#caleb widogast cat cafe#my fic
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happy Friday Karfy I hope you’re doin good, great, or at least okay! it’s sunny and warm where I am and I hope that shrimpy is sitting in the fattest warmest sunbeam rn
Hello anon!! It's sunny here, too! I just know that Shrimpy is enjoying a patch of sun on Remus' bed. He was digging through the trash before he came over and has left brown paw prints all over Remus' white duvet. Sirius is sniggering in the corner about it and giving Shrimpy extra treats for being such a good boy and making Remus cry.
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Bruce
A/N: Inspired by @sophie-i-guess13 and her lovely little made-up dog named Bruce! It’s way shitty- but I kinda had fun with it
“Outta the way, old man,” Buck muttered, pushing at Bruce’s hind leg to get him away from the unopened case of beer. He hooked his fingers through the flap and pulled it closer before picking it up and shifting to hold it under his arm. Bruce watched him with his cloudy eyes, tail wagging gently.
“What?” Buck asked. “You want somethin’?”
With his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth in an almost smile, Bruce trotted away, weaving between the legs of the people scattered around the bar and disappearing up the staircase. Buck assumed Bruce’d wander his way into Dally’s room and bother the kid until Dally let him into his bed.
It had been like this since that first night when Sylvia, Tim, and Dally had stolen him from his former owner’s home. Bruce had settled in rather quickly at Buck’s place. He was still missing a piece of his ear, there was nothing anyone could do to fix that, but his ribs weren’t sticking out anymore so everyone considered that to be a win. He wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination but it wasn’t like Bruce didn’t wolf down everything he was given. His fur had come in as well, no longer patchy and free of ticks and fleas after a lot of baths and hard work.
After the first week, Bruce stopped cowering in Dally’s bedroom and stopped shying away whenever someone walked by him. He made it down the stairs for the first time a few days later. Buck had been the only one downstairs at the time, standing quietly behind the bar with the jukebox playing as he polished the glasses.
“What’re you doin’ down here?” Buck asked him, smiling over at the old mutt. “Thought you were gonna be an upstairs dog with how long you been up there.”
Bruce had just stood in the doorway, his back legs still on the bottom stair as he stared back at Buck with those milky eyes. For a dog who seemed to be half-blind, Bruce seemed to get around well enough on his own and had no problem navigating the top level of the Merril establishment.
Buck just set the glass and his old rag on top of the bar and looked back at him. “You want somethin’ to drink? Huh? Getcha some water?”
Bruce wagged his tail for the first time.
After that, Bruce rarely spent any of his time in Dally’s room. He’d lay at the top of the steps while the bar was crowded and watch people walk by from the safety of the upper level. Once everyone left, he’d slowly make his way down the stairs, the tags on that old leather collar jangling with every step he took. Buck would smile and call him over and Bruce would lay behind the bar until Buck finished. His bed behind the bar was an extra comforter they had laying around upstairs folded into one of Buck’s old shirts.
Bruce slowly grew more comfortable with the crowded bar, especially on nights when Sylvia, Tim, and Dallas were hanging around. As soon as Sylvia waltzed in, Bruce was scrambling to get to her, pushing his way through the people to reach her and lick her anywhere he could, jumping up to put his paws on her legs. If Tim and a few of his boys stopped by, Bruce would go and sit by his feet, his tail thumping against Tim’s boots as the greaser scratched behind his ears. Whenever Dally finished a beer, he’d give a short whistle and Bruce would come trotting over, happily licking all the condensation off the bottle.
The regulars started getting friendly with him too. They’d bring him treats and bones, toys too on the rare occasion. Bruce soaked up all the attention, taking his goodies with a steady wagging tail before retreating behind the bar to play with them. He’d let them pet him sometimes too, pat his hind legs and rub his head before he’d walk away with his new prize held carefully in his jaws.
Bruce had a warm bed, full bowls of food and water always waiting for him in the upstairs hallway, and people who spoiled him rotten. Bruce had found his home.
#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders fanfiction#buck merrill#dallas winston#sylvia jackson#tim shepard
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OC-Tober/Tojoctober Day 4: Claws
[Hopping over to the Tojoctober list today because fuck it, Aoyagi can have some cat cafe shenanigans as a treat]
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This is what you call a "soft open" in the business. The Neko-Kai Cafe is not yet open to the general public and won't be until Saturday, but tonight Aoyagi has opened the doors just for friends and family. He uses that term loosely and tries not to think too much about what the latter half of it used to mean.
New town. New cafe. New name. New everything. It's a lot to not think about.
He spends most of the evening in the kitchen, mixing and kneading and churning out piles of baked goods. Paw print cookies, kitty-shaped anpan, scones in both sweet and savory varieties. Nothing sticky or messy, nothing that requires utensils. Coffee, too. The barista thing is not his strongest suit but he can pull an espresso and make a passable latte art paw print. (he will have an actual barista who knows what the hell he's doing when the place opens for real, but tonight it's just him running the show.)
The cats are handling themselves fine, too. Some of them were a little skittish about all these strangers in their home at first, and Shio and Kosho are still kind of huddled up at the top of the cat tree staring down at the guests and other cats like they're wondering what the hell they've gotten into. Not Miyuki, though. She took a little nudging, because she's deaf as a post and didn't know there were people here to see her. But now Aoyagi watches her work the room like she's been doing this her whole kitty life and wonders yet again: what kind of monster would dump a sweet kitty like this at the pound in the dead of night?
(rest assured that about three years from now Aoyagi will find out exactly what kind of monster would do that, and that monster will absolutely get what's coming to him)
He's putting a fresh batch of biscotti in the oven when he hears someone yelp in the main room. Ah, shit. "Everything okay?" he calls over his shoulder.
"Uh, yeah--" That sounds like Chiba, and he sounds uncomfortable, and at least two other people are laughing hysterically. "Yeah, I just--yow! Easy there, sweetheart! Here, lemme just--no, honey, no, just--hey, Amano? Little help here? Please!? Miyuki-chan's got a--"
However Chiba finishes that sentence, it's drowned out by the siren song of a very happy cat that can't hear herself, followed by even more laughter, which gives Aoyagi time to remember that oh, right, he's Amano.
"The hell ya doin' to my number one girl, Chiba-han?" Aoyagi shucks off his oven mitts and heads into the main room. "Am I gonna have to bounce ya?"
"Looks like Chiba's got a new girlfriend," Sugihara snickers.
"Well, the girls at the club are all going to be glad to hear that," Shiori needles. She has plenty of room to needle. She's a hostess at one of Chiba's regular haunts, after all.
At first glance, everything seems fine. Miyuki is snuggled up in Chiba's lap purring like a muscle car's engine, majestically fluffy head leaning against his chest, lovingly gazing up at him with those big sparkly blue eyes, enthusiastically kneading his thigh. But then her little paw clenches tight and Chiba grits his teeth and makes a weirdly high-pitched noise.
"She-she's fine," Chiba laughs nervously, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. "It's just--she's kinda perforatin' my leg here n'--ow! Honey, I'm beggin' ya, lemme--she's just gettin' awful close to my two best friends, is all!"
"What!?" Shit. He checked before he opened. He knows he did. He... thought he did? "Hang on--" Aoyagi ducks into the cats' "dressing room" and grabs the nail clippers. "Sorry, sorry, I thought I disarmed all the murder mittens this afternoon--c'mere, Miyuki-chan."
"MEEEEEEEEEHHH?" Miyuki hollers cheerfully as Aoyagi unhooks her paw from Chiba's pants leg. Chiba just heaves a deep sigh of relief.
Miyuki takes this like a pro too, lets Aoyagi sit her down in his lap and check her paws until he finds the concealed weapon, doesn't even squirm when he nips the razor-sharp tip off it. He reaches over, snags a cat treat off Sugihara's tray, and feeds it to his number one girl. "Awright, back to work with ya," he says, giving her a scritch behind the ears before she hops right over the table and back into Chiba's lap.
"Yeah, that's more like it," Chiba says, feeding her another treat off his own tray. "Not that I ain't thought about gettin' the snip, but that wasn't how I planned on doin' it."
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Strange First Impressions
This is part of the Band!HoW AoA AU
Band AU Darrell - @bluecoolr-main
Band AU Ava - @slaasherslut
Band AU Percy (Bunny) and Licorice - me!
All other characters are HoW Cannon.
The Fallen Angels finally decided to go on tour again, this time with Bunny, their shy new Bassist/co-lyricist and her emotional support dog, Licorice. The tour bus hadn't officially gotten on the road as according to their manager they were going to be sharing a Bus with Darrell Todd and his band. Darrell was an old friend of the Angels who were more than happy to see him again. Bunny immediately made herself scarce in her bunk not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her bandmates. An upside to being so small compared to everyone else was the fact that slipping away out of uncomfortable situations was a breeze! Or, so Bunny thought. Lester had caught her shimmying herself into the top bunk.
"Darlin'? Whatcha doin up there?"
"Hiding."
Lester was kind, gentle, Ava's boyfriend and the bands Drummer.
He treated Bunny like a friend instead of a stranger. He knew this would happen, the black haired girl wasn't very excitable about strangers. She had never met Darrell before.
Lester chuckled. "You'll like 'im, promise. Besides we are gonna be tourin' for a few weeks. There ain't no conceivable way ta avoid 'im…"
Bunny laid her head down on the mattress as she had successfully gotten up to the top bunk. "I know…I'm just not in the mood to greet people, okay? Can you hand me Licorice? I'm gonna lay down for a nap…"
Les understood, handing the fluffy Pomeranian up to his owner and the curtain being shut.
A few minutes later the sound of bootsteps were heard and commotion from the band was made.
"It's about time you got here! What, your old truck crap out on you again?" Lester inquired of the blonde.
"Traffic actually. Heard you bunch got a new member?"
"She's nappin' right now." Lester smiled and lowered his voice. "Poor thing is shy as the Dickens so, if she don't approach you immediately, don't take it to heart." Darrell was gently patted on the back and let go to find his Bunk and set his gear down..
The tour bus took off with it's passengers and the Band minus Bunny sat around catching up with Darrell and how he had been for a few hours. "You trying to copy me?" Bo joked with him about being a fellow slut and Darrell blushed. "You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form a' flattery. I can't help myself some days."
A groggy moan was heard and Bunny stood in the doorway. She rubbed her eyes with a fist and yawned.
Darrell could barely see under the hood of the jacket the girl was wearing, definitely something mysterious about her.
"Have a nice nap, sweetpea?" Lester asked as the girl looked up. Darrell this time could get a better look at her. Half lidded Blue eyes, the most adorable cheeks and long rave hair framed her face. The girl nodded mutely and opened the mini fridge for a Mtn Dew, cracking it open.
"Bun, this is Darrell." Ava introduced her. Bunny was given a smile, he was certainly very charming. Green Tshirt stretched taut against his pecs, blue jeans and cowboy boots. "y'know I didn't know the Sinclair's had a baby sister. And one that obviously looks up to one twin more than the other..." Darrell joked. Vincent shrugged with a smirk, passing by the girl and pulling back her hood, patting her head. "Yeah yeah..go call your girlfriend Vin..." Bo rolled his eyes, chewing on the lolipops stash that Bunny had brought with her.
As Darrell went for a handshake, Bunny picked up Licorice and oddly looked for any signs of growling or barking from the fluff ball and there was nothing but panting.
The southerner chuckled, playing along and shaking the dogs paw. "Nice ta meet you too.."
"Would…you like to hold him? He…seems to think you're an okay person…." She trailed off and Darrell agreed. "What's his name?"
"L…Licorice….his name is Licorice, Lord of the damned."
Darrell held the pom close, gently scratching him behind the ears. "Dogs are good judges a' character. Yeah that's right bud, I ain't so bad…" Bunny sat down next to Ava who patted her knee in silent praise of trying to talk to people.
This was possibly a friendship?
Bunny has no way of knowing. She could only go up from here.
Tags: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @bluecoolr-main @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @slasherscrybaby @angxlslasher @texaschainsawslvt
#darrell todd oc#Bunny Jones oc#Bo Sinclair#Lester Sinclair#Vincent Sinclair#house of wax#house of wax 2005#HoW Band AoA AU
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Mammon and The Stray Cat
Based off this (okay so idk how to make the pic work but satan is saying “He wouldn’t try to steal treats, but if he knew I liked that cat, he’d abduct it and then hold it for ransom,” He being Mammon.
Mammon sighed, looking at the cat napping on his pool table. His tail resting on his head. Mammon sat on his couch, leaning his head back. “Steal a cat for ransom” Mammon scoffed. “I should’ve thought of that,” Mammon said aloud to himself. So, Mammon might’ve followed Satan and Mc as they ventured out of the school. It might’ve been weird, but he had good intentions. He only wanted to make sure Satan wasn’t doing anything shifty. Mammon shifted on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Surely it wouldn’t take to long for Satan and Mc to come back, at least that’s what he thought. Until hours passed with Mammon still sitting on the couch playing videogames on his phone. Unbeknownst to him the stray kitten had woken up. So, he jumped slightly when he felt something furry rub against his ankle. “ya scared the crap outta me,” Mammon huffed as he placed a hand over his chess. The small stray meowed as it rubbed against Mammons leg. “whadda want?” Mammon spoke as if the kitten would response. Again, the kitten let out a small Meow followed by purrs. “Keep it down will ya?” Mammon used his pointer finger and pressed it in the middle of his lips. “Lucifer would kill me if he found ya,” The stary jumped onto Mammon lap. “Gah yer getting yer getting fur all over me,” The stay walked in small circles in Mammons lap. “Satan called ya Mr.Cat right?” Mammon tittered. “what a stupid name. Leave it to one of the smartest demons not being able to come up with a cat name,” Mammon watched as the cat sat down, unable to find a comfortable laying spot. “I know ya think it’s stupid,” Mammon grinned. Mammon examine the cat as the stray yawned. It’s teeth sharp like a vampires. Two fangs at the top and two at the bottom. It’s gray fur covered in black stripes. The stays small paws noting but white. “ya look like a tiny tiger,” Mammon petted the top of the kittens head. His white polished nails scratching behind the kittens ears. “what about Tiny Tiger, Tt for short,” Mammon smiled down at the kitten. “yea, thats such a better name ain’t it,” The stray stood up, stretching on Mammon laps. Trying to get comfortable the kitten stuck out its nails. “oi oi oi my pants,” Mammon picked up the cat. His thumbs linking underneath the cats arms. The kittens tiny body hanging in the air. Mammon out stretched his arms to keep the kitten as far as possible, “plus that hurts ya’know,” Mammon mumbled almost abashed. Mammon stood up placing the cat back onto the couch. Mammon walked towards his pool table. The stray following. “whadda ya doin?” Mammon inquired as the kitten jumped onto the table. “do ya like annoying me Tt?” After, obviously, no response mammon scoffed. “look I don’t think yer that annoying just clingy,” Mammon leaned on the pool table. His hand accidently tapping a ball. Somehow giving it enough momentum to slowly roll towards Tt. Mammon watched Tt’s eyes track the ball but he did nothing as the ball passed him. Mammon tapped another ball, watching it roll towards Tt. This time Tt got down on all fours. It’s chest on the pool table. The stays back end stuck in the air, swaying slightly. As the ball inched closer, still extremely slow, the cat got ready to jump. Then it pounced to play with the ball. Playing with it until it fell into a hole. Of course it was funny so Mammon rolled another ball just to watch the kitty play. Hours passed and Mammon was back on the couch. The cat nestle onto his thighs. Not sleeping just laying there. “hey Tt look it’s your brother,” Mammon teased the kitten by showing him his phone. It was an identical cat jumping into an window. Mammon pulled his phone away looking at one of those videos where roaches ran around the screen. “look ya gotta catch em” Mammon once again pointed his phone towards the cat. Maybe the kitten had gotten sleepy from ‘pool’ but he had fallen asleep. Mammon looked down at the small thing in his lap. Just maybe he didn’t need to sell Tt. He could get tons of grim from demons who love cats. Plus he could teach Tt tricks and get even more Grimm. Mammon smiled at his new plan. But that would have to wait a little while. Mammon needed a five-minute power nap. It’s so hard not to sleep when Tt sleeping on him. It’s calming in a way. The low but steady, non stop purring in a silent room. It was a kittens lullaby
Tt meowed whilst rubbing Mammons cheek. Repetitive meows until Mammon woke up. “shh Tt Lucifer,” Mammon Yawned. His eyes slightly close.
“Mammon what the devildom is that sound,” Satan Barged into the room. He looked across the room towards Mammon. “what.is.that,” Satan stormed down the stairs. his feet slamming against the ground.
“I-its not w-what it looks like,” Mammon sat up. Tt rolling off his chess onto his laps. Tt shook his body.
“you scummy, dumb-ass,” Satan pointed his fingers towards Mammon chess. “I knew you’d do something so selfish but somehow I didn’t think you had the ability,” Mammon felt like he was caught cheating on his partner.
“Satan you left me as soon as we entered the building. What the hell,” Mc Huffed leaning against the door frame. ‘or would it be what the devildom’ Mc thought to themselves. Mc walked down the stairs to the couch. Satans green eyes looked over at Mc. His head still pointed at Mammon.
“you didn’t tell him did you?” He raised a brow. Mc rolled their eyes.
“no, how would I if I was with you all day. I haven’t even been on my phone,” Mc placed their hands on their hip. “I can’t believe you’d expect me even though I promised” Mc mumbled. Satan turned his attention back to Mammon.
“I can’t believe you stole a kitten, A KITTEN, for ransom you-you,” Satan trailed off, thinking of an insult no brother had ever used.
“I didn’t steal no kitten for ransom,” Mammon defended. The stray beginning to meow again. Mammon instinctively petted the kitten. The nerves in Satan eyes twitched.
“Don’t lie to me,” Satan retorted.
“why would he lie,” The brothers looked up at Mc. “i mean” Mc lifted their shoulders. “If he catnapped the cat for ransom. If he did wouldn’t he tell you Satan. so you could pay him. It would be rather useless if he took the cat for ransom but you had no idea,” Mc looked down at their hands. Rubbing them together. “right” Mc added. Satan sighed letting out a huff of air. His huff moving his blond hair.
“Don’t try to rationalize an Idiots action,” Satan seem to have calm down.
“Mc right. I found Tt at the door. I took him in cause I didn’t want Lucifer to feed him to Cerberus,” Mammon stated.
“Whatever,” Satan sighed.
“Would lucifer actually do that,” Mc whispered to themselves. I know their demons but surely that’s too far.
“what’s going on here,” Lucifer barged in the room. Lucifer looked down the stairs to see Mammon,Satan and Mc all gathered around a small cat.
‘speak of the devil or would I say speak of the devildom’ Mc thought before speaking. “Mammon found a stray cat,” Mc said. Lucifer walked down towards the group. The stray once again meowing. Lucifer stood there for a second, honestly way to tired. He ran his gloved hands up his face, the palm of his hands and the tips of his fingers rested on his eyes for a few second. Lucifer found peace in the momentary darkness.
“Get rid of it,” Lucifer let his hands fall to his side.
“you’re not mad? Mammon asked, looking up at lucifer.
“Should I be?” Lucifer spoke calmly.
“no,n-no of course not,” Mammon shook his hair. His white hair being tussled around with each movement.
“Well,” Lucifer dragged out the word. “The cat, get rid of it before I feed it to Cerberus,” Mc tense up slightly. ‘He would actually do it?’ Satan walked up to Mammon.
“I’ll Take Mr.Cat” Satan grabbed the kitten from Mammon.
“His name is Tt, Tiny tiger for long,” Mammon looked down at his feet.
“No-” Mc cut Satan off.
“you couldn’t even think of a name, so Tt not that bad” Mc smiled. Satan was about to walk off but Tt jumped out of his arms and crawled back onto mammon.
betrayal
Satan was hurt, beyond hurt, Tt had jumped out of his arms to be with his disgraceful of an older brother Mammon? Satan heart ached in unbearable ways, Tt tiny but sharp class sliced Satan hurt until there was nothing but blood left. Satan hadn’t felt such immense pain during his entire life. decades upon millennia this was the action that broke him utterly.
Mammon got up from the couch with Tt in hand. Without saying much he left. Mc deciding to follow behind.
“so,” Mc leaned in closer to mammon. Their shoulders touching. “Did you kidnap Tt for ransom?” Mc smiled their teeth on display. Mammon glanced at them but then quickly looked away.
“why does it matta huh? Yer gonna go tell Lucifer aint ya?” The two walked down the hall.
“I wont, I promise, Im just curious,” Mammon walked down the large stairs. “I mean if you did it would be kinda cute that you decided not to get the ransom, I wonder why tho,” Mc peered up at Mammon. His cheeks became flushed.
“open the door will ya, Tt gotta pee or sum” Tt meowed once again, almost on cue. Mc listened than open the door. the two walked outside towards the gate.
“so does that mean you followed me and Satan?” Mc asked. Mammon didn’t answer. His whole face aflamed. Mc walked ahead and opened the gate. “Mam?”
“so w-what if i-i did it’s m-my job to keep tabs on ya, ya’know” Mammon crouched down. “so don’t go thinkin i was followin you for any other reason,” Mc smiled at Mammon response. Mammon opened his arms,letting the jump out. Tt turned around looking at mammon. “don’t look at me like that Tiny Tiger,” Mammon pouted his lips. “yer gon-” Mammon stopped as the cat ran off. “come on Tt i thought we grew closer than that,” Mammon grumbled. His rom-com “goodbye” moment ruined. Mc snickered, watching Mammon stand up and dust his pants off. “whadda ya laughing at,” Mammon closed the gate then quickly started walking towards the front doors.
“you,” Mc chuckled as they spoke. “don’t look at me like that,” Mc mimicked Mammon. Mc threw their hands up to be more dramatic. “yer gonna make this harder than it needs to be” Mc stopped looked up at Mammon. “thats’s what you were gonna say right?” Mc continued to laughed as they walked back inside.
shadd-up MC!”
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side note this is my first post. so if ya have any advice feel free to dm me.
#obey me mammon#obey me#obey me satan#cute#cat#drabble#oneshot#mammon x reader#a little tiny bit#obey me fluff
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Fnf djx headcannons!:
His name is michal
He’s actually blind and his visor was a gift from his siblings
His parents baby him cause of his condition and he’s tired of it (he’s the family drama guy-)
He uses the visor to disguise his condition so people don’t treat him differently
He has a deeper voice the regular BF
Despite not being able to see her,he still fell in love with GFs touch and voice
His main outfit outside is his default one,he wears the week 2 outfit when he’s home
He’s actually blonde but he dyes his hair pink so he’s not suspected by his parents
He also has a large family
He’s just a normal human
GFs name is wild cat
She’s more cocky and confident then regular GF but still has a compassite and soft side to her.
She has the same senses as a werewolf even in her human form
She can change into her werewolf form whenever she wants (she mostly does it when she’s angry or protective.)
She didn’t know that BF was blind until he took her on a date and showed her
Despite him being blind,she loves him more then anything,accepting him as a part of her pack.
The reason she laughs when BF breaks a combo is that she’s so supportive she supports BF when he fails and doesn’t wanna make him feel bad.
She’s mostly seen doin a blep
She’s very clingy to her family or her “pack”
Prefers to be called Dracula,his real name is Paul
Adopted GF at an adoption center when she was a baby
Raised GF as a single father
He is the sweetest and kindest vampire in the land
Is very supportive of GFs and BFs relationship
Is a weak vampire thanks to him not consuming a large amount of blood.
He’s hungry most of the time but refuses to drink blood most of the time so he doesn’t hurt anyone
(This version of daddy dearest is inspired by @wolftails-funkin-arts -)
These spooky boys are named coif (skid) and jaw (pump)
Both have the same backstory as my skid and pump only they were bullied more severely.
Coif wears a hoodie cause it makes him feel more safe
Jaw had his head ripped open by monster but due to eye magic survived,he wears more hunter is clothes cause he dreams of becoming a monster hunter in the future
Coif is more skiddish and scared,often clinging onto jaw or a blanket when scared,he’s also probably the only skid that’s afraid of thunder/lightning
Jaw is very easily irritated and angry,often screaming at everyone who comes by when he doesn’t get his way
Despite that he’s not overly hostile or violent,and he’ll treat strangers with respect
The brothers love each other as they balance each other out. Coif helping to calm down jaw and jaw giving coif confidence
If jaw ever gets close friends,he would easily choose coif over them,his loyalty to his brother is unmatched
These two live at their house alone and steal food from markets,as their mother was killed by monster
Monster doesn’t have another name.
His only close/loved one are his horde of cats
Although he kills people,he refuses to kill children
He wears rags cause he was never able to get good clothes
He doesn’t eat his victims like regular monster,he just disposes of the bodies by burning them.
Unlike Whitty she can’t blow up,she can only overheat
She overheats when she gets too violent
She has the same backstory as Whitty but she’s not outlawed thanks to her not being much of a disturbance.
She shuts down when she overheats and wakes up 3 hours later
When she’s getting heated up she can run faster and jump higher
She has a robotic voice
She tends to avoid people cause she doesn’t like interacting with people
She has a secret passion for music
Neko is non binary
They are literally just a cat that can walk on two legs
Neko can turn people into neko if thier close enough
Neko likes to act cute just for fun
Neko can jump extremely high using thier giant paws
Neko acts mostly like a cat,sometimes speaking English
The only person who’s immune to nekos magic quirk is GF
Neko is technically a stray
Neko uses thier power to force people to get them food and when they do they turn them back to normal and forces them to leave
@trying-my-best-always
@dyldragon-21
@floxy-offical
@minusgangtime
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haii mama :33 how're ya doin?? i jus got back from visiting family, it wuz real real fun!! except for on the way back home today, bio parents were gettin all grumpy n big me was VEWY tired of it.... it's all okay now though!! i've been watchin the cutscene comps of my source n there's this one guy i think's REALLY cool, he already has nicknames 4 me n the big guy (my bsf!! i mayyyy have also been a teensy bit head over paws 4 him hehe) and !! i haven't seen all of our interactions yet but but but but ! he actually treats me like a person (thats rare in source.... rahhh the downsides of bein a fuzzy lil guy >:[) and he's so cool :000 (/p) i also got a really vivid uhhhhhh first person mem which is rlly cool but also not cuz neither me or th big guy are havin a good time 'specially him.... i hope the next one's a pre-canon one those r rlly nice hehe :33 oh oh oh annnnddd i finally got some clacky slugs i've been wantin' one 4 sooooo long!! an sum kirby stuff 2 ! (shirt n sleep pants) ANNNNND beads 4 kandi an perler thingies ! gotta wait on the perlers tho cuz we're gonna get a special iron just for them!! right now i'm wearin the kirby pants n listenin 2 good mornin sunshine by aqua hehe (it reminds me of pre-canon)
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hi bubba!! im so glad you had a good time with your family! oh i love those clacky slug things, they're so fun!! it sounds like you're having such a fun time, im so glad <3
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.ೃ࿐ DUBCON + KITSUNE!DAZAI
contents: fem!reader. dubcon, coercion-ish, blah blah usual kitsune smut tropes. there isn't actually any smut in this tho, part two comin' soon...
one cool autumn evening, you decide on a whim to spend the weekend in a cottage in a forest. on your first night there, a fox pads onto your front porch and pitifully paws at your door. naturally, you open up and let the fox in—because who could resist those warm brown eyes? so you feed it a bit of your food and let the fox sleep next to you in your twin-size bed.
the next day the fox follows you around for hours, tugging at the hem of your pants and curling up on your lap whenever you sit down. it's cute and very, very clingy, which is why you dread having to leave and return to the outside world.
on your last night in the cottage, as you're packing up your things, the fox hops on your bed and rolls over, looking at you in a way that makes you think it wants you to stay. but you can't, and you actually take a couple minutes to tell this to the fox—but it's not like it can understand you, right?
you look away for just a second to grab one of your coats, and as you turn back to toss it in your duffel bag, a very different sight greets you than the one you saw moments ago. where the scruffy brown lay a second ago, there's now a handsome man with a cheeky pout on his lips.
besides the change in size and species, the first thing you notice about him is his eyes—they're the same. the same exact color. then you see his tail—no, tails—all nine of them.
"what the—" you start, cutting yourself off with a squeal when the man moves. he grins at you, stretching out his arms and legs before sitting up and ruffling his hair.
"thanks for taking care of me the past couple days," the man says with a soft smile. he tsks at the way you watch, dumbfounded and bewildered as he flicks his ears. "what, do you not know what a kitsune is? my my, these kids really don't know anythin' ..."
"this can't be real," you mumble, looking everywhere but at the man's strangely attractive features.
"are your hands shaking?" he asks curiously, warm yet piercing eyes focusing on your hands. you hide them behind your back and force yourself to stay still.
"no ... anyways, how is this—"
the kitsune prevents you from finishing your sentence by standing up and leaning in playfully, and the next thing you know he's taken you by the wrist and is pulling you back down onto your bed.
"shh, relax," he cooes, placing a finger on your trembling lips. "you let me in your bed for the past two nights, what's one more gonna do? except this time, we'll be doin' a bit more than just sleeping, if you catch my gist."
"h-huh? you try to shove him away, but it's no use—he's stronger than you, and he easily pins your wrists above your head.
"aw, c'mon, don't be like that," he huffs, watching you struggle underneath him. "i'ma make you feel so good as repayment for how sweetly you've treated me this weekend, yeah?"
"i don't—"
"you won't need to talk," he interjects, grinning down at you teasingly. "actually, don't even bother. the only words i wanna hear out of that pretty mouth of yours are my name, m'kay?"
you open your mouth to scream, and the kitsune only laughs at your unspoken threat. "you're so cute, thinkin' that anyone'll be here to help you even if you scream. you're all alone, sweetheart. and all mine."
the man leans down and nips your neck, hard enough to leave an imprint on your skin. you squirm underneath him, eyes filling up with tears the longer he teases you. the kitsune raises his eyebrows when he sees a single tear trace a line down your cheek and he scoffs in disbelief. "c'mon, sweet thing, i'm not gonna hurt you. just be a good girl and don't fight back, 'kay? i promise i won't hurt you any more than i have to. make this easy for me, mhm?"
he pauses and tilts his head, thinking for a moment. "ah, i haven't even told you my name yet, have i?" he asks, shaking his head. "silly me, how could i forget? the name's osamu dazai, and i wanna hear you cryin' it out all night long!"
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