#he could kill his s/o but he doesn't <3 cuz he loves them <3 and he's a big ol softie who needs smooches

[sanguineterrain]

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[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

hantengu (+plus all of his clones) reaction to their wife giving them their first ever kiss on the lips. This would probably take place like at the beginning of their marriage. Also if you don’t feel comfortable with making wife reader kiss Zohakuten on the lips, you could do like his nose or the area above his lips. Thank you! :))

𝓐 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴.

Hantengu x Fem!Reader Kissing HCs

Synopsis: The Upper Rank 4's now wife couldn't resist kissing her sweet husband just to see his reaction, or in her case, her sweet husbands.

Warnings: A bit of NSFW elements on Sekido's, Karaku's and Urogi's parts, otherwise it's just a whole lot of sweetness \(>v<)/

Divider credits:

Saradika's roses, golden railing and that weird green thing

Purples sparkles and paint roll splodge thing

Water like waves

Note: OMG THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!! I LOVE IT!!!! ALL OF YOU HAVE THE BEST IDEAS!! (I wrote this really quickly cuz the smut is taking WAY too long for even me so have at it in the meantime, anyways, enjoy the food ^3^) + please forgive me if this isn't too great, this is my first time doing HCs. I couldn't really picture a full on one-shot with this so I turned them to HCs, it's also a great way for me to try it out for the first time (° 3 °) + did not proofread (I never do)

The mere fact that the Upper Moon Four out of all the six (eight) upper moons actually got married, much less got into a relationship and somehow managed to keep it is a shock in itself for not only the other moons but for Muzan himself. If anything, he thought it'd all end in just a few days, but no, his fourth strongest demon is married now. Oh well, he could care less for any of his employees. As long as they did as they were told, they were free to do as they wish.

As for the newlyweds, they were perfect and happy. The wife's family was very happy for the pair, though, they had been under the impression that it was just one man and not a demon that could split into younger versions of himself. That would've been quite the scandal. Now, the day – or in this case, night – after the wedding, they are all simply relaxing in their shared home after having returned from a mission.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮

— The first thing this little demon does is rush to his wife, sobbing and bawling his eyes out about the fact that demon slayers tried to kill him, claiming that he "can do no wrong" or that he's being "wrongly accused of crimes". It's the same old thing and even then, she listens to every word he has to say as he shivers in her palm.

— Is quite surprised to say the least. He didn't expect the soft lips of his perfect wife to press against his small head but that doesn't mean it wasn't welcomed, if anything he cried more, though this time, not about the fact that he was hunted by demon slayers. Well, maybe that too, but that was only so his wife could pity him more and give him more kisses.

"T-They were all s-so awful! Their b-blades against my n-n-neck was so a-agonising!! It scared me!" He sobbed while hugging her thumb, wiping his tears and snot on the sleeve of his kimono as he continued his complaints. "Oh, my poor husband. Maybe some kisses will make you feel better." She said as she places a multitude of soft pecks on not only his head but also his small body. The small demon could not resist the feeling of his wife's lips against him and thus moved closer so more of his body could gain the sensation of her lips pressing against it.

— Is far too shy (scared) to ask for kisses. Instead, he uses his manipulation tactics to get her to pity him and so she could kiss him. A little bit of guilt here and there but it is all worth it for a few of his wife's kisses.

— Is the one who enjoys getting kissed by his wife the most after Aizetsu and surprisingly enough is very greedy for them to the point where he forgets being shy and simply begs for her to kiss him.

"P-Please kiss me again, d-dear! Just o-one more time!" He pleaded, almost on the verge of crying again at the thought of his wife's show of affection stopping. She chuckles softly at his desperacy for her kisses and is even a little bit surprised at how much he craves them. Usually he's busy cowering in a corner or something. "Of course, my love. I'll give you all the kisses you want." She cooed before her lips pressed themselves against his cheeks.

— Gets extremely flustered if it's on the lips. He'll begin to stutter and perhaps even forget how to speak as his face flushes a bright red despite his still heart not really giving a proper blood flow.

— Must always kiss him whenever he leaves for a mission or in general, or if you go to bed or anywhere else really and it must be on the lips, he will settle for nothing less. And I mean nothing less.

— Will kiss you softly in your sleep if he returns from a mission and you're already lights out before cuddling up beside you.

— Favourite places to kiss you are your lips, forehead and cheeks, how cute.

𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐨

— Sekido is probably at the patio rubbing his temples, trying to get a moment of silence and peace all to himself after having dealt with his annoying younger selves. Their tomfoolery and clown-like behaviour makes him want to absorb them so they shut up, especially Karaku who doesn't know when to keep his trap shut.

— The tension in his head is instantly relieved at the mere sound of his wife. He had heard her approaching from a few rooms away and is pleased with her presence before standing up to give her a firm hug and sighing heavily to begin his complaining about the other clones.

— Completely caught off guard and stunned to silence when he suddenly feels his wife's lips against his face, only blinking in pleasant surprise as his crimson eyes stare into hers. He never knew how much he liked her kisses until now.

"They are such a pain to manage and it makes want to rip them all to shreds so they could shut their traps for once!" He spat angrily while shaking his head in annoyance. The urge to punch something grew ever so stronger as he then got up to grab and throw something before he was interrupted by the feeling of soft lips on his jawline. "Don't break stuff, Sekido, those are expensive." Her soothing voice rang out in the large space, the soft sound waves of her voice reaching his hypersensitive pointed ears and instantly calming his extreme rage.

— Will immediately ask for more kisses and is not ashamed about it, though that won't encourage him to openly ask infront of the others, especially not Karaku.

— Surprisingly enough, he gets a bit hot and bothered at just your kisses alone and even moreso when on the lips. Poor clone is constantly stressed out that any outlet of relief already gets him so worked up. Doesn't mean it's unattractive, if you know what I mean 👀

"Again." He huffs softly, rough hands grabbing onto her waist and pulling her to his frame before his lips connect to hers. Immediately, his tongue fights its way through her mouth, intertwining with hers and venturing as deep as it could. His hands hold onto her waist firmly before one of his them slips just below her buttock and groped it firmly, the other slipping upwards and cupping her breast.

— He was beginning to enjoy himself before his advances were stopped by you with the excuse that the others would hear and would also want to join, much to his disappointment and irritation.

— Nevertheless, he's well-aware that you're right. While he doesn't mind sharing you with the others in the slightest, he'd like to have you alone for a little while due to how worked up he is.

— Will give you kisses should you go anywhere that's not near them and may even follow you just ensure your safety and expect the same when he's going on missions.

— Favourite places to kiss are neck, lips and jawline.

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮

— At this point, she's had the idea to go around and kiss the other clones to see how they'd react and she had a fair idea of what Karaku's reaction would be. Karaku, who was in the kitchen doing God knows what, was surprised when his wife suddenly approached him and kissed him on the lips.

— I mean, who said he's complaining? If anything, he can put aside time he had made to play fight with Urogi for a few kisses and perhaps more from his wife (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

"Am I that irresistible to you, sweet thing?" He purred teasingly, face leaning in far beyond her personal space (not that she minds). "Perhaps." She teased back before backing away her head. "Oh no, no, stay a little. I'd like to have some more little kisses from my little wife!" Karaku wasn't going to let her get away that easily, no way. The demon grabbed her hips and pulled her closer before kissing her neck and jawline, slowly trailing his lips upwards towards her lips.

— Instantly got handsy with you (no surprise there), hands busy down there groping your asscheeks as if they were some stress toys while he's busy making out with you. Almost seemed like he wanted to lift you up...

— His mouth was definitely everywhere, especially near your cleavage. The guy has a weird obsession with your boobs and not just in the horny way.

— Was definitely disappointed when you pulled away and said you still have the other clones to attend to but didn't fuss about it. He's just happy he got to get a few grabs on his wife here and there and managed to get a make out session with her, even if short.

"Alright, alright, fine. But were definitely continuing this when you're done." Karaku says before giving her rear a slap and disappearing into the living room as she stood there chuckling at his behaviour. She expected nothing less from the pleasure demon.

— Will often try to engage a make out session with you whether or not the others are present and not giving a rat's ass about what they may think, do, or say as long as he got to taste your lips.

— Favourite places to kiss are definitely cleavage/boobs and neck. He's that guy.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮

— Shocked but gladly welcomed it as his face gained a light red colour before he kissed back harder. Instantly went soft and (politely) asked for more kisses, also wanting to feel his head be held in her delicate hands.

— Immediately begins to complain about Sekido having yelled at him too much and that he was following orders. Out of each clone so far, Aizetsu appeared the most stressed and frustrated and the only way he could out that was through crying since he didn't really possess any other emotional receptors other than sorrow.

"He always yells so much, it hurts my ears and head... Even when I do what I'm told he still yells." The now crying demon sniffles softly into the crook of her neck. She pat his back softly as she listened to him vent while also scolding Sekido in her head at his brash behaviour. "Please kiss me, darling... Your love always makes me feel better." Even if he couldn't feel the emotion love itself, he loved it when his wife would express her love for him no matter what way that may be (pause).

— The longer this goes on, the sappier he gets as he constantly asks for words of affirmation and kisses while snuggling you more. While he prefers kisses on his forehead and cheek, he isn't too shy to kiss back on the lips and they're not just the soft once you see in those love story movies.

— The man (demon) can kiss just as well as the others, I mean for goodness' sake, they're the same person but at different ages of their shared life (even though that's barely noticeable). Aizetsu can start a whole make out session if he so wished with the way his tongue was dancing with yours right now, but all he wants right now is comfort from the frustration his second oldest counterpart had caused (Urami is the oldest, dumb dumb excluding Hantengu).

— Like Hantengu, he's a sucker for kisses. Please kiss this man anywhere (pause) because he loves it. He'll kiss you too in return, can't only take without giving something in return for his lovely wife, now can he?

— He comes to you when he's sadder than usual for kisses and snuggles so he can calm down or in case the others are too loud.

— Favourite places to kiss are corner of your lip, nose and temple

𝐔𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐢

— Oh boy, this one is already so hyperactive and it only gets worse when he gets attention from his wife, so imagine how giggly and jumpy he was when he suddenly felt her lips connect to his. He could almost ascend to the heavens even though that's not where he's ever going.

— Will demand for more because it makes him happy and according to him, he gets "a pleasant feeling" in his chest that he can't get enough of.

— Will instantly grab hold of her to deepen the kiss, so much so that he forgets she needs to breathe (oopsie). He does apologise for forgetting so there's a plus.

"You taste exquisite, songbird. I could kiss those lips forever and not get tired from it." Said the lively harpy clone before once again going in for a deep and passionate kiss while being mindful of his talons and wrapping his wings around her.

— Guaranteed privacy screen with his wings when your kissing him. It reminds him of how you belong to nobody else but him, that you love only him (and the clones) and have eyes for nobody else. It's also a way of asserting his dominance.

— Absolutely LOVES it when you put your hands on his chest, it fuels his already inflated ego since he's the clone who shows off the most ("How do you like my talons?" ahh). Not only does he like to gloat about his talons and their strength, but he also LOVES to show off his body to you and boast about how good he looks (for you).

— Can't have Urogi headcanons without mentioning his wings now, can I? Since – according to actual research – caressing a bird's wings can get them aroused/sexually frustrated (if you don't do anything else), Urogi loves it when you place small kisses on his wings. It makes him feel oh so good. Sometimes he forgets he can't just grab you randomly and make love to you right then and there. Oh well, a kiss will do for now.

"Kiss my wings, it feels good." Urogi commands rather bluntly as he flared his wings out for her, caressing her face gently to coax her into kissing them. She chuckled softly before doing what was requested from her. She was quite surprised to hear a soft, barely audible moan from Urogi before realising why he wanted her to kiss his wings. That gives her ideas for... future playtime.

— Gets embarrassed when you hear him moan and uses the excuse that you must've heard wrong or teases you about wanting him (I sure do 😝). He will never admit that his wings do more than just get him to moan.

— Favourite places to kiss are ears, collarbone, forehead and lips.

𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧

Now, hear me out. While I among many other people see Zohakuten as a child, I've got a more complicated view on it. I see Zohakuten as an adult child if that makes sense. I am comfortable with writing him being married to an adult woman because essentially, he is still an adult, like he has the mental age of an 87 year old man. I can write stuff like kissing and even minor spicy stuff for him but that extends only so far (i.e: him purposely shoving his face into Y/N's breasts like Karaku just to get attention or just very slight groping). I will not go any further than that point. No exceptions. He still physically appears as a child.

— Now, this is a little different. After everyone had calmed down and the wife was wandering elsewhere, they all had gotten the sudden strong urge to fuse. They all realised that Zohakuten wants to have a turn and who could blame him? They just got married and not to mention he rarely ever reveals himself.

— Imagine her surprise when she hears a deep voice – somewhere in the range of Sekido's voice – calling out to her "Woman." and turning around to see a the youngest clone standing there with his arms behind his back.

— Of course, like a good husband, he asked how she fared while he was out on a mission and the usual before respectfully asking for a kiss, however, there was a very faint hint of envy present. She knew he was a tad bit envious of his older counterparts being able to gain her affection at any time of the day or night while he couldn't so of course she couldn't resist him.

"I've missed you..." He mumbles softly before wrapping his arms around his precious wife, reveling the feeling of getting to hold her in his arms even if only for a moment. "I've missed you more, my darling." She coos in return before cupping his small face and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Zohakuten in turn intensified the kiss, his fangs grazing her lower lip as he did so and arms tightening around her waist.

— Believe it or not, this little fella is a certified gentleman. Ignoring what he said to the Love Hashira (💀), this boy is the most gentlemanly after Urami. He's the type to hold your hand like those princes with their princesses to assist you when walking down the stairs.

— I mean, everytime he reveals himself, he greets you with a small bow and a kiss to the back of your palm, idk what more you could want from this little cutie.

— Although, he can be quite vulgar, he tones it down a massive amount when he's around you and is less scornful thanks to the calming effect your presence has on him.

— Do not he surprised when he's simply staring at you with a harsh look as if you've just murdered his main body, that's just him suppressing the urge to kiss you.

"Uhm, d-dear?" The wife calls softly to Zohakuten who's been doing nothing but stare at her with the harshest glare she's ever seen him stare at her with. Zohakuten snaps out of his daze as his expression softens before he hums inquistively. "You've been staring at me like I've just sided with the demon slayers. Is everything, okay?" His eyes then widen slightly before he sighs and shakes his head. "Oh... no. I just simply wish to kiss you, that is all." Her cheeks gained a red tint after that surprisingly blunt and honest confession as she then smiles. "Oh, well... Who am I to say no?"

— Is very honest about what he wants if he's caught. Unlike the other clones – excluding Urami – and the main body, who try to hide what they want, Zohakuten is not shy to admit that he wants your lips against his and he will say that with the straightest face.

— Loves it when you kiss his forehead, it makes him feel all soft inside and he doesn't know why or how.

— Favourite places to kiss are hands, temple and lips.

𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢

— His presence alone surprised her even more than Zohakuten, especially when he walked out of the room that Hantengu was in. Urami reveals himself every once in a blue moon due to the fact that he simply wishes not to deal with his younger selves' bickering and monkey business. However, seeing as all the others gained a bit of affection from their wife and that they're newlyweds, he too wished to spend some time with his wife.

— Much like Zohakuten, he's very gentlemanly when it comes to asking for affection from his wife. He respectfully asked if he could hold her and lift her up to his level so he could kiss her properly.

— Hear me out. The best kisser after Karaku. I don't know, he just looks like he has so much experience with women (which he kinda does 😒), like look how massive he is 😳.

She was surprised when a rather large hand gently grabbed her waist to turn her around. "Oh! Hello you!" She greeted happily as she looked up at her massive husband before hugging his legs. He was surprised but allowed it and even picked her up into his arms before kissing her temple. "Yes. I figured why not also be present when the others are gaining your addicting love?" Quite a flirt.

— Urami is surprisingly chill when it comes to kissing yet also really passionate. Like think of just wanting a quick kiss from big ass hubby over there and he picks you up only to give the most leg-shaking casual kiss ever 😫.

— He's quite a flirt. You could almost say he's near Karaku's level just minus to pervert stares, touches and so on. Like, he's the type of "Formal old man dilf" type of flirt and knows how to use his words, he just doesn't do it often due to how rarely he's present and even if he is, he's just mostly quiet (most sane clone).

— Should he ever engage in flirting with you, be prepared to have a face painted red and him drinking blood as if it were tea as he sits there with his most neutral expression.

— I swear, his kisses make you think you're a virgin again with how well he does it. Like, he even uses his fangs to graze your lips and even your tongue softly while also (respectfully) touching you to the point where your legs aren't even jelly, they're straight up water (😏).

Urami felt the familiar grip of his wife's hands on his kimono and knew that he was once again doing a flawless job at making her melt like ice in his arms and he couldn't be more satisfied at that fact as his fangs gently graze her tongue that was being twirled with his as if it were a sort of waltz. "You're doing it again." The tall clone teased before resuming their kiss.

— Holds your face or hands when he's kissing you cuz he's just that guy.

— Favourite places to kiss are hands, neck and forehead.

[wehaveimagineshere]

Hello there, Ren! I absolutely fell in love with your Carlos fic, so I'm here to ask for another one! The prompt I was thinking of is Carlos' s/o (gn preferably) comforting him through PTSD symptoms like a recurring nightmare or a flashback (cuz his backstory is insanely traumatic + the whole RC incident is bound to mess someone up). He's such a sweet guy who deserves more love, and I love the way you write him. I'll definitely be back for more from time to time. You both have a nice day!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much! <3 Carlos deserves so much love and I got so excited seeing another request for him! Yes, please, come back as often as those ideas hit! I can't wait to see you again (:

I hope you have a good day too! And a good week, cause you definitely made mine!

~*~*~

People never quite understand how suddenly things can change.

Movies have a build up, an obvious path from "here" to "there." The little easter eggs, the little foreshadowing, the description on the back of the case. But real life is never so simple.

A five year old could never understand why his mother pulls him from his bed in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face. Her hushed but frantic whispering that everything would be alright as the door smashes open and hands drag both of them out into the living room.

The men, unfamiliar and smelling of sweat and blood, are just hazy silhouettes in his memories now, in his dreams. Silver moonlight glinting off their guns, mechanisms he'd glimpsed once in his older brother's hands but not knowing the name for at the time, pierce through the dark as more figures drag out the rest of his family.

As they drag out his older brother, who won't go down without a fight.

His dreams can never decide exactly how long that fight lasts. Seconds or minutes, all he knows is the blur of fists, the laughing and tauntings of the strange men, the screaming and pleading of his mother, and that one gunshot.

The gunshot that silences his mother as she wraps her body around his, as if she can hide him from the present, from the pain and confusion it'll bring. She can't cover his ears, though, as the wet thud of his lifeless brother hits the floor.

As the man with the gun aims it at his mother, quiet, dark words spitting from his mouth before he leaves, taking his gang with him.

His mother rocks, his small frame rocking with her, as she sobs into his torn and dirty shirt. As she mutters that signature "It's okay, we'll be okay," her fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to soothe.

A five year old child cannot comprehend death, killing, so he doesn't know to not look. To not peek through the curtain of his mother's hair to the heap on the floor. He doesn't understand why his brother doesn't move, why he--

But he does. It starts with a twitch of the fingers, then a spasm in the arms. Bracing his arms underneath him, his brother jerkily lifts himself up, saliva and blood dripping from his lips. And when he looks up...

It's the eyes of the dead. Milky white, skin ashen and sickly. He knows, then. Some deep, primal part of him knows that he's staring at his reaper, that his mother has no idea their deaths will come in the form of her own son, brought back by the devil himself.

His brother lunges, and he can do nothing as his mother screams, ripped away from him as blood spurts and bodies writhe as she tries to get away, as his brother clamps on with inhuman strength, teeth deep in her throat--

Carlos jerks away, air sawing into his lungs as his eyes dart about. Muscles tight, unsure if he should move or stay, he swings his head--

"Hey," comes a soft whisper. "You're alright, Carlos. You're okay."

"It'll be alright, little Carlos, we'll be okay."

Moving to stand but finding them bound, his shaking hands start yanking at the bindings.

"Carlos. Sweetie. You're in bed. You got tangled up in the blankets. You're okay. You're safe."

"Sweet little Carlos, mommy will protect you, it'll be okay."

The ripping of fabric finally makes him pause, heart slamming against his ribcage.

"Carlos. It was a dream. Just a dream. We're in bed, the doors are locked, it's just you and me."

Curling in on himself, he tries to focus on his breathing, to try not to hyperventilate.

You help walk him through it.

"Deep inhale through your nose, honey. Count to five. One. Two. Three. Four. Release. There you go. One more time. One. Two."

He follows your instructions the best he's able, clinging to the soothing sound of your voice, clinging to each count and exhale, and slowly, oh so slowly, the death grip on the ripped comforter relaxes.

"There you go. I have some water. Do you want some?"

It takes him a few seconds to nod.

"Alright. It's a glass. It's a little cool to the touch."

Shifting so he's facing you, the glass in your hand outstretched, he takes it and swallows deeply, not realizing how hot he is until the cold water slides down his chest, shocking his senses.

He puts the cool glass up against his sweat slicked forehead.

"It should be about three in the morning right now," you continue, feet tucked underneath you. "I turned on the light in the hallway and drew the right side of our curtains. I also got some towels."

Setting down the glass on his bedside table, he turns back to a hand towel laid neatly in front of your knees. Absently he reaches for it, dragging it across his brow.

"I can wet one or two if you need. Just let me know."

Exhaling, he finally attempts his voice. "I'm alright."

Deep, gravelly, haunted. He barely even recognizes it.

"I know, it's okay."

Lowering the towel, he holds out a hand, one you gingerly take. Tugging you close, he rests his forehead against the crook of your neck and inhales, the familiar, soothing scent of you wrapping around his heart.

"May I run my fingers through your hair?"

He nods. "I'm alright," he says again against your skin, the words a little more stable.

"Okay." You start at the base of his neck and run up, catching the small knots in his hair and gently working them out, nails softly scratching his scalp.

He practically melts, an arm snaking around your waist to draw you onto his lap. Wrapping your free hand around him, you rest your head against his as you keep threading your fingers through his hair, not caring how drenched in sweat he is.

Sweat can be washed off.

"When I say I'm the reason you never get any sleep," you hear him say, "I don't mean like this."

You huff a chuckle. "Nobody needs to know that. It'll remain our little secret."

There's an uncertain pause. "Thank you."

"Carlos. I told you I'd always be here for you, and I meant it." You kiss his temple. "I always mean it."

"I know. I just..." He squeezes you tight for just a moment.

You squeeze back. "We've all got our monsters under the bed. Some are just bigger than others. And thankfully, we share a bed now."

His lips brush your shoulder as he smiles. Lifting his head to place a kiss on your forehead, he moves down to your cheek, then captures your mouth.

It's soft and sweet, the kiss, the thank you that Carlos could never fully put into words. He pulls away for just a moment, to look into the eyes that have saved him time and time again, before drawing you in once more.

You place a hand against his cheek as he pulls away again, a palm he nuzzles into. The smile that blooms across your lips squeezes his heart, once again reminded of how lucky he is to hold you, kiss you, call you his.

"Think you'll be able to sleep?" you ask, the movement of your lips distracting.

"Not for a while," he replies.

"Well, we have more of that show we were watching."

He dips to your lips again and murmurs against them, "We're already in bed."

Your mouth quirk and you pull back to give him a look. "At the very least, you need to wipe all this sweat off."

The sly smirk that finds its way onto his lips feels right, a little more himself. "Just so you can get me all sweaty again?"

"So I know you're sweaty because of me," you respond without a beat, a playful grin brightening your face as you reach for a towel and smoosh his face in it.

"A cruel Majesty you are," comes the faux hurt muffled reply.

You kiss what you can only guess is his nose through the towel. "You love me though."

"I do."

Releasing the towel, your smile softens as you see the look on his face. The openness only you're allowed to witness. "Love you too, big guy."

[mallowdarling]

I miss my boys so I will rant about them cuz they're so fangtastic. . .

Lucifer is just a sad man, he wants kisses and hugs but don't know how to ask and that's okay I give it to him and also a pet on his head cuz I know it's hurting like hell. Can I tuck him in bed? I hope so, I hope he doesn't escape :((

Mammon is my everything, my beginning and my end, he's so girly pop and also so :3 yknow? He just hides it cuz he's silly but he's very >w< to me. I hope he gets paid today like 100000000000 grims and I hope somebody validates him

Levi is pathetic and cute and soggy wet cat and that's self explanatory. I think somebody should shrink him so I could carry him in my pockets or ontop of my head. Like ratatouille! But snake version!!! I think he should do the sssssss thing tbh. Like imagine imagine.. he's nervous and then he keeps accidentally prolonging his S sounds waaaaah (^o^)/

Satan is so funny haha he's all angry and he kills people I think but he's so funky talking about cats like that's the only thing keeping him from going completely delulu on his blonde head and it's also very distinctive the way he will put a whoopee cushion on the chair for you to sit and laugh his ass off. He's the number one Tom & Jerry fan me thinks

Asmo is the girliest of the girly pop but like in a maniacal way. He's actually insane and very murderous, he is a psycho but the "pretty litte" kind of way, yknow the song. He's so pretty and smart and beautiful and divine. He's very monster high, you see it don't you? But still he just needs a kiss and true love just like a princess, oh honey <3

Beel is live laugh and love. I am not great at cooking but I could make him a ramen you get what I mean cuz he deserves it. But also more than hungry he's so very sweet, he's a family guy! He's so cute that I would let him hug me even after his fangol matches when he's all sweaty and dirty, idc. He makes fly noises when his wings are out too, I know that cuz I was there when it happened, and I think that's great, super kudos for him for that. I hope he also makes the hand rubs flies do

Belphie is a BRAT! Gotta love him. He's also a psycho and an actual killer but like he said he was sorry :( I still hold that against him but I will throw that in his face and humiliate him while I hand him cookies and a glass of milk. I hope he falls face first on the floor but then stay there and have a comfortable nap. His voice is so cute the cutest I want to strangle him with my bare hands. I hate him, I want him to be happy!!! I want him so so happy just so I can ruin his happiness and leave him miserable and then restore his spirit by shaking him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then slap his face as hard as I can. I hope he falls off a plane with a parachute in hands of course but like I want him to feel the fear

[wizardfrog69]

Hello! I really liked your giving/leaving hickeys headcannon! What about collecting/keeping s/o's underwear/stockings/gloves for mtp boys? Thank you and please take care of yourself! Have a wonderful day! <3

Thank you for the request! Have a wonderful day too! :) <3

'•.¸♡ keepsake ���¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader

Mostly fluffy but there are mentions of nsfw!!! So be cautious

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Charles.

William James Moriarty:

Ok so like he keeps or collects any peice of clothing which you leave either on accident or you don't notice it has gone missing.

Mostly your stockings go missing usually never to be seen again.

What does he do with them? You may be asking, well no one knows the answer to that and no one ever will.

He keeps them when he feels lonely and wants something which reminds him of you and also like he finds it almost humours that you're going home without any stockings on.

Also he's a theif at heart, stealing not only the lives of many and your clothes but also your love.

Louis James Moriarty:

His s/o probably left their gloves or something at his place and he say it one day and kept them to be more close to them yk.

Idk why that's the only thing I said in 3rd person but oh well.

Like he doesn't know if he should give them back or like tell you, but if you say that you can't find those gloves or something similar then he would awkwardly say he found them and he ment to give them back but it completely slipped his mind.

But yeah like he wouldn't do it on purpose just on accident kinda.

Albert James Moriarty:

This little rascal would probably take your underwear and tease you about it.

For example, the two of you were having a quicky somewhere outside of the house and when you were getting dressed he would steal your underwear either to tease you or as 'punishment' for something you did earlier.

He would later either forget about it or would keep it for good measure.

If you tried to take it back then there would be more ✨️teasing✨️.

I'm using that word too much.

Sherlock Holmes:

Maybe he keeps a pair of their s/o's underwear just to tease them but other than that I don't really see him keep anything of their's really yk.

Or like you left something in his apartment so to speak, and it stayed there forever ot until he moves out which is unlikely tbh.

John H. Watson:

He's not the type to collect or keep anything of his s/o's, if they leave something then he will tell them and give it to them.

Therefore I'm gonna say random stuff to fool you into thinking I actually put some thought behind this >:)

I'm listening to the phantom of opera rn cuz it's an amazing film, my favourite ones are the 2004 and 1989 I think Christine was great in that movie, I think Christine is great in both the movies tbh.

I also watched the 1925 one, it was a silent film which I definitely finished, but they did Erik so dirty in that one, like he had no mask, and in the 1989 version Erik literally killed someone with his face 💀 I wish I was joking I love that movie so much. But if you want to listen to some great music then I recommend the 2004 one but if you rather see rats and a random rat man then the 1989 one, it's amazing.

Enough about my rant, enjoy the rest of the fic! :)

Charles Augustus Milverton:

He collects your whole wardrobe in a weird pervert way

Like everytime he's over he steals an item of clothing from you, but only one so you don't notice (unless it's like a pair the he steals the pair but that's beside the point)

He has a special drawer for all your things.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry I got lazy again, pls ignore the John part but honestly I could write so much about the phantom of the opera like that shit is a fucking master piece and wanna get the book.

[mcyt-peach]

Hi so me again

I read this really cute Drabble of what candy mcyt like….but I don’t like candy in general and I am allergic to chocolate so (if that’s not a problem) could you write something for dream, sapnap, Karl or Wilbur where they react to reader that doesn’t eat/is allergic to chocolate?

Cuz sometimes people are really harsh with words and the things like “so you are on a diet?” Can really hurt

Also I feel like you match the energy of our boys so I am asking here a lot 😅

If possible 🎧anon (I already asked to be this anon in previous request :3

mcyt with an s/o who doesn't eat chocolate

⋆｡˚ summary: when your loving boyfriend offers you the one food you don't eat, chocolate, you have to find a way to let him know

⋆｡˚ including: cc!dream, cc!sapnap, cc!karl and cc!wilbur

⋆｡˚ warnings: mentions of allergies (no reaction), swearing, reader uses they/them pronouns

⋆｡˚ note: welcome back lovely 🎧anon <3 I tried to have a mix of the reader being allergic or just not eating chocolate to be more inclusive but I hope this is good and I'm sorry people say mean things about your allergy :(

Sapnap

Sapnap’s tendency to snack on whatever’s laying around was never a problem

that is, unless he brings home chocolate or Dream decided to bake something out of boredom

when you walk into the kitchen, he’s absentmindedly scrolling on his phone, snacking on some cookies still warm from the oven

he lights up when he sees you, opening his arms so you can settle into his arms as he leans against the counter

“Want a cookie? Dream’s mom sent over her recipe. They’re pretty good.”

you turn your head to inspect the baked good, spotting chocolate chips peeking out of the top

“Mmm, they’re chocolate chip. No dice.” you lift your head up from his chest, only to see him grinning down at you

“I’m pretty sure I can give you something sweeter...” he leans down to catch your lips in his but you’re forced to push his face away

“Sap, I’m allergic. You could literally kill me with your kisses.”

he pouts a bit as you emphasize the words by squishing his face between your palms

“What if I brushed my teeth?” you have to shake your head, knowing the allergens can stay on him for hours

he huffs before burying his head against your shoulder, before making exaggerated kissing noises and letting the kitchen devolve into stifled laughs

Dream

Dream absolutely loves his family and because he absolutely loves you, that means you spend a lot of time with them

any celebration or holiday meant it was time to spend the day at his parents’ house, sometimes even staying the night and waking up to some homemade delicacy

Dream’s mother was an amazing cook and she was an even better baker

she constantly made an event out of her baking escapades

she would crowd the kitchen with Dream, Drista and yourself, though there were still times when she shooed the three of you out and took over the room to herself

today she produced a large chocolate cake, all from scratch, and while you’d heard Dream and his sister rave about it, you only sat watching them eat

“You don’t want any? Is my culinary opinion not enough to entice you.”

he waggled his eyebrows at you and he’d look pretty handsome if he didn’t have brown crumbs covering the corners of his mouth

“No, remember that story I told you? I had a chocolate cake as a kid when I had a stomach bug and I threw up. I thought it was the cake, but ever since, no chocolate for me.”

Dream gives you a solemn nod, closing his eyes and wiping down his face before calling out for his mother

“MOOOOM, LET’S MAKE ANOTHER CAKE!”

Karl

every so often, when the morning starts off with rain before you can even wake up, Karl calls for a lazy day

whether that means staying in bed until noon or building a pillow fort in the living room, it’s safe to say no one’s leaving the house

when he’s all snuggled up with you, he gets in a very snacky mood

Karl is a firm believer in treating yourself, so when he tells you he’s gonna go get a sweet snack, you don’t think anything of it

but when he comes back with two cups of steaming hot chocolate, you visibly stiffen

because Karl is the wonderful person he is, he catches on to your discomfort easily

“Did I do something wrong? I just thought you’d like some too...”

he deflates in front of you, worrying that he made you uncomfortable in some way

“No, no, Karl, it’s ok. I’m just allergic. Sorry, I should’ve told you.”

you stare awkwardly at your hands in your lap, fearing he’d make some comment

when you do look up, he’s darting off the kitchen, only to slide back into the living room with a bag of your favorite snack

“Well then, I’ll trade you for your cup of cocoa for this big bag of delicious snackies.”

his teasing smile eases the tense atmosphere and you lean back into his shoulder, mumbling out a small “Deal.”

Wilbur

living with Wilbur means half of your free time is spent wandering the city and cafe-hopping

more often than not, your coffee shop visits are spontaneous, but sometimes Wilbur will find some aesthetic post and turn to you with puppy eyes until you agree to go with him

this time, it was some new pop-up shop not far from your apartment, so you threw on a jacket and started on your journey downtown

when the two of you finally arrived at the store, you were in awe of just how big the menu was

coffees, teas, pastries, you name it, they’ve got it

before you can excitedly point out the items that caught your eye, Wilbur’s already at the counter

he orders two drinks and then tacks on a pair of chocolate croissants that the cafe was known for

the cashier begins to plug in the order and while part of you doesn’t want to make a scene, you decide to speak up

“Could I actually have a plain croissant?”

with a nod the cashier changes the order and moves to grab the drinks and pastries from the display

“You don’t want the chocolate one? You said it looked good when I showed you that post. That’s the whole reason we came here.” Will swipes his card with his brows slightly pinched together

“I didn’t drag you along, did I? You don’t have to come just because I wanted too.”

you smile at his question, ever the thoughtful one, before you reach up and ruffle his hair

“I’m just not a big fan of chocolate. Don’t worry, I wanted to come with you.”

he lets out a little “Oooh, ok.” and takes the drinks from the counter, pausing as he goes to grab the pastry bag

“Wait, is this because I said I want to fuck the brown m&m?”

[bowandcurtsey]

Hello (*´∇`)ﾉ soo umm can I pls request the captains with a tall busty thick s/o if you don't mind 🤡👉👈

(This is the first time I send a request cuz I'm too scared to ask )

Please don’t be scared to send in request Anony!! We are all friendly writers here in tumblr and I’m sorry I took so long to get to your request! Also, I only do a request for a maximum of 4 characters at one go, so since you didn’t specify which captain I’ll just pick 4 which I feel are suitable for this request, hope that’s okay :3

There’s a kinda similar one I did with Yami previously, you can find it here! 

Also, i'm not sure how tall do you mean by tall so... I went to search and the average height of a woman is 5 '4 or 162cm. I would say a tall girl would be 170 and above?

Warnings: slight nsfw, possible body insecurity triggers

Note from Aine: to anyone that is unhappy / insecure about how your body is.. I just have to say: a healthy body is beautiful body. I love each and every one of you, regardless of how you look.

I dealt with this when I was younger and I wish nobody had to go through whatever I went through. If you need someone to talk do, I'm always here. Remember, what's important is who's on the inside, not how you look on the outside ❤❤❤

Jack | Nozel | Rill | William x f! reader

Jack the Ripper

This man is tall as hell too so he would definitely be showing you off like hell and teasing every single person that was shorter than you two.

"Eh?? Who's talking we can't really see"

"Hey babe, the air's really fresh up here, too bad they'll never understand"

He's got his hands on you, all the time. He loves feeling your thick body and boobs.

Extreme teaser and slaps your ass whenever he has the chance.

Always cuddles and lays on your boobs. When he sleeps, he holds your boobs to sleep.

Possessive as hell so if any man is staring at you, this man would pick a fight.

If you ever felt insecure about your body, he'll kill any of those negativity. "I love my boobs. Don't you dare make them any different. I'll slash anyone that says anything bad about your body"

Nozel silva

He would never admit it but he finds you sexy as hell. He's a sucker for your long legs.

Similar to Jack, this man is low key possessive and would glare a hole through someone if they were checking your body out.

He basically worships your body in bed every time. He takes his time to touch every part of your body, especially your boobs.

He hates it when you wear tight fitting clothes because it turns him on. He won't allow you to wear something that shows too much cleavage and would always use being a royal as an excuse. "This is unbefitting of a royal, dressing so skimpily" But the truth is, he doesn't want anyone to see what is his.

He would still be proud of you when you wore heels and was slightly taller than him, and he would have his arms gently around your waist.

Rill Boismortier

He shows off openly and dramatically. "She's my girlfriend, beautiful isn't she? She looks like a goddess."

Wants to paint you all the time. "Baby, you look so cute in this outfit, let me paint you~"

Not shy at the fact that you're taller than him and would use his magic to be taller than you so you could lean on his shoulder or so he could kiss you easily.

Loves lying on you, "You're my personal pillow baby~" and loves it when you spoon him.

Not the jealous type, but when he seeing someone staring at you, he'll place a kiss to the hand he's holding, or the hand on your waist will snake down to your ass and give it a little squeeze in front of the onlooker.

William Vangeance

This soft and gentle man simply loves you for being you. He doesn't really mind how you look or how you dress.

When people start ogling at you, he'll still smile and whisper to you, "Look at all those men looking at you wishing you were theirs, I'm such a lucky man to have you"

Has no qualms about you being taller than him when you wear heels and similar to Rill, he'll use his magic to his advantage in times of need.

If you ever felt insecure about your body, he'll shoot down that thought in an instant.

"What matters is the heart my darling, your size doesn't really matter. I love you whatever you look like. You thought me that I could live without my mask, so I'm here to remind you that how you look is not important as long as you're healthy."

Makes you a flower crown from his magic and puts it on your head whenever you feel down.

-end-

[atherix0]

hello again, i come back here bc for some reason it's less scary than commenting on ao3 LMAO NEW SCAR LORE DROPPED WHO ELSE CHEERED!! of course he's an elf, it makes so much sense now ahhh. but also he's half human........ i feel so bad for him, he knew this whole time that his own magic limitations will kill him eventually :( and that's why he doesn't want people to get close to him because he doesn't want them to hurt when he's gone, i'm not crying at all . he's such a good character oh my goddd i seriously love him so bad. also grian not sleeping for three days straight and looking at his glyph the whole time:( he cares abt scar so much man. that scene where he's talking to grian at the end made me emotional, he's never really had someone care about him him this much until grian appeared in his life :( sorry this is just a scar love letter tbh lmaoo, i would take a bullet (or in this case a dagger) for him the way you write all the fantasy lore and the little details makes me insane btw, all the stuff about how magic works and how different magical creatures act is so interesting to read :D AND YAYYY MUMBO AND GRIAN KISSED!! (while scar was literally dying) gay people win hehe. they are so soft with each other... mumbo casually calling grian "love" is so cute oml i care about them a lot<33 mumbo being like "yeah i don't care about scar at all" and then doing his best to save scar's life after he almost got killed, he's actually a softie on the inside . and scar and mumbo decided to start over, gay people win again!! it made me sad when mumbo said they hate each other and scar got all quiet and told him he doesn't hate him, mumbo doesn't know that scar loves him ahhh. i hope they get some boy best friend bonding time soon, they deserve it hehe also seeing that you updated the series made me so happy, i'm infected with the brainrot now i have to think about them All the time. as always i'm looking forward to next updates and i hope you're doing well and not overworking yourself too much!! <3

Ha, I can understand that, commenting on AO3 makes me so anxious like jkgfdjk

NEW SCAR LORE NEW SCAR LORE let me tell you every time I write Scar Lore(TM) I get so happy because I love writing about him <3 He's my boyy <3 Haha I tried so hard to drop hints that he isn't just human without outright saying "yeah mans ain't human" and the closest I came to that was Grian actually asking Mumbo "Is Scar human?" cuz Grian is very perceptive (*cough cough*) and something didn't add up for him lol- And yep, he knew this whole time poor boyo... Hahaha now I wonder where he got the idea that it's better to have never loved at all than to love and lose... >:) Grian has lost so much he can't take losing someone else and he's gonna feel guilt about this for the rest of his life </3 hahaa Scar may have had some people in the past he could talk to... buuut teenagers are not the best about things like this, and their coping mechanisms mayy have had a rather negative effect on Scar, in the long run... hehe but that's a story for the future~ AND SAME I would die for this man (which is how you know I am absolutely giving him a happy ending, also because I hate bad endings)

Hhh thank you~ I'm one of those "if they're all the same then what's the point" writers so it's important to me that they all act differently <3 I mean come on what's the fun of writing about an Avian, a half-Elf and a Vampire if I can't even be like "cultural differences my beloved <3" and also throwing (future) boyfriends into the deep end of Elven culture lmao let me tell you how soft I am about the first time Scar lets Grian play with/brush his hair-

I am so feral when people call their S/O "love," it's one of the endearments my ex gf used (and we're still on great terms so the endearment isn't ruined for me and it still makes me so soft haa <3) and I definitely knew I wanted Mumbo to use it hjfgdskjfdsj <3 ALSO yes first kiss on the low after a stress-filled adrenaline-rushed terrifying moment, always the best <3 haha

Mumbo's the Vampire who mourned a bird he hadn't even known existed three seconds ago, there is no way that man wouldn't have done whatever he could to save Scar <3 B/c he might not like Scar at this point but Scar certainly hasn't done anything worth dying over so- AND YEAH STARTING OVER it's literally the only way these two can go forward cuz their relationship is already negative ten steps back, Scar why <3 Oh and yes I cackled deviously as I wrote that Mumbo: I know we hate each other but Scar, who literally has a massive crush on Mumbo, big enough that Grian picked up on it just from brief mentions of Mumbo: Excuse me what But also Grian's feeling guilty about it u_u Like "oh I'm a terrible friend" hjfdskjfds but as we find out eventually Scar is not only oblivious but he doesn't have a jealous bone in his body... Meanwhile Grian and Mumbo are both very jealous people hjfgdsjk which will be fun in the future when Scar has absolutely zero awareness about people flirting with him, I freaking love this oblivious half-Elf man- Since deciding to post the story this way, rather than all at once (which, with how vastly different in tone/conflict some of these sections are, is I think a good thing-) I have been writing so many bonding scenes for them because I need them in my life <3 It takes a bit for them to actually get past the old habits but they're gonna try dangit <3

No worries! I'm not overworking myself, writing is a passion of mine and writing is one of my favorite things to do during my breaks/before and after work, so <3 Only thing I have to watch out for is my eyes hjfdsjk <3 Thank you so much, I'm really happy you're enjoying this story! They live in my head rent free <3 I'm having so much fun writing it, and I love to hear any brainrot or theories/predictions or anything you want to share <3 I'll try to resist giving out too many spoilers~

[jdmainman123]

#Report remember the statement don't take my kindness for weakness? You guys remember oil versus turd Boston called? Before I found out they were afraid of Phoenix Arizona taking over the Sun State no s o n

Don't take my sickness for weakness? What you guys did here was try and cover up a report that was written in English and tried to cover up by writing it back in english? With here's what you did you've changed the gender of the statements we called and also the color of the genders in the statement you called? That's why we're afforded to call it a dead white daughter cuz we don't think and I think today the statement is true you guys had to find a genuine word what to call a woman with a vagina that spits out a girl with a vagina? Dead white daughter for these cities only Los Angeles 3/4 Florida 3/4 and Chicago 3/4 just so you don't think I'm singling you guys out because of the misstatement? Made what he did here was very bad made English his primary weapon and trapping people inside their apartments and houses and it allowed him allowance to trap them outside

So if you people really want to rewrite this report do it in Spanish do it in French

But I'm not taking me being made extra sick but it's antecedent itch? Of me wiping my ass in my stomach season because my rib is throbbing and I have to sit there with a sharp pain that it's it's compared to my broken shoulder so my broken arm is how bad the sharp pain is

And for you guys that they have made me sicker just for white hair white skin boy Gold son to come out and give me a piece of his f****** mind? That's all it is you guys are still protecting gold Sun wanting to kill black hair white skin jason? And I'll allow that but we can't help but notice? The age of these f****** men

And again for all that it's worth I believe your cities fell short and not being able to make black hair white skin girls available for my lawyer? And dealing with this dead white trash daughter? And yes I understand she loves a black skin boy? But to have ridden the city of the best black hair white skin girl that's always caught my back I'm headed back to Los Angeles to find my antecedent bird and be around all those 40-year-old men with brand new f****** girls we need to figure out a way to stop this man for making girls but

Don't take my kindness for weakness and I had to restate it don't take my sickness for weakness? After all your agenda isn't after KK in Los Vegas let me rock with you? You guys just have made me sicker to put shorter men around me and sort of Boss me around? AN ATTEMPTS OF CHICAGO 3/4 IS WHERE IT WAS CALLED DEAD DAUGHTER CARRYING A STATEMENT AROUND AND I KNOW HOW YOU GUYS WANT TO SAVE HER I F***** THE GAME UP FOR HER WHAT YOU GUYS DID WAS TAKE THE ACTIONS OUT OF WHAT WE DO DOWNTOWN AND STARTED USING STATEMENTS THAT SHE MADE IN SUNRISE THAT WORKED in in hiding that's right she would have made these statements and it would have triggered incidences that made men jealous of other men is what seems to have happened and it didn't work because you guys are still trying to play musical chairs with words and again if you guys are not about that life and rewriting the statement in Spanish I can no longer sit through another invasion of that dead f****** daughter Spanish family invaded in another English neighborhood and then the covid comes down gold Suns all heartbroken and his sister's all heartbroken because they killed her brother it's a f****** boring ass dead family and for you guys to still be doing this anti-seated integration only could be done in English by the Smith statement this girl from 3/4 who've never reached 5 foot has carried around with her? It must be the girl you guys are saying I know exactly what she said

So do I but it wasn't what I cared about because I only care what the 5-ft girl says? Just to be clear of 3 ft 4 ft girl cannot be a mother and for you guys to have taken my statement from Los Angeles and said oh she doesn't know she's a mother we're calling that off and also my son at least my son got off for calling that off too? They are wrong statements they are wrong words

And again we can't help but notice that any act joke this black skin family 3/4 only entertains and teaching the little black boys and girls only English won't allow them to learn Spanish won't allow them to learn French and it's a disgusting language it's a disgusting people and we will not help refuse to acknowledge it's a torturous language and it's how you manage to trap all these blacks here in one city you couldn't do it with Spanish only you couldn't do it with French only it's this baby killer f*** face sexy and cute sound of only girls language that allowed you to imprison every black skin boy and girl outside and inside and you didn't let them learn Spanish you didn't let them learn French because it is f****** stupid sounding piece of s*** dead white trash daughter language

So don't take my sickness for weakness at the end of this when I showed up in Los Angeles and asked how did you guys all know who killed you before I got here was a statement I made? But then to come to find out that satellite make a new exactly where these cities were to send his entire family of many here just to redeem himself to get back into that city? YOU GUYS ARE TOO OLD THAT'S WHAT I'M TELLING YOU all your idea is having sex with a girl 30 days g******* after g******* getting her pregnant and never sucking her p****

And you don't do that to her and you don't do that to him?

[haikyuu-attic]

omg can I have a kuroo angst where kuroo is still "in love" with his ex and he misses his and readers anniversary, cuz he was with his ex. and reader like storms out but gets in an accident and either dies or gets amnesia and she doesn't remember him (AND HE MAKES HER FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM AGAIN LOLOL) thanks a bunch :3

Kuroo Tetsurou

“I am so, so sorry.”

“This is the last time, I promise.”

“What are you talking about? I’m with you, aren’t I? They don’t mean anything to me anymore. Don’t be silly.”

Then why did his voice always break? Why couldn’t he look you in the eyes when his ex was brought up? Why did he always seem so… Falsely sincere when he said the words?

The idea that you were simply his rebound had entered your mind more times than you would care to admit, and every time the thought crossed your mind you felt a little more sick to your stomach.

You knew. There was always a part of you that knew. How could you not? You loved him. Kuroo wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t thoughtless, he wasn’t mean, he wasn’t oblivious- But he was still just a young man with hormones running through his veins.

The fact that he and his ex had broken up on good terms hurt you even more. It meant that they didn’t hate each other, that they still liked each other, that there was still a chance for them.

It was obvious that Kuroo did care about you: When you were sick he was by your side constantly, taking care of you and making you laugh. When you were sad he was there, making jokes to cheer you up and watching your favorite shows or movies to make you happy again. Those moment made it even worse, because during those times you fell more in love with him, more blind to the fact that he loved someone else. Those were the times you didn’t feel empty, so when the emptiness did come, it was even more noticeable.

How cruel of you.

You sat at the table, trying your hardest not to look heartbroken. You scrolled through various social media apps, played various games, and watched as the time passed minute by minutes.

He didn’t show up.

You couldn’t believe it. He stood you up? On your anniversary? This was a new low. He’d missed dates before, but had always managed to show up to important events. And this, this was pretty damn important if you were being honest.

It was a celebration of being together, of loving each other, of being partner. And he didn’t show up to honor the commitment you two had placed down when the confession was accepted.

How cruel of you.

Having eaten nothing you stood and left. You didn’t feel hungry, anyways. What was the point of celebrating if it was just you?

You didn’t text him. You didn’t call him. You just went to your home and sat down on the couch, numbing your mind with the internet and useless TV shows. The rooms were dark around you, helping you to feel isolated.

How many times had you talked to him about his ex? How many times had you told him that it made you insecure and uncomfortable with him to be spending a good portion of his time with them? Too many?

And, how many times had he brought them up in conversation, a glossy look in his eyes as he spoke their name? Too many.

How cruel of you.

You wondered if he would remember. If he would go to the location you’d both agreed on, only to see you not there. You wondered if he would show up at your door, asking for your forgiveness and giving an empty promise with a hopeful smile on his face.

You stayed up into the early hours of the morning. He didn’t show up. He didn’t even text or call you. There was no sign that he’d remembered.

You fell asleep on the couch, hugging your phone to your chest.

//

You awoke to the sound of knocking at your door. Sitting up, you saw that you had one missed call from Kuroo and then nothing else. Not even a voicemail. Oh well. At least he remembered that you existed.

Getting up slowly, you made your way to the door, your mind clear with the knowledge of who waited outside. Your body felt groggy and it was probably clear that you’d just woken up, but you were completely awake and lucid.

Opening the door, your eyes landed on your boyfriend. He stood before you, a sheepish grin on his face and his eyes immediately darting to the floor. You couldn’t miss the large bouquet of red roses he gripped in one hand. How cliche of him.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” His voice was smooth. “Hey, sorry about yesterday- I can’t believe I forgot!” His laugh was as sheepish as the look on his face. “I was hoping we could pretend it was today instead?”

You said nothing, looking at the flowers in his hand.

“How are they doing?” You asked. His eyes widened in surprise. “Are they good? I do hope they haven’t gotten sick. That would be a damn shame.” You somehow managed to keep your voice monotone. “Please, give them my regards when you see them later.”

“Hey, what are you talking about? Did you catch a fever?” He reached out to feel your forehead but you dodged his hand.

“No.” You looked at the flowers again. “You should go.”

“…Huh?” His voice was clearly worried.

“You should go. Go hang out with your ex.”

“Are you mad at me?” Your eyes answered that question. “Well, I guess I deserve that-”

“No kidding.” Your voice was hollow. “Leave, Kuroo.”

His facial expression was one of complete shock.

“What? Come on, it was just an anniversary, we can celebrate it today with an extra day added on!” He pleaded.

“Sorry.” And then you closed the door in his face.

How cruel of you.

,,,,sorry I made Kuroo a bit of an oblivious ass in this?? I hope you don’t mind I took some liberties with this and didn’t kill off the s/o or give them amnesia. I felt like it would be more angsty if it was just... Plain. Boring. One person breaking up with another. I find that more heart-wrenching for some reason, sorry! Hope you still enjoyed!