#wanted to spend the rest of his life throwing around a ball and crying in a car??

[chr0llossexygf]

SHE IS ART

PAIRING eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY eddie accidentally ruins your art and tries to make it up to you by sneaking into your room and drawing it again. all though he has no artistic skills, it’s an excuse to spend time with you and admire your beauty.

NOTE yall wtf why did my last post get so many likes i’m literally crying wtf thank u sm it means so much to me!2&:93737

WARNING cuss words!!

“ or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” eddie yells walking on the table looking at the jocks, “ you want something freak?” jason says. you smile looking down at your drawing, you had your headphones on listening to the smiths. “ fuck i have to do it again.” you mumble under your breath reaching for your eraser, due to holding the pencil for so long your hands were sweaty. dropping the eraser, you bend down to grab the eraser.

you jump quickly taking off your headphones leaving them to rest on your neck and looking back up to see eddie walking on your table. “So as long as your not into parties!” he yells looking at the ‘cool kids’ table. he steps on your drawing, ruining it. with his dirty boots, permanently damaging the paper. “ no no!” you say putting your headphones down on the table. you look at the drawing and pout.

eddie looks down and quickly stumbles off the table earning a few laughs, “ loser!” someone yells. “ oh shit.” eddie says quickly getting up and looking at you. “ i didn’t mean to-” eddie says looking at the drawing he damaged. “ it’s fine.” you mumble biting your lower lip upset. eddie directs his attention to you, “ i swear i didn’t see you- no i mean i did- i just didn’t think- i’m so sorry.” he says quickly sitting down in-front of you. “ it’s fine don’t worry.” you look up at him.

holy

crap

jesus

christ

eddie’s eyes widen, you were the most beautiful girl ever. like literally ever. he’s never seen someone so beautiful in his life, as stupid as it sounds you were the most perfect girl he’d ever seen. he thought it was crazy, how he doesn’t even know your name yet his heart is pounding. your eyes, fuck they were so pretty to him. your lips, your lips, your lips, your lips, your beautiful lips that were in a pout that he thought was the cutest thing ever. he doesn’t even know who you are yet he’s so inlove with you.

“ no its not fine! i mean look at yo- this look this!” he stutters almost blowing his cover. “ this is amazing art and i ruined it.” he says again grabbing the paper he ruined. you cover your face with the sleeves of your jacket, your face heating up. no one had ever complimented your art. eddie smiles, he can’t take this anymore your so adorable oh my god oh my god.

“ it’s not.” you whisper still hiding your face, eddie gasps dramatically. “ what?! this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.” lie, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you put your hands down smiling, “ thanks.” you mumble, your face red. “ d-do you seriously like it?” you ask biting your nail nervously. eddie grins, he looks down at the drawing. “ yeah of course. i mean look at it.” eddie says admiring the piece of art, trying to actually focus on the ‘art’ and not your face. because you honestly are a work of art. “ i dont i guess people think drawing is for children and it’s a waste of time.” you say biting your lower lip. “ yeah well i’m eddie the ‘freak’ munson so i don’t have the right to judge people, and honestly if i were to judge-”

he suddenly flew back off the table, he puts his hand on his heart dramatically. he then suddenly points at your art, “ that has got to be the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen!” he exclaims out loud. you look around the cafeteria and everybody was staring at you, you cover your face giggling. you grab your eraser and throw it at him, “ get back here!” you whisper yell your face bright red. eddie grabs the eraser and chuckles, “ sorry sorry. couldn’t control myself.” he sits back down infront of your. “ let me fix it.” he says. you tilt your head to the side confused, “ what do you mean fix it? you can draw?” you ask quickly sitting up. eddie starts laughing, “ no no i’m more of the guitar guy. but i mean i can try to fix it.” eddie says covering his face with his hair shyly. you smile, “ yeah! yeah of course? just uh how.”

“ easy i can just sneak into your room.” he says letting go of his hair, “ w-what? my parents are home!” you whisper yell crossing your hands. “ i can be a quiet.” he says covering his mouth with his finger. “ yeah but i’ve never snuck anyone in my room before.” you say nervously looking down at your jeans. “ hey hey it’s okay i don’t have to-” you look up. “ no no i want you too!” you blurt out, “ no i mean yeah of course just be really really quiet. like extremely extremely quiet.” you say grabbing your sketchbook and pencil case, eddie breaks down laughing at your nervousness. “ oh so you do want me there?” he says standing up crossing his hands. “ shut it.” you start running to the cafeteria door, “ i live in 2536 maple street! the house with the swings out front!” you yell waving at eddie smiling.

eddie nods waving back. he looks back down at the table and sees the ruined drawing, he smiles grabbing it and gently folding it putting it in his pocket. he ran back to his table and quickly sat down, everybody was staring at him. “ what was that?” dustin says. “ what was what?” eddie says looking at dustin. “ you talking to y/n?” dustin says raising an eyebrow. “ what about it?” he asks. “ nothing nothing.” dustin throws his hands up in defeat. he couldn’t bring up the fact that, that little interaction was the happiest he’d seen eddie.

at home

you were laying in bed reading a book and listening to the smiths. you quickly close your book and turn around to see eddie banging on your window. you stand up and run to the window opening it. “ h-help me out.” he groans, you grab his hand pulling him in. he falls. you laugh covering your mouth. he stands up and takes a deep breath in, “ see told you very quiet.” he says looking back at you. “ yeah very quiet it’s very fascinating.” you giggle. “ soo this is your room..the smiths? really?” he says crossing his hands walking around your room.

“ yes the smiths! i don’t listen to matellica and the black sabbaths eddie.” you say sitting on your bed, “ yeah i mean clearly.” he whispers. you throw a pillow at him, “ what do you mean ‘clearly’?” you say using air quotations. eddie smiles, “ i mean look at you, your like the most gentle person i’ve ever seen. you have this soft aura and energy you know.” he says sitting down on your bed, on the edge. “ what about me? is it obvious that i listen to heavy metal?” he says looking at you raising an eyebrow. you laugh again. god your laugh is so angelic

“ are you seriously asking me that? i mean look at you! you have like the coolest hair in the world, and like you have those really pretty tattoos.” you say pointing at his tattoos. pretty? pretty? you think his tattoos are pretty? his heart just exploded.

he turns around feeling his face heat up, he coughs. “ so uhm the art thing!” he says trying to change the subject. “ oh yeah hold on.” you say standing up walking to your desk grabbing a sketch pad and your pencil case. “ here.” you hand him a pencil. he grabs the pencil and smiles, you open your sketch pad. you lay down flat on your stomach with your sketch pad infront of you. eddie repositions himself so he’s fully on the bed sitting infront of the sketch pad. you two begin to draw.

you cover your face trying to hide your giggles, eddie looks at you then back at the drawing and starts laughing. “ d-do you want me to help you?” you ask through giggles. “ first of all i’m offended and yes i actually do need help i don’t know how to do this.” he says laughing. you sit up and scoot next to him. “ okay so uh, here hold onto my hand.” you say.

you gave him butterflies, so so so so many butterflies it’s crazy.

eddie wraps his hand on yours gripping the pencil, “ okay now we are gonna draw gently.” you say dragging the pencil across the paper. his hands were sweaty and shaky but you didn’t care. you liked having his hand on you. it made you feel…safe and warm? oh god..

“ perfect!” you say looking at the drawing before laughing, eddie shook his head looking down at the paper. he wasn’t paying attention to the drawing, he was looking at you the entire time. admiring your wide profile, how pretty you were. he was mad himself for noticing you. you were so so dang beautiful.

“ that looks horrible.” he says. “ it’s not horrible it’s definitely something though!” you say trying to catch your breath. you let go of the pencil and eddie quickly wipes his hand on his pants trying to get rid of the sweat. you rip the drawing from the sketch pad and grab tape, you rip a piece of tape and tape the drawing on your wall. “ perfect!” you exclaim clapping gently. eddie smiles, you jump on the bed and sit down. you grab your markers and grab eddie’s hand. “ can i color in your tattoos?” you ask shyly.

“ yes yes yes of course!” he blurts. you smile grabbing his hand placing it on your lap. you roll up his sleeve and start colouring in his tattoos, eddie was going crazy. in the inside of course. he hoped you couldn’t be able to hear his heart beating, cuz it was literally going crazy. like batshit crazy. he bites his lower lip unable to contain his smile. “ look this is bob.” you say pointing at the dog you drew. “ oh no way that’s sick!” he exclaims out loud. you immediately put your finger on his lips, “ shh quietly.” you whisper. eddie looks down at your finger and nods gently, “ bob looks really cool.” he whispers, he grabs your finger. you two stare at each other

he slowly places your hand on his chest. “ this-this isn’t normal..” he whispers still staring at you. you drop the marker still looking at him. “ why does my heart keep pounding y/n..” he whispers gently tightening the grip on your hand. “ i-i don’t know eddie..” you whisper. “ i don’t know what’s happening to me. i don’t know what you keep doing to me y/n but it’s driving my crazy.” he whispers letting go of your hand.

“ go!” you say. “ w-what?” eddie says confused. “ go go go eddie go!” you say grabbing his hand rushing him to the window. “ i don’t understand what’s happening?” he says tilting his head to the side. “ my dad is coming i can hear his footsteps!” you quickly open the window. “ go go go eddie he’ll kill me!” you say again. “ fuck fuck okay!” he says going through the window. “ hold on!” you grab onto his hand. you look back at the door then back at eddie. you lower yourself and kiss his cheek. “ okay go go go!” you giggle. eddie stares at you dumbfounded. “ eddie!” you yell as you hear the door opening. “ fuck sorry! love you- i mean no i don’t no i do okay bye!” he yells jumping. he falls on his ass making you laugh, “ i’m good i’m good!” he throws his thumbs up before quickly standing up dusting his ass off. he quickly runs off.

you laugh watching him run, “ bye l/n! see you tomorrow!” he yells from across the street. you wave back smiling. your door opens and you immediately turn around, it’s your dad. “ sweetie lower the music please.” he says. you quickly shut the window close. “ yeah yeah of course dad love you.” you say covering the window. “ alright.” he closes the door.

you jump on your bed grabbing a pillow screaming into it, your legs kicking the air.

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[sillyromance]

Can you make comfort vore? From Optimus?

Hello, dear evelyntyecrqzy!

Sure! Here you go!

P.S: there is angst and one heavy word in this work. Also I've written it from the first person's perspective... I really hope you don't mind it.

Have a good day and take care!

***

- How do you feel, little one?

It was late evening; almost all the lights were gone, the only bright area was Ratchet’s lab: the old medic was staring at the big green screen, typing aggressively on the panel and mumbling something inaudible. He was too busy to pay attention to anything else. The rest of the team left to their quarters after they had brought the kids home. No body had shown any signs of life since then.

I was lying on the couch, curled up in a tight ball. My head felt heavy and hurt; I felt cold and lonely. It was hard to hold back sobbing, but I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention - nobody cared anyways. Why would they? Were my problems that important?

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears running down my cheeks violently as my shoulders started shuddering...

And then I heard his deep, gentle voice.

"How do you feel, little one?" - I turned my red face to the huge mech behind me. Optimus Prime, my guardian. Through the cacophony of my thoughts I hadn't heard him coming. His blue optics far above glowed with concern.

I hurried to wipe the tear tracks from my face and stand up, mumbling something like: "Sorry" or "It's fine, don't bother yourself..." But as far as I did this, his large servo wrapped around me and very soon I found myself sitting on his plain rough palm, being swirled with his kind, sad gaze. I felt nothing but guilt, though the only reason for it was my depressing mood. I couldn't look straight at him, turning away over and over, rubbing my hot cheeks in attempt to get rid of the tears. I hated myself for the mess I had become – I waited for him to throw me away as far as he would get a good look at my ugliness. However, Optimus didn't seem disgusted with me at all.

- Did someone offend you? - The mech asked again with the same sincere tenderness in his tone.

I shook my head negatively.

- Is it something in your body?

I closed my face with both hands and shook the head even more violently, crooking.

- No...

- And what’s about your soul?..

I sniffed silently; choking sensation dug its claws into my throat as it let out a pathetic "Mm-gm..." and I nodded. Everything in me just fell somewhere down; I felt my poor heart beating hysterically in the stomach. There was a crazy mix of panicking fear and complete indifference. I was trembling, wishing to be left alone. But even more, I wanted to be comforted. I wanted someone to embrace me and whisper soothing words, to say that it was going to be OK, to stroke my hair as if I was just a kid. But wasn't it too much to ask? I didn't dare to believe Optimus would bother himself to spend time with such a puny, pathetic creature.

After this cut through my head, I couldn't keep myself from crying anymore – I literally burst out.

- Hey, look at me, Y/N.

Hesitantly, I obliged. I was ready to see disappointment or distaste, but instead...

- There is nothing to be embarrassed with. Do you want to talk about it?

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. Did he really... worry about me? Of course, as my guardian, he should have, regardless... Wasn't I dreaming?

- W-what d-do you m-mean? – I replied indecisively.

- I thought, perhaps you could share your pain with someone. Sometimes it helps. - A small, understanding smile appeared on his faceplate. - I'm sorry... It hurts my spark to see such precious little thing crying.

I lost my ability to speak for some seconds.

- Does it r-really? W-why?

Prime's eyebrows lifted up in surprise.

- Because you matter. You're my friend, Y/N. Friends help each other, don't they?

His gravely voice had already had its way with me. My shudders calmed down and though my eyes were still wet, I couldn't help but smiled back at him.

- Thank you... for this... But I don't want to talk right now...

- It's absolutely fine...

- ... I'm very, very tired, though. - At the moment I said that, my spine weakened and I collapsed at the flat, warm surface of Optimus' hand.

Something childish, basic, something from the abyss of my wild, subconscious core suddenly arose inside me and escaped my chest with barely audible plead.

- Please... Don't leave me here...

A quiet sigh rambled beside me; my entire figure was washed with warm air of his exhale.

- Don't worry, Y/N. I won't.

His digits closed over my tiny form. I wasn't able to see a thing anymore, but I could say for sure that we moved away from the place.

Quite soon the sounds of Ratchet's work faded away. Optimus opened one of the many electric doors and walked into a somewhat room - I heard a soft "whoosh" as the panel shifted back to its place. My guardian set me free on his berth, and only then I understood that we were in his private room. Sitting down beside me, he spoke even gentler than before:

- You are out of energy. And so do I. But still, I don't want you to stay alone...

Do you trust me?

I nod, already predicting where he was heading to. Cybotronian friends committed this small ritual with humans regularly; many were fond of it. However, I had never tried it with him. I couldn't claim that I was completely inexperienced too, but those previous times were emergencies which I couldn't truly like – they were harsh and distasteful like a rotten fruit. Now... It promised to be much more intimate. And it depended only on my wish.

I glanced at him through my eyelashes - I was too sleepy to keep the eyes wide open - and murmured:

- I do.

Optimus nodded. I was lifted up again - straight to his mouth.

Slowly, controlling every his movement, my guardian guided me inside his maw and laid my feet on his squishy glossa - there was a faint blue light twinkling at the back of his depthless throat illuminating a humid, warm chamber. Thanks to him I didn't even touch the sharp dents – their deadly blades loomed right above me, but stayed harmless, serving simply a reminder of what power Optimus actually had over me. The glossa curled around my legs as soft, thick blanket, then released them and I was pushed further to the glowing entrance of the esophagus.

I stared down, processing what was about to happen. I appreciated the leisure pace Optimus chose with me; his gentle licks and steady, rhythmical ventilating brought me nothing but comfort and peace. I sensed my toes in his pharynx and waited for inevitable with dull thrill - to be unceremoniously drugged into misty, humid confines of the muscles’ trap, to be deafed and choked. That what I was usually met with before, every time I was gulped down. However, when Optimus swallowed, his artificial, metal flesh contracted just slightly, pulling me so carefully inside that I almost missed the moment. It was like... A hug. The next swallow was just a little bit stronger - I gasped as he let his hand go off me and my tiny being got engulfed into his soft throat. It felt better than anything I knew before. Surrounded by the pulsing alien flesh, I finally felt protected and loved – the state I sought for so desperately all that fuckin’ day.

For some time he just held me there, his head titled back. I didn't make a move, trying to avoid hurting him. Living heat of his soaked into my bones and made me so drowsy that I thought I would fall asleep. However, at that moment the muscles came to action and lovingly tugged me deeper. The light grew brighter, though it didn't bother me at all; I was easily slipping in a long wiry tube constructed from the smaller ones, thinner and more solid, poured with viscous, bubbling energon – I was watching little sparks floating in there as I was passing by and a weak flame of forgotten happiness flickered in my soul once more.

Finally, I arrived at his fueltank. Its walls greeted me with a friendly squeeze, forcing me to curl into fetal position. I didn't cry anymore; all my worries and demons disappeared long ago, at the second I heard: "How do you feel, little one?"

God! I was so horribly wrong. I thought no one needed me, that I was lost, abandoned... And still, there was someone who couldn't bare me cry.

I felt Optimus' servo laying down on the lump I must have made on his waist, caressing me. I rubbed my head against the spot where I could recognize the pressure and smiled.

I did matter.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #tfp vore #optimus prime vore #hurt/comfort #comfort vore #angst #vore angst

[sanjisluvbot]

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem Reader pt 6

Masterlist

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The battle came and went and soon you were off on the next adventure Punk Hazard. You decided to spend your time bonding with the crew, learning their likes and dislikes that were never shown in Sbs. You also spent more time with Robin in the library, although this time you were more carefully in how you spoke to her and how you picked your books.

Robin was very cunning and she was someone you needed to make sure was completely thrown off your radar. Knowing that Robin also spent her time reading was difficult because that meant you didn’t know when she was paying attention to you and when she wasn’t, especially with knowing she was all seeing.

You started reading random books, books about romance and fantasy and would squeeze one book about the science of worlds every now and then. You made little book marks in all of them just in case she decided to read them when you left the room.

Your theory was correct, you once pretended to leave and peaked through the door seeing her reach over and scan what you’ve been reading. This was very difficult and annoying.

Every now and then you’d cry in the comfort of your bed or when Nami let you bathe alone, you couldn’t help it. Although you wanted to be strong your emotions overflowed when you were alone.

Luffy and Zoro were also more clingy as of late. Zoro was always over your shoulder and Luffy wanted to touch you whenever he could.

This was the first time you’d seen him act this way towards anyone, he never showed the side of him that actually liked women till you came around and that made you panic even more.

Luffy was as charming as they could get in your eyes. You’d been infatuated with him the day you started the series so you were more than conflicted. Would pursuing Luffy work in your favor? Or would you end up being imprisoned with him for the rest of your life?

When you arrived at punk hazard you were irritated, you didn’t like being cold at all so you were cranky.

“ Y/N why are u making that face you looked like that for the last hour”

“ it’s cold leave me alone Luffy”

He laughed and you rolled your eyes while sitting in the cave with the children. When you met up with Law you couldn’t believe your eyes, he was just as fine as he was through the screen. You ogled him blatantly and Luffy started to notice.

He would separate you two if he thought you were too close and make the crew do things to get your attention. Robin would put you in choke holds and rip off your hat making snow fall in your hair. Ussop, Luffy, and chopper would throw snow balls at you and you were getting irritated.

Luckily you got to be alone with Law when you were inside the bunker. After speaking with you he deemed you useful and the two of you were alone walking down those shady halls.

“ Y/N-ya when did you join the Strawhats”

“ I haven’t joined their crew in just.. uhm joining their adventure for right now”

And ear suddenly popped up on your arm, you motioned him to be quiet and he understood. When you got into a room and took a notepad and began writing.

“ Are you with them against your will?”

You nodded

“ Y/N-ya do you know anything about sea prism stone” he spoke up. You understood this was his way of not raising suspicion to the crew as you wrote back and forth on the pad.

Law was willing to help you escape and go back to your world. You kept most things confidential but gave him a rough idea of what’s going on. He wanted to have them think he needed you on his ship during the alliance with the Strawhats.

You ended up explaining to law that you were from another universe where this world is an animated series. You told him everything that would happen during his alliance and his irritation was plastered on his face. While doing this you managed to easily swap out sea prism cuffs for regular ones and were on your way to do whatever he needed next.

Since he would be on the ship with you to dressrosa you would have a lot of time to formulate a plan using secret codes. You were jumping for joy, Law was going to help you ! He was going to set you free of this world and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

When you were finally on the Sunny you spent most of your time with Law. You sat next to him during meals and spoke with him about books you’ve read or are currently reading. The crew was seething to say the least, Law was weary of them as well and tried warning you to be more careful but, it was too late.

When he tried whispering in your ear Luffy nudged his head between the two of you and made himself comfortable.

“ Y/nnnnnnn you’ve been spending too much tim with Traffy spend time with me and the rest of the crew”

“ Luffy you can’t just interrupt a conversation”

“ What could you be talking about while you’re whispering in each others ears”

“ Why do you care?”

“ Because you’re my crew mate and my friend”

“ I’m allowed to have other friends”

He huffed and walked away leaving you and Law to stifle giggles at the obvious jealous captain. You continued talking and his hand grazed your thigh as the two of you got closer.

“ Thanks for helping me”

“ I haven’t done anything yet”

“ yes but still. Without you this would’ve probably taken me months”

you smiled at him and you seen his cheeks softly turn red. Through his not so hard exterior Law was a very sweet guy, you couldn’t help but be thankful that he was someone you can completely feel comfortable around.

Sanji suddenly appeared sneering at him to quickly smiling at you while handing you a tropical drink.

“ Y/N chan I made this specially for you, want to come taste what I’m making for dinner?”

“ thank you Sanji, and of course! I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The jealously was drooling off of him as he angrily stalked his way back to the kitchen. When he was finally out of view law pulled you close and you felt his lips ghost over your ear.

“ You weren’t kidding when you said they all get jealous. They’ve been starring holes into my head since last night”

You both giggled and leaned into one another. You didn’t mean to get so close to him in a short amount of time, and this is very much putting Law in danger but what could they really say?

You were just friends and it wasn’t like you couldn’t have any.

There were many perks of being Sanji’s little helper, sometimes you got to help and the rest was just you sitting there like a little doll as he spoon fed you dishes.

“ Y/N chan how does it taste? Is it good enough”

“ It’s amazing Sanji, just as anything else you cook for us”

“ thank you, I have a quick question for you”

“ Hm”

“ Y/N chan do you.. like Traffy?”

“ Yeah we’re good friends”

“ But you just met him”

“ Yeah but he’s really nice and I like talking to him”

“ mhm”

Sanji was quieter the rest of the time and it put you on edge. Law was right, you needed to be way more careful when you’re together. Not only could this risk you alliance, it could risk you being brought into his ship.

Over the next few days before reaching Dressrosa you helped him strategize and you started sitting between Luffy and Zoro more which helped release the tension on the ship.

Law’s plan was to get you in the ship by telling them that you were an amazing strategist, which was believable considering you helped formulate the plan for dress rosa. He would ensure that you weren’t sent to Zoe with a note for his crew that you hid in your bra.

The crew was amazed with you, had they known you were this good previously you probably could’ve helped them get back to each other and save ace. The plan was going smoothly but something in the back of your mind made you fear that someone could see through it and foil everything you’ve worked for.

That night you finally sat with Luffy on the Sunny after basically avoiding him and only paying attention to Law and the rest of the crew.

This time he laid his head on your shoulder and snaked an around around your waist that was slight too tight.

“ Y/N.. you aren’t going to leave again are you?”

Tags: @herwritingartcowboy

A/N: Hello, sorry for the late chapters, I hope you enjoy this and the hint of romance I’m trying to throw in. I’m taking requests, and if you have any suggestions for the story as it continues to progress I’m all ears. There will be no update for this tomorrow I will post a one shot though see you all Monday 🫶🏽🫵🏽

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[spacecowboyhotch]

hi bb, hope you're doing well ❤️

for those prompts, if you feel so inspired, might i request nathan + envelope? please and thank you 🙏😘💖

Skittish

about this: nathan bateman x reader. prompt: envelope. contents: a lot of swearing, angst w/ happy ending, love confessions, kissing. wc: 600ish. not beta’d.

There’s a thick, white envelope sat on top of your duffle bag. Insane, how much time you’ve spent holed up in this compound with Nathan, and still all your belongings left here could fit into such a small bag. Insane, but not unexpected. Not when even in your closest, sweetest moments part of him was still holding you at arm’s length. He watches you as you take it in, pick it up.

You tilt your head at him, holding it up. It’s heavy. Something in your stomach sours, though you hold out hope that it isn’t what you think it is. “What’s this?”

“Money. Lots of it. For all your troubles,” Nathan nearly sneers the last word, his eyes glued to where your fingers hold the envelope.

You blink at him, before frowning. You can feel your eyes burning, but you won’t cry. Not for this, not for his attempts at pushing you away.

“My troubles? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?”

You throw the envelope at the floor with force, the thud of it hitting the carpet sounding through the room. “I don’t want your money, Nathan. Fuck you for thinking that.”

He holds up his hands, rolling his eyes at you and your righteousness, “Yeah, fuck me. I’m the big bad wolf. I fuck up everything I touch— I get it. Just take the money and go.”

“I don’t want the fucking money. I never have.”

“Whatever.”

“And— and you don’t fuck up everything you touch. You fuck up everything you’re afraid of,” You say firmly, taking a step towards him.

Nathan’s gaze falters for a moment before it goes steely again. He takes a step towards you too, his voice low and full of venom. “Why the hell would I be afraid of you? You have nothing to hold over me. No one does, I’m untouchable.”

If this is the game he wants to play, then you’ll match his energy.

You close the small gap left between you, pointing at his chest— at his heart. “You’re afraid of me because I love you. I love you, even though you're a skittish, self absorbed fuckhead and you’re terrified to love me back.”

He scoffs, but he’s losing some of his fire. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. It is right. I’m right this time, not you. I don’t want to hear your snide remarks, or your fucking facts or anything you have to say for that matter unless it’s going to be the fucking truth. So what’s it gonna be Nathan, can you rise to the challenge or have you finally met a task that’s too much for you?”

“You think you’re gonna turn us saying I love you into an accomplishment?”

“You started it. Can you finish it?”

His eyes narrow for a handful of moments, but then he softens— like he does when you’re tucked in his arms while steeped in the bath. Softens like he does when he’s tucking you in. When he’s telling you how good you’re being for him.

“Fine. Fucking fine. Alright, for fucks sake, I love you. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know, Nathan— are you?”

“I…I think I could be. If you…if you ever forgive me,” He grits out, as if admitting his wrongdoings is causing him enough pain to pass out.

“I think forgiveness comes after a person says sorry, and if I’m correct— again, might I add— you haven’t said sorry.”

“You gonna spend the rest of your life’s busting my fucking balls, honey?”

“You think I’ll stay around that long?” You tease.

“Nathan reaches for you then, tickling mercilessly at your stomach until you’re breathless and begging for reprieve. He stops, but doesn’t give you a chance to take in much air because this his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a reverence that floors you. When he pulls away you’re dizzy, your eyes cloudy and full of love. God, he’s the luckiest fucking man on earth.

He smirks at how soft and wonderous you look. “Yeah, you’ll stick around.”

#thank you for sending this in my loveeeeee #i hope you love it 🥺🥺 #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman x you #nathan bateman x gn!reader #nathan bateman fanfiction #ex machina fanfiction #blurb requests #arson writes

[eddievanhammettmunson]

The Dream

Eddie x Reader

Author's note- so I had a dream where I hooked up with Metallica but I was dating Eddie so I felt really guilty in the dream about cheating on Eddie so I’m making a fanfic out of that.

Warnings- 18++ mentions of cheating, depictions of sexual activities, mentions of sexual activities, crying.

Summary- Eddie wakes up and hears you moaning another man’s name in your sleep.

You’d had a wonderful day together. From the moment you woke up in each other's arms, to the road-trip up to Indianapolis, and finally to the Metallica concert you and Eddie attended April 8th 1986.

At the concert you’d let yourself go wild screaming and jumping together in the pit. You even asked Eddie if it would be alright to take your bra off and throw it at Kirk Hammett. To which he said hell yes. After that however Eddie didn’t stop feeling you up through the entire show. Not that you minded much.

Eddie always knew about your crush on Kirk. You said it was because Kirk reminded you so much of Eddie but sometimes Eddie thinks it’s the other way around. After the concert when you’re fast asleep In bed Eddie awakens to you stirring next to him. He turns over to face you in the back of the van where you two were spending the night on your road trip. What he finds when he turns over is a sweaty moaning writhing mess beside him.

Gripping the blanket beneath you, you begin to moan louder. Eddie watches waiting to see what you’d do next. It’s when you finally moan out “Kirk”that he freezes for a moment. You were having a sex dream about Kirk Hammett right next to your boyfriend. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. He thought about waking you up and showing you how much better he could be than some dude in a dream (even if it was Kirk Hammett). But honestly Eddie is kind of tired from the concert and would much rather lay here and fall asleep listening to his girlfriend moaning right now.

So he tries to fall back asleep. Luckily you don’t moan out kirk's name again after that so Eddie can sort of rest easier.

That is until he hears your sniffles and crying from the other side of the van. He sits up and turns over to find you curled in a ball quietly crying to yourself.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

He reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder and you turn to look at him.

“Eddie I-“

You stop talking and shut your mouth quickly.

“Baby are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m fine Eddie I just- well it’s embarrassing.”

“Honey it’s me you can tell me anything.”

“Well I-I had a dream-“

Eddie thinks he realises what you mean now.

“Baby if this is about you having a sex dream about Kirk it’s okay.”

“OH God you heard me?!” You somewhat shout.

“Well yeah baby you weren’t exactly quiet about it. But baby why were you crying?”

“Well in the dream I remembered you were my boyfriend so I felt so guilty about sleeping with Kirk and then I woke up just feeling dirty and I felt so bad and then I started to spiral thinking about how badly that would hurt you if I ever did that in real life and I never ever want to hurt you in real life-“ at this point you were rambling and there were tears gathering in your eyes and Eddie really didn’t want you to cry again so he did the first thing he could think of.

He kissed you. He leaned forward, grabbed your face and kissed you. Not too rough but hard enough to erase every thought in your little head. When he pulls away he keeps his hands on your face as he looks into your eyes. In that moment Eddie realises something. He can’t help but find you as the most adorable person on the planet. Here you were having a sex dream about your idol and then crying about it cause you felt so guilty about it because you loved Eddie so much. He couldn’t help but giggle at you a little bit. Which makes you pout. He leans forward and pecks the pout right off your face.

“I love you” he says. “Even if you dreamt of sleeping with Kirk Hammett.”

“I love you too Eddie. Now I know I’ll never sleep with Kirk Hammett. Cause all I want is you.”

He pulls you into his chest and lays back down with you in his arms. This time when each of you falls asleep. You dream of each other.

#eddie fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x plus size reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie my beloved #eddie my love <3 #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things reader insert #stranger things 4 #stranger things fan fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson comfort #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagines #hellfire club #hellfirefreak #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson x fem reader

[munningham]

Eddie/Chrissy OTP Questions (authors choice)

7. What is something they’d want to change about the other if they could?

Chrissy just wants to take away his demons. She sees the anger and the fear that bursts out from him at times (never at her), and it breaks her soft heart. She knows where it comes from, being abandoned by both his parents, always being the outcast, the punching bag, the freak. He’s come a long way in terms of feeling comfortable in his skin and his identities, but she still reassures him that she loves him just the way he is.

Similarly, Eddie swears he will spend the rest of his life showing Chrissy her worth, just the way she is. He would whisper in her ear a million times that she is beautiful, she is strong, she is brave, she is enough, if only that could convince her. When he sees her struggling with her ED, when her insecurities and people pleasing/fawning behavior show up, he wants to scream and bash Jason and her mother against a wall. Again and again, for how they’ve fucked with his sweet girl’s mind.

21. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not?

The real question is, how are they with The Kids?

I mean we’ve seen Eddie with the kids, he busts their balls and takes them under his wing. The Byers move back to Hawkins and he is equally impressed with both Will the Wise and El the Mage. He knows what it’s like to be the misfits, and he just wants to create a safe space for these kids, so they don’t have to go through the struggles he did. Eddie definitely has some heart to hearts with Will where he tells him it’s okay if he still loves DnD, there are some people who will never give it up. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.

Dustin and Lucas are such freaking dorks around Chrissy. Dustin throws all the charm on her, calling her “My fair maiden” and trying to ask her out. He loves acting like he’s gonna steal her from Eddie, Chrissy giggles and plays along, Eddie tells him to stop flirting with his girl, it becomes a whole thing. Ugh I just really need this scene......

Honestly I’m not a huge Mike fan, I feel like Mike would be a pill about Chrissy joining Hellfire Club, even if she’s just watching at first. Eddie tells him to cut his shit, and that he better respect her if he wants to stay in the club.

Eddie and Chrissy take Max under their wing, she comes over to Eddies trailer to hang out if she needs a break. They take care of her, they help her take care of her Mom. Eddie becomes the older brother figure Billy should have been 😢😭

26. What holidays do they like?

Oh Chrissy is a total Christmas sweetheart, she wants to do all of the things.

And of course Eddie loves Halloween, he gets super into it.

They both hate Thanksgiving for various traumatic reasons (fucked up families, food, etc)

Their first Thanksgiving together Chrissy is dreading it. She thinks she’s keeping it together, but she finally breaks down the night before. Eddie holds her and lets her cry and promises her it will be okay. She falls asleep on his tear soaked chest.

The next morning when she wakes up, she’s alone in their bed. She comes out to the living room, and Eddie is waiting for her in a black cape, costume, and full game board set up. “Lady Llira, your grace, as your devoted knight I regret to inform you a horde of goblins is outside your castle. Your villagers are begging for your help. What shall we do?” The rest of the day is spent lost in a fantasy land, fighting dragons and defeating evil. Throughout the day Eddie subtly brings out Chrissy’s favorite foods, but she’s so lost in the campaign she hardly notices that she’s snacking. Neither of them thinks about snide remarks or calories or drunken screaming matches or empty chairs.

#I’m gonna be honest guys I know very little about DND #please don’t come for me #also I’m opening my asks if folks want to hear other headcanons #eddie x chrissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie munson #eddissy #stranger things 4 #chrissy cunningham #headcanon #otp #dustin henderson #max mayfield #hellfire club

[midnightlee25]

Yandere ABC:  Shinsuke Kita

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? 

 He shows his affection in little ways. Nothing too over the top unless it’s a special day but it still shows how he feels towards his darling. 

 Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? 

 It’s rare but when it happens it’s always a clean “accident”. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling? 

 Sure, he can be strict but it’s a soft gentle strict…... most of the time. 

 Delusional: How aware are they? 

 It’s half and half sometimes he does ignore one side over the other depending on what’s happening and how his darling is acting. 

 Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? 

 It’s in a timely manner couples are meant to share after all. 

 Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? 

 He understands why they would fight against him so he doesn't hold it against them.  

 Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience? 

 The initial shock of finding out what he has been doing is probably the worst one it will get. 

 Ideals: What is their plan for the future? 

 He just wants a quiet life with his darling, maybe with at least one little one as well. 

  Jealousy: How jealous are they when it comes to their darling? 

 It takes him a while to get jealous of a person and it doesn't really happen all that often. 

 Knowledgeable: How much would they try to learn about their darling? 

 He is very meticulous when it comes to finding out things about his darling. 

 Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 

 Pretty traditional in the way of giving love letters, flowers and or candies. 

 Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? 

 He does become softer and more relaxed when his darling is around even just a little bit. 

 Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 

 His punishment depends on what his darling did. They can be harsh talking to or…cruel. 

 Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? 

 Depending on how things go he can take a little or a lot but with time will slowly give them back. 

 Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 

 He is very patient; there's no reason to rush things after all. 

 Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 

 He will find his darling after they escape. But if they were to die then he would start to fade away from everything. 

 Regret: Would they feel guilty? Would they let go? 

 As long as they don't break, he won't feel guilty. 

 Stigma: What brought about this side of them? 

 All it took was the right person to get the ball rolling.  

 Tears: How do they feel about their darling crying, screaming, and/or throwing a tantrum? 

 Crying is meant with gentle calmness while screaming angry gets nothing but harsh words. 

 Unique: Does anything make them different from the classic yandere? 

 His balance between being harsh and being gentle does make things…interesting to say the least. 

 Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? 

 Just about any opening is few and far between however there is always a 50/50 chance of it being a test so they really should think carefully if they should take it or not. (They really don't want to fail this test.) 

 Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? 

 It's not something that he wants to do. 

 Xoanon: How much would they worship their darling? 

 He does see them as a soulmate. A person who he wants to spend the rest of everything with.  

 Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 

 It will take him a lot to snap if at all. 

 Zeal: How passionate would they be? Would they be passionate enough to break their darling? 

 There's a small chance of him breaking his darling. 

#yandere #yandere abc #haikyuu #yandere haikyu #haikyu #shinsuke kita #yandere kita #yandere shinsuke kita #kita

[yandere--stuck]

C,I,M, and W for Ted IHNMAIMS, please?

Yeeee let's go!!

---

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Oh, absolutely not! For one, there's no real way for Ted to abduct you (not unless he's able to evoke the Entropy totem and take control of the Mastercomputer's system…) And for another, Ted can't stand the thought of you hating him. He may lose his temper or be condescending, but never openly cruel.

The thought of losing the only person here who doesn't hate him. God, it just made him want to curl up into a ball and cry. He was pathetic. Pathetic, vile, detestable, and ugly inside and out. It's just that you somehow couldn't see it. Or you did, and somehow managed to tolerate him, anyway.

He couldn't lose that. Lose you. Especially not because of something he'd done to hurt you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

… Future? Ha! There is no future! Just an eternity of torment and pain. One he wanted more than anything to save you and him from this never-ending nightmare.

But, hey, at least he had you! And you had him, and… There was precious little of anyone else around to steal you from him. If he spun enough lies, defended you, and was on your good side for long enough, maybe you just might decide he's the guy you wanted to spend the rest of eternity with.

And even if you didn't, it's not like you had much choice.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Oh, Ted is practically an expert at it! He'll wear a different face for any circumstances, can lie so easily it's second nature, can change himself to fit the approval and admiration of anyone around him.

He's a lovable rogue, a hopeless romantic, a Harvard graduate, an old money playboy. He can be anything. Anything you want him to be! Anything that will make you stay.

The only thing he doesn't know how to be anymore is whoever he really is on the inside. It's kinda difficult to remember who you are when you spend you're entire life being someone else...

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, no, no. Absolutely not. No way in Hell.

Listen. He's an awful person. A monster, even. Someone could throw any word in the book at him, and even if he might outwardly refute it, he'll feel in his heart that it's true. A thief, a liar, a fraud, a con artist. It's all true.

But the last thing he would ever do is hurt you. Someone he loves. The only person he has left. No matter how angry or frustrated he felt, he'd never lay his hands on you. Never. Never ever. Just the idea alone is unthinkable. Of all the treasures he's had in his life, you are the most precious - and you should be treated as such.

#yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #ted x Reader #yandere Ted #yandere

[heaven-s-black-box]

Never mine- Wakana/Sawamura ft. unrequited!MiyuSawa

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Recovery date: January 23rd, 2020

Description: Who would’ve guessed you’d be married in 48 hours?

Notes: A personal favorite entry.

Word count: 818

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“So, how you feeling?” Miyuki asked, his usual smirk seemed forced.

“Great!” Sawamura yelled in his usual over the top way. “I can’t wait to be married to her!”

Miyuki smiled, not because he was happy that Sawamura was getting married, but because he was happy. Miyuki could care less about the wedding... okay, that was a lie. Miyuki hated the idea that Sawamura was marrying someone that wasn’t him. He wanted to scream, cry. But he wouldn’t, at least not in front of Sawamura, he wouldn’t ruin this for him. Kuramochi was the only one he told about how he really felt.

He still remembers showing up at Mochi’s in the middle of the night drunk. He had just gotten the wedding invite, and like any heart broken soul, he decided to drink his troubles away. He had spent the night crying about how stupid he was, and Mochi tried to convince him to confess. He kept saying, “There’s still time to tell him.”

That was months ago, now there was no time. Here he and Sawamura were, almost 48 until the wedding. They were at a baseball diamond, their safe place both alone and together. Sawamura had called him a few hours ago asking to play catch. It was late, or early, a little after midnight. Sawamura was trying to work out his pre wedding jitters.

“Wakana’s a lucky girl, but I feel a little bad. I mean, she has to spend the rest of her life with you,” he teased.

“Hey!” Sawamura yelled throwing the ball at Miyuki’s head.

Miyuki laughed, he loved Sawamura’s temper. It was one of the things from a long list of things he loved. He never thought he’d be pushed like this, confess or hold his peace. It would have been easy months ago, even years ago, back in highschool. But now… he couldn’t do that to him, he loved him, as long as Sawamura was happy he could make do. He thought…

“I can’t believe you. Sawamura Eijun. The obnoxious loud mouth pitcher. Is getting married in 48 hours.”

“Ya, it’s like a dream.” More like a nightmare, Miyuki thought.

---

“Well,” Miyuki started,” I for one, never thought we’d be here.” I hoped I’d be the one sitting at the newly wed table. “I still remember the cocky junior high kid who challenged one of my senpai’s. First day in the big city and already picking fights.” Everyone laughed, Miyuki felt his mouth go dry. “Wakana’s gonna have her hands full with him. Seriously, keep an eye on him or he’ll lose his own head. Haha,” he looked over at the newly weds, at Saw-Eijun (There were two Sawamura’s now). “Unfortunately, I can’t tell every story about Sawamura because we’d be here all day. Not even embarrassing stories narrows it down enough.” Again laughter, he took a sip of his beer and laughed when Saw-Eijun yelled at him. “Y’know he basically picked a fight with the coach on the first day. After showing up late, and he got caught trying to sneak in to the introduction line.” The coach was smiling and Wakana was patting her husband on the back.” Although getting caught may have been my fault, him being late was Kuramochi’s fault.” Mochi yelled at him and Ryousuke had to stop him from killing Miyuki. “But, that’s enough from me. Wakana,” he said looking over at them, “take care of my partner for me.” With that he stepped off the stage as everyone applauded.

---

Miyuki was able to stick around through the rest of the toasts, they were all stories he knew but they never got old. He almost made it through the first dance, although that was a close call. But, it was  the cake cutting, watching them feed eachother, that broke him. He excused himself for fresh air, but he had no intent on returning. He didn’t want to be around when Eijun got back to his seat.

He had taken Kuramochi’s advice and decided to confess. He couldn’t do it in person, he didn’t want to face that heartbreak face on. So he wrote a love letter, and inclosed with it in the envelope was a button. Straight from the pages of one of Eijun’s manga, it was the second button of his blazer.  

From outside the venue he could hear the laughter, music, and cheers. He’d played this out so many times, but it hurt actually going through with it. But there was no way he could go back, he could move the letter and definately could face Eijun if he read it. So, he hailed a cab and went home. Somewhere between getting home and going to bed, he blocked Eijun’s number. But before he did, he sent one last text:

To: Loud mouth pitcher Time 10:46 p.m I’m sorry… but I meant every word. Sent Loud mouth pitcher blocked

#Researcher S's recovery #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #miyusawa #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #sawamura x wakana #angst #oneshot #DNA oneshot

[spectrophobias]

@dollhidden asked: would you like me to stay? — Sam for Josh!

would he like her to stay? of course. does he think it's a good idea? not in the slightest.

sam had been spending an awful lot of time at the washingtons' house since the incident, and at first, it had made sense to him. of course she would want to hold onto the last few threads between herself and her best friend, and she was one of the few people that josh didn't doubt in the intensity of her grief. as far as he knew, she hadn't had anything to do with that shitty excuse prank, and with a heart as big as hers, he couldn't imagine that she wasn't hurting over it.

he had just expected her to stop coming by at some point, he guessed. everyone had slowly gone back to their normal lives, it felt like, everyone but him. first had come the overwhelming waves of sympathy, trays of food, more texts and online messages than he thought he'd gotten in the rest of his life combined. none of it had reached him. he didn't want pity, and he sure didn't think he deserved it either. beth had told him off him so many times about blacking out like that, he should have paid her more mind. what kind of brother even was he? and slowly, when none of it could assuage his grief, people had begun to pull away. that was more in line what josh had expected; if he had learned anything in life, it was that heavy shit like that scared people off. he guessed sam wasn't just 'people' though, was she?

it wasn't the first time she'd refused to leave him in the dust. he had probably talked more to sam about things like mental health than he did his own family, who he never wanted to worry. he always tried to ball up his problems and throw them away, and they always came back to bite him in the ass for it. sam was the only one with the patience and the care to get through.

now, they've nearly made it to june, and she's still here. half a year that his sisters have been gone, and half a year that sam has refused to give up on him. he feels better sometimes, and they goof off like nothing bad has happened at all, and josh feels like he remembers why he's alive again. other days, he still feels trapped in the lowest lows, and sam meets him there too. she still has plenty hurt of her own, he's sure, and even on the days where he's sure he can't face anyone else, being sad with her is better than wallowing alone.

it's not going to be a good night. he knows it's not going to be pretty. it's already not pretty. a few more hours and it will officially be six months, half a year. he's pretty sure he's gone through every stage of grief today alone, going from punching walls to crying to sitting numbly on hannah's bed. none of it is anything he wants anyone else to see, and it's one of the times he feels genuinely grateful that his parents are never home. even they don't understand this.

he realizes after a beat that he actually needs to answer sam, but he feels frozen between the two options. he thinks he wants her to stay, but it feels shameful to ask, to expect her to give him any more than she already has. she's told him a million times though, she wants to be here. it isn't pity or obligation, it's friendship. it makes them both feel better, not just him. he isn't sure what benefit hanging around a sad sack like him has to offer her, but when sam talks, he usually believes her. she's never been the type to lie just for the hell of it.

staring at his hands, folded in his lap as they sit side by side on the couch, josh slowly nods. he wants her to stay, he's sure of it. sometimes, he feels like sam is the last thing standing between him and going absolutely off his rocker, even if he knows better than to talk about himself like that to her by now. she helps keep him from spiraling into that train of thought like he used to, keeps him from spiraling in general. he doesn't know what he would do without her.

"thanks, sam." glancing over at her, he knows his eyes are a red, puffy mess, but he tries to smile anyways. he's glad to have her here, even if he isn't so good at figuring out how to voice just how much she means to him. he reaches out with one arm, pulling her into a half hug for a few seconds before he lets go. "how about we order in and make a night out of it? my treat, obviously."

#something something about them being in the same place/position as our other thread with the most opposite vibes in the world LMAOOOOO #like im so sad they should be kissing and cuddling not whatever the fuck this is!!!!!!!!! #dollhidden #muse; josh washington #catch me writing a wall of text in the middle of the night and then just going back to bed LMAOO as per usual !!!

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin venti #diluc #childe #zhongli #venti #hurt/comfort #nightmares

[spikesbimbo]

Maneater

♢ make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Paring: timeskip,sugar daddy!yaku x f!reader

Tags: established relationship, sugar baby!reader, overstim, face riding, squirting, anal play (fingering) , nipple play,  spanking, pussyjob

wc: 1.7k

a/n: italics is him speaking russian

♢ ♢  for the ditsy ‘n diamonds collab.!

18+ minors dni

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“C’mere pretty girl, lemme see.” He said, leaning back onto the bed frame. Arms spread out waiting for you to walk out of your closet, eyes focused on the view of his penthouse while he waited. Time ticking by slowly on his watch as he grew more impatient by the second.

“Like this, daddy?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, head turning to see you. Eyes instantly locking on your figure, body clad in pretty silk as you made your way towards him. Twirling as you bent over, hands already reaching for your ass. 

“Yeah….fuck.” Licking his dry lips, mouth being embarrassingly open the whole time. Having no shame, eyeing up your pretty little cunt, so soft and wet for him. 

Hes been so good to you; buttering you up, happy girls fuck better. Doesn't like seeing his baby all sad and mopey so he gives you his card and tells you to go wild with it. Coming back home, clinging onto his arm as he walked you to his car, the chilling wind not bothering you with his coat resting on your shoulders.

 Grabbing your ring covered hand in his, resting on your thigh, making no effort to reach further but you still felt your nerves rise. Pretty little pussy all wet from getting so excited. Showing him off the new clothes you got, putting on a little runway show for him. Cunt peeking out from that tiny dress he bought you, no panties as usual.. 

“Want me to kiss it better, baby?” His gentle words tingling into your ear, hands sneaking there way up your dress. “Want daddy to eat that little cunt until you can't think anymore? Just ask, sweetheart. C’mon, beg.” His hands trailing up your thighs as you stood over him, chin resting on your stomach as he looked up at you, feeling your squirm in his touch. Nervously smiling as you tried your hardest to speak under his gaze.

“Y-yes please, yaku.”

“You want it that bad, sweetheart? He asked, running the tip of his fingers over you slit, letting out a mumbled squeal as you stumbled into him. Pulling you onto his lap, thighs resting around his as you led his hands all over you, not being able to resist the little moan escaping your mouth as he adjusted his knee. Grin widening as you hid your face into his collar.

“Mhmm.” you whined, curling your hands into him, newly done nails leaving imprints behind as your tennis bracelets dangled onto his chest.

Leaning back onto the bed as he dragged you with him, straddling his hips as he lifted your tiny little dress above your head, tossing it the side, seeing the mess you were already making on his pants. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That all for me?

Sheepishly nodding, head face his chest as his gaze never left you, hands resting on the top of your thighs. “C’mere baby, want you to sit that little cunt on my face.”

“W-wha-” His words throwing you off guard, the way he could say that so shamelessly making your thighs clench together.

“Don't make me spank your pretty ass of yours until you're a crying mess again.” His impatience rising once more, dragging you up there. Body not resisting as his breath was blowing on your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth as you jerked in his hold.  

“Such a baby, desperate for my attention but you don't even know how to act when you get it. I don't have to take days off for you, but I do. You're such a spoiled little thing, aren't you princess?”

“N-no, no im not!” Eyes stinging with tears as you embarrassingly got wetter.

“Really?” he mumbled into your clit, his ring covered working its way up your thigh, the tingling sensation the cold making you shiver. “Because you sure act like one.” His fingers teasing at your entrance as you were already sobbing, soft lips kissing your needy cunt. Hands gripping onto the headboard, supporting your trembling body.

Cries leaving your mouth as his groans were not helping, the vibrations along with the feeling of feeling full, but not full enough had you growing greedy. A squeal escaping your lips as his middle finger made its way into your ass, shoving his finger all the way in until his knuckles were pressed against your flesh, curling into you ruthlessly, shaking hand moving down to grip his hair. “ya-” 

Feeling his smile under you, shameless grinding on his face, cilt rubbing between his nose and lips as you desperately tried to get yourself off. “y-yak-, daddy. m’gonna -cum”

His fingers fucking into both of your holes, thrusting into you so hard your body is moving with them. His other hand grabbing you tits, pinching your nipples while his mouth was abusing your clit. Head falling back, eyes rolling with it, incoherent words coming out as your body froze, hands still moving as your body twitched. Losing sight and all other senses for a few seconds, only feeling yourself fall into him, chest resting on his head.

“Fuck pretty girl, you just came all over me.” He groaned, eyes lingering on your fucked out body. “Such a messy little girl, sweetheart.” 

“Want more, want you daddy, please” you croaked out into his ear.

“You want daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yeah…” You whimpered, voice all soft and sweet now. Mind foggy with lust as you gripped onto him.  “Please yaku.”

He flipped you over, body being compliant with him as he pushed your knees to your chest, pulling his boxers down enough to free his cock. Eyes trying their best to stay open while he used his hand to stoke it a few times, standing straight up against his stomach. 

Sliding his hands up along your sides, thumbs grazing over your nipples grabbing the soft flesh in his hands, bringing his lips down to them. Placing kisses all over, tongue wrapping around your nipple, your dainty gold necklace getting caught up in his mouth, teeth gently tugging on both of them. A line of spit breaking as he pulled away. Keening at the sensation, heavy weight resting on your stomach as you felt his cock grow against you. 

Sliding his length along your soaked cunt, the wetness making it glisten, the tip nudging your clit and teasingly tapping your hole with every thrust. His hand lifting up your thighs, pulling you closer to him, hearing your whines as you shamelessly rutted your hips into his. 

“Aww, baby…  you gonna cum just from that,?” Shaking your head fastly, words not coming out quick enough as your hands grabbed onto his.

 “Feeling empty?” As if he read your mind, not surprising you in the slightest. “You need daddy to take care of you in every way don't you, hm?” He said angling his cock down and shoving the tip into your cunt, barely fitting inside.

Your body convulsing at just the touch, pure need overtaking you as you shoved yourself the rest of the way down his cock. A cry of pain and pleasure leaving your mouth as you felt his hand slap against your thighs. 

“Though you said you were gonna be a good girl. I was gonna take my time with you, but I guess not anymore….Gonna make them tears fall pretty again.”

His hands gripping you tighter as he started thrusting into you, already sounding so lewd. You moans roaming around the room, wet slapping sounds getting him harder as your back arched. Blood rushing to your head, trying to find the orgasm that was so close. Shuddering as his pace got relentless, quickly sliding into and out of you, his tip barely being out before his balls slapped your ass. 

“D-da-”

“No, baby..” he groaned, trying to hold himself back. “Not until daddy says you can.”

Eyes watering as your muscles tightened up. Hands moving to his neck, sliding up to his hair. Knuckles going white as your grip didn't loosen, trying to catch your breath as he kept fucking the gasps out of you.

"Fuck-" You whimpered, trying to stay still as he rutted into you faster, fingernails matching your knuckles. "I- can’t daddy, i can't!" you choked out. Head falling back once again, vision going black.

 “d-daddy, please…” you whined, opening your eyes to catch his. Pretty little pout on your face as he moved his lips to yours. 

“What? You gonna cum, baby?” His hot breath whispered into your mouth..

“B-but you said…” You sobbed, tears making your mascara run all over the place. “Please yaku, need it... need to c-ah, cum…”

“Be a good girl, and cum for me baby.” Your hesitantness easily caught by him, the look of worry in your eyes, not fully understand if what you heard was right.

His hand grabbing your jaw, turning your head to make you look at him. “Cum”

Back arching at the words, the same feeling all over again.. His thrusts not stopping, hips still slamming into yours. The feeling of overstimulation making you shake and cry, rocking back and forth until he can feel the wet heat dripping between you two. 

Finally pulling back as your body was limp under his, flipping you over again now resting on his chest. Leaning against the bed frame as you curled up into him, still looking unpleased after he made you cum for the 3rd time.

“Why are you still pouting, hm?”

“I- im not.” You said trying to hide your face, lips puckering up more.

His gaze on your made you ease up, looking into his eyes, heat rising into your face as you opened your mouth. “You pulled out ...“

“Oh my god, baby.” He said pulling you towards him, pushing back slightly. “Stop, daddy.” You said, trying to assert yourself, looking like the prettiest mess he's ever seen in his life. “You know how I feel.”  

He looked down into your sad, pleading eyes feeling his lips pull up in  smirk, dick already growing hard again at the thought. Fuck you were so cute. Leaning down into your ear, voice hot and raspy as he muttered out.

“Okay, princess. I’ll give you what you want, but…. you have to do something for me first.”

#yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq smut #yaku smut #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[sevendeadlymorons]

Hello! How are you? Can you do head-canons for the bros (and in-undateables if you want) with a teen MC (like 13-16) pls? Like how they act when they meet them, how they act now, specific head-canons like that y’know? ONLY PLATONIC OR FAMILY-LIKE RELATIONSHIPS no romantic or sexual ones because that’s ✨gross✨ Anyway, thank you for your time and if you don’t want to do this I completely understand! Have a nice day lovely!😘

This ones so sweet so I honestly can’t wait to get started. Hope yer having a great day, love x

FYI: let’s say Belphie wasn’t trapped in the attic for this HC just to make it so that he didn’t murder a child-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to Teen MC

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Lucifer

When he first chose you for the exchange program, he kind of expected someone... older?

But instead here you were, another chihuahua

To his surprise, you had your calm moments but you also had your energetic moments where you and Mammon would cause problems upon problems around the house

To say you got annoying quickly would be an understatement, but weirdly, he saw you as his own kid and he did anything to protect you

If you were upset, he was straight at your side with a cup of hot chocolate and asking who made you upset, just like a worried parent would

He felt so relieved when after a couple months passed you began to calm down and sit with him and just talk about life and how you’re handling RAD

The first time you gave him a hug he was genuinely surprised and wasn’t sure what to do but he honestly could’ve cried

Mammon

As soon as he saw you he just went straight to the chihuahua jokes. He loved your size cause it meant he could use you as his arm rest whenever he wanted

Immediately took you under his wing and became an older brother figure to you, keeping you safe and rarely letting anyone touch you

He’s like the cool older brother you’ve always wanted who buys you little gifts every now and again as a surprise and makes you laugh all the time

He loves how energetic you are and how much fun you two have together tormenting his brothers

Seeing you sad is something he never wants to see, and I can promise you that sadness will not last long with Mammon by your side

Any type of affection you give him makes him so so happy, like hearing a child say their first word

Honestly though, he likes the chill side of you too where you two can just sit back, watch a movie and say “it’s you” at every unattractive character the both of you come across

Leviathan

Children really wasn’t his thing and he was not expecting to have to look after the exchange student

But after a while, you turned out to be pretty cool since you two shared a lot of hobbies together and you even cosplay with him on certain occasions

He’s a literal older brother figure to you and it makes him elated to have you as his Henry

You two shop for endless useless crap on Akuzon together and get yelled at by Lucifer for blocking the entrance with all the boxes

He’s comfortable around you, especially as you eventually began to calm down and the only thing you wanted to do was stay up all night and laze around in his bedroom all day

If you were ever sad, he’ll quickly turn on your favourite anime or movie and wrap you up in a huge blanket. He never wants to see you upset

You may have given him a heart attack the first time you hugged him though but he was so close to crying, it may’ve been the best day of his life

Satan

Energetic short stack as the new exchange student? No thanks

Sort of just attempted to avoid you the first couple days but you kept on following him, asking him so many questions

But after a while, he began to gradually warm up to you and even shared some of his books with you and read them to you when you had trouble sleeping

The bond he has with you isn’t exactly brotherly, it’s more like the chill uncle that gives you extremely old shit that you never knew you needed

He lowkey protects you with his life though. If someone says something mean to you, he’s the first person who’s at your aid

If you’re upset, he’ll sort that problem out super fast. You won’t be sad on his watch

Didn’t know how to respond the first time you gave him a hug so he pat your head and then it kinda stuck so now whenever you hug him, he gives your head a gentle pat

Asmodeus

Nobody really thought having you around Asmo was a good idea, but actually, you two weren’t a bad match

He definitely without a doubt had that favourite gay brother vibe where he’d dress you up pretty and talk to you about relationships and emotions

He always made you feel good about yourself and made it his mission to never see you sad or lonely

If you ever were, he’ll be like your personal servant until you weren’t. Gifts, words of affirmation, quality time, he’d do anything to see you stay happy

Brought you gifts home occasionally and asked you to try them on if the gift was clothes or accessories and let you try his perfume and lip gloss from time to time

Seeing you gradually grow as you became more comfortable with his brothers and him was such a proud moment for him

He gave you the biggest hug back when you first gave him a hug, he was so excited

Beelzebub

Same with Asmo, nobody thought it was a good idea being around him, especially with his tendencies to eat just about anything

But he was alright with you, he walmed up to you pretty quick and soon took you under his wing like he had another little sibling to look after

Brought you snacks whenever you asked him to and made sure you had a smile on your face constantly

He got so worried if you were upset and even got a little upset himself, so he’d spent more time with you and tell you how great you are until you were happy

If you asked him to, he’d lift you up onto his shoulders and walk around with you just to hear you laugh and feel so tall compared to all the others

Watching you settle down from being this once energetic kid to a calmer one was heartwarming to him and he now enjoys nothing more than sitting back, sharing snacks and throwing popcorn into your mouth when you two watch a movie

He actually cried when you hugged him, no joke, this man was close to sobbing

Belphegor

Another annoying chihuahua around? He’ll pass...

It’s not like he ever actually sees any of his brothers anyway since he sleeps so much, but you just wouldn’t leave him alone for some reason

Sometimes he’d unknowingly wake up to you on the opposite side of the bed after joining him in a nap or on the floor playing on your phone waiting for him to wake up so you could talk to him

After a while, he sort of just got used to you being around him and even enjoyed waking up to find you laying on the ground on your phone

Sometimes you were a bit too energetic for his liking but spending the nights awake with you were always his favourite parts of the day

Once he found you sat in a ball on his floor crying and he’d never gotten up from a nap faster as he sat next to you with a blanket, continuously telling you jokes until you finally smiled

Wasn’t too bothered about you hugging him for the first time, he just smiled, pat your head and went back to sleep

Diavolo

Never expected such a young person to be the new exchange student but he welcomed you with open arms either way

He found it interesting how you didn’t fear any of them at first glance so visited you often to check up on you

Eventually Diavolo visited every day, asking you about RAD and life in the Devildom and even brought you cakes that Barbatos made sometimes

He became a dad figure to you, protecting you and giving you special Prince privileges like allowing you to come over any time you liked

Couldn’t stand the days you came over with a frown on your face from having a bad day at RAD and made sure you were totally comfortable and happy by his side for the rest of the day

It was always a pleasure to see you come over with Barbatos by your side and smile so widely when you see him, it made his heart ache

He may’ve gotten too excited when you first hugged him and squeezed you a bit too hard. The man hasn’t hugged anyone in a while though so can you blame him?

Barbatos

Never expected a human this young to pop out of the portal

But like everybody else, he accepted you as part of the Devildom now and was the very first person to send you a welcome text

He slowly began to become interested in you and visited from time to time; bringing round treats that he’d made at the castle

Schedules little cooking days with you and Luke and loves how you both help him in the kitchen and adores how much you smile when you apply icing to your cakes

Becomes the person you go to when you have something on your mind and he normally drops everything when you come to visit just so he can talk to you

Seeing you sad makes him sad too, so he helps you as best as he can, no matter what he was previously doing. You’re what’s most important right now

Hugs aren’t particularly his thing but a hug from you always makes his day so much better

Simeon

Another child? He’s sorta glad it’s not him who has to look after you since he already has Luke

Well in the end, he sorta does mainly look after you after the amount of times you visit him unannounced

He’s without a doubt the sweet and accepting dad figure to you as he always listens and he understands and he always knows how to cheer you up

You won’t be sad for long with him by your side, he’s just got that vibe about him. It’s imposible to stay upset

Takes you to little cafés when you’re sad and likes to join you and Luke when you’re cooking with Barbatos

Gets emotional when he sees you grow to become apart of every ones life and become so at home and attached to everyone around you

He’ll never forget that first hug you gave him, it reminds him of when Luke gives him one when he gets lonely so he loved every second of it

Solomon

Started to tease you straight away. It can’t be helped when you’re almost the same size as Luke

Never expected to get so close to you and now he’s willingly to protect you with his life. Crazy

You can’t stay sad when he’s around, it’s not possible. He knows exactly how to cheer you up and doesn’t stop until he sees that frown of yours disappear

Comes to visit you once in a while when he has time just to cause trouble around the house and piss off the brothers and chat with you and Asmo

Now Solomon is the definition of cool uncle. He’ll show you shit that’ll make your day, bring you gifts and stupid unnecessary items and just make you laugh so hard that your stomach will hurt

Still teases you from time to time and you become his arm rest for the rest of the year, but on the plus side, he teleports you to the human world to get icecream

Never thought he’d see the day where he’d get a hug, especially from you, so he made it last as long as he could. It felt nice to be appreciated

Luke

Unsurprisingly, you two got along straight away, I mean, two short people in the Devildom gotta stick together, right?

Pretty much began to live at eachothers house with the amount of times you two would visit

Protects you from the demons at least twice a day and tries his best to swat away Solomon and Mammon from leaning on your head

Becomes your new younger brother and he’ll do anything to keep you safe as well as happy and laughing

His heart hurt when he sees his new friend sad, so he asks Simeon if he could take the two of you to get your favourite treats and he’s relieved when he sees you smile again

His favourite days are when you two bake cakes with Barbatos, he likes hanging around with you because you make everything more fun

Couldn’t believe it when you hugged him for the first time and couldn’t help hugging you tighter so it was like watching two little kids see eachother for the first time in months

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me dateables

[books-and-catears]

Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

#obey me angst #obey me heavy angst #obey me headcanon #obey me headcannons #obey me angst headcanon #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Levi #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Simeon #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me MC

[bubsdolan]

fratboy!gray having a shy nerdy girlfriend and at a party someone makes fun of her in front of grayson and he goes off on them for hurting his precious girls feelings ://

im a sucker for frat boy gray where he’s such a douche bag to everyone else but has a soft spot his girl 🥺

grayson knew parties weren't your scene, he knew you would much rather be wrapped up in the comfort on your own bed, book in hand and cup of tea steaming away on your bedside table as you escaped reality. quite frankly he would much rather join you than have to suffer another night of drinking, drugs and girls trying it on with him.

he only had eyes for one girl- you, and he made it well known to everyone on campus. you were his girl and you were not to be messed with. however, it seemed some people never understood the message.

after wearing you down and bribing you with kisses and cuddles and wanting to show off his girl to his brothers who had heard so much about you, you reluctantly agreed to attending the party. arriving later than the rest of party goers however, as you needed to finish up an essay that wasn’t due until the following week, but you always needed to be ahead of schedule. it was one of your many traits that made grayson fall even deeper in love with you.

it was your shyness that drew him to you in the first place. a trait you found annoying and often frustrated by, grayson found it endearing and adorable. he loved watching your cheeks flush red with heat whenever he complimented you or told you how much he loved you.

he found your ‘nerdiness’ precious and admirable, encouraging the so called heart throb and popular kid of campus to buckle down and focus more on his studies. he had you to thank, you kept grounded.

you threw on your most comfortable clothes, not one to show off your body or dress to impress anyone, deciding on grayson’s football jersey he had left at your house the night before, black leggings and a pair of vans. you took one last look in the mirror and reminded yourself you were doing this for grayson.

mutpitle texts of ‘im on the way’, ’im here’ and ‘meet me outside?” went unanswered as your boyfriend, who was also the host of the party, was being pulled around the room but fans of him who were desperate for his attention. his eyes constantly flickered over to the door, uninterested in the conversations he was having and waiting for you to arrive and turn his night around for the better.

he was distracted from his conversation with a girl he hadn't even bothered to learn the name off when he spotted a large crowd gather in the hall way. load. his ears were met with unsettling comments being directed towards someone he couldn’t quite see from his spot in the kitchen, making him completely blind to the groups of students surrounded you and making you feel so unwelcome as you anxiously searched the party of the one person who made you feel the safest. 

grayson blood boiled as he pushed his way further into the crowd, his shoulders puffed and hands balled to his side when he finally made eye contact with your teary ones. on noticing it was you, being submitted to his own team mates calling you a loser, a nerd, a nobody, something inside grayson switched.

“oh look if it isn't little miss y/n, what's a nobody like you doing here. the library’s across campus, loser,” liam, who you had seen hang around with grayson many times in the school canteen, raised his voice in order to gain the attention of all the students in attendance, wanting to turn as many people against you and make you feel as little as possible. you were an easy target for him to gain popularity.

“you dont belong here.”

“dont you have homework to be doing?”

“what is she even wearing.” you heard some girls dressed in the skimpiest clothes laughing at you.

you stood silent, never one to fight back. you weren't strong enough nor brave enough to defend yourself. a weakness of your was showing emotion and that was always used against you, you let some tears fall, hugging yourself as a sense of protection, which only egged on the bullies to harassing you further.

you might not be brave enough to defend yourself, but your overprotective and extremely pissed boyfriend who was storming his way over, certainly was.

liam backed you into a corner, laughing in your face and watching you cry which only aided to boost his ego. he stunk of alcohol, his breath so close to your eye making you recoil into yourself and whimper out for grayson. liam felt untouchable, until the booming voice of your knight in shining armour stopped in his tracks.

you let out a sigh of relief.

“yo liam!” grayson’s voice overshadowed the music, the herd of students parting like the red sea and watching his every move.

students gasped as grayon aggressively pulled liam’s body away from yours by the collar of his shirt, yanking his boy as far away from you as possible and causing him to stumble back, as grayon quickly stood in front of your and acted like a human shield. 

he felt you small, shaky hands grip onto the back of his shirt and hide your face. grayson reached one arm behind and held onto your hip, his fingers soothing over your skin to silently remind you he was there and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

you were always going to safe with him.

his glare remained firm on liam, who looked just as shocked and scared as the crowd that seemed to grow around you and see what all the fuss was about.many people were more interested in the fact grayson dolan had finally settled down, rather than the fight that may occur.

“gray, he-hey bro! great party,” liam stuttered over his words, but straightened up when he noticed students filming the confrontation. he thrived off attention and he knew the easiest way to get it, was to be an arsehole.

if he pushed grayson’s buttons, he would be seen as a hero and he could finally steal grayson’s popularity he was so hungry for. or so he thought it was that easy.

“you got a problem with my girl?” grayson kept his voice low, eyes stern and his hand on you at all times. his muscles were tense but at the feeling of your body press closer to his, he relaxed a little.

“your girl?” liam spat venom. laughing as he tried to catch a glance of you over grayson shoulder, only to prompt grayson to take a step forward.

“bro, you can do so much better. she’s a los-“

grayson didn’t even give liam enough time to finish his sentence before his fist was colliding with his nose. sending liam down to the floor with one hit, blood dropping down his face as grayson stood over his body, tall and angry.

“don’t you ever speak about her like that again. don’t talk about her, to her, don’t even fucking look at her. if i catch you so much as breathe near her, i’ll fucking end you. ya hear me?”

grayson then proceeded to lifted liam off the floor once again by his shirt and dragged his body outside, throwing him onto the lawn of the frat house before slamming the door in his face and immediately running back to your side. 

he returned to you with soft gentle eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like you were used to. he instantly pulledyou into his arms and repeatedly apologised for not being there sooner. he held you whist you tried to control your unsteady breathing, your fingers reaching down to cup his bruised fists in your own and kiss each individual knuckle to help sooth the pain he must be feeling. 

grayson lifted his other unharmed hand to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away at the smudged mascara of your under eye. you still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes. an angel sent down from heaven just for him, he wondered what he did in a past life to get so lucky.

“i love you, baby. dont listen to the opinions of people who dont matter, they don’t know about us. they don’t see you the way i see you. you're the most beautiful, person i’v ever met and i dont want no one else, you hear me?”

“yours. im yours, baby.”

grayson leans in to seal his vows with a kiss. pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it and making sure everybody around saw.

reaching for your hand and dragging you out of the party, grayson lead the pair of you back to your dorm room, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in your sheets, sharing kisses and whispering i love yous till the sun came up.

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Newlyweds

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : quickie, oral (reader receiving), creampie, bathroom sex, pwp with a hint of feels

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : Your new husband can’t wait until your wedding night to appreciate your body, so he convinces you to give him ten minutes before your wedding reception instead.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : so this isn’t really bday-ish, but!! i love him so much, and thinking about marrying him makes me emotional so… here’s this! happy birthday to my one and only mans, sho <3 wishing i could spend the day with him & shower him in gifts and love~~

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Y/MOH/N = your maid of honor’s name

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🄶iggles bubble past your lips, only to be returned by the sound of your boyfriend’s half-hearted shushes. Scratch that— he’s not your boyfriend, not even your fiancé— he’s your husband. The newfound fact makes happiness rush through your body, your heart as full of love as your hands are with his lapels.

Shouto’s laughing, the sound of his content making your ears ring and body sing with mirth. “Gentle, love,” he admonishes, craning his neck away from your lips’ attack. “You’ll ruin your makeup, and then y/moh/n will have me by the throat.” But his attempt at evading your advances falters, and he gladly, softly presses his mouth to yours, a low hum rumbling in his throat.

Instead of plunging his lithe fingers into your hair as he usually does, he cups your jaw in his hands and pulls your face close, leaning down to erase any distance between your mouths. A moment passes, allowing your tongues to caress one another. You break away, a string of saliva connecting your parted mouths as you stare at each other, the same amount of love and desire swirling in both of your gazes. “I’m the only one who gets to have you by the throat,” you state, nipping at his neck playfully with your teeth, careful to keep your stained lips off of his skin.

“No marks,” Shouto chuckles at the same time he gasps, his hands dropping to your waist, thumbing over the intricate details of your dress. He steps forward, corralling you back until your bottom hits the marble countertop at the sink, your head tilting back as his wet kisses trail down your neck. “Not yet, anyway… we’ll have to save that for tonight, baby. Ugh, I can hardly wait.” His fingers move to cup your breasts through your dress, giving them a firm squeeze as his mouth lowers to kiss at your cleavage.

“Nnn, Sho—” you moan quietly, restraining yourself from carding your fingers through his silky locks and messing up his hair. “Faster, we don’t have a lot of time…”

He pulls back from your chest after planting a kiss on the top of each of your tits, his intense gaze piercing into your soul and sending warmth to your cheeks. “I wish I could take my time with you… You are so gorgeous, my love. I barely got through the pictures without a hard-on,” he bites his lip while his eyes flick over your body before he yanks a few paper towels from the pile in between the sinks, throwing them haphazardly on the floor and the counter behind you. Then, he discards his jacket, hanging it on one of the stalls before he drops to his knees before you, ushering you to sit on the ledge he prepared.

You do as he instructs, your legs spreading as he situates himself between them, his hands eagerly pushing up the luxurious material of your skirt. “Later,” you answer his wish, your hands taking the bunched up material from his while his hands move to instead curl around your thighs, tugging your body to teeter right on the edge of the countertop. “We have our whole lives, baby. We can take our time th— ahh!”

Shouto cuts you off as he kisses your clit through your lacy lingerie, pressing his face right against your cunt and breathing in your arousal. He nuzzles your panties first, then pushes them aside for his tongue to immediately separate your slickening folds from bottom to top, circling the tip of his talented muscle around your clit. Your hips buck in his hold as you try to hold in the moans that so desperately want to escape, your breathing becoming heavy. But his firm grasp on your thighs holds you down, rending your lower half unable to move.

He laps at your slit with fervor, his tongue wriggling between your petals and stroking generously over your clit with every swirl. Your shoes click against the tile below as they fall off of you, your foot moving to press against the thick cock underneath his slacks that strains to reach for you. He hisses at your touch, his length leaking in his underwear as he devours your pussy, your arousal beginning to coat his lips while he shakes his head back and forth.

“Fuck, Shouto… that feels amazing,” you pant, your hand coming to rest on top of his head and push his face closer to you.

He moans into your core, lips slurping up your clit and tongue caressing the sensitive pearl. Your toes curl as a finger finds your soaked entrance, the tip of it gliding up and down your slit in a tauntingly slow oval, all the while his tongue lashing at your bundle of nerves. “Mmm,” he mumbles, taking a fresh breath of air as his finger pushes inside of you, your walls stretching to welcome the digit. “My wife tastes so fucking good,” he purrs, smirking as he feels you clench at the words, your hand dropping to overlap his on your thigh, the skin touching the band around his ring finger sizzling.

A second finger slips inside, the pair reaching deep inside of you, searching for that spongy spot that he knows will make you cry out for him. It doesn’t take long for him to find it, and he’s not at all surprised when you let out a choked groan, your hand flying up to cover your open mouth as your cunt wrings tight around him. His tidy fingernails brush against your velvet walls, stimulating you to the max as his mouth busies itself again with your puffy clit.

Your eyelids are drooping, the fake lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open and focused on your husband going to work between your legs. “Uhhhn, Shouto, I’m gonna cum~” you whine, falling back onto your elbows and the top of your head brushing against the mirror.

It only spurs him on, tracing your clit in his mouth faster as his fingers keep the same pace and curl. He alternates between sucking and kissing, knowing how much it drives you crazy to have him making out with your cunt. Legs starting to shake around his head, you gasp as you fall headfirst into your climax, body going rigid as you tighten up around him. The ecstasy he brings you dunks your body into a pool of sweet, serene euphoria, and you’re too busy trying to breach the surface to even notice as he pulls you off the counter, fingers leaving your quivering cunt empty and wetter than ever.

Shouto stands, spinning you around so the front of your dress is pressed into the paper towels on the countertop, his hands bunching your skirt high enough so that he can see the backs of your trembling thighs. Then he’s pulling down his slacks half way down his thighs, his cock already shining with a sheen of precum drooling from his swollen tip. He moans as he rubs it against your slicked hole, fingers grabbing your cheeks to spread your body and watch how your pussy swallows his length greedily.

You barely have the strength to prop yourself up on your forearms as he thrusts to the hilt inside of you, trying to be mindful of the makeup your bridesmaids had spent so long perfecting. His name falls from your lips as he thumbs over your stretched opening, letting his hips retreat just so he can push himself inside ever so slowly.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock like this,” he huffs, eyeing the lewd expression painted on your face while his thrusts start to pick up. The slap of his heavy balls against your clit has your jaw hanging open, overstimulating you and causing your eyes to roll back. Shouto grunts, his cock twitching inside of you as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, gaze eventually dropping to the platinum band on his finger.

There’s so much emotion built up from hearing you recite your vows to him, from looking into your eyes and seeing the same affection peering back at him, from pulling you into his arms and dipping you down in front of all of your loved ones, sealing your marriage with the best kiss of his life. He can scarcely believe you’d said yes when he had dropped to one knee and asked you to spend the rest of his life with him— and he felt like he was in a dream when you’d echoed “I do” after him just an hour ago. He’s never felt like this about anyone, never thought that he deserved to be loved by anyone like you, never even known that a love like this could really exist.

“I love you,” he chokes out suddenly, his hands moving to fondle your body, trying to convey his feelings even though this is supposed to be just a simple quickie. He cups your stomach in one hand, feeling how it just barely stretches as he sheathes himself inside of you, his other hand curling around your thigh to keep your body in place as he feels his orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna make you so happy, love, I promise— fuck, I promise.”

His confession makes your body sing with elation, your breath fogging the glass as you pant for him. “I know, Sho—  nnn god, I love you,” you whimper, barely holding it together as the hand on your stomach stretches so his fingertips can rub your clit with vigor. You’re fully overstimulated now, losing your mind at the pleasure that courses through you with each swing of his powerful hips. “Please cum inside, please…”

Shouto’s hand on your stomach jumps to your waist suddenly, and then he’s pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon, the ends of his dress shirt tickling your ass with each thrust. Just before he finishes, his left hand covers yours, your rings touching together as his fingers lace between your own and curl tight around your palm. He looks at the metal bands as he paints your insides white with his thick load, moaning all the while into your ear while he nuzzles into the back of your neck.

Silence save for your ragged breaths fills the bathroom for a moment, Shouto’s arm loosely hugging around your waist and pressing his body as flush against yours as he can with your clothes still half-on. He plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before he stands, grabbing a few more of the fancy towels on the counter and holding them underneath you as he pulls out. His breathing is still a little rough as he dabs at your sloppy cunt, instructing you to push out as much of his release as you can so you won’t have it dripping down your thighs during the reception. Carefully he cleans the both of you off, his lips quirked up into a sly smile as he puts your panties back into place, helping you into your shoes once again and making sure your dress falls to the floor as perfectly as it did before he ravaged you. Neither of you have to speak as you fix each other up, a shared smile of intimacy on both your faces.

Once the both of you have resituated yourselves as best you can, Shouto presses a lasting kiss to your temple, his fingers stroking over your back soothingly. “I love you” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your hairline. Repeating the words back, you smile up at him and indulge in a little nose nuzzle, pecking his grin as he guides you out of the bathroom.

The door resists as it bumps into someone, revealing Midoriya with his hands cupped over his ears, eyes closed, and face beet-red. Bakugou is slouching on the opposite wall, and he kicks the green-haired man in the shin as he watches the pair of you exit the bathroom.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugou grumbles, and though he’s putting on a tough-guy facade as usual, there’s a tiny dusting of pink across his cheeks. “Ten minutes my ass...”

Midoriya can’t seem to look you or Shouto in the eye, instead focusing on the boutonnière gracing Shouto’s breast pocket. “Ah, your reception entrance is scheduled to be in three minutes…” The poor man finally glances at you, eyes going wide and coughing as he looks away again, immediately deflecting your stare. “And um… y/n, you should probably uhh… fix your lipstick b-before then, I’ll go grab y/moh/n!”

Bakugou cackles at the other man’s bashfulness while he dashes off, and you feel your body heat up as you become flustered. You’d known that the pair were standing guard outside, but you hadn’t really thought about the possibility of them actually hearing your activities. The explosive blonde only shakes his hand and shoves his hands in his suit pockets, strolling off to leave the two of you alone for a minute, giving you space before you’re to be crowded around and fussed over for the rest of the night.

Shouto squeezes your hand to grab your attention, his smirk melting into a genuine smile as his soft eyes linger on your heated face. “Ready for our first dance, Mrs. Todoroki?” he murmurs, knowing fully well you’re still in a state of satiated bliss, and that he’ll have to hold you up the entire time. But it doesn’t really matter, because he also knows that you’re extra lovey-dovey after he’s made you cum, and he would carry you around the dancefloor all night if it means that he gets to be your one and only.

“So ready,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. You’re ready for your first dance, and all of the other firsts that a married couple may encounter, so long as you get to be with him.

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...this is major cheese and no i will not apologize for it. 🧀💗💍

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