#genderneutral mc

[mams-is-my-will-to-live]

Hm hm hm... I miss obey me. But my brain cant handle four games at once. Too much lore my brain cant keep up with genshin,HSR, OM and OM!NB With that said here's a small snippet of a brain blurb I got from missing obey me content. It actually is the beginning technically? But I also already have the backstories and stuff. Umm this obviously doesnt follow canon altho the important bits happened..except nightbringer.... just obey me stuff.

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It felt quick like lightning as MC blocked a hit meant for the seraphim. As Blood spilt out of their lips they gave out a smile looking behind them as they fell slowly to the ground.

"Ah... even if I say I hate you... I still..." their breaths started to become shallow as Michael watched in horror. Hurriedly cradling their body as if he is holding someone precious.

"MC! Please stop talking..." he begs the human.

"Heh... Don't cry Michael... it... it's my job as your shadow afterall...." Michael was frozen as he tried to put pressure on MC's wound. He didn't even acknowledge the brothers behind him nor Simeon and the demon prince and his butler.

"Please.... I-" whatever Michael was about to say was interrupted by MC.

"There's no use..." MC took a labored shuddery breath obviously having a hard time breathing. They laughed as if seeing something funny.

"I already knew I would die early..." Michael only tried to heal them but with no use. MC reached out a pale hand stopping him.

"After everything... I take back what I said. " Smiling softly up at Michael.

"Thank you for being my brother and raising me" mustering a smile they continued speaking. "I forgive you..." MC seems to have something more to say however it was cut off. MC looks fondly at the the brothers and Diavolo and the rest.

"No..." In a split second decision Michael fed her food from the celestial realm before they took their last breath but it was simply too late. MC was gone. Everyone there was quiet. Michael still tightly cradling MC's still warm body. His wings covering them was stained at the tips with MC's blood.

No one dared to move however that was until Lucifer in all his glory faced Michael with a simple word. Anger lacing his voice paired with confusion shock and hurt.

"Explain..." Michael looked at the angry demons with eyes that looked ready to kill.

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Meanwhile in the celestial realm an Angel woke up from what seems to be a long slumber. Opening their eyes they look around in confusion that is until they heard a deep voice adressing them.

"Welcome my child... you have slept far too long." Staring dazed at where the general direction where the voice came from they answered back.

"Thank you Father..." the voiced hummed pleased.

"You'll do well here..." the voice paused for a bit as if thinking about what to say next.

"MC." All according to plan...

[cabinofimagines]

Wait for me?

Ah, it is the yearly Poly!Solangelo fic for my birthday (the 11th for timezone sake) :) Gotta keep writing hehe

thanks to my ex (my muse ) and Danny for proofreading!

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo Request: Hey, I was thinking maybe a solangelo x reader where the reader comes back late from a quest- like it took them longer to complete then they thought it would and Nico and Will were all worried and then just general fluff or something? Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write it Word count: 3.4k Warnings: mentions of death a few times, some angst

-Asnyox

The low flicker of the campfire put everyone in an orange light. For a bit you had actually managed to sing some songs with the few campers still at camp, but the energy was a little low. 

“It’s always kind of weird when people leave after winter break, huh,” Austin remarked while he was still softly strumming his guitar. “Yeah, the quiet comes back too quickly.” Will said from beside you. He was holding a sleepy Nico close to him on his other side, while softly playing with your fingers too, “At least the infirmary will be empty again,” “Oh no, we might get bored,” Kayla joked softly, “Hey, Rachel, weren't you going back today too?” Rachel nodded her head, after which she shook it again. She sighed. “I wanted to, but I feel like I am forgetting something. There is something I need to do before I can leave camp and it is eating at me.” Rachel stared into the flames before groaning loudly. “I hate this.”

“Well, dear child, I do not remember any tasks given to you.” Chiron spoke as he walked closer to the campfire, “Perhaps a belated prophecy as our Oracle?” he suggested. Rachel perked up. Her eyes widened as green smoke started to come from her mouth.

(Y/n) will return alone, after collecting the stone, and repairing a parents shrine, Only then, all shall be fine.

 Will’s grip on your hand suddenly got tight, as Nico sat up from his position, clearly distressed. The green smoke faded and Chiron quickly caught Rachel as she fell down. 

“(Y/n),” Chiron addressed you as he made sure Rachel was sat safely, “it is most unusual that you have been directly addressed by name. This most likely is a quest from your godly parent, do you accept this quest?” You could feel the eyes of your boyfriends on you, their worried gazes burning into your head. You knew they would not want you to go, but it was your parent, who chose you to do this. 

“I do.” you said, and you heard protests from your boyfriends. 

“I will-” Nico started, “I mean we will go with (Y/n).” the son of Hades looked at Chiron, who shook his head slowly. “I fear that that is not possible, my child.” Chiron stated calmly, “As the prophecy demands (Y/n) to go alone.” Chiron turned to you, “It probably is best if we go over possible details at this moment, so you can leave in the morning if you wish.” 

You started to stand up, and so did your boyfriends. 

“Will, Nico, I-” you purse your lips. “I want to know the details-” Will started but you shook your head. “How about you go to my cabin while I discuss this with Chiron?” You grabbed both a hand of Nico and one of Will, “That way will probably be quicker, and I will tell you the details afterwards, okay?” Reluctantly your boyfriends nodded their heads, as they watched you walk off. 

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“I don’t care what the prophecy says!” Will grumbled as you were packing your bags, “What about the rule of three!” “That contradicts ‘will return alone’ Will, we’ve been over this.” you sighed, a slight tremble in your voice, “I don’t want to go without you, but I will not” you glared at your boyfriend, “needlessly endanger the loves of my life by ignoring the prophecy.” you waved your hand, “besides, it’s like Chiron said, just a small thing to do for my godly parent and then I will be back! Nothing to worry about.” You heard Will sigh from behind you as you went over your belongings one more time. 

“I don’t like it.” Nico stated, “I want to protect you, you shouldn’t have to go in alone.” You turned around to see your boyfriends sitting together on an empty bunk bed. You walked forward and motioned them to scootch apart, worming yourself between them. You softly grabbed both their hands, squeezing them softly. Nico leaned his head on your shoulder. 

“It’s not like we have much of a choice. It’s either going alone, or most definitely get you two mortally wounded, if not outright killed.” “But what if you get hurt?” Will whispered, “What if I am not there to help you?” “You will be, after all,” you looked at Will, meeting his eyes, “You taught me how to do first aid, don’t tell me you’re doubting your skills as a mentor?” Will grimaced as his gaze softened. 

“We will still be worried about you, love.” Will slowly moved towards you and gave you a careful kiss, “and we’ll miss you.” 

“I will miss you both.” you sighed, “I think that might be the worst part.” You felt Nico snuggle into your neck, “Just promise me you’ll wait at camp for me?” “I guess,” Nico mumbled, “But if I catch any wind of you being in danger I don’t think Will would stop me.” Will nodded his head in agreement. “Nico!” you paused, “Gods I love you both Will, please make sure Nico won’t do anything stupid,” Will hummed in agreement, as Nico protested with a weak ‘Hey!’ “Oh and Nico, please make sure Will doesn’t do anything either-” Now it was time for Will to feign hurt.

“Why is he not allowed to do anything stupid, and I am not allowed to do anything?” Will put a hand over his heart. 

“Love, I think you’ll be too busy looking after Nico.” you shrugged, “and the last time we let you do stuff you somehow came back with six cats to take care of so,” 

Will sighed as he went back to leaning on you, “I am going to miss you,” he pressed a kiss on your shoulder. 

“I’ll miss you too, but if all goes according to plan I will be back in a fortnight!” you promised your boyfriends.

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The next day you were off, leaving behind two worried boyfriends. With a positive attitude, and your sword on your side, you were sure this would all be a piece of cake. However, the first obstacle was already in your way after only a few hours of traveling. 

You sighed as you checked the map. The first part of the quest was to find the right material to repair the shrine, and sadly the Home Depot you went to was all out of it, so the first ‘easy’ part was getting harder with the second. What should you do, rent an Uber to bring you to the next closest Home Depot (you did not have that much money on you), ask the Gray Sisters to do it instead (that would be a near death experience) or try stealing some from a museum? The last one might not be the smartest, but then why would there be a museum right next to the Home Depot? 

On your way you went. 

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The sun was setting and it had been a few days since you left. Nico and Will sat together as they looked out over the strawberry fields, definitely not in case you were going to suddenly show up from outside the border. 

“I miss them.” Nico sighed, “But they will be okay, right?” “I hope so,” Will leaned his head on Nico’s shoulder, “What do you think they ate for dinner?” Will felt Nico sink down a little. “I don’t know, what if they didn’t have any?” Nico tensed a little, “What if they are stuck in a hole right now, desperately trying to get out?” Will huffed. “Do you think they drank enough water?” Will asked and Nico made a non committal noise, and Will sensed his worry, “What if they found a new kind of demigod and became ambassador for their godly parent there without telling us?”  “What do you-” Nico gasped, “Hey! It would have been dangerous to introduce Camp Half-Blood to Camp Jupiter at the time!” Nico protested, roughly sitting up. Will swiftly followed his movement. Nico glared at Will, “I am seriously worried about them, okay?” 

“I know, Nico, my sunshine,” Will smiled, “But what if they get accused of kidnapping their parent and become a wanted criminal throughout the entire states?” Nico’s glare faltered. “I think it’s more likely that they lose their memory,” Nico hesitated, “to get raised by wolves for a bit, before they arrive at Camp Jupiter. At least then we will find them again.” Will softly cupped Nico’s cheek with his hand

“They will come back to us,” Will kissed Nico, “We just need to trust them.” 

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Nico paled when he realized where you were. He had heard the story of Em’s emporium from Percy and Annabeth. Why were you here? 

“Stupid cyclops with it’s stupid hands and fucking-” you walked into frame. Nico tried to move closer, but he noticed he was stuck. Stuck as a statue. “Take a breath (Y/n),” you looked around, “Improvise, adapt, overcome. There must be statues around here somewhere, it won’t be as fancy but it will be enough.” 

You walked up to Nico, staring directly into his eyes. 

“This one should do.” You brazed yourself, and pushed him to the ground. 

Nico woke up in a cold sweat, shaking. Why were you in his dreams- his nightmares? You seemed to be alright, but he knew this was not part of the discussed plan- you were in danger- what if-

Nico started to sit up, only to feel his hand press into another body. 

“Ouch-,” Will groaned as Nico recoiled, “Love?” Nico rested his back against the wall, counting the timing of his breaths- in for four, hold for five and out- in, hold out.

“Nico?” Will entered his vision, “Nightmare?” Nico nodded, reminding himself that you were alright even if you were in his dreams. Will positioned himself next to Nico, not touching him, but he could feel the bed shift. Will recounted a few times where Nico had nightmares, and he fell into a routine the three of you had set up. 

“Do you want to talk, or for me to try to guess what it is?” Will asked and Nico nodded, “Talk?” Nico shook his head.

“About down there?” Will asked, Nico signaled ‘no’, “Your past?” Nico shook his head again, “I don’t know uhm,” Will felt Nico nudge his hand, and he carefully grabbed it, “Can you help me out, love?” Nico licked his lips. 

“(Y/n),” his breath hitched. Will squeezed his hand as he tensed. “Are they alright?” he whispered, and Nico softly nodded, “But you’re scared because they’re in your dreams?” and Nico nodded again, leaning against Will now. Will engulfed his boyfriend in his arms. Will softly rubbed Nico’s back. “It’s okay to be scared,” Will whispered, “I am too,” and Will realized he could no longer promise Nico that you would be alright. He just hoped you would be. 

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After the last nightmare, the nights became restless. If the planning would have been right, you should have been back two days ago but you were not. Nico was scared that the next time he would dream it would be about your dead body, and he continuously attempted to sense your soul. You were getting further away, but you were not dead.

Yet. 

He hadn’t had a new dream about you, and Will got permission form Chiron to stay over most nights. Together they talked, but whenever the topic turned to you the conversation quickly quieted, both of the boys in their own worlds of worry. At some point, Will had put on your favorite movie, putting out the snacks you normally ate. But, the gummy worms went untouched, and as Nico hugged Beanjamin close -his weighted goose plushie - he slowly dozed off. 

Will was worried. He noticed the growing bags under Nico’s eyes, but how could he help? Austin nowadays reassured him multiple times a day that you would be back any moment now, but would you? Will didn’t blame his boyfriend for having a nightmare about you, however Nico and nightmares were never a good sign. What if it just meant you were gone? 

As Will leaned closer, he could already hear Nico whimper from another nightmare. 

Oh no.

Nico turned around, suddenly face to face with his lover. You looked beaten, but not injured. Dirt stains covered your clothes and face, and Nico tried to reach out to you, only to phase right through you. 

“Why the fuck is this tunnel not ending yet!”  You huffed, before sitting down on the floor and leaning against the wall, “This will be easy they said,” you mumbled, holding in a sob, “easy my fucking ass” 

Nico stepped forward, “(Y/n), please” You closed your eyes in defeat. “keep going for me-” he begged you before the dream faded away. 

Will hated how deep Nico could sleep when he was having nightmares. Every time it felt like the dreams would suck Nico in, only letting him go when he had seen everything. “Nico please-” Will called out just as Nico shot up, hitting his head against Will’s head.

“Fuck!” both boys exclaimed. 

“Sorry,” Will said after a moment, “I should not have been hovering above you, I guess.” 

“What are you sorry for?” Nico sighed, “It’s not like you could’ve known.” They both sat in silence, not looking at one another. 

“I heard you say their name,” Will hesitated, “Are they alright?” Nico swallowed harshly. “They didn’t look injured-” Nico clenched his fists. “But?” Will prompted. “Something must be wrong.” Nico sighed, “They were crying, something about a tunnel- I don’t-” Nico looked Will in the eye, “I think we should go.” “Okay, but we need to discuss it with Chiron, tomorrow.” Will said. 

“But!” Nico shook his head, “I guess you are right, fuck.” 

“I know, I am sorry.”

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The conversation with Chiron did not go well. Nico was seething, standing at the border of camp as Will held him tightly. 

“They are hurt Will! I can’t just sit here and wait for them to die!” 

“I promised them I wouldn’t let you do anything stupid!” Will tightened his grip, “I promised, Nico.” 

“But what about protecting them?” Nico was no longer yelling, “What about loving them?” Will tensed and he wished to fucking scream at Nico. Instead, he decided to be the bigger person and he took a deep breath. 

“I love them and I love you.” a pause, “and I cannot stand that you are making me choose.” Will felt his shirt slowly get damp. He hated it when Nico cried, but it was better than when he was angry. Will closed his eyes as he felt Nico’s arm sneak around his waist. 

“I can’t lose them,” Nico mumbled, “I can’t lose you but-” he gasped for air, “I’m sorry, I’m terrified.” Will held his boyfriend in silence, pressing his lips to the top of Nico’s head, as he slowly let his own tears flow. The wind blew around them, leaves rustling as they both tried to calm down. Slowly their breaths synchronized. 

And suddenly another pair of arms engulfed the two of them. 

“What-” Will quickly pushed the third person away, as Nico stepped back. “Geez guys, I know that I haven’t showered yet but this is excessive-” “It’s you,” Nico’s voice quivered. “It’s me,” You smiled painfully, “I need to go to the infirmary-” you clutched your side, and before you could even move Will and Nico were at your side, holding you up, “Sorry I took so long.” “I love you, and would love to talk,” Will grimaced, “But my priority is healing you, my love.” 

“Thank you.”

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Much to Will’s chagrin, Austin stood on taking care of your wounds as he was on shift. He had tried to object, but Austin was right that perhaps he was not in the most emotionally stable state to professionally assess the injuries you had sustained. So, Nico and him were just standing outside of the infirmary until you were properly patched up. Next to him, Nico had his eyes closed, and if Will didn’t know better he would think Nico was relaxing. However, Will did know better, and the creasing of Nico’s eyebrows worried him. 

“How are they doing?” Will asked. Nico’s eyes sprung open, as he was surprised by the voice of his boyfriend. Nico had been concentrating on the feeling of your soul, which seemed too far away but so close. He had fully forgotten that Will was there with him, waiting on you too.

“Their souls wavers sometimes,” Nico let out a breath, “Which is normal for injured people, I guess.” Will nodded in response. He had to remind himself that Austin had as much skill as he had, and that you were not in any mortal danger when you arrived. You had to be fine, you would be fine. 

These thoughts did not stop Will’s heart from stopping when Austin walked out, looking a little dejected. “How’s-” Will started. “They kept correcting me on what I was doing,” Austin laughed, “A bit embarrassing for me, but they are alright.” 

“Thanks, can we go in?” Nico asked, ignoring Austin’s comment. Austin stepped aside, and Will and Nico made their way inside the infirmary. 

As your boyfriends approached you, they saw the awful state you were in. Nico went to stand on the right side of the infirmary bed you were in, and Will on the left.Neither of your boyfriends dared to step closer, as you were barely sitting upright. Instead they each grabbed a chair and sat down within reach of you, wordlessly.

“Did you get any ambrosia yet? Nectar?” Will slowly moved closer as his stomach churned at the sight of your weakened state. You tried to shake your head, but quickly stopped as you closed your eyes in pain. “I am at my limit already, didn’t really have time to properly heal up on my way here.” your voice came out rough, but steady, “How are you two holding up? Missed me?” Nico’s gaze went from your face to your hand. It was wrapped in a bandage, much like the rest of your upper arm. 

“We were worried about you, my love.” Nico heard Will speak as he softly grabbed the blanket instead of your hand. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, and your form seemed so bruised and broken. His ears still picked up Will, who was retelling all that happened since you were gone, but his brain did not process it. Instead, he feared that just being here was already weakening you. He knew his presence wouldn’t hurt but- but what if the essence of death brought you closer? What if he made his nightmares come true? 

“... has been having dreams about you. That’s why we were at the border.” At the mention of his name, Nico looked up, releasing the deathgrip he had on the blanket. 

“Oh?” you looked at the son of Hades, “all good dreams I hope?” Nico’s head stopped any thought it had when he looked into your eyes. Your shining, alive, eyes and your handsome face. “That doesn’t matter,” Nico muttered as he sat more upright, a feeling of ease coming over him, “Now that you’re back, it doesn’t matter.” Nico was never going to let you go alone again, as he promised himself to keep protecting you no matter what. 

Will looked at his boyfriend, as he smiled. The past few weeks had been rough on them, even worse on you, but the three of you were finally together. You still looked tired, but less so after your talk. Will knew that he would need to wait until you were better and as Austin walked back into the infirmary he stood up. 

“I think we should let (Y/n) rest, Nico.” he wanted to hold you in his arms until you fell asleep, but you needed uninterrupted sleep for now. Nico nodded as he too stood up. Tomorrow he would hold you, if you were better. He will wait until you are healed.

“Sleep well. Love you.” Will said as he waited for Nico to be at his side. “Love you, (Y/n). See you later.” Nico had a ghost of a smile on his face. 

You carefully laid down, before saying a final ‘I love you’ to your boyfriends, as you could finally relax.

But just before your boyfriends went away there was one more promise to be made to them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Will knew that he and Nico would wait forever for them, if they needed it to heal. He didn’t know when this journey would end, but he would walk besides you and Nico, hand in hand. Nico knew he couldn’t promise you a kind road, or a fair sky, but he knew that he would protect you and besides you in any way he can. 

“We will,” Will promised, a promise he can keep.

[aequitas-if]

Hi. First of all, I have to say that as a superhero fan (a DC fan more exactly) I really enjoyed your work. I think this superhero world lore you're creating is really interesting and I hope you continue it.

This is more curiosity than a question, but can you tell us something about MCs mentor? Out of spoiler territory obviously.

I’m so glad that you are enjoying the lore and game that I have written so far. It makes me happy that I’ve managed to attract some fellow DC comic fans!

I can’t give too much information about MC’s mentor away because of spoiler reasons but some fun non-spoilery facts about them include:

- They are non-binary and use they/them pronouns.

- They seem stoic and detached but they’re actually just socially awkward.

- Their hero name is Caligo.

- Their birthday is April 7th, 1987.

- They were 27 when they first took in MC, who was nine at the time.

- They have a nullification ability (think Dazai from BSD or Eraserhead from MHA).

- They were one of the founding members of the Legion.

- They started doing hero work at 17.

- They are considered a genius in universe.

- They voted for Alex to be the leader of Aequitas.

- They aren’t really good with kids.

- They drink black coffee.

- They have an off again and on again relationship with this universe’s version of Superman (he hasn’t been introduced either).

- They’re a detective in their civilian life.

[autism-corner]

can we talk about how having henry is such good rep for non-female players?

even though henry is a real small character ingame, every main charachter is actually interested in them. simeon is their writer and even he admits he would like henry for himself.

it makes me so happy because it actually shows explicitly queer rep, so even with a female MC theyre all non-hetero!! slay

(i am ofcourse assuming henry to be male or at least masc, i think thats fair given their name. i do not know if their name in the japanees version is the same, but i hope its masc aswell)

[shining-oracle]

A second try at happiness

“Prompt”: People recieve a second chance at happiness at the cost of losing themselves. With time you learn of various types of happiness and the notion of finding and finding again, while also appreciating the joys that make your life liveable and make you you.  (A/N: I tried summarising this but honestly I don’t think I did a good job at actually communicating what’s this about)  - Imagine a time darkened in greed.  Yet despite the less than kind world you found love. You found someone to share the little joys of being alive.  On your wedding day you decide to share your happiness with a few people close to both of you. The day is wonderful, filled with hope for what life has yet to show you.  During the ceremony two children burst in, visibly out of breath. Your significant other as well as you are baffled, neither of you invited children and you had asked your guests to not bring any. After settling down both of you approach them. The boy seems to be slightly older as he’s a head taller than the girl, who’s clinging to his hand. They explain how they woke up, confused about the whereabouts of their parents, about their own whereabouts and how they found a wedding invitation on their kitchen table. At last they introduce themselves.  You recognise them as the friends your partner used to go to school with. But.. younger. Way younger. Way younger than they were when your significant other has met them.  You do not know how to resolve this situation, no less on your wedding day. Thus you ultimately hand it over to a police officer, still offer the children to come to you if you could help with anything. They nod as they leave with a officer after the wedding ceremony.  The calm days after almost make you forget about the mess. Yet as your honey moon starts, which both you and your partner have planned to journey to various cities, you encounter way more children in the streets. Some people you knew seem a few years younger. None have a clue what had occurred in the years they lost. Your journey yet continued, you still had your love to return to and both of you shared your worries about what is happening in the world with one another.  In the second city you’re visiting, you both overhear a conversation a few tables over in the café you’re having breakfast at. They’re talking about some walking curse, who’s reverting you to the state you last have felt love at.  At first you think it sounds ridiculous, yet the longer you think about it the more it seems to fit. A lot of people last felt love as they were children. Yet others had found their own love during later stages in their life, but maybe had lost it again. That thought continues to linger in your mind as your journey continues and you notice more about the people who don’t seem to have changed.  Your partner tells you about the lovely baker who passionately shared some history of their bakery with them.  On the day you’re leaving town a kind journalist who’s investigating the incident makes you learn of their love for the truth.  A few hours before entering the next village, you encounter a small house with a gigantic garden surrounding it. You coincidentally get to know the old couple living there and they share a few snacks with you and tell you about how proud they are of their garden’s harvest this year.  You learn of the many kinds of love alongside the opposite in the world. The worry in you subsides slightly as not all is hopeless, love comes in all forms and colours.  During the darkest hours of the night you wake, by a small childs crying. Your partner does seem to have heard it too as they lazily rub their eyes.  The squeaky window of the hotel you’re staying gets pushed open as both of you lean out of it, trying to find the source of the crying. Instead of a child you only sneak a peek at someone running, their coat waving after them and the longer you watch them run, the more childrens cries you think you can hear.  So is that the bearer of the curse? You wonder silently before settling back into bed with your partner.  You decide to talk to them and ask them for answers if you ever do. Your partner agrees, shares that even if both of you might not be affected they’d still like to find the reason and if possible protect the happiness, the love these people might have been close to grasping.  Time goes on. You keep an eye open for the intricate coat you saw that night, yet nothing for a while. Yet you’re not frustrated, time spent with your love is not time wasted.  Almost at the end of the honey moon journey, by pure coincidence you meet them. Their head hanging low as they bump into your side, mumbling an apology before hurrying down the main street.  You follow them, hopeful to share that not all hope is lost if a time in life is lacking love as it can be found again.  In an alley they stop, sigh and turn around. Why are you following me? Their posture, their eyes communicate that question without asking. And you start to talk. You share the happiness others have shared. You share the despair you’ve seen and when you’re done your partner takes over. They share their experience as well. While they talk, you notice how out of place this person seems to be. Out of place in this world, yet they remind you of the grayest days you’ve had in your life.  At the end both of you ask why they might be doing this.  Their empty eyes look both of you up and down before at last opening their mouth.  “Sometimes.. lost things cannot be found again. Wouldn’t you like to go back to the time before you lost it?”  And it makes sense in a odd way. You’ve wished before you hadn’t misplaced an item which you then never saw again, yet this person is saying that some people stil in the middle of their life had lost all hope to finding their happiness in life. It sounded ridiculous, like you’ve thought before.  They continue to speak.  “I.. cannot find again, because I never lost. Because I never had. Because I never will find.”  A few slow steps towards both of you.  “But I can gift a second chance if wished for hard enough. I do not force this chance upon the people.”  More steps and you thought they’d stop infront of you, yet they fade through you. Like they exist yet they don’t.  “Because my existence was gifted to me by the people.”  You turn as the person in the coat continues walking back towards the main street.  “Because my existence will the lost through the people”  You blink and they faded completely.  -  The days after were silent. No more people turned younger. No more people recieved a second chance.  This whole experience kept being confusing in your mind, yet you appreciated all memories you made and will continue to make. Good ones or bad ones. Because no second chance would be worth losing yourself over you thought.  -  A/N:  I have no idea what this is. Really. It just occupied my mind for a entire day and I had to write it out. Maybe someone will find and enjoy this... whatever this is I suppose! 

[r0-boat]

Hiii would you mind if I make a request :3

Soooo, I've been thinking, how would the 5 demon king's would react when their s/o or MC (she/her if it's possible, if not genderneutral is ok uwu) is ovulating and she is all needy but doesn't say anything~

Because these men are truly more feral, like Beel's always sniffing us and getting aroused by our smell, or Leviathan having some kind of rut/heat and getting all attached to MC; these boys are more wild and animalistic (don't know if it's the correct way to describe it haha)

Thank you if you accept my request :3

Actually obsessed with this Ask.👀

Natural Pheromones

Whb headcanons

Cw: scent kink, Breeding Kink, scientifically explaining in a porn game lol

summary: AFAB!reader is ovulating and the demons are acting weird

This is very interesting to me considering the fact that demons can't have offspring on their own with each other unless they pray to Lilith or something. But they can have offspring with humans so it makes me think

Since demons have better chances having offspring with humans, perhaps demons just evolved to react to what a human is ovulating.

Solomon was born male he doesn't have the same natural pheromones that AFAB has. Demons who had never been in the human world will never know why they start feeling such a magnetic pull to you.

Did you change your hair? Was it perhaps new clothes? Maybe a new lotion or perfume? because you smell slightly sweeter. And is it just them, but is your skin softer too?

Beel was the most affected by this change; He could practically find you from miles away. Uncharacteristically clinging to you as soon as he finds you. Burying his nose against your neck. You ask him "is there something wrong?" And he just matters that he misses you.

Levi has been taking up his aggressive antics a notch because he's too stubborn for you to find out that he has been jerking his cock ever since you stepped foot in his castle. You have been driving him and his devil's crazy, and he hasn't had the foggiest idea why.

Lucifer has been having a little baby fever of his own since you visited. He wants to know what the child between the child of man and fallen angel would look like.

Mammon is in fucking rut, And no matter how much he fucks you, it's not enough. Draining his balls leaving him still unsatisfied.

Satan is starting to become a resource-guarding dog.

Devils will not leave you alone!! Sure you've been always surrounded by devils but this time you draw crowds, And if it isn't for the kings always around you these devils will be bang and brushing themselves against you desperate for your attention.

[chifuyudck]

the brothers being caught jerking off content is sooo good, would you be down for writing a reverse where MC gets caught jerking off thinking of the brothers? (and the dateables!)

the brothers + dateables (minus luke) reaction to walking in on MC touching themself.

the brothers + dateables x gn!reader

summary: caption guys.

warnings: embarrassment, masturbating, stuttering, cocks, eating out, fingering.

a/n: guys school started so i didn't really write a lot and my laptop crashed a few mins ago while i was almost done with writing and it didn't autosave, i'm so thankful for all the love on my other posts. i tried to keep this as genderneutral as possible. requests are still open!! --------------------------------- LUCIFER

he knocks on your bedroom door but doesn't give you enough time to fix your pants.

you stare at each other for a bit until he clears his throat and looks away so you can fasten your pants again.

while waiting for you to fix yourself a tent is forming in his pants, thinking back on the way you laid splayed out, hair stuck on your forehead, cheeks rosy colored, making his clothed cock twitch.

might as well call you to his office later to talk about it, maybe add some physical touch too, since his cock won't stop bulging in his pants at just the thought of you.

MAMMON

knocking? what's that?

when he catches you in the act, hand still on your private part, he needs some time to realise what just happened.

shakes his head in disbelief, thought you were a saint who would never do this, will not stop thinking about it when he's alone in his room.

secretly hopes you're busy with yourself again, every time he enters your room, so he can ask if he can join you, since he regrets he didn't ask it the first time.

LEVIATHAN

doesn't knock either, and just storms into your room.

he doesn't even realize what you were doing until he sees how red your face is, the way your eyes are glossy from embarrassment, your pants still open, and your intimate part still visible.

literally just runs away and stays in his room the whole day, doesn't go to dinner either, just because he's embarrassed to see you.

all that time alone with his own thoughts about you has his dick going hard, he might as well be fisting his cock the whole day while thinking about you, alone in his room.

SATAN

normally does knock, but of course, the one time he doesn't, this happens.

''oh... how unfortunate.'' 🧍‍♂️, he says that while he knows he loves it, sees how embarrassed you are so he just leaves you alone.

when he tries to read his books, he catches himself re-reading the same sentence four times now. he just can't stop thinking about you.

will definitely make remarks, and tease you but more in an indirect way, so it stays between you two.

ASMODEUS

of course he won't knock, why would he? what do you have to hide from him anyways?

''you were doing this, without me?'' he pouts as he comes closer, closing the door behind him.

if you allow him, he'll show you how good he is with his hands, fingers softly stroking and teasing.

if you don't he'll just watch you masturbate, since you look so cute when you do so.

BEELZEBUB

ended up in your room after following the amazing scent he had been smelling.

is a bit shocked when he realizes where it's coming from.

''can i try it out?'' he asks you with puppy eyes, he was so excited to feel it in his mouth after he's been so eager to find this scent of your arousal.

is unsurprisingly good with his mouth, tongue lapping around, swirling, sucking and he won't stop. it's like endless plates of food for him, it isn't until you have to beg him to stop, that he stops.

BELPHEGOR

suddenly he's wide awake when he sees what's going on.

loves the view, stands with arms crossed in the doorstep as he licks his lips, tells you to keep going, no matter how embarrassed you are, and doesn't even understand what you're so embarrassed of since you look so damn good.

his pants start pressing up against his crotch, so he'll have to release his hard cock now.

whenever mammon brags about how he's your first man, he'll definitely ask him if he ever saw your private part too, now he has something to be first in with you too.

DIAVOLO

stands there for a bit, not sure of what he's supposed to do.

when he sees how embarrassed you are he leaves.

but comes back in your room fully naked, now you won't have to feel embarrassed anymore, right?

wrong. you feel even more embarrassed, this will now forever remain as a core memory.

BARBATOS

knocks, definitely knocks.

the way your appearance looks messier than usual doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he quickly connects the dots and realizes what you've been doing.

he smiles softly, happy that you're feeling comfortable enough to do so.

will add a light aphrodisiac in your tea, so you can continue where you started off when he leaves.

SIMEON

''oh, mc! i'm so sorry!'' he says as sweat buds appear on his forehead, he's in so much distress and embarrassed about what happened.

after you calmed him down and told him it's alright he still doesn't leave. ''you can continue, i don't want to be a burden.''

you awkwardly continue masturbating after he's been so eager for you to do so.

will chant your name and cheer you on when you climax.

SOLOMON

there's no way you didn't do this on purpose. that's what he thinks even though he is the one that walked in on you.

he tells you how cute you look when you masturbate, and doesn't even care that you're super embarrassed.

a bulge starts forming in his pants and he swiftly releases his cock with a soft groan.

''mc, wanna help each other out here?'' he asks with a big grin.

[lostmyremembrall]

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x GenderNeutral!Reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

Summary: Not a single pair of knickers to wear to class. You're beyond angry when you storm into their dorm, knowing them to be the culprit of your misery. Those foul rats will pay. (And get you new ones).

Warning: Hints of smut. The pronouns are gn, but MC wears thongs.

-> Pt. 2 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽 -> Pt. 3 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

“You! Are. A Swine!”

Those were the first words that you greeted Sebastian Sallow with. 

Sebastian’s eyes widened as you burst into their dorm, the chuckle dying on his lips at some lame joke that he made to Ominis.

“Woah woah,” Sebastian raised his hands in surrender as if to tame a fuming feline. “No sweet words blessing me good morning? No kisses on the cheek?”

Ominis’ lips curled with a light scoff at his friend’s rather dramatised woes.

“We’ll talk of kisses after you make amends,” you seethed.

“Oh Sebastian, what did you do this time?” Ominis sighed, his brows knitted in disapproval and disappointment, a turn of phrase that was becoming habitual for his liking.

You ignored Sebastian shaking his head in bewilderment, and produced colourful fabrics from your robe pocket.

“This!” You shook the lacey fabric in the air. Sebastian smirked victoriously at the realisation of what you held in your hand.

“Torn,” you continued to shake exasperatedly. “Every. Single. One!” With every word, you threw the fistful of your undergarments at Sallow’s smug smile.

“Sebastian you savage,” Ominis joined in on the rebuke. His steely cool blue eyes pierced the man that sat on the bed, refusing to take off the thongs that still hung on his ear. But still, you caught a glimpse of amusement in the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh you are no better, Ominis Gaunt,” you snapped, eliciting a raise of confused brows from the boy.

“You promised you’d buy me new ones!” his ears perked at the sound of your heels approaching his bed where he sat. “I have yet to see your commitment to that promise, Ominis,” you crossed your arms as you towered over him.

Ominis parted his lips, but closed them again in an excuse that never came to him.

“In fact,” you raised your head, “I am certain that someone had been stealing my knickers.”

Ominis remained motionless, his eyes nervously flickering around the space before him. But, you did not miss the distinct blush that guiltily rose to his cheeks and to the tip of his ears.

“Let’s see, where would an unruly boy hide such a thing,” you swerved on your heels, surveying the room that you’ve come to know too well, taking your time.

“Ah, perhaps… the bedside table?”

You evaded the blond’s hand that shot up in a futile attempt to stop you only to grasp at nothing, and opened the bedside drawer.

“Ah ha!”

You may as well call it had turned into your underwear drawer. In the folds of many colourful fabrics and laces, you found some of Ominis’ valuables and belongings - a collection of watches for different occasions, cuffs, and suit pins. It was vibrant and shimmering with luxury like some treasure box.

The top drawer and the bottom, full of them.

 “Maybe…” You turned on your heels once more, ignoring the way the blond bit his lips in silent shame and embarrassment. “Under the pillow?”

You were not disappointed. A pair of your knickers, hidden underneath the silk pillows. His favourite ones.

“Ooh, you have been naughty, Ominis Gaunt,” you tsked.

But, knowing Ominis Gaunt, the gentleman in the street, the fucking depraved animal in the sheets, you knew they weren’t all.

You narrowed your eyes on him. He straightened his back, seemingly sensing your fuming gaze that pierced him on the spot.

“My favourite ones,” you raised a demanding brow. “Where are they?”

Ominis swallowed hard. If it wasn’t for the cool Slytherin dorms, a sweat would have been tickling down his back.

“Ominis?” your saccharine voice belied the fingers you dragged across his jaw, your digging fingernails eliciting a twitch from the boy.

Ominis gave out a shuddery breath, his milky eyes staring past you to your left.

Your fingers traced down his neck, to his chest, feeling the small mound. You furrowed, and dug your fingers into his inner chest pocket, fishing out your last pair.

“Ominis, you beast!” Sebastian’s eyes shimmered, seemingly exuberant that the object of your wrath have been redirected away from him.

Ominis rolled his eyes at the comment, fully aware that his friend was merely trying to egg you on. The traitorous rat.

“Do you carry these with you, everywhere?” you swung the pair in front of Ominis’ eyes. Blind as he was, he could smell it, most likely.

It was perhaps the most unbearable thing for him, to have the proof thrust into his face. The evidence of his thievery. The evidence that he wasn’t a gentleman as much as he liked to think he was. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at you, his skin beet red as he murmured, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” you tossed the pair into his face, the blond recoiling from the shock. “You two are unbelievable!”

“Thanks to you two,” you turned at the doorway, seething. “Now I have nothing to wear to Charms, which,” you briskly glanced at your watch. “Begins in 15 minutes!”

You fumed as tapped your feet, huffing out the strands of hair on your face. You waited for an apology. But, the boys remained quiet, silenced by the raging storm in front of them that was ‘the love of their lives’, unfortunately.

“So,” it was Sebastian who spoke up first, followed by a tentative glance towards Ominis. He leaned over, his elbows on his knees as his curious eyes flickered between your eyes and your hips. “You are not wearing anything at the moment, then? Underneath that?”

There was not a single remorse in those hungry eyes, your pink knickers still hanging off of his ear.

You swallowed the shock, the heat now rising to your own cheeks. “I–,” you stammered at his lips that curled into a smirk, intuiting the answer from your reaction.

“You’re incorrigible, Sebastian,” you managed to hiss in the end. Deeming an attempt at any civilised conversation with these two was pointless, you turned on your heels, and stormed off.

It was quiet after the storm, broken by Ominis’ blatant question.

“Does this mean we get to keep these?”

Sebastian, however, was not paying any heed to his question. His eyes were glued to where your hips were before the door closed. The way they moved, underneath the garment – they certainly weren’t wearing anything.

“15 minutes,” he breathed out.

Turning to Ominis, he asked, “That’s plenty of time, don’t you think?”

“Hm,” Ominis pondered, the class and composure returning to him as he brushed the dust off of his suit leg. “A bit short for my liking. But, I am hungry,” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

Sebastian did not need to be told twice. He was off on his feet, dashing after you.

The Charms class was just going to have to wait.

A/N: Of course, my first story about them is sexual🙄🙄 Comes as no surprise, really.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Imagine if the yandere cursed infected the dragon cookies

Shit would literally become an actual hellfire-

Tw: religious themes, deception, MC gets called a degrading role, implied genocide

(Because I use genderneutral pronouns for MC, I'm going to highlight the dragons to indicate who the subject is)

While diseased, the dragons' thoughts of MC change drastically, scarily so.

Pitaya thinks in reverse of their usual thoughts- feeling the need to protect MC instead of fighting them.

Ananas wants to be MC's only thought in their mind. They want to be worshiped by them, and be the only one they adore.

Lotus grants MC their wish, and instead of stealing their life force, they alter the wish/dream. They make themselves apart of their dream.

Lychee wants to control MC, and steal all their love. They want to make MC their obedient pet.

Longan...Longan wants to eradicate the world of cookies, and force MC into ascending to dragon hood. That way, they can keep them all to themselves in their dream paradise.

(I would say my favourite dragon is Pitaya or Ananas)

- Celina

[syzxu]

Hello everyone, I have come to share a fic my friend made!

|| Genre: Smut

|| Warnings: NSFW!

|| Pairings: Barbatos x GenderNeutral-MC

|| Notes: Barbatos being submissive for like two mins

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It's a hot afternoon and Barbatos hasn't paid attention to you since morning. He's been busy doing paperworks.

You tried to be patient, yet eventually, you got tired of waiting, so you thought of something to lighten yourself up.

"Barbatos," you call him.

"Mhm?" he hums, too focused on his job.

You placed your hand on his table so he looked up to you.

"You're so busy with that, we didn't even have lunch together. Are you sure you don't need any help?" You demandingly asked.

"I don't, thank you. I promise, I'll treat you out tomorrow." He replied, looking back on his work.

He said that yesterday too. Just what kind of paperworks is he doing that takes him so long to finish? Your question didn't bug you much—you just really miss his attention. You dragged another chair and sat beside him. You leaned on his shoulder, and entertained yourself on your D.D.D.. At this point, you had more interactions with Karasu than Barbatos.

The sun had set and Barbatos did not rest for a single minute. It's getting worryful.

"Are you not upset about the amount of paperworks you need to finish?" You questioned him.

"I am, indeed, very upset. Thank you for staying beside me though." Barbatos says as he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

That's it? A kiss on your cheek? You wanted more than that. You knelt on your chair to appear bigger and you turned his head so you could kiss him. Surprised he was, that he dropped his pen. He cupped your cheeks as he passionately kissed you too.

You could feel it. He was missing you too. He hated the fact that he had work and couldn't spend time with you.

You moved yourself on top of Barbatos' lap. He removed his gloves, his hands shifted to your waist, and under your top clothing.

"May I?" Barbatos catches his breath

"No," you responded. His eyes dullened to his dismay as he removed his hands from your waist.

"I'll do it for you." You continued. He was confused, because he's always been the one to do things in bed. He couldn't figure out what twist were you plotting on.

Gladly, he wasn't wearing his uniform today, you two wouldn't have a hard time. You started to loosen his tie.

"Wait!?" he says with a sweetly confused look all over his face.

You shushed, and kissed him again. You loosened the buttons of his polo. He was questioning everything, but he remained satisfied with your kisses, so he relaxed and allowed you to do what you wanted. Your kisses went down his neck.

"MC…" Barbatos moaned as the kisses went lower. His chest attracted you that much. His heartbeat was heard. You could feel every rise and set of his excited breathing as you kissed and licked his top.

He bit his lower lip and shut his eyes. His hands were gripping on the table. It was a weird feeling for him to be dominated for once.

You reached his dick. You looked up for his approval, and he looked down on you. He felt so needy that he just nodded while trying to breathe properly.

"Say it." You demanded.

He begged, "May you… make a mess out of me… please, MC."

You removed the excessive layers of clothing from him and to your surprise, he was already so wet. Was he into this that much?

You kissed the tip of his dick and he shockingly whimpered. He WAS into this that much.

You decided to tease him by giving kisses all around his erected dick. In all honesty, it looked bigger than usual and you don't think you could give it a blow. With every kiss that you gave, he twitched and whimpered more.

You stood up and you undressed yourself just enough for wide movements. He felt wild as he wanted you to touch him, so he moved his papers and pushed you to his table.

"MC, touch me already, please. I can't handle this anymore." He cries, as he buries his face on the crook of your neck.

Your legs and arms wrapped him and with your approval, he inserted himself in you.

He was relieved that he had control again. Mercilessly, he thrusted in you. It got faster and faster as he groaned louder and louder. He couldn't help himself anymore and proceeded underneath your clothes to caress your chest.

It was too much touch and kisses, yet enough to satisfy him.

You two came together. He was done.

Was he?

He went for a second round. And third. And fourth. Every round went rougher and rougher. He didn't stop until he was empty.

The evening passed by and he was finally done with you. You felt so sleepy to clean yourself, so he offered to bathe you and dress you up. After that, he carried you to your bed and tucked you in. He remained beside you, caressing your face and hair until you were deep in your sleep.

Barbatos returned to the work he was doing with a smile on his face. He wishes you would dominate him more often, he adored it so much.

[lorei-writes]

Masterlist of entries for Shapes of Love Creation Challenge.

Honey-less Slumbers by @venulus

Ikemen Prince; Luke x GenderNeutral!Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love)

Nostra Unica Famiglia by @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Vampire; Leonardo & Pureblood!Reader; secondary Charles x Pureblood!Reader; SFW; Storge (Familial Love)

Why by @eventinelysplayground

Ikemen Prince; Silvio & Rio; Silvio x MC; SFW; Storge (Familial Love) & Mania (Obsessive Love)

Rock & Currents by @lorei-writes

Ikemen Prince; Chevalier x OC; SFW; Pragma (Enduring Love)

Mine by @violettduchess

Ikemen Prince; Gilbert x Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love) & Mania (Obsessive Love)

Portrait of a Gentleman Through the looking glass by @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Prince; Clavis x MC; SFW; Ludus (Playful Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love)

Superior Vena Cava by @kaizoku-musume

Ikemen Prince; Clavis x OC; SFW; Mania (Obsessive Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love)

Seven Rooms by @keithsandwich

Ikemen Prince; Keith & Alter!Keith x OC; SFW; Storge (Familial Love) & Pragma (Enduring Love) & Eros (Sensual Love)

Elements by @lorei-writes

Ikemen Sengoku; Kanetsugu x Reader; SFW; Eros (Sensual Love)

Thank you for participating!

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley cute boyfriend HCs ~ Fluff

Dating HC

Genderneutral mc| Aged up 18+ as always.

On your first date, he was too nervous to even touch you. He kept a respectable distance but stayed as close as possible.

On your second date, he finally worked up the courage to hold your hand. He squeezed it and laced his fingers with yours all night.

The third date, he was very flustered and you two ended up just hugging at the end and saying good night.

The fourth date is when he finally got the courage to kiss you. It was short and sweet and made it impossible not to smile like a damn fool.

After more sweet kisses and interesting dates, he eventually he asked you to be his partner. It was a bit quicker than you'd expected but a very welcome request. Of course you said yes! 🌟

Dinner picnic dates on the beach that turn into you both laying on a blanket watching the sky and chatting late into the evening.

You share lots of sweet kisses and Garreth puts his arm around you, holding you close every chance he gets.

Flirting with him when your just hanging out with your friends always gets you two some looks from them. They always tease you both about your relationship.

Garreth always has a brilliant smile when he flirts with you.

He always listens to you when you need to vent or just talk something through. Somehow he always knows what the right thing to say is and tosses in a gem of wisdom every now and again. (you're shook everytime it happens)

You may play with his hair anytime. He is very serious. Anytime

He loves buying or picking up little trinket sized gifts that remind him of you. Anything from travels together or inside joke reminders. You keep them lined up on your bookshelf at home. It makes him smile to see you treating them so importantly.

He loves goofing around with you and there's nothing he loves more than seeing a smile on your face that he caused.

He's very much into PDA and touch is one of his top love languages. He doesn't want to go over the top and make you uncomfortable in any way, but if you didn't stop him, he'd definitely be down to have a full blown make out session in public.

He loves taking you to all his family functions. There's just something so special about you getting to know his family that he adores. (Plus, he loves picturing you in his life as a permanent long term partner)

His family loves you. They even go all out and buy you presents for your birthday and winter holidays. They go all out with you just as much as they do their own family members on any gift giving holiday.

Garreth knew you were the one after your first meeting. He just used the first few dates to confirm what his heart already knew.

[vividescapist]

wake me up in twenty (reader/fone)

Game: Honey Hotline (@ringringringbananafone)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4599

Content warnings: Possessiveness, masturbation, non-consensual come ingestion. Yandere typical warnings apply.

Other notes: Genderneutral reader, second-person POV, POV shift. Un-beta’d so you’ll likely find some mistakes.

Description: MC falls asleep in Fone’s bedroom and Fone decides to be a degenerate (affectionate) about it.

If you’re only here for Fone having some fun solo time, you can skip down to the line marked with - that’s where the POV shift begins.

The back of your head has been pulsing painfully for the last hour or so. You blame the sleep deprivation but it’s not like your fucked up schedule is an easy fix these days. You’ve tried before, hitting the hay at ten pm sharp, only to spend another four hours staring at the ceiling while counting sheep. You’ve also tried getting up early, in hopes of the day wearing you out and helping you fall asleep earlier but no dice. It’s way too easy to get lost in assignments and projects and studying. Months ago, that was still interspersed by watching an anime or reading some webtoons but ever since your step mother caught you, as she put it “Wasting your time”, you’ve focused on studying.

At least that way, when she catches you, she can’t call you a useless waste of space. At least you’re putting some effort into your education. At least you won’t make her look bad in front of her friends.

Hah.

Last night, your mind had been occupied with the mysterious voice messages. Whoever was sending them to you must have been watching you as they’d sent you a rapid fire of text messages while your thumb had hovered over the block button. But how? In a fit of paranoia, you had searched every nook and cranny of your room, trying to find cameras, other possible recording devices but… Nothing. Everything looked as it always had.

With a deep sigh, you rub your eyes before staring blearily at your laptop screen again.

Your group’s presentation cheerfully stares back at you.

You’ve moved on to adding to Seon’s notes now, along with the pictures Fone and you have managed to find, and all in all, it shouldn’t be a tough task. Seon is nothing if not meticulous in his note taking and it’s all very concise and easily understandable. It should be a piece of cake to transfer it all to slides. It’s a textbook case of the good old copy/paste method.

Only, you haven’t gotten any work done in the last ten minutes. Your fingers have refused to type anything and instead, you’ve been dragging them over the touchpad, aimlessly switching between slides without taking anything in.

The brightness of the screen is beginning to make your headache worse and you sigh again, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes. 

Alright. This is how it’s going to work. You’re going to pull your hands away from your face and focus up. You’re going to find the latest slide and finish transferring the notes. Then, you’re going to check on the transition animations again and–

You feel a tug on your sleeve.

Startled, you drop your hands and turn your head, meeting Fone’s concerned gaze.

Right. You’re sitting in his bedroom, both of you leaning against the pile of pillows near his bed. He’d been looking something up on his phone and taking notes for the presentation. You were so lost in your own head that you briefly forgot where you were. You have no one to blame but yourself for this because…

It’s been very, very comfortable, spending time with Fone. It wasn’t, in the beginning, you’d be lying if you claimed that it was. He was awkward and stiff and kept watching your every move. You still haven’t fully figured out what the looks were for but you have tentatively, after spending more time with him, settled on anxiety. Why else would he be looking at you with such intensity, if not to make sure that you weren’t a threat to his wellbeing? You’d asked about his family and he’d gone as stiff as a board, shutting you out. And, you suspect, his muteness doesn’t make it easy for him to initiate contact with strangers. You’ve not paid much attention before but really, he doesn’t seem to be hanging out with anyone. You know it’s not nice to hypothesize but you’ve seen how people act when their child falls outside of the norm and if Fone’s parents have tried to put pressure on him, tried to force him out of his comfort zone, well…

You know being overwhelmed and feeling helpless very intimately.

So it’s sweet that he seems to enjoy being in your presence now. He’s gone from being incredibly shy and unemotive to giving you the sweetest smiles, to slowly opening up and you, too, have softened in response. How could you not, when faced with his scribbled messages? The way he’d held Mallow on that first day. How he’d walked you home? And it hadn’t stopped at the one time, you’d walked each other home over the last two days now. It seemed so natural, just slotted into place for you. You’re not bothered by his silences, you’re not bothered by his stares. 

It’s very… endearing.

And it may or may not be becoming a bit of a problem for you. Especially since you don’t know if he’s the one sending you those voice messages. But would someone like Fone, who has such trouble talking to strangers, really find the courage to leave erotic voice messages? 

Another tug makes you aware of the fact that you’ve been silent for a while and you quickly bring a smile to your lips.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m really absent minded today, right?”

Fone’s brows furrow, just a tiny bit, and he’s holding up his notebook to show you a message he must have written while you went on your little tangent. 

‘Are you alright?’

Your lips part in surprise before your teeth instantly sink into your bottom lip. Yeah, you weren’t exactly subtle but you’d really been hoping Fone wouldn’t notice. He’d been busy enough as it is.

“Just a bit of a headache. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Don’t worry, I think I’ll be done with Seon’s section soon and then the presentation will be as good as finished!”

Fone’s concerned expression doesn’t change much but his gaze drifts away from your face. He’s staring at the wall now, clearly thinking and you cannot help but quietly marvel at his profile. You cannot actually pinpoint what it is but Fone is… truly pretty. You don’t think he’d like it if you called him that to his face, maybe he would take calling him handsome better but you think pretty really fits him best. The line of his nose, the curve of his lips. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles or how his cheeks fill with color when he’s going shy on you. It’s the accumulation of all these tidbits which make Fone pretty and attractive in your eyes.

…

Wait. Attractive?

Before you can have another internal crisis, Fone is writing something in his notebook and is soon holding it up for you to read. He seems oddly agitated but at least he’s meeting your eyes.

‘I have some painkillers but they could make you sleepy. Would you like one? ^w^’

That is incredibly sweet of him and you cannot help but smile in return. Shy and anxious Fone may be but he’s so caring and warm, always acting considerate towards you. You long to pull him into a hug but you control yourself though you fleetingly think about how easily Fone fit against you the last time you hugged him. He’d slotted against your body as if he was meant to be there.

“No, but thank you. I promise, it’s just a handful of Seon’s notes left. It really won’t take long!”

You’re trying to laugh your discomfort off and are reaching out to give Fone’s elbow a reassuring squeeze. You really don’t want him to worry about you and the way his brows are drawing closer together makes you think that he isn’t happy with your statement. You catch his mouth twisting as he continues to study you. In return, you pull out your most winsome smile but it must come out as a grimace because Fone goes back to writing, his hand movements more sharp and janky than you’re used to.

‘I could finish the slides and it was my job to check the transitions after you were done anyway. It really wouldn’t be much more work. ( ´ n｀)’

Fone’s body is now fully turned towards you, as if he’s dedicating all of his attention to you. You feel put on the spot and scratch at your cheek while avoiding his gaze. There’s something alight in him now and you fear that, if you were to meet his eyes, you’d find yourself unable to look away. 

Why is your heartbeat picking up? What the heck?

You really don’t want to take advantage of his kindness. But the pain has been steadily increasing in intensity and it’s really only a handful more notes, not even a full slide. If looking at the screen hadn’t made it all worse, you’d have finished half an hour ago. Instead, you’d made progress at a snail’s pace. Maybe it would be better if you took that painkiller and let Fone finish up for you. You’re taking up his time as well and while you know he’s not visiting the animal shelter later, maybe he still had different plans and here you are, wasting his time.

You hesitate for a split second longer before nodding and putting the laptop down in front of you.

“I’m really sorry that you have to do my bit, too. I promise, I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”

Fone quickly shakes his head at your promise and gives you a brief but truly adorable smile. He flips through the book until he finds a pre-written ‘No problem’ and then gets up and disappears through the door leading to the hallway.

Sighing, you draw your knees to your chest and rest your forehead on them. You allow yourself to wallow in self-pity for a few heartbeats before you turn your head to the side so you can watch the door. No further self-deprecation today. Fone is a grown man and so are you and you like to think that you are friends. Friends help each other out and take care of each other in situations like this. Really, you’re blowing this way out of proportion.

The door creaks but it isn’t Fone who enters. You grin when you see the familiar form of Mallow pad over to you and you quickly offer a hand for them to sniff. You’re still not over Fone’s and Mallow’s matching scarves and only helps cement that Fone is really just a caring guy. Awkward and shy, yes, but overall? Lovable.

While you’re busy spoiling Mallows with chin scritches because they are the best cat, the door is nudged open once more and Fone steps through. He all but thrusts the bottle he’s carrying in your face and you take it with a huff of a laugh. He’s really insistent on this. You hold out your hand for the painkiller and when he hands it over, his fingers brush over your palm. They’re clammy and hot, by now a familiar sensation as you’ve held his hand plenty of times, but you briefly consider asking for a new, not… sweat covered pill but that would be incredibly ungrateful and rude. Fone just sweats easily.

“Thank you, Fone.”

You beam at him while he sits down, then open the bottle and wash the painkiller down with your favorite beverage, which Fone’s been stocking ever since you’ve started coming around. Speaking of Fone, he’s already reaching for his notebook again and flipping through the pages. His cheeks are red, clearly embarrassed by your gratitude and you really wish you could get away with cupping his face and squishing it gently. Whenever he gets like this, Fone truly reminds you of a hamster.

He finally finds what he’s looking for and taps the ‘You’re welcome’ message before picking up your laptop and parking it on his lap. A couple of clicks later and he’s typing away, eyes moving back and forth between the notes and the slides. You really envy him for how fast he’s able to do this, you’ve gotten pretty fast over the years but Fone is most certainly speedier than you are. You watch as Seon’s notes begin to fill the slide, followed by an image in a corner. But Fone doesn’t seem happy with how things turned out, creating a new slide and moving half the notes over before adding more graphs and images to make the subject easier to understand. 

Cute. He’s so cute and considerate in his determination to convey the topic and make it easy to understand for everyone.  

Mallow butts their head against your fingers again and you pick them up and hold them against your chest, absently petting them as you close your eyes. You handed over the laptop in part so you would stop staring at it so as to not worsen your headache so you really should stop and it brings you almost immediate relief when you do. The room is filled with the sound of Fone typing and clicking away, his soft and even breathing and Mallow’s gentle purring. Distantly, you can hear the noise of traffic. You’ve noticed it before but something about Fone’s room smells familiar. It’s comforting and you briefly wonder if you’re using the same laundry detergent.

…

…

This is nice. You’re comfortable and warm and…

Wait, you’re beginning to fall asleep. Shit. Yeah, Fone had said that the painkillers might make you sleepy but you hadn’t actually considered the ramifications. Quickly, you open your eyes again and catch Fone staring at you.

Shit, you hadn’t begun to nod off and snore or something like that, right? Or maybe started drooling?

You quickly wipe at your mouth and are relieved when your fingers come away dry. Crisis averted.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said these might make me sleepy. Do you have an energy drink or coffee, I don’t want to fall asleep on you?”

Fone is pursing his lips and before you know it, his notebook is back in his hands.

‘You can lie down on my bed, I don’t mind. You look really tired.’

Oh man. Do your eyebags have eyebags again? Did they multiply again while you weren’t paying attention?

You open your mouth to argue though, to politely turn Fone down because, well. It’s his bed and wouldn’t it be weird to nap while he’s putting all of this effort into the presentation? You aren’t a slacker and would hate to put all of the workload on Fone’s shoulders.

But a yawn escapes you instead and you know that, if you want to put in the effort and help Fone, maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt? Just to rest your eyes for a couple of minutes.

"Alright. But wake me up in twenty, please?”

Fone’s head bobs in acknowledgement so you put Mallow down and push yourself up, only to flop down on his bed three steps later. You pull one of his many pillows closer and, after a brief moment of hesitation, drag up the blanket. 

This is weird. Isn’t it? You’ve only known Fone for a handful of days and now you’re about to sleep in his bed. You’re not the type of person who does this. Yeah, you’ve had sleepovers with your friends but you’ve always slept on the floor or a mattress or the couch but never in their bed.

But it… smells kind of nice? You’ve thought about this earlier, that Fone’s room smells familiar. It seems the source of it really is his bed. Discreetly, you turn your face into the pillow and inhale.

Yeah, definitely the bed. It’s such a mellow smell and it makes you think of your own bedroom. In increments, your body begins to relax as you’ve finally settled on your side you can keep watching Fone while he works. The afternoon light paints freckles on his cheeks through the curtains and you cannot help but smile at the sight. His eyes are such a beautiful and alluring shade of brown. And his hair… You always thought it was such a nice contrast.

Your fingers twitch a little as your eyes begin to fall shut. You wonder… What would his braid feel like… if you were to run your fingers over it…?

You blink. Blink again. And then your eyes are closing.

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Fone waits for a couple of minutes longer before he stops typing random nonsense onto the slide to stare at his sleeping honey. He knows they have had a very short night, so did he, but he really didn’t expect the painkillers to make them fall asleep. Drowsy, he’d hoped for. They had been sitting next to him and maybe, in their state, they would have leaned against him, subconsciously seeking warmth.

Now, his honey is asleep on his bed. 

His honey is asleep on his bed. Fone can feel his breathing growing heavier. He cannot believe it. He’s imagined this moment, dedicated entire hours to fantasizing about this. How they would snuggle into the pillows and perhaps smile cutely at him before gesturing for him to join them. How they would look on his bed, relaxed and defenseless and trusting. 

Fone puts the laptop down and shuffles over to the edge of his bed so he can study his honey’s face more closely. Their slightly parted lips look so plump that he briefly entertains leaning in and biting down on them. How he would muffle his honey’s surprised shout with his mouth and kiss them until they would be breathless and holding on to him, torn between pulling him closer or keeping him in place. Maybe Fone would have them roll onto their back so he could cover their body with his own. That was, they wouldn’t be able to see or feel anything but him. Inhale his scent. Wind their hands into his hair and whine, a noise for his ears and his ears only. Look at him with lust and love filled eyes. Fone wants to kiss them until either of them run out of breath and when they part, their lips would look wet and messy and with an indent where he’d bit them–

Biting back a whimper, Fone pulls himself out of the fantasy. He’s rock hard in his pants, dick pressing insistently against the material. 

Nothing riles him up as quickly as his honey does. Everything about them has him panting and drooling. And they’re so close now, just within reach. And who could blame him if he were to just… Reach out?

So Fone does. He raises a hand to run the very tip of his fingers over their hair. There’s barely a connection and yet it’s as if he’s getting zapped by electricity. It races down his spine and Fone bites down on his tongue so he doesn’t moan noisily. He doesn’t want to wake them up but they are so irresistible. Maybe it… Would be fine if he touched them a little more? They’re fast asleep, right? And if they woke up to him petting their hair, he could probably play it off as him trying to wake them up, right? 

He can… get away with this. Right?

Mallow meows from a pillow they’ve curled up on.

Fone’s hand hovers over his honey’s head for a moment. Then, slowly, he stands. If he’s going to do this…

Mallow weighs next to nothing in his arms as he carries his beloved pet to the bedroom door. He feels kind of bad about kicking them out but there’s no way that he’s keeping them in his bedroom while he’s indulging in his vices.

And is it really a vice if he’s in love?

He watches briefly as Mallow struts down the hallway before closing and locking the door. Just in case. He really doesn’t want to get interrupted.

Taking a deep breath, Fone turns back to face the bed.

His honey is still curled up on it, a feast for his eyes.

How badly he wants to touch them. How badly he wants to run his hands all over them, how badly he wants to reach for the spot between their legs and feel their arousal. Arousal he awakened in them, made happen by kissing and licking and sucking all their favorite spots. Fone doesn’t quite know where all of them are, he has some suspicions but that’d be half the fun, right? Teaching his honey all the spots which make them feel good, getting them as addicted to him as he is to them. Or granting them reign to explore Fone’s own body. He wants to be the focus of their undivided attention, he wants his honey to look at him with such intensity that it’ll set him ablaze. He wants to feel seen.

Fone wants them to look at only him. He is the only one who understands what they need and is the only one who can give it to them. And if anyone tries to get between them, he’ll–

No. No, he’s wasting precious time.

Quietly, as not to wake them, Fone walks over to the bed and kneels next to it. His honey looks so blissful and innocent, face half buried in his pillow. Do they… like his smell that much? Heat creeps into his cheeks. He used that pillow this morning. He’d rocked against it, gasping his honey’s name. He’d come all over it and had intended to wash it but then he’d dozed off and hadn’t gotten around to it at all so he’d tossed it onto the rest of his pillow pile.

But maybe his honey had a knack for seeking him out and looked specifically for something which had the strongest scent?

Did they already subconsciously decide that they wanted Fone?

If that was true, then… Wouldn’t it be okay for him to touch them more?

One hand begins to stroke their hair, slowly and carefully, while the other undoes the button on Fone’s pants to make space for it to slip inside. There’s a wet spot on his underwear already, he can feel it, so Fone tugs his dick until the head is peeking out. There’s precome beading at the slit and Fone uses his thumb to spread it around before he gives himself the first cautious stroke. He’s watching his honey like a hawk, looking for signs of wakefulness but they are out cold. Shit… They are so vulnerable and cute, just for him. There’s no one else they do this with, Fone would know. He knows every part of their day quite intimately. And if there was someone else? 

Fone would kill them.

He groans at the thought of it, his honey coming to him with tears in their eyes, ignored and abandoned by their friends, and Fone, their only anchor, would console them. Would hold them close and pet their hair, just like he’s doing now. They’d open up to him and cling to him and maybe Fone would be able to make them see that they need no one but him. That he’s the only person in their life who truly matters.

Fone’s toes dig into the rug below as he begins to fuck up into his hand, desperately stifling his whimpers though he cannot suppress his heavy breathing. As much as he wants to keep touching his honey’s hair, he’s worried he’s going to end up twisting his fingers in their hair and pulling on accident, inadvertently waking them up. 

He’s not ready for that. Not yet.

So he moves his hand to grip his bedding tightly instead, fisting the sheets. 

His entire bed is going to smell like his beloved. Fone’s never washing these sheets again, ever.

Oh, how he wishes he could be crouched above them. But the rocking of the bed would surely wake them up and Fone hasn’t spent the last couple of days sending his honey messages and getting them used to his presence just to waste it all with a careless moment of lust. 

It’s alright, their face will do just fine. Every single part of them is perfect.

Groaning, Fone grinds faster against his palm as the image of their face covered in his come fills his head. Covering their cheeks, spread over their nose and lips. Maybe their tongue would dart out just for a taste of him. Fuck, maybe it would drip down their throat and his honey would be considerate enough to scoop it up and bring it to their lips-

Wasting nothing he could give to them–

The look they’d give him as they’d lick it off of their fingers.

Smoldering and wanting. Eager for him to come and mark them. As if they really, truly want it.

Fone cannot fully stifle his whimper as he ruts desperately into his own hand, coating his palm with precome. Close, he’s so fucking close! Just a little more. Just a little more and he’ll be coming.

His honey makes a tiny noise and Fone’s gaze snaps to their lips. They are still parted, alluring and inviting, as if they want Fone to spill all over them and Fone–

He really can’t hold back any longer.

Fone all but sees stars when the mounting heat finally reaches a tipping point and he comes, hard and messily, over his palm and his fingers. It’s always a lot, thick and Fone wedges his other hand into his pants so he can give his balls a bit of a squeeze. The sensation has his thighs quaking as another shot of come hits his palm. And even though every nerve in his body is buzzing, is on fire, he’s still not looking away from his honey’s face. 

Wonderful. They are a marvel and they are his.

He’s too far gone to try and catch any stray shots so when Fone finally comes down from his high, he notices some damp spots on his sweater. Ungh. Hopefully, they’ll be dry by the time his honey wakes up. Panting harshly, Fone allows his head to drop back for a moment and bask in the afterglow.

But… what to do with the semen coating his hand? 

His gaze falls on the bottle his honey had drunk from earlier. Slowly, he gets up and shuffles over to it. Yes. Yes, he wants his honey to take a part of him home with them. So he twists off the cap and angles his hand so his come runs down his palm, down his fingers, from where it ultimately drips down into the drink. When the flow begins to slow down, he presses one finger after another into the bottle and smears what’s left coating them against the inside of the bottle. Once that’s done, he twists the cap back on and swirls the bottle around, watching with half lidded eyes as his come mixes with the drink. 

Eyes bright with satisfaction, Fone leaves the bottle where he found it and exits the bedroom to clean up a little.

And when his precious honey wakes half an hour later, the first thing Fone does is offer the bottle to them.

Watching them guzzle the contents down greedily sates a deeply possessive part of him. 

Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, he’ll be able to slip them actual sleeping pills. Maybe tomorrow, he will finally be able to rub himself all over the real deal. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll give them a reason to stop going home at all.

[twilightrocksfanfic]

the pack & mates dealing after the newborn battle

summary: The first few hours after the wolf pack returns to Billy’s house with the literally broken Jacob and reader mc being reunited with Embry. It’s all just pain and fluff

information: written in second person, no mention of y/n, could be read as genderneutral, fluff, pain, everyone is just numb with shock, Embry is imprinted on reader, talks about multiple relationships

authors note: I didn’t go to bed because I felt guilty about posting none-Twilight stuff so to proof a point, here a fic, thats been collecting dust on my PC for probably two years+ 

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When the pack rushed in, carrying a screaming Jacob everything happened quickly. 

Between you opening the door for them all, to Dr. Cullen closing Jacobs door behind him, it seemed as if only seconds had passed.

You, Emily, and Kim had come over as soon as Charlie had left and waited there for the pack to come back. 

The scream in the woods was only able to tell you that it was bad. Not how bad or for whom it was bad. 

In the minutes after the initial scream none of you knew if your partner had even made it off that field and Emily almost cried in relief when Sam yelled towards the house to let the girls know they were coming.

Kim and Jared leaned against the couch on the floor.

You all sat together in the living room, cramped onto the small couch and on the floor.

Emily had stopped cooking.

For the first time in forever no one in the pack felt like eating. Instead, she rested her head against Sam’s shoulder, holding his hand tight and pressing her eyes together even closer whenever a cracking bone was audible from Jacobs room.

She sat between his legs and drew circles on his arms and hands while humming a melody you had never heard before. She seemed to be able to tune out the pain of Jacob’s screams entirely, but Jared’s full body twitched whenever they filled the room. 

Then Kim grabbed one of his hands from her waist and kissed it, before tuning out again. You and Embry sat in the armchair, you had your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. 

All you knew was that he seemed traumatized and exhausted and scared and tired. They all did. 

You tried to make him fall asleep, but every time Jacob’s cracking bones followed by screams filled the room, he squeezed you a little tighter, pressing his face a little more onto your neck.

You were about a hundred percent sure that he was crying but could not see his face to be sure.

It seemed like forever until Dr. Cullen opened the door again and explained that Jacob was going to be fine after all. He told you that Jacob was going to be in pain when he woke up, and that you should be prepared for that.

“The Morphine should take him out for a while but I have no idea how to dose it for your kind. I hope he is out for bit. I would advise you all to go home and sleep a little. God knows you deserve it.” 

He shook Billy’s hand and then left the house without another word.

For the first time in what felt like forever something like peace entered the small hut. For a short minute no one said anything. Embry had stopped crying and you liked to believe that he finally fell asleep.

Billy was the first to say something: “The Doc’s right, you kids should go home, get a good night of sleep” and with that he turned around to his room and disappeared behind his door.

Kim was the first to get up and she pulled up Jared right after.

“We’re gonna go home, okay?” She said caressing his cheek with her hand and smiling lightly. He only nodded. The circles under his eyes were just as dark as the ones of the other boys.

He probably could have fallen asleep on the spot. 

“Wait, wait” Emily struggled off the couch and walked over to hug him. It was a motherly hug full of relieve and tiredness.

You got up as well and walked up to them. 

“I need one too” you said before wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him tightly. He hugged you back and rested his chin on your head.

Then he broke you apart and waved one last time at the group. 

Paul got up as well and he already had a cocky smile back on his face, as he walked up to you with his arms open. You were too tired and too relieved to be annoyed by it and so instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lift you off your feet.

He laughed, as he set you back to the ground where you gave him a peck on the cheek. As Emily hugged Paul, you were hugging Sam. 

Quietly you said goodbye to each other until it was only you, Quil and the sleeping Embry. Neither of them would leave Jacobs side and you were not going to leave Embry alone for even one more second. 

So, you sat with Quil on the couch and watched Embry sleep in the armchair.

The house lay completely quiet for a couple of hours and as much as you tried, you could not help but be pulled into the darkness for at least a little while.

“You know you could lay down and sleep. I’ll wake you if Jake needs anything” You offered when you noticed that Quil could hardly keep his eyes open.

As he slid down against you and onto your lap he said “I don’t know what you mean. I am not,” he yawned “tired at all” he reached for your hand and put it on his head and as you started to run your nails over his skull, he drifted out of consciousness.

You woke up with the first sun rays touching your face. Slightly disturbed you got up to close the curtains and then decided to check in on Jacob. His room lay completely dark, but he turned his head towards you when he heard the door.

“Hey Superman” you said smiling as you closed the door behind you to walk up to his window and let some fresh air in.

“How are you doing? Do you need anything?” You decided to leave the curtain partially open, just enough to give the room a slightly spooky smokey lightning. When you turned around, you saw Jacobs face for the first time. It was sweaty… in pain. He closed his eyes before he spoke, trying to find the right words in the darkness.

“It hurts” he pressed forward between his lips and as he opened his eyes a tear rolled down his temples.

Never had you felt this sorry for anyone in your life and as proud as Jacob usually was, he did not mind you running the wet cloth on his night stand over his forehead.

“You’re burning Jake” He just swallowed as you dripped some of the water into his hair and on his chest.

“Then everything’s just as it’s supposed to be.” He answered without looking at you.

“Jake this isn’t normal, you’re so much hotter than Embry.” You heard it as you had said it and bit your lip when Jacob smiled a little at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, yeah I heard it too, I’ll give you that one.” He seemed a little more relaxed after that.

“Do you want me to get you some water? Like to drink” He smiled again and that time he looked like he was in a little less pain than before.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The house still lay quiet.

Jacob chunked his water and fell asleep again shortly after.

Even though it was morning by then, the sky was still dark, and it rained.

So, you climbed into his lap and kissed the top of his head. He cuddled into your chest and you wrapped your arms around him.

You thought about checking on Billy but decided that it might have been a little weird for you to peek into his bedroom and after walking about the house a little you decided to sit with Embry for a while.

He was still sleeping on the armchair, but you were convinced that there was nothing, that could have woken him.

For a while, the only thing you could hear was his calm regular breathing. You could feel him moving under you when you had almost gone back to sleep.

“Embry?” You whispered as he wrapped his arms around your closer,

"mhh" he answered as he placed some small kisses on your neck. You smiled and pulled his head away so you could look at him.

“Good morning handsome” you said and before he could answer, you kissed him passionately. He responded, after a few seconds of surprise and kissed you back just as loving.

When you broke the kiss, he smiled at you a little confused and you knew that all was going to end well.

[justlarkin]

"Cthulhu is my nemesis *growls in bottom*"

Confirmation that yes, Cthulhu can teleport like we've seen other Old Ones (and Shiro) do.

"Go, human simp! Protect your genderneutral queen!" "Sigh, guess I have to! Totally don't want to, but JUST SIT THERE AND WATCH ME, MY CUTE HUMAN!!"

MC rizz strikes a combo. Pazuzu is trying to get their number.

Annnnnd Hastur finally realizes that the octopus man is in MC. He's not pleased.

"Uugggh, do I have to help?? OF COURSE I DO THEY LOOK LIKE AN ADORABLE PRECIOUS HUMAN-"

[marshmallowprotection]

So it's father's day over here as I'm typing this and while I don't usually remember about that day unless I'm reminded of it, I can just imagine Saeyoung greeting Jumin a 'Happy Cat Dad Day' (and asking if he can visit Elly)

And also MC a Happy Cat Dad (genderneutral) #2? Day

Anyways everyone gets a cat mug and it's a win ✨

Jumin would appreciate the enthusiasm but flattery will get Saeyoung nowhere... If it helps you feel a bit better, Jumin will use that mug now and again since it was a gift from his friend and he doesn't put that to waste. He's a proud caretaker of Elizabeth and he won't be minced to show it. Everybody will ooo and aaa at the blurry selfie of Jumin holding a cat mug on this fine Sunday.