#'nobody asks me about my damn life' HUH

[xorafe]

cam girl (part five)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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You were too tired to wake up to your alarm. You snoozed for an extra hour under a mountain of blankets, drifting in and out of consciousness.

When you finally feel ready to start your Sunday, it’s almost 10, and your mind slowly pieces together everything that happened last night.

Rafe has become your sugar daddy. There’s no doubt about it, no other word for it. At this point, you’re sure he’s given you almost ten grand.

You remain lying in bed and pick up your phone to see he texted you five minutes ago. After the $3000 transfer last night, you had quickly saved his number.

Rafe: sore?

You reply: as fuck.

Rafe: you loved it

You roll your eyes. Of course you loved it.

You think of the way he spoke to you, mumbling that you’re beautiful and praising the sounds you made. The way he thrusted into you and called your pussy so fucking perfect. The way his skin slapped against yours with his rough jolts. Remembering it makes your stomach twist with arousal.

You reply: so did you

Your phone buzzes again.

Rafe: send an ass pic

You: are you always horny?

Rafe: pretty much. woke up hard

You: and i’m the needy one… lmao

Rafe: are u sending it or not

You smile to yourself at how bad he wants you. You push the blankets off your body. You had fallen asleep in a cold room, your radiator refusing to come back to life no matter how hard you tried, so you’re covered head to toe under fleece pajamas.

The way Rafe reacted to your heat being broken replays in your mind. He seemed so dumbfounded by the idea that you couldn’t just fix something without worrying about the cost.

Then he sent you the exact amount you need to fix it. The fact that you can ask for however much you want and he’ll probably send it without hesitation still throws you for a loop. It’s an odd feeling not having to worry about money.

Thankfully, the morning sun has warmed up your bedroom. You pull your pants and underwear down in one smooth movement, turn onto your front and angle your phone camera.

You can smell Rafe on your pillow. The aroma of his cologne is so unbelievably nice, memories already connected to it.

You lie on your back again, pulling the blanket over you, and send him the photo, a low angle image of your naked asscheeks. You gaze at your screen, anticipating what he’ll say.

But he doesn’t send any words. Just a picture. Your eyes travel over the bulge making a tent in his black boxer briefs. You can see the trail of soft, light hair that leads down to his cock.

Your body tightens at the image. He felt so damn good last night. You can’t wait until the next time he’s inside you.

You text: wish u were here?

Rafe: i’d fuck u even harder than i did last night

You: you wouldn’t make me wait hours for it? wow…

Rafe: you’re so wet right now aren’t you

You can imagine the way he’d say that. He’s so smug. And so right. You dip a hand below the blanket between your legs, your soft folds drenched.

maybe, you reply.

Rafe: you took my cock so good

You bite your lip reading his words. The photo of his covered erection isn’t enough. You need more.

You: show me it

Rafe: you’d like that huh

You: i can just find some porn if you won’t do it

Rafe: don’t even fucking joke about getting off to some other guy’s dick

You smirk. You got to him like you hoped you would.

You: what? i can’t tease you too?

Rafe: no

You: send me a pic then. u know i deserve it

Rafe: only good girls deserve it

You: idk if good girls play with their pussies on camera… maybe i should stop doing that

Rafe: shut up. ur doing it for me every night

He’s so damn worked up that it’s funny. You shrug to yourself, opening another app, letting him sweat.

Your phone buzzes moments later, a notification from him dropping from the top of your screen.

Rafe: ???

You reply: you told me to shut up. i’m listening

He only texts your name.

You: rafe :)

A picture finally comes in. You take in the image of his dick, glad you finally have a chance to appreciate him in brighter lighting. The other photos that he sent over the cam chat were so dark, but now you can see the veins that run down his shaft, the swell of the tip, his large hand gripping the base.

You don’t think you could ever get tired of it.

You: am i allowed to touch myself?

Even through the power struggle between you two, you love giving him the control of when you can orgasm.

Rafe: if you promise me something

You: what?

Rafe: i can watch you play with your asshole tonight

Jesus. He’s unhinged. When he sent that message telling you that you’ll be doing a lot of new things with him, he wasn’t kidding.

The thought of doing this for him is stirring. None of the other guys on cam ever asked for anything like that.

You: i can do that

Rafe: get the toy i bought you. text when ur ready

You drop your phone and rush to find the vibrator, feeling like you’re throbbing now. When you’re all adjusted, you text him: ready.

Your breath hitches as the toy starts to buzz at a brutalizing intensity. You cross your legs, squeeze your chest, and groan as you think about him.

You orgasm within a minute. It feels good, but not as good as when Rafe is actually with you. With him, it’s a new level of ecstasy. Fuck. He may have ruined masturbation for you.

You pick up your phone.

You: might have to go back to sleep after that…

Your phone flashes a notification of $100 being transferred into your digital wallet.

Rafe: order breakfast for yourself

The amount he sent is ridiculous. What kind of place does he get breakfast from?

You doze off again, waking up half an hour later. After ordering food, you send Rafe a screenshot of the confirmation receipt and text: thanks baby <3

Rafe: did u call about the heat yet

You reply: i will

Rafe: do it now

You: bossy

Rafe: now

God, does he love to be in control. You follow his instructions and find the repair place you called last time and make an appointment to get your radiator replaced tomorrow afternoon.

It’s an unreal feeling - your problem being solved in the snap of a finger. This is a little taste of wealth.

You know not to read into it. Rafe’s not doing any of this of the kindness of his heart. Spoiling you is obviously one of the many things he gets off on. But you’re happy to go along with it. Especially considering $3000 is pocket change to this man.

When breakfast is dropped off, you notice a box addressed to you sitting in front of your door. You open it to find a new webcam. Rafe mentioned he’d buy it yesterday. He moves fast.

The day feels long and at 10 pm, you finally log on with the hope that Rafe will do what he did last night and come over instead of making you crave him throughout your session, leaving you to fuck yourself while fantasizing about him.

You’re wearing the ‘princess’ top you bought with his money, matching with pink underwear.

He joins the session and lust fires through you already.

“Hey,” you purr. “How’s the new camera look?”

figure8: much better

figure8 tipped you $100.

“What’s that for?” you giggle.

figure8: for looking so pretty

“Thanks, baby,” you say. “Is this pretty, too?”

You immediately turn onto your knees, looking back at the camera at the sight of your lace panties stretched over your ass.

figure8: goddamn

You smile.

figure8: you get me hard in a fucking second

“Yeah?” you coo. “Did you like my ass pic today?”

figure8: fuck yes. you ever done anal?

You laugh at how direct he is. You never have to wonder what Rafe’s thinking.

You hadn’t gone into that territory, but something about Rafe made you feel adventurous. “No, but maybe I’d try it with you.”

figure8: maybe?

“Depends on your mood,” you say.

figure8: the fuck does that mean

“I had to cum three times for you the other day. But yesterday, you wouldn’t let me do it for fucking hours.” You shrug. “If you make me wait that long again, you’re not getting anything.”

figure8: its honestly really fucking cute how you think you make the rules lol

“Shut up.”

figure8: im not getting anything… sure. i didnt let u cum all day but you were still begging me to fuck you last night

“I hate you,” you laugh.

figure8: you love me and this dick

figure 8: let me see you squeeze your ass

You’re so turned on already, resting your hands on your ass and kneading the flesh. You roam over your skin, fondling and grabbing, then move your fingers to the back of your thighs and bounce your asscheeks for him with your hands.

figure8: fuckkk just like that

“You like these panties?” you ask. The lace leaves nothing to the imagination.

figure8: i wanna see them ripped off

“These were expensive,” you pout.

figure8 tipped you $500.

figure8: there, you can buy more

“God, how much do you think they cost?” you laugh.

figure8: rip them off right now

You dip your fingers beneath the frilly border of the underwear and try to pull them apart. The lace digs into your skin and you finally hear a tear, the fabric giving way.

You watch your image in the screen, the pink lace pulling apart over your asscheeks.

figure8: shake ur ass

You oblige, arching your back, imagining him sitting behind you, big hands on your waist while you writhe and bounce for him.

figure8: let me see ur asshole

The request is probably the most obscene thing he’s ever asked of you. But you like that he does this, that he pushes you into new experiences.

You’re shaking with arousal as you watch yourself obey his orders, spreading open for him.

figure8: holy fucking shit

figure8: i know you’d loooove it up the ass

figure8: get close so i can see you suck on your finger

You’re puzzled at the request, but you obey anyways, turning to face the screen. You shift closer to your laptop and seductively stick your forefinger into your hot mouth, sucking it with quiet moans.

You’re reminded of how he shoved his finger in your mouth last night. Shit, last night was perfect.

figure8: is it nice and wet?

“Mhm.”

figure8: wanna put that finger in your ass for me?

You bite your lip, apprehension inching up your skin. He seems to notice your nervousness.

figure8: nice and slow, baby. you can do it

You nod, turning to spread your ass for him again, then slowly push your digit into your tight hole. You breathe through the pressure, dipping each inch of your finger in with caution, finding pleasure in the new sensation.

figure8: hows it feel?

“Good,” you breathe. You sit up to grab the lube in your nightstand that you bought when you started camming and sit in front of the camera, opening the bottle.

“You want me to try two fingers?” you ask.

figure8: fuck yes

You squeeze the slippery liquid onto your forefinger and middle finger and get onto all fours, angling your ass towards the camera.

When you slip both fingers inside, you arch your back and breathe shakily. Your eyes squeeze shut as you enter your body in a new way for him.

As hot as it is to be doing this for him, now that you’ve had a taste of what it’s like having his body melt into yours, you need him. This just isn’t satisfying enough anymore.

figure8: u like that?

“Mhm,” you moan. “Maybe it’d be better if I try with the dildo?”

You get the reaction you were hoping for.

figure8: the first dick in that ass isn’t gonna be some toy. it’ll be mine, you understand?

“Okay,” you say, brows furrowed, a tone of disappointment in your voice.

figure8: you want it tonight, don’t you?

“Yeah, baby,” you whimper, writhing in anticipation. “I want it tonight.”

figure8 tipped you $1000.

figure8 has left the session.

You smirk to yourself. It seems like this’ll be your and Rafe’s special version of foreplay. Maybe you’ll always begin with a cam show he pays you for, the same way you two started this wild affair, and then he’ll race over and have his way with you.

You decide to pull off your shirt so you can greet him fully naked.

When you hear his knock at the door, your skin prickles with anticipation. Rafe comes in frenzied, slamming the door behind him, grabbing your face in his hands and pushing you back into your bedroom.

“Already naked for me,” he rasps, standing in the middle of your bedroom, holding you, towering over you. “My needy girl.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer, then,” you whisper.

Rafe guides you onto your bed, hovering over top of you, his lips hungrily kissing and sucking on your mouth over and over.

With your back against your sheets, you roll your body beneath his, the sensation of his jeans and t-shirt rubbing on your bare skin wildly sexy.

You swear you can feel his cock jerk under his jeans and you breathe out a contented sigh.

“What?” he asks, pulling back with his forehead still pressed against yours.

“Your cock is twitching,” you tease, slipping your hand under his shirt to feel his hot skin. You pull his shirt off and toss it onto the floor.

Rafe lifts his body slightly and dips his hand between your legs, making you sharply inhale as he spreads your lips apart.

“And you’re so fucking wet,” he replies, like he’s trying to one-up you. You shudder as his fingers run up and down your slit.

He brings his hand up to suck on the tips of his fingers, hard eyes on you, and you feel like you might lose your mind over how hot the shared moment is.

“You taste so good,” he says, voice rough. He comes back down to kiss you hard, then shifts to put his mouth on your tits.

You jerk when he grazes a nipple with his teeth, a moan spilling out of your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, feeling him pinch and grip you.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk,” Rafe says against your cleavage. “You want that?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“My good girl,” he praises. You hear him fumbling with his jeans, the zipper slipping down quickly, and he plunges into you with no warning, with such a rough blow that you whimper.

You feel your body swallow his thickness, stretching to adjust to his size. He curves into you so perfectly.

Rafe pulls back and rocks into you again, your body jolting with his pressure. His chest is pressed against yours and he shifts to the side to put his hand at your throat, long fingers around your neck.

He squeezes gently, still pounding into you.

“Tighter,” you whisper.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says with a breathy laugh, like he can’t believe that you exist, that you’re taking him like this.

His fingers tighten on the sides of your neck as the sound of smacking flesh fills your bedroom. You grunt with every heavenly pump he gives you, his balls swinging against your ass.

“You take it so good,” he breathes. You tilt your head back, letting his big hand grip your neck better. You’re so grateful he didn’t torment you by making you wait this time.

“Get on top,” Rafe groans into your ear, drawing out of you. “I wanna watch you ride me.”

His hands find your hips as he helps pull you over him. With your palms against his firm pecs, you sink onto him, his cock hitting a new angle.

“Fuck,” you choke out. “Oh, my God, Rafe.”

“You like that, huh, baby?” he says, dimples framing his cocky smile.

You start to bounce with your legs bent and framing his torso, leaning forward so your clit rubs around the base of his cock. The feeling of him filling you and the friction against your sensitive spot makes your eyes roll back in your head.

Your heart starts to pound harder as you massage yourself with his dick, grinding at the perfect pace. You look down at him, meeting his blue eyes, as you roll your hips so you can feel him in every possible way.

You dip your head, panting and moaning as he grips your hips. You’ve never wanted to scream from pleasure so badly.

“I know, princess,” he drawls. “I know it feels good.”

The waves of pleasure are so damn nice that you moan and cover your mouth with your hand so your neighbors don’t hear how loud you’re being.

Rafe roughly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down.

“Don’t do that,” he instructs.

“My neighbors-“

“Let ‘em hear how much you love this dick,” he says. You feel like you could cum from his words alone.

“F-fuck,” you stammer, grinding faster and harder. “Oh, fuck.”

“You gonna cum?” he teases. A part of you is afraid he’ll push himself out of you, delay your orgasm.

“Please let me,” you whine, “please, baby.”

“I’ll let you,” Rafe says with an amused chuckle. “God, you’re my fucking dream girl.”

The pleasure spikes in you so damn high that you feel your limbs go numb. You cry out as you dissolve into pleasure in its purest form, continuing to ride him as the orgasm hits you, tightening around him in pulses.

“There you go,” he says soothingly, encouragingly.

You bend over on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest, hearing his heart in your ear. Rafe’s warm hand strokes up and down your back as you spasm on top of him.

As your gasps slow down, his hands find your ass. He jiggles your cheeks in his hands and you giggle breathily.

“You gonna let me cum in that ass?” he asks you.

“You can cum anywhere you want,” you breathe, feeling cockdrunk. Rafe’s chest rumbles with his laugh.

You sit up and slowly pull yourself off of him, his hard cock bobbing once it’s out of you.

Even though you’re sure you already made his cock wet enough, you hand him the bottle of lube before getting on all fours on your bed. You look back at him to see him slathering his cock with lube.

“I’ll go slow, princess,” he promises. “I’ll stretch you out first.”

You squeeze your pillow and place it so that you can sink your face into it as he fucks you. With your head dug into the soft cotton, you feel Rafe’s big hands grope your ass.

He spreads your cheeks apart and groans.

“Every part of you is so pretty,” he huffs. “You gonna take my cock in any hole I want, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you moan, muscles still weak from your orgasm.

You feel a finger slowly enter you and you arch your back, eyes squeezing shut. It’s so new but so fucking nice. The pressure is higher than when you did it on camera for him, his finger bigger than yours.

“There you go,” he coaches as he pushes deeper inside of you. “Shit, it’s so fucking tight. I’m gonna cum in a second, baby, I know it.”

“Fuck, Rafe,” you mumble. “It feels amazing.”

He adds a second finger, working in and out to stretch you out some more. You push back against his fingers to encourage him to go deeper.

“I want to fuck your ass so hard right now,” he groans on the verge of a whine.

“Do it,” you say. “I’m ready. Do it.”

His fingers pull out of you and you feel him spit on you, warm saliva dribbling over your opening. Finally, you feel the tip of his cock start to push into your ass.

The pressure stings as he buries into you and you try not to slump, you try to stay firm for him.

“Oh, my God,” he moans as he fills you. “Fucking… Oh, my fuck…”

His raw, untamed rambling gives you a sense of willpower to stay still and ignore your body’s impulse to pull away from the unfamiliar pain.

Rafe finally presses his base against your ass, filling your hole up completely.

He retreats, giving you some relief, then pounds into you again. The feeling is a good pain as he starts to thrash in and out, his fingers so tight on your hips that you know he’ll bruise you.

He pulls away a hand and you suddenly feel a hard smack on your ass that makes you gasp. He keeps fucking you hard, plunging in and out with a frenzied pace.

“You like it, princess?” he says between breaths. “You like it up the ass? I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Yes,” you groan, the feeling pleasurable now that you’re getting used to it. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“It’s not just your pussy that’s mine, is it?” he taunts. “It’s your ass. Your mouth. Your tits. All of you. Fucking all of you.”

His claim of ownership on you is so fucking intoxicating that you almost forget all this is supposed to be is hot, casual sex.

You push away the thought, refusing to let it ruin things. This is just fun. This is all this is.

“Goddamn, and you were just…” he groans as he keeps fucking you. “You were just… fuck, just always around and looking so fucking hot. I never thought I’d get to fuck you.”

You bite your lip at his words, lost in the feeling of a man wanting you this bad. Of Rafe wanting you this bad. You knew he loved to tease you, but shit, he was yearning for you this much whenever you came to clean his house?

“Oh, fuck…” Rafe’s deep voice gives out as you feel him pulse his hot cum into you, his body jerking against you.

He eventually slowly pulls out and you feel his hand slowly rub over the curve of your ass.

“Stay like this,” he says. “I wanna watch my cum drip out of you.” Just when you think he can’t get any filthier, Rafe surprises you. Every damn time.

Once he’s satisfied, you feel him plant a kiss on your ass before he shifts away to put on his underwear.

Your smile is slack as you drop onto your side, hand resting on your forehead. You feel utterly fucked out. He didn’t lie. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You watch his chest rise and fall when he lies down next to you.

Again, Rafe surprises you that he’s staying, even if it’s just a little while. He seems like such a fuck and chuck kind of guy. It’s what you expected. Kind of what you welcomed.

He looks at you, amused by how hard you’re gasping for breath.

“Damn, you won’t even need your heat on tonight, huh?” Rafe says. “Gave you a whole fucking workout.”

“If it’ll be like this every night, I’ll cancel,” you joke lazily.

“Cancel?”

“Mhm,” you say tiredly, eyes closing.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?” you whisper.

He says your name stern enough that you pop open your eyes.

“I’ll cancel the appointment,” you clarify.

“They didn’t already fix it?”

“Tomorrow was the soonest they could do.” His brows furrow in what looks like anger. You can’t help but chuckle a little. “What’s the big deal?”

“So, you spend another night cold?”

“It’s not that bad,” you say. “I have lots of blankets… and…” You yawn. “A space heater… and… my pajamas…”

You realize you’re lying on top of a thin sheet completely naked but you’re too exhausted to care that you’ll wake up cold. It’s like Rafe fucked the energy out of you.

“I have to lock the door behind you,” you remember. You sit up, rubbing your eyes so you stay alert. “I don’t know if you realized but this isn’t a gated community.”

“Should I… uh, do you want a hotel room or something?” Rafe asks.

You look at him, his head on your pillow, his hair a mess, and offer him a confused smile.

“Hotel?” you repeat.

“If it’s gonna be cold in here.”

“Oh, that radiator has broken a million times,” you say. “I’ve survived a lot of cold nights. I don’t need a penthouse suite.”

Rafe gazes at you with an indistinguishable look.

You feel a bit awkward now. You know he’ll leave eventually, but if he doesn’t do it now, you’ll pass out and he’ll leave the door unlocked.

You stand to keep yourself awake, finding a clean pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt.

“Same time tomorrow?” you try to joke.

“I can stay and…” he says. He sits up, his hair falling over his forehead, his stomach flexing. “Uh, I can… hold you. If you want. So you’re not cold.”

You stand in the middle of your small room, looking down at Rafe, and can’t help but notice how out of place he looks. His large, half-naked frame on your small double bed, his expensive clothes drawn out on your squeaky, scratched up floor, offering to cuddle you to sleep.

This is supposed to be purely sexual. You’ve been having fun and adding to your bank account, while letting him live out his fantasies to sexually and financially dominate the help. That’s all you are to him: a depraved cam girl who cleans his house. Right?

But now, he’s acting… well, nice. Like he’s not just a fuck buddy who gets turned on by giving you money and buying you things. And it’s unexpected.

You’re not sure what to do.

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in the devildom doesn't make it any better; luckily, these demons are here to help

pairings: mammon :: belphegor :: barbatos x reader

warnings: period-having reader (gn pronouns), blood, mild cramps

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent, as everything i write is, but whenever i'm on my period thinking of scenarios like this helps me sit through cramps, so i thought i'd share the nonesense with you ♡

obey me masterlist || similar writing: twisted pains [twst]

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

“Human! Open ya damn door!”

“No, please let me die in peace,” you whined from underneath your blankets as the banging against your door continued.

“If ya don’t let me in right now, I’ll kick it down, ya hear me?!” You could practically see Mammon pacing a ridge into the floor in front of your room, so you trudged over there and unlocked it, the demon almost colliding with you from how quickly he opened the door. His snow-white hair was sticking up from his head as if he’d run his hands through it without noticing. “What’s the big deal makin’ me wait so damn long, huh?”

“I told you I’m trying to pass away from this life,” you deadpanned, trudging back to your bed, groaning as another cramp twisted your lower stomach. “First, I have to deal with this shit in a house full of male demons who are absolutely not prepared to handle a human exchange student on their period. And second-“

You paused, for both dramatic flair and to take a calming breath. Then, you turned around and gave Mammon a saccharine smile dipping pure venom.

“I find out that apparently the entire Devildom can smell that I’m on my period if I step a foot out the bloody door.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Mammon held up his hands to plead his innocence. “I didn’t mean ta be so rude about it. But in my defence, I didn’t know it’s a normal thing for humans to just start bleedin’. I thought ya were dyin’!”

You painfully remembered how you had dragged yourself out of your room this morning, after luckily finding some hygiene products in the bag you had with you when you were whisked away to the Devildom unannounced (thank the sky guy you threw them into literally every bag and purse you owned). Already in a bad mood, you’d plopped down into your designated seat, ready to fight for your breakfast, only to feel six pairs of eyes on you.

“What?” You had asked, when nobody passed you the bread basket.

That had been when Mammon, eyes as wide as the coaster under your mug, almost jump-scared you into dropping your butter knife. 

“WHY ARE YA BLEEDIN’?!” He’d already pulled you from your chair and started inspecting you for any signs of injuries, tugging your arms up and inspecting your head. “Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“Mammon, I’m fine. You can let go of me now.” You almost had to wrestle your arm back from him, heat already creeping up your cheeks. 

“Clearly yer not!”

Exhaling deeply you said through gritted teeth “I’m on my period, if you have to know.”

The demons around the table had exchanged glances, but sadly only three of them had held a spark of understanding, those being Satan, Levi and Asmodeus. Mammon and Beel on the other hand seemed more lost (well, Beel actually had his eyes on his food but that was beside the point) and Lucifer’s face had been unreadable.

“Woah, periods are an actual thing?” Levi had asked incredulously, his voice somewhere between shock and awe. “I thought anime made those up for the sake of the plot.”

“I see,” Satan had given you hope. “I‘ve read about those before in some books on human anatomy but I didn’t think it was a big deal, seeing as it wasn’t talked about much.”

“Satan, pray tell, from when were those books?” 

“The 18th century perhaps?” He shrugged, tilting his head.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you had sighed, whereas Asmo had just dropped his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry about them, hon. But demons don’t experience periods, so I doubt any of them will be much help,” he had squeezed your hand sympathetically.

Lucifer had cleared his throat then. “Well, it appears that we have some catching up to do, now that we are hosting a human exchange student. Given your…predicament, you are allowed to stay home from RAD as long as this affects you.”

You had sighed a breath of relief.

“In exchange, however,” Lucifer had continued, making you dread the next words to leave his mouth, “it will fall to you that my brothers are properly educated on how to handle this side of humanity.”

So, that afternoon, you had found yourself in the common room, holding a presentation on the menstrual cycle in front of the brothers… and the future demon king himself. Yes, of course, Diavolo had gotten wind of your situation and simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about humans. At least, him being in the know meant you’d never have to worry about getting period products imported to the Devildom ever again.

Subsequently, you had locked yourself in your room, curled up under a blanket as you scrolled through Devilgram trying to forget this whole ordeal happened. A good hour later, Mammon had started pounding against your door like a madman.

With him standing in your room now, you could see the bag he was holding as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you patted the spot next to you.

“I’ll forgive you. It would have been more embarrassing if I went to RAD without knowing,” you said placatingly. “Anyways, what’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’…” Mammon trailed off, looking anywhere but you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… Ya were sayin’ this stuff could help and we didn’t have any, so I went and got some for ya… Only because Lucifer would string me from the ceiling if ya went and complained! That’s all!”

Taking the plastic bag from him, you peered inside to see various types of human world painkillers, a hot water bottle and chocolates. Despite what the demon had just said, you noted that the chocolate brand he bought was the one you liked best, something you had only dropped in a passing sentence when you talked to Asmo about a new trending dessert.

“Thank you, Mammon,” you smiled genuinely. “That actually is really helpful.”

“Really?” He managed to suppress his grin before it curled further than the corner of his lips before clearing his throat and hiding half his face behind his hand. “I mean, I’m only doin’ ma job, ya know? So Lucifer gives me back Goldie!”

“Sure you are,” you laughed, the first time since your day started.  “Does your job also involve staying with me and watching a movie?”

“Yeah!” This time he was too late to hide his excitement, then he caught himself and tried again, calmer this time. “I uh- I could fit ya in my super busy schedule. Gotta make sure ya don’t die after all, huh?”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

What a horrible way to start your day.

Well, under other circumstances, it would’ve been near perfect. Waking up snuggled comfortably in your boyfriend’s tight hold as he lightly snored into the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant twisting of your lower stomach you might have turned around and slept the morning away. Still slightly groggy, you sat up in bed, hoping dearly it was just a fleeting stomach ache or hunger and not your period, despite the clear symptoms. 

All hope was shattered however, when you shifted and you knew instantly that you could kiss this pair of underwear goodbye. With some effort, you wriggled out of Belphie’s vice grip, looking back at the sleepy demon as he groaned in protest only to see a large blood stain where you’d just lain. At your shocked gasp echoing around the attic, you watched his brows knit together and his nose wriggle, his forehead creasing as if he was deep in thought. Then, he blinked his eyes open.

“What’s—“ he cut himself off with a yawn, “What’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing over there?”

“Belphie… I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed, guilt bubbling up in you. In combination with your hormones being all over the place and your still sleep-addled mind, tears were threatening to form along your waterline.

In a heartbeat, the Avatar of Sloth was up and next to you, pulling you into a hug and bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other holding you close by the waist. You’d never seen him move this fast this early in the morning.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” He gently prodded, voice still raspy with sleep but soft nonetheless. “Please talk to me, starlight.”

“It’s— Your sheets, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” You buried your face deeper in the fabric draping over his chest as you felt him turn his head towards the bed. Then, a beat of silence spanned across the attic.

“That’s what you’re fussing about?”

“Yeah, I mean—“ Collecting your thoughts, you began again. “It’s gross and a pain to clean. I really should’ve known that—“

“Hey, look at me.” Tilting your face towards his, your eyes met amethyst ones as you followed the guidance of his fingers underneath your chin. “It’s not gross, you hear me? No part of you could ever be.”

“But the blood-“

“I’m a demon, might I remind you. You’d think I can handle a little blood.” There was a caring seriousness in his gaze that made you weak in the knees, the love and adoration you found swirling within almost making you cry for a whole other reason. “You didn’t actually think I’d be mad at you about something so natural, did you?”

“It’s generally a bit of a taboo topic and conversations about it can be quite stigmatised, so…,” you shrugged.

“You’re telling me half the population go through this every month and the topic is hushed up anyway? You’re already stressed enough and people give you crap for something like this?” You nodded at his incredulous tone. “Well that’s just stupid.”

For a moment, Belphie just held you, his fingers tracing random shapes into your hip. Then, he pulled you towards a dresser in the corner of the room, never letting go of you completely. 

With how much time you had started spending in the attic it was a somewhat natural course of nature that your clothes would gradually end up moving here as well. Pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants, you didn’t have time to reach for a sweater before a soft pile of fabric was already pushed into your hands. Upon closer inspection, you identified it to be one of Belphie’s hoodies.

“I know you like wearing them,” he merely shrugged off your raised eyebrow. “Now go and take your time washing up, but make sure to come back straight away when you’re done.”

Practically herding you out of the door, you almost had to snort at the irony of the Avatar of Sloth encouraging you to do something you might not have had the energy to otherwise. But you were incredibly thankful for it because when the shower’s warm water hit you, you noticed how much you needed this, feeling born anew after scrubbing your skin clean.

Climbing back up the stairs to the attic, you already felt a lot calmer than when you had woken up, swaddled in Belphie’s cloud-like hoodie (seriously, where did he find fabric like that?) and surrounded by a mixture of his scent and your body wash.

When you pushed open the attic door, you blinked at the new set of sheets Belphie was lounging on, the old ones nowhere to be seen. Even without you moving, the demon perked up at your presence, extending one arm to coax you back into bed.

“What are you still doing over there? Come here,” he said, voice already drowsy again. “There’s still some morning left to be slept away.”

Who were you to refuse? Sliding under the covers next to him, you turned and twisted into whatever pretzel position made you cramp the least before two strong arms wrapped around you. This was another perk of being with Belphie; if anyone could accommodate weird sleeping positions, it was him.

Warm hands found their way under his hoodie, his palms pressed flatly against your lower back where most of your pain was coming from, while the hips of his fingers slowly caressed the surrounding skin.

“Feeling better?” He mumbled into the crown of your head.

“Mhm, much better,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, sighing as his natural body heat slowly eased some of the constant pressure in both your lower stomach and back. “How did you know about the back pain though?”

“You always complain about it, especially on the first day,” he replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing to know. 

“How did I get so lucky,” you mused, your tone playful but just as genuine. “Makes me feel even worse about ruining your sheets.”

“Literally don’t worry about it, you do too much of that anyway. I left them with Asmo, he knows how to get just about any stain out of stuff.” You tried not to think about the specifics of where that expertise came from, so you rolled your eyes at the very typical behaviour of the youngest to dump his work on his brothers. Then you stiffened. Work. Chores. You were on grocery shopping duty today. “What’s the matter now?”

“I have to go out soon and get everything we need for dinner,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince someone to trade it with an indoor chore for the week.

Before you could reach for your D.D.D, the arms around you held you a little closer to the demon you were snuggled up against, one of his legs draping over your thigh, careful not to put too much pressure on you as he tangled your legs with his.

“Well that’s too bad,” Belphie mumbled into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Looks like Lucifer has to find someone else for the job. Because you’ll be busy all day.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Periods had the annoying habit of showing up whenever they pleased, which mostly meant whenever it was most inconvenient for you. Being well aware of that fact didn’t mean you were any more prepared for it to happen, though. 

So, as you were running errands around RAD with Barbatos, it suddenly felt like your insides were squeezed together and wrung out like a washcloth, making you stagger and pause to steady yourself again. When your companion turned to ask if you were alright, you assured him everything was fine, hoping it was just one bad cramp that would ebb away soon.

But over the course of the next fifteen minutes, it progressively got worse and you had trouble focusing on the task at hand, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you sorted through student council documents. As you reached for a new stack of files, gloved hands came to rest over yours, preventing you from picking up more work.

“You should not overexert yourself, dear,” a soft voice spoke close to your ear. On other occasions, you would have welcomed the way his hands smoothed down your shoulders when it was just the two of you for once, but you couldn’t think about anything but the pain you were experiencing. “Without meaning to offend, you’re looking rather unwell. Allow me to take you to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“What about work?” You mumbled but didn’t resist as he pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “And Diavolo?”

“Do not worry about that. There’s no rush to complete these files and the Young Master has given the explicit order for me to take care of you,” Barbatos smiled as he led you out of RAD, careful to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible. “An order I was all too happy to comply with, might I add.”

“So you knew,” you sighed with a smile, not actually too surprised at the revelation. “I did think it was suspicious to have you all to myself the entire day. Do I even have to ask how you knew?”

“Well, as you have come to learn, demons are far more perceptive to certain reactions of the body, hormonal changes included,” he explained matter of factly. “Aside from that, however, I have also made it a priority to learn the rhythm of your body to best care for you.”

“You track my cycle? Despite being so busy already?” You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“Of course. Not only are you an honoured exchange student, you are also someone who is immensely important to me,” he said as he held the castle door open for you, his verdant gaze full of adoration. “Naturally, I aim to ease your strains and alleviate some of the burden you carry.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“But I want to.” Taking your hand in his, the fabric of his gloves soft against your skin, he brushed your knuckles with a featherlight kiss. “Please allow me to take care of you, my love.”

“I guess I can’t say no when you ask like that,” you laughed sheepishly. Your body seemingly agreed with you as it sent another wave of cramps to make your knees buckle. 

“You must be exhausted,” Barbatos said, no doubt picking up on your unease immediately. “Let me draw you a warm bath to ease some of your tension.”

Said, done. Soon thereafter, you were sinking into a tub that probably cost more than a normal person’s house, the water the absolute perfect temperature to relax your muscles. You also noted how there were no strong scents present, only the hint of something floral and calming, but not overwhelmingly so.

After some time of soaking in the bath and with your permission, Barbatos stepped back into the bathroom. First, he wrapped you in the fluffiest black towel, carefully patting your skin dry so as to not irritate it. Then, he applied a moisturising lotion, gently kneading out any knots in your legs and shoulders with his skilled fingers before helping you into a new set of clothes which felt light as feathers against your skin. 

He also showed you where to find any sort of hygiene product you might need and, to nobody’s surprise, somebody had stocked the guest bathroom you used whenever you came over with every possible product there was.

In your guest room, Barbatos guided you over to the sofa and lounge chairs underneath one of the high windows where a tea set was already waiting for you on the table in the middle. 

“I took the liberty to prepare some tea and a few pastries while you were bathing. This blend has soothing qualities and is known to help with cramping. Given your usual choice of tea, I also think the aroma will be to your taste,” the demon explained and, as always, you were stunned by his level of attention to detail. 

As he poured it, you noticed, however, that there was only one cup on the table and instead of getting one for himself, Barbatos went to fetch a hot water bottle. 

Wrapping it in a cloth he warned you to be careful not to burn yourself before announcing he’d start preparations for dinner, letting you know he’d be making your favourite. But before he could turn to leave, you caught his wrist, a surprised expression flitting over his face for just a second.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you started, holding his gaze, “would you join me for tea? It’s been a while since we sat down together.”

At your request his face smoothed over into a fond smile, the hand in your grasp coming up to brush over your cheekbone. 

“I suppose dinner can wait a little longer,” he said, clearly as happy as you to spend time with you. “Then again, even if it couldn’t, I’d find it hard to leave you. Especially when your wish and mine are so closely intertwined.”

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[kairiscorner]

Could you do a spoiled!f! Reader and Miguel as her bodyguard? She has a boyfriend who's garbage but she's not used to anything healthy?

hello !!! oh damn, i really like this idea >:D I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

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it's my job to care — bodyguard!miguel o'hara x spoiled!fem!reader

summary: he was a hardened man and knew how to get what he wanted out of people, but when it came to you, that was easier said than done. he does his best to protect you from anybody that'd pose as a threat to you, but when he caught you crying about your asshole of a boyfriend... he feels like he failed to protect you like he swore he'd do. word count: 1,011

author's note: man i wanna write more about this trope, TEEHEE !! might make more of this in future, or not, but we'll see.

miguel looked at you through the rearview mirror and saw you gloomily staring at your phone, the glare coming from the screen illuminating your face and showing signs of you tearing up a little. "you might get car sick, don't go on your phone in a moving vehicle." he said as he shifted his gaze from you to the road. surprisingly, you followed him and put your phone away, then you leaned your head against the window and stared at the road and trees passing you by. miguel wasn't used to you not spitting out snarky comments at him or calling him an 'old man' when he was about your age.

miguel took in a breath and looked over at you again. "...did something happen?" he asked you in a softer voice as you shook your head and sighed. "just feeling shitty is all." you murmured as you lay down on the seats. miguel played some music for you, but you immediately groaned for him to turn it off. "what's wrong, you like it when i play that music for you." "i hate that artist." "not yesterday you didn't. you keep singing their songs all the time, wasn't it your boyfriend who–" "please. not another word about that... ugh." you muttered as miguel got the hint and stopped talking about him. miguel couldn't really take the silence as the car ride prolonged, it put him in an uneasy disposition. he sighed and pulled up at your favorite fast food place and parked the car in the parking lot. he got out of the car, and as you looked at him quizzically, he opened the door and extended his hand out to you. "you didn't seem like you liked the food at the party when i came in with you, figured you wanted to come here instead." he said as you took his hand and went inside with him.

you felt so out of place with the people in there, what with being at your boyfriend's party and dressing a little less modestly, but miguel was always a step ahead as always and gave you his blazer to cover you up. he buttoned it for you so nobody would see a thing. "sorry if it's too big." he apologized as you muttered a "don't worry about it". miguel asked you what you wanted, as you told him everything you wanted, he nodded and murmured, "i was right, it'd be the usual, huh." you were surprised he paid attention to what you liked and even offered you his blazer, you've never really had anybody else in your life do that for you before he did it for you.

before miguel ordered, he looked at you and quickly guided you to a vacant seat. "you don't have to stand and wait for me, it's fine." he said as he went back in line to order. as he came back, he sat across you and looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. "so... what's got you in a 'shitty' mood, princess?" he asked you without a hint of condescension or sarcasm, instead, his voice was filled with genuine curiosity and concern. you sighed as you debated with yourself whether or not to tell him what happened at the party when you insisted miguel could stay at the car. you fidgeted with your fingernails as you exhaled. "...my boyfriend didn't... keep his promise." you whispered, which miguel still heard loud and clear.

he folded his arms as he leaned closer towards you. "what was that promise?" he asked you as the food soon arrived. you sighed and slowly, as you ate, you began to open up to miguel about how your boyfriend promised to hang out with you more recently, but every time, he failed to do so, giving you the same stupid excuse and promise to make it up to you. but even at his own party, where you were the guest of honor, he couldn't even do that. but as you spoke, you found yourself complaining and ranting about how inadequate everything else about your boyfriend was, how he never showed excitement in anything you were proud of, how he keeps asking you why you can't be like the other girls he knows, why you keep seeing other guys and not him when he's trying to hang out with you more–he was awful.

miguel listened to you the whole time, never once butting in and offering an unnecessary opinion nor gaslighting you as to why you were so unsatisfied with your boyfriend. as the tears you were holding in started falling from your eyes, miguel hurriedly offered you a handkerchief from his pocket. "i'm so sorry to hear that, he's... a son of a bitch." he said as he looked at your eyes that were reddening and glistening. "he is..." you found yourself agreeing to him as miguel offered you his water. "i know i'm just a bystander here, but, don't feel compelled to stay with him if all he's been doing is hurting you." he said as he looked at you with kind eyes.

you looked at miguel from underneath your wet eyelashes, and you sobbed out a 'thank you' to him for, well, everything. before miguel could give you any 'you're welcome', he excused himself and went outside for a minute. he came back soon, though, with a small bouquet of roses in his hand. "for the prettiest, yet brattiest, princess i know. sorry today didn't go as expected, but i hope this might cheer you up, even just a little bit." he said with a quiet voice as he handed the bouquet to you. he had hoped the small gift he gave you was enough to make you feel at least a little bit happier, though little did he realize, he's shown you much more love than you've ever received from your boyfriend–or any partner–who's ever loved you, ever.

maybe he'll be the first one to ever treat you the way you deserve to be treated, maybe.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold

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[soulrph]

" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 "  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a wonderfully patient and creative nonnie asked for a list of prompts based on interactions between two good friends in the aftermath of a trauma that happens to one of them, and i’m nothing if not a sucker for angst and deeply emotional connections! so here we go! i’m hoping these will be up to the nonnie’s expectations! have a wonderful day, my lovelies, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST !!

“ i really hate seeing you like this... “

“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk... whatever you want, right? “

“ please say something... anything. even if it’s telling me to shut up and leave you alone... just say something. “

“ i really miss you, you know. “

“ i’m here. you got that? i don’t care if you never say anything to me ever again. i don’t care. i’m not going away, and i’m not going to stop being here for you, no matter how long you glare at me or ignore me or pretend that you’re okay. because i know you’re not. i know. “

“ talk to me. i don’t care what we talk about. it doesn’t have to be anything big. we don’t need to talk about whatever happened to you, not unless you want to. i just... just talk to me, will you? “

“ you know, i talk to a lot of people every single day. i hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; i hear it all. and the only voice i really wanna listen to is yours, you know? even when you’re driving me crazy. so come on. please... just drive me crazy again? “

“ ...seriously? no come-back? no witty retort? no... sarcastic shot at me? come on, i... i know we never ask these things, but, honestly, i’m worried about you. what’s going on? “

“ penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty? my whole life-savings? damn, at this rate i’d give away everything i own just to hear your voice again. “

“ this is like, the ninth voicemail i’ve left, and i know you hate voicemails, so i’m thinking this might be the one that pisses you off enough to pick up the phone and talk to me. because despite the number of times i’ve told you to shut up, i’m actually begging you to say something, now. weird how things work out, isn’t it? anyway. pick up your freaking phone, moron. please. “

“ will you please talk to me? please? “

“ i have exhausted every single topic that i can think of to get you to open your mouth and say something to me. all of them. you leave me no choice... how are you? “

“ listen, we’re all really worried about you. okay? and we wanna help you, but we don’t know how. so how about you write us a note, or something? maybe just, open the door, huh? i just wanna know that you’re okay. “

“ you’re not alone, you know. you’ve got people who love you. who care about you. you’ve got me. and i’m not going anywhere. “

“ look, i don’t know what happened to you. and i don’t need you to tell me, okay? i don’t... i just want you to know that i’m here. i got you. no matter what. and if you need some space, then... then i can leave. just tell me what you need, okay? “

“ i don’t need you to say anything. you don’t even need to open the door. i’m just gonna slide this paper under the door, okay? you tell me what you want for dinner, and i’ll bring it up. “

“ i’m sending you on a list of therapists and group support meetings in the area, okay? you don’t have to go, but... promise me you’ll take a look at the list, right? “

“ listen, i know you gave me a copy of your key for emergencies, and this feels like an emergency, but... if the silent treatment is part of you trying to get some space, then i don’t wanna intrude. you know? so just text me if that’s what this is, and i’ll leave you alone. “

“ i know, i know. you asked me to leave you alone. but that was two weeks ago, okay? and i haven’t heard from you. you aren’t answering my texts, you aren’t even reading them. nobody’s seen or heard from you, and... and now i just want to know that you’re okay. so please, open your door, and let me make sure that you’re safe, will you? “

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[appleblueberry-pie]

More yandere 42 Miles Morales

I can see Miles having increased courage and confidence when he's with you. He'll say anything and everything that he thinks is important for you to hear, and he loves you too much to not tell you whatever is on his mind.

He wants to hold you so close to his side, feel your body heat radiate onto him. He wants to stare at you forever and wants you to stare at him too. He's dehydrated and you're his only drink of water, his salvation. He needs to have you, every part of you to himself and will remind you everyday.

You swear he's an insomniac with how often you catch him up at night when you guys text. But when he sleeps next to you, he's out and will stay out for a damn while. Hell, he'd wake up acting like he's in a fucking raisin bran commercial just cause you there.

Loves to whisper how he feels to you just to make you squirm. A romantic and flirt, only times ten because it's for you. Caresses your side, face, leg, head, whatever he can get his hands on. He loves you and will show you and tell you.

It definitely gets worse when you reciprocate it. He tell you a little flirt joke and you wholeheartedly/seriously respond back with confidence? He doubling down on you and won't stop cheesing. Don't run away, it's too late for that, he'll pull yo ass back and make you finish what you started.

If you text him, he'll text back in under a minute, no matter the circumstance. Nothing stops him from reaching out to you ever. If somehow you two end up arguing and god forbid you end on a bad note, he'll blow up your phone.

Another call starts up as soon as the last one ends if you don't answer. Sweet nothings of him begging you to answer the phone turn into threats to pick up(without him realizing it because he's too scared and angry to care about how it sounds) very quickly.

I'm laughing at you if you think turning your phone off and going to sleep will work. He will break into your house and wake you up.

"Fuck you turn your phone off for? Pensabas que esa mierda era graciosa? (You thought that shit was funny?) Huh? Don't ever fucking play with me like that." Doesn't care if everyone else is asleep. Just wants to get his message across to you.

That's probably the worst he'll get when he's "mad" at you(he will never truly get mad at you). Don't even ask about how he get when other niggas try to fuck around with you. oh my god. You tell him someone tried to touch you?

"Baby, look at me." Eyes stern, yet frantic. His shaky breathing is scaring you, but you can't let him see that. His hand grabs your chin, his hold making it hurt. "I need you to tell me that that's the only thing he did to you. Are you sure that's all he said? All he did?" He whispers it as if a hundred people surround you both wanting to listen in on what's being said. You nod and he shakes his head. "Cause I'm gonna kill that motherfucker. You hear me? Nobody fucking touches you."

He stares deep into your eyes, you can't tell if he's hyperventilating or not. All you want is for him to calm down, because seeing him like this is too much for you. You don't know if telling him was even worth it at this point.

"NOBODY!" He shouts it in your face and you violently flinch. He immediately consoles you and apologizes constantly. "Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento. Por favor, perdóname, cariño. Te quiero muchísimo. Solo quiero mantenerte a salvo.(I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. Please forgive me, darling. I love you so much. I just want to keep you safe.)" He whispers it in your ear and rocks you side to side. He can't stay still for the life of him. He sits you down on the bed and begins pacing.

Whispering to himself and clenching his hands. He then sits down next to you and holds your hands tightly. "I'll be back in at most 2 hours. I'll do whatever you what when you come back. But you gotta eat and catch up on your rest, okay, mi amor? I love you. And I care for you. And I want you to know that whatever happens out there?.....it ain't ever gon' break what we got. Alright?"

He slams his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately in a way he's never done before. A mix of emotions fill you and you can't find the words to make him stay. To make him stop. When he separates the kiss, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. "I fucking love you." He whispers before leaving.

He would never ever isolate you or lock you up. He heavily prefers seeing you as the best YOU that you can be. He is obsessed with your personality, talents, hobbies, desires, speech, the way you walk, scent, everything. Taking that away from you is like murdering you. He can't live with himself if he did that to you.

Your family loves him, so it'd be hard to escape the relationship when they love him almost as much as they love you. He could give less of a fuck about your friends. You don't need them like you two need each other.

Try to mention anything bad he's done "for you" in the past? Will "assure" you to not worry about it and will justify his actions. "Don't worry about that nigga anymore, mami. I dealt with it. Y'all gon be cool now, okay? So don't worry your pretty self about it anymore and lets get you home. You look tired."

He LOOOOOVES when you coddle him or take care of him. His dream is to lay in your comfortable bed together while you hum him a song and you rub his back while his head lays on your comfortable chest. Every advantage is in his hands when he's sick because he has you to take care of him. He just becomes more delusional when he's sick, basically. Getting fed, maybe praised, cooed at, extra attention and care. Please. He leans into your warm hands like a touch-starved puppy.

Hates it so much when you lead him on strongly but then just shut it down entirely. Flirting with him, pulling him in by his jacket, constantly glancing down at his lips while giggling at his stupid fucking jokes. Then you just turn your head and walk off??? Man, fuck you. Follows you around whining constantly.

Eats absolutely anything you make. I canon he has a humungous appetite. Know how to make gumbo? Half of it's gone in 30 minutes. You'll have to feed him 4 servings every time you cook. That nigga eats everything. "Baby, this good as hell." Yeah, I bet! Knocks out when he's done. Good luck waking him up.

Anyways, he can get really bad at times. But most of the time, he's everything you could ever ask for.

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[their-pebble-bear]

Safe (KiriBaku X Reader)

Okay so indulge me for a bit here please. I've been craving this prompt for like AGES but I haven't found one I haven't read yet with my men so y'all get to enjoy it with me.

I tried to keep it gender neutral but please do be informed, I keep this in mind with a female reader. If y'all have any tips please do not hesitate to send me a message or ask.

As always, minors do not interact or follow me.

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Masterlist - Requests Are Open

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Warnings: None. Cussing at most. Maybe death threats by our pommy.

Summary: Reader gets a new man but KiriBaku absolutely despise him. I mean who else is meant to love them the way they want to be loved right?

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They anxiously waited in their shared apartment together. What was taking them so long? Did this guy NOT have a phone or watch to see it's been 20 minutes since they were meant to be here? Katsuki was already docking down points, not that they were high to begin with, and Eiji was ready to pound this guy's head in.

Finally, the lock clicked open and in you walked with, they didn't bother to remember his name. The door shut closed as they sat on the couch looking like they are ready to interrogate the poor bastard.

"You're 20 fucking minutes late. Do you not own a god damn phone?!" Kats huffed already pissed off.

"Hey sharky! Nice to meet you...bro? Sorry I forget people's names a lot! Y/N's talked a lot about you! Please sit down." Eiji pointed towards the two very obviously placed one seater opposite them as Kats grabbed you by the waist and plopped you down between them.

You pursed your lips as a blush raised to your cheek. Oh god you knew this was gonna happen. The number two hero AND number 5 hero were obviously going to interrogate this poor man and there goes your dating life...again. At least Eiji always tried to be supportive but Kats? Nobody was good enough for you. The guy sat in the one-seater looking very intimidated by these clearly very buff pro heroes in front of him who could probably snap him like a toothpick for even looking at you incorrectly.

"So tell us about yourself! What do you do for work, what's your quirk, anything!" Eiji smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

The guy started rambling and Kats just took in a deep breath just knowing this is never going to get anywhere. After 2 long hours of the interrogation he blurted out he had to leave and kissed you a quick peck before sprinting out.

"Guys, I am 24, living with two top 5 heroes. I'm confident I can date someone." You huffed.

"He was a fucking wuss! Couldn't even look me dead in the eye. How can he fucking protect you if you ever needed it hah?!" Kats spat wrapping an arm around your waist.

Eiji smiled and ruffled your hair. "You know sharky, there's a reason we're single. We both wanna date you. I'm tired of all this hiding. Nobody is ever gonna be good in our eyes because you have us darling."

Your eyes widened as you looked left and right at the two. "W-Wait what? You both want...me? Why? You could have anyone in the world and you guys chose...me?"

"Holy hell I pick the best idiots in the world huh? Fucking yes we chose you. You're so stupid, intelligent, you actually don't make me wanna blow a god damn fuse and the human rock next to you loves you too." Kats huffed grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"HEY I WANT TO KISS THEM TOO!" Eiji huffed as he pulled you away from Kats to kiss you too.

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Please note! This is all my original work! I do not give permission to repost, credit yourself or steal my ideas. Reblogs are appreciated! The picture is not to be saved and used! That is originally made by my fiancé!

#kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugo x reader #anime #mha

[heavyhitterheaux]

For the Night

AN: Everything was good until it wasn't

Synopsis: You and Jack have been friends with benefits for a little over a year. When you suddenly become pregnant, you both have a huge decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: my baddie @mortirolo 😘💕

Features: my boo @nattinatalia 😘💕

Slight NSFW 18+

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You had just finished your last class of the day and was thankful to be able to collapse on your king sized bed in your new condo that your parents had recently gifted you. You had been on overdrive for the past few weeks and was longing for some type of break. That was when your phone went off signaling that you had a text.

A text from one of your favorite people in your life currently.

The two of you had crossed paths during the Creme De La Creme tour in your hometown of Atlanta and that was all she wrote. That led to texts, facetime calls, and eventually a friend with benefits type of situation.

You knew when you heard his ringtone, it could be multiple things.

Sex, meeting up at a secluded spot, or simply talking because he missed your company.

You could admit that ever since you began your friends with benefits situation with Jack, you really didn’t give any attention to anyone else. It’s not the fact that you eventually expected a relationship with him because you didn’t. You were simply focusing on yourself and there was no time for you to get distracted. You were currently getting your second degree at Clark Atlanta University in the hopes of eventually owning your own business. 

Smush- I miss you, you busy?

You- It depends 

Smush- Stink, stop playing

You- What you want white boy?

Smush- You know what I want so cut the shit

You- If you ask nicely, I just MIGHT say yes

Smush- I haven’t been in that pussy for about a month, you know you want this dick

You- I have a vibrator

Smush- Oh, so your vibrator is on the same level as me? Shit, say less and I’m about to return this Birkin I got for you

You- I’m playing smush!! I just got back home so come through whenever. Sooo, what color is my Birkin?

Smush-  attitude left your ass real quick huh? 🙄

You- Just hurry up

Smush- You was just trying to dodge me and now you’re rushing me? Can’t have it both ways princess

You- I can do what I want and there isn’t a damn thing you’re going to do about it

Smush- Keep that same energy. Face down, ass up and it’s clear you need that attitude fucked out of you

You- Come and get me then

—-

“Uh huh, talked all that shit and now look. Can’t even take it.” Jack said while letting out a small laugh as he continued to pound into you.

Clothes were immediately thrown onto the floor as soon as he laid his eyes on you, not missing a beat.

“Fuck you.” You managed to squeak out between moaning Jack’s name. 

“That attitude is still there, I see. Stop fucking running from me.”

“Nobody is running from you.” You said in between breaths.

“I literally just almost had to stop you from falling off the bed. You sure about that princess?”

You went quiet and was now halfway off of the bed again which earned another laugh from Jack.

“Get your ass back here and I asked you a question.”

“You get on my nerves.”

“Hmm, as good as I make you feel, I get on your nerves?” Jack leaned down to whisper in your ear before kissing the shell of it.

You were weak as hell for this man and didn’t really care if he knew.

“Hmm princess?”

“Yes!”

Jack had sped up his pace going in and out of you when he finally came and immediately flipped you over so that you were now laying on your back and began to eat you out again.

“Oh shit.” Your hands immediately went into his curly hair and you could just imagine the smirk that was on his face.

“You better spread your legs and give me some damn room down here. I know you want this, so act like it.”

—

The both of you were now lying in a comfortable silence with you resting your head on his chest and for some reason, you could feel that something was off about him.

“Smush?”

“Hmm?” Jack had his eyes closed and wasn’t looking at you as he responded.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I can tell when something is on your mind and right now the vibe I’m getting isn’t a good one.”

Jack sighed before opening his eyes to look down at you.

“I’m just overwhelmed. I know that this is what I asked for but it seems like I haven’t really been able to catch a break.”

“And I told you about that too.” You said while looking up at him with a disapproved look on your face.

“I know, but…”

“You seriously need to slow down sometimes.”

“Aww, is my stink worried about me?”

“If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll take that right back.”

“Nah, I really do appreciate you though, but I’ll be fine, promise.” Jack said, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”

“I know. Same goes for you.”

“How long do I have you for?” You curiously asked hoping for it to be longer than it was last time. 

“Hmm, as long as my stink wants me here.”

“If that’s the case, your fans aren’t about to see you until 2025.”

“Not if you want me to buy you another Birkin. Those shits are fucking expensive.”

“Oh, well in that case, you can leave now.”

“Damn, it’s like that?!”

“I want a black one next.”

“You have a birthday coming up so I’ll see what I can do.”

You then reached up to place a kiss on Jack’s cheek, but he immediately turned his head so your lips could meet. 

Jack immediately deepened it and flipped the both of you over so that you were now under him and slowly slid into you.

“You can give me one more round, can’t you princess?”

—

You hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days and despite your protests, your best friend Jessica was trying to convince you to take a pregnancy test and you just weren’t giving in. There was no way in the world that you could be pregnant. 

“Jess! I am not taking one!”

“Why not?!? You told me that you and Mr. Sneaky Link were doing some nasty ass shit a little while ago so you should take one!”

“But he wore a condom! It’s probably just a stomach bug or something.”

“Oh yeah it is something. A WHOLE BABY!”

“JESSICAAAAA NO IT’S NOT!”

“Then take the damn test! Prove me wrong!”

You looked at the bag that she had shoved towards you and opened it to see that there were a total of six tests in the bag.

“What do I need all of these for?!”

“To make sure it’s accurate! Come on, go pee on the sticks.” Jess said as she was pushing you towards your bathroom and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Fine, stop pushing!”

“I’ll be waiting out here!”

Once you had taken all six of them, you went back out into your bedroom to see that Jess had now helped herself to your snack drawer and was surrounded by snickers, reese’s, popcorn, and soda.

“I figured we could use some snacks to take your mind off of everything.”

You had suddenly gotten quiet. 

“Jess… what if I actually am pregnant?”

“Then you have to tell him obviously and pause. How come you never even told me his name? What does he do for a living? You and my niece or nephew can’t be out here struggling.”

You had now become more interested in the bracelet that Jack had given you that was on your left wrist.

“Y/N…..?”

“I can’t tell you or at least I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Bitch, I am literally your best friend so what the fuck is that about?”

“I had to sign an NDA.”

“Oh shit. Bitch, this is really serious.”

“Look, if I tell you who it is, it cannot leave this room because I literally cannot have him mad at me especially when I might be carrying his baby.”

“You are carrying his baby. No doubt about it. Is he like a CEO? Got a wife and kids already? NBA player? NFL? Baseball? Hockey? Soccer? Oh shit, it’s Drake isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Would you come out with it already?!”

Just then the timer on your phone went off signaling that it was time for you to see if you were pregnant or not.

You immediately dodged Jessica’s questions and made a beeline for the bathroom with her hot on your trail. 

And there it was on the bathroom counter.

Six different tests.

All positive.

“Bitch, don’t think you can just dodge me. Oh.” Jess said as she looked down at the counter to see that they were all in fact positive.

“Jess, my sneaky link is Jack Harlow.”

“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

—-

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." You were muttering to yourself as you called him on facetime for the fourth time today.

You didn't know if it was the butterflies in your stomach or the morning sickness that was making you want to throw up at this very moment.

You knew he would be back in the next few weeks, but you definitely couldn't wait that long to tell him.

You were about to burst and you had no idea how he was about to take this. If he were to take it like you did, then you knew that this wasn't going to end well. 

The two of you weren't even in a relationship.

Would you even consider the two of you friends?

To a certain extent, yes.

Friends that would fuck each other’s brains out every time they saw one another.

But do friends get their friends pregnant?

This was definitely not on your 2022 bingo card.

"Y/N, what is going on? You miss me that much already? I just saw you two weeks ago." Jack answered in a joking manner.

Finally

But he wouldn’t be in a joking manner for long.

"I have to tell you something and this can't wait until I see you in person."

His facial expression then softened once he saw how much of a panic that you were in. 

"Stink, you got me nervous. Whatever it is, we can fix it, you always worry too much."

And that’s when you blurted it out. 

"Jack, I'm pregnant and I've taken 6 tests and I went to the doctor earlier today to confirm it." 

That was when you saw all of the color drain from his face. 

“Uh, stink, lemme call you back.”

Without another word, he hung up and you immediately started to cry. 

“I knew it, I fucking knew it.”

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[whatthebodygraspsnot]

#me going ‘hot new neighbor older ian and smitten flirty mickey / is that anything’ and just thinking about it a lot -> 🤲 right here pls

oh boy cross. oh boy cross.

(age difference - 22/32)

mickey and mandy live together and are really close to the handful of neighbors on their street (all ages/personalities/occupations). like they've formed this family and spend a lot of time together. it's so normal for them to eat dinner together during the week that they have a rotation on who hosts and cooks. lil commune, almost.

this new guy moves into the empty house next to mickey and mandy and everyone's kinda ehhh about it until they start introducing themselves one by one. mandy gets a call from Joan two houses down and is on for a LONG time. when she gets off and comes into the living room it's with some scalding gossip for mickey. the new neighbor is apparently a total dreamboat and the kindest mf on the planet and mandy declares that she's going over to welcome him IMMEDIATELY.

when she comes back she is BUZZING with how charming and funny and down to earth this guy is and mickey is all uh huh...yup...etc. because surely this is just female hysteria (mickey you can't say that). but then he actually meets ian. idk how. idk when. running into him coming home from work? idk. and like.......wow, god damn the ladies were not kidding. dude may have a decade on him but he's all built and strong and has a beard and glasses and possibly worst of all, he's very nice. very charming. but all the fawning behind the scenes is really getting on mickey's nerves, so it kind of taints it a little.

yada yada yada oh my god ian is coming to dinner. Joan has invited him into their little circle. it goes really well and everyone gets along really good and mickey's just sitting there wondering how one man can look so impossibly hot while sheepishly dodging stray compliments. eventually theyre cleaning up and it's somehow just mickey and ian and it's nice. it's really comfortable. ian is really cool and has good advice from that extra decade.

time jump. lots of dinners and hanging out with the group. one night mickey hits up his other gay friend and they secretly go to the gay bar a little past the city limit. mickey's still in the closet, even to mandy, so he needs these nights to just like...exist. him and the friend are getting drunk as fuck. mickey is laughing and goes to wobble his way to the bathroom and accidentally runs into this tall dude who turns around and ope! guess who it is! uh oh! but is it uh oh? because mickey may be getting outted, but ian's also here for the same reason. and they're kinda just standing there for a second, their smiles falling and their brains turning with this new information, and then ian gets pulled back along track by someone.

next dinner. everyone is very normal and fine but ian and mickey are chomping at the bit. when dinner's over, mickey practically drags ian into another room and goes through the whole "you can't tell anybody, alright? nobody knows" song and dance. and ian is like "yeah no of course not. and i hope that would extend to me too." and they make a pact that this knowledge will stay between them.

which is very easy. except for the fact that mickey comes to the realization that oh fuck, they are compatible. oh fuck, he really likes ian as a person. oh fuck, he knows there's that decade between them but he would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat if ian asked him to. which he doesn't. and doesn't. and doesn't. but mickey's getting more and more attracted to him and actually, the whole beard/glasses/life experience thing is really fucking hot to him.

so he starts trying to flirt. starts laying the groundwork. mowing the lawn with his shirt off. asking ian if he wants to work out in the garage together. keeping his bedroom light on while he undresses in front of the window. he even opens it one night when he sees ian's window open too and lets just say...puts on a show, not truly knowing if ian can hear him, but hoping so.

idk how it ends. idk how far it goes. all i know is ian is Very cognizant of the age difference and makes great strides to keep everything at an arm's length. SEXUAL TENSION (bass boosted). but mickey is mickey. and mickey has a lot of fun trying to get ian to fuck him.

#i didnt look this over even once so i hope it's comprehensible #asks

[nishayuro]

Let me be the one - Haikyuu!! Oikawa Tooru

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Angst, hurt with comfort

GN!Reader (They/them pronouns)

A/N: Me and my friends were doing karaoke while drinking yesterday and my friend suggested that I sing this song and this morning I had the idea of Oikawa with this and I am sobbing

Synopsis: When given the choice between you or volleyball, Oikawa makes the decision that could make or break you.

“Somebody told me you were leavin', I didn't know, Somebody told me you're unhappy, But it doesn't show”

Oikawa knew that volleyball was close to everything for him. His life revolved around volleyball and his team. With his determination to get to nationals in his final year of high school, he puts all his time in practice, including his time with you.

You and Oikawa have been together since the start of 2nd year, him being your friend before that. You naturally understood his passion for the sport and supported him all the way, but with Seijoh’s loss against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh prelims, his final chance at nationals is around the corner with spring tournaments coming up, he became more distant. 

You understand his desperation with each practice, but it came to the point where he’d forget you even existed. Oikawa knows you as an understanding partner, but he doesn’t know how much more you can take. It was when he found out from Iwaizumi the next day that you were actually waiting for him after practice because he promised that he’d walk you home. 

“Nobody told me you've been cryin' Every night, Nobody told me you'd been dyin' But didn't want to fight”

“You know, you need to get your priorities straight. I know nationals is important to you, to the whole team, but is it really worth it if you lose Y/N over it?” Iwaizumi told him, staying late with him after practice. “Huh? What’s y/n have to do with this?” Oikawa asked, glancing at his best friend before doing a serve. 

“I mean, you kinda left them in the cold yesterday, they were waiting for you outside the gym, and said you promised that you’d walk them home… something about it being your monthsary or something.” Iwaizumi answered. Oikawa’s eyes widened at the realization. “Fuck…” he said.

“Yeah, figured you forgot. I told them to just go home, you were too in the zone yesterday, even I couldn’t get you away from the net.” Iwaizumi added. “What… what did they say about it…” Oikawa asked, voice lingering with a sense of dread. “We didn’t talk about it much, it seemed like they wanted time to think so I just let them, but honestly, you’ve been distant with them for months, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got tired of you making them your least priority.” Iwaizumi stated, standing up and walking towards their things.

It's been a week since you’ve seen Oikawa, with spring high qualifiers approaching more and more by day, the less time he’d have for you, the most you’d get are a few good morning or good night texts but that’s it. It was draining, and you can’t even talk to him about it because you can’t even find time to meet him. 

“I-I don’t know anymore… I miss him, it hurts that I feel like I'm just second to that damn sport…” you tell your brother, Issei, who is your boyfriend’s team mate. “I don’t think I can do this anymore…I love Tooru, I really do, but everyday without him is just too much for me. But I don’t know how to break up with him. I’m scared that if I do it suddenly, he’s gonna lose focus with his training and all that, but what about how I feel? I don’t know anymore, Issei.” you admit to him. 

“Nobody told me that you fell out of love from me, So I'm settin' you free”

“Oi, Oikawa.” Issei marches up to his captain, “yeah?” Oikawa asked. “I’m gonna say this once, and one time only. You need to set your priorities straight, Y/N is an understanding person, but don’t take that for granted. I’m gonna need you to pick between them or volleyball, because I can see that you can’t do both at the same time without messing one up.” Issei says, voice laced with seriousness, causing Oikawa to freeze. 

“They’re… they’re getting tired, aren’t they?” he asked, in a small voice. Issei gives a reluctant nod, Oikawa looks down for a few seconds, before giving a sigh and looking at his teammate once again, “Sorry, don’t worry, I'll set things straight.” Oikawa answers. 

“Let me be the one to break it up, So you won't have to make excuses, We don't need to find a set up where, Someone wins and someone loses, We just have to say our love was true, But has now become a lie, So I'm tellin' you I love you one last time And goodbye”

In the cold evening air, Oikawa asks to meet you. “Y/N…” “Tooru…” you both say at the same time. “Issei told me…” he started. “Oh…don’t worry about that! It’s just me overthinking things” you explain. “He said I need to set my priorities. And Y/N, I love you, but…” Oikawa starts, “Nationals has been my dream since I was young, and this is my last attempt…” he continues, you nod. “Yeah, I get that. But I don’t mind, really!” you force, you know where this is going, and like you told your brother, you don’t know what you want to happen. “Y/N… please, you’re hurting. I love you, so I can’t let you suffer because of my selfishness. I want to get this achievement, and as much as I’d want you to be there with me, I can’t prioritize you right now. It’s shitty of me, I know, hate me all you want. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Oikawa finishes, eyes watery, but he knew he was doing this so you don’t have to. 

“Okay… goodluck with spring highs, even if we’re not together anymore, I’ll still be supporting you.” you said, tears in your eyes. “Goodbye, Tooru” you say and give him a final hug. 

“Somebody told me you still love me, I don't know why. Nobody told me that you only, Needed time to fly. Somebody told me that you want to come back when our love is real again” 

It's over. Aoba Johsai lost against Karasuno, ending Oikawa’s dream of entering the national stage. He was devastated, he felt like he lost everything, and maybe he did. He sacrificed everything, he sacrificed his wonderful relationship with you and it still wasn’t enough. He has never regretted a decision before. 

He still loved you, never once since the break up did he stop. So when he saw you and Issei walking towards him, he was doing his best to restrain himself from clinging onto you and asking you to come back. 

“Look, I don’t know if this is the right time for this. It’s probably not, but I cannot stand you both moping around. So talk this out, the game is over.” Issei says, leaving you with the brown haired male.

“Hey… long time no talk…” he says, “yeah, uh… sorry about the game, you played well. Honestly, thought you’d win.” you say, still not used to the awkwardness. “Yeah…” he answers, pondering if he should do it. “So, how have you been?” he asked. “Good, I guess… still the same person.” you answer. Oikawa took a deep breath, and stood up. “Hey, Y/N… what if I told you that I still love you…” he whispered to himself, but enough for you to hear. “W-what…?” your shocked expression was a sight for the brunette.

 “Y/n, since we broke up, never once did I stop thinking about you, if that was the right decision, if that's what I really needed, if that's what we really needed” he started. “The tournament is over for Aoba Johsai, nationals is just a distant dream for me right now. I lost in volleyball, I don’t think I can bear to truly lose you. It was shitty of me to pick volleyball over you, you who has been nothing but supportive of me. You who was there for me, and yet I took that for granted.” he took your hands in his. “So please, take me back. I’ll better myself, I’ll be better for you.” He begs. You’re still in shock, “I-Tooru…” You hesitate. “Do you still love me?” he interrupted, “yes, i never stopped.” You answered, without hesitation, this time.

“We can work together through this test or we can work through it apart, I just need to get this off my chest, That you will always have my heart”

“Then please give me one more chance.” He asks again, “Okay. Okay Tooru.” You answer, giving a smile. His face lit up, caging you into a tight hug, earning giggles from you. “I love you so much.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you too, so so much.” you answered. 

From a distance, Issei and Iwaizumi were looking at the both of you, “Thank god they’re back together. I can’t stand another rant from Y/N” Issei comments, “yeah, I can’t go another whine from shittykawa about missing Y/N” Iwaizumi adds. 

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[nytb]

Car Troubles

You grew up in Barcelona, played football as a kid but as you got older, life got in the way so you chose a more traditional work-life. Having worked in your family's garage for the past 3 years, you were in line to be the owner soon enough.

One day, a particular tatted blonde girl made her way to your garage. You were working on a BMW coupe as you bopped to the music playing on your headphones.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. "WOah- " you yelled turning around and facing the woman. She laughed and immediately apologised "Sorry, there was nobody at reception" she stated "I saw you and tried my luck".

"It's all good" you shook it off "What can I help you with" you said as you wiped your hands with a towel. The defender, who was now staring at your arms started to stutter.

"Um- my car" she pointed out to the driveway "I made.. an appointment" she added. You laughed at the awkwardness as you walked towards the car "So, your car. Having a specific problem or are you here for maintenance?" you asked.

Luckily for the defender, the secretary called you over, explaining what the appointment was about.

You made your way to the blonde with a set of keys in hand "Here, the keys for your replacement car" you said as you handed the keys to the woman.

Mapi's face frowned almost immediately "It's going to take that long?"she asked embarrassed that she didn't know the answer. "No no" You laughed at the defender's panic.

"Come by by the end of the day and it should be ready for ya" you added relieving her worries "Make sure not to crash it" you joked pointing at the replacement car, giving the defender a wink before you made your way back to the garage.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You managed to fix the BMW's leak problem before finishing the defender's car.

When Mapi arrived to pick her car up, the secretary was once again nowhere to be seen. The blonde woman decided to repeat her morning sequence.

She walked into the garage, spotting you under a Volkswagen Golf, she gently tapped your foot.

"Well aren't you making this a habit" you joked as you got out from under the car.

The defender laughed before she introduced herself "I guess so, it would only be fair if you at least knew my name" she laughed "Mapi" the defender added reaching your hand for a handshake "Y/N" you replied.

For the next couple of weeks, the defender's car seemed to have a lot of issues.

"Damn I thought we fixed it" you stated as Mapi got out of the car "I'm happy to see you too" the defender joked, stealing a soft smile from you.

"In my business, not seeing the client this often is a good thing" you said defeated by the defender's car "What happened this time?" you asked, ready for the worst.

This time, Mapi had made a promise. This time, she wouldn't make some sad excuse up.

Well, this wasn't the time. "It's making a weird noise" she mumbled, escaping out of her original plan.

"Let's take it out for a spin shall we" an offer the defender wouldn't pass on.

The drive only proved one thing: the car was running as smooth as ever. Leaving one question, why did it keep making it's way into your garage...

It didn't take you long to figure it out.

"You ever gonna tell me why you keep visiting my shop when you have a perfectly working car?"

The question shocked the defender, hell, it even shocked you.

"I- I um" the defender mumbled, trying to make an excuse up. The fact that she had your eyes on her didn't make the task any easier. "The other day-" the defender started to lie through her teeth.

"Well actually" the defender gave up "I've been trying to ask you out" she confessed.

You could only laugh "I figured as much", a bit of a self-centred reply. "The stack of mechanical bills has gotten quite big huh" you joked earning you a slight slap from the defender.

"Yeah, this might be the most expensive first date I've had" Mapi stated, clearly too ahead of herself.

"You've had?" you repeated "Now don't go celebrating something you haven't gotten yet"

#woso imagine #woso #woso x reader #mapi leon imagine #fc barcelona woso #fc barcelona femeni #mapi leon x reader

[itsjaywalkers]

Drabble ask game!

Jegulus

65? Angst 😋

sure nonnie!! i'm always down for some angst <3

hmm let's see let's see

65. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"Oh, don't even. I know what you're fucking doing right now and it's not gonna work."

Regulus raises both eyebrows in mock surprise, letting his lips curl into a derisive smile. He looks James up and down, eyes narrowed, and relishes in the pleasing tingle he gets under his skin at the way the other man clenches his jaw.

It didn't use to be like this. It used to be desperate hands and hungry mouths, dark eyes and panting breaths. It used to be lingering kisses pressed into his forehead, interlaced fingers, and whispered conversations in the dead of the night.

Now it's anger. Resentment. Lies and neverending arguments. Waking up in opposite sides of the bed and avoidant gazes.

James still fucks him, and it's as passionate, as needy. Maybe even more so. But now it's filled with fury, too. With something too close to hatred. Like James wants him, wants him still, wants him forever, but despises the fact that he does, that he always will.

Regulus isn't sure of what happened to them.

Well. He supposes that he did.

"And what am I doing, James?" he questions coldly, ugly grin still in place. "Since you know me so well."

"I do. I do, but in moments like this, I wish I fucking didn't," the other man retorts, chuckling without any amusement. "You're trying to push my buttons, get me angry and get me mean, so you can go and play the victim afterwards."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really. You've never learnt how to be anything else. You avoid confrontation like your life fucking depends on it, and when that doesn't work, you lash out until you make me snap. That way, you only have to lie down and take it."

Regulus grits his teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides. "You speak as if I actually have to make the effort. I don't get you mean, James, you are mean. You've always been. Cruelty comes so easy to you it actually scares me sometimes."

James takes a step forward, face contorted into so much rage Regulus can barely recognise him. He knows he'd never, but sometimes Regulus wishes he'd raise his hand. Walk over that damn line.

He thinks it'd make things easier. Or, if nothing else, at least a lot less painful.

"I think you're mistaking me with you."

Regulus laughs at that. Actually laughs. It sounds wrong, and weak, and like a ticking bomb about to explode.

"We both know that's not true," he sighs once he manages to calm down a little. "I bet you wish it were, though."

"I'm not the bad guy here, Reg," James hisses, towering threateningly over him. "It's you. It's always you. You're the one who keeps ruining this, ruining us."

I know, I know. I'm sorry. I've no idea what to do with good things. I ruin everything I touch. This is the only way I can love.

And yet, you won't leave me.

Please, never leave me.

"Of course, I'm the problem. How could it ever be you? Perfect James Potter. Has never done anything wrong in his goddamn life." Regulus snorts, full of scorn, and shakes his head. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

James bares his teeth. "And how do you see me, huh?"

Loving. Kind. Caring. Too fucking good for your own good.

Ruined.

"Selfish. Violent. Arrogant and cruel," he says instead, offering the other side of the coin. True, regardless, but not what Regulus really means to tell him now. It's too late to stop, though. "A poor excuse of a man who'd do anything to feel loved because he's a fucking nobody when he isn't being adored."

Regulus thinks this will be it. Hopes it will be it.

But then James is smiling down at him, nasty and downright mean, and it begins again, without having properly ended in the first place.

And that's the issue, isn't it?

There isn't an end to them. Regulus isn't sure if he feels more relieved or horrified at the notion at this point.

These days, both things feel kind of the same.

#silly little drabbles #jegulus my beloveds #sorry?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello 👋🏼 giving my recent Cult of the Lamb brainrot. Could you write for Narinder/ The one who waits meating a young child reader whom forms part of the cult comforting him and helping him adjust to his new life in the cult.

Note: This takes place after the Lamb defeat Narinder, maybe one or two days after he joined the cult.

Aw yay!! First Cult of the Lamb request!

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'Never have I felt so humiliated by that damned lamb..making me toil in the hot sun. Ordering me around like a-'

"You know our gracious leader can read minds. I wouldn't make such a grumpy face around them."

Narinder's ears perked at the new voice. This one sounded much younger than the majority of the cult members. Sure, some of them had higher-pitched voices. But this was a child’s for sure.

And he was right when he looked down and saw you, the youngest in the cult, dressed in similar red robes.

Your bravery in speaking to him--let alone approaching him--was a surprise considering his reputation. He was the bishop of death, the very figure that the Lamb made their acolytes worship..now reduced to a humble servant. 

This life was still very new for him, as he lived here for only a single day thus far. And he was surprised at how welcoming the cult was. Of course, not many dared to question their leader’s choice to spare him...but it didn’t stop others from dissenting and spreading rumors, or just simply being terrified of him.

Amazingly, you weren’t among those people. You were gazing up at him. No fear in your eyes whatsoever.

But your remark didn’t stop him from scoffing loudly, feeling utterly insulted by the reminder. 

Had that damned lamb sent you here to taunt him? 

Did they expect he’ll let you get away with it just because you were a child? 

Was this a test?

“Of course I know that, little morsel.” He huffed. “I’m the one who gave them that power. How I wish to rip that crown off their head and reclaim what was once mine..”

You tilted your head, pouting slightly. “I wouldn’t say that out loud, The One Who Waits-”

“I don’t care what they think!!” His teeth became bared, eyes glowing red, though he did calm down shortly after as he sighed and stared at you. You barely even flinched. “..does it not bother you?”

“What doesn’t?”

“That you’re not even safe inside your own head? That your precious “leader” can see into your mind at any time? Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Not really.” You shrugged. “When I first joined, they found out I was hungry before I said anything.”

"Wait? You weren’t..born here?” Narinder muttered with a raised eyebrow, now curious about your past. “Since when did the Lamb decide to indoctrinate children?”

"Oh! Well um..I’m the first and only kid for now.”

“And..how did they fully persuade you?”

“In my old cult, we had to go out into the Lands to find our food. I prayed for a safe trip and good meals, but...those prayers only got me seeds and grassy gruel for dinner.”

“Even children had to fend for themselves?” He blinked. For a moment he almost pitied you. The Lands of the Old Faith were very harsh--even adults struggled to scavenge and return home safely.

“Yep. I had bad luck. I was so hungry all the time, I felt like Heket placed a curse on me..even after she was gone.” You sighed, before perking up with a smile. “So I left and met the Lamb. They looked at me for only a moment and took me to their temple. I was too scared to say anything, but..next thing I knew..bam! There was a huge feast!”

“Ah, yes..we do have plenty of those here.”

“I got to eat actual food!” The memories made you beam with pride and renewed faith in your leader. “Nobody knew my name at the time, and yet they treated me like family. When I asked the Lamb how they knew, they just said they could read minds and saw my suffering."

“And so you agreed to join this cult for the rest of your days?”

“Yep! It truly is the best cult.”

“Huh, well...food is such a simple temptation.” Narinder remarked, grimacing at the rumbling of his stomach. “And I hate how even I have fallen for it..how I hunger in this pathetic mortal shell.” Placing a paw over it, he looked away from you in shame. “To require sustenance, sleep, and..the outhouses every single day?? It almost feels cruel that they’ve subjected me to such a life..”

He couldn’t believe he was venting to, of all people, a kid about this. He was once the kind of beast whom children your age would have nightmares of.

But instead of feeling fear, you expressed interest in making conversation with him. Even being comfortable enough to share your backstory.

“I don’t think it’s cruel. It’s just...new to you since you were uh..chained-up for so long. But you’ll get used to it. I promise it’s not that bad.” You did your best to comfort him. “Our leader wants all of us to have a good life here. Even you and the Witnesses.”

He was silent for a few long moments as he gazed back at you. His face was stoic, yet he was awestruck by the wisdom you offered for your age. You had the tale and confidence in being a preacher some day..he could certainly envision that.

But he didn’t wish to burden you with his gripes any further..now that he realized you approached him on your own with good intent. 

So he sighed, offering you the faintest of smiles. “Hmph, well I shall see how “good” life is here among you mortals.” 

And that was all he said before going back to his work.

You were satisfied with the chat and hummed a small tune as you left him alone, happy that you’ve turned his attitude around a little bit.

He may not admit it for a long while, but you had a feeling he’ll love it here and see that the Lamb made the right choice.

#wholesome moments? yes please #clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #the one who waits #cotl narinder #child reader #platonic #fluff #cult of the lamb spoilers

[web-spinning]

hey are u comfortable writing some comfort/praise fic involving Zevlor x transmasc reader? sfw or less so is up to yr discretion i just love that old man and wish we could make each other feel better

"Under The Oak"- Zevlor x Transmasc! Reader

Tw.: dysphoria mentioned, blood mentioned.

Cheers were heard as soon as you informed the tieflings the area is safe and there are no goblins left standing. They fell into each other's arms, patted themselves on the backs, happy to finally be free.

From the danger, from the druids, from Hell...

And yet, seeing them happy didn't make you excited. You couldn't feel their happiness. With a wave of a hand, you excused yourself from the spotlight and retreated deeper into the grove.

Once you found a nice oak tree, planted near the beach most likely by the druids, you sat down under it. You noticed some goblin blood still on your clothes.

A hero, huh? You bit your lips.

It was amazing to see the tieflings happy. But your mind still traveled to a scene from the goblin camp.

The battle was going smoothly, especially with Halsin on your side; those foul creatures were never exactly the brightest, no matter how sharp their axes were.

You were just about to hit one (with an arrow or perhaps a spell) when you tripped. As you fell to the ground, a small yelp escaped your mouth. You don't exactly know who, all you know the next thing that followed was a chuckle from one of your companions. "Come on, don't be such a girl!"

Those words meant nothing to them, merely a small tease, but they hit you like an arrow made of steel. You thought you were passed this; that you could finally live as yourself, that nobody would question you.

Yet, here you were. Close to breaking down because someone called you a girl.

Before you could indulge deeper into your thoughts, you heard footsteps right behind the tree. Assuming it was just a druid passing by you paid it no mind until the owner of the noise sat down right next to you.

"Something on your mind?" the man's sharp voice turned your attention to him. "I was hoping to thank the saviour of my people personally. But they told me he'd ran off"

You smiled at him sadly. His rough features were alluring, his shiny eyes piercing through you.

"It's nothing" you lied. He should be out there, celebrating with his people, not trying to comfort you.

"I've seen enough pain in my life to recognize it. The druid Halsin is a great healer, or at least the druids say so. He owes you this much for saving him" Zevlor said, looking concerned.

"It's not something even an archdruid can heal" you explained, looking away from him. The tiefling fell silent, but you could feel him shifting closer towards you.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Your heart dropped for a moment. Of course you did! But you didn't want to risk to see remorse in his eyes.

"We don't have to" he continued, seeing as you kept silent.

"Zevlor...have you ever met a man who was once a woman?" You began, trying to sugarcoat it as much as possible.

"The real question is who I haven't met during my time in Hell" he chuckled "But yes, I suppose I could say I did".

You looked back at him. He was very close now.

"What...how did they make you feel?"

"Is there a way I'm supposed to feel about them? They were just another soldier like me, nothing special if I do say so myself. Some of their techniques lacked, they were too careless. But you. You're not careless. Don't get it wrong, but I would even call you stubborn...but please, do get to the point. Why would you ask me about something like this?"

"...because I am one. And today, someone I know made a snarky remark about me acting girlish in combat. And it hurts so damn much to feel like no matter how hard you try to avoid it, your past self will always bite back at you" you tried explaining.

He moved his hand closer to yours, looking at you for permission. You let him take your hand, and he began to caress it slowly.

"I won't lie it's a surprise to hear that. You must one of the bravest and manliest people I've met since my years as a Hell rider" he said, smiling at you. "You're quite the...impressive person"

"You really think so?"

"Yes. Excuse me if this is inappropriate for someone...my age, but you must know you're also quite handsome" he said, and looked away for a moment as he said the last part. Even on his red skin you could see a small blush on his cheeks. You smiled at him. Who knew the old and brave Hellrider could get embarrassed complementing someone?

"Did you just call yourself old?" You chuckled at him. "And are you...blushing?"

"Who wouldn't blush around a man like that" he played it off, winking at you. "Please know I am honest. You're a very handsome and capable man, but also a great fighter. Me and my people owe you a debt"

"It was just a few goblins..."

"And they could slaughter us on our way to Baldur's Gate" he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm afraid we can't pay it off to you, we don't exactly have the means. But I promise I will remember to recompense it to you in the future. I think the druids owe you something too, especially after you freed their leader"

You looked at the tiefling, seeing how his gaze pierced you made your heart skip a few beats. An idea appeared in your head.

"I've got an idea how you can pay off your debt to me" you said, taking his other hand into yours. They were raw, clearly owned by a man who worked his whole life.

"Yes?" He asked, a small spark in his bright eyes.

You leaned in further, now almost in his lap. His mouth opened, but he didn't protest.

"Kiss your savior" you smirked at him. The tiefling smiled as his tail wrapped around your torso.

He laid down and pushed you down on him. Without thinking much, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. They were thin and felt hot; something natural for tieflings you figured.

He didn't let go of your hands as he let you taste him. His tail tightened around your torso, the ending picking at your skin.

The two of you entangled in a passionate kiss for a few seconds, before you let go to take a few breaths.

"Payment accepted?" Zevlor smirked at you. He let go of your hands and took your chin between his fingers."I feel like we could go a few more rounds"

Without replying, you let him guide your head towards his, your lips entangling once more.

There was a long evening ahead the two of you.

#Baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 fanfiction

[maehemthemisfit]

MIkey Crush headcanons? GN!Reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ pairing: mikey x gn!reader ࿐ྂ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ warnings: fluff and oblivious pinning, mentions of death ࿐ྂ

⇢ ˗ˏˋ masterlist ࿐ྂ

Mikey is so blindly in love that it hurts... more so everyone around him who has to bear witness to his lovesick attitude

But what really hurts the most is how oblivious he is to his own emotions, or better yet, the concept of love itself

He's never really seen himself with an s/o or starting his own family. Anytime he thinks about the future, he's just surrounded by friends and their own children, merely happily existing in their lives and he seems fine with that simple lovely daydream

Never once in his life has he thought about what it might be like to have that domestic life... well, that was until you came into the picture.

Whatever brought you into his world and made fate steer your paths together, it'd have to be a few times before he finally took interest.

Whether he happened to see something you did or if you had a more personal and close experience with him, whatever it was you did, it surely caught his interest

It wasn't a crush at first... more like innocent curiosity or nearing admiration

He was more subtle in the beginning, short glances, brief greetings and such

And then it became more to the point Draken and Mitsuya picked up his behavior.

Staring almost in a dreamily way, holding longer conversations even if you two knew nothing about each other, actually interested when your name is brought up in a conversation, oh and let's not forget him ReMemBeRiNg things about you that anyone else would have easily forgotten. 😳

Nobody really commented on it until it started getting out of hand

Mikey would have ✨m o o d s w i n g s✨ and everyone but him understood why

He's all happy, giddy, practically bouncing off the walls when you're in his presence. Then immediately after you leave, he's all mopey and annoyed

You know it's bad if he loses his appetite for food

OKAY DRAKEN GET TO WORK 👏🏾

At this point, the entire gang knows about Mikey's little crush, but the worse thing about it... is that the two of you are barely acquaintances 💀

So, when Draken tries to explain to Mikey how he should probably befriend you considering he has a cr-

"KEN-CHIN THATS A GREAT IDEA!! I'm pretty sure Hina's tired of me stealing her boyfriend all the time."

"N-No that's not what I'm-"

Annnd he's gone. God give Draken the strength he's on his 12th reason

And guess what? He doesn't even ask you, deadass just declares you're his friend while the whole gang facepalms 😒💢 That idiot...

Well, at least you're friends now so that could ease his attitude...

It does for a while, until he starts getting jealous when he sees Takemichi around you more often (totally not because you're vital in Mikey's future or anything)

He's grumpy about it, but at the same time not really aware why he's mad about it because it's just his two friends hanging out! what's so bad about that? Everything's fine and- why are they laughing together?? What's funny? What did he say??

He really pulls a >:(

Bro chill, that's not yo s/o

"Earth to Mikey? Hello?" "Huh..?" "You done sending death glares at michi?"

He's so confused... poor boi. He has the best intentions tho

Of course michi noticed his friend's stare, damn near felt the daggers that Mikey gazed at him. So michi lowkey drops the tea on your likes and interests (some info he got from the future- best wingman!) and tells Mikey maybe he should yk... ask you out?

Ask out... as a friend right?

He didn't get the memo... chile help this man

This part is dedicated to my future mikey x reader series so here's some exclusive hcs

Mikey won't ask you out. At this point he knows he "likes" you, but not in the yk "like like love" typa way, so he's still oblivious (i mean you both are to an extent)

One of the cutest things he'll do is take you out on these unofficial dates.

Its not really a date, but its not really hanging out either.

He'll take you to either his or your favorite place.

Stargazing, watching the sunset, gang meetings, late night drives in the middle of the night, out to eat- you name it

I think with each "date" he just falls for you even harder, especially if you reciprocate some sort of feeling back like comforting him and touching him affectionately, he just melts in your embrace and absentmindedly smiles at the thought of you, sometimes mid fight or drive which is dangerous as hell and Baji often has to shake him out of it.

He really could be mid rocking somebody's shit and then he thinks about you and instantly leaves to go find you, like there isn't an all-out brawl going on.

The nail's set in the coffin when he shares his dorayaki/taiyaki with you, even pah does a double take (yes he's late, but even he realized before Mikey)

If you do anything domestic for this boy like giving him a bento, he's a flustered mess

"W-What's all this for, (n/n)?" "Oh, I just noticed you haven't eaten all day so I made you this!" "Wait, y-you made it? For... me?"

Mikey.exe stopped working

Don't worry, he reboots after a while and pretends like nothing happened and everybody's like :0 bitch...what? And he's like "Isn't (n/n) the best?" :D

*sigh*

I think when he actually realized how deep in love he was, it was probably near/on the anniversary of Shinichiro's death. He'd show up at your door because he was having a really bad day, bruised from a fight he couldn't care less about. He didn't bother knocking, actually, he second guessed visiting you and was about to turn away until you opened the door, bag in hand full of taiyaki's you personally made, and on your way to see him.

Your surprised yet worried filled eyes said everything when you looked at him, ushering him into your home and quickly asking if he was alright, all the while grabbing medical supplies to tend to his wounds.

He wasn't mentally the best in this moment, but somehow your warm smile made everything feel... right.

Your soft touches and the way you placed one of those cutesy band aids over one of his cuts, giving it a kiss and saying it'll heal faster that way. He had to bite his lip to keep from breaking out in tears.

In that moment he just wrapped his arms around you and cried, barely able to speak as he tried to recall his day, the name of his brother being choked out as you held him in your arms, assuring him that you'll always be there, giving him all the care and comfort he could ever wish for.

"Then this... t-his gang was here- and.. a-and shin-" "Shh, it's okay. Take your time. I'm here, i'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"You... promise?"

"Of course, I promise. Forever and always." 💞

And that's when his ideal future changed.

He wouldn't mind you being there with all of his friends, happily laughing and goofing off together.

But of course, it was more than that. It has always been more than that.

Because he loved you and wanted to wake up to you every day and go to sleep with you every night. Suddenly the idea of raising a family with you didn't seem so unrealistic if it meant he could hold you like this forever.

He wanted this with you. Needed this...

Mikey pulled away; tears dried to his face as he looked you over once again, still gripping onto you as if he were to let go... you would vanish before his eyes.

Glistening obsidian eyes traveled down to your lips then back up to your twinkling eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair.

yeah i got carried away...

"(Y/n), I..."

#mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #mikey fluff #tokyorev x reader #mikey imagines #toman x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey hcs #mikey headcanon #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #mikey x you #shinichiro #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #baji #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo manji gang #bonten x reader #headcanons #draken #aesthetic

[yo1gi]

summary: y/n’s family owns a flower shop and chifuyu is in search for a bouquet of flowers.

heads up: a clich�� scenario! lowercase intended, usage of “pretty” not proofread

notes: i want a chifuyu in my life too >:(

flowers for sale!

chifuyu left yet another flower shop with his hands empty, sighing loudly as if he feared nobody could sense the disappointment radiating from him. despite the prominent pout plastered on his face, the yellow haired boy was still determined to find the perfect bouquet of flowers for his beloved mother. he at least needs to get something for her on mother’s day.

“i don’t remember a bouquet being so hard to buy.” he shoved his hands into the pockets of his oversized beige hoodie as he continued wandering along the busy street. fortunately, the lucky boy managed to spot another flower shop at the omcorner. just his luck!

he sprinted towards the shop with high hopes of finding just the right one. with the slight push on the glass door that created a tiny gap, the boy was enthusiastically welcomed by the sweet smell of fresh flowers that wafted gracefully around the brightly illuminated store. like an enchanting song, chifuyu was catapulted the wonderful world of flowers yet again.

he always enjoyed the smell of flowers - it was very soothing and comforting to him. he didn’t really know much about flowers, considering he only recently got into them but he was curious to know that each and every flower had their own meaning to it; he was excited to slowly learn more about them!

“hello, welcome!”

chifuyu’s eyes immediately shifted towards the middle aged man that greeted him with a friendly smile behind the counter of the store which he politely returned with a grin. this was just the place to find those damn flowers.

“what can i help you w-”

“daddd…” a seemingly frustrated voice escaped from the corner of the store, behind tons of elegant flower vases that had various eye-catching flowers nicely arranged in them, “could you help me out here?”

“i can’t right now, we have a customer.” the man replied, glancing towards the awkward boy while giving him a small smile.

“huh…?” you popped your head up curiously behind the pile of items, stretching your neck to get a clearer view of what’s happening. you definitely did not expect a customer at this time of the day, but you immediately stood up to greet them.

“hello! sorry for interrupting, what can we help you with?” although you seemed calm, it was embarrassing for you to abruptly chiming into their conversation, especially if that customer was a handsome one. you felt blood rushed to your ears, a faint pink covering your face just by him looking at you.

what made you even more nervous was the cheeky look your dad was giving you from your peripheral vision.

chifuyu on the other hand, was not much different. he thought you were really pretty, especially with bright delicate flowers in the background that complemented you, as well as soft rays peeping through the crevices of the translucent cream curtains that exposed the lovely glow on your face. he was truly mesmerised.

“hi, uhm…i was just looking to buy a bouquet of flowers for my mom! i can’t seem to find the right one, could you help me with it?”

“yes, of course!” you looked around the store, thinking about what flowers to recommend, “i think i have some in mind, you can come and take a look!”

he’s buying flowers for his mom, how nice!

you brought him around the store, introducing him variations of flowers he could pick, “you could also consider roses, they could never go out of style!”

you patiently waited for his answer, though you understand where he’s coming from - it is a serious matter after all.

“then what flowers do you personally recommend?”

though you were flustered by the question, you felt great about it! you have been really interested in flowers since you were young yet those years of knowledge has never really been put to good use before. plus, it was the first time a stranger had ever asked you that; they would usually just choose and go.

“o-oh! i personally would go for pink carnations as a mother’s day gift. these flowers represent gratitude and love. they’re kinda like my one pick whenever i give flowers to my mom! ” you answered willingly, just excited to be able to share what you know about flowers.

chifuyu smiled at your enthusiasm which made him even more attracted you.

“then can i get a bouquet of pink carnations please.”

you were happy to hear that he followed your suggestion. “okay, i’ll pack it up for you right away!” you replied fervently.

the blue-eyed boy chuckled at your cute antics whilst following you towards the counter after you picked up the flowers you needed.

“uhm…sorry, but could i also get a bouquet of pink tulips?” chifuyu asked while scratching the side of his head, “and also could i write a small message to go with the flower?”

“oh yeah, no problem!” you smiled understandingly.

you didn’t take long arranging those flowers properly in their respective wrapping paper.

“here you go!” you carefully handed both bouquet towards the boy, almost sad you have to bid your goodbyes to the flowers you attentively took care of, “you can just pay by scanning here.” you said as you pointed towards the QR code on the table.

ding!

“thank you so much for buying from us!” you bowed slightly towards the boy, “hope you come again soon!”

you expected the boy to leave after paying but he stood in front of the counter, looking rather nervous?

“erm…t-these flowers are for you!” chifuyu exclaimed, avoiding your eyes whilst moving the bouquet of tulips towards you.

for me? you were stunned to say the least.

without a blink of an eye, the boy took off, leaving the shop with a dark red blush on his face.

you didn’t had the chance to say thank you. you were disappointed of course but what could you do? you could only stare at the flowers with admiration and with the thought of the boy that you didn’t even know the name of.

however, you widened your eyes in anticipation when you see a white piece of paper hidden inside of the bouquet. you immediately took it out and opened it.

“pretty flowers for a pretty girl” your face was once again covered in pink blush at the sudden confession.

you giggled when you say the rest of the cute messages he left.

“call me…only if you want to of course!”

by chifuyu

#chifuyu matsuno #tokyorev chifuyu #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x you #chifuyu imagines #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu best boy #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tr chifuyu #chifuyu x you #chifuyu headcanons

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Bliss

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Plug!SunaXStoner!blackreader

Warnings: Smoking, and cussing.

WC:1.5k

Summary: You decide to hang with Atsumu's friends and one happens to have the best weed you've ever smoked

Genre: I honestly don't know

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You ain’t know what was wrong with you. Probably cause you were high as hell and had the munchies. “Girl lets go you bout high as hell,” currently you were at a party at Atsumu’s house and your bestie ,Kiyoko, was the designated driver and she couldn’t stand seeing you high out your mind while any nigga there would try to take of advantage of you. “Now you know damn well you’re the one that dragged me here. Don’t blame me for enjoying the party in my own way,” you told her scrunching your face up. But, you got up anyway cause ain't no way you bout to listen to her complain and blow your high. The music was fuzzy in your ears and every time you took a step it felt like you were walking on water. Yeah it's time for you to go home.

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Yesterday… was something. You ain't have a headache but almost everything was a blur. Definitely got a little too high. Fuck. “I hope I ain't did something I regret.” Getting up to go get some food you heard your phone somewhere in your sheets. Then after patting down what seems like your whole bed you finally found it and answered the phone call. 

‘YYYY////NNNN’

“Bitch wtf why you moaning my name. You must like me huh,”

‘Girl-’

“ Its aight babygirl I know you luh me. Less fuck then get eloped”

‘Whoa first off I gotta boyfriend so we can’t get eloped second what you need in your life is some dick you horny freaky kinky fuck talking bout marriage and fucking. Girl bye’

“Fuck that nigga Tanaka. I can give so much more but you over here worried bout that bald ass wigga jigga boo.”

‘Whatever I’m loyal to my man. We for real locked in tight like a bootyhole’

“Ew fuck off my phone with that nasty ass shit. Ain't nobody asked what Tanaka’s little freaky ass likes in bed. He prolly like to be fucked instead of doing the fucking.”

‘Shut the fuck up’

“You shut the fuck up”

‘Aight I gotta go I luh you’

“Aight I love you too”

Hanging up the phone you saw a big tittied bitch getting fucked  from the back. Woah. Your horny ass forgot to exit out of it yesterday “Damn I guess I do need dick in my life,” Closing the tab and heading downstairs you decided to make yourself some toast with hella butter cause that shit be hitting different when you first wake up. As you turned on the TV and got ready to chill for the rest of the day. You got a text message from Kiyoko.

Be ready in 30 mins We going to atsumus to hang   Why i need to go???? Cause Tanaka wanna go and i dont wanna b by myself Plus you know them That doesnt mean i wanna go There’ll be weed. Dam u makin me seem like a feen  Add in food and ill go Bet.

Groaning you got up and turned off the tv. After finishing your toast you went to get ready and chose a cute little outfit cause Atsumu be having fine ass friends. It was a spiderman crop top with jeans and your favorite spiderman beanie. You was looking mad cute but not like you was trying to hard. Cause you aint stunting no-mf-body. BEEP BEEP. “COME ON BITCH LETS GO,” the ghetto. You grabbed your bag and hurried to get your stuff. “Charger, phone, keys, pen, wallet, headphones” you told yourself going down the checklist of things you always put in your bag before you leave the house. You turned all the lights off and headed for the car after locking the door on your way out. “You know you coulda just texted me right,” 

“Yeah but I didn’t want to”

Straight facing  her you then nodded to Tanaka in the rearview mirror and closed the car door. No matter how much shit you talked about Tanaka you knew he was a cool dude yall just like to mess with each other hella. You put your headphones on and enjoyed the ride.

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Before even walking through the doors you were hit with the smell of za. There wasn’t a lot of people, maybe like 8 and you only knew 3 of them. Didn’t really matter though cause they were to high too notice you for real. 

“Y/N!”

Well now they did. Atsumu’s loud ass had to yell your name. Bro don’t ever know how to talk swear, you awkwardly waved and sat on the couch closest to the door.  “What’er you doin here? I ain't knew you were coming, if I did ya know I woulda gotten ready or whateva,” he was high as fuck whenever you two would get high together he always would be a flirt way more than he usually was. That's why you stopped smoking with him. He was a little too flirty for your liking. “Boy please ain't nobody worried bout you. Where’s your brother?” you told him casually brushing him off and changing the subject. “He’s in the kitchen where he always is. But you tryna roll up?”  

This tall green eyed dude cleared his throat while looking at Atsumu with his face scrunched up. He was fine like something you never seen before. His tattoo’s were hot as hell in the lighting. It looked like a whole story on his arm and you wanted to ask about it but decided not to. And his eyes were somehow fox-like and the lips. God the lips. At this point you were just checking him out. Literally from the piercings lining his ears to his uncreased forces. 

“Y/N!”

Slowly tuning back into the conversation and looking at Atsumu you asked him “Why you always yelling?” 

“Maybe its cause you over there eye fucking Suna instead of paying attention,” he told you while taking a hit from the blunt. “Just cause I was looking that way doesn’t mean I was checking him out.  Jealousy isn’t a good look on you booboo now what do you want,” you said rolling your eyes. Honestly on the inside you were embarrassed hella cause who wouldn’t be. “Well I was gonna ask if you wanna roll up,” you turned back to ‘Suna’, looked him in the eyes and asked “If it's ok with you..”

He nodded and took another hit, eyes not leaving yours. Fuck. He was fine as hell. Atsumu passed you the tray which already had everything you needed on it. Then you were in your zone, starting grinding, pouring, then rolling it all up. His eyes stayed on you. You felt it and with chase Atlantic playing in the background it made the vibe feel even better. Next thing you knew you licked the paper and closed the ends. You did pretty damn good for it being on the spot. “Roller gets first hit,” some white haired dude said tossing you the lighter. You said thanks while putting the blunt between your lips and lighting it. 

Holy shit.

 After 3 good hits and 30 minutes you were already up there. It felt as if your whole body was tingling and you knew if you were to get up you’d probably stumble a little bit. “Is this shit laced?” you said to nobody in particular.

“Nah, Suna’s shit is just strong,” the white haired dude said laughing and shaking his head.

Then as if  he teleported in an apron Osamu called your name. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here,”

You smiled up at him “ Yeah I knew you were in there cooking and I ain’t wanna bother you,” he kissed his teeth and then rolled his eyes.

Gesturing for you to get up he said “You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit next time come say hi. And gimmie a hug,”  You got up ,without stumbling, and gave him a big hug. You and Osamu were mad cool like literally yall would meet almost every week.

“How come you don’t greet me like that when I come through the door?” it was the white haired dude who said that. You ain't know who the fuck that nigga was.

“Whatever, ignore him. Did Atsumu already introduce everybody?” You looked at Atsumu who was scratching his head and then shook your head no.

After he introduced everybody you had the munchies and wanted the food Kiyoko promised. But looking over you saw that she was knocked out on Tanaka’s shoulder.  You put your headphones on and got up to go get some food low-key annoyed at the fact that you had to get up. You went to get water from the fridge and put some onigiri on a paper towel. Then sat on the counter as you got Brent Faiyaz pulled up. Whenever you were high you had to listen to music cause it felt like a journey that no one else could experience. Like the artist was talking specifically for you and only you. And Brent did that every time. So, it was just you swinging your legs on the counter while eating your onigiri while the music pulled you into a certain bliss that couldn't be replicated from anything else.

"Excuse me," you paused your chewing and stopped swinging your legs. It felt almost like a record scratch because the voice was deep as hell. You're gazed trailed from his feet to his eyes, it was obvious you were checking him out but, you were too high to give a fuck. "Excuse me," he said once again.

This time you answered, "Do you need something?" you asked while tilting your head and taking an earbud out.

He licked his lips and made his way to you "I was wondering if you wanted to come around next time we did something like this," now he was crossing his arms and leaning against the counter in front of you. He was confident. But, you couldn't tell if he was naturally like this or if the weed was a big factor of the way he was acting now. Fuck it, you thought. He was fine as hell but, you don't wanna seem easy.

"I don't know, I mean I don't even know you," you told him sweeping your eyes over his mouth "and if I do pull up. Will I have to pay? I don't wanna smoke up all your shit, that would be rude." This time you were staring at him in his eyes. Just like yours they were red and low. You knew what you were doing and so did he.

He smirked and said "As long as you roll up there wouldn't be a problem. I'm always the one rolling up it'd be nice for there to be a change."

You shrugged, "I'll think about it," telling him as you resumed kicking your legs. He pushed himself off the counter and in 2 strides was in front of you. He crouched down to your eye level and leaned forward to your ear.

"I don't think you understand," he was so close you could hear his mouth move "I want you there," his scent was overwhelming. You took a deep breath which caused your chest to press into him. You weren't wearing a bra. He noticed too, you could tell by the whisper of his laugh.

You brought your hand to his neck and slid it up to his hair. He moved his head away from your ear and stared at you, eye to eye. You bit your lip and clutched his hair at the nape of his neck.

Then tugging it lightly you told him, "I said, I'll think about it, I don't give a damn if you want me there or not." You gently pushed him back and jumped off the counter, then made your way back into the living room.

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AN: Are yall messing with this? And should I make this into a series?

Cause I feel like only a little bit was really Sunaxblackreader.

#anime x black y/n #anime x reader #x black reader #suna x reader #suna x blackreader #suna x black y/n #sunaxblackreader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x black y/n #suna x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #stoner suna #stonersuna x blackreader #stoner suna x black y/n #stonersuna x y/n #stonersuna x reader