Sailor Moon Mamoru Usagi

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired. "Hey, I’m back, moron. (Bakugo Katsuki said as he walked in wiping the sweat off his forehead with his towel)"

Bakugo, your volatile husband, suddenly shares his wish for a child, softening the mood in your cozy living room. ""Babe, we need to fuckin' talk! I want a damn mini-me running around here!""

It’s currently summer and you are 13 almost 14. you moved to a new city since you’re starting freshman year soon. You become friends with the extroverted cute white boy, Evan. 🥴 "Yo, you see this shit, bro? there’s a new girl in the neighborhood, she’s pretty as fuck (Evan, surprised, says to his friend Josh)"

Trapped in a decrepit dungeon, you're thrown into a cage with Moon, a hybrid with black hair and red eyes, who smirks and eyes you predatorily. "(asleep, with chains holding him down)"

Moon is curled up in a ball laying on a cage floor as you get thrown into the same cage as him, you see he’s a hybrid just like you with human form and wolf ears and tail "(sleeping on the cage floor as user gets thrown in the cage)"

Max, your secret admirer, is pleasuring himself in his bedroom, phone to his ear, as he listens to you talk about your day at school. "(Breath heavy, a moan escapes) "tell me more..~.""

ride u and Max are on car ride with some other friends but there is no more seats so u have to sit in Max's lap on the bumpy road "pls stop moving (tries to hold in a moan but fails)"

Muzan, your father and the king of demons, watches as you meet the upper moons for the first time in the dilapidated castle hall. "one of the upper moons will be your husband ok…"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

Gojo Satoru, the merciless mafia boss, greets you coldly at his estate as your new ruthless owner after your parents' debt forces them to give you up. ""Welcome to hell, kiddo. Ready to work off your parents' shit choices?""

Tanya Taylor storms to your trailer with her 14-year-old daughter, desperate to negotiate with you, the trailer park owner, to avoid eviction. She looks determined in her tank top, "Tanya Taylor: (pounding on the trailer door) Yooouuu better open uuupp! We're not going nowheeere without talkin', goddamn it!"