#i want to hold him foreverrrr

[jaakey]

his eyesss r soooo beautifullll 💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭 and his eyelashehssss bruh ure actualyyyy having a laugh i wanna cry

#brown eyes realsltyyyyyy get me so bad #hes soooo BEAUTIFULLLLL ITS ACTUALLY INSANEEEEE #also him wearing his in earssss I LOVE HIMMMMMMM :((((( #also his hair is so prettyyyyy :((( #i want to hold him foreverrrr

[oh-katsuki]

what is your opinion on a satosugu threesome or voyeurism

I LITERALLY LOVE!!!!! i've had a thought for this FOREVERRRR that i was planning on writing so ill put it here!!!!!!!! i think about it constantly.

cw: threesome, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics (suguru > satoru > reader)

anyway, i frequently think about satoru and suguru cornering you in a closet. some semi-public location with people bustling just on the other side of the door. n you're not supposed to be there even under normal circumstances, let alone these ones.

you're leaning back against one of the shelves, your leg propped up in the most comfortable way you can manage. your bare cunt is exposed under the fabric of your skirt and satoru kneels between your legs. suguru stands to your right, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but he's not touching you just yet. no, suguru is just watching.

satoru's hands rest on the inside of your thighs and his tongue laps eagerly at your cunt. he presses the flat of it to your clit, moving it side to side slightly as he holds your legs open. the room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming in through under the door, and it makes the sounds of your pussy feel even louder. you can hear the wet click of his mouth against you, tongue dipping in and out of you as he savors the taste.

you grip the shelf behind you with one hand and knot your fingers in his hair with the other, stifling choked gasps as he creeps you closer to the edge.

"shshshsh," suguru croons from beside you, placing his palm on your forehead and drawing your attention to him. "gotta be quiet. we wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

you nod your head, looking into suguru's calculating eyes. they look strangely satisfied. like he's fulfilled at seeing you and satoru be so absorbed in pleasure that he'd orchestrated. though he doesn't touch you, both you and satoru know that suguru is in charge.

suguru's hard. you can feel his bulge from where he stands, just barely touching your thigh. it sits in his pants untouched and unattended.

"touching yourself, satoru?" suguru laughs a little, tilting his head down to glance at where satoru is palming the bulge in his slacks.

satoru doesn't look up or pause, instead just nodding into your cunt. suguru lets out a quiet and somewhat condescensing laugh.

"you're such a pervert." to which satoru opens his eyes and rolls them.

you're caught between the two, grip in satoru's hair tightening as he works you up. his tongue swirls around you, fingers digging into the fleshy inside of your thighs. if you had the mind, you'd notice that the way they dip against your skin looks delightful. suguru is sure to have noticed that.

"he's good at that, isn't he?" suguru asks you.

"mhm, he's-" you choke on your words, subconsciously pulling him against you harder. your sentence is cut short.

"satoru's real good with his tongue," suguru smiles down at you, insinuating something that makes you both jealous and overwhelmingly aroused.

as if on cue, satoru applies pressure to your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. when you look down at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. it's as if he's deliberately tried to draw your attention to him and he frowns at suguru before delivering a succinct squeeze to your thighs.

you climb higher and higher, the knot in your stomach winding up like a wire gone taut. you tremble and then gasp as your whole body becomes sensitive and suguru places his hand back on your forehead, forcing you to look at him.

his palm is wide and warm and though he doesn't apply much pressure, you get the feeling that you couldn't move your head if you'd tried.

"is satoru gonna make you cum?" he asks quietly, leaning in close to your face. "you gonna let him?"

you don't have a choice. you're going to cum. you feel it welling up in your stomach and behind your eyes, where heat rushes to your face. all you can do is look at suguru while satoru's tongue buries itself in your sloppy cunt. you can feel the way slick drips down the leg supporting you, dampening already sensitive skin.

"eyes open when you do, 'kay?" suguru offers with that gentle cadence of his. playful and coolheaded, he makes you an offer you know you can't refuse.

you feel the peak as it builds, blinding you as you approach that overwhelming finish. you tug at gojo's hair and he takes it as a cue to double down. you gasp and crest over, rising up onto your toes as your legs begin to tremble.

suguru's hand still presses on your forehead and gojo takes it upon himself to attach himself to your clit and slide his hands around to support your lower back. your voice sits just behind your tongue, mouth open in a silent moan as you look into suguru's eyes.

he looks almost wicked. so satisfied that it makes you feel proud. you watch him like he asked you too, pulling satoru's head against your pussy subconsciously.

satoru works you through it, slowing the motions of his tongue as you come down with a choking gasp and heavy breathing. suguru strokes your sweat soaked forehead.

"can i have a turn?" suguru questions.

satoru stands up from between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs. then, he reaches up to wipe his cum-soaked mouth.

"jeez, suguru," he smiles. "give the poor thing a minute, at least."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #satosugu x reader #getou x reader #gojo x reader #I AM SOOOOO #THEY ARE SOOOO??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! #GOD!!!!!!! #tw: voyeurism #i wanna turn this into a full fic at some point #like a shorter one but still a fic w a little plot and a sexy hot sex scene

[mikasbby]

eren jaeger x sudani reader

cw | none, sfw, fluff, sudanese reader

shanta: bag, bakhoor: wood chips that have added scents on them, they are burned to leave an aroma, tamayya: a chickpea based sudanese fritter

as you may know, us sudani’s have expensive taste, so the spoiling he does goes CRAZY.

he’d probably tease and act like he doesn’t want to buy you things but quickly will put his card down whenever you ask him.

“so ‘ren.. i saw this pretty necklace online…” a hint to shyness lingering in your voice.

“yeah? you want it, pass me my wallet” he says quickly without hesitation and a soft smile on his lips.

i feel like eren would be playfully sassy with it too.

“pass me my black shanta baby”

and the side eye you’d give him would put him right back in his place.

all the little things you do, eren would mimic.

post cooking, the scent of garlic and onion move from the kitchen and is now looming into the main home. he is quick to grab bakhoor for you, remembering the small habits you do after cooking. You’re placing it down adding the tacky wooden pieces on the tin foil and he’s watching so attentively in case you somehow burn yourself.

after a few minutes he waits for you to grab the base of it letting you hair pick up the sweet and gentle earthy scent. probably getting excited knowing when y’all cuddle later, he gets to smell what makes him feel like home.

when it comes to tea, i think he can grow into the habit of drinking it outside of cold weather.

<<i don’t know about you guys but it’ll be 28°C outside and i’m still drinking tea>>

every know and then he’ll beg for you to make tea

“you do it way better, please can you make it?” he begs, because according to him, it puts him to sleep.

now for meeting the parents…that’s terrifying.

despite him being nervous he knows how badly he wants to marry you, and meeting your parents is a crucial step.

you let your parents know before hand about him and the relationship, so it’s no surprise when eren appears the next evening. he’s hands slightly shaking as he holds a bag containing fruit, tea, sugar and a can box of ginger ale.

the night before he was endlessly scrolling on the internet to make this a successful meeting.

luckily things went smoothly and as it turns out, your parents love him.

you mom asking you where your “friend” is while you’re both making tamayya. despite the fact you guys are dating and how much she loves him, the word boyfriend refuses to leave her mouth.

you knew he won both you and your moms hearts when he bought her a new thermos and tea set. so now she’s always excited to see him, especially knowing he treats you like a princess.

super late but thank you @thisisnowmyusernamesworld for this ask, i literally took foreverrrr, and midway changed how i did it…lowkey am not a fan, but maybe next time i’ll something better!

#eren jeager x black reader #eren yeager #eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x sudanese reader #mikasbby #aot x reader #fluff #eren fluff

[chaseadrian]

"I'm not a delicate little flower, kiss me like you mean it." with Steve pretty pretty please!

hi jo lol sorry this took foreverrrr and it’s longer than i expected so uh enjoy

the silent hours

pairing: steve harrington/afab!reader word count: 1.8k words tags: friends to lovers, angst, happy ending, soft!steve, unprotected sex, not proofread, genuinely wrote this lightning fast so sorry for errors

Nobody talks about the transitional phase between friends and something more. It’s not always a smooth slide from open, unabashed conversations and skirting around tension to feverish kisses and the comfort of home. Sometimes it’s a slow ride down a dirt road in a car with old shocks.

Steve certainly felt it, and you were getting sick of him dancing around you. You were trying your hardest to be patient; you’d never seen Steve worry so much about holding someone’s hand. When you were friends, you could swing your legs over his lap on the couch without thinking too much about the ramifications of that act. But now, somewhere between friend and partner, every little touch was getting you closer to that conversation. The dreaded “what are we?” and “where is this going?” that you wanted to avoid because what else could you be besides best friends? Becoming something else didn’t preclude you from also being best friends.

The first kiss wouldn’t be some signature on the death warrant of your relationship. You knew it, but Steve…he wasn’t so sure.

Walking back to your car late one night, Steve’s hand loosely in yours, you were determined to get that kiss. Determined to show him that it would be so much better than this skittish vibe that’d been hanging around. And if he was scared of what would happen post-breakup, well, you had Nancy and Robin up your sleeve. Arguably two of his best friends, still hanging around after he crashed and burned romantically.

You spun around on your heels as you approached the driver’s door, pulling Steve in by the loose grip you had on his sleeve.

“Woah, hey, hi.” He said, feet planted on either side of you, a little too close for comfort.

“Hi.”

“You gonna get in so we can get out of these uncomfortable clothes?”

You cocked your head at him, and he rolled his eyes in return.

“I—you know what I mean. Can we go?”

Whiny and derisive as ever.

“Depends. Was this a date?”

He started floundering syllables, and you cut him off.

“I think it was. I think we’ve had lots of dates and they’ve all ended without a kiss. Kinda feel like I’m being led on here, Steve.” You played with the cuff of his button-up, free hand flicking your keys in a circle at your waist.

He froze for a second before putting on airs, “Okay. You want a kiss?” He leaned forward and just pressed his lips against yours, “There.”

You pushed him away from you and unlocked the car, sliding in without a word.

Steve rounded the front and tried his side. Locked.

“C’mon, seriously?”

You pressed the button on your door, and he hopped in before you could change your mind.

“Thank you, hey, look—”

Turning the dial for the radio, you raised the volume until his voice was inaudible.

“Hey! Hellooo!” He yelled, trying to reach for the radio and getting a swat from you each time. “Ow!”

You pulled out into the road, driving home with your eyes fixed straight and the music pounding in your ears. You didn’t want to hear another word from his mouth, another excuse or apology. When you pulled up to Steve’s house, you unlocked the doors without a word.

He reached once more for the radio and you let him.

“Really? The silent treatment? I kissed you, what’s the issue!” God, he could be so stupid.

“Because it wasn’t a kiss, Steve! It was placating! It was ‘here, now shut up about it!’ I’m not a delicate little flower, Steve! Kiss me like you mean it!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Isn’t it? You were the one who came to me, nervous out of your fucking skull because you thought you were gonna ruin our friendship. But I feel the same way so what is the hang up here?” You fiddled with the flaking leather on the center console.

“I don’t want to fail again! It’s exhausting, and then you hate me and I hate you and it’s all fucked up.”

“You fucked up with Nancy, didn’t you? And she still hangs around. And Robin? She didn’t even reciprocate! If anything’s unfair, it’s you treating me any different.”

He fixed his eyes on your hand, peeling dry leather off bit by bit.

“It’s pure luck that they kept me around. I mean, I got…a long long list of girls that didn’t. Which is fine, I wasn’t even friends with them to begin with but I just don’t think I’d get lucky a third time.” He closed his hand over yours, stilling for several moments before he closed his eyes and spoke, “I’m scared.”

You felt yourself immediately soften, a thin wave of guilt pouring over you for pushing him too much, for punishing him.

“Steve…” You whispered, turning in your seat to face him, “Can I ask you something?”

He opened his eyes, and they were still fixed on that center console, “Sure.”

“Do you love me?”

A small nod.

“Good.”

He looked up at you, expression wiped of the usual affect he’d have. The moment was bare, and you knew he was laid out before you, close to breaking. All he’d ever wanted was a family, and you were lucky enough to be welcomed in by him and Robin and the gang of kids that always seemed to pop up out of nowhere. You’d be stupid to ever give that up, to ever give Steve up. And still, somewhere in that hairspray soaked brain of his, he worried that you would.

“I love you. Okay? I love you. I could never hate you, and I could never leave you. Do you understand me?”

He answered yes with the kiss you’d been waiting months for. Relief splashed on his face as he dove in, a hand on your cheek, thumb under your chin holding you against his mouth. You were quick on the uptake, arms wrapping around his torso, one tight around the back of his neck.

You were flat against the driver’s seat, Steve’s body enveloping you, leaned fully over to your side. It was everything you’d wanted, this kiss, this moment. His lip trembled against yours, his hand just slightly unsure as it held your jaw, moving from jaw to hairline to shoulder. He couldn’t hold enough of you.

Lips sliding against each other as you sighed, losing breath faster than you found it, heat burning your cheeks and the friction of his tongue on yours. It wasn’t desperate or bursting with ecstasy, but it was deep; it was the physical casting aside of all the fear he felt, all the frustrated anticipation you went through. You could’ve stayed there in that car until the morning, but Steve pulled away and invited you in.

You didn’t rush across the street. With an empty house and hours until the responsibilities of daybreak would hit you, Steve wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the dark. He tossed you an old pair of pajama pants and a big t-shirt from the camp where Steve had his first kiss. You imagined Steve as a ten year old in a shirt that was even now two sizes too big for you. 

Silently you both slid into his bed, facing each other with faint smiles and your arms over the other’s waist. Steve was bare-chested, dark sweats pulled up to his hipbone, the peek of a scar climbing out from the waistband. It was silent save for the revolving whoosh of the ceiling fan.

The hours passed and you laid there still, closing in on each other until it was your head in Steve’s chest, arms curled up between you, his hold tight on you. You didn’t sleep, didn’t even close your eyes. You kept your eyes open wide, staring into darkness, listening to Steve’s slow breathing. He took to petting your hair, running a thumb over your elbow, kissing the top of your head. These affections were few and far between, but still they broke up the hours you spent in silence. 

You weren’t one to have a silent mind, but right now it was quiet. Save for the anxious question of when he’d kiss you next, whether you’d go for it instead, you were pleasantly surprised by the gentle satisfaction of being in his arms. 

It wasn’t until the room was lit in a cold blue light that he pulled back to look at you, his hair mussed up on the pillow. 

You closed your eyes as he leaned in. It was care this time, not placation, that kept the kiss faint. You slid a hand underneath his neck, doing your best to hold him as he held you, an uncomfortable pretzel of limbs squeezing and stretching as you made your way into his lap. Slow kisses building pressure between you, Steve’s hands around your shoulder blades, underneath the weathered shirt. 

Between articles of clothing shucked onto the floor you kissed, with your hand at his pelvis, his quiet moans in your mouth, you kissed. His fingers on your nerves, lips at your throat, a suffocating heat with his comforter covering your bodies.  The only thing that broke your lips away was when he slid into you, the full pressure of his erection inside you with one prolonged, excruciating thrust. 

He was gentler than you’d expected, his hands tracing each spattering of goosebumps that his lips left, slow thrusts filling you up, his mouth swallowing your moans. He screwed his eyes shut when you started circling your hips, taking control, pulling away to sit perpendicular to him, your hands on his pecs as you ground against him. Your head fell back as you rode him, the thick wallow of his erection inside you marrying the sharp nick of your clit every time you shifted your hips. 

Falling down onto his chest, you kissed him as you came, body trembling over his. He thrust into you, and the dizzying blur in your head had you barely able to register that he, too, was in the crest of his orgasm. 

You kissed him through it, whispered declarations of love broken by moans. 

Steve reached down blindly for the t-shirt, swiping it between your legs before you slid off him. He threw it into the laundry basket and pulled you again into his arms, your head atop his chest. 

You settled once more into silence, several minutes of the sun’s slow rise in the sky before you spoke, “What time do you work?” 

“Eleven.” He paused, waiting for your inevitable sigh, “Tomorrow.” 

Lifting your head up, you squinted your eyes at him before settling back down, “I’m going to sleep then.” 

Steve laughed, giving a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

Within minutes, you both slipped into sleep. 

#steve harrington/reader #steve harrington/you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #my writing #mine

[cutetehe]

Male mc being best friends with Raphael despite having the opposite personality of him, how do the brothers react?

admittedly some of these are more like scenarios than headcanons but please enjoy

also, Raphael x male mc content is in this

lil story

“Raphael is good looking” mc randomly says while sitting next to the brothers during lunch

“Right?!? Makes me wanna paint his nails and dress him up!” Asmo agrees

“It make wanna befriend-” mc was cut off by mammon

“Mc if you plan to try to befriend him just give up” Mammon says while trying to eat his food fast so Beel won’t eat it for him

“Watch me” Mc gets up from the table and leaves to find Raphael

“..how much y’all wanna bet he’s not gonna be able to befriend him” mammon says and everyone besides Lucifer raises their hand

Satan doesn’t know anything about Raphael but he raises his hand anyways to spite Lucifer

“You really think he can?” Mammon snickers

Lucifer nods and mammon says Mc has a week to befriend him (they never told mc about this though)

Three days later mc and Raphael are best friends

“RAPHAEL!” Mc yells while jumping onto Raphael

“Mc! Be careful” Raphael says catching Mc

“…what the fuck” the brothers reluctantly gives Lucifer 10k grimm

Lucifer

A duo he did not expect to see

He expected to lose the bet

It’s nice seeing Raphael so happy though

“How did you become friends with Raphael?” Lucifer asks

“That’s a secret” Mc winks

Lucifer is now worried on how you friended him

Raphael keeps you in check

And you help him loosen up

That could be both a good and bad thing

“Lucifer I’m going out” mc says in the most dazzling clothes he’s ever seen

“…going out on a date?” Lucifer asks

“No out with Raphael”you say while walking out the HOL

After a month of this it starts getting more.. romantic??

You eat lunches with Raphael

The brothers eat at the lunch table without mv and they all start talking about mc and Raphael relationship

“Soooo.. I get we are supposed to be happy but mc hasn’t ate with us in foreverrrr” Asmo whines

“Well we can sabotage-” Mammon suggested before getting cut off

“no” the rest of the brothers say in sync

“this is the happiest I’ve ever seen Raphael in…*chewing* forever” beel says

“It’s cute and all but I miss mc” Asmo cries

“Mc seems happier too” Beel says

“Mc is always happy though” Asmo responds

To summarize- he doesn’t mind

MAMMMMOON

First of all how second of all HOW??

He unknowingly third wheels

“Mc is mine” Mammon says wrapping his arms around mc chest

“..mc is there own person. You don’t own somebody” Raphael was ready to lecture mammon

Luckily Mc was there and stopped the lecture

“LETS GET ICECREAM!” Mc yells distracting Raphael

Mammon tries to share a ice cream with mc but…

“You guys shouldn’t share that could make mc sick” Raphael says while eating his pistachio ice cream

“WHAT ABOUT ME?!?” Mammon yells

“Oh and you too I guess” Raphael says

Raphael enjoys his pistachio ice cream with mc while Mammon bitterly glares at him while also eating his ice cream

If you want a useless detail- mammon ice cream was chocolate

Mammon thinks they are fighting for mc meanwhile Raphael thinks “wow I have a friend” and keeps forgetting that mammon is with them

“oh I forgot you were here aswell” Raphael says

Mc and mammon talk a little while Raphael continues to eat his ice cream

Anyways time to turn this story into a whole different direction, why? BECAUSE I CAN.

The trio walk into a huge crowed and mc felt his pockets get lighter

“Aw not again” mc says sighing reaching into his pocket and finding nothing

“What happened?” Raphael asks

“Someone stole my wallet again” Mc says not even surprised- it’s been the 7th time this week!

Raphael suddenly gets serious and tracks the demon who did it with mammon right behind him

“Uhh where we goin?” Mammon asks holding onto mc hand to make sure he won’t get lose into the crowed

“Finding that wallet.” Raphael says angrily

“Raphael it’s fine- it’s empty anyways” Mc says

It took a little convincing from mc and mammon to get Raphael to not kill someone because they stole a empty wallet

When I mean a little I mean mc and mammon had to pull onto Raphael arms to stop him from killing someone

LEVIATHAN

:D

He didn’t know about your relationship with Raphael

He didn’t hear about it until like… a week or two

After he heard about it went “oh nice” and went back o devilcart

It wasn’t until he went to bed is when he realized

“…wait a second… MC IS FRIENDS WITH RAPHAEL”

Leviathan realizes Mc can save him when Raphael gets angry at him

Leviathan went to look for a certain item when he spots you and Raphael in a mall

Leviathan freaks out and hides but Raphael spots him

“Leviathan.. what are you doing” Raphael says in a judgmental tone (he didn’t mean to sound judgmental)

“Oh! Uh! to yk… do stuff” Leviathan says

“Well it sounds like you aren’t doing anything so hang out with us!” Mc says

“But-” before leviathan could decide he was taken away by mc and Raphael

Five minutes of walking around the mall leviathan finally says something

“where are we going?” Leviathan asks

“Raphael wanted to get something” mc responds

“Raphael… WANTED SOMETHING?!? OH GOD IS IT GOING TO BE A NEW SPEAR?? OR WORSE A BAZOOKA?? oh no oh no oh no i should’ve stayed in my room” Leviathan is have a crisis while Raphael and Mc talk

“We are here~” mc humms

Leviathan looks up and sees “weapons and more” and leviathan is about to cry

“Leviathan why are standing in front of that shop??” Mc asks

Mc and Raphael stood in front of their destination and it’s a..candy..shop…

“..WHY IS A CANDY STOre BY THE WEAPON STORE??” Leviathan yells

Mc and Raphael comfort leviathan

“Sorry we didn’t know you had a fear of diabetes ” Raphael says patting leviathan back

SATANNN

Doesn’t know who Raphael is

He had no business to make that bet but did it to spite Lucifer

Take that Lucifer! *proceeds to lose the bet and has to hand over 10k grimm*

Sorta intimidated by Raphael

Satan and Raphael just ignore each other

That is until mc forced them together

A new trio is in town

Satan is extra careful with what he says whenever by Raphael

“Hey mc what does Raphael do?” Satan asks

“He’s a hitman!” Mc says blissfully

“A WHAT?!?”

“You guys talking about me?” Raphael says appearing out of nowhere

“Oh yeah! Satan was just asking-” Satan covers mc mouth and talks for him while mc contained to talk

“Oh you know- about your… erm.. YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE!….” Satan was internally yelling to himself

“Oh” Raphael was gonna tell satan what it was until mc was finally able to talk

“Satan wanted to know what you did so I told him hitman” Mc says

Satan internally screaming is so loud that mc and Raphael can hear it too

“Oh- yeah I do that, I forgot” Raphael says

“HOW DO YOU FORGET?!?”

“Oh you know how Raphael is-“ mc was cut off

“No. No I do NOT know how Raphael is” Satan crosses his arms

The excited, the neutral and Satan, THE PERFECT TRIO

ASMOOO

Loves the dynamic

Probably rooting for you two

but he does get sad when you spend most of your time with Raphael

He gets it- Raphael is attractive but so is he!

One day he sees you wearing totally different clothes than you usually do

It looked amazing but it’s super different!

“Oooo mc you going out~” Asmo teased

“No? Why’d you ask?” Mc asks

“You are super dressed” Asmo respond

“Ohhhh Raphael made them”

Surprised to hear that

That’s WAY more romantic than wearing your s/o clothes!

“ARE YOU TWO DATING?!?”

“No! We are just bbfeead”

“…what”

“Best-friends-for-ever-even-after-death” Mc says

“..mc, sweetie I have no clue how you came up with that or remembered that but be who you are”

Asmo doesn’t sense lust from either of you

Then again you don’t need to feel lust to like someone

With the help of solomon he’s going to break this case of ‘is this a case of pining love or do they both like each other!’

beel! + Belphie..

hehe I’m about to fuse both these together a lot more

Anyways

“Beel what do you think of the situation?” Belphie questions

“Nom nom nom- uh I think it’s delicious”

“…did you say nom nom nom out loud and also- what do you mean delicious??” Belphie asks

“oh you mean mc and Raphael? I think it’s nice that Raphael has a friend”

“Well what if I told you that..it was romantic”

“I’d be happy for both of them??” Beel says

Beel ask if Mc and Raphael are friends or best friends

Belphie tells beel everything he knows

I feel like it’s a good time to mention Belphie for all his information from asmo

“They are probably just friends anyways- I don’t see Raphael as the romantic type” Beel says

“Woooow are you saying that because he can’t express emotions aswell as others?” Asmo says appearing out of nowhere

“no, but where did you come from?” Beel asks

“I was hiding under your bed but anyways”Asmo pulls out a board from.. somewhere

“hold up how-”

“Just because someone lacks or has trouble showing emotions doesn’t mean they can’t love that’s just stereotypical” Asmo spends two hours lecturing Beel

“oh..I’m sorry” beel apologizes

Beel and Belphie hang out with mc still but most of the time it’s with Raphael

Beel and Belphie don’t care as long he doesn’t pull out the spear

Beel is happy about Raphael being able to be more comfortable around people

Raphael notices how tired you looked one day and offered to carry you

“Are you sure?” Mc asks

Raphael nods and says he sees Beel carry Belphie all the time

“I might not be as strong as Beel but I can carry Belphie and humans tend to be lighter and easier to carry”

Mc smiles and agrees

Mc hops onto Raphael back and mc falls asleep

“Raphael why are you carrying mc?” Beel asks

“He was tired so I’m helping him” Raphael says

Asmo and mammon are in the background recording everything

“This is gonna be great for devilgram-” mammon grabs asmo phone

“Don’t post it- what if people think they are dating?!?”

“That’s the whole reason we are here- now give me my phone!” Asmo and mammon fight and catches the attention of Raphael

“What are you three doing here.” Raphael was ready to take out his spear but mc wakes up

“*Yawn* oh hi mammon!” Mc waves at mammon

Raphael sighs and bails

“…We almost died” the two brothers said in sync

if I ever get the energy chaotic duo of engineer mc and thirteen

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[leggerefiore]

Imagine just hanging with your Volcarona!Train twins in the lovely Paldea. One of them is thinking of asking you out, maybe they both are, but then paradox shenanigans happen and you know have to deal with Slither Wing!Twins AND Iron Moth!Twins after the 3 of you! Or at least you think it's the 3 of you, it's actually just you and but the Volcarona!Twins don't want to drop that ball just yet.

The Old and The New

cw: poly implied (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), slightest bit horror, pokemon hybrid fighting, fluff, volcarona hybrids ingo and emmet

pairings: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

~

When the Subway Bosses invited you along for their vacation to Paldea, you thought it was a bit of a strange choice.

You would not disagree that both of them needed a break from their busy jobs and likely the judgement they got as Volcarona hybrids in general from living in Unova, but it was strange in their choice to invite you along. Your friendship was assumed to be the reason, yet you found it strange they had not invited Elesa, too. She laughed about it when you told her, saying they likely figured she was busy, but you wondered why they had not even asked. Still, you agreed. Paldea sounded like such a mystical place to visit. What, with it giant crater of mystery down in the middle of its very land.

The arrival had been by plane to Levincia, where they had booked a hotel for your stay. They stood behind you in awe at the city's similar feeling to that of Castelia back home. Emmet almost subconsciously flew up towards some of the lights that illuminated the night skyline, but Ingo quickly grasped his shoulder to hold him down. An annoyed huff came from Emmet, who settled back down to the ground. Your hotel situation consisted of two connected rooms, where they would share one with two beds, while you stayed in the single-bed room. All of you promptly laid down for a while after settling into your rooms, exhausted from a near ten-hour flight.

But, by the evening, the urge to explore your new surroundings had come to you all. Ingo and Emmet managed to walk with you around the dazzling city. You watched the port busy with ships from the side of the circular platform in the middle of the location with amazement. Emmet tilted his head at your reaction. Ingo sighed and shook his own, “I feel like I'm watching train routes from above.” You wondered about that as you watched a small crowd run past you, three after some strangely dressed girl.

“Shouldn't you be forgetting work for now, Ingo,” you teased him, lightly patting his shoulder, “The trains are gone from you for now.” Ingo shook his head again.

“To separate me from trains is simply impossible,” he replied, “It would be like uncoupling me from Emmet. He would simply hunt me down and demand I never do that again.”

Emmet pouted at his brother, “I do that one time when I was twelve. Then you bring it up foreverrrr.” You laughed at the thought. They must have still been Larvestas then. The thought of him crawling around after his brother at top Larvesta speed was something.

After you returned back to your hotel rooms after getting dinner, you all passed in preparation for the rest of your trip.

The next days were spent in a bit of a haze as you went from city to city across Paldea with the twins. Most were interesting in their own ways, with many sights to see. The art around Artazon left you struck and curious about Burgh's opinion on everything, while Casacarrafa made you feel a bit sad about the cuisine of Unova. The twins seemed to enjoy each local and fit in battles for themselves some way. It seemed like every time you turned your back, they had found some challenger to entertain them.

Your trip through the Asado Desert left them at ease as they wandered around in an environment more natural for them. Even back in Unova, Volcarona and Volcarona hybrids themselves tended to prefer the Desert Resort to the rest of the region. Nimbasa's closeness to the area is what led to the twins to even be there in the first place, you felt. Porto Marinada had been worth it, if only to feel an ocean breeze on your skin after a trek through such an arid locale. Ingo even took you for a short fly over the ocean to see a better view of it, too. You laughed as he gripped you tightly in his arms. The trip had been much fun for all three of you.

Everything had gone almost perfectly until you reached the seemingly plain city of Medali. The place had little going for it outside of its supposedly famous restaurant, so you decided to explore just out of the town for a moment while the brothers had lunch together. Allowing them some alone time to have some twin bonding did not seem like a bad idea. The path outside the city headed toward a cavern that you had no interest of going into alone, so you instead wandered up a cliff to where the crater was shielded from prying eyes. Tall walls of jagged rock stood above to protect the secrets inside. You felt stunned to be so close.

In your admiration of the structure and pondering what may lie inside, you missed the creatures sneaking up from behind you. You did not even hear the steps they took before a hand landed on your shoulder. It was cold… And metallic. Shooting your head around, you saw…

Ingo? It could not have been, yet the face was exactly identical beside the subtle presence of it being made of a material outside of flesh. Six floating wings stood out behind it, while something like LED eyes fluttered with life. “Wh-who are you?” you asked nervously, looking around for help.

“I'm Ingo,” a synthesised voice identical to the older twin's called out, “How did you end up here? Are you alright?” His hands tried to move over your body to check for something, but you jumped away. Managing to startle him, you scrambled away from him, foolishly running further up the cliff. By the time you hid behind a rock, you were completely out of breath. Was that a robotic Ingo? Who would even make such a thing! You felt tears in your eyes as you hiccuped quietly. Your phone was dropped somewhere along the way, to your horror. You were alone to fend for yourself against such a thing.

Suddenly, as you were lost in your emotional high, something heavy landed in front of you. Opening your eyes, you felt relief. Emmet stared at you with a tilted head. Jumping up, you almost ran into his arms until he, too, stood up. His body was a bit fluffy where his fuzz grew in, yes, but this Emmet was coated in it from the neck down. Not to mention how simply large he appeared to be. His wings spread out behind him like a flower as he stumbled toward you. Soft clicks and purrs came from him. They were more like the sounds Ingo and Emmet would make among themselves, rather than speak to humans.

A step back did little when a rock was right behind you. When you did not respond to his clicks, he let out a whining sound and charged in your direction. You moved instinctually away and off the cliff. Your life flashed before your eyes as you fell. Squeezing your eyes shut, you could only ponder the strange circumstance that had just happened. You never felt a thing, however. Instead, a cool wind blew across your face. Opening your eyes, you saw Ingo's normal face staring down at you. His wings fluttered as he gazed at the cliff you just came from curiously.

“I-Ingo!” you cried and clung to him, “Th-there's these monstrous versions of you and Emmet, and they tried to take me!” He flew over to where his brother was. You watched as Emmet dodged a fire attack from one of the robotic creatures you had just seen. This one resembled him. Its eyes locked onto you with surprise. Trying to fly over to you, it was then cut off by Emmet using a Heat Wave. Its annoyance was apparent on its face.

“I am Emmet,” it said with a synthesised imitation of Emmet's voice, “I am trying to retrieve my mate. Please stop at once!” A vile purple liquid shot from it at Emmet and caused him to gag. Mate? What was it talking about? You had never seen these creatures before today. Ingo panicked and flew over to you, but ended up dropping you due to a sudden attack by the robotic hybrid. You did not fall far, however, as a gust caught you and landed you safely on a nearby cliff. There was still not time for relief, though.

The robotic Emmet floated down toward you menacingly. Its face holding an eternal grin. Before it got too close, however, an aggressive move came from another fluffy Volcarona hybrid. This one had Ingo's frown as it puffed up like an angry Purrloin. A loud hiss came from it as it let out another powerful attack against the robotic hybrid. You wanted to scream at this odd situation. Each of their counterparts soon came and locked into a battle, allowing you time to get away.

Your twins came flying down with heavy breaths, finally having shook off the attack that the robotic Emmet had unleashed onto them. Ingo gazed at the scene in a certain curiosity. Emmet quickly pressed you behind him, standing puffed up in a fashion similar to the… Prehistoric, you supposed, Volcarona. When they noticed you had gone, they turned to look around before rushing over to where the twins guarded you carefully.

“Dearest!” the robotic Ingo called out desperately, “Are you uninjured? Please step away from those lifeforms, I cannot verify if they carry past pathogens.” Ingo looked annoyed with that. Why did they keep referring to you like that?

“I-I don't know you,” you shook your head, “I know these two! They're my friends!” You clung to Emmet's arm in an attempt to get some comfort. The prehistoric variations carried little for discussion and instead unleashed a buzzing attack. The twins guarded you as they gazed at each other in silence for a moment. Suddenly, Ingo chittered out something, which caused the prehistoric ones to freeze. A response came from their Ingo. Instead of trying to further this conversation, Ingo picked you up again and rushed away from the four, with Emmet close behind. The moth hybrids were clearly exhausted.

“What did they say?” you asked Ingo, desperately.

“… That you were their mate, the same as the iron ones,” Ingo replied with a sigh. He held on to you tighter as they rushed after you.

“Wh-what does that mean?” you needed to know.

“They like you,” Emmet answered, “The same as us!” You froze, as did Ingo. He nearly dropped you, in fact, but managed to regain himself before he did. A warmth spread across your cheeks as you considered his words. They… They saw you as their mate, too? You would almost feel giddy if it were not for the situation.

“B-but, I like you two more!” you cried, clinging to Ingo as he flew to dodge more of the vicious purple goo from the robotic hybrids. Ingo took in a deep breath. If they were on the ground, the prehistoric Volcarona would hunt you down instead. There was no where safe, which is why Ingo rushed into the crater.

Inside, he landed near a strange lab-like building. You three quickly rushed inside to hide from the odd hybrids. The door shut behind you as the twins fell down to catch their breaths after the extensive situation. You slid down beside them. Emmet's eyes looked you over softly. His arm suddenly came around you as he pulled you into a warm hug. “Em-Emmet?” you called out to him, but he just hummed.

“… You like us, too,” he cooed, “We looooove you. Brother was afraid to admit it.” Ingo looked mortified and darted his eyes to the ground. You laughed. Leaning against Emmet, you felt a bit more at ease. Your current situation was dangerous, but maybe there was a way to fix this. An odd noise echoed in the room and caused you to cover your ears. A male voice spoke carefully.

“… There are four Paradox pokemon hybrids outside this building,” he spoke calmly, “I detected two modern hybrids and one human inside, correct?” All of you looked around at each other in wonder for a moment before Ingo spoke up.

“Yes, that is correct,” he told the voice, “They attacked one of us unexpectedly.”

“… I believe it was due to attraction, was it not?” a female voice replied instead, this time, “I hear the Iron Moths calling for their 'mate'.” Ingo froze. Just who were these people?

“… That may be the case, certainly,” Ingo argued, “But, that still does not get them the right to attempt to forcibly take them away.”

“However that may be,” the female voice spoke again, “I would love to observe how the Slither Wing hybrids engage in a relationship, but I suppose you three would like to leave.” She sounded genuinely disappointed. You wondered if she would actually let you.

“I am, too, Sada,” the male voice was back, “But, that would be cruel. Let's help them out, since they brought them back into the crater, at least.” Sada, the woman, and whoever the male was stepped away from their microphone while you three could only wonder about your next move. The door was beginning to show dents from how harshly the Slither Wings, the prehistoric ones more than likely, were hitting it. The fact it had not given was a miracle.

“Turo and I agree the best course of action would be to activate the transporter in that room,” Sada told you not long later, “Use the monitor in the centre of that room to activate it, then go to the gate option and leave. Run away from this area quickly.” The twins were immediately on it, leaving you behind. After it was on, you three each took turns using it. You went first, and they followed.

You found yourself in a room not too admittedly different from the previous one, yet you found a door that took you out near the cliff you had first been near. As soon as you three made it to a place where you could fly from, you were gone as far away from that crater as you three could go. Then, you called a taxi to Levincia and nearly all but passed out when entering your rooms again. Except, this time, you found yourself laying in a bed with Emmet, afraid of another attack. The younger Volcarona twin, however, wrapped a lazy arm around you and passed out. His residual heat warmed your body as you heard Ingo begin snoring soon after.

It felt impossible, but it had been real.

Both the confession from the twins and the entire situation, that is.

It was not long before you joined them, content in the knowledge that your relationship with these odd moth twins had just begun.

~

Then you woke up to glowing lights outside your hotel window with two familiar pairs of LED eyes peering in and a banging on your hotel door room with desperate chittering.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokemon x reader #pokehybrid au #ingo/reader/emmet

[sweetnsour1]

6:01

Fluff, Shinso x female reader

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series

“So, do you have a rough tongue?” You glared at the purple hero beside you, who practically had his tongue rolling out of his mouth.

“I think Present Mic is supposed to be asking the questions today.” You turned your gaze back to the empty auditorium. The crew was finishing the final checks before they lowered the curtain and let people fill the room.

“But do you-“ A breeze ruffled through the fur on your ears. Mineta’s words faded into an angry garbled string of noises. You choked back a purr.

“Thanks, but I could’ve handled it.”

You turned to see your favorite purple hued hero. He dragged his chair around the now tightly wrapped Mineta before falling into it.

“Obviously, but he was annoying me. It was only logical I do something about it, socks." You rolled your eyes.

"So how'd they convince you to do this thing anyway?"

"Eh...it's stupid."

"Oh?" His eyes darted behind your chair and you blushed, realizing the tip of your tail was swishing. He chuckled.

"Maybe I'll tell you later. Wanna do somethin' after?"

"Yea! I was gonna' grab sushi with Deku and Ingenium. Wanna go?"

"Oh, uh maybe."

You frowned as he fidgeted with his scarf. Purple eyes were no longer on you. His gaze followed the movement of the curtain now in front of the table. Something started slipping from the folds of his scarf. You reached out and caught it as it fell. He turned back to you with wide eyes as you flipped it over. Your tail stilled and your ear twitched.

"Shinso...why do you-"

"Okayyyyy everyyyyone, I'm your super skilled pro-hero moderator today!" Your ears flapped closer to your head at the sound of Present Mic. The curtains went up and Shinso drew back the hand that was reaching for yours.

Your fingers slid around the edges of the mini polaroid in front of you. You'd never seen this picture. Shinso was smiling and wearing a pair of cat ears that matched yours. You were next to him laughing at his raised faux paws. It had to be from the Halloween party last year. You blushed at the way you were looking at him in the picture. Had you always looked at him like that? Why did he-You felt a nudge in your ribs and looked up to see Deku tilting his head at you. You straightened up, remembering where you were.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mic. What was the question?" Present Mic frowned at you, but turned to the audience with a smile.

"The crazy peeps in this audience wanna know who your favorite hero is and whyyy! Apparently it's not me, so let us knowww!"

"Hypnotic." Your eyes widened at how quickly his hero name tumbled from your lips. "Um, because he's my favorite?" Present Mic laughed.

"Interesting! Your reply, Hypnotic?"

"She's my favorite too." His voice was calm and he shrugged, but a deep blush dusted the tops of his cheeks.

"Well that's just cuuuuuute!!! I can't wait to tell Eraserhead! This kid has been pining after her for foreverrrr!"

"I'm gonna kill him." You giggled.

"Aizawa might not like that." He huffed, but released his hold on his scarf when he saw Present Mic was now distracted with trying to help Mineta out of his cocoon. When you looked up at him, he was grinning.

"So I'm your favorite hero?"

"Oh, shut up. You can't tease me if I'm yours too." You slid the picture back to him. He smiled softly at it before tucking it back into his scarf.

"You."

"Me?"

"You wanted to know the reason I came to this stupid thing." You coughed to cover the involuntary purr.

You are a kitty in this one because I said so.

a/n for those of you who wanted him to use “kitten”…I couldn’t physically do it. My Shinso would never and my x reader would hate it.

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[ari-fire-arts]

Bottle cap hat

ohhhhh my gods hes so litollll and he's got a bottle cap on his head oh my godsss I want to hold him gently and foreverrrr

#this is cute as hell thank you so much #ari's mischief #ari answers

[pansyfemme]

Omg kicks my feet. Hii hello. Umm what to talk about. I love oversharing so! Back when I first got on T, I let them take a blood sample. It wasn't needed but I was like "oh yea sure 8)!" bc it wasn't gonna cost me anything.

So, it gets done nice and quick, I get a little like gauze + tape badda bing badda boom. I went through my Whole Thing tm with insurance almost not covering my T Gel (would've literally exploded otherwise n cried).

I'm on call with my partner, to do my first dose. The T gel is drying on my arm, I'm shirtless, I get ANOTHER call. A like, restricted number/one that wasn't showing. Weird! So I tell him like, "hey I got another call?? Hold on???" I answer it, assuming it's going to be spam or a telemarketer.

Wrong!

A nurse from where I went to my appt. is calling. Uh oh!

"Is this so and so?"

"Umm yes!"

"Hello! I'm really sorry but your blood got left out too long in the locker and it froze. So it can't be used anymore. Can we reschedule you for an appointment?"

> blood frozen

BLOOD FROZEN????? I proceed to tell her, yea of course I can reschedule. Althemeanwhile I'm in shock over "did they forget about my blood???? How does it get left out too long????? Hello?????"

I get the new appt. set up, get back on call with my partner and then retell the story.

Originally, I was gonna go back to this place in spring, 3ish months? But now I'm gonma be going back in March to get my blood taken again. Which like, I guess it'll be a way for 'em to see how T is doing atm. And then again at what would've been my truw 2nd appointment.

My dose now has been treating me good I think! But I def wouldn't want to stay at this dose foreverrrr you know? I think I'm getting changes at a nice rate, even if it feels a little slow. I'm gonna ask next time (probably at appt. 3) about switching to shots bc like Greedy Little Guy who wants T changes a little bit faster. I'm getting them!! But like, I want more you know? I'm sure too though a lot more changes have happened but bc I check in daily since I need to apply Tgel daily, I miss the littler things.

This is a very big ramble >_<; hopefully you don't mind!

i dont mind at all i like when u ramble in my inbox TBH ^_^

but that sounds like a whole weird ordeal omg! I get bloodwork to check my t levels maybe twice a year now but when i was first starting out it was every six weeks for the first year and i hated it soooo much.. bc ive had a lot of misc health issues i get bloodwork pretty regurally and each time i would hope that my mom would be the one taking me bc she would take me out to breakfast or dunkin after and that was the only good thing abt getting bloodwork.

weird story of my own thats kinda similar was that i have like. awful veins. like awful awful ones that they can never find and i end up getting poked a LOT when i get bloodwork. but this is worse when i have to get surgery and i have to get an iv and cant drink any water beforehand. So when i was gettin my horomone blocker implant out, i had to get an iv hooked up, which im fairly used to. but they tried for like. half an hour with every method and they could not locate a single vein and had poked me multiple times in both arms so they were eventually like. ok we’re gonna grab an ultrasound for this, its the last resort. and so they did, and my Anesthesiologist for some reason was there and helping, probably bc they were taking so long and they just wanted to get me into the OR. and so the ultrasound is like a big machine and nothing is working on it. like theyre trying over and over again. and then a nurse walks by and comes into the room and is like. hey. you have to plug it in.and that made me feel great about going into surgery lmao…

blood freezing is a new one tho, ive literally never heard of that! i know they sometimes keep it warm but ive never heard of it freezing before.. it was weird bc i actually was interviewed by a few students for an article in a yale journal about my experience transitioning as a child in my city, and it was so weird going over all this stuff that happened ages ago i didnt know where to start 0_o.. im glad t seems to be working out ok, but the first few months r always kinda rocky and weird tbh!! i dont have experience with gel but i know the changes sometimes come at a different pace than injections! i hope u get to increse ur dose soon!

#blood tw #needles tw

[aceghosts]

1, 3, 9, 11, 23, 37, 39, 54, 55, and 83 for Riley and Ingo

Mika, thank you for sending these in! I'm still kind of working on Riley and their relationship with Ingo, so some of these might change in the future. Also, I'm putting this under a cut because it became longer than expected.

How did they first meet?

Riley and Ingo met as teenagers on their League journey, specifically after Ingo and Emmet defeated the first gym. Ingo and Emmet did not have a good impression of Riley, who was just straight-up trash-talking the twins. After the first gym, they became something of a rival to both Ingo and Emmet.

About halfway through the league journey, the twins and Riley take out a couple of bad guys while having to rely on each other. Managing to get themselves out of it, Riley apologizes to the twins about how they’ve been treating them. At that point, Riley’s relationship with the twins starts to change, and by the end of the league journey, Riley is best friends with them.

Who kissed who first?

Riley. Ingo is the first one to confess that he likes Riley, but they kiss him shortly after the confession. What can Riley say? They had been wanting to kiss him for a while.

Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

Riley. They don’t get super possessive or jealous as they trust Ingo, but if someone isn’t taking his polite rebuttals, Riley will step in.

Who is the most physically affectionate?

Riley, definitely. They like to cuddle and think it’s adorable when Ingo gets flustered. He adores affection from Riley, but it's just a little bit much at times. Plus, Ingo is pretty affectionate himself.

(Even when the two were just friends, Riley was pretty physically affectionate with him, and vice versa.)

What do they do when they’re bored and together?

Battle. Both are hardcore trainers with a love for battling and seeing how much the other person has grown, especially if one *cough* Riley *cough* has been away for a while. Otherwise, they split their time between watching train documentaries and cuddling, or Riley finding some way to pull the pair into some unexpected adventure.

In Hisui, when the two were bored and Riley needed a break from working on the Pokedex, they would hang out a lot with Sneasler and her kittens.

Thoughts on PDA(Public Displays of Affection)?

Both are fine with PDA and even enjoy it. Ingo just asks that Riley keeps it appropriate when they come to visit the Battle Subway as he is working. That usually means keeping it to hand-holding or a quick kiss on the cheek.

Would they ever get married?

Ingo would definitely like to, but Riley has doubts about marriage. They would spend the rest of their life in a heartbeat with Ingo, but they don’t want to break his heart. Riley is the type of person who gets a little cagey if they stay in one place too long, which is why their job involves a lot of traveling. They’re scared that he might decide that isn’t something he wants to put up with and leave.

Haven’t actually decided if the two do get married.

What do others think of them dating?

Emmet is both relieved and happy. He’s been waiting for them to get together for foreverrrr! Plus, it makes Emmet happy to see two of his favorite people in the world happy. He really hopes things work out for Ingo and Riley, but that doesn’t stop from him teasing the couple.

Elesa and their other mutual friends feel the same way Emmet does: relieved to see the pair together. They also hope that things work out for the duo.

Riley’s siblings (who I don't have names for yet) are happy to see them together. They’ve always liked Ingo and think he is a nice guy. Riley’s parents are less enthusiastic. They see Ingo as another reason why Riley won't come back to their small hometown, where they think Riley should be. (That wasn’t going to happen, even before Riley met Ingo.)

Their Pokemon teams are really happy to see the two together. Riley and Ingo’s teams work well with each other, and the other trainer has always gotten well along with the other person’s team. Most excited are Ingo’s Chandelure, and Riley’s Bisharp, Stabby. Chandelure has always liked Riley, especially since Riley gives great scritches and feeds them treats when Ingo isn’t looking. Stabby, meanwhile, has two moods for people: Stab (affectionate) and Stab (derogatory). With Ingo, they’re very soft and not stab-happy. Riley jokes that they think Stabby likes him more.

Are they a super sappy couple?

Riley and Ingo would say no, but everyone would loudly say ‘Yes’ over them. Anytime, the pair look at each other, it’s with a sappy, lovestruck look in their eyes. It’s better than the pining, at least.

Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Both. Riley’s casual yet fond teasing of Ingo makes him smile. Meanwhile, Ingo’s sincere enthusiasm always makes Riley smile, especially when he is going on about something he really loves.

[OTP Asks]

#kate answers asks #Riley Callahan #OTP: Riley x Ingo #sorry this got very long #also I hope this makes sense #I've got a lot of Riley character lore unsaid in my head #also I tried to keep PLA spoilers to a minimum since I know you haven't played it #but any way these two are ridiculously in love with each other and everyone saw it way before they did #well kind of

[a-libra-writes]

Could I bother you with some soft/gentle smut HCs with Sandor?

this took foreverrrr pls take

Soooo Sandor isn't great with the whole 'gentleness' thing in the beginning. After all, when was anyone gentle with him? And even if they wanted to be, it takes forever for him to open up to that sort of vulnerability. So you would be the one showing gentleness and consideration first. That results in a lot of confusing, frustrating emotions on his end.

Though the closer you two become, the more he begins to touch you more carefully, even if his words are still sandpaper. If you're someone who much prefers gentle over rough touches and intimacy, it takes a while for Sandor to get used to it, and then he starts thinking you deserve someone better because he's not any good at this.

A good way to get him started is through cuddles! Sandor grumbles and huffs but when you make it clear there's no escape, he just sits and deals with his fate. He'll hide his face so you don't see how embarrassed he is.

You'll definiately get the sleepy, cuddly intimacy when he's exhausted from a long day of working, but he still wants to be with you. Horny Sandor is stubborn like that. But this is when he actually goes slow (not immediately fucking into the mattress) and lets you hold and cuddle him to your heart's delight.

I mean, when you hold his face in your hands... He just sort of melts into it.

And afterward he'll let you sleep right on top of him, or next to him, whatever you want. A lot of this is new to Sandor, so sometimes he gets antsy and wants to move, but when you've been together for a while he starts to appreciate and accept the quiet affection.

#im just slow abt smut/nsfw lol yall know this #aghghghh #sandor clegane x reader

[braineater444]

can i just say that my brain is rotting with thoughts of gross intruder sanzu and rindou who takes advantage of naive and virgin reader 😫 they'd record themselves violating u while laughing and probably upload the vid into some sketchy ass website too 😭😭 foaming at the mouth at the thought of them taking turns with you 😫🙏👍💅‼️😴😌🥺🤔😅😚🥺🥺🥺🥺

Tw/Cw: LOTS OF Blood, Noncon, Spit, Grossness, Virginity, Kinda Graphic, Minimal editing cuz im NOT an editor 😴

A/N: OKAY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE BECAUSE IVE BEEN STRUGGLING WITH IT FOR MONTHS DESPITE BEING VERY ENTICED AND ENTERTAINED BY THE IDEA… It got far more off the rails than I initially expected but liiiikkkkee… it’s literally this acc so iddkk. Ive been wanting to write this foreverrrr…

Even Rindō is caught off guard by the scream that tears through your vocal chords when Sanzu sheaths himself inside of you. He looks at the other man in shock, but Sanzu smiles wickedly at him while you gasp for air under his hold.

“Rin, she’s bleeding.” Sanzu says before pulling out and thrusting back in again just to hear you scream. With the next one, something within you breaks and your arms give out under you — Rin only finds his pants more uncomfortable than before.

You fall face first onto your floor and Rindō only hums his disapproval. Your pretty face needs to be on camera; it’s what’ll get them views and make them some money. Though neither of them is hurting for a check… they’re doing this for their own twisted enjoyment. Plus, the beating he gave you would be meaningless if you weren’t going to show it off under the bright flash of his phone camera, right?.

In an instant, Sanzu’s hand is in your hair and dragging you back up as he uses your unprepared virgin cunt for himself. You groan in desperation and agony, but it only goes ignored by the two men who broke into your home. You feel your nose might be broken.

Rindō bends down to your level, phone in your face, and the bright light making you squint. His free hand comes to your jaw, wet with blood from being hit so many times. He stops to admire his work. Typically, a busted lip is small and inconsequential, but the one he’s given you is widely split and gushing blood down your chin. It’ll require stitches after this, he’s sure. Maybe he should’ve taken his ring off before hitting you, but you’re stunning like this. Even without a bulky ring, your nose would bleed in the same way it is now. The blood from your nostrils curve around the outline of your lips and meet at your chin. You look absolutely miserable as tears fall from your eyes, and Rindō can’t take his eyes off of you.

“It hurts. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.” You beg, pain running through your face. You can’t even bring yourself to look at the man you’re trying to reason with. Even with your head towards the camera, you can’t see it or him, you can only make out the outline of his hand wrapped tightly around his phone.The brightness of his phone flashlight hurts to even look at.

“It won’t matter if you tell,” Rindō says. “Everyone’s gonna know about you.” He smiles, but you can’t see it, anyway. Sanzu chuckles behind you.

“Please!” You cry. Your hand moves back to push at the pink-haired man’s hips and your body tries to move away from him, but all it takes is a powerful tug on your hair for you to knock it off. Instead, this time, your hand moves forward to push the other man’s camera out of your face. It works… briefly. You get a flash of his smile from behind the light and then you’re met with a stern slap to the face. It’s only right that another shriek tears through you with the pain of his actions. With that, the other man’s hand leaves your hair.

Rindō chuckles. He hasn’t seen misery like yours in a while. It’s beautiful.

His light’s back in your face like it never left, illuminating your tearful, bloody, and drool-filled nightmare. He sees his hands covered in your blood, spit, and tears and feels your body jolting forward with the work Sanzu’s putting in and feels something euphoric wash over him. You’ll be fucked up forever after this.

“Smile for me.” He coos, hand releasing your jaw, as if this was a wholesome moment and doing something for him would somehow make it more worth doing. He’s mocking you. “C’mon smile,” He says as he runs the same gross hand down the side of your face. You spit at him and barely miss. Rindō laughs at your defiance. “Sanzu…”

Before Rindō has to tell him what he wants, he’s already moving. In an instant, he’s fish hooking both sides of your mouth and spreading your busted lip wider. With every collision of your hips, it only hurts more.

“So pretty,” Rindō utters softly at the sight of your bloody teeth shining in the light. His mouth comes to yours without a thought running through his mind, as he licks the entire inside. The only taste he registers in full is the familiar irony taste of blood. This rings especially true when he opts to lick up the blood and drool mixture from your chin that leads right to the tear in your lip at which he flicks his tongue.

You pause in shock, unable to move in disgust and abject horror. He spits in your face, but unlike you, he doesn’t miss.

“You can let her go.” He says. Hands leave your mouth, but it all goes unregistered by you. By now, you’ve stopped crying, stopped screaming, and you’re on your hands and knees staring at the man in front of you, deaf to the sounds of skin slapping and the feeling of another man buried inside of you. The only thing you can feel is the pain in your face, the glob of spit sliding over your eye and shock. His smile is noticeably more unnerving than before as the silence between the two of you becomes overwhelming.

There’s nothing to say. There are no words. The only thing that brings you back to where you are and what’s happening is the man behind you slamming your entire body down onto the floor and resting his weight on top of you as he cums inside you. You can feel his breath on your neck and feel his hand clamoring for something, anything to hold. He lands on sliding his hand under you to harshly latch on to your chest. You whimper, but nothing else; you’re defeated.

You feel him move from on top of you and start to drag your body away. The pain between your legs is unbearable; you can’t stand up. You don’t make more than a couple of inches before you fall flat on your face. You can only watch as the men switch places above you, the pink haired one holding his own camera as he settles in front of you.

Your hand reaches for the space beside you, fingers straining at you, trying to grip the space and pull your body away. It doesn’t work. You’re left in the same spot.

“Where are you going?” Sanzu asks, camera pointed at your every move.

Rin watches you struggle silently from behind, wanting to see how far you can get before the countdown in his mind ends.

At five you’re back up on your elbows, dragging yourself less than an inch.

At four you move a little further and stronger than before.

Three only sees you pull yourself less than before and fall flat again.

Two is where the waterworks and begging start back up.

One is where he drags you back to them.

#guess who’s got a computer again??? not me lol. #i wrote this on a laptop that doesn’t even belong to me!! #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tw: noncon #tw: abuse #rindou smut #tw: violence #sanzu smut

[bepoprotectionsquad]

Smoker with an s/o who is wound pretty tight until they have a drink and he finds out they’re a lightweight.

A gift for my amazing mutual @werewolfsupersoldier based on a conversation we had about liver enzymes and lightweights. 💖💖💖💖💖

— you and Smoker didn’t often get a chance to go out together like this

— it’s not that he’d never taken you out or anything but he was a busy man

—hell, you were busy too, being one of the top doctors in the marines

—usually when you two go out together it was with a bunch of other marines

—but here you were, dressed to the nines and sitting in a fancy restaurant,

—and you’re absolutely plastered drunk

—he was not expecting that

—in Smoker’s defense, he’s never seen you drink before

—this is why

—this must be why

—he’s annoyed, honestly. Not that you’re drunk, no.

—he’s annoyed because he’s never seen you this animated before

—you’re usually very reserved and kind of irritable

—he couldn’t blame you for that, your job wasn’t exactly easy or fun

—keeping his bunch of rowdy marines from dying from the most stupid and basic shit

—still, this is unexpected and new and he’s delighted

—you’ve been giggling and rambling on about some sort of scientific theory for at least ten minutes

—Smoker is leaning against the table, resting his chin against one fist, head tilted to the side a bit as he listens to you prattle on

—he feels at peace for the first time in months

—how did half a glass of wine turn into this?

—he’s pulled out of his peaceful daze suddenly to notice you’re glaring at him

—no, not glaring. Pouting????? You’re pouting???

— “what’s wrong y/n?”

— “you’ve just been sitting there with a dumb look on your face foreverrrr. I should be the one asking if something wrong with YOU.” You retort, “am I boring you or something?”

— “on the contrary i think you’re being very interesting right now,” he says in that low stupid rumble of his

—he goes to light up a cigar but remembers where you two are right now

—and remembers the very long lecture you gave him before even stepping off the ship about how it’s rude to smoke in restaurants

—you’d threatened to swap his hands for his feet if he got you thrown out of the first nice restaurant you’d been to in a year

—he genuinely believed you’d do it too

—he’s not so sure now, though,

—how could someone with such a beautiful smile and bright eyes do something so messed up?

—“interesting right *now*” you’re slurring a bit and that tone is creeping back into your voice

—the tone that makes Smoker think today might be the day he dies

—he moves to refill your wine glass

—“you’re always interesting of course, but I’ve never seen you smile so much. Or talk so much. Makes me wonder what I’ve been doing wrong, for you to keep this side of yourself from me.”

—you burst out into another fit of giggles and you’re blushing even more than you were before

—“I’m just a lightweight, that’s all.” You explain after the giggling calms

—“I want the crew to take me seriously so I can’t drink around them.”

—“you’re not afraid I won’t take you seriously?” Smoker asks

—you pick up the freshly topped off wine glass

—“you’re not dumb enough to risk your life like that.” You say, a twinkle in your eye and that smile—

—yeah he’s seen that smile before

—time to change tactics before he gets stabbed

—“what were you saying about liver enzymes?” He asks

—just like that you’re off on another tangent

—one hand holding the wine glass and gesticulating with it as you ramble

—your other hand is resting on the table

—Smoker reaches out and puts his hand over yours

—it’s subtle but the intent is clear as he leans against his free hand, elbow on the table

—this man is enamored with you

—both of you are wondering how you got this lucky

—smoker is also making a mental note to stock up on GOOD wine (whatever that is??? He’s going to have to do some research)

—this is definitely something you two would have to do more often even if it was just standard marine grub by candlelight in his cabin

#op writing #Eoin’s scribbles #one piece #I’m out of practice writing but my intenddd audience liked it so that’s all that matters #mutuals plz I love writing but I have no motivation or executive function #hmu if you want something and I’ll ask a million questions and try to write it for you #smoker #smoker x reader

[zarathelonewolf]

OK OK OK IT'S HAPPENINGGGGG

Everybody stAY CALM!

BNHA CHAPTER 326 PREVIEW

Let's preface this by saying that I absolutely didn't expect... like... Stain becoming some sort of therapist, or even ensuing his wake up call like this. But I am very pleased with it.

Now... I don't agree with Stain, at all. His ideology may seem interestingly righteous in the beginning, but the more you dive into it, the more evident it becomes that it holds Heroes to a standard that is excessive... It's not just the fact he's killing people; Uraraka's talk has, by now, cemented a fact that Stain's ideology was ignoring: Heroes are human, and while they may have some flaws, not all of them are the epitome of professionality or prudence, and I do agree some of them see their work as too much of a competition... they still do their best on a daily basis to save people. Stain's ideology also doesn't see Heroes as capable of changing modus operandi when faced with the fact that their methods may not be the best; he doesn't give them the chance to overcome their flaws, because he considers their flaws the end of the line.

I did like that Stain helped All Might in this case. Really liked it. I was waiting for an interaction between the two of them foreverrrr.

And now, I can finally see it unfold.

From what I understand from the spoilers,it kind of went like this...

All Might was approaching his statue, which still held the sign "I am not here" around its neck, and reminds himself of what he talked about with Aizawa before the war. Aizawa clearly explained that, while Toshinori couldn't be an active Hero anymore, he was already helping people by being alive and well.

All Might, now, thinks that he's being just a liability... He probably feels like the worse mentor, because he wasn't able to help his hurting disciple.

But, Stain doesn't agree, because he appears and tells him that those words and thought are insulting to the memory of All Might.

Their interaction starts with All Might informing Stain of his failed projects to talk to him before the war, in Tartarus, and shows Stain that his thin form is, in fact, all that is left of All Might and belongs to the same person.

Stain... doesn't like this, either, and thinks Toshinori in his thin form is an impostor.

All Might keeps reasoning that maybe he had always been lying, so that he could create an image to use in order to bring peace in a dark age,for he couldn't stand the injustices around him. Staring at the desolate, destroyed state of things in the war's aftermath, he says that the destruction is all that came out from his efforts.

He says that he put his life on the line, but that he still couldn't adequately support Midoriya nor talk to him at UA.

Stain jumps ahead, in All Might's direction... but doesn't strike him. He pulls him away from the front of the statue, and they both hide as a woman approaches the statue and Stain invites All Might to watch.

This... is one of my favorite moments. Really, it is.

The woman starts cleaning the statue, after taking the sign off of its neck...the same civilian All Might had saved during his last clash with AFO.

Stain then becomes, even if just for a moment, All Might's therapist/motivator: he reasons that the destruction isn't the end at all, that things can change. He also says that the only version of All Might he can accept, the true All Might, was defined by his smile and courage, and that not even the strongest winds have blown away the embers he left, because a group of people was still cultivating them and keeping them ablaze.

As All Might cries, Stain tells him that he really doesn't recognize All Might in who he sees now, but if he still is the admirable hero, than he should end Stain and use the information he had gathered from Tartarus. So he throws the former Symbol of Peace a knife with the info, and tells him that all of this is for the sake of a better society.

All Might cries... and the lady, while watching the sky, concludes that the rain has finally stopped.

...

...

This chapter... I already love it, just from the spoilers. I like how the characters approached each other, the dialogue, the scene with the girl... Stunning, really.

The title seems to be a question: who are you?

Who do you guys think is the receiving end of this question?

I think it's All Might... It's definitely Toshinori.

He's being asked this by Stain, and by his subconscious too.

And while his subconscious keeps torturing itself with thoughts of not being enough, his efforts going to waste, his achievements and the symbol he poses being all a lie, destruction being all that's left... Stain, and another part of his mind tell him that despite everything, his efforts are still there: he's clearly still a hero to the people, like the woman's behavior is showing; there are still people willing to uphold is values and that see him as an inspiration. The destruction WILL end, somehow, because the people are working for peace to finally prevail.

The rain has finally stopped: this phrase is super important. It doesn't really make the situation less dangerous, because who knows what AFO is planning or how the final showdown may go. It does, however, mean that the mood, the resolve of the Heroes, is changing. It's getting better. They're finally seeing the sun. This means that there is finally hope. These last chapters where all building up to this: the end of the rain, of the despair...

After a hurricane comes a rainbow... but for now we have the end of the rain and the reappearance of the sun.

The real hurricane will come with the final battle... After which, a new society could emerge. A new, better society. Like Stain wanted, as misguided as he may have been. Like All Might has always wanted, as disillusioned as he has been as of late.

So, let's look forward to the end. The final battle, we all feel it, is every day nearer... But this time, the sun is on our side.

A stronger, renewed resolve and hope, are on our side.

We'll be taking it all back, people!

Like Midoriya said... We'll take it all back,and AFO will be defeated.

EDIT: Thank you for all the likes and the reblogs, guys! I really hope I can bring other interesting reviews and opinions to the fandom, though as always you are free to disagree with them. See ya in the next BNHA manga chapter!

#bnha #bnha 326 #toshinori yagi #stain #akaguro chizome #all might #spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga

[trico-cottage]

❀Ghost In Action -BFU Shane x Reader x Ryan (Platonic)-

Pairing: Ryan Bergara x reader (Platonic) Shane Medej x reader (Platonic)

Gn!reader

Warnings: Language, slight innuendo

Word Count: 1,491

"Back to where it all began" Ryan announced to the camera. I stifled a laugh and followed him as he did a dramatic slow walk towards the house. Shane just gave the camera a look and picked up his bag while shaking his head and walking ahead of us.

"We came here as boys, now we return as men.. and woman." Shane added, receiving a look from me as he glanced back at us.

"I'm glad to be back. How's it feel being your first time here Y/N?" Ryan asks, turning to me as I gaze up at the mansion.

"Gotta be honest, not looking very haunted from out here. In fact, it's really just beautiful." I say, turning to face the boys. Shane chuckles and nods. "Yeah, it wasn't very haunted last time we visited, on account of the fact that ghosts aren't real." He adds pointedly.

Ryan rolls his eyes at the tall man and picks up the sleeping bag he had dropped at his feet. Shane and I follow suit and the three of us walk through the doors of the mansion for a dramatic shot.

We all leave our belongings in a room and gather in the living room where the crew is setting up. I pull up a chair while Ryan rustles through his script papers.

After getting the mics and cameras set up, Ryan begins his reading for the history of the house. It was only 3pm, so we had plenty of time to get the narration done before we went hunting for the footage. "This week for the season premier on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we reinvestigate the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California, as a part of our ongoing investigation into the question, are ghosts real?" Ryan recites to the cameras, earning the usual shake of the head from Shane. I smile at the camera and turn back to Ryan as he continues with the history of the house.

"Avid fans of the show may remember that this is the site of our first paranormal investigation ever, and tonight, we return to once again tangle with Sarah Winchester and her cast of ghouls. This time stronger, faster, and more prepared with Y/N on our side. And tonight, we're actually gonna sleep here unlike last time." Ryan narrates as Shane and I make faces and gestors at the camera.

"You guys are lucky you brought me, because I brought snacks." I grinned, holding up a small backpack that crinkled as I let it drop the the floor.

"I'll stop by your room for concessions when Ryan's crying wakes me up then." Shane says while clapping his hands together, earning a glare from Ryan.

Upon nightfall, we head into our investigation. "You think you will talk to any ghosts this time? Maybe make some friends?" I tease Ryan as we head down a windowed corridor. "Shut it pip-squeak." He snaps back, shining his flashlight at me. "I'm literally like 2 inches shorter than you. If anyone here is short, is you, bite-sized bitch." I retort while panning my light over his figure.

"Could you two can it? You are both miniatures, no point in fighting about whose smaller." Shane says as he walks between the two of you. "Yeah? Says the walking fucking tree." I say, poking his back and sticking my tongue out at him. "Wow, real original, Shortcake." He scoffs while ruffling my hair. I reply by acting like I was going to bite him, and he laughs and keeps walking.

As we reach a peculiar set of stairs, Ryan tells a bit about them. "This is one of the stranger additions the the house, a set of stairs that leads to absolutely nowhere." Shane butts in "You know, if you walk up those there stairs, you'll find God!" He mocks in a crazy old man voice as I approach the steps. "Let's test it out and see!" I yell as I start dramatically climbing the stairs.

Once I was up as far as I could go, Ryan comments "Oh go on, you can go further than that!" I roll my eyes and turn around, curling up on the top set, squished against the ceiling. "Happy?!" I yell. "Sure am." Ryan says, laughing at my contorted body.

We continue touring the house, stopping to yell at ghosts and listen to Ryan talk about various facts. We eventually reach another door. "More rooms? I swear this house goes on foreverrrr." I whine. "Nope, this is a door you wouldn't want to go through." Ryan comments while tugging it open.

On the other side is a courtyard and a sheer drop. "That wasn't very well planned." Shane quips. I chuckle at him and Ryan just looks disappointed. I ignore them and carefully point my camera down to get a scary shot of the drop.

As I lean forward a bit, one of the boys nudges my back and I struggle to grab the doorframe. I turn and look at them and glare. "Not funny assholes." I growl as they look at me confused. "What are you talking about?" Ryan asks. "I'm talking about whichever one of you just fucking tried to push me." I hiss back. They give each other a look and I shake my head and turn back to the courtyard.

I crouch down to avoid them pushing me out and point my camera back down to finish the shot. As I'm panning my camera up, I get pushed again. This time I wasn't fast enough to grab the frame and I toppled out to the ground below. The boys shout as they and the crew rush out as fast as they can.

When they reach me in the courtyard, one of the crew members calls an ambulance. "Not.. funny." I grumble as I try pushing myself up. With a pained groan, I let myself fall back to the concrete.

Once the ambulance arrives, both the boys frantically ask them questions. The paramedics push them back, letting them know only family is allowed in the vehicle, and they will have to drive to the hospital. Shane convinces them to let him ride with me under the excuse of him "being my boyfriend". Ryan hops into the car and follows the ambulance to the hospital.

After a couple hours, a nurse entered the waiting room and informed the boys that they could come get me to be discharged. They both jumped up and followed her to my room and were greeted by the doctor.

"They have a concussion, fractured hip, a some scrapes and bruising. We got them all patched up. They'll be perfectly fine with some rest, just keep an eye on them." He says and looks up from his clipboard, directing his attention to Shane. "Try to hold off for a few weeks. Maybe more depending on how long the hip takes to heal." He comments, giving Shane a 'dad look' through his glasses.

Shane almost jumps to defend himself, before remembering telling the paramedics that he was my boyfriend. Instead, he just forces down a blush and nods at the doctor. The doctor just chuckles at him and looks back to his clipboard. "It looks like they are safe to leave. Remember to make sure they don't try to walk on their own and keep an eye on them." He says with a smile.

After getting back to my apartment, the boys helped to settle me in my bed. "So we talked to the producers on the way back, and they said we can schedule some time to go back if we need to, but I think we will have enough footage." Ryan explains while helping to grab some pajamas for me to change into. "And I sorted out your medical leave for you so you don't have to worry. I told them it was my fault."

"Wow, thanks for fessing up and telling them the truth." I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. Shane is quick to defend Ryan. "It wasn't his fault. Neither of us even touched you. You must have just fallen yourself." I scoff at him with a glare. "Then I'm gonna need to see that footage because you two are a bunch of lying assholes."

Ryan's eyes widen as he realizes. "OH MY GOD WE CAUGHT A FUCKING GHOST ON CAMERA." He yells causing me to cringe and cover my ears from my headache. "That or they are just clumsy as hell." Shane comments, earning another glare from me.

"Can I just get some sleep and have you assholes leave me be?" I half-joke as I reach for some water. "Nah, we've gotta keep an eye on you. Doctor's orders." Shane says cheekily. I throw my pillow at them and they laugh, bidding me goodnight.

Let's just hope they are liars, and I didn't just get pushed out of a door by a ghost.

#bfu #buzzfeed #buzzfeed true crime #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed ryan #buzzfeed unsolved ryan #buzzfeed shane #buzzfeed unsolved shane #shane medej #ryan bergara #ryan x reader #ryan bergara x reader #shane x reader #shane medej x reader #x reader #platonic #bfu x reader #buzzfeed unsolves x reader

[windhamsrotunda]

Roman Reigns x Y/N {Your Name} - "I Like The Way Your Hand Fits In Mine".

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Y/N

Category: FLUFF, Lots of Cuteness. | Angst!

Summary: After a long day at work, Y/N and Roman go clothes-shopping at Y/N's favorite store and then go home to cuddle.

Warnings: Some Language, | Angst! | FLUFF // Cliffhanger at the end!

Requested by: @tribalhotness 💕

Word Count: 2.7k+

Document 17.docx {WRITTEN IN WORD DOCS}.

1 / 8

Y/N taps her fingers upon her desk, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

‘’When’s Roman going to come home?’’ She glances over at the clock impatiently. She is stubborn when it came to Roman’s work schedule, she knew he has long and busy work days ahead of him. Sighing, she removes her glasses off of her face and sets them down on the wooden desk, to where she usually does her readings and college essays. Y/N lays her head down on her desk, getting a shut eye as she sleeps in a deep slumber.

*Y/N’s DREAM*

The dream occurred with candles lit up next to the foot of the bed in rows. Roman had come home about late at night. Y/N is waiting by the foot of her bed, the lit-up candles swooshed in the darkness, lighting up the whole room as he walked in.

He dropped his bags down onto the floor, looking to Y/N’s path.  

‘’Oh my god, this is amazing, Y/N.’’ He greets with a smile, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend of 5 years. She swoons in his embraced arms, tangling her fingers into his long, Samoan black hair.

‘’I am glad you like it; I did this for us, baby.’’ She smiled softly, as her boyfriend Roman cups her face delicately with one hand, while his other hand was in Y/N’s, he says:

‘’I like how your hand fits into mine.’’  

The way Y/N blushes are adorable to Roman, she kisses him on the lips and took him to the side of the bed. Plopping down on the bed next to her boyfriend, she strokes the side of his face.  

Daydreaming inside a dream is lucid, although, she kept herself in check and didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise. Y/N’s body was comfortable next to Roman’s, her body shifted to face him.  

‘’You are my sunshine,’’ She crinkles her nose cutely as her hands falls into his.

‘’My only sunshine,’’ He sang back, surprised that he knew the song.  

Receiving a little laugh from Y/N, she looked into his deep, brown chocolate eyes and purses her lips a little. Roman pecks her neck in response from her pursed lips, earning a small and passionate groan from his girlfriend. He hums, scrutinizing her body language. How she sits so perfectly, how the strands of her hair fell delicately on her shoulders, weighing themselves. The exterior of the window a bit crack to get that feeling of life again in the spare bedroom, Y/N says to Roman:

‘’I love the living daylights out of you, Roman. I want to let that sink into your mind and remember I always have your back.’’

He smiles, and kissed her again.

2 / 8

***END OF DREAM***

Y/N woke up, hearing the door handle open to her bedroom, it’s Roman with his luggage in his hands like the dream started out with. She groggily groans, met by her boyfriend, he walks over to the foot of her bed looking at her where she slept on her desk.

‘’Could’ve just slept in your bed,’’ He suggested, giggling a little at the marks on her forehead from resting.

‘’Oh, be quiet.’’ She laughs, getting up and walking over to Roman. There, they sit together on the bed before deciding to go somewhere.

‘’Y/N, what do you want to do?’’

‘’Go clothes-shopping with you,’’ Y/N announced, he crinkles up his nose at the idea, but he didn’t mind at all since it’s supposed to be a fun day for him and her.

‘’Okay! Sure thing, baby girl.’’ He kissed her forehead.

When they got to the mall, Roman held hands with his girlfriend Y/N. Of course, Roman has to dress up in disguise so he wouldn’t get recognized by some crazy fan. He only wants to spend time with his girlfriend and have fun going clothes shopping. Y/N gazes upon the lovely dresses they have displayed, feeling the soft and eye-appealing fabric on the dresses.

‘’I love this one,’’ She points at the dress to Roman that she was admiring. Roman smiled and said:

‘’Why don’t you try it on in the dressing room and let me see how it looks on you?’’  

She walks into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Removing her clothing, she slips on the luxurious black dress, Y/N then zips the backup of the dress and exits the spare dressing room to show Roman. ‘’You look so stunning, love.’’ He smiles softly, his facial expression sweet.  

‘’Thank you so much, Ro.’’ She smiles back; her face flushing in red. He takes his hand into her’s again, going up to the cash register. Y/N bought a lot of things, like richened jewelry, her new favorite black dress, some shoes and lots of scrunchies.  

‘’Is this all of you, ma’am?’’ The woman at the cash register asks, eyes fixated on Roman.  

‘’Yeah,’’ Y/N replies, then realizing the woman at the cash register was googling at her man.

‘’Your total comes up to $77.69,’’ She proclaims, bagging up the clothing and accessories, looking up at Roman every now and then. She never took her eyes off of Roman.

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‘’Um, yeah thanks for googling at my man.’’ Y/N said abruptly, pushing the money towards the cash register woman, which causes Roman to giggle a little. ‘’Let’s go, Ro.’’ She takes his hand, and walked away without a trace.  

Supposedly, they are in a state of mind of: ‘’staying in Paris’’, to get away from their parents – The idea of cuddling on a stormy, Monday night watching Netflix series of a clique of girls who are cheerleaders, a type of horror flick. It’s Y/N’s favorite types of movies, however, Roman did not mind the cheerleader movies. Suddenly, he had an idea.

‘'Y/N?’’ he announces during the movie.

‘’Yes?’’

He taps his fingers upon her lap, and says:

‘’This is very weird of me to ask, but how about we pause the movie and listen to our favorite songs?’’  

She looks at him in direct contact, she grinned.  

‘’And dance?’’ She inquires, getting up off the couch.

‘’To slow and reverb songs, of course.’’

{A/N - I am obsessed with slowed and reverb versions of songs I like, so it’s type of an aesthetic mood I go through; Anyway, on with the fic.}

Roman got up off the couch too, and opened his iPhone to play a song by The Neighbourhood, but in slowed version.

‘’This seems familiar,’’

‘’Like 7 years ago familiar.’’ Roman added, running hands through his hair.

Y/N hummed to the beat of the song, then recognizing the ‘’heart beat through the floor beat’’ that she hasn’t listened to in forever ago.

He extends his hand towards her hand, to where they danced slowly under the dimmed lights of the living room. The world stops between the two of them, the echoes through the song seems as if Y/N and Roman are romanticizing it.  She lays her head down on Roman’s shoulder while they dance.

***Y/N’s FLASHBACK TO 2014***

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Y/N was at the bar with Roman, the first time they met – was magical. The song SWEATER WEATHER played in the background of the bar through the speakers,

‘’Care if I get you a drink?’’ His charming smile was contagious to her, she couldn’t say ‘’no.’’ to the Samoan man, whose face was so sunny. She felt lovesick to the 6’3 guy, feeling like ‘’he could hold both her hands in the holes of her sweater.’’ Afterward, Y/N was out of the bar with the Samoan

‘’Thank you so much for a wonderful night,’’ He smiles, before he turned his back, he remembered to keep in contact with Y/N.

‘’What’s your name?’’ She asks, feeling in love on a Friday night.

‘’My name is Roman, but you can call me Ro.’’ Her cheeks heated up when he wrapped an arm around her waist. The feeling of Roman’s huge arm around her waist was ‘’superior’’, yet ‘’so good.’’ ‘’You alright, baby girl?’'

She snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up at Roman.

‘’Yeah, just stared off into space for a little there---- And my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.’’  

He laughed, ‘’Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Let me take you home.’’

So, they got in Roman’s car together to drive off to Y/N’s house -  

‘’What brings you here in Florida?’’  Roman asked Y/N.

‘’Oh, well I am visiting family and I decided to go on vacation. I take care of animals at a local animal shelter – it's called Pet Resort.’’ She replied.  

He hummed at her, smiling.

‘’Interesting,’’ he said, his arm still wrapped around her waist as he pulled up to her house. The both of them got out Roman’s car, there, Y/N stumbled a little due to the fact she got a little drunk.  

‘’Whew,’’ she said, almost falling on her ass.

‘’Easy there.’’ Roman tried his best not to laugh at his new friend Y/N, but helped her back up on her two feet.  

‘’Thank you,’’ She half-drunk slurred, smiled widely at Reigns.  

‘’Anytime, baby girl.’’

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‘’Y/N?’’ Roman snapped a finger in front of his girlfriend’s face, to which she got caught daydreaming.

‘’Huh?’’ she shook her head, eyes up at her boyfriend.

‘’What were you daydreaming about...?’’ He asks her in a bit of concern, and stopped the music.

So, she played stupid and abruptly told him:  

‘’Nothing, I was just daydreaming about unicorns.’’

‘’Unicorns?’’ Roman’s face is now puzzled, trying to figure out his girlfriend. ‘’Nah, baby girl. You were daydreaming about something else. Come on, tell me the tribal chief the truth.’’ Her cheeks heat up with red, his huge finger now on her tilted jawline.  

She shifts her body weight to turn her back, standing in embarrassment, Roman folds his arms across his chest. ‘’You can tell me anything,’’ he says.

‘’Nope.’’ She bravely answered, running away without a sight and headed into her downstairs bedroom to lock the door behind her.  

He groaned with frustration in response, basically playing a game of ‘’Tag, You’re It’’ or ‘’Hide and Seek,’’ Roman wasn’t up for the challenge of finding his girlfriend. But he has to get an answer from her one way or the other. He knocked on the door.

‘’Baby girlllll, can’t hide from the chief foreverrrr.’’ He sang in a cocky tone, kicking the door with his foot.  

‘’Y/N is not here right now!’’ Y/N yelled, army crawling underneath her bed. That pissed him off, he kicks the door open and walks in to the entrance of her bedroom. Looking everywhere for her, he then sees two feet buried underneath of Y/N’s bed. Roman crouches down to meet her laying on her stomach.

‘’Get the hell out of there, you damn childish woman.’’ She declines his demands, so he has to pull her out by her ankles, receiving a big yelp from his girlfriend.  

‘’So uh, I guess you won the game of Hide and Seek?’’ she jokingly says, he rolls his eyes in a reply.

‘’Hide and Seek is for little girls and boys,’’ He pouts, tapping his foot on the wooden flooring of Y/N’s bedroom.

She stands on her tippy toes to kiss her boyfriend, then ran away again.  

‘’Oh, my fucking god Y/N! If you don’t tell me what you were daydreaming about, I am leaving.’’ He threatens, feeling like he’s being toyed with.

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She stops in her tracks, and walks calmly back to her boyfriend. Y/N pushes her glasses up at the bridge of her nose, and says:

‘’Fine, so be it since you want to be Mr. Badass.’’ She utters, staring at the tempered Samoan Man.

She turns her back, making a great mistake. He turns her around without any warning and hoists her up. ‘’Ahh! Let me go!’’ she yells.

‘’No ma’am.’’ He growls, carrying her body weight on his broad shoulders. He then sets her down on her couch. ‘’Are you going to tell me?’’ Elbows pressed down on the arm of the couch, with hands resting in his cheeks as he stared at his girlfriend Y/N in deep consideration.

‘’Fine!’’ she chokes out, ‘’I will tell you! It was a 7 year ago memory, from where we first met and I fell drunk on my ass that night, you literally had to carry me inside my house.’’ Y/N’s embarrassed, now the tribal chief had gotten her attention, her strand of hair fell down on her face. She continued:

‘’The song that was playing was our favorite song, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. How it was so nice of you to carry me in the house like that, with your strong ass self.’’ Smiling weakly, her breathing got shallow like cold ocean waves hitting against human’s flesh.

He looks at his girlfriend, about to cry. ‘’No, don’t cry---’’

She cuts him off with a firm: ‘’You’re not the Roman I’ve met!’’ and left the room.  

Leaving the head of the table stunned, he slams his fist down on the arm of the couch, shouting: ‘’DAMN Y/N! THEN AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME, WHAT WAS I TO YOU!?’’

Memories flashed before Roman’s eyes, 2-3 years ago from him telling his girl Y/N about his leukemia coming back, telling the whole world who was in the audience that day and watching at home -  

‘’I am sorry.’’ He plops himself down on the couch, hands folded into his lap and bowed his head down. Closing his eyes, he pictured better days with Y/N. Attempting not to cry, he gives a deep exhale of frustration and hurt inside of his gut. Rubbing his head, he lays his body down on the couch. Tapping his foot at the end of the arm of the couch, his mind’s scattered like papers scattered on a desk after studying. You know how your brain hurts right after studying and taking time-management on for college? You know that feeling deep down inside for when you give it your all for your fans, your girlfriend, your friends and family? Me too. I’ve been there before.

The soft guitar strings play in the back of Roman’s mind; his eyes sewn shut, trying not to remember the gut-wrenching feeling he gave Y/N. He has to apologize somehow.

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Hours of sleep wasted away, his heart pounded hard in his chest, waking up to Y/N sitting on the arm of the couch, she looked at him.

‘’You’re just not the Roman I’ve met.’’ She muttered quietly, fumbling with her pockets, unsure of to forgive Roman or not.

‘’Sweetheart...’’ He fights back piles of tears starting to form in his chocolate brown eyes, trying not to get worked up over the ‘’You’re not the same person I’ve met 7 years ago.’’ comment.

She takes an inhale of oxygen, then exhales. Attempting to stay content, her body sent shivers down her spine coldly. Getting up, she gives a glance at Roman burying his hands in his face. She never saw him cry like this, ever before in the past 7 years. Of course, it was small cries, or a good 30 second cry.

Walking over to the presence of Roman, Y/N hugged him tight into an unforgettable embrace. They sat there, hugging each other for about 10 minutes.

‘’I never want to lose you,’’ she whispers, stroking the Samoan's long black strands of hair.

‘’You won’t lose me, trust me.’’ He mumbles, wiping his tears away with his black tank top.

Her eyes grow with trust, meaning she trusted in what Roman was telling her – that she would NEVER lose him. And he would never lose her. She knows deep inside of her everything Roman told her was true, the usual ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You look beautiful today’’ was the reason why Y/N had stayed alive. This is not a cliffhanging ending, nor a bad ending – it is a happy ending between the two of them.

‘’Y/N?’’ he turned his attention to Y/N, who was blubbering.

‘’Y-Yes, Roman?’’

He stops what he is saying, and places his hands into his girlfriends’ of 5 years.  

‘’Will you marry me?’’ He proclaims aloud, shaking his head yes in all smiles at the reaction of Y/N, the words that came out of her mouth are: ‘’I say yes!’’ She cries in joy, hugging her newlywed fiancé tightly. Roman Reigns isn’t always your cocky heel character, but he sure knew how to make things better.

‘’I love you, Y/N Anoa’i.’’

‘’I love you too, Roman.’’

---END---

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