#a permanent claim: drabble

[imaginedreamwrite]

A momentary scare — A Permanent Claim drabble

A/N: I have never been through anaphylaxis and I’m not allergic to anything so my medical knowledge might not be completely accurate

Behave, Mousey. I’ll know if you aren’t, and I’m not afraid to dole out some punishments — Curtis

“He’s still worried? He needs to relax a little, its dinner not a strip club.” Park side-eyes Nat and gives her a little smirk, the two women communicating silently while you sit around a table.

“Its Mousey,” Nat teases affectionately, “the only people Curtis is more protective over is Theo & James.”

“We’re not…” you lean forward and rest your forearms against the edge of the table. “…going to a strip club are we?”

“Not now, hun.” Nat reaches over to squeeze your hand, her smile meeting her eyes. “We’ll let you get a little more used to the club business before we throw naked men at you.”

“Or at least try to throw naked men at her. If Curtis doesn’t throw her over his shoulder first.” Pari and Nat’s teasing comes with ease, and you don’t feel dismayed by their comments.

The idea of Curtis becoming so jealous of you going to a strip club that he throws you over his shoulder was another thing altogether.

“She’s thinking of it.” Nat continued, lifting her glass to her lips. “Let that imagination run wild, its not even close to what Curtis is capable with you.”

“Oh! No, I mean I’m not…” you felt warmth pool in your belly, desire quick to follow when you think of all 6ft+ of him tossing you around.

“Ladies,” the waiter had come back to the table, first setting your drinks down, “your order will be out shortly. Another few minutes.”

“Seafood free, right? I hate to be anal but…”

“Allergies.” The waiter had nodded his head, an astute yet kind of distance in his gaze. “Everything’s taken care of.”

The waiter is quick to leave, and the three of you fall into a comfortable conversation. You drink and talk for the few minutes until your food comes, and then you add your final bits of dialogue before you start eating.

It doesn’t hit you at first, the sense that somethings wrong. Its subtle, almost as if it wasn’t there to begin with and then you feel it. You chew and swallow before you feel it becoming harder to breathe, your hands clutch the table as you recognize what’s happening.

“Y/N, sweetheart…” Natasha reaches for your hand, turning your wrist over to feel the drop in your pulse. “Call an ambulance!”

“They said it was taken care of!” Pari stands so abruptly, the chair toppled over and she’s immediately at your side, giving you support.

You feel like gasping for air yet your throw keeps growing tighter. You don’t know whether its the anxiety of going into anaphylactic shock or the idea that someone could have messed with your food that has you unable to comprehend the chaos.

“Call Curtis! Get him to meet us at the hospital!” Natasha stays behind, Pari is already leading you out toward the door.

A manager, the general manager or someone with absolute dread on their face, is coming toward you both. Your eyes burn, your skin feels hot and the urgent need to throw up is hitting you with the weight of train.

It could’ve been minutes, hours or days. You don’t recollect time between being in the restaurant to being strapped to an ambulance board. You don’t know how you managed not to completely collapse as the paramedics talk to you with muffled voices.

You feel accosted by the lights of the ambulance, you feel detrimentally conscious and aggravated with yourself for not having your EpiPen.

Everything hurts, everything is grating to your body. Your eyes begin to close as rest finds you.

“…i’m sorry…” you whisper to the person next to you, the back of an ambulance traded for a hospital bed. “…I screwed up…”

“No,” a handle yet rough hand brushes your hair back, his bright eyes linger on you, “you didn’t do anything, Mousey.”

“I didn’t know, Curtis. I told them over and over…” you felt weak still, but the oxygen mask you were given by the doctors and nurses helps enough.

“Someone fucked with your food. The cooks adhered but somewhere between it leaving the kitchen and being given to you, it was fucked with.” He leans in and brushes his lips against your forehead, kissing you softly.

“I should’ve had my EpiPen.” You whined, turning your head in embarrassment for being foolish. “I should’ve…been more careful.”

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.” He astutely gentle, keeping a rather level head now that he’s here though you know he likely gave someone hell.

“Theo & James..?”

“They’re taken care of. Steve’s girls’ got them.” Curtis answered you and slowly inched you over so he could lay beside you, and then he wrapped an arm around you.

“I told you not to get into trouble.” His grip on you was protective and firm, he was careful not to squeeze. “This is never happening again, Mousey.”

“Curtis-“ he stopped you before you could stop, pressing a finger to your lips.

“We’re getting you an allergy protection dog. That’s not a question, its happening. And you’re going to start carrying your EpiPen.” Curtis spoke with finality, you couldn’t have argued with him if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again, feeling emotional and anxious.

“I can’t fucking lose you, baby. I won’t lose you, I can’t.” Curtis closed his eyes and breathed in deep. “I would never recover.”

[hoeforhao]

🌙 Fated Under The Rain ☆ Wonwoo Oneshot ☆

↝ pairing: ex boyfriend! wonwoo × fem! reader

↝ genre: explicit language, smut with little plot, minors dni!!!!!! mutual pining but mainly from wonwoo, fluff, slight humor, overall nothing heavy just a small sensual drabble.

↝ warnings: unprotected sex(wrap it up kids), creampie, breast play, fingering, marking. Tell me if I missed any!

↝ summary: will offering lift to the man who left you in pieces amidst heavy rain lead to something your heart has been craving for months?

↝ word count: 2k(am sorry😭)

↝ author's note: was driving back home yesterday while it was literally pouring down outside, my favorite song playing on spotify and all i could think of instead focusing on the road was this plot!

Lemme know if you enjoyed the drabble! Feedbacks always make me feel warm♡

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Amidst the rain seeping it's path down the glass panels, the heaven clan's haze shielding your view from the mundane maneuver of the blurred out world, your glistening beads have found their long craved spot onto the tall, broad shouldered man standing by the signal, hair and shirt completely soaked up from the pouring skies, while his eyes were desperately searching for a way back - was it to his brick stoned house or his lost home?

"Going back home?" thrusting on the clutch and then the brake to bring your car to a halt at the blinking bloody lights, you roll down the passenger side's window as a way to offer some sort of help to the seemingly distressed man on top of the pavement.

A familiar voices grazes wonwoo's ears as his eyes shoot up in anticipation,looking for the owner of the claimed voice, only to land them on you. Did rain cloud his vision? Cuz there's no way that you were now parked beside him, asking whether he's struggling to get back home or not.

"Y-yes" the older nervously scratches the back of his head, not sure of what to say to the person he has pained so deep.

"I can drop you off, if you don't mind obviously" only you knew how hard it was for you to maintain an indifferent composure before the one man you've cared for and treasured so dearly, being fully aware of the fact that he's highly sensitive to rainwater; 'typical cat behavior' you laugh at yourself!

"No its fine. I'll find a cab soon" wonwoo tries to be as polite as possible, even though every vein of his body wants to jump into the car right now.

"I've been watching you clawing onto your scalp in frustration for the past 30 minutes and you think i'll still believe in your 'will find a cab soon'?" you genuinely didn't realise when the old habits took over the new persona and you started acting as the protective girlfriend you were, visualizing that one time he fell severely ill for days after getting poured onto on his way to the office; a memory you never wanna revisit ever again.

"Hop on quick if you don't wanna end up amongst the white walls for the second time!! Only 10 seconds are left to go" eyes quickly deviating towards the beeping timer of the signal, while you shift up the gear and slowly start bringing up your feet off the floor, ready to drive out as soon as the light turns green.

All of wonwoo's self control leave his body seeing the same old care flash by on his lost lover's face, as he swiftly pulls onto the door's latch, positioning his nearly drenched body onto the leather seats.

The defeaning silence between the two past kins were filled by wonwoo's occasional glances at the strong independent lady sitting beside him and the radio playing your favorite songs, those which you constantly looped onto spotify throughout the entire spell of your heart longing for wonwoo.

Looks like even the gods are against you today as a warm wet hand lands on yours that were stationed onto the gear beside. As much as you wanted to engulf those palms into yours instantly and never let them go, you knew quite well that he was now not yours, not your to claim, not your to hold onto. Thus the only thing you could do was keep your eyes fixed onto the slippery road infront and drive him home safe.

But the heavens knew better. Your plans were currently going for a battle with you as wonwoo kept on grazing his soft gentle digits onto the back of your hand, everytime you shifted them to change the gear, drawing small circles on them occasionally.

The sensation now reaching the threshold of your body, making your skin call for the touch of his lips and your insides craving the warmth of his body, it was time for you to slow down your car by a deserted road and park the black shiny carrier under the moonlight.

"What do you want wonwoo?" a stern yet begging pair of eyes turns towards the passenger seat, where the big man was resting his wet body on.

"I miss you y/n. I've always missed you" wonwoo now completely engulfs your palms into his, squeezing them hard from the anticipation of what's about to come his way. "Can...can i feel you for one last time, pls?"

You see the desperation behind those black boba balls, the way those droplets of tears are being held captive in the backroom; besides it was gradually getting hard to ignore the pained screams of your body to feel him beneath you. Abandoning all the huff,anger, hurt that made their home in you for so long, you fleetly jumped out from the driver's seat while pushing back wonwoo's to make enough space for you on his lap.

Startled by the sudden presence of your wet clothed cunt over the tent in his tight jeans, wonwoo's body jolts up in the heat flowing through him, dulling his morals and senses as he only wants to fuck the life out of you right now ; and he shows no delay in his endeavor as he clings his mouth onto your neck like a beast deprived of his meal for months, loitering the supple skin beneath with his marks.

"I missed you so fuckin much y/n" he whispers into your nape, hands roaming up your waist, under your satin shirt, caressing the soft pillowy tummy he has always preferred laying on, pawing onto your boobs over the black lacey bra you wore to work, for lord knows what reasons; while his lips now clutched themselves to your plumpy vanilla lips.

"May I, please?" there's literally not a single person on the earth who can say no to those pleasing kitty eyes. So you just hummed against the kiss - not a passionate one but a longing one; wonwoo's lips were moving on yours in such insatiable hunger that it seemed like he wanted to imprint the taste onto his mouth forever, who knows if he'll ever get to feel them again....as if his lips have finally found their twin flame they've been craving for months now!

One single go signal from you and wonwoo wasted no time in tugging onto the buttons of your flowy shirt, ripping them open in just a matter of seconds. His eyes lit up like an excited puppy upon seeing your bare skin, glowing under the moonlit rainy sky....oh how he has missed this sight of yours so much, you whimpering on him, all vulnerable and begging for his touch against your heated core.

"Fuck you're still so sweet my love" he moans into your jiggly soft boobs, mouth fixed onto one of your hardened nipples, while he pawed at the other one.

The words 'my love' from the mouth of the one your heart still belongs to, still craves for and still wants to be claimed by, does no good in controlling the dripping from your already soaked pussy, as you start roughly grinding against his clothed length.

"Hmmm so impatient for my cock, aren't you pretty baby" a wide smirk creeping it's way onto wonwoo's face as he notices you getting impatient to feel him inside you. Finding it exciting and a prideful moment for him, the hand that was kneading onto your doughy mounds now trails down to your panties under the very convenient skirt your were harboring ; drawing his cold fingers over your sensitive clothed clit sending your head thrown against the windshield of your car.

"Pls..pls stop teasing and fuck me already wonu" you were yourself amazed at how desperate you seemed for his cock in your throbbing pussy.

"But I don't have a condom sweetheart" wonwoo knew absolutely well that you didn't give a damn about having unprotected sex with him as he smirked onto the skin around your nipples, teasing your wet sticky fold with his free fingers ; pulling out a string of slick from your pussy infront of you, he proudly shows you how much of a slut you're for his touch.

"You..ahh...you think...I....shit...fuckin care about having a condom right now? Just go in raw please....haven't felt your cock in me....for so long....fuck" lord if anyone ever got near to the black beauty parked on the roadside and heard the lewd sounds escaping your lips, they would surely be traumatized for days, but that was the least of your concerns now.

"As my princess wishes" and with that wonwoo quickly moves his limbs towards his pants, shoving down the chain of his trousers in the flick of an eye, while he finally releases his strained hard cock from its restraints, precum leaking down its tip as he tries to slightly palm down the pain before sheathing them into your walls.

"Just as tight as I left it" he growls onto your neck as his cock now thrusts into your slick walls at a inhumane pace, as if he slowly down, he'll forever lose the warmth of this pussy. "Fitting me so well into the mould u created only for me to fill"

The rain outside and the haze of all the juices leaking from the two bodies inside the car, creates a mystical world bounded within the tinted glasses of the vehicle, while wonwoo keeps on fucking you dumb onto his lap.

"I...I'm near wonw-- ah fuck" you lose control over your core muscles at the sensation of wonwoo's tip hitting your womb, as your core's glistening cream paints his black jeans white ; not to mention you were now embarrassed at the fact that he has to go home with such stained pants....or maybe not-

"My pretty little whore, so glowy after ruining my new jeans huh" you can feel wonwoo's pace slowing down a bit, knowing quite well what's about to follow. "Lemme return the favor and ruin your insides, ruin your pussy so that no one can get to bury themselves in you, except me.....only my hole to fuck"

Wonwoo's body falls limp onto the headrest of the seat as he shoots his entire load into you, cock still moving amongst your walls, fucking his seeds deep inside you.

"Can i have another chance, please?" wonwoo finally looks you into your pleasure coated eyes while shifting you on his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, resting his sweat forehead onto yours.

"At what? Fucking me?" you were seemingly confused at his words as you didn't think he would be wanting anything else other than sex, after how he let go off your hand in the middle of you two's promised path, 8 months ago.

"No...no...at l-loving you, pls" his voice suddenly portrays a cast of regret and pain, "I know I fucked up, I hurt the one I've loved with all my might all this time. I...I could never get you out of my head y/n, my eyes and my heart kept looking for you at every corner of my messed up life. Pls, will you give your catto one last chance?" something unexpected rolled down wonwoo's cheeks and it was none other than tear drops. Was...was he really crying for you, begging you back into his arms again?

"This time if you leave, I'll make sure to castrate you, so that you can't ever get a girl around you after me" you laugh onto his skin while placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, your fingers wiping off the dried out tears on his cheeks.

"I'll happily place my dick under your guillotine, my highness" wonwoo hasn't felt this happy since months, heart fluttering at the thought of walking beside you again, fingers locked into one another's.

Your heart swells looking at the misty scene outside, remembering how the first time you two decided to date, it was raining cats and dogs as you were pulling him under a tree to sheath yourselves from the rain...and now when the skies decided to grant you another chance at healing your soul with the one you loved, it's raining heavily - again!!!

"Eh but what about your pants wonu, how will you go home with these...ummm...stains" a genuine question you've been dying to ask him, as you surely don't have a change for men's jeans in your car.

"Who said we are going home baby"

[magewritesstories]

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summary; jujutsu kaisen characters and music tw; none note; just a lil drabble as i work on some longer fics words; 479 jujutsu kaisen masterlist // main masterlist

Thinking about Satoru Gojo who drags you away from the kitchen counter whilst you're making dinner just to put on one of the cheesiest romance songs known to mankind and put one hand on your waist and intertwines the other with his, waltzing through your living room (Megumi complains you've permanently ruined The Night We Met for him.)

Thinking about Yuji Itadori who suggests watching one of your favourite musicals for your weekly movie night, even though technically you picked the movie last time too, and basically squishes you two together in a blanket burrito that never lasts long because of course he has to dance and shout sing The Room Where It Happens at the top of his lungs.

Thinking about Nobara Kugisaki who lends you one of her earbuds and plays a chill playlist whilst letting you rest your head on her shoulder as the two of you sit on the train back home after a long and hard day of shopping, not even making a remark as you basically turn into deadweight leaning against her when you fall asleep halfway the trip.

Thinking about Megumi Fushiguro who makes and sends you playlists whenever you're reading one of his book recommendations and is totally nonchalant about it but you notice the slight red on the tips of his ears when he asks if you liked the playlist and book next time you see him.

Thinking about Maki Zenin who just stares at you with a confused expression as you tell her you've made her a work-out playlist and claims that she doesn't listen to music when working out (or at all) much but somehow the songs make it to a pretty high ranking on her Spotify wrapped anyway.

Thinking about Yuuta Okkotsu who just sits in front of you at your favourite coffee shop, smiling and nodding along as he lets you rant on about music, from the different genres to the meaning behind the lyrics of your favourite songs—he just sits there happily and listens.

Thinking about Toge Inumaki who lets you use his—very expensive—headset to increase the first-time listening experience of your artist's latest album, and sits there patiently as he watches you go through so many emotions and make faces he didn't even know you were capable of making.

Thinking about Kento Nanami who doesn't really listen to music that much but installed Spotify on his phone anyway for the sole reason of making a playlist that consists of your favourite songs so that he can play them during long drives.

Thinking about Suguru Geto who has a small radio-shaped speaker with its own permanent spot on the breakfast counter that you got from Mimiko and Nanako as a present, there's almost always soft lo-fi tunes coming from it but especially when you're lazing on the sofa together running your fingers through his hair.

[inkykeiji]

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you make a mess of me

alastor x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, blood + blood eating, periods, dry humping, biting (hard enough to break the skin), toxic relationship, noncon, possessiveness + entitled behaviour, pet/master dynamic, unintentional overstimulation + multiple orgasms, unrealistic amount of period blood, slashing/cutting the skin, alastor is getting off on the pain he’s inflicting on you ⋆ words: 3.8k

asking alastor to ride him

alastor x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, heavy pet/master dynamic, use of Master and Sir, toxic relationship (alastor is mean!), overstimulation, dacryphilia, use of pet as a term of endearment and degradation, minimal prep ⋆ words: 3.4k

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vox showing you his extensive hat collection

vox x reader ⋆ warnings: none! just fluff hehe ⋆ words: 374

vox + marking you (permanently)

vox x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, marking/branding (carving something into the skin), blood, toxic relationship, extreme possessiveness, daddy kink, dacryphilia, fem!reader, minimal/no prep, dubcon if you squint, pet names, painful sex, reader doesn’t get to orgasm ⋆ words: 1.8k

vox + his tendency to laugh out words

vox x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, toxic relationship ⋆ words: 541

vox + electrical play

vox x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation ⋆ words: 428

vox + cum

vox x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, snowballing (cum eating), cum play, a hint of implied blood ⋆ words: 735

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valentino + always needing something of his inside you

valentino x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, possessiveness, toxic relationship, daddy kink, gun play, slight oral fixation, fem!reader who has unspecified piercings ⋆ words: 687

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alastor + always needing your body touching his

alastor x reader ⋆ warnings: no smut but still 18+, heavy pet/master dynamic, toxic relationship, blood, alastor is obv experiencing intense feelings of infatuation ⋆ words: 818

alastor + allowing you to ride him

alastor x reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pet/master dynamic (use of the term Master), toxic relationship, edging, pet names, fem!reader ⋆ words: 665

alastor + dressing you in white

alastor x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, heavy pet/master dynamic, toxic relationship (condescension), blood + blood eating, slight gore, fem!reader ⋆ words: 1.8k

alastor + dressing you (in general)

alastor x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+ for mature themes (no smut) minors do not interact, fem!reader, pet/master dynamic, toxic relationship (possessiveness; reader is nothing more than a silly little doll for alastor to play dress up with), implied size difference, a hint of blood ⋆ words: 1.1k

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daddy lucifer will spoil you rotten but he will not tolerate disobedience

lucifer x fem!reader ⋆ warnings: 18+, daddy kink ⋆ ask drabble

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platonic cuddling with husk on a rainy day

lil daydream drabble!

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hazbin men + brushing your teeth for you

vox, val, alastor, lucifer ⋆ warnings: implied smut in some; 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink (+ papi for val), toxic relationships, pet/master dynamic (for alastor), reader is a bit of a brat with vox, implied drugging the night before (val), praise + pet names, fem!reader, reader is carried in val’s ⋆ words: 2.7k

[gyuhanniescarat]

mr. (not so) perfectly fine | Wen Junhui | Masterlist

: ̗̀➛ summary: Junhui the campus heartthrob and infamous frat boy thinks he knows all there is to know about matters of love and lust. But, through a fucked ass bet with his frat bros, as the weather starts dwindling down and the emotionally charged season picks up, Junhui learns the hard way that matters of love and lust aren't to be played with.

: ̗̀➛ pairing: fuckboy!junhui x naïve!virgin!fem!reader

: ̗̀➛ genre: porn with HELLA PLOT (minors dni! — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door), university!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, angst

: ̗̀➛ rating: (M) 18+ (chapters containing explicit contents will be marked as so)

: ̗̀➛ warnings: fake dating, university!au, junhui's an egotistical asshole at the beginning (my huihuis i'm sorry plz don't k*** me), junhui is slightly aged down (by 2 years), frat and sorority life, loads of stereotypical fall time college activities, mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption. any names of other idols are considered to be OC's/face claims. see individual chapters for a more detailed list of warnings.

: ̗̀➛ collective word count: estimated 20k(+)

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[theres-a-body-here]

First Mark

Male!werewolf x Male!reader drabble

<-Previous - Next->

On the forth day of his heat, you and Josh decide to take things further.

His tail wags furiously behind him as he sits expectantly on the bed, watching you closely. In front of him, you sit naked, examining your body carefully, deciding where exactly you want his mate mark to grace your skin permanently.

Mutters escape your lips as you think of where you want him to bite you.

Running your hand along your left side, you muse aloud, "Maybe here?" before moving higher to grip your shoulder, continuing, "Or perhaps here instead?"

Josh could already picture you marked – your smooth skin adorned with his claim, announcing to the world that you belonged solely to him. The thought made him so happy.

Eventually, your fingers trace the curve of your neck, settling comfortably in its crook. With confidence, you declare, "Right here."

At the sight of your chosen spot, Josh's eyes widen, unable to contain his eagerness. He asks excitedly, "Are you sure?"

Softly, you confirm your decision, "Yes, I'm sure."

Silence falls upon the room once more as you gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.

Then, slowly, Josh pulls you close, enveloping you in a tender hug.

Feeling his fur against your exposed skin sends a wave of comfort coursing through your body, eliciting a quiet moan from deep within your core.

The only sounds that break the serene silence are the rhythmic thumps of Josh's tail against the sheets.

Josh breaks the silence with a soft, concerned whisper, "It's going to hurt…" His tone suggests that he expects you might change your mind at the last minute.

However, undeterred, you reply quietly, "I know," tightening your grip around him in a show of support.

Preparing for the pain that lies ahead, Josh adjusts his position, opening his maw wide. Holding you close, he guides your head back gently so that your neck rests perfectly beneath his sharp teeth.

"I'm ready."

[definitelysel]

family amidst sorcery — drabble, fluff, angst in the end if you squint because jjk manga :')

gojo satoru x fem!reader

not proof read

w/c : 500-ish?

Nobody says anything, but it is an established fact that Megumi has turned into Satoru's child courtesy of you. It was something that Satoru had never planned. He couldn’t imagine himself as a good parental figure for anyone.

If you asked anyone who had known Gojo Satoru since high school, they would all pray for the child who was unfortunate to fall under Satoru’s surveillance.

Honestly, Satoru swore that he would never deal with children because they are annoying and have been permanently scarred since the Rika Amanai Incident, but ever since you crash-landed in his life...You are adopting kids left and right. Megumi? Yuuji? Nobara? All your children.

Nobody was safe from your sight. Even the second years had become your children. You had the tendency to treat everyone like children and tend to them. In short, you were complete of Satoru. 

Yuuji and Nobara wanted steak? Done. Taking students on a vacation after rough missions? You coaxed Satoru into agreeing. He had to admit that he had grown fond of this little sorcerer family you and him had built. It was unironically, his place of solace and happiness.

Everyone had their humorous moments with you two as their guardians, especially Megumi who terms Satoru as his benefactor has his slip-ups and he ends up referring to him as 'dad.'

"You think of me as a father figure, Megumi?" Satoru's tone brightened up like a flashlight and he dramatically placed a hand on his chest, appearing touched by Megumi's words. Which he was, actually.

It reassured him that he wasn't as bad of a guardian as he had originally thought.

"What? You? As my father figure? You are much more of a bother figure." Megumi did a double take and quickly got defensive, yet one could see his cheekbones and earlobes pink up in embarrassment. You and Satoru chuckled at the sight of him grumbling.

"I am glad my ears are sharp otherwise I wouldn't have caught that." Satoru smiled and ruffled Megumi's hair. He had the tendency to do that. If you are shorter than Gojo Satoru, he would ultimately pat and or ruffle your hair which happens a lot since in most cases, you are shorter.

"You are hearing things, old man." Megumi sighed and was about to leave before you called him. "Hey! 'gumi! Don't go without eating."

He turned around and returned to indulge in the meal you had cooked for him as you and Satoru hung around the kitchen counters. The food was like a warm hug for him. A soft smile threatened to creep onto his face but he suppressed it.

After finishing, he got up and looked at you before saying, "Thank you. I appreciate it." There was a brief smile on his face which soon faded away as he made his way towards the door.

"Did you see that? Megumi can smile!" Satoru marvelled.

"Of course, he can, dummy!" You retorted.

He quietly chuckled before exiting to go and regroup with Yuuji and Nobara.

Needless to say, Megumi is too prideful to admit that he enjoys this found family, you three had created amidst the chaos of the jujutsu world where death was around the corner each day.

It was nice. Too nice. It was only a matter of time till this short-lived moment would be shattered.

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a/n : idk i have just mentally adopted megumi and probably every 1st and 2nd year. They are all so squish squish.

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hey, congrats!! totally deserved AND your celly theme is super cute!! So so so sorry this is super long

SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!

This is totally self indulgent but!! Hobie is such a craft guy. It’s totally punk, obviously, DIY that shit!! He maybe won’t call them dates out loud, because labels or something, but he invites you on crafting dates, he’s got boxes of materials and trinkets—beads, buttons, bottle caps, sewing supplies, glue, you name it. Crafting dates are the greatest because making things with/for people you really like can be so intimate

I’ve also been spending my last few days making pins, and tonight, I accidentally sliced my fingertips with an exacto—I think Hobie’s crafting supplies and his suspiciously well-stocked first aid supplies are near eachother for convenience when crafting and totally not because he has a super secret spider-man alter ego

no because ur so right anon

hobie brown is such a crafty guy!!!! you would think he thinks it’s lame and nerdy cos he’s such a cool guy but honestly he thinks it’s totally punk. he for sure is always cutting up his clothes, adding pins to them, making them look better and more unique because why would you want to dress the same as everyone else? he has a bunch of unfinished projects around his place, a vest he was adding patches to or a pair of jeans he was drawing spiderwebs all over in permanent marker but never got round to finishing. sometimes he’ll buy something just for the sake of cutting it up and ruining it (aka, making it better).

when he finds out you’re into crafts too — maybe he compliments a piece of jewellery you’re wearing and you beam, all thanks!! I made it!!! — hobie is immediately smitten. he’s like woah! that’s sick, can you teach me? (cos he’s totally smooth like that. he’s been watching you from across the pub all night and this is the perfect excuse for a ‘date’), and of course you say yes — if a pretty boy like hobie is asking to spend time with you you’re not gonna deny him.

you end up going to his place, and you bring some of your own supplies of course, but he surprisingly already has so. much. stuff. beads and wire, buttons and string, scraps of fabric, a janky old sewing machine that was probably second-hand but it does the job!! you teach him how to make earrings and you both end up making a whole bunch of them and then when you’re done he gives you his favourite pair, claiming pretty jewellery needs a pretty face to go with it :))

after that, craft dates become a regular thing with you and him. you make all sorts of things together, taking turns teaching each other the skills you already have. or sometimes you’ll be doing your own separate projects but in the same room, hobie’s music playing in the corner while he works on a pair of patchwork jeans and you work on a crochet top. after a few of these ‘dates’, hobie asks you out with a handmade necklace that holds one of his guitar picks on the chain. of course you say yes and keep the necklace forever and ever!!!!

also yes he absolutely has a first aid kit on hand. not so much for himself, usually when he cuts himself or pokes himself with a sewing needle he’ll just let it bleed lmao. but once you start coming over more he’ll make sure it’s always fully stocked. and when you hurt yourself, even if it’s just a tiny paper cut or something, he’ll dote on you, kiss it better, and wrap it in a spiderman bandaid <3

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★ - angst ✦ - yandere ▹ - paused

❀ - fluff ❉ - idol au

ツ - smut இ - non-idol au

✎ - ongoing ✿ - hybrid au

☾ - completed ♪ - mafia au

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Ot7/MULTIPLE

SERIES

⤷ Safe and sound ❀ ツ★ ✎ இ ✿

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

⤷ Querencia ❀ ★ ✎ இ ✿

Summary: When you find a stray, sweet cat hybrid on the street, you absolutely can not say no to taking him in, even if he comes in a pack with two other members. The only issue? You run into more stray hybrids and you just have to take them in.

Genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, hybrid au strangers to friends to lovers au..

ONE SHOTS

⤷ Stuck in the middle (KNJ - MYG) ★ ❀ ツஇ ✎

Summary: You’ve always had issues with your boyfriend, sometimes you’d considered breaking up, but something always kept you with him. You always knew he was a bit more on the violent side, more verbally than physically, but you never considered it as too much. He was your first boyfriend and led you to believe no one else would want you as much as he would, claiming you have too many ‘imperfections’. You always believed him until two men help you realize just how wrong he was.

Genre: smut, fluff, threesome, angsty?

OTHER

⤷ Dilf!bts ✎ இ..

⤷ Song inspos ✎ ★ ❀ இ..

⤷ BTS x sick reader ❀ ✎ ❉

COMING SOON…

SERIES

⤷ All Shall Fear Him ★ ❀ ツ✎ ♪ இ ▹

Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.

Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut…

DRABBLES

⤷ Comforting cuddles ❀ இ

Summary: Reader is scared of thunder, and Hoseok is there to comfort her.

ONE SHOTS

⤷ Delicate ★ ツஇ

Summary: You were never allowed over at your sugar daddy’s place, and whenever you’d ask why, he’d make up an excuse, “my house isn’t the cleanest at the moment.” Or, “I’m renovating right now.” Yet one day, he finally has enough of your begging and caves in, but what will you do when you find out your sugar daddy isn’t single like you’ve been under the impression of, but a married man.

Genre: Sugar daddy au, smut, angst.

COMING SOON…

SERIES

⤷ Limerence ★ ツ✎ ✦ ♪ இ ▹

SERIES

⤷ The Mockingbirds Song ★ ❀ இ ✿ ▹

Summary: You had fled from your old home, your old owner, your old life in hopes you’ll find a better one. You ran as far as you could, as much as you could, until you couldn’t. Left for dead, you have no hopes you’ll make it to see the light of the morning.

Genre: angst, fluff…

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OTHER

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For Thursday maybe biker!curtis and mousy rebuild a bike but a mini bike for the boys

Love your writing 💕

Curtis gripped the tie rod end in his left hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the part giving him the most trouble and the tool that should have helped. He was feeling himself growing far more agitated than not, his teeth grinding the longer he stared at the piece of metal that alluded him.

“Curtis,” he heard your voice and your soft footsteps as you crossed into the garage, “Theo and James went with Scott and Osita-“

“Little bear,” Curtis threw the tool down and stood, cracking his knuckles and his back simultaneously, “Scott calls her little bear.”

“That’s so cute!” He was mystified by your soft giggle, the way your lips quirked and your eyes brightened with amusement had endeared him. “Little bear-“

“Come here, baby.” Curtis drew you over to him and the mini-bikes he was rebuilding for the twins. “I want to teach you how to fix these.”

“For the boys? Curtis, they’re going to love these!” You beamed, his ray of sunshine and slowly inched forward, studying the mechanics under the seat. “You really want my help?”

“Come on Mousey,” Curtis nudged you, more lightness within him now than ever, “I’ll teach you. I’ll reward you for every right move you make.”

“Sounds fun, but what’s the punishment?”

“I’ll spank you, you like being spanked.” Curtis bent down and grabbed his tool, handing it over to you. “Either way you win.”

“I win.”

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Proof no. 11 [BUG BITES]

@/sunnysidejin: the audacity of this man to walk to the airport with a hickey on his neck

2020. Jin was photographed by the waiting press when he arrived at an airport in California, wearing a simple cardigan over his plain white shirt and pants. His face was covered with sunglasses and a face mask since he doesn’t want to show his post-sleep face. He even has a cap on for his unstyled hair. But the only thing he left uncovered revealed something.

Just below his left jaw, a couple of reddish bruises can be seen exposed. It’s not that big. But it was noticeable due to its color. The fans had a laugh at it, joking about the fact that it might be hickeys. Shippers also pointed you as the suspect for the bruises. 

@/1204zip: didn’t even bother to hide it with concealer 😭

@/mundanemundane: i just know yn is laughing at home, seeing y'all's reaction to those hickeys

Months later, you went live on Instagram. You were doing your makeup for a simple day in your life when a viewer noticed something on your collarbone. It was a dark blueish small spot on your skin.

“What’s… on your… collarbone?” you read the live comment as you apply moisturizer. “Oh, it’s a bug bite, people. I went hiking with friends last week and leaned on the wrong tree. It was horrible. But it’s better now!”

As usual, some fans claimed it was probably a hickey (from your secret partner or maybe *coughs* Jin who they said is getting back to you). But there are still people who believed your reason behind it. To be fair, you did post a nature picture on your Instagram Stories related to your hiking with friends before the whole live thing.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Hi, Ro😌❤️I love the new hospital drabble😌❤️

And I also had a good laugh reading that Ari had a hard time trying to explain why he called her his wife in the hospital🤣🤣

Though... it couldn't be the only time that Ari sneaked behind her back and called her wife, no?👀👀👀 like he can be all possessive and claiming when he needs to be😩🤭

Warnings for some spice. I mean, whoops again, gang 🥵😩 I have no one to blame but myself. OH NO. THIS SUCKER IS GETTING THE MATURE LABEL. WC 1.2k

3 x Ari Faked It + the 1st x It Was Real, a terribly titled Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

1.

The hospital was a pretty special circumstance because the nurses weren't going to let him see you if he didn't lie, however, Ari becomes a bit notorious for not correcting anyone who calls you 'Mrs. Levinson.'

Your friends at the bar ask him how 'the misses' is doing when you're not around, and that very small thing usually brings a smile to his face. For a while, Ari thinks to himself that it's just the equivalent of saying 'your girl,' and he just moves on with the conversation.

2.

A reservation for a nice dinner he takes you to on your birthday is under his name, and the woman leads you to the table with a simple "right this way, Mister and Misses Levinson."

Since it's just the hostess walking you from point A to point B thirty feet away, Ari hardly thinks it's worth the time to explain that you two aren't married...and you don't mention that either.

That gets him thinking. Would you take his name?

The idea rattles around in his brain, popping up randomly in between bits of chatting, but he never says anything out loud.

Of course, Ari's in love with you and you're in love with Ari. He loves you and you love him, and he knows that. But you don't...discuss future things with him much because you're trying not to scare the chronic nomad off. It took enough nudging (and then straight-up fighting) to get him to move into a house he was already building for you for fuck's sake.

And yes, Ari is still the type of man who would panic and run to the bar with José and Dimitri if you started talking about wedding things like guest lists and themes and flowers. He's not there, and he doesn't enjoy that even if it's you. He simply isn't that man.

The idea though...

That idea of saying you are his wife is different. That's not a possession in the physical sense. He's never wanted much in the way of 'stuff,' and he didn't put much effort into keeping his family around once he joined the military. Marrying you would not be a big deal to him in terms of ownership.

Nope. What strikes Ari deep in his gut is that you'd claim him as your family, you might want him bound to you in that way, and you might be his permanent home.

Something about that makes Ari feral, and on the way home from your dinner, the instant he pulls his keys out of the ignition, Ari slides across the leather seat and pins you to the door with a hot and heavy kiss.

When you finally convince him it'll be more comfortable to exit the vehicle, he doesn't let you get far, hoisting you up against the side of the truck until your arms stretch over the lip of the flatbed. That shiny little skirt you wear gets pushed up to your waist, and Ari fucks you right there in the dark driveway.

Happy birthday to you indeed.

3.

Um, so then there's the time Ari will never, ever speak of to anyone other than you ever.

Maybe a month or two after you find out you're pregnant, Ari's boss's boss has a big party at a large corporate space the company just completed. The Big Boss's wife thinks you and Ari are married, and again, because it's an unnecessary conversation to have with someone you may never see after that night, you two nod and smile and move on.

There's so much drinking at the party which, of course, you can't partake in. It's not that you aren't having fun and meeting interesting people, but...

Let's put it this way: you are extremely horny during those months after the morning all-day sickness subsides, and Ari is not drinking in solidarity with you. What the hell else are you gonna do but find a random small room to pull your panties down just far enough for him to sink into you from behind? Is he supposed to stop himself from using one hand to support your faint baby bump? Is he gonna not use the other to furiously work your clit? Is he supposed to deny you two orgasms while he gets to watch you pinch at your bigger breasts from over your shoulder?

He's not a monster, so, yeah, he does all those things. He hasn't gotten the chance to figure out how to propose for real, but it works as a really intense turn-on for you, apparently, to hear him praise you as 'Mrs. Levinson' even just once when he whispers for you to be quiet. He does not actually care if you stay quiet, for the record. He kinda just wants the excuse to say it. If he's not mistaken, that made you come pretty fucking hard. Noted.

All in all, he is very courteous of the space, makes sure none of his cum drips out of you before replacing your panties, wipes himself with his handkerchief then pockets it so there's no trash (or evidence), and other than your hands braced on the wall at some point, nothing was touched. Also, Ari thought it was maybe the hottest sex of his life.

He is not, however, going to tell anyone that.

+1.

Out of necessity, you two don't spend much money on your wedding. It's a small (we are talking intimately small) Jewish ceremony followed by a huge backyard party with friends. It seemed more important to purchase Ari his coveted grill instead of investing too much in the pomp of a wedding. (Additionally, you couldn't really spend on even a small wedding until after getting a car fit to transport a baby, so Ari sold his beloved truck--to José, thank goodness--and you bought a bigger vehicle with a backseat. You are reluctantly driving now, but it's mainly in case of emergencies. The ultimate plan is for Ari to buy the truck back from José since his friend is also saving for a nicer car himself. It's all very tidy.)

The grill though! Ari's ecstatic. Now he can cook all sorts of stuff for you and little Rachel, your daughter, named after Ari's mother. Rachel, of course, can't eat anything from the grill yet, but that just gives Ari time to master his skills.

If the ceremony had been bigger, you two would have had the yichud--a bit of time together alone before leaving with your guests--but Rachel wakes up from a completely dead sleep in José's arms to demand attention...and you've got to get home to start cooking.

So it turns out that Ari doesn't have any chance to really converse much with you until Rachel is busy being passed around the guests outside and the food is all served. Dimitri is entertaining everyone by leading in lawn games. Ari takes his moment to steal you away to the bedroom.

He's not emotional he's extremely emotional, but he makes sure the first time he ever calls you Mrs. Levinson for real is while tenderly making love on your wedding day.

Well, the first time on your wedding day because there are a few more times after your guests leave and Rachel is put to bed. Just saying.

Ya know, I have never written any 3+1 or 5+1 fics... Huh. Didn't realize that until now.

Still have zero chill and posted anyway. So sue me, I like reading people's reactions as soon as possible...

Hope you enjoyed this bit of spice, and thank you for reading!

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No minimum word count. Drabbles, short fics, multi-chapter fics — all are welcome. 

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[f1-disaster-bi]

My little unclaimed demi-God Lando random drabble:

"It's a little lonely in here" Lando fiddled with the hem of his sweater as he spoke. His eyes casting around the bare cabin that had been built to house those that showed up unexpectedly. Most of the God's had gotten better at claiming their children, but sometimes it still took a day or two to grab their attention so Chiron and Mr D had built this cabin. After he had been here for two years, Chiron had sadly had a separate built for Lando. He had told him he deserved his own space, and Lando had just bitten his lip and nodded. He was grateful for it now, but back then it had just been a reminder to his young self that he was unwanted by the Gods. Now, he just called it home and was glad to have a place to hide from the kids that whispered about him around the campfire. A little yip pulled him from his thoughts, and Lando smiled for what felt like the first time in months with all his friends being away with their families. They wouldn't return to camp until summer, or if something happened that required the demi-gods to rally, but now he wouldn't be so lonely. Three sets of green eyes blinked up at him as a tail wagged and thumped against the wooden flooring. The little pup of Cerberus let out a soft woof. It's little feet doing a little tip tap motion as if they were waiting for Lando’s attention. "But I guess with you here, I'll finally have a permanent friend, huh?", Lando cooed as he lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the floor. The pup wasted no time, crawling into his lap. One head pushed against his hand. The middle head of the pup rubbed against the one begging for pets while the third lay on their paws, yawning as its eyes closed sleepily. He still didn't know how he hadn't seen it when he had first found the pup in the forest but now with its glamour down, he could see the little Cerberus for what it was. In the forest, it had just looked like a normal pup. It was only when one of the older kids went to shove Lando into the water that the glamour had dropped. As he scratched behind one of the ears of the three headed dog, Lando couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up with a pet of Hades but honestly, he was just happy ro have the company. "I guess I should name you, huh?", Lando hummed, trying to fill the ever present silence in his cabin, "If you're staying, that is"

[punemy-spotted]

WIP Wednesday: 16 Tons

It's Wednesday, my dudes, and therefore I'm getting in the spirit to share a new WIP... because I can.

Please enjoy a preview of a new Curtis Everett fic set in my Down Here, in this Valley universe. Featuring Miner!Curtis, a Witch!Reader, and a whole lot of Lore™

Warnings: discussions of death; a relatively brutal murder scene; burn scars; my limited understanding of how medicine works; exploitation of workers; the fic is dark because the content is; THIS IS A HORROR FIC; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (MIND THE TAGS)

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Curtis Everett is going to die. ‘Course, everything dies, eventually. Much as you loathed sittin’ through your daddy’s sermons, you knew the truth in ‘em — death is a prize every livin’ being, regardless of sapience or the desire to be, ought to aspire to. Death is the gift of all gifts, your daddy would proclaim from his bone-an’-antler pulpit, the final gesture of our loving Lord and Savior — an’ you, your sisters, your momma, your daddy an’ a few others your daddy claimed were kinfolk on his side were all the guides meant t’introduce all manner of worldly beings too blind t’understand just how precious that kinda oblivion was to the glory of that final, permanent end.

Still. Curtis Everett is going to die. Curtis Everett is going to die in your kitchen, his own pickaxe embedded in his chest, the final desperate pumps of his pierced heart pouring blood all over that pretty linoleum you didn’t actually like keepin’ in your kitchen an’ probably would tear up after you came to terms with never feelin’ like you could scrub away the remnants of him.

You watch it play out before you like you’ve done plenty of times before, the course of Curtis Everett’s life written in scars yet to be earned, bruises waiting to bloom on flesh that has known little more than the danger and dread of coal dust for as long as you have known him. You also watch him sitting in your clinic, for once not complaining as you finish cleaning and rewrapping the thankfully not festering burn he’d been dutifully letting you treat — per your own professional orders — for the past week-and-a-half, Looks like it’s healing nicely, but it’ll probably scar.

It’s not the first scar he’s earned in Snowpiercer, but it’s certainly not going to be the last. You’ve been counting down the months — and injuries — to that particular worry for a while. The ones you can help him avoid — the ones he listens to you about — you warn against, and the ones he can’t escape, you patch up. The same as you would anyone in Snowpiercer, being the company’s own doctor as you ar. Your momma’d scold you up, down an’ sideways if she knew what you were doin’ interferin’ with the predestined path of men as you watched ‘em struggle, suffer, an’ eventually succumb. But your momma wasn’t here to know, and even if she were, your momma’d never be able to understand just what sorta poison of a gift it was she’d saddled you with.

Death is a Rogers daughter’s birthright, even if they themselves were more often than not denied the majesty of its truest gift. You were not born into this life to die, but to be a guardian of it, to guide the walking dead makin’ their way beyond the borders of that ol’ Holler you’d been born in through the trials of judgment and that ultimate verdict. You were not, your momma would have reminded, meant to shield ‘em from the pains of life — an ‘the lessons to be gleaned from ‘em.

Anything you want me to do with it? Curtis Everett’s question breaks you out of your bitter ruminating, reminds you of the more pressing responsibilities you chose. You turn to watch him a moment, looking as if you might just need a moment to remember the exact instructions you ought to give for his wound care. Except that’s not what you give, is it? Instead, you look over Curtis Everett’s work-weary expression, the quiet dread in his eyes at the prospect of needin’ to manage yet one more thing, one more purchase at the Company Store, one more burden to bear, Just come by every evenin’, I’ll keep the coal dust outta them wrappin’s for you.

You know full well you’ll need to work late to take care of it… and clean the coal dust outta your clinic, but it’s better you than him — at least that’s what you tell yourself as Curtis Everett’s shoulders relax, relief flooding those work-weathered features you’ve almost started memorizin’ by this time, makin’ the sleep you will almost certainly lose tomorrow and the remainder of this week worth it.

It must always be worth it.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

a compilation of their fics, thirsts, and drabbles

Key: 🔥 = smut | 🕶️ = dark content

Kirishima Eijirou:

Fics:

A Stroll Through the Gardens - dragon!kirishima x f!reader: at a noble celebration, you find yourself being drawn to the dragon lord of the southern kingdom; especially when he asks for your arm to walk through the royal gardens. 🔥

Bakugou Katsuki:

Fics:

Forced Proximity - bakugou x f!reader: bakugou could barely stand couples, and their lovey-dovey nonsense. and he certainly could barely stand his best friend's new relationship; their puppy-love romance made Bakugou want to gag. and he especially couldn't stand being forced to join in on their dates because it meant being around you; someone he wished he could despise. 🔥

Wolfish Desires - wolf!bakugou x f!reader: you weren't from around here, bakugou could tell you were a runaway noble the moment he saw you - your clothes too nice and face too pretty to blend in - and though he initially desired those gems and gold on you; he quickly began to desire something else from you. 🔥

Sero Hanta:

Fics:

Permanent Ink- sero x f!reader: sero has always loved drawing, especially making lasting designs for people to enjoy; and that hard work has led him to finally own a tattoo parlor. And the best part wasn't a business is his own name, or his own brand, or even the loyal patrons lining around the block for an appointment, but rather the bookshop across the street and the cutie that owned it. 🔥

A Plucked Flower - god!sero x nymph!reader: tales of your beauty in the mortal realm had finally reached the heavens above. Never before had a nymph claimed the hearts of more humans than the Gods. Sero wanted to see if you truly were as lovely as they all claimed within their many stories. However, once he saw you, he knew he had to keep you for his own.  🔥 🕶️

Drabbles:

Loves to Garden Bedroom Mirror🔥

Shinso Hitoshi:

Fics:

A Withered Rose - The Gods within the Underworld barely get any company, as the Gods in the realm above them would instead steer clear of their domain. So, it came as no surprise that Shinsou, the God of Sleep, grew quite fond of a sweet little nymph - one abandoned by the Sero after being taken to the heavens, who was seeking his company. (sequel to A Plucked Flower) 🔥 🕶️

nothing yet, my dear traveler, come back later once a batch or two has brewed

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