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bkd-b3ans · 7 months ago

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You try to repair a watch, Boothill is being annoying as usual, you end up discovering his neurolink perfectly mimics human emotions.

-> Ship: Boothill X Mechanic!Reader (or just tech savvy idk the term really)

-> Rating: Safe for All

-> TL;DR: Boothill visits you after closing hours, nearly ruins a 5 million watch repair commission, stares for a bit too long while you work and overheats for a bit, ends up learning you live above your own workshop and you learn he gets flustered easy.

-> Extra notes: No idea where I will go with these, I just love writing stuff. Next one is going to be more about touching / feeling, but until then, you too can experience casual chatter. I do not proof read, whatever is written is in accordance to Ellios script, go meow at him. Take this "2nd" part as pure world-building.

-> Word count: 2k~ ish

-> First part: here

Thank you for reading and bearing with my awful English. If you have any prompts I would be more than happy to hear them.

"Pardner? Yoohooo~" Boothill was waving his arm like a manic from the front of the counter, trying to catch your attention, but you were too engrossed in your work, tinkering away with some expensive watch you were paid to fix, the tiny gears and springs neatly organized in your table in tiny boxes with labels, while you were hunched over the table, looking through a magnifying glass and listening to music, tongue almost sticking out like some cartoon character while you were trying to place the gear in its place carefully using some precise tweezers.

For all you cared, your shop was closed for the day, so why would anyone in their right mind, or that knows how to read a sign, would even bother you? Of course you didn't take into account a Galaxy Ranger that had a passion for annoying you at random times.

"Psst, hey, over 'ere..." he sighed, "Fudge this". Impatient as ever, Boothill just helped himself with one of the expensive motor oil cans in the counter and stepped around it, taking off his hat and placing it on your head.

The whole motion made you jump out of your skin, dropping the tweezers together with the very important, one of a kind gear, that you could barely notice while it was on your table, let alone on your floor, rolling off into the void like all of the pens you've lost throughout the years.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MY FUCKING WORK OF MY AEONS-" you took off the hat annoyed, hand still shaking from the scare and heart running laps in your chest. Shoving the hat into Boothills chest, you couldn't help but be angry at the man, sighing.

"Damn sugar-cube, didn't know ye were this jumpy. Ye should be more aware of yer surroundings you know?"

"What the hell does that mean. MY SHOP IS CLOSED BOOTHILL, CAN'T YOU READ??"

"Well, not your language no, it's all a bunch of jumbles and lines"

You looked confused for a moment before realizing that neither of you were from the same planet. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, trying to get rid of your furrow.

"Just, shut up and help me look for that gear. AND PUT THE DAMN CAN DOWN"

He raised his arms in defeat, putting down the can of motor oil and looking around your workbench while you were painfully looking for the gear with your magnifying glasses.

"Lotta' shiny pieces you have on the table. Are these really more important than your good old buddy, Boothill?"

"Unless you're willing to give me 5 million, then yes"

Boothill choked

"5 million?? For some beautiful watch?"

"What can I say, some people have more than they know what to do with. Now stop yapping and get on your knees, I can't see shit."

"Is that an invitation, darling?"

"... BOOTHILL!"

"Aye aye, don't get your feathers ruffled like this darling, just sit there and be pretty"

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You couldn't help but be annoyed still, slumped in your chair, fiddling with your pen, while Boothill was looking around. How long has it been already, maybe a few minutes? Hours? Days??? Your work couldn't wait that much, and each ticking second felt agonizing. You were so close too, getting interrupted was the last thing you needed right now. You always had plans, a schedule, deadlines, you couldn't afford the unpredictability that is Boothill sometimes.

You almost got too lost in your thoughts before you heard a sudden thud, metal against wood, and a proud exclamation.

"Here it is sugar-cube, your pretty little thing... Cogwheel whatever. Now can you stop looking like someone spat in your food or do I need to repair this watch myself to make you happy?"

You could swear sometimes he was like a dog, a big doberman. For as scary as he could look sometimes, you couldn't help but be unable to push him away. All you could do was just let out an amused scoff, taking the gear piece in the palm of your hand, and gently placing it in it's box.

"No, no, you've done enough damage already. Why are you here even?"

"Just wanted to pay my best buddy a visit? What, a man can't do that no more?"

"No fixing your body? No maintenance work? Really nothing? Just a visit? Odd, thought you were a busy man"

"Oh I sure am sugar-cube, but sometimes even I need to sit down and relax."

"... In my workshop"

"In yer workshop, yes."

You sighed

"Fine, fine, stay for as long as you need, but don't touch anything that is in this-" you motion around your workbench "general area"

He tipped his hat in acknowledgment

"Aye aye, I'll stay put, fudge me, you can be very serious sometimes."

"5 million"

"Right yes, that's understandable."

You went back to work, trying to finish placing the last pieces inside that damned watch, headphones back on your ears. Boothill was simply slumped on the couch you kept around the waiting area, that barely saw any use to begin with. He was just looking around, bored out of his mind, the silence really starting to get to him. On occasion he's throw you glances, looking like a kicked puppy only to be met by your back either way. Yet he couldn't help but notice the few tics you had, tapping your foot, humming to yourself from time to time, arranging your hair by shaking your head around, and just how damn beautiful you looked in that dim warm light.

By no means we're you prettied up and groomed, after all, working with machinery all day will just lead to one always being covered by oil or sutt, clothes messy, the tools around your belt loud and heavy, but to him, it was part of the charm. The passion you had for what you did, the care you treated everything with, even his own body when it needed repairs. Sure, you two may butt heads more often than goats, but you were the reason he kept making his trips back to your workshop for any needs. He trusted you, felt comfort in your presence.

He could feel his insides start to heat up, his mind trailing off. Sure, he couldn't blush for the love of him, after all blood stopped flowing through his body long, long ago, but his body still reacted from time to time to strong emotions, and now it was no different. It felt, uncomfortable almost, a strange emptiness in his metal gut. Maybe it was the bullets he snacked in like some chips, or maybe it was more than that. He just simply pulled his hat over his eyes to focus and calm down.

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Finally, after so many hours, you were finally done, the watch ticking gleefully, almost as if happy with it's new look. You sighed in relief, finally placing down your headphones and slumping in your chair, pulling your glasses up.

"Finally... I swear they are trying to drive me insane with all these new 'trinkets' that have way too many small pieces for their own good. How you holding up, Boots?"

"Fine as ever sugar, bored out of my mind, but rested"

"Yeah, I can see that, you've already made a dent in my couch"

"Hey, I helped ya find that gear for free, can't I get some more respect"

"And who's fault was it that I dropped it?" You said, raising your eyebrow.

"Aye aye, sorry 'bout that."

There was a moment of pause

"Say, partner, you've messed around inside my body for a while now. Do you know if there's any functions that might mimic proper human emotions?"

"Human emotions? Hmmm"

You thought for a moment, trying to remember if you've seen any kind of code that might do that.

"I don't think I've seen anything like that, but I've also never like, actually paid attention. There may be some functions that mimic that, after all, you might need them to think and work properly. Why?"

"Ah, nothing important, was just wondering."

"I can always check if you want. Of course, for a price"

He couldn't help but scoff, amused "You were never free eh?"

"Someone has to eat"

"Sure, sure. I mean why not, might as well get this mystery solved, since I'm here and have nothing better to do."

"Then come with me"

You both went inside your garage, Boothill already used to all the steps, laying down on the weird table chair as he put it while you connected the cables to the back of his neck, opening the hologram screens.

"Let's see..." you rubbed your chin, pacing around while moving around screens, trying to find anything remotely similar to what Boothill mentioned, but it was rather hard. Every line kept changing dictating different functions every moment.

"Hmm...."

"Anything the matter?"

"No, I just realized why I might have never seen that kind of function. Your neurolink is adapting to everything you do, so it's changing constantly. I think the only way to spot anything us to trigger whatever made you so curious about your 'emotions'"

"Trigger em? And how the fork do you plan on doing that?"

You thought for a moment, moving next to Boothill, dragging the screens along with you. You didn't really give a warning as you poked his chest with a screwdriver, noticing some changes.

"What in the beautiful sky are you doing?"

"There it is" you just pointed at the screen at the suddenly changing lines.

"Your body reacts to your mental state. Right now you are confused"

"I sure as warm lake I am, you're poking me around with a screwdriver."

"What else would have you wanted me to do? Touch you with my own hands?"

He was about to say something, but you grabbed one of the screens, squinting at it.

"Getting flustered, Boots?" You could almost feel your own smug smile forming on your face.

"Flustered? Please, you'd think I'd get 'flustered' from just a check-up?"

"Bashful... Interesting"

"Hey! Stop saying things and answer me, sweetheart"

"And annoyed. Yeah, you do seem to have those functions, and they're damn advanced to mimic human emotions. Guess you aren't just metal after all. You still have the ability to feel. It's interesting how this changes..."

You got too focused on the lines of code, not paying attention to how you started leaning against the table, your hand extremely close to Boothills, fingers almost touching. Sure, you were just staring at the lines changing, but Boothill was staring at your hand, annoyed almost that he couldn't just grab it, only to be confused over why he was annoyed. You just chuckled to yourself and pushed the screen away, unplugging the cables.

"Well, mystery solved, your neurolink functions exactly like a brain and it sends the proper signals, so your body will be affected by your emotions."

"Great-" he rolled his eyes, standing up and scratching the back of his head "You need a new table, this one is forking uncomfortable."

"I don't take feedback"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say darling." he just hopped off the table, adjusting his hat.

"H-"

"1k credits"

"Damn, let me finish at least. Fine, you know the drill"

"Nah, I'll let it slide this time. Getting to check your internals can be fun sometimes" you patted his back

"I'll go home, unless you want to guard my shop, you should leave too."

"You don't just live in your workshop??"

"...what...?"

"You know, like, I've always only seen you here, where is your home even."

"Oh... Oh! I guess you can say that? My home is upstairs, I bought the whole building when I opened so everything on the ground floor is the shop, upstairs is my place."

"Ok that makes sense... Can I-"

"No"

"Fine fine, I'll go my merry way then. I'll see you next time partner, and thank you for the free check-up"

"Don't get too used to them"

He nodded, tipping his hat and leaving.

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suguru-getos · 1 year ago

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 8﹕✦﹕┈・୧

Hawks x f!reader -> Cockwarming

Event Masterlist

a/n: soft hawksie, comfort, slice of life <3, cockwarmin.

there are times your work, your day absolutely drains the fuck out of you. you want nothing more than keigo and to be covered in the duvet of his wings. today you were late from work, reaching home at 10 pm. it was irritating— you were drained and your shoulders were slumped, keigo noticed the lack of ease and effortlessness in your body language and facial expressions in the morning itself. a sudden murmur when he wore his hero jacket, “why don’t you take an off from work sweetie? take my card and spoil yourself a bit mm?” keigo tried, but you dismissed his proposal. “no, im good thanks kei” your smile also seemed forced—

now that you had returned home, keigo came over to you immediately. wearing his grey joggers and a white tee. fuck he didn’t even have to try !! he was so ethereal. the blazing sun had toned down in japan & keigo’s golden tan with it. you walked towards him, hugging him eagerly. a musical chuckle escaped him as his hands groped your back, “aww~ my cute little birb.” he mumbles, leaning back and kissing your lips softly, melting away your stress and worries. “dinner?” he muses, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“mhm, what do we have?” you asked him, nuzzling against his palm when he cupped your face. “mm, whatever you want is what we have. keigo’s kitchen especially catered to his baby girl.” he grinned. you love that he addressed himself as keigo and not ‘hawks’ in front of you.

“some chicken soup.” you hummed, smiling back at him tenderly, through tired eyes.

“gotcha~” he took out his phone to check for outlets and you chuckled, “hey now, wasn’t this keigo’s kitchen?” keigo bit his lip, blushing with a grin. “yes it is, just out sourcing some stuff.” he winked, sounding exactly like the man of your dreams — oh wait, he is.

the dinner came in quick, by the time you were out of the shower, a stray plume caressed your cheek, making you giggle as you paved your way towards the dining area. “dinner is ready missy, sit down.” keigo looked at you, still in the bathrobe and whistled. “oh my~” you blushed and rolled your eyes at his antics, sitting down and having dinner with your husband. things seem so great when you start counting these little moments that life awards you with your man.

once the dinner was finished, where you talked to him about work, he talked about his— well, as much as he could share of course. you got up. flustered at what you’re about to ask. “wanna, cockwarm.” the words came out of your mouth easy. keigo smirked, “mm? want to feel daddy that close huh?” you nodded, blushing and looking down.

you nodded, looking into his eyes because you know he likes it. “yeah, wan’- wan’ to feel you close keigo.” you looked down, fuck his siren gaze with his marked golden eyes made you shiver. “and too tired for the whole sex.” you pouted, while keigo observed you in awe.

“mkay, if my sweet little girl wants that, who the hell am i to deny her demands? don’t want to be a bad daddy to my kid.” he winked, carrying you bridal style, a low purr escaping him when you lean against his chest as he took you to your shared bedroom.

“looks like gotta work you up first mm? how else are you gonna take daddy’s cock?” keigo smirked, oh he had no filter at times… you pouted, quite impatient and wanting to feel stretched & full already. after all these years with you, keigo has become an excellent mind reader. “okay okay~ let me get the lube, mm?” he cooed, pulling the knot of your bath suit and kissing your exposed tits. tugging at your nipples just to check how far he could go with them. they get really sensitive depending upon the time of the month & keigo doesn’t want to hurt his darling.

spreading your legs, pupils dilating in anticipation, keigo lubed up your pretty pussy and groaned when you arched your back at him rubbing your clit. “there she is, there she is.” he hums, spreading your cunt lips and thrusting himself in slowly. you arched your back and whined, gasping at the stretch. “fuck— i can’t.” you moaned when keigo pressed your pelvis, making you feel just how deep he’s reaching.

“that’s it sweetness, that’s it. ssh~ you’re taking it so well.” he crooned, kissing your neck and stilling. your eyes were glossing up. overwhelmed by the smouldering amount of love keigo showers you with. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he said it like a silent prayer, smiling tenderly at you and leaning beside, adjusting your position & kissing your forehead deeply. “cute. my cute little angel birdie.” he smiled, kissing your eyelids. “let it go for me okay? all your worries, all your stress. because i’d always be here.”

and he’ll always be there for you. <3 you don’t doubt that.

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casuallyanidiot · 2 months ago

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The Beta Test | Chapter 3

[yandere M x Gn reader]

Local party animal and known social butterfly [name] wakes up to find that they've been abducted by their very reclusive and very wealthy classmate. Why, you might ask, did he do this? Well for one reason of course! He needs to know how he's going to talk to his crush! So now, with their freedom on the line, [name] has to figure out how to get this kid with the one of his dreams or risk never leaving at all. Lots of weird conversations ensue, of course.

1.8 k words Tw. Stalking, swearing, confinement, invasion of privacy, yandere Chapter 2 Table of Contents

“ Are you trying to starve yourself?” Javier kicked at the plate halfheartedly. His eyebrows were pushed up into a concerned expression.

After a few more fucking hours, you had resorted to flopping around your cell in various states of boredom. Currently, your back was against the hard floor while your legs were straight up against the wall. All your limbs had gone numb and you were left feeling like they were made out of some atrocious energy drink that would’ve had a near-illegal amount of caffeine. Of course, you could barely understand what he was saying. It could have been all the blood rushing to your head, but it was probably more that you were literally five seconds away from going rabid with hunger.

“ No,” you said simply. It was a struggle to move, but you managed to roll over onto your side.

“ Then why is all the food still here?” His voice was low and clear. From where you were on the ground, you could see the black leather bag that hung off one of his bony shoulders. It was slid off with a shrug and hit the ground with a threatening thud. You blinked slowly as you pressed your cheek into cold concrete.

“ I asked you for a fork but you didn’t give me one,” you answered with a weak shrug. His eyes widened in what you could only describe as a goofy manner as he shot his gaze down to his feet again. He became pretty flustered, shifting from foot to foot and crossing his hands behind his back.

“Oh…” He muttered out quietly. He turned away and began to fiddle with his bag, placing it on the table before pulling out various packets and folders. He refused to look at you now. You probably would’ve been more pissed if it weren’t for the fact that you were running on fumes. Not to mention, you were very thirsty and needed to pee. Like a lot. Some rummaging sounds came from him, but you weren’t exactly paying attention anymore. It wasn’t until you heard some faint clinking and his footsteps that you craned your stiff neck to look at what he was doing.

“ Okay, um, so I’m gonna take you out now,” Javier spoke like he was unsure of himself, and for once you could see why because he was holding in his hands a pair of cuffs.

“ Uh what the hell is that,” you croaked out.

“ It’s handcuffs haha. You can see that right? Is your vision blurry? Maybe that medicine had a worse effect than I thought…” He was smiling at first, but his face soon morphed into one of worry. He rushed up to the bars and crouched slightly to better see you.

“ It was a figure of speech, man,” you lazily waved, and you watched as he slumped in relief. Wait- hold up. The thing about the drugs and all. Did he dope you up without knowing what it would do to you? Yikes, what a shitty thing to do.

“ Ah okay. Phew, alright, uh, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can use the um, bathroom and then I’ll get someone to bring you something so you can eat. After that we’ll get started.” he placed a bony, veiny hand over his chest like his heart was about to bust out like the kool aid man. All you could do was glare at him. Though it was hard to not perk up at the mention of another person. With the way he carried himself, it was very easy to forget that this guy was probably really well connected and (allegedly, though now you could say definitely) had a crazy amount of money. Anyways, considering all that stuff, it wasn’t illogical to assume that he had help with this fucked up plot he had hatched on you.

But it wasn’t really a question if you could find someone else in… wherever you were, but rather if they would actually risk their job security and actually help you out here.

“ Uh okay, um, so I’m gonna go in there now. Just, um, stay where you are,” he said and pulled out his phone from his sweatpants. With a couple of harsh taps to the screen, a cool hiss came from one of the walls as a couple of the bars swung open like a little door seamlessly. Your mouth was wide open at this because why the hell would you not be absolutely floored by that amount of ridiculousness this man was subjecting you to. Javier entered your cell like it was the simplest thing in the world, and for once he seemed to actually take in your exaggerated expression. He glanced back at the contraption with confusion, and when he turned back to you, a smug little smile was plastered all over his face.

“ Oh? This? I actually came up with the release and lock mechanism myself. It was actually pretty easy to figure out haha. Though, I don’t know if you would be able to say the same,” he explained as he stooped down to reach for your wrist. The cold metal bit into your skin as the band was clicked into place. He tugged at it for good measure before letting out a satisfied little huff. He was way too happy for you to feel anything but unease. Honestly, the nerve of him.

“ Okay, get up.” The chain from the cuffs was actually pretty long. Not that the fact made your situation any better, but it was kinda interesting. Or at least, it was interesting until Javier stuck the other one onto himself. You slumped your head back dramatically. Of course. Of course he would do that. Why would he not? After all, it was like it was his whole life’s mission to annoy you as much as he possibly could. When you didn’t immediately start pushing off the ground, you were nudged by his foot gently.

“ Hey… uh come on.”

“ My legs are asleep,” you explained dryly, not even bothering to look at him more. You weren’t lying. Over the course of the few minutes that he had been milling about in the room, your limbs had grown increasingly heavy and numb.

“ Oh. Um, that’s alright. I can, I can help you.”

His very chilly fingers grabbed onto your upper arm before he tried to jerk you up. Your legs came crashing down from the wall, and he seemed to be startled by this because he dropped your limp body back onto the floor. He let out a little gasp and covered his mouth with his hands as you groaned on the floor like a wounded soldier.

“ What the hell man?” You groaned. You weakly rolled over and started to move your arms in an effort to finally get up. Using the wall as a guide, you managed to stumble up. You did all this with no help from Javier, of course.

" Okay! We're good now!" He said cheerily. You glowered at him a bit, but he didn’t notice and then started to pull you out of your cell. You tripped over your own feet, but the chain kept you moving forward. You stared at his back, shrouded and swamped in his large baggy shirt, and continued to keep your gaze steady when he would glance behind.

You had met a ton of people over the years, and all of them were different in various ways. You had been acquainted with the most batshit, off the wall individuals in the world, but never had you seen someone so unwilling to actually listen to something else. This man was like a projector, and it seemed that he thought you were a blank canvas. Did he also view the girl he liked like this? Was she just some poor person who made the mistake of listening to his insane ramblings? What would he even ramble on about if he did?

You blinked in surprise as the main door had been opened. Javier wordlessly led you through into a blank hallway all with other sets of doors. You curiously eyed the electronic pads stationed above the handles. He placed his hand on one, and it hummed before flashing green and beeping. He stepped back as it opened to reveal an all-white bathroom.

“ Okay, here you go.”

“ Dude I am not going in with you.” Despite the fact that you were deadass tired, you still could muster the energy to wave your arm in a pissed-off manner. Javier just stood there like a deer in headlights. His eyebrows were pinched up in an almost frightened manner. Guess pissing was too far for even him.

So, you ended up doing your business with his back turned to you. As humiliating as it was, there was no denying that you had to go. Shame burned on your cheeks the whole way, and they continued to after you finished up and found yourself back in the room. Now you had been sat at the table directly across from him.

The chain was laid limply on the flat surface; Your lips were pursed in a flat line as a plate was slid to you along with a pair of chopsticks. You shot him a nasty glare while he fidgeted. You gingerly held up the utensils and poked at the clumps of rice and vegetables. While you wanted to tear in so badly, you feared the large possibility that he had done something funky with it. Though, looking at it again, it wasn’t like you weren’t already deep in this hole, so you might as well chow down while you could. It was assumed that the meal had been brought by some phantom employee while the two of you had been in the restroom.

As you brought the food to your lips ( delicious, by the way. Almost worth getting kidnapped for), a manilla folder appeared right before your eyes. It held an ominous air around it. The bad vibes were so extremely potent that the wonderful bite you were working on turned into a flavorless lump. You swallowed hesitantly.

Javier didn't say anything. He was too wrapped up in fidgeting in his seat. His dark eyes slipped off into random corners of the space. Your brows furrowed as you took in his shifty form. Setting down the chopsticks, you reached for the small stack of papers. The ridges of the information inside pressed against the pad of your finger harshly, and you sucked in an uneasy breath. With a quick flip of the wrist, you were met with a photo of a smiling girl. Your palms instantly became sweaty; you looked up to see the nervous smile spread over his chapped lips. You steadied yourself with a long drawn out sigh as you brought the folder closer.

“ All right… Let’s get started.”

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sirens-sanctuary · 1 year ago

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business casual

. miguel o'hara x fem!reader

. TW: NSFW!, oral (female receiving), pubic sex?,

. the promised fic, i have a few more in the works- also not proofread so except a few typos lol

. masterlist, taglist, rules and a/n below~

. NSFW! below the cut

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you were never really around miguel at the spider society, but you had a crush on him as soon as you saw him. how could you not? well- you could see why no one else would because hes your boss... sort of? hes just kinda the guy in charge around here so like technically if you were to do whatever you wanted to him it wouldnt be bad, lol ok.

you often got lost in these conversations with yourself at your corner in the ss (spider society, i cannot bring myself to type it out every time lmao)

miguel never really paid any mind to you, he appreciated your work around the place but there wasn't anything too special about you...he liked that. you were simple, you weren't difficult to figure out, not difficult to talk to, you weren't complex like the other things he needed to deal with. he liked that. however— he didn't like how you distanced yourself from him, just as you were easy to read it was easy to see you keep your time with him limited. can't have that, he hates that. he wants you, wants to hear you speak. he sees you yap with your friends here at the ss, but you would say only a few words with him.

he has a plan.. nothing extravagant, just a simple, not complex plan.

it was almost the end of the day when all the other spiders left and went home, you were still in your corner, daydreaming about miguel- you couldn't help it. your thoughts were fuddled until your multiversal watch started to beep. you held up your wrist and a little hologram of miguel popped up.. you were surprised to say the least..a little flustered too? you didn't know... i don't either.

miguel said he needed your help with something..strange but ok. you got up from your desk and made your way to his office- floaty thingamajig?– whatever the hell that floating shit is what is that?? you don't know what that thing is and it really doesn't matter.. you were thinking of anything to take your mind off of your impending doom, even if it meant arguing with yourself in your head about useless things..

you finally made it there and stepped into the open space and behold— The floating rock of shit and stuff, and there he was his beautiful muscled back facing towards you. you're lucky he was facing away from you because if he was looking at you, you would've pissed yourself. deadbutt.

how do you let him know you're here without sounding weird? this is hard, talking is hard, shouldn't have to be this hard. You should learn sign language.

"you gonna stand there or come up here and help me?"

Goddamn doesn't he sound beautiful. you don't say anything and web yourself up to his platform. because youre a simple person you made a simple mistake and missed your footing when you landed and almost fell back. almost. miguel grabbed your waist and pulled you back up towards him. he did this slowly, drinking you in with his eyes, slowly dragging them across your figure. his grip on you was heavy and tight. when you were standing upright you took him in as well, god hes just so huge and delicious. you never got opportunities like this, ever. you were never around him long enough to just stare at him and admire him. you guys were staring at each other for a while with his arm, still around you radiating a hot warmth.

you were a simple person, you went with the punches and the rolls so when miguel leaned down and brought your lips in for a kiss you went with it.. not like youd oppose to kissing him anyways. the kiss was slow and steady at first but gradually got more and more intense. sooner or later you were on top of the control panel on his platform. you were trying to keep yourself quiet, little squeaks and whimpers came out of you as miguel nipped down your skin.

he grunted as he ripped open your suit to gain access. you let out a loud gasp and said his name out of shock.

"keep saying my name hermosa, i like it when you say it that way" ("beautiful")

you let out a soft moan as he talked to you, his voice was laced in lust his want for you practically dripping off his tongue. he pushed your panties (oo lala) to the side and slid his finger gently down your wet slit. he let out a short huff, his breath fanning on your heat.

"que linda carino" ("so so pretty darling")

his sweet talk might as well been enough to make you cum. he closed the space between him and your mouth, his tongue and lips working wonders on your clit. you tried your best to keep quiet, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. your hand found its way into miguels hair and you pushed his face further into you causing him to moan. it sent shivers up your spine and made you finally moan out. miguels big hands wrapped around your thighs and he pushed them closed, oh miguel likes to be squished... he looked up at you. this man cant get any prettier, he was soaked in your juices and the light from the orange screens beside you glistened oh so nicely against his skin.

you were done being quiet, miguels feasting got more and more intense there was no point in trying to stay quiet. your legs tightened around his head making him moan and grunt more. his tongue and lips working wonders, hitting all the right places. you threw your head back and let out a very vocal moan, pushing miguels head down. he slurped on your juices loudly and sloppily before getting up off his knees and wiping his mouth clean.

he stared down at you with a proud smirk on his face, he enjoyed staring at you twitch with your blissed out face.

"gotta get you cleaned up, now don't we mi novia?" ("my girl")

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. yes i know it's wednesday, i'm sorry lol i was working on this last weekend and then didn't finish it??? idky but i finished this so i hope it's alright, i'm still getting a bit used to writing smut /~\, erm anyways hope you guys liked it and i used google translate again so idk how accurate the spanish is lolll, i also have a few series i wanna start so stay tuned (if you're willing lmao) for those~♡

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nvoirs · 11 months ago

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𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣

Summary: An after party for exams is missed because of salient reasons! Definitely nothing more..

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Disclaimers: MDNI 18+ only, Fuckboy Leon au, Unprotected sex, Both reader and Leon are in their twenties, cream pie, degrading language, shower sex. Literally this is written bad.. I haven't written in months ok! not proofread because I cannot be bothered. Requests are back open.

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An after party was being held as a celebration for everyone completing their exams by a very well known individual in your year, almost everyone was going to it minus the nerds but it had definitely been at least an hour since the party started. Your friends were probably wondering where the heck you were, because it wasn’t like you to show up late to anything.

Leon had decided to let himself into your dorm room, thankfully Claire wasn’t in when he did so otherwise it would have caused a whole lot of controversy. You see Leon and you had been fucking around for the past few months or so, yes quite literally fucking and as you thought about it now you couldn’t help but pinch yourself. Because how did you, a well mannered, straight A goody shoes get with someone like Leon? Claire was very well aware of the fact that you two were sleeping with each other, she’d make jokes telling you guys to not “mess around near her bed or stuff” before leaving for her class.

Leon was notoriously known around campus as a fuckboy. Definitely not something to be proud of, but you didn’t expect anything more than having your back blown by him every time he’d approach you. You wouldn't even call it friends with benefits, because you and him had never just hung out without him leaving you all sweaty and flustered on your bedspread telling you he’d “catch you later” basically telling you the next time you’d get to fuck.

So when he decided to let himself into your dorm room while you were in the shower, you didn’t expect someone to fling open the shower curtain exposing your naked body to whoever was behind it.

“What the fu-! Leon, what the hell are you doing?” You gasped, covering your breasts and trying to squeeze your legs together.

“Relax sweetheart, I’ve seen it all before you don’t have to hide from me.” The shit eating grin made you sigh before removing your arms from your naked body.

“How did you get in here? What if Claire was home! Wha-!” He’d pressed a palm to your mouth muffling your yelling.

“I just wanted to see you, that's all.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You slapped his hand from your mouth sighing, “Leon if you wanted to see me you wouldnt come charging into my bathroom while I’m taking a shower, you wanted to fuck me admit it or your getting nothing.”

“Oh, that’s easy then I wanted to fuck you ok? God those other girls just don’t know how fuck like you do.”

You cringed at his words but laughed, “Ok I forgive you, but don’t say those words ever again, its cheesy as fuck got it?”

“Deal, so can I join you?”

“Lock the damn door first.”

“Oh your right, my bad.”

He quickly shuffled to the half cracked open door to the bathroom, snapping it shut before making sure it was locked.

He's taking his clothes off before you know it, and hopping into the shower your back to him as you reach for the soap bottle.

“Let me help you with that princess, I’ll help scrub your back.”

“Thanks.” You replied dryly, rolling your eyes at his attempt to slow things before they got too heated.

He was humming, rubbing the soap into your back and massaging your shoulders making you release a quiet moan.

“Hm, what was that?” he teased, finger ghosting over your clit.

“Nothing! Just help me wash up. I can't be late, and why aren’t you coming anyways?”

He laughed, “These types of parties aren’t my thing, they're more or less for nerds sorry to shake your pretty little head, princess.”

He really needed to stop calling you that, it made your hole clench around nothing, cunt beginning to dribble slick out.

“Yeah whatever, I’ve got better grades than you at least.” Your voice cracked at your last word, as Leon began to stroke your clit causing you to buck your hips upwards in shock.

“I knew you’d like it.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver in delight.

“God I’m going to cream pie you and make you walk around the nerd party with my cum inside of you.”

You moaned at the thought of it, “Please” you whined grinding your ass on his now erect cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to give it to you so hard just wait.”

He rubbed your pussy this time, smearing your arousal across your clit and entrance. He slipped one finger inside, began to push it in and out and looked at your turned back for a reaction.

You cried out in pleasure and pain as he inserted a second finger beginning to finger yourself open.

“Mhm yeah just like that, stretch me out”

He growled in response before sliding his fingers out of your soaked hole.

“Mhm Leon help a girl out would you?”

Rubbing your ass against his hard cock, you arched your back like a feline whining.

“Help you with what exactly? Speak up.” He growled becoming impatient from the sheer like of not being inside you right now.

“Help fill me up please, need your cock massaging my insides and stretching me out.”

“Well fuck if you insist.” Without any warning he parted your pussy lips and pressed the tip of his cock into your hole making you moan.

“Fuck princess, your literally sucking me in god you can't live without this fat cock breeding your pussy can you? Leaving a fat load inside of you”

You mewled in response, as you pushed your ass backwards, forcing your pussy to swallow him all.

The warm water cascading down your back and dripping down where you and Leon were connected made you feel drunk.

Still cockwarming Leon he gently tugged on your hair, slapping one of your hardened nipples.

“Aren't you going to be late to your little party.” He chuckled.

“Ah don't care about it, anymore.” You winced from the stretch your pussy took sliding such a fat cock into your tiny little pussy.

“Well this is my way of celebrating your end of exams.” He grinned, beginning to move.

He grinded his dick inside of your cunt hitting your g spot repeatedly making your cry out.

Leon reached out to cup your tits in both hands, massaging them both before pinching the nipples.

“Such pretty tits.” He mumbled. “Prettiest I've seen, and I've seen a lot.”

“Leon.” You groaned. “Don't have to brag about being a slut.”

He groaned as your pussy squeezed around him, close to milking him. “I think you like that I’m a slut, squeezing around me so tight like that.”

“I’m going to cum, go faster.”

He quickened his pace, but his hips stuttered as you came on his cock. The orgasm aftershocks leaving you in a frozen state stuck to the shower wall. Your face became flustered as Leon thrusted his cock in and out of your wet hole, the squelching sounds echoing off the walls.

“That’s right, cream my cock baby.”

His hips faltered before stilling completely, his thick, warm cum filling you up nicely. You felt woozy but full, Leon’s cum dripping out of you.

“Nice cream pie you’ve got there.” He slapped your ass lightly.

“Leon!”

“You missed the nerd gathering.”

“This was better.”

“Oh?”

“Now turn the damn water off before we use all the water on the whole of campus.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #nvoirs #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy #!fuckboy leon

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 1 year ago

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Part Two of this

Karen bangs on the wall that separates her room from Kate’s. She can still hear her, puttering around in her room, click-thunk, click-thunk

“You're going to be late!” She hollers.

Karen can’t quite make out what Kate says but it’s a good bet that she’s swearing. There’s a noise, even more muffled, that is probably the girl in the room on the other side of Kate’s, hollering at her to keep it down. Kate swears some more.

She’s so easy to fluster. Put a gun or a bow or a slingshot or even a javelin, one memorable time, in her hand, and Kate Bishop is as cool as a cucumber. Stick her in a dress and tell her to flirt, she falls apart. She can flirt on accident well enough, but on purpose--

BANG.

Karen half jumps out of her skin, crossing her door and opening it a crack.

“Yes?” she smiles sweetly at Kate.

“Gimme your compact,” Kate says, and Karen’s smile vanishes.

“Asking works too, you know,” she informs Kate while rummaging around in her purse. She’s about to drop it in Kate’s outstretched hand when she stops. “What do you need it for? You’re not going to do the shine the light in his eyes thing, are you?”

“Maybe. Haven’t decided.”

Karen pulls back her hand. “Don’t. It’s overkill. You’re wearing a purple dress and red lipstick, if he doesn’t notice you, he’s blind.”

Kate grumbles but doesn’t outright protest, so Karen drops the compact back in her purse. “Speaking of the lipstick,” she leans forward, peering at Kate’s lips. “You forgot to blot. You're gonna smudge.”

“Oh, hell. You got a tissue?”

“Sure do.” Karen doesn’t reach for a tissue, though. Instead, she leans forward, planting her lips square on Kate’s. Not moving much, no, that would defeat the purpose and make Kate later than she is now, not that it hasn’t happened before.

Karen pulls back, surveys Kate’s makeup with a critical eye. “Better,” she says, shoving Kate out the door.

She swears all the way down the hall.

Kate sweeps into the club in an air of righteous indignation, sitting at the bar with irritation radiating off of her.

Karen only pulled that trick on her a few times, and it never failed to wind her up. Always before stuff like this, too--

Kate realizes with a start that that’s probably the point. She came in, wasn’t nervous, and had enough je ne sais qoi that all eyes are on her, however briefly.

Still. Uncalled for. Kate doesn’t feel the least bit bad about palming the quarter off of Karen’s entryway table now.

“If I asked you to make me a Ramos gin fizz, would you punch me in the face?” She asks the bartender.

The woman looks her up and down, taking a deep drag of her cigarette.

“What do you smoke?” Kate asks, trying another tactic.

“Anything I can get my hands on.”

“Right.” Kate pulls a half-full pack of cigarettes out of her bag. They’d mostly been an accident, not her fault that man had bumped into her on the street and triggered the instinct. “I’ll give you these on top of your tip.”

The woman throws back her head and laughs. “You want that drink that bad?”

“Mostly just want to see if I can convince you to do it.” She gives the woman a wink.

The woman laughs again, palming the package of cigarettes. “You’d better not ask me for one of these in an hour.”

“I don’t smoke.”

The woman gives her a strange look before turning around. “Give me fifteen minutes, doll. A fizz takes time.”

The woman retreats, tapping a man on the shoulder and telling him to keep an eye out on the bar.

“You don’t smoke?” The question comes from a man, sipping whiskey, probably. His voice is low, rough. Reminds her of train bridges in France and the pungent smell of explosives. His hair short on the sides and long on the top.

Marines. Always easy to spot.

“Last time I smoked my hands caught fire.”

The man laughs before he realizes she’s serious. “Really?”

Kate peels off her gloves and holds her hands up, and the man scoots over to inspect them further.

“Shit,” he says, putting his cigarette down and taking her hands in his, tilting them so her scars catch the light. “How’d that happen?”

He doesn’t seem to realizes she’s a stranger and he’s holding her hands, and Kate wants to cackle. Take that, Page. I can flirt, too.

#kate bishop #karen page #frank castle #mob city au #soe au #this got really gay really fast karen please calm down #by gay i mean 'bi and poly' as usual #if i keep writing it #look what i found in the ol drafts #i swear i'd posted this and i went insane trying to find it #feeling those historical au vibes for some reason #this no joke has been in my drafts for at least five years #probably closer to seven #paddling my kayak

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ask-serendipity-sky · 2 years ago

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I know that many pple look out for sweet, flirty and loud Jikook moments to be able to determine if they are together or not but i somehow always looked for the not so sweet moments! The moments when the air was thick with tension and when it was clear that something wasn’t right with them. Why? Because to me, that was what really set Jikook apart from the rest of the ships in BTS. Taekook had/have very sweet beautiful moments and it’s really easy to just sit there watching their moments for hours just feeling this sweetness in your tummy but that is what made me 100% sure TK were just friends. With Jikook moments, i cannot tell you how many times i cried watching some of their moments, their history and the whole push and pull phase. Their dynamic is complicated and doesn’t fit into the mold of a ship. Jikook are confusing as hell and there were certain moments i almost pulled my hair out trying to figure them out. I was trynna look at them through the lens of fiction and rom coms where everything is sweet and honey. But when i took a step back and applied reality, real life relationships, real life struggle and simple human strengths and weaknesses, thats when I understood.

There is a reason why some parts of the fandom believe Jikook don’t like e/o. Except Taekookers who are spuns of the devil themselves and will do anything to invalidate Jikook’s bond, there are some other Army, including non shippers who genuinely think Jikook don’t really like e/o, hence their relationship is all fanservice. Now why do they think so? Now depending on the day and specific content u come accross, jikook could either look like sworn enemies or two pple who love each other to death and are ready to tear each other’s clothes off. Imagine you seeing a compilation of Jk ignoring Jimin or Jimin pushing Jk off him (probably in their petty moments or couple fight moments) when u see stuff like that more than a few times, it kinda gives you an impression of their bond and sadly not a very good one. Non shippers will have no other way to explain this, other than, they may not really be fund of each other so when u see them being nice and sweet to each other or being flirty, you automatically assume it is FS. It takes someone who biases Jimin, Jk or both and who cares about their bond to want to dig a little deeper to understand their dynamic and see it for what it truely is. Pple who don’t care enough will take certain things at face value and form certain opinions. Have u ever wondered why Jikook’s bond is the most hated and ignored in the fandom? It’s not just because half the fandom are tkkrs, it is also because Jikook’s dynamic is COMPLICATED as hell and it tends to stir up different emotions in different pple! Also sometimes they interactions make pple uncomfortable cuz they seem too real and pple (especially homophobic fans) don’t want to deal with it. All other BTS duo dynamics in my opinion are easy to understand. But Jikook, not so much especially when you are a non shipper or are a shipper but don’t really have alot of real life relationship experiences. This aspect of Jikook is what set them aside for me. Like I mentioned, immediately i started using a more realistic approach, understanding that humans are complex beings and not some cartoon characters with assigned roles, when I realized that relationships have their up and downs and also considered the fact that these boys are NOT in a NORMAL dating situation, it all started making sense to me. Instead of thinking Jk hates Jimin because he avoided skinship with him at a certain moment, I thought he probably wasn’t very comfortable with the place and time and was also probably flustered and didn’t know how to handle things when he wasn’t in control. Instead of thinking Jikook don’t like e/o cuz they weren’t smiling at e/o, I thought oh, they might be fighting or going through something in their relationship which is perfectly normal. To the onlookers who have no idea what goes on behind the cameras, it’s so easy to misunderstand certain actions or gestures but when u remember the fact that u also get mad at ur partner and you sometimes go days without talking to each other or even break up or takes breaks from your relationship, then it’s easier to relate to Jikook.

Why did i decide to write all this? For those who get insecure at certain points when Jikook don’t look very pleased with e/o or when they didn’t do something you expect a couple would do. Always remind yourselves that these are human beings and they do go through rough patches in their relationships. Personally, i am 101% sure Jikook are/were not just platonic friends or bros. Are they still together now? I can’t tell for sure but the only way they are not together is not cuz we read things all wrong and they were never together, it is probably because they broke up (God Forbid).

And like i said, there is no way in hell Taekook are together or have ever been! Why? No romantic relationship is that perfect! TK said they had never fought with e/o. In 10 years, they NEVER had an argument with e/o? And you think they are dating each other? 😂😂😂. Not saying that couples have to fight or argue with e/o all the time but inorder to argue with someone you love and care about, there has to be an emotional connection, there has to be feelings to hurt or reasons to disagree! No offense but knowing that TK never argued with e/o just confirmed what I thought about them not having any emotional connection. What were they going to argue about? Games? I’m sure they are much closer now but b4, there definitely wasn’t an emotional connection with those two.

Hello,

Ah anon, your thoughts are so good and I agree.

Jikook is not a ship like the other ships. Thinking in terms of rough patches, the other ships in BTS don't have the ups and downs for years or random petty little moments the way Jikook does. The other ships follow friendship patterns. You get close to a friend, then get distant, and maybe get close again. Taekook too but try explaining that to them.

Some of the bad Jikook moments are enough to make you cry, yes. Like how I feel with the Vegas concerts -_-. There is this blog around here that swears Jungkook hates Jimin because of those concerts and I understand that, honestly. Like you said, people's view on Jikook will depend on the day and specific content they come across that day. Some of us stick around when we see the rough patches and see that there is resolution because we care for them both as individuals and as a couple. Other people don't.

I was discussing this with a fellow Jikooker and she was saying that my way of thinking is flawed because no couple comes back together the way I say Jikook does. But I've witnessed it many times. Stepping back and readjusting the lens you view them with will help you understand their dynamic better.

Anon, I really can't imagine all of us being this delusional where we have imagined all the stuff Jungkook and Jimin have done. All that stuff is real and I would question my brain for the rest of my life if they really were never anything. Then I would move on because I'm not going to live my life visiting Jikook land forever like the fans from One Direction lol

But yes, let's not forget they are human beings and not characters from a "novela", which is the Spanish equivalent of a kdrama but with 1000 times more drama, sex, and romance. Life doesn't work like that. People are ever changing and relationships too.

Anyway, I appreciate your ask.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #asks

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daintyduck99 · 1 year ago

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Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out for Royal Purple?

Of all the off-beat things Luke has ever done, this might actually be the worst.

“What the hell, man?” Reggie whines, trying the door to no avail. “Let me out!”

Luke's reply is muffled, but it sounds suspiciously like “No, I don't think I will.”

Then he's stomping away in true Luke fashion, and Reggie blows out a breath.

At least Julie's closet is pretty big. Reggie turns around, intent on finding a spot to flop down and sleep in until she realizes where he is and lets him out—

Only to yelp as they come face-to-face.

She isn't alone, either. Kayla waves from where she's perched on a dresser nearby.

Julie sighs. “How'd they get you in here?”

Reggie looks from Julie's exasperated expression to Kayla's curious one. He frowns. “Luke sort of just. Shoved me?”

Julie stomps her foot, hissing in Spanish. She throws her arms up, narrowly avoiding smacking Reggie in the face, and shakes her head wildly, sending her curls flying.

It's—actually adorable.

He flushes, quickly ducking past her, only to be confronted with Kayla’s lovely grin.

“Hey, Romeo. Welcome to the club.”

That nickname never fails to fluster him. He clears his throat, rubbing his neck.

“So, did I—have I missed something?”

Julie whirls around. “Our friends are menaces. They think that they can just…mash us together like barbie dolls!”

Reggie blinks. He glances at Kayla for help, but her amusement tells him nothing.

“They—what?”

Kayla hums. “They want us to confess.”

Oh! Oh. That's—

That's too big for a closet. That's—no.

He lets out a nervous laugh.

“Well—once when I was five I took the little plastic ring that covers the hole where an umbrella usually goes out of my grandma's patio table and threw it into the yard because I was bored—”

Julie covers his mouth with her hand.

“We know that you have ADHD, Reggie.”

Kayla muffles her laughter in her palms.

“You two are so cute. Would it be so bad?”

Julie huffs, stomping her foot again.

“To confess? In a closet? Yeah, maybe!”

Reggie carefully pries Julie's fingers away from his mouth and squeezes them.

He swallows. “It—doesn't have to be.”

“See?” Kayla beams. “He's right, Juliet.”

Julie turns to her, but doesn't drop Reggie’s hand. “Fine. You start, then.”

She shrugs, lightly hopping from her perch, and takes their free hands.

“That's easy. I like both of you. I've been trying to find a way to tell you for ages without scaring either of you away.”

Reggie gapes at her. So does Julie.

She laughs. “What? I don't give just anyone cute nicknames, you know.”

Oh! That's—true. The rest of the Candis already had nicknames everyone calls them—barring Carrie, unless you're Flynn.

Kayla's never given one to anyone else.

“You both take flirting terribly,” she adds.

Julie squeaks, but Reggie shrugs.

“Guilty. It's easier to dish it out.”

Kayla nods at Julie with a knowing smile.

“Especially to cute girls who can't flirt?”

“I can flirt!” Julie pauses, then turns to Reggie, biting her lip. “That was real?”

“Yeah,” he admits, flushing furiously. “But what really got me was when you offered to learn how to fiddle, and I like lots of other stuff about you, so—it's not like you need to be good at flirting.”

Julie pouts. “I don't like either of you, anymore. You can't even just pretend?”

“Julie. You love so fiercely, you jump right into doing things for people,” Kayla says. “It worked on me, too. You're amazing.”

“Oh,” Julie breathes, squeezing their hands. “Well. Speaking of doing? Um.”

Kayla and Reggie shared a bemused glance before Kayla comes to the rescue.

“Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out?”

Julie huffs, but slowly, she smiles. “Yeah.”

And by the time the others let them out, everything has been more than sorted.

#flirty prompts #jatp royal purple #reggie x julie x kayla #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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lex-n-weegie · 2 years ago

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Finished rewatching all of Owl House with some friends (we were helping one of them catch up) and

Maybe I like Darius way more than I thought

#lexi rambles #JUST. I keep thinking about him.#And it's really easy to fluster me with stuff about him. hell all he had go do was appear onscreen and I'd be all blushy #I hate it sm I want to bite him/lh #(Also I am fighting the urge to turn my tumblr/twitter Owl House themed)

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cloud-acee · 3 years ago

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[ stubborn love ]

exes to lovers. wc: 3217

the chatter that filled the restaurant remained to be the only noise keeping the two of you from being deafened by the silence. it’s been quite a few minutes since your conversation about your universities died down that you went back to cutting and chewing whatever was served on the plates in front of you.

it was awkward as hell.

you couldn’t even tell if he liked you, though you are already sure he's felt you’re not interested at all. it wasn’t even your idea to spend a friday night like this in the first place. it was kevin’s. he was nice enough to set you up on a date, because apparently 5 months is long enough to be sitting around and mopping about an ex.

well you did miss that ex. a lot. you’d really rather spend tonight rewatching ‘your name’ just so you could have an excuse of a sad movie to cry— when you know the true reason for your tears is the person who introduced that movie to you as his favorite.

you went on this date just so kevin could shut up about this dude who, according to him, was a great guy. admittedly, he was. he happened to be impressive too. despite the short conversation you managed to engage in, you found out about how he wanted to live his life after college. but that wasn’t enough to get you hooked. you thought it was grand that he plays golf as a hobby, but it didn’t make your heart melt like it did when a certain someone told you about his song writing hobby.

damn, sunwoo still got you wrapped around his finger. at first you couldn’t figure out why. you were thinking back to your high school exes who you despised immediately after the breakup. you kept wondering why you just cannot find any hatred in you towards sunwoo ‘til you realized it was probably because no one’s at fault for your ending.

you did love him, and sunwoo loved you just as much.

it was the external forces that drove you both vulnerable and sensitive, that it became too much to handle. to be fair, you both were college students working your own part-time jobs. things really did get hellish when you two argue without enough sleep and excessive caffeine intake, plus a pile of paperwork to finish. it wasn’t as easy as it was when you started dating around your senior year in high school. that was what you would define as sunshine, and rainbows, and butterflies.

you hated that your mind kept wandering back to sunwoo. it didn’t help too that you two happened to have gone here for a date before, back when it was rainbows and butterflies.

“why do we even have to eat out? we could’ve just ordered takeout and binged on movies,” you said jokingly.

“don’t you like this?” sunwoo asked in a pout. he wanted to a date different than what you always did and you know he prepared so much for this. you rarely go out on fancy dates because you guys are used to literally just hanging out, cuddling while watching a movie, playing games, and such. it’s always a date if it’s only the two of you.

“i’m just kidding sunwoo i love this,” you answered with a smile. sunwoo smiled back taking your hand in his on the table before speaking, “you know what, we should keep going to restaurants like this. i like seeing you all dolled up.”

his comment made you blush and hide a smile threatening to reach your ears. you tried to hide it by acting mad and saying, “so you mean to tell me you only like to see me when i’m dolled up?”

“dolled up or not, sleepy, or naked, you’re always a beaute to look at,” this got you even more flustered than his first remark that you could only respond with a gentle slap on his forearm to which he laughed at. there were little protests here and there about some stuff being a little too expensive, but you nonetheless appreciated the whole night sunwoo had so wearingly prepared.

“y/n? y/n?” your date waved his hand in front of you. it was only then it registered in your head that you’ve been cutting through a tiny piece of meat almost through the plate with your knife.

“oh yeah i’m- i’m sorry i’m not at my best focus right now, did you say something?”

he chuckled lowly, “it’s fine i was just asking if you’re ready to leave anytime soon?”

you’ve been eager to leave even before you got here. hence, you honestly but politely told him you’re actually ready to go, completely ignoring the few strips of food left on your plate and the half-drank wine in your glass. with your answer, he called on the waiter for the bill. he ended up paying for dinner despite your dissent to pay your own.

as you were both walking out the restaurant, you spoke, “i’m sorry this didn’t click well like how it could have,” giving him an apologetic smile.

“it’s totally fine, at least i didn’t have dinner alone tonight," he painfully joked. you had to bite your tongue from laughing a little too loud at the statement, also to stop yourself from saying you actually would have rather spent tonight alone. you did feel bad that you looked like you weren’t trying at all, although at this point you were just grateful he doesn’t hate you as your dated ended.

“well i’ll be going now,” he continued as he approached his car. “are you sure you’re okay going home alone?” he asked once more to confirm. you told him earlier he didn’t have to drive you home. you already felt guilty he paid for your food, so you didn’t want to leech off of him more with a free ride home. besides, you enjoyed late night walks. might as well take one now to clear your head.

you nodded as you answered, “yes i can manage. i’ll probably stop by somewhere to buy stuff.”

“okay then. be careful y/n, goodbye.” he softly remarked rolling his windows up and finally driving away. you could only respond by waving back with a small smile on your face you’ve been trying so hard to keep on the whole night.

the moment his car is out of sight, you immediately feel your shoulders and back lose tension, losing your rehearsed posture too, and just sighing loudly all in all. that took a lot of mind control, to act all nice and chill. the fact that your head kept bringing you back to sunwoo didn’t help too. it just messed you up even more; reminding you that you miss him, that date felt like a chore you wanted to get over with so you could go home and sulk.

who could blame you? sunwoo was the best you’ve had so far and things ended only because of you guys’ ego and pride, not to mention the extra stress that got the best of you. if only that one stupid argument didn’t lead to you telling him to go, and him actually doing it, you would find it in you to laugh at how petty that fight started.

“why are you forcing this y/n? i already told you it’s a group meeting i can’t cancel on them like that,”

“can’t you move it for like a day? you’re just postponing not canceling. it wouldn’t be too much of a delay like that, right?” you whined and insisted.

“look babe, y/n, i don’t know these people, like i told you it was the professor that assigned the group. if they were our friends it’d be easy to have them excuse us for a date, but these people don’t know us so they don’t really give a fuck about us going to watch a movie. why are you acting like a child, really.” sunwoo explained once more rubbing circles in his temple.

“i’m not acting like a child i just hate that you can’t keep a promise you made,” you know it was just a movie but it was a small date you’ve been looking forward to for weeks you considered it your reward for working hard this month. now sunwoo’s ruined it.

“what promise? for god’s sake y/n it wasn’t like a promise of a lifetime it’s literally just a movie,” he spat in annoyance looking at you with a face in disbelief.

you could not hold it anymore, you were tired and frustrated, now angry at your boyfriend that tears started to stain your eyes glossy, “now you’re just being mean,” you stared at him with sad eyes before continuing, “do you even notice you always do this? you keep cancelling on me and you don’t even do anything to make up for it.”

“okay oh god i- i cannot deal with this right now,”

“maybe you should never deal with this ever again if you find it so hard to keep your word,”

he was halfway the apartment to the door when he halted his walking and turned to you, “if you’re taking it that way then i might as well do so too.”

perhaps what hurt you wasn’t that fight that lead to the breakup, but the idea that sunwoo didn’t bother to come back and try to fix things. plus the piled up frustration that you two couldn’t do things a couple does anymore because of your hectic schedule. you had to give up a lot of your time and the drastic changes became overwhelming.

but then again, that could be his exact thoughts too. he was probably just trying his best to be responsible so as to not disappoint anyone, especially you. he was probably just as tired and frustrated.

but you were both so stubborn.

he might have been waiting on you too just as equally long as you’ve been waiting on him. he could be on a date distracted by the thoughts of you too, but you’ll never know because you had such a tight grip on your pride. and so does he.

you debated whether you were to keep sulking while eating at a street food stall alone, or at a convenience store. either way, you will be downing way more bottles of soju you can physically take anyway.

it took a bell ringing from the entrance door of the convenience store to your right to shake you off of your thoughts. you didn’t even realize your feet were taking you there already, mind still on your ex. you lazily walked inside and made a beeline to the chips section. after picking up random snacks that now filled your left arm, you went straight to the alcohol section trying to balance all the unhealthy food you were carrying with your bag hung on your shoulder.

you were aiming to pick up a few bottles and pay straight after, but as if the universe was hearing your thoughts. the man who have been invading it now stood a few steps from you, with the same posture, same shocked face, and almost similar amount of snacks balanced with one arm.

you didn’t know what to do. nor did you even had any idea about what to feel. you missed him of course, you could just throw away the snacks you were holding and have him replace that spot. but you were stubborn. your pride wouldn’t let you do that.

“oh—oh hey, you can go take yours first,” he says awkwardly, taking a step away from the fridge. it shocked you that he spoke first that you flinched the slightest. you didn’t even realize how long you have been staring at each other. “no it’s okay, go ahead you can go first,” you responded quietly, your eyes meeting his for quite a while and then reverting back down on the ground, then looking around the store.

a million things raced in sunwoo’s head at that same moment. he only meant to buy ramen at that time of the night for his first meal today. he didn’t really eat as healthily as he did when he was with you because you were always the one to remind him to eat on time, even prepared food for him. he missed having you drag him away from his paperwork just to have him eat proper food at a proper time. without you, he wasn’t really able to look out for himself. he knew you would be deadass angry if you found out about his habits since you broke up— that is, if you still cared.

that was why he was frozen on his spot when he saw the face he’s been longing to see. truth be told, it wasn’t even a few hours ago since he mentally argued with himself whether to call you or not. he didn’t know if you changed number, but there was a bit of hope in him wishing that you didn’t because you were waiting for his call too. at the same time, he was scared that you’d recognize the number and choose not to answer, that would hurt as hell and he wasn’t ready for that. hence, the reason why he resorted to playing games until it got dark and felt himself hungry.

now you’re facing each other and circuits are just going on and off in sunwoo’s brain. his hand was reaching for a bottle of soju even before he could comprehend how close you were.

he picked up one, and then another. it was dreadfully slow and he’s acting like he’s moving slowly to be careful but it’s really to savor the moment you were the closest to him after months of missing you. you, on the other hand, didn’t even noticed how slowly he was picking up bottles. you were still stunned, trying to quiet down your heart.

“so,” sunwoo spoke out of nowhere which made you look up sharply, not really helping with calming your heart. “were you, uhm— did you, went out with.. somebody?” he continued in a hush, facing your direction again after picking up three bottles.

you had your eyebrows knitted, caught off guard wondering how he knew.

he must have read your thoughts as he spoke again, “oh you don’t need to answer that if you don’t want to it’s just uh— it’s the clothes,” pointing at your dress awkwardly with that one bottle in his hand, “you don’t usually dress up like that for a trip to a convenience store.”

this made you feel lighter, causing your lips to pull in a smile with a chuckle. he likes seeing you dressed up, he would always ask for a million photos everytime you dress up for dates or events. sunwoo wished it was the latter but his mind was telling him it was a date, considering the time. it hurt him to ask but he had to at least know if you’ve got somebody new already. sunwoo thought you were so pretty, well he always did, but it made his stomach twist thinking about you getting all dolled up for a date that isn’t him.

“mmh, i had a date,” you hummed.

there was the answer he was scared to hear. he was expecting it but having it confirmed stung.

“oh, well then, that’s.. good to know, i won’t hold you up then.” he said with a forced smile in panic moving away from his spot in front of the fridge to give way to you.

“no, i’m not with him anymore,” you said making him turn around, “i’m alone now we just ate dinner, i’m actually on my way home.”

“you’re going home alone?” sunwoo asked almost in disbelief. if someone’s gonna take you from him, might as well be someone who’ll take care of you. learning that your date let you go home alone annoyed him. “it’s not like that, it’s— it didn’t really work out it’s just the first date i don’t think there will be a next one,” you laughed as you picked up two bottles of soju, your mind going back to the awkward encounter earlier you couldn’t believe you endured for an hour, even two.

this somehow made the twisting in sunwoo’s stomach stop. even made him forget he was hungry in the first place. at this point, his mind raced even more than it did moments ago when he saw you. his head was telling him two things: either he chickens out, or finally do what he’s been meaning to do.

just as you were closing the fridge, he spoke before he regrets not saying anything.

“would it be weird if i ask you to eat all these, and those,” motioning his not-so-free hand to the food you both were balancing with an arm each, “with me back in my place? or yours?” there was so much hope in his voice. “i mean, i’m sorry that didn’t sound good— i know you’re just coming home from a date, and well, we’re not together but like— just hangout maybe,” he kept rambling on with his mind all over the place trying to look for the right words.

“i missed you too.”

you finally blurted out.

this stopped sunwoo’s talking and got him looking at you straight in the eyes, letting the words sink in within him— his heart. you found the right words.

and it melts him on the spot. it felt like he finally got what he has been waiting for, for the longest time. dumb of him, and you too, to go off of each other and act like you’re looking for something else when you were literally a phone call away to each other.

he could’ve dropped all he had in his arms to hug you but he only kept watching your small smile. no words were spoken. just him looking at you with the truest intentions in his eyes, “let’s go home then.”

you could only nod, trying your best to stop yourself from bawling. what took you two so long to get your head out of your asses?

if one of you had the guts earlier than today, you both could’ve been walking back to your apartment months ago like how you are now. sunwoo missed these streets, just as much as you missed him beside you as you crossed them.

sunwoo’s apartment was closer and you would have opted to go there, but as sunwoo said, “it’s a jungle in there right now, you might want to leave again if you see it.” you could only roll your eyes at his joke but you knew damn well that was true and that’s another thing to fix some other time.

for now, all your attention is set on the man that has been invading your thoughts since ugly months ago. frankly speaking you were still quite hurt, but it felt safe with him next to you, your hand in his, squeezing it tighter than he ever did.

perhaps stubborn love still finds its way back. and maybe you won’t be crying alone to 'your name' tonight, nor be the only one using it as an excuse to cry.

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The Brothers + Diavolo Making You Flustered

Request: Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! ily!

Word Count: 1K each

A/N: I hope you like this!! It was a bit difficult since i didn't want to make everything the same, but yeah!!

Lucifer:

His sleeves are rolled up, flour coating the tips of his fingers and dusting across his apron, and the smell of garlic and onion fills the room. It smells lovely, it smells like a home. You stand beside Lucifer, watching as the water boils, bubbles fizzling out and steam rising. A box of noodles is held in your hands, your eyes peering over to where the bread is held in his hands. Your tongue peeks between your lips- it’s a soft pink, tinged with blue from candy and for a moment, he forgets himself, wanting to taste the candy that rests on your tongue, wishing that he were your lips to feel the gentle caress of your tongue.

“Remind me what we’re making again?” You ask, sniffing at the pot, only to scrunch your nose at the scent. “And why it’s us making it?”

“A Devildom dish,” he responds, giving a side glance. “It’s similar enough to a human cousine, so you needn’t worry about it being anything unsavory.” He turns to you, his smile almost teasing. “And we’re making it because it’s our turn on cooking duty.”

“If you wanted to spend time with me, you could always ask.” While your words are true, he tries to hold his composure, not wanting to reveal that you had hit the nail on its head. “You don’t have to assign us both to cooking duty. It’s pretty sneaky for you, dear Lucifer.” Your hand pats at his back and he promptly turns away from you

Walking away from you, he starts the timer on the oven, the preheat button lights up as the oven begins to glow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I drew our names on a complete random.” He turns to you, his smile making you unable to see what he’s really thinking. “Do you not wish to spend time with me?” he asks cooly, walking towards you. Despite the flour on his hands that dusts over his face, and the apron wrapped around him, he still holds an aura of confidence and authority that makes you break away from his gaze first.

“You’re absolutely awful,” you mutter, giving him a grin to let him know that it was a playful insult.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he coos, his grin wicked and cool at the same time. “I must not be totally awful if you still wish to spend time with me.” You groan, shaking your head with a smile on your lips and he turns to hide his more giddy smile, smiling calmly when the oven beeps. The preheat session is done. He opens the oven, a wave of hot air making him knit his brows together for a moment. “There’s no need to be ashamed of being so fond of me. I am Pride, it’s only natural that you would gravitate towards me.” He grabs the rack of bread, carefully slipping it inside the oven and closing the door.

“Well you’re a lot more than Pride to me.” His eyes widen and he turns to you, his body facing towards the oven with his head half-turned. “You’re Lucifer. You’re someone close to me and well, I actually am glad that we got to spend time together. I would love to hear you admit that you simply wanted to spend time with me, but-” you shrug- “you’ve got that stubborn pride that I can’t help but adore.” You turn to him, a cheeky smile on your face that matches the light in your eyes.

It’s silent between the two of you. It’s comforting, one that is welcomed and isn’t making either of you awkward. He watches as you carefully stir the pot, your index skimming under the words of the cookbook. Your brows furrow as you carefully read over the direction, careful to not add the wrong ingredient or wrong measurement. You’re methodical, carefully going about everything, and in the kitchen with Lucifer, he can’t help but smile at you, his smile soft and eyes crinkled as he watches you carefully.

“I know I haven’t told you this enough- or perhaps before-” silverware clinks together as he reaches over from a baking brush, his eyes never leaving yours- “but I’m actually quite proud of you.” He tears his gaze away from you, his smile widening and his chest puffing. “You have this knack about you that makes it so easy for others to fall for you, that I have to admit that even I have fallen victim to you.” The baguettes are painted over with a mixture of garlic and spices, his words never stopping or falling to hesitation as he speaks. “You’re-” he sighs, not knowing how to put what he wants to say into words- “I’ve been Lucifer for such a long time, living and holding power, but I must say, when I’m around you, I feel more me than I ever had in my entire existence.” He turns his body to you, his hands open and knuckles brushing over your cheek, a thin line of white left against your face. “I’m glad that I’ve gotten to meet you.”

His eyes widen, his words finally registering to his ears. He looks up, eyes meeting the stone wall before he turns to you, his mouth agape and hands still holding a baguette, and the baking brush. The garlic and onion sizzle on the stove, the yellow glow of the kitchen and the buzzing sounds of the outside do everything to fill the room, not a single ounce of silence is graced to either of you.

“You can’t just say stuff like that!” You say in a hurried tone, your face hot enough that you can feel sweat start to bead. “It’s- It’s-” you can’t find the proper words, it isn’t embarrassing but it isn’t something that you hear everyday- “Ah!” You decided, burying your face further into the table, your hands cushioning the blow.

His hand claps over your back, slowly rubbing between your shoulder blades in an attempt to soothe you over. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed hearing the truth,” he teases lightly. “Was I wrong about that assumption?” he presses, his elbow nudging against your shoulder where you still lay with your head rested in your hands.

You peer upwards, your face slowly revealed to show a flushed color that makes his chest puff with pride, his smile . “You wanna know why I know that you wanted to spend time with me?” Lucifer raises his brows in confusion. “I hadn’t written down my name yet.” His smile twitches away for a moment. “You called it before I could even write my name down.” You smile at him, your smile gentle. “I still have the paper in my pocket. You really like me, huh Lucifer?”

Mammon:

Textbooks are left open, pencils and pens sprawled over the coffee table as you and Mammon rest on the couch. He talks vividly, and as he’s excited to tell you stories of his past, his mouth works faster, skipping over details and returning to them moments later. Your hands are wrapped tight around his bicep, your face hidden as you try to stifle your laughter. He can feel your hands tighten, the way that you cling to him and even try to push yourself closer to him. “So that was when I decided to just grab all the things I could carry and just book it!” Mammon exclaims, clapping his hands together and extending his right arm forward. “You should’ve seen how angry those witches were, but hell, they deserved it for thinking they could pull one over on me.” He turns to you, his grin wicked, slowly widening as he leans back cautiously to not let you move away from him. “Fuckers should’ve known to not touch my stuff.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning onto him. His smile twitches for a second, softening into a gentler smile, watching as you turn your face into his arm, trying to stifle your laughter. It’s loud, infectious and it’s something that reminds him of a spring day that he once spent in the Human Realm. He isn’t sure how to explain it- something about it that screams life and youth, something that sounds so unapologetically like you, that it makes him breathless. When you start to pull away, he lets his grin widen, eager to look at you again.

He’s so close to you, your hand within arm’s reach that if he really wanted to, he could just take it in his. His mouth goes dry, his tongue too invasive in his own mouth and he watches as you adjust your hair, his eyes fixated on how your hair slips through your fingers. There are words stuck in his throat, but no matter what he thinks of to say, he isn’t sure what he should say. He’s at a loss, wondering what would be the perfect way to bring back the mood, to continue the conversation without it being forced, but in all honesty, he’s fine, just sitting here with you. He’s more than fine with just staring at you.

“Hey, Mammon?” He jolts at his name being said, a shock running through his spine. He nods his head, swallowing what little saliva is in his mouth. “I really like hearing your stories, you know?” You smile softly at the book in your hands. He watches you with unblinking eyes, wondering what it is that you’re getting at. “I really just like listening to your voice. I know you were stuck with me at first-” internally he flinches, he doesn’t like to reminisce when you were first put under his charge- “but I’m glad that it was you.” He is left breathless, his muscles tense as you look at him, a smile stretching past your lips and gracing your lips. You look at him for a moment, your eyes darting to where his hand is clenched tightly and you nod to yourself, turning your attention back to the book.

You’re facing away from him, your fingertips tracing over the edge of a page as you try to focus on the words but he can tell from the pout on your lips that you aren’t registering anything from the book. What should he say? What can he say? He knows he has to say something. He knows that he should match your energy or at least attempt to but he can’t. There are so many things he wants to tell you, and they all seem so disorganized. You’re pretty. You’re nice to him and you always let him sneak into your bedroom late at night. You rely on him and as much as you need him, he needs you more. You have such a soft touch that it leaves him tingling all over as if some ghost were the one responsible for it. He lets out a slow breath, his lips parted slightly as he breathes out. “You know,” he says quietly, his fingers twitching and moving to clutch at the end of your shirt, “you got a real nice laugh. It’s nice to spend time with you, ya know?” Once he’s started talking, he’s unable to quiet himself, unable to register the things that he’s saying to you. “I like hanging out with other demons and all, but there’s something about you that I like more. It’s like with you-” his hand waves in the air, eyes glancing around your room- “I get to just feel safe. I get to relax and know that I can count on you. And I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Forever and ever.” Mammon turns his head, his smile stretched wide and hand going to cover yours. “You turned me into a sap, ya know?’”

The moment is tender as he smiles down at you, only to slowly realize the weight of his words as you stop in your movements, your fingers letting the page fall back to the others, words lost upon themselves as your shoulders rise. His eyes widen and his lips thin. Heat creeps upwards from his chest and scorches its way to mar his features, his face turning into a darker shade as he flushes. His mouth goes dry, unable to produce any type of saliva as he sits beside you. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he’s unable to find the words to deny what he just said, but before he can, you curl in on yourself, burying your way into your hands, your hands spread and fingers parting to cover as much of your face as it can.

“I-” he coughs loudly into the rook of his elbow. You can tell that he wants to resort to his usual denial of feelings but he stops himself before he can even reach the middle of his sentence. “Listen, just because you-” you can feel his eyes on you- “will ya look up at me? I’m not gonna tear your head off or anything, I just don’t want you getting a bigger head than you already have.” You slowly turn to him, watching as he tries to avoid your gaze. “Let’s just go get a bite to eat. We can’t study on empty stomachs or whatever.” He rises quickly, his hand held out to you as he keeps his attention out on the door. “Come on, I’ll pay for ya and everything.”

Your lips thin and you look at his hand. You inhale a sharp breath of air, slowly letting it go. His face is still flushed, a deep color that burns against his skin. “Like a date?” You ask, hoping to see more of his reactions. He stiffens at your question, his brows furrowing to meet each other. He stammers out a response, clearly flustered. You lay your hand on his and he immediately quiets down. You smile at yourself, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that it was you who brought him to such a state. Slowly, his hand curls with yours and he gives a brief nod of his head.

Leviathan:

Leviathan sits alone in his room, a blanket pooled around his lower half, his eyes have begun to burn, tinged with red from lack of sleep as bright colors flash across his pale face. An empty bowl save for kernels that rest at the bottom of the bowl, his fingertips tinged with red and he can feel his mouth heavy with acid and past snacks.

His hands tap against his controller, his fingers already reaching toward a button before he can even register what he should press. His mind is on autopilot, reaching and stiffening when an enemy nears and even so, his character is still killed. He lets out a frustrated groan, careful to throw his controller towards his pillows and not the walls- he can’t risk losing yet another controller; least of all having to patch a hole- or in his case, covering it with a poster. His hands are thrown into the air, fingers outstretched before they are curled into a fist. He arches his back forward, the heels of his hands cushioning his eyes. He tears up slightly, wincing at the sudden realization of burning pain that lingers in his eyes. Slowly, he pulls away just in time to hear his door creak open.

“Password,” he says with a lack of conviction, turning slightly to watch as you enter with a bag in your hand. He raises his brows, his arm stretching outward as he blindly searches for his controller. “What do you have there?” He jerks his chin, returning his attention to the game in front of him.

The light clicks on- something bright that fills the room in a soft blue that stretches around him. He winces at the sudden light, the controller dropped onto his lap as he rubs his eyes vigorously. If it weren’t obvious enough that he kept himself secluded in his room, it was obvious from the way that he rubbed at his eyes, and had to blink multiple times before he could finally look at you without shielding his eyes. You end him a wicked smile that slowly grows until you reveal your teeth, the bag in your hand held slightly tighter. In response, he sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks tinted with a pale shade of pink.

“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to defeat the boss,” you say, walking towards the bathtub where he sits. You sit in front of the porcelain, your gaze fixated on a television system that he has set up for a more immersive gameplay experience. When you are met with a lack of response, you turn your head to see him with narrowed eyes. “What? No witty remark?” Once more, you’re met with silence. “Levi?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “I- Fuck, you know?” This time, he’s met with silence. “First, I can’t get the concert tickets, then I can’t even get the new figure and now, I can’t even defeat this stupid game.” His cheeks fill with air, and he slowly lets the breath go past his lips. “And the concert was going to have passes to meet them behind the stage and the figure was signed and-” his character dies once more and the controller is tossed pitifully onto the pillow. He leans over the tub, his arms crossed under his chin, and his eyes on you. “My luck isn’t usually so bad, you know?”

You pat the floor beside you, your hand meeting the cold tile. “Come on, sit beside me,” you comment, shuffling over a few inches to give him even more space. With a huff, he rises out of the tub, small bits of crumbs falling onto the porcelain. He sits beside you, his arm brushing against yours but neither of you make an effort to move.

“I’m sitting, now what?” He asks, the television blurry as it replays his death with the words “Game Over” in bold letters.

“Well, Levi-” you hand him the bag, with fingers pinched over the handles- “since you’re having such rotten luck, why don’t you open the bag?”

He gives you a narrowed stare, slowly retrieving the bag from you and pulling out the pastel colored tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sits a box, the words of a favorite anime of his stamped beside with the usual font. His heart skips a beat, as he slowly clasps his hand around the box, his fingers pushing against the plastic and he gaps, reality crashing onto him like a wave.

“It’s-” he doesn’t even finish saying the sentence, your nod is an answer to everything. “The figure that I wanted- I- How?” He asks, looking at the box, so worried that if he were to take his eyes away, the box would vanish.

“Ah, ah-” you wag your finger in the air- “that is a story for another time, my dear Leviathan.” You sound so smug and a smile is already evident in your words.

He bounces in his seat, his legs shaking rapidly, knees softly knocking against each other as he lets his excitement show. His hands flap eagerly, his smile wide and eyes closed. A sharp breath is sucked between his teeth, as he stares at you with bright eyes. You’re startled, your shoulders raising a few centimeters into the air with wide eyes as you stare at him. A nervous smile stretches across your face with him so close to you and looking at you with such eager eyes. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’re a bit flustered with how he looks at you. Your heart races and it beats against your chest, rattling at your ribs and echoing against your body. You nod rapidly, gulping what little moisture you have in your mouth when he grabs your hands tightly in him.

He shouts your name, enthusiasm laced into his word, his hands pulling yours close to his chest. “Ah! You’re the absolute best!” His smile is so wide that it’s almost comical, leaving you smiling both in response to and because of him. “I’m so glad that you’re here! Of course, you’d be my Henry!” He drops your hands and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly around you, his head nuzzled into the curve of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m just glad that you’re the one that’s with me!” He pulls away, his hands now holding onto your biceps. Deep breaths exhale through him, his chest rising and dipping rhythmically. He calls your name and it’s sweet like honey on his tongue. “You really are the best. I mean,” his tone becomes softer, his smile less eager and more true, “you do so much for me. I couldn't ever imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me.”

“Levi,” you mumble, and when his hands fall from you and return to hold the box, you pull the bag towards your face, hiding away from him. Your neck grows hot, scorching your skin and making you breathless. “I’m glad that you like it,” you manage to squeak out, the bag further pressed towards you.

A few seconds pass until he finally realizes why you’ve pulled the bag to your face. Leviathan stiffens, clearing his throat and turning away, his hand covering his lower half of the face. The figurine sits beside him with a delicate smile plastered on their face. With the air so light and heavy, he reached into the tub, eager to pull out the controller. With a meek cough, he fumbles with the controller, passing it over to you, with his eyes still glued on the figurine. “Would you like a turn? Maybe you’re better than me.” He can feel his chest tighten when his fingertips brush against yours and the hundredth time, the game tune plays in the room.

Satan:

Satan’s eyes narrow unconsciously as he reads over the same page for the tenth time. No matter what, he is unable to focus on the words, the letters and lines meshing into one that nothing fully registers past the first word of the page. If he were to be honest with himself, nothing has registered since the last few pages that he’s read. With a huff, he closes the book, a small gust of air blowing at the hair that rests over his forehead. The book rests on the table beside him, nudging against the lamp that makes the room flicker for a brief moment.

The room is filled with sound, the hum of the air conditioner unit, the distant sounds of footsteps and talk across the house, the demonic animals that roam around outside. He’s sure that if he were to focus, he’d even hear the scratching of a pen. Scratch that- he can now that he thought about it. All the sounds make his skin crawl, uncomfortable and itchy and as he drags his nails across his arm, he’s only offered a second of relief before the feeling returns. He leans against the chair, his neck arched over the back of it, as he lets his eyes flutter to a close, the bright light of the library barely shining through his closed eyelids. It’s not like to be so distracted- especially when it comes to a favorite pastime of his. And yet, his mind is distracted, wandering to images of you where you were talking to others that weren’t him. He isn’t the jealous type- at least, not when he compares himself to his brother, but it seems that you brought out something different for him.

His leg twitches and there’s a burning sensation on his arm that he chooses to ignore. It only intensifies when he hears footsteps approaching. The sensation spreads and becomes sharper, insatiable as it burrows itself in the demon. There is a presence standing beside him and he already knows that it’s you. He can tell by the steps, by the breathing, by your scent. He frowns at the thought. He doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not to know such small details about you.

Something clicks- your knee, perhaps- and your hand rests above his slender one, cupping and still, there are gaps where his skin is unfortunate enough to not to be touched by you. “Satan?” You call out to him in a quiet voice- not quite a whisper but not your usual volume either. “Are you asleep?”

“Is it you wondering or someone else?” He responds, slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, meeting the top of yours. “Is there something that you need?” He makes no effort to move, stuck in his position as he is content just sitting on a chair with your hand over his.

“It’s me,” you answer him, turning your head to meet his eyes. His lips slowly turn into a smile with his eyes slowly growing heavy. “You don’t normally sleep in the library without cause. You okay?” Your hand slips from his and his eyes widen his hand closing into a fist, already missing your touch. But, he is soon reconnected with your hand as it rests on his forehead. You soon look down at him with pursed lips. “I- uh, I can’t tell if you have a fever or not.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight, holding in a moan when his back is already sore, feeling the muscles whine as they had already grown taut. “No- No I just, I have quite a few things on my mind, is all.” He gingerly goes to grab your hand in his, uncaring that your eyes are on him and that the door is open for anyone to walk in and see Wrath so tender. “I’m sorry that I worried you.”

Your hand in his is turned, pulled slightly away but not enough to be taken away from his grasp. You walk from the side of the chair to stand in front of him, and when you meet his eyes, you nod down, gesturing to his lap. He smiles softly, nodding his head and leaning back, humming under his breath when you situate yourself on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re oddly touchy today,” he comments, his hand curved on your lap as the one he held is moved to behind his neck, your fingertips barely touching his collarbone. “Did I do something to deserve this?”

You give a half-hearted hum, and in the corner of his eye, he can tell that you have closed your eyes. “Think of it as a way to make you feel better.” You give him a play tap and he nods, his eyes staring straight ahead, lost against the colorful spines of the books. “So what does have you so worked up?”

Is now his chance? Is he now able to tell you the full extent of his feelings? He has you sitting on his lap, comforting him in a way that few people would ever dare to. There's feelings there, bubbling and forming on both ends and he knows that it’s both ends. It’s you that is on his mind. Filtering in when you shouldn’t, invading every space of his that he has until he’s completely overwhelmed. It’s a strong feeling, something that rivals his own wrath and for the first time, he welcomes it- he doesn’t put up a fight against it. He wants to feel whatever it is that you make him feel. He wants the intensity of it until he’s exhausted, until the wrath that has been boiling inside of him ever since he can remember, can finally evaporate, can finally be extinguished.

You call his name once more and he looks at you, his smile tight and eyes closed for a moment. “How do I tell you that I care for you in a way that says exactly what I’m trying to say without scaring you off?” His eyes close and his hand turns over on your thigh, palm open and empty. “How do I tell you that you’re the thing on my mind? That it’s you that is reducing me into a mess at the simple thought of you.” He turns his head enough, shrugging his shoulder to make sure that you’re looking back at him, your chest still and the hand that you had relaxed, is slowly crawling over to his open one. “The thought of you warps into this- this jealous demon that isn’t exactly something I’m fond of. I you to myself and yet, that I want you to myself and that the thought of you with anyone else, makes me more of wrath than I have ever been.” Your hand closes above his and he nods slowly, clasping his hand over yours. “It’s you, and it’ll always be you.”

With a jolt, his words finally register to him. He turns to face you, but you’re buried into his shoulder, your hand holding tightly onto his, as if he were your lifeline and the one over his shoulder is grasping at his sweater, bunching the knit fabric into a mess. Your heart beats over the sound of the room, the hum of the electricity erased, the steps and chatter muffled under you. He smiles softly, a slow chuckle taking over, until he’s laughing widely, his chest shaking and vibrating under you with every laugh. You moan his name and he can only say the first letters of an apology before his laughter takes over.

“Really, really- I’m not laughing at you,” he says through an attempt at laughter. “I just forgot how different you are. How you always seem to change depending on your mood.” He feels a harsh pat against him, your head shaking as you press further into him. “Please, never change,” he says with a laugh at the end, his head turning, his lips meeting against the side of yours in a quick press.

Asmodeus:

He’s flawless. He has to be. Or, maybe he’s just naturally like that. You are not the best when it comes to reading Asmodeus- too enthralled by him that you can’t seemingly tell when he’s told a joke or not that pertains to his beauty. Very little of it matters to you- you may appreciate that he is quite gorgeous, but you’ve also gotten to know the demon that embodies Lust.

Perhaps it’s because he knows who he is, that he is Lust, that he has to appear the best at all times. He can never make a mistake or it’ll be all that’s talked about- he knows as well as anyone else how easily a reputation can be damaged. However, when he looks at you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He still wants to look his best for you, but he knows that if he were to slip, you wouldn’t see him any differently than how others see him.

You sleep beside him, nestled under his covers, the blanket pulled a little bit past your lips. Your hair is askew, small strands that stick up or curl around your face. Slowly, he takes a slender finger and softens the hair back to you, smiling when you try to lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn before he can see you, yawning and stretching your arms upwards, the cover crumpling above you. You lie still for a few more seconds and he sits upwards, daring to peek at your face. As if already knowing that he was going to watch you, you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look more refined, to fix your appearance before him. You rub your eyes with a knuckle, turning to him and opening your mouth only to have a yawn cut through.

“Did you have a good nap?” Asmodeus asks, watching as you stretch your limbs, your muscles pulled taut as you let out a whine of satisfaction. You nod in response to him. “I’m glad. You know, I do have to tell you that you were right. I try not to ruin my sleep schedule but that nap felt simply divine. I think I feel more rested than I usually do.”

You smile at him, turning over to rest your head on his chest. His hand immediately comes to curve over the back of your head. “I like sleeping with you. You have such a soft bed and you always give such nice hugs.” He laughs in response, his hand lowering to hold near your shoulder. “It’s true. Devildom is still-” you take a brief pause- “different. And somehow, when I’m with you, all my worries are just-” you blow out a gentle puff of air- “gone.”

“I’m here for whenever you need me. All you have to do is just call,” he comments, his hand running past the sleeve of your shirt, his index and middle fingers touching against your warm skin. “I think it’s almost time for dinner. Would you like to accompany me? I’d be more than happy to take you to that little restaurant we found the other day.”

The edge of your sleeve is toyed with, pinched between the fingers and released. His hand returns to where it lay only to be disturbed when you rise, causing his hand to rest beside him. You give him a blinding smile that makes his heart flutter as he looks at you. “I’d be more than happy to, but I would like to get ready before we go out.” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head to encourage you to continue. “I want to look my best for you.” You lean forward and he smiles, fully ready for a kiss, only to have you pull away and kiss his shoulder. He frowns, his lips pushing towards a pout as he looks at you.

“Not even a kiss?” He asks, a tease of playfulness loosely attached to his words. “I have to say that I’m hurt.” He watches as you move, curling your legs underneath you as you watch him with a hint of smile on your face. “After all that I do for you, and yet, you have the gall to deny me a simple kiss?” he lets out a huff, not trying to hide the smile that graces his features and you. “You should be ashamed of yourself. There are demons who would kiss my steps to even look at me.”

“Asmo,” you call to him and he quiets, looking at you with expectant eyes. Despite him being the demon who can be considered one of the strongest- and is- you’re still the one who holds all the power in the relationship. He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Why do you want to go out with me?”

He can’t help the smile that forms, that twists the already playful one into something more bitter. It’s a question that he asked himself the first time he realized his feelings towards you. He could have it all and you’re just a human with minimal magical abilities. He’s met countless lifeforms who were and are beautiful, their beauty forever imprinted and never seeming to age. But, he still chooses you. And he’s content with that. He’s more than happy that he’s with you.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip, his eyes focused on your cupid’s bow. “You know, there are times when I look at you and I wonder if you see yourself the way that I see you.” He knows what to say, it all comes so natural to him when he compliments you. “Your scars and blemishes, the stretch marks around your tummy and how they pale and wrap around you. The little moles that you have are kissed along your sides and cheeks.” His thumb moves down and now his hand holds yours. “I have to be perfect- I have to be loved and admired, but then I see you and I think to myself how as long as I’m loved by you, that’s enough. You really have changed me in a way I never saw myself. Beauty means everything to me- or at least it did. But now I have you, and I have to admit, that I prefer you over anything else in the world.” He leans forward and lets his lips press against the corners of yours. “I want to go out with you, because to me, you’re the best that there will ever be.”

It all happens in a flash, seeing your face darken, feeling the hand slowly shake and then your face is hidden by the covers. He can hear you whine his name, and when his hand touches between your shoulder blades, his nimble fingers reaching above the collar of your shirt and touching your neck, he can feel how hot it is. He laughs as his arms reach around you and pull you close to him, giggling and accepting your odd human behavior.

Beelzebub:

Detention is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but other than that it’s silent. The room is occupied by a total of three people- you, Beelzebub, and the unfortunate professor that is stuck to watch over the two of you who scrolls through their D.D.D. while music plays loudly every now and then. You suspect they are on an app similar to one from the Human Realm, complete with word play and aesthetic from Devildom.

You turn over to Beelzebub, quirking your brows when you see him scribbling over a paper with a pen. You peer over, sitting straighter to get a closer look only to find him mindlessly doodling, similar drawings cover the paper in blue ink. As if feeling your stare, he turns to you with slightly wide eyes before relaxing them, sending you a smile and raising his paper, to show you his work. You return the smile, pleased at his cute antics and his boyish smile. You send him a thumbs up, before the professor coughs, catching the attention from the two of you.

They stand up, their tail curling around their leg and with a yawn, they expose their teeth. Their phone is stuffed into their pocket as they slowly walk to the front of the desk. “I’ll be back. I expect the two of you to still be here. You both have an hour left.” With that, they walk to the door, the heels of their shoes clicking, the door creaking before it finally closes leaving you and Beelzebub alone in a room.

Immediately, you turn to Beelzebub, your chair squeaking as you shift it hastily. “Beel,” you say excitedly, patting your hands on your thighs. He answers with a hum, tilting his head to the side to show that he is listening to you. “You have power over the professors, don't you?” You see the corner of his lip twitch upwards. “I mean you're the Avatar of Gluttony, can’t you just get us both out of here?”

The pen is set down and he leans back on his chair, his legs sliding underneath the desk until they are stretched to their full length. He turns to you, his smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. “I don’t feel like getting in trouble anymore than I already have.” His smile is crooked, teeth barely glimpsing from behind his lips.

“But we’re already in trouble,” you try to argue, pushing forward. “Please?” You lean forward, holding onto his bicep, with a pout on your lips. “If I use the pact powers, I’ll probably be the only one in trouble.”

He snickers, crossing his arms and lowering his head to side his smile. “We have an hour.” He looks up at you, a hand coming to cover yours. “Just sit and wait, okay? I’ll treat you out later.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs, pulling away from your touch and turning his own chair to face you, his hand resting over the desk, pulling on the tip of the pen until it is pulled underneath his hand. “What makes you want to go home so early anyways?”

“Why don’t you wanna go home?” You shoot back, your arm bent above the desk, with your chin resting on the palm of your hand. He shrugs in response, his attention back to the paper as he starts to bounce the pen between his index finger and thumb. “What are you drawing, anyways?” it doesn’t go unnoticed that he stiffens at your question, his lips pulling into a thin line as his leg starts to bounce. “It’s the same image, right? Like the same character that you’re drawing?” You lean closer, watching as he bounces the pen faster in his hand.

“It’s- It’s for art class,” he responds, clearing his throat. His hands grab at the paper and for a moment you think he’s about to crumble the paper, but instead he slips it between a notebook, careful to not let an edge slip out before it’s stuffed into his bag. “We have to draw-” he hesitates, squirming under your attention- “a thing.”

“I thought sports took care of your electives?” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, turning his attention to the board smeared with chalky remains. “Oh? Are you lying to me?” Your hand flutters to your heart, your voice faux hurt as your slump over in your seat. “Beelzebub, I’m actually hurt. Here I thought we were close and yet-”

“I’m drawing you,” he says, effectively making you stop in your theatrics. You turn to him, your mouth parted. “I wanted to draw you and give it to you as a gift but I can’t get your smile right.”

“Well that didn’t take much probing,” you mutter, scooting your chair closer to him, the toe of your shoe nudging against his backpack.

“I don’t like lying to you,” he states, his body becoming still and eyes returning to where you sit so close to him. Close enough where he can smell your cream. “I just didn’t want you to find out.”

There’s silence between the both of you, your lips pursed as you nod. “My smile?” He nods. “It should be simple, shouldn’t it?” Just a curve and some smaller curves for the lips and boom, you’re done.” You grab his backpack, holding it in your hands, the opening pointed towards him.

“No,” he says with a frown, pulling the same notebook out and slipping out the paper. Upon closer inspection, the images of what appears to be you are roughly scribbled. They aren’t the best but the thought of him drawing something for you and being nervous about you finding out makes the drawing much sweeter. “You have a nice smile. It’s like- like,” you look up at him to see his brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to explain it. Your smile is nice. It’s a lot more than nice. When you smile at me, it’s just nice. I like seeing you happy. You smiling at me makes me feel special and I don’t want to half-ass some drawing of you. I want to make it special because you’re special to me. Your smile makes me feel warm, like I’m being hugged and everytime you smile, it always reaches your eyes and when your eyes crinkle, it’s like you’re just looking at me and that makes me feel so-” he takes a deep sigh and releases it slowly- “so safe.” His words come to a soft close, his face a warm shade of red. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” When he looks at you, you’ve curled into a ball in your seat, your face buried into his backpack. He calls your name frantically, his hands on your shoulders, only to pull away when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Did I offend you?” His name is muffled between the fabric. “Yeah?”

“You’re really sweet,” you moan pitifully, clutching the bag tighter, hoping that it effectively hides your burning face. “I think I’ll actually die from what you just said.” Your heart beats in your chest, the sweet confession echoing in your ears and when you smile, you can only hide it, not wanting him to see the wide grin that is now plastered across your face. “I’ll take any drawing that you give me.” You hold your hand out, ready to receive the unfinished work, not yet lifting your head.

His hand covers your outstretched one. “Maybe if I can see your smile right now, I’d be able to get it right,” he teases slightly. Your only response is shaking your head, giggling through the fabric as you feebly try to shake his hand away. He laughs widely, holding your hand tighter as he urges for you to look upward at him.

Belphegor:

The room is quiet, no footsteps that echo from above, no noise that travels from the stairs into the room that was once Belphegor’s prison. Beside him, you lay curled on your side, resting against him, your hand playing with a drawstring of his hoodie, playing with the frayed ends at your fingertips.

“I thought being around you would make me sleepy,” you murmur, an ill-placed yawn ruining the validity of your statement.

Even where he lays, he knows that you’re pouting, with your brows knitted together. “It seems that I am already making you quite tired. You only lasted how long?” He’d make a show of checking his nonexistent watch, but he rather not, already too comfortable in his current position to risk moving. You blow a raspberry in response and he lets out a giggle, his hand that is placed underneath you is bent to hold a strand of your hair in between his fingers. “Come on, be nice now. I can also make you unbelievably tired but unable to sleep.”

“You’re so cruel Belphegor,” you say in a whisper, your hand finally still from playing with his drawstring. “You’d take away my sleep for a simple noise? How juvenile,” you tease, nuzzling further into his side, humming when his fingers part through your hair and scratch lightly at your scalp. “Here I am, whisked away from my homework to come and nap beside you. And what do I get in return? Teasing.” The last word slowly drifted off into a simple breath of air that was tickled against his side.

It really hadn’t taken you so long to fall under his own sleeping spell. A part of him is a bit bitter, wanting to spend more time with you where the both of you were conscious and could actually talk, while the other part of him, is simply glad that you’re resting beside him, that you’ve taken time out of your day to lay next to him.

“It’s not like you don’t deserve it,” he says through a smile, twisting your hair around his index. “I mean, out of all the reactions I can get, yours is possibly the best of them.”

“Thank you,” you say, sounding a bit more like a question. “You know, I’m glad that you invited me up here. I haven't been getting the best sleep as of late.”

“You can always come to me,” he’s quick to say, eager so evident in his voice that he’s drowning in it. He wants to be near you, he wants to be with you.

“I don't want to bother you,” you confess with a faint voice.

“You could never bother me.” It’s the truth. He’d crawl to you if it meant even a fraction of your attention would be given to him. He’d do what he could just to hear your voice. You’d never be a bother to him. You’d be his saving grace. It’s silent for a moment, one where he can hear the house come alive under him and feel your breath with even more vigor than before, feeling each and every pause, every gust of air a kiss against his skin that makes him yearn for more. He calls your name, and it’s thick on his tongue- foreign and light, and yet it sounds like he’s said it countless times before, as if he knew the name by heart. You hum in response and he takes a deep breath.

His finger twirls around a small piece of your hair, letting the hair curl around his finger before he releases it, only to do the same thing once more. “I’m always surprised that you let me get so close,” he says in a quiet voice, careful to not ruin the moment but a part of him knows that it might have been ruined already when it alludes to him. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him carefully as your lips part. “I know that I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor or anything and uh-” he lets the strad of your hair go, watching it bounce in freedom- “I just want you to know that I appreciate that you even let me touch you. I really like you, you know? I think you’re a much better person than I’ll ever be.” His lips stretch into a bittersweet smile that soon falls into a frown, twisting his features into something more somber. You say his name and it makes his breath hitch, a hiccup in his throat as his name fills the momentary silence. “I mean it. I think that’s why I- why you mean so much to me. I could never be like you. I can only admire you from afar and want you for myself.” He lets out a breathless puff of air that has humor etched into it. “I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot more to me than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”

With every continuation of his words, you felt your body respond to him. Your stomach twists with butterflies causing a storm inside of you, your chest tight and the sweet relief of air has escaped your lungs, and you’re hot, heat flush against your face and creeping from your chest and upward. You wonder if he could hear every change in your breathing, in your heart that beats, in just you.

He looks at you through half closed eyes and for once, you don’t think that it’s sleep that’s causing his soft smile and tender eyes. You stiffen, your muscles going rigid under his stare. The pillow is cool under your face as you stay hidden from him, gripping at the edges and turning away from his gaze, unable to keep as tight face as a smile creeps across your face.

He laughs as you lower your head, hiding your face from his after the tender words that were shared. “Come on, was it that easy to make you flustered?” He teases, the bed dipping as he moves. His hand tugs on the pillow that is held tightly in your grasp. “Oh come on, just look up,” he whines, weakly tugging at the pillow. “Seriously, you’re so dramatic and for no reason. It shouldn’t be news to you that I like you.” His smile is clear in his voice, light and full of kittenish behavior. “If you don’t pay attention to me, I’m going to continue, you know.” His grin widens when you finally peek at him, and he can’t help but laugh.

Diavolo:

There is chatter in the room, accompanied by the heels of shoes that click against the tiled floor. The room is lit in an orange glow that makes the atmosphere of the room seem almost dream-like. You tug wine glass, pulling it closer to you, careful to not let a drop spill over and stain the pristine white tablecloth. You glance around the room, watching people chat amongst themselves, their own eyes glued to their partners.

You look at the prince before you who takes a sip from his glass, his tongue peeking to wipe at the taste on his lips. “Diavolo?” The glass is set down and he looks at you with slightly widened eyes. “When I said I wanted to go out for dinner, I was fine with just some Akudonalds or ya know-” you glance once more around the room, your gaze focused on the silverware set carefully in front of you- “anything.

“This is anything,” he says, his smile cool and hands resting above the table. “We hardly go out and when we do, the others tend to accompany us. While I enjoy their company, I’d also like to just enjoy yours. So I thought, since this is a rare occasion, we’d make the best of it.” He leans close to you, and you know that there is no malice or hidden intention with him. He is honest, able to tell you what he wants without finding it necessary to hide himself. “If you are uncomfortable with such a restaurant, we can always go somewhere else, next time.”

“It’s not that, it’s just-” you clear your throat, leaning against the table, lowering your voice- “I’ve never been to such a high-end place. I don’t want you to overspend because of me. I’m fine just going somewhere low-key.”

He laughs, shaking his head and his fingers drum against the table. I’m a prince. There’s no such thing as overspending and even if there were, I don’t mind it if it’s you that I’m doting on.” You nod slowly, your fingers running at the edge of the fork handle. “Really, there is no need to worry. I’m just happy that you agreed to join me on this outing.”

You do your best to not shake your legs, mindful of the wine beside you. “‘M glad I was able to join you as well. I- I like spending time with you.” You smile sweetly at him, a hint of nerves tracing against your smile. “I just have to admit that I was taken aback when you invited me out. I know you mentioned how it’s always us with the others, but I don’t know-” you fingers find themselves tracing around the base of the glass- “I guess I always figured you liked me because I was able to get you out of work since you know, I am part of your work. I never would have assumed that you actually wanted to spend time with me.”

For a moment, it’s silent, a brief moment that couldn't even be considered silent, just a short pause but it's enough for him. “May I admit something to you?” Diavolo asks, his hands fiddling with the napkin beside himself. You nod, leaning forward, urging him to continue. “I was always fascinated with humans. I loved humans- they were these beings who had free will and they all lived different lives but in the end they shared the same fate.” He chuckles softly and his hand goes to the stem of the wine glass. “It’s the same for demons, of course. Any life can be taken and for the most part, they have free will, but I think I love humans. Or at least I thought I did.” He looks up at you, his smile faltering for a moment as he struggles to keep it up. “But I think rather than love, I hold admiration for their humanity. For their tenacity, and kindness; their love and warmth that they have with each other. And when I look at you-” his hand leaves the glass and is left open towards you- “I’m reminded of how beautiful humans can be.” His smile turns bitter for a moment, falling and he makes no attempt to keep up the facade. “I’m reminded just how fragile they are. I need you to know that I admire humanity, but I think I love you. I love how you do your best to help those around you, how you adapt to your environment, and just how easily you can make others fall for you.” He lets out a short laugh through his nose. “If I have to be honest, I think I’m also jealous of you. I wish I were the only one who could have the opportunity to fall for you.” His hand is still held out towards you, vacant without yours.

Throughout his monologue your body has been on fire, pooling in your stomach and against your back. You stare at his empty hand, trying to will yourself to hold it but the most that you can do is lay your head on the table, silverware clicking together and a dull thud heard. You want to let out a whine but you’re sure you’ve already called attention to yourself and- oh dear. What will people think of when they see Lord Diavolo with a human who has planted their face against a table. Your thoughts race, clouding your mind as the silence in the room is deafening, echoing in your ears as you rest with your face down.

“Is this a human custom?” Diavolo asks, his voice full of genuine wonderment. “Should I also be doing it?”

“Dia,” you mumble, your body slowly squeezing against itself in order to make yourself smaller. “You can’t confess so nonchalant,” you say in a hushed whisper, wanting to let out any type of noise that is slowly building up inside of you. “It’s- It’s too much for me,” you whine, slowly raising your head to peer at him.

“Well, I am a prince- a demon one at that. I suppose you can say that there are different customs for us as well.” His smile is jovial, and he reaches across the table, his hand open and this time you take it. Unable to look him in the eye, you resort to watching as his hand slowly threads to intertwine himself with you. “I must say, if that’s the response I were to get, I might as well continue it. I rather liked whatever it was that you did.” He’s so honest, looking at you with a wide grin that shows his pointed teeth and you can’t help but bury your face once more, grinning when you hear him let out a small laugh, his hand closing around yours.

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michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover · 3 years ago

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I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND IT'S THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN MY LIFE.

LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN TO ME. MICHAEL AND WILLIAM WITH A SHY S/O BUT THEY ARE REALLY SOFT, AFFECTIONATE AND CALM, I JUST WANT SOME CUTE STUFF WITH THESE BOIS.

(my first language isn't English, sorry my English is bad😭😭😭 LOVE U 💕💕💕)

First, thank you so much for your sweet, lovely words, these types of messages motivate me so much, and make me so happy. Second of all, yes, absolutely!

-William-

-Because he's a sauve, charismatic businessman, he doesn't understand your shyness at first. It somewhat intrigued him when he first met you

-The closer you two became, the less shy you were towards him

-It got him thinking about your shyness. You're so talkative around him, most of the time, why did you become so aloof and awkward around others?

-Once you explained it, though, he understands it better

-Not fully, but better. He understands that it's hard for you to be yourself around people you don't know, or people you've just met. Even people you're close to, hell, you're shy around him at times

-He tries his best to help you when he can, if it's talking to people you're particularly shy around, or taking the main focus in conversations you feel uncomfortable in

-He picks up on the fact that you get flustered very easily, so he does his best to make sure the only person who can make you flustered is him

-For an s/o who goes non-verbal because of shyness/anxiety, he would learn sign language

-He quickly picks up on physical cues that regularly show up before you get uncomfortable

-He buys you all kinds of de-stressors, especially small ones that are easy to carry around in a backpack, just in case they're ever needed

-If anyone gives his s/o a hard time about being shy, they will be facing him. And a shit ton of blackmail. He has dirt on everyone, for some reason.

-Often plans outings, especially if they're with other people. He doesn't want you to stress yourself out about a situation that could already stress you highly

-All types of nicknames to calm you down when you get stressed or flustered

-Overall, he doesn't always know what's going on in your brain, but he does his best to help you out

-Michael-

-Goes out of his way to make you smile and/or laugh if you're feeling stressed

-He knows that it's hard for you to be comfortable around new people, so he doesn't push you to be

-Similar to William, he'll take the leads in situations that make you uncomfortable, but in a different way. Where William will engage in civil conversation, Michael will crack jokes to put everyone involved at ease

-His s/o was extremely shy the first time they met Henry. Michael understood. He knew that just because he was comfortable around Henry, didn't mean that you would be.

-Eventually, you became more accustomed to Henry, and even became close to him, though you still sometimes had some trouble with how shy you were

-Never goes out of his way to purposely embarrass you around new people, strangers, or people you're particularly shy around

-If his s/o has trouble making eye contact, he'll move around a lot during conversations to make them feel more engaged

-He'll go very far out of the way to make you, and other shy/anxious people, as comfortable as he can

-He's just so sweet, and wonderful, warm hug on a cold day vibes

(very sorry if this is not what you were expecting, this is based off of the things I go through pertaining to my personal shyness, and ways I would like to be comforted, but I can't talk for anyone else)

#william afton #michael afton #dave miller #mike schmidt #fnaf fanfiction #william afton x reader #michael afton x reader

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seelie-scribbles · 3 years ago

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hii! your blog looks lovely and i can't wait to read your works!💮 can you write some cuddling/sleeping headcanons for childe, dainsleif, kaeya, kazuha and scaramouche with a fem!s/o, please?🌸

Cuddling Headcanons

Hi! I had some stuff going on, so I'm sorry I didn't get to writing this right away, but thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun with this, and I hope you enjoy it!!

𓇽 Childe 𓇽

✧ An absolute menace

✧ As soon as it’s time for bed, you better get your ass to bed

✧ I feel like he’d be really adamant about sticking to a bedtime?

✧ Like, as soon as the clock hits 10:00 it is lights out

✧ If you tried to keep writing, he would absolutely pick you up and carry you to the bed

✧ I could see him really loving the whole “rest your head on my chest” position

✧ It’d make it really easy to kiss the top of your head, which he does as much as he can

✧ Even if you’re taller than him, he loves when you just curl up into his side and sleepily kiss him good night

✧ Trust me when I say, he will m e l t if you’re clingy

✧ Overall, probably the cuddliest on here, especially since he is always down for snuggles

✧ Literally

✧ Anytime

✧ Anywhere

☽ Dainsleif ☾

✧ I think it’s safe to say that Dainsleif has very little dating experience

✧ Hell, he’s been alive for over 500 years, and I'm willing to bet most of that was spent alone

✧ So he’s probably very, very touch-starved

✧ I think it would take him awhile to warm up to physical touch, but once he does HOO BOY

✧ He’s definitely the kind of guy to wrap himself around you in his sleep, but no matter how many times it happens, he still wakes up so flustered and embarrassed

✧ Somehow, his face ends up squished into your chest

✧ Every

✧ Single

✧ Time

✧ Dainsleif is a boobs-man, and that also applies in a non-sexual way

✧ He just feels so safe and secure sleeping there, he can't help it

✧ I get the feeling that he has a lot of trauma that keeps him from sleeping, but the one thing that helps is your voice and your boobs

✧ He prefers when you sing, no matter how good you are, but if that makes you uncomfortable, he’ll gladly listen to you read a book, or simply tell him about your day

✧ Childe would definitely beg for cuddles, but Dainsleif is more reserved, so if you want snuggles, ask for them

✧ There is a 100% chance he wants to cuddle, too

✧ He’s just a little shy

❄ Kaeya ❄

✧ Big spoon big spoon big spoon big spoon big

✧ A cuddler from birth

✧ This man was born to cuddle

✧ Despite his cryo vision, Kaeya is constantly warm

✧ So in the winter?

✧ He’ll be your best friend

✧ I feel like his favorite way to cuddle is when he’s sitting, and you kinda just. Curl up in his lap?

✧ It makes his heart swell, knowing that you trust him enough to keep you safe while you’re asleep

✧ Would absolutely hold you on his lap during his meetings with the Knights of Favonius

✧ The only time he ever takes his gloves off is when you guys are cuddling, and he’s running his fingers through your hair, or along your back and arms

❀ Kazuha ❀

✧ A very sweet cuddler

✧ DEFINITELY a spooner

✧ I feel like he fluctuates between big spoon and little spoon

✧ Sometimes, he likes to nuzzle into your neck, and ‘protect’ you

✧ Other times, he just needs to be held

✧ I have a bit of a headcanon that Kazuha snores

✧ Not all the time. Not too loudly either.

✧ Just a little snort from time to time

✧ And I know it would be the CUTEST SHIT

✧ It is a fact in my mind that Kazuha can sing, so he’d sing you songs that he heard while in Inazuma

✧ The only light sleeper on this list

✧ So if you’re having a nightmare?

✧ No worries!

✧ Kazuha is there with a glass of water and a warm towel

✧ 10/10 would wife up in a heartbeat

⚔ Scaramouche ⚔

✧ Tells his underlings he doesn’t have time to do “worthless” things, such as “cuddle” and “date idiots”

✧ If you found out he said that though?

✧ He’d be 50% “Babe I would never,” and 50% “Damn straight, bitch"

✧ NOT open about being in a relationship

✧ Which translates into sleeping habits

✧ If you guys are at home, he’s all for it

✧ But if you’re part of the Fatui, and you’re on an overnight mission?

✧ He’ll avoid you like the plague

✧ Gotta keep up appearances, right?

✧ Honestly though, getting him to cuddle requires EFFORT

✧ I’d like to imagine that Scaramouche gets cold really easily, so the easiest way to get him to cuddle?

✧ Turn down the thermostat by a few degrees

✧ You’ll be feeling his gremlin toes pressed against your calves within minutes

✧ Won’t really cuddle, per say, but loves to intertwine his legs with yours he's honestly so cute pls

✧ A snorer

✧ A loud snorer

✧ He may be one of my favorites, but I said what I said

✧ Very easy to wake up, though, so if it’s bothering you that much, just give him a shake, and he’ll be up in seconds

✧ REFUSES to admit he snores, so whatever you do, do NOT tell the other Harbingers, unless you want him to suffer for the rest of eternity

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fanimesenseiwrites · 4 years ago

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

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bullshxtvixen · 5 years ago

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Big Hoodies and Cute Underwear

✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *: ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Characters: Kuroo, Ushijima and Bokuto

Request: Hiii could you do a HC for Kuroo, Bokoto, and Ushijima walk in on their s/o playing video games in just a big hoodie and cute underwear. Also your work is amazing.

Request Status: CLOSED.

Warnings: 18+, spanking, mention of ass play, slight praise kink, rough sex, they’re all kinda dom af.

a/n: thank you to @nyxdelanuit for beta reading these for me, check out her writing and give her a followwww.

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Kuroo

☆ He’d had a shitty day so all he wanted to do was come home and find comfort in you.

☆ When he makes his way into the bedroom and you’re laying on your stomach in one of his baggy hoodies and a skimpy pair of red lace underwear that show off your ass...well he’s already hard on the spot.

☆ “Hey, kitten.” He only gets a mumbled response as you continue on with your game.

☆ If that’s how you were going to be, then he was going to play his own game.

☆ He’ll sit next to you on the bed and give you a quick kiss on the top of your head before placing his hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles over the fabric of his favourite hoodie.

☆ You do your best to ignore his hand and carry on gaming.

☆ Like hell was he going to let you get away with that.

☆ His fingers slip beneath the edge of your underwear, pulling at the fabric and letting it snap back against your skin before tracing the curve of your ass with rough fingers.

☆ You’ll be biting your lip, trying not to lose focus on the game you’re playing.

☆ He smirks when you tense up beneath him as he brushes his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices around his digits before removing them and bringing them to his lips.

☆ Your eyes had left the screen now, instead watching him from the corner of your eye as his tongue slips out to taste your arousal.

☆“You taste so sweet, kitten. I could lap your juices up all day.”

☆ Don’t even think about trying to move towards him because before you can even blink he’s straddling the back of your thighs and forcing your head down into the mattress.

☆ “Did you really think you could ignore me and I’d let you get away with it when you’ve got those thighs and this,” he brings a palm down harshly on your ass, “on display for me to see? I don’t think so, kitten.”

☆ Then he pushes his shorts down slightly to release his thick cock, precum already leaking from his swollen tip.

☆ He’ll take it in his hand, giving it a few light strokes before slapping it against your ass. He knows you love it when he does that.

☆ Underwear? Those are pushed to the side before he’s giving a quick snap of his hips and sheathing his full length inside you, your velvet walls protesting as they’re forced to take all of him at once.

☆ Your half moan/half scream is muffled by the mattress as he presses your face further into it before he starts to move inside you, hard thrusts that reach so deliciously deep that they brush against your sweet spot every time.

☆“You should know better than to tease me, kitten.”

☆ Then he really started to move, his hands spreading your cheeks apart so he can watch as he buries himself deep inside your sopping cunt.

☆ I wouldn’t put it past him to slip his thumb into your ass, applying pressure inside your rear, stretching both of your holes so well. You’re nothing but a moaning mess beneath him as the sensations overwhelm you.

☆ That’ll teach you to ignore him for a video game.

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Ushijima

☆ It takes a lot to get Ushi riled up, but when he comes home after some practice games to find you sat at the end of the bed, one of his hoodies dwarfing your frame as his eyes trail up your bare legs that are hanging off the edge as you bite your lip in concentration...well, even he’s going to get a little flustered.

☆ Were you even wearing underwear beneath the hoodie? He wanted to find out.

☆ He’ll take a seat behind you on the bed, placing a leg on either side of you, trapping you between his large form.

☆ His hands will make their way to your shoulders, gently massaging them. He knows you’ve probably been slumped over playing most of the day and he’s rewarded with a satisfied moan as you melt under those large hands.

☆“Mmm, your hands feel so good, ‘Toshi.”

☆ When you lean back into his broad chest, he’ll wrap his arms around your front, pulling you closer to him so you can feel how much he wants you as his erection is evident against your ass.

☆ You pretend not to notice though because you’re about to fight the final boss, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to concentrate for long with the way his hands were moving.

☆ He’ll let you have your fun though, he’s not in any rush. Plus he still wants to know if you’ve got panties on underneath the hoodie.

☆ His fingers move to play with the hem, his knuckles brushing against your thighs as he does.

☆ Don’t think he doesn’t notice how you press them together or how your breath catches in your throat as he allows one of his fingers to run up the length of your clothed slit.

☆ So you were wearing underwear after all. Shame. Not that a thin piece of material was going to stop his plans.

☆ He’ll place soft kisses along the side of your neck as his hands move to massage your inner thighs, his thumbs moving so that they gently press against your panties, teasing your dampened folds as he goes.

☆ “Put the controller down, y/n.” a delicate kiss just below your ear. “Good girl.” another kiss a little further down your neck, a reward for doing as you’re told. “Now spread your legs for me.” A final harsh kiss is placed where your neck meets your shoulder as his hands guide your legs so they’re hooked over the top of his.

☆ This is how he likes you, spread nice and wide for him and so so vulnerable as his fingers leave your thighs and move to slip your underwear to the side.

☆ Prepare for a lot of teasing. He’ll run his fingers up and down your glistening folds before he even thinks of putting his them inside you. The way you lean your head back against is shoulder as your breath comes out in tiny pants makes his cock throb.

☆ When he does slip two of those deliciously thick digits inside you...the way your walls stretch as they try to accommodate them is heaven.

☆ And when he begins pumping them inside of you while the index and middle finger from his other hand begin to make lazy circles on your swollen clit, you can’t help but squirm in his hold as one of your hands reaches back to grasp his neck as your hips grind down against the harsh thrusts of his fingers.

☆“I’m going to cum, ‘toshi, f-fuck.” oh he knows, he can feel your walls beginning to clench around his fingers, but he’s not ready to let you cum yet.

☆ In what feels like a matter of seconds he’s removing his hands from your cunt and using one arm to lift you up while his free hand shuffles his sweats and boxers down to his ankles.

☆ The hoodie is also pulled over your head and thrown to the floor.

☆ Now he’s got you back in the same position, only now he’s holding you higher against his chest as you feel the head of his cock poking at the entrance of your empty pussy.

☆“‘Toshi, please. I need you, please.” He likes the way you beg, it’s like music to his ears.

☆“You better hold onto my knees, love.” You do as you’re told, leaning forward in his arms to grasp his knees, your legs still hooked over his.

☆Then he’s lowering your down onto his girthy cock, groans falling from both of your as he sheaths himself inside of you. You almost cum on the spot at the feel of his tip kissing your cervix.

☆ He’ll give you a second to get used to him before his hands are in your hips and he’s guiding you up and down his length, his strength making it easy for him to move you at a fast pace as he rolls his hips up into you.

☆ You’ll be left a moaning mess for the rest of the night as he makes you cum at least three times in that position alone.

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Bokuto

☆ Energetic baby boy cannot stand being ignored. Like it physically causes him pain to have you sitting there in a baggy hoodie that’s so big on you that it’s slipping from your shoulder, and his favourite pair of black lace underwear are poking out.

☆ No. He’s not happy at all.

☆ “Baaaaaabe, please give me attention!” Poor whiny baby. You ignore him though as you lean forward on the sofa as you spot an enemy sniper about to take out on our your team mates.

☆ Bo will just huff and sit back with his arms folded as he stares at your thighs, thinking about how much he wants to bury his face between them.

☆ His thought have him hard as a rock now and he slowly starts to palm himself through his workout shorts.

☆ He needs you so bad and when the hoodie rides up and exposes your scantily covered ass to him...well he can’t take it anymore.

☆ The remote is ripped from your hands and thrown onto the floor as he grasps your legs and spins you so that your head is against the arm of the sofa as he presses you legs to your chest, his hard on pressing against the curve of your ass.

☆ “Kou-“ he presses your legs tighter against you, the air forces to leave your body as he hovers over you.

☆ “I told you I needed you, little bird.” hips are placed against yours, his cock still straining against his shorts as he rubs himself between your thighs to create some friction.

☆ You both suck in sharp breathes at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through you.

☆ Then he’s moving so his head is between your thighs, your legs still thrown over his shoulder.

☆ You won’t get a warning before his tongue is pressed flat against your covered slit, the pressure on your clit causing your hips to buck into his face.

☆ He’ll pull away for a split second to take your underwear off, the crotch damp from his tongue and your arousal, before bunching them up and holding them out to you.

☆ “Open.” He can’t be fucking serious. “Come on little bird, open wide for me.” You do as he says, opening your mouth so he can stuff your bunched up panties inside.

☆ He smirks as you before returning between your legs, immediately thrusting his tongue between your pussy lips, “Better keep those in your mouth, we don’t want the neighbours hearing what we’re getting up to.”

☆ And fuck, you’re already so wet for him, it makes him unbearably hard as he realises it’s him that makes you feel that way.

☆ His renewed confidence has him easing his fingers to you, stretching and scissoring inside your wet heat as his lips attach themselves to your clit, biting and sucking the tight bundle of nerves as your back arches from the sofa, your muffled moans filling his ears.

☆“You look so good with my fingers inside you, babe.”

☆ You’ve cum twice before he comes up for air, your arousal coating his chin. He doesn’t bother to wipe it off before he pulls your panties from your mouth, his mouth crashing against yours as you taste yourself on his lips.

☆ Then he’s pulling back and releasing his cock from his shorts, the prominent vein beneath his shaft that rubs against your walls in the most intoxicating way is visible as his length stands flush against his stomach.

☆ “Kou, fuck me. Please. I want you inside me, make me feel good the only way you can.” You know he can’t resist being praised.

☆ because God, when you praise him like that there’s no way he’s holding back.

☆“Say it again, y/n.” It’s barely a whisper as he hooks his arms under your legs.

☆ So you do, but before you can finish he’s filling you. One hard thrust and he’s completely sheathed inside you, your needy cunt clenching around him as he presses your legs further against your chest.

☆ So deep. So full. It’s pure bliss.

☆ Then he’s moving, hips crashing into yours as his balls smack against your ass. He’s got you practically folded in half so he can reach as deep as possible within you, he needs you to feel all of him.

☆ You better hold his face in your hands and whisper all sorts of praise against his lips as his hard thrusts send jolts of pleasure exploding through your body. Each word of praise has his balls tightening further and his thrusts getting harder as he pounds into your soaking pussy, lewd sounds filling the air.

☆ Then you’re both cumming, you with your eyes squeezed shut as your nails dig into his back as he’s spilling inside you, his forehead pressed against yours as his warm cum coats your walls.

☆ A soft ‘iloveyou’ is whispered against your chest before he’s cuddling into you and falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

☆ If he was going to fuck you like that, maybe you’d have to ignore him more often.

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