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Can I request this but with the second years please.

-- ! i really had to go back to the original post and re-read the initial ask once again to understand what i wrote for that first one. but once again imma provide a few details on how i hc this language barrier myself down below for an easier understanding when reading through the second years reaction! (and oh god i never realized how many second years there were until now)

✧ second years reacting to a sudden language barrier between themselves and their s/o

✧ gn!reader

Crowley would provide you with some sort of device to prevent the sudden language barrier in the form of accessories most of the time.

The cast of twst wonderland speaks an entirely different language, but it's been easier for you to be able to type out simple sentences in their language then try to figure out what they're saying in the scenario that you forgot to wear the accessory with the translating magic on it.

✧ Riddle's eyes are incredibly sharp. So when he initially got to learn the news of your predicament, he would ask you what the accessory looked like and where you usually adorn it to always check if you're wearing it every time you meet.

✧ So every time you two met at the main street, he would always smile softly at you before his gaze would avert to where the accessory would be hanging from.

✧ When he doesn't see the item on your body, his smile turns into a small frown. It always puzzles him how you can go so far ahead from Ramshackle dorm up to the school gates and not notice that you can barely understand the students around you.

✧ "I really can't comprehend how you can be so airheaded at times, love." he mutters lowly as he grabs your wrist, glancing up at you as he can practically see the gears in your brain turning before your mouth forms into a knowing: "oh."

✧ Riddle only raises a questioning eyebrow your way, clearly not understanding a word you're saying, but your frantic movements says enough - you were quite good at expressing yourself through gestures after all.

✧ "¤£%€^Æ-" Riddle ignores your frantic hand gestures and merely grasps your hand in his before sliding a bracelet over your wrist, "There we go," he confirms, noticing how you abruptly stop when you're able to understand him, the dorm leader before you only giving you a smirk in return, "It would be unfit for me as a lover and a dorm leader if I couldn't fix a tiny problem such a this, right love?"

✧ He will be reprimanding you about the importance of such a vital item while the two of you head to class, just because you're his lover doesn't mean you're free from that after all.

✧ You're on your own.

✧ He will inquire about your predicament when it first shows up, and he would feel sorry for you, he would! But isn't it entirely your fault that you forgot such an important item in the first place? He's your lover, not your caretaker like he is to Leona.

✧ The moment he notices the missing item on your body, he just starts to tell you about his day as he stares straight into your eyes with a deadpan expression, just waiting for the moment it clicks for you.

✧ And when it does, he snickers when you let out a loud groan and turn around tio head back to your dorm - merely waving you goodbye before continuing the task before him.

✧ When you come back, and he notices the item adorning your body he snickers again, "Well hello again, do you want me to retell how the alchemy lesson went?" You're only shoving him to the side with a glare.

✧ "I would rather you do my homework if you're going to make me spend majority of the lesson running all the way back to Ramshackle," you huff with a pout, your hyena lover only laughing at your sunken self.

✧ "That's gonna cost ya, darlin," he says, opening the palm of his hand towards your direction, as if asking for some sort of pre-reward for your request. "I have a few on me somtimes actually. But if you want them I expect compensation for my time with some meals." he gets another gentle shove at his shoulder - because you're both aware that if you forget again and he has one on him, he would hand it over without even thinking twice.

✧ He's quite intrigued actually. The one factor that decides whether or not you'll be able to understand and talk to him is a mere trinket that you have to adorn at all times?

✧ When he first learns of that fact, he politely asks if he can look at said item, that turns out to be a simple steel bracelet. He can detect a faint sense of magic on it, but can't exactly pinpoint what sort of magic has been woven into it to help you understand their worlds language.

✧ While he makes small talk with you, Azul will casually unclip the bracelet to see how fast the effect wears out - and is once again pleasantly surprised by how quick you revert back to your native language mid-sentence. Any form of communication broken off when you tilt your head to the side in confusion when he asks you a simple question to double check.

✧ The merman finds it all very interesting.

✧ So on a day where he's not around you, he waltzes over to Crowley's office with his signature service smile. A smile that sends shivers down the headmasters spine. Needless to say, Azul does walk out of the office with a content smile and a folder of loose papers in his grasp.

✧ Doesn't immediately tell you what his plans are when he politely declines your invitations to hang out, but you don't complain when he instead gestures for you to hang out at the lounge - the drinks you order free of charge for his continous cancellations of your plans.

✧ Until one day when you come into his office, he's gesturing you over and wordlessly takes off the steel bracelet. You're about to question him when he leans over to instead clasp a necklace around you. A content smile on his face as he fiddles with the jewel in the middle, "If you were forced to wear an item every day to be able to understand me, it would only be fair that I make you some that aren't as plain as that steel bracelet, right?" he mused, smirking at your flushed face because you could indeed understand every word he said.

✧ Another fascinated merman. But unlike Azul's general curiosity, he's extremely curious.

✧ But everything on land intrigues Jade a lot, so he has been curious about you in general with the knowledge you're from another... World? Universe? He doesn't know, but nonetheless he's curious.

✧ And he's not secretive about it either. Jade has frequently asked you questions here and there about how your world was like and would compare it with the knowledge of the land dwellers he knows here.

✧ While he was made aware of what would happen if you weren't carrying a certain item at all times, he wasn't as crude to ask you to just take it off for his own entertainment and curiosity,

✧ But he doesn't immediately go and get your accessory the day you forget and you waltz up to him with a smile. Jade just merely blinks and greets you like always, but the moment you open your mouth and talk you can almost see his eyes widen with excitement over not being able to understand you.

✧ Floyd finds it weird that Jade seems a bit too excited upon not being able to understand you, but to each their own.

✧ After his initial big curiosity fades away, Jade would actually want to learn some phrases from your own native language, in return he'll help you get better at learning this world language. An eye for an eye they say, and the notion does allow the two of you spend time together.

✧ The first sentence he makes sure you memorize is both in written and spoken form is: "Please remember to wear the translator today," and he sends that message every morning whether or not you have school or is gonna meet him.

✧ The one who takes away the translator item just to see you struggle to understand him. The reason? "It's fun to see you struggle so much, shrimpy!"

✧ The stare of utter disbelief you send him each time he nabs it makes him cackle as he swings the aforementioned accessory around his finger like it's a basketball. The first few times you tried to reach over and grab it, but he only throws it to his other hand or raises his arms up further away from your reach.

✧ Only tilts his head with a smile every time you talk back at him, even when he can't understand you he can sorta guess what you're complaining about, there's not a lot you CAN complain about after all.

✧ His mischief is something that helps you in the end though, you don't know if it was Floyd's end goal or not when he first started. But the amount of times he's done it while striking a casual conversation to you eventually allows you to understand more.

✧ And the best part of it all? Floyd gets the exact same benefits by slowly starting to understand what you say when you get over the initial embarassment of speaking a language no one knows about.

✧ It gets to a point where the two of you are able to hold a semi coherent conversation while speaking two different languages, although it's mostly reserved for easy sentences that takes numerous repeating before you both can answer each other.

✧ Floyd does eventually get bored of making your life hard though, having gotten used to your small defeated sigh and halfhearted glare. The eel only huffs when you return back to your books, "You were cuter when you would try to grab it back from me," he says loudly. His signature gleeful smile seems to come back when he notices the slight flush paint your cheeks, clasping the item back to it's rightful place with a chuckle, "Oh? Shrimpy have become so smart that you're able understand that now?"

✧ Is actually distraught the first time he realizes he doesn't understand you. Did something happen? Were you struck with some sort of magic? Did you drink something that made you speak an entirely different language?!

✧ Drags you to Jamil despite your protests (that he can't hear nor understand). And Jamil just stands before the two of you with a questioning look because what is he supposed to do? The vice-leader merely takes a glance at you and you point towards your next where the translator accessory would usually be hanging from - and that's all he needs to know.

✧ Jamil has to be the one to remind him about what Crowley had informed them about your situation - something he had already predicted he would have to do because Kalim's attention was on relaxing you who looked a bit tense next to the headmage.

✧ Absolutely refuses to let you leave his side even when Jamil explains that you need to wear the necklace to be able to talk and understand him. Even when he's told it's safe, he still has you gripped in a bear hug. So the vice leader ends up being the one who has to make the trip back to your dorm to get the accessory.

✧ The moment it's back on your neck, you're turning around and reprimanding Kalim for making Jamil make a trip you could easily do alone even. But Kalim is just happy he can understand you again, laughing along amidst your scolding.

✧ Barges into Crowley's office the next day and asks about the magic used on your necklace. Kalim doesn't need to ask twice before Crowley's already handed the documents - and on the way back home he's already making a couple of phone calls with a content smile on his face.

✧ A week after he's barging into your dorm with a few boxes behind him, "We can't have the same situation happening again! So I asked the headmaster about the magic and had some help from my family to make these! It's all from jewlery, to even some clothing that u can wear underneath the uniform so it's easier!" You don't have the heart to refuse him when he excitedly pulls out every garment to tell you the thought process of it.

✧ Mildly annoyed at first at this predicament, but he doesn't openly display said annoyance on his face. It's not your fault after all, but he can't help it.

✧ But you're sensible right? You have some common sense, right? He knows you won't forget the one thing that allows you to communicate with the rest of the school, right?

✧ But as you shuffle closer to him before the first period start and scratch your head in apology, Jamil sends you the nastiest frown before he quickly composes himself - but you still saw that nasty frown and can only clasp your hands together in apology. Lover or not, a disappointed Jamil is a scary one.

✧ "This is the 5th time you've forgotten," you blink in surprise, pleasantly surprised to hear the disappointment in your boyfriends voice in your own language. Abruptly looking up to see Jamil only stare back with a somewhat proud grin, "I- huh? When did you learn-"

✧ Jamil only shrugs before he digs into his blazer pocket, gesturing you over to which you obediently do. He goes the extra mile to flick your forehead while he does so, you can't really do much but pout his way - you deserve it, and you're both aware of it.

✧ His next gestures are oh so gentle however, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your ear so he can clip on a simple earring on the lobe, "You've gotten into the same situation enough times and said the same things for me to sort of figure out how to word things, after all." he whispers as he adjusts the earring to stay properly on.

✧ "At this point you're gonna take all of the spares I have hanging around for you with the amount of times this have happened, maybe I should ask Crowley for something's that bigger and more noticeable in the mornings?" he mumbles as you continue on your way, glancing over at you and only raising an eyebrow at your confused expression, "What? Isn't it natural that I would have something prepared for you?" Dear god you think you fell in love all over again.

✧ The two of you rarely spend time together as it already stands, being that he usually spends his time at Diasomnia as Malleus' guard, at club or is off to dreamland. While you're either getting dragged around by Grim or running off after two troublesome idiots that you still call your friends.

✧ The few times you do hang together is when you stumble upon your lover dozing off, and most of the time are the one to wake him up - You realize that is a reward in itself, being able to see Silver's soft smile and a quiet apology for dozing off again.

✧ So Silver does treasure those small moments the two of you have with each other when you both don't have anything urgent to do, and a lot of the time you don't forget to wear the translator on you. (Or you have, but Silver isn't the first person you meet in the morning to reprimand you and as such you're able to run back to Ramshackle and get the item before stumbling upon him) Silver eventually forgot that you needed that item at all times to be able to understand you.

✧ So imagine his surprise when he wakes up and sees you smiling down at him. But his soft smile eventually drops to a confused frown when he asks what time is it, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion before opening your mouth.

✧ And he's not able to understand a damn thing that just came out of your mouth. But just in case he asks another question, he's greeted with another confused smile. It doesn't take long before you pat down around your neck and come to the realization that you forgot the item, but before you can excuse yourself to grab it. Silver is already up from the bench and dragging you by the hand to somehere.

✧ You try to call out his name and tug your hand away from his grasp, but dear lord he's stronger than he looks. You eventually find yourself in front of a confused Lilia, and while he beams at you at first - his gaze turns towards Silver who seems to tell him something while you're still trying to tug yourself free.

✧ Lilia only laughs, before he vanishes into thin air before Silver can even finish explaining. A second later you feel something being wrapped around your neck and Lilia appearing back onto his place with a smile, "Silver, did you forget that [Name] can't understand anything unless they're wearing that necklace?" he muses, and you can see the moment Silver connects the dots. You merely laugh when he whips his head around with a panicked look on his face, patting him on the head before he can apologize, "It's fine, Silver. I often forget mysef anyway - so don't feel too bad."

✧ He's still gonna feel bad, so now whenever he wakes up and sees you smiling down at him, the first thing he does is to reach towards your neck to feel the necklace himself. And once he confirms it's there he eases up and greets you. The feeling he got the first time is a feeling he would rather not feel again.

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cozy-cinnamon-roll · 2 months

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Lee!Alastor Headcanons Let's Gooooo

so sorry for the word wall... but I cannot be concise about the scary demon man 😅

Words cannot describe how much I love the idea of Alastor's accent slipping when he's tickled. It's hard for me to picture it in my mind because it never really slips on-screen (although his "WELL! Looks like I need a visit t' the TAY-ler!" line gets pretty close lol) but GAH the man was born and raised in Louisiana, he's gotta have at least a little southern drawl buried under that Transatlantic thing he's got going on.

{ helps that I grew up in the south, and I know how common it is for folks with very faint/non-existant accents to suddenly go FULL TWANG if something gets them riled up (or, ya know, ✨flustered✨) I don't even have a southern accent myself but I still start to drawl my vowels a little bit if I get wound up enough. }

I'm also a huge fan of the hc some people have suggested that Al loses his static filter when he's tickled, falling into genuine laughter. I have a bit of a hybrid version: I feel like as he resists and tries to suppress his giggles the radio filter gets thicker and thicker, the way it sounds when you're losing a radio station... but then once you REALLY get him good and he can't fight back the hysterics anymore, it'd just drop out completely, and all you can hear is his genuine laughter.

I expect there'd definitely be more and more of that crackling radio background static too (not the voice filter, but the lil buzzy crackle noise that happens when he's not speaking) the more flustered he gets, since that seems to happen pretty consistently when he's nervous.

Ya know that lil squeaky noise Al makes at the very end of "Stayed Gone" (literally the last sound you hear before Vox's "FAHAHAHAHACK!!")? I picture his voice doing a lil compressed version of that noise if somebody sneak-attacks him at juuuust the right moment. Basically his version of a squeal of surprise.

That said.... Alastor seems to have a pretty strong hold on his startle reflex. I mean, a fucking chandelier falls directly in front of him and his expression doesn't falter. So I have a theory that Al is able to keep such a tight hold on his startle reflex because his knee-jerk response to being startled isn't fight or flight, but freeze... a literal "deer-in-the-headlights" if you will 🦌

THEREFORE I feel like that deer-in-the-headlights instinct means that he'd be completely disoriented by tickling, anticipated or not. So few people touch him at all that the mere sensation of being tickled would likely overwhelm him very quickly. Add the tension between his panic and the equal and opposite reluctance to stop it (because, lee)... being tickled would just completely short-circuit the poor guy's brain.

I'm SURE there will be a part 2 to this in the future, so stay tuned! 😁

#oh deer he's ticklish #lee!alastor #ticklish!alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel tickles #tickle headcanons

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nijisanji-brain-rot-fics · 8 months

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xsoleil boys x reader || wedding day

a/n: im bored as hell now guys 😭 im just gonna like post a bunch of headcanon stuff LOL i might post like fanfics, but thats a maybe wwww ALSO ALSO starting to reaaally like the later waves of niji, so ill prob focus on mainly xsoleil, noctyx, iluna, etc. ill dribble in some luxiem from time to time, but like the other waves need attention too 🙌 i might do some of the fem waves, but im not sure how to write those LOL

HEX HAYWIRE

bro this man's voice makes my brain go haywire

anyways uh

would definitely just be like very happy and stoic during yalls wedding

he'd treat you like his pretty princess/prince

anyways uhhh he would be that kind of romantic person to like take your hand and kiss it once you go to the front

oh my lord, im struggling to find his green flags when all i listen to from his asmrs are the yandere ones

UHM...... i mean like reception would be cute, like he'd dance with you

like beauty and the beast vibes ykkk

help im genuinely struggling w anything thats positive about marrying him 💀

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE

AWWW HED BE SMILING AND LIKE EXCITED

LIKE HE WOULD BE WAITING FOR YOU EXCITEDLY AT THE FRONT

i feel like doppio would just be generally so excited and happy hes finally marrying the person he loves so much

he would fix his hair JUST FOR THIS

this is also the only event he will never be late to

oh god he would be so nervous when the ceremony actually starts

like hes worried he'll mess up his parts or someone will object

BUT it probably wont happen and itll be a great wedding!!

reception!doppio would be fucking lit

HE WOULD BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY

he'd already be making dad jokes even if he isnt a dad yet

i swear, he would be kissing your forehead or cheek every few minutes

oh my goodness, drunk doppio would be so sweet

like i can just imagine him getting tipsy while like the maid of honor and the groomsman doing their little speech things and him getting really emotional

VER VERMILLION

honestly, i think he would cry at yalls wedding

like, he just screams 'emotionally fragile man on occasion'

the second he sees you in your wedding dress/suit/wtv, he'll start tearing up knowing that yall r gonna be married

and he loves you ya know

he'd hide the fact he was tearing up when you get to the front www

five bucks, doppio would be stifling his laughter when he sees ver crying

reception would be wholesome

ver would be whispering things to you while you guys dance

and not just random things

like i mean in korean

yeah his cute ass voice when he talks in korean

the voice where you want to keel over and throw up because it's really goddamn adorable and kind of attractive because people who speak more than one language is always somewhat attractive

tipsy ver is something to live for

it doesn't always happen but when it does its either hilarious as fuck or really cute and wholesome

like when he gets drunk, there's a 50% chance he starts to emote on the dance floor with an equally drunk doppio

or he could be holding your hand the whole time and staying by your side

a/n: WWWW im sorry i half assed hex's hcs LMAO i just genuinely cant see something that isnt overly explicit or kinky that wouldnt happen on ur wedding so thats why his is like the shortest lmao 💀 errhmm yeah, also ver is my #1 oshi thats why he has like the uh longest one LMAO UHHM yeah whatever lols have a good timezone

#ver vermillion x reader #ver vermillion #doppio dropscythe #doppio dropscythe x reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #xsoleil x reader #nijisanji x reader #headcanon

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pimosworld · 8 months

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The story of us chapter 7

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter summary-Santiago is forced to make a decision.

CW- 18+,MDNI,Explicit. A link will be posted going forward to avoid spoilers.

WK-5.8K

Notes-See series master list for full story notes. This is the chapter that started it all. Santiago the final boss. Also mentioned is hc that Pope has a nightlight thanks to @melodygatesauthor link.

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Chapter VII Weak in the knees

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You stretch comfortably relishing in the softness of your sheets. Rarely do you have the chance to indulge in uninterrupted slumber. You know all too well the nightmares that plague you and your boys from years in the service and the events in Colombia.

Your ex never had much of a tolerance for helping you through them, often jostling you awake to stop your soft whines. Being horribly ripped from your nightmares was better than having to sleep through them when he opted to head to the couch instead.

Despite sleeping alone, it was much more peaceful knowing you had someone who truly cared for you. As though the universe could read your mind you can feel the light buzz of your phone under your pillow. Your stomach flutters at the prospect of which one could be calling you this early in the morning.

Ben’s face lights up your screen, a photo you took of him after his first knockout win, you’ve never seen him happier than he was in that moment. Surrounded by all the people he loved most doing the thing he was so passionate about.

Good morning honey. You want to scream into your pillow at his sleepy deep voice but you calm your nerves and do your best to reply.

“Good morning babe.”

If you call me babe again I’m driving over there right now. It’s not surprising that you’re having the same effect on him but it makes you happy all the same.

Listen I know it’s last minute but I wanted to invite you to my fight tonight. It’s out of town so we’re spending the night.

“Sorry I promised some coworkers I’d go out tonight for their birthday.”

Be safe please and call Santi if you need anything.

“Oh…he’s not going with you?”

No it’s just me,Fish and Will. Santi said he was busy but he’s probably just gonna sulk in his apartment.

You decide not to pry into what that means. You knew he needed his space from time to time so it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Good luck tonight babe. I’ll see you guys when you get back.” You giggle at the groan he lets out on the other end.

You’re a tease, you know that.

You hang up smiling down at your phone. You know the two of you could spend an ungodly amount of time talking about nothing and arguing about who should hang up first. You roll over clutching the phone to your chest wondering how you got so lucky. Maybe this was just a dream that you’d wake up from one day but for now you’d enjoy it in whatever form it came.

****

You don’t remember the last time you had this much fun dancing. It was true that you had neglected several relationships in lieu of that asshole and you were grateful that you hadn’t completely ruined those connections.

You’re on the dance floor with the birthday girl and a few other coworkers when you glance over at the bar. The floor feels like it’s going to give out as all the air leaves your lungs. Maybe it was the drinks or your mind playing cruel tricks on you but you swear you saw your ex.

“You ok hon.” Angela yells over the music in your ear bringing you back to the moment.

“Ya…I think I just need to sit down for a minute.” You walk to the table on shaky legs as you try and get a grip on reality.

You needed to calm down, it probably wasn’t him. Even if it was, he had every right to be in this public place. You’re trying to silence the alarm bells in your brain telling you he was following you. Ptsd does horrible things to your mental state. You’re trying to remember some of the things Will told you. Ground yourself, 4 things you can touch,3 things you can hear,2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste.

This is quite possibly the worst place to ground yourself. All you can feel is the stickiness of the table in front of you, you can’t hear anything beyond the music and the loud voices echoing over it. The smell of cheap liquor and heavy cologne permeate your senses and the last thing you want to taste right now is the watered down drink that was left unattended while you were dancing.

Your chest is getting tight and the bar seems to be darker than it was 5 minutes ago. You have to get out of here.

You don’t want to bother Santi and you don’t think you could even wait long enough for him to arrive before you pass out from a full blown panic attack.

You pull out your phone to call an Uber and head outside as you text your friends that you were feeling sick and had to leave. You hover close to the bouncer outside as you wait briefly for it to arrive.

The humid air outside does nothing to calm your nerves as the small black sedan pulls up and you double check the license plate to make sure it’s your driver.

You take the first deep breath in a while as you enter the car and an older woman offers you her name and smiles.

You can feel the soft cloth seats beneath your fingers and the cool metal of the buckle as you secure your seatbelt. You set your phone and purse down beside you as you rest your head back against the seat. You can hear the ac blasting, the sounds of the soft jazz on her radio, the thrumming of the car's engine. It smells like a new car and her fresh pine air freshener she has hanging on the rear view mirror.

“I have some water in a cooler back there if you want some hon.” You open your eyes and try to choke back the tears that have been threatening to spill since you left the bar. It’s not like she knew your nickname, it's just a term of endearment.

“Thank you.” You gratefully accept the water as your panic subsides, thanking whoever out there sent your guardian angel to pick you up.

You don’t know when you closed your eyes again but a bright flashing light startles you awake. You can tell you’re almost home as you try and gain your bearings but the vehicle behind you is so close it’s impossible to see.

“Excuse my language but this person is driving like an asshole.” You chuckle at the older woman’s response as the car pulls around you speeding aggressively by.

“Almost home hon…” She smiles sweetly to you in the mirror as you try to school your expression. You’d recognize that truck anywhere and suddenly your suspicions from the bar were all but confirmed.

Fuck

****

Just pick up the phone and call her, if only it were that simple for Santiago as he sits alone in his apartment staring down at the blank phone screen like it’s going to spontaneously call you.

Will's words echoed in his mind, playing on a constant loop. Why was he denying himself happiness? That stubborn part of his brain always goes to the worst case scenario. If it doesn’t work out he could lose you forever.

Somehow he forgets how many times he’s been here before with you. He won’t admit to the guys how many times you’ve waded into that territory. You confessed your love so many times only to be met with his stupid avoidances or the casual ‘ love you too’.

Everything was different after Colombia, after that night you spent in the hotel just holding each other. No words were spoken but feelings were exchanged. In true Santiago fashion you returned to the states and he acted as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to admit how much it broke you.

He was always running from his feelings but he kept your heart on a string from the moment you met. The string would get closer or further away depending on how he was feeling but that was the closest it’s been to snapping.

He could say what he wanted about the other guys but he broke the rules more than anyone. Always toting the line of no one can have you if I can’t. He never made an attempt over the years to like your boyfriends, it didn’t bother you much, you knew how protective he was in more ways than one.

You however would do your best to like his girlfriends or the ones that actually stuck around for more than a month. He would find some excuse to break it off when she started getting too close to the group. Any serious relationship threatening what you had made him feel uneasy.

Little did you know he could never have someone he loved so close to someone he was pretending to love.

After Colombia he thought you were just coping like you usually did. Find some shitty guy for a few weeks to occupy your mind and then everything would go back to the way it was. You stopped responding to texts, stopped showing up to the bar, stopped showing up to Benny's fights. Maybe this time he finally pushed you over the edge. Into the arms of someone unworthy of your love and genuine kindness.

He could call himself a hypocrite for even having these thoughts. He was too stubborn for that. He couldn’t see that he was being just as shitty to you as any of the guys you’ve dated. He wouldn’t commit but he wouldn’t let you get far enough to forget that he was an option.

Why couldn’t he just say he loved you?

The night before they confronted Mike was the first panic attack he’d had in a very long time. His chest was growing tighter each time he couldn’t see you, his emotions threatening to boil over and affecting his daily life. He couldn’t focus or think about anything besides you.

He didn’t regret coming over, but everyday since then not telling you how he truly felt was making the gaping hole in his heart even bigger. He convinced himself that he would just bide his time until the whole thing blew up in their faces. Now seeing you all so happy including Will he was starting to feel like an outcast.

Incoming call

“Santi…I didn’t know who else to call.” Your frantic voice on the other line has him in full blown panic.

“Are you okay, what’s happening?” Silence on the other end. His feet are taking him out the door before he knows what’s happening.

“Talk to me cariño.”

“I’m sorry I dropped my phone…I was out with some friends and I thought I saw him at the bar but I couldn’t be sure but just now I think he drove by my house.”He can hear your sniffles and heavy breathing and the faint sound of keys.

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t even need to ask who you’re referring to.

“Santiago, have you seen his truck!” Of course the most obnoxious monstrosity known to man that screams I’m a douchebag.

“Yes I’m sorry, I’m on my way right now, stay put.”

“I’m coming to you-.”

“No, you’ve been drinking, make sure the doors are locked and grab your gun. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You know he lives at least ten minutes away but you don’t doubt he’ll be here in 5.

“Stay on the phone with me please.” You’ve never heard him so desperate in your life. You almost feel bad for calling him until you see the signature camo wrap truck slowly driving by your house.

You run to your room and open the closet, placing your finger on the lock box where your gun is held. It’s always loaded but you never thought you might have to use it on someone you know.

In all your years of training, an elite special ops soldier. The first time in your life not being looked at as a woman who managed to climb this high but a person with a certain skill set that was unmatched for most. You had the steadiest hands but right now your hands are shaking as you stare at the gun knelt in your closet.

You can hear the front door open and you quickly place the gun back in the lock box. His heavy footsteps echo down the hall as he reaches your room before you can stand from your floor.

He drops to his knees as he grabs you, pulling you into him.

“Santi your knees.” He sits back surveying you as if you were an illusion in front of him.

“I don’t give a shit about my knees, are you okay?”

Your immediate reaction is to say no, no you’re not okay because all you want to do right now is kiss him and that would be highly inappropriate given the current circumstances.

“Yes…I’m fine.Can you stay with me tonight?”

You can see the wheels turning in his head. Is he contemplating what you just asked or questioning why he’s even here in the first place?

“No…we should go to my place. He doesn’t know where I live and I would sleep better if we weren’t here.”

You don’t take long to grab a few things and head out. Santi double and triple checking that he locked your door as you make your way to his jeep. Your street is eerily quiet as you look it over wondering if he was bold enough to drive down it.

He opens the door for you as you briefly lock eyes. There’s so much unspoken between the two of you, you haven’t been alone with him in months and you can feel the tension rolling off your body.

He holds your hand the entire way to his apartment. He can barely keep his eyes on the road as he stares back and forth between you and the rearview mirror. As much as you enjoyed being in his company you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling of him ignoring you for days.

“I’m going to put up some extra surveillance outside your house this week. It would make me feel better.”

You contemplated your next words. Arguing with them when they had their mind set on something never went well for you and you didn’t want to push him away for being helpful.

“Thank you, I would really appreciate it.” He looks over at you like he half expected you to protest and now he’s stuck. There was no rebuttal, no back and forth. You simply just agreed to let him help you.

****

Maybe it was the horrible lighting in Santi’s spare bathroom or the fact that you were crying and smeared your makeup before he got to your house, but you’ve definitely looked better.

You splash some water on your face and fix your hair as best you could. Your nerves were shot from the events of the night and being here in his apartment with this tension boiling below the surface has you a little on edge. In your panic you didn’t realize you grabbed one of his shirts to change into along with your sleep shorts.

It would have to do since you couldn’t spend the rest of the night in your dress and the world's most uncomfortable bra. You give yourself a final once over before stepping out into the living room. He was seated on the couch with his arm draped over the back and his legs spread wide in a relaxed state.

You thought he might want to go to bed with how late it was and you would just sleep on the couch but you can feel your heart rate picking up at the prospect of actually getting to talk to him.

He turns around as he senses you, his body tenses slightly as his eyes trail down your form. He doesn’t know if you’ve always been this beautiful or if it’s you in his shirt, legs exposed and fresh faced. Emerging from his bathroom smiling at him like it’s some domesticated thing you do everyday.

“If you’re tired you can sleep in my bed but we can watch a movie if you want to stay up a little.” His eyes flit back and forth between your face and your body.

“First of all I’d love to watch a movie and second of all I’m not taking your bed Santiago.” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he pats the space next to him.

“How many of my shirts have you stolen?”

“Borrowed…a few.” You sit next to him just close enough to touch legs but still giving him space.

“So which Star Wars are we watching this time?” He leans forward to grab the remote and pulls you into his side as he gets comfortable again.

“Empire strikes back?” You knew that wasn’t his favorite but you figured tonight he was either feeling sorry for you or extremely generous.

“Fine…only because I love you .” He didn’t mean it like that so just calm down.

You watch the movie as you usually do-with much commentary from Santi about how messed up the order is and if he was a Jedi he would have more self control. Blah blah blah. You’ve heard it a thousand times but it still makes you laugh with how serious he is about it.

His heart is aching for you, as you genuinely laugh at his jokes that he knows he’s bored you with before. Your giggles echo through his body as your head is laid on his chest. All the worries of the night or the next day melting away with every minute that passes you by.

If every night was like this he could die a happy man. You curled up next to him, in his shirt,going to sleep in his bed…with him. Except it’s not, he’s fantasizing about things that aren’t real, it’s almost too much as you look up at him sweetly. Your lips are so close to his as his breath fans hot against yours. Why can’t he just shut his brain off.

He stands abruptly from the couch almost knocking you over. You watch him stomp towards the kitchen unsure of what just transpired. You were certain he was going to kiss you. How could you have misread that?

You were sick of this tip toeing around him and dealing with his mood swings. You traipsed after him determined to figure this out.

“Is everything okay?” He’s facing away from you as he grips the counter top staring out the kitchen window into the darkness.

“No.” His hands shake slightly as he grabs a glass to fill with water from the tap.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No.” You didn’t think the tension boiling over all night would result in this but you’ve had it with him.

“What’s your problem Pope?!” He turns to look at you, his pupils are blown wide and you’ve only ever seen him look like this on intense missions.

“You!…you’re my problem.” You’re trying desperately to swallow the lump in your throat,fighting back the tears that he did not get to see you shed.

“Maybe I should go.I don’t want to ruin your night any further.” You turn to head towards the bathroom to gather your things. This was a mistake calling him,you pushed your luck thinking this would work.

“You know what there is something you can do for me.” He’s practically yelling as you spin on your heels.

“Please enlighten me.”

He stalks towards you until you’re backed against the wall. His face is so close to yours as he places his hands beside your head, his chest is heaving against you as you search his eyes for an answer.

“You can stop looking at me like that, stop being so perfect, stop wearing those jeans that make your ass look great-.”

“Santiago.” He places his fingers on your lips.

“Stop saying my name like a goddamn prayer.” His eyes are feral and you don’t chance interrupting him again because his brain might catch up with his mouth and he’ll stop saying everything you’ve wanted to hear since the day you met him.

“Stop consuming my sleep and waking thoughts.” He drops his forehead to yours as he tries to catch his breath. “Stop making me love you.” His eyes are so tightly shut it pains you.

“Stop anticipating my every move because you can read me like a fucking book.” You bring your hands to his face willing him to look at you.

You don’t even remember when your tears started flowing. “Santi I love you too.”

“Just stop.” His voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“Listen to me, I love you.” He finally lets the damn break as he takes in your words. You kiss his cheeks and taste the salty tears rolling down.

“I won’t stop doing any of those things, because I love-.”

He cuts your words off with a bruising kiss as he cups the back of your neck. The forceful yet tender pressure of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He pants into your mouth as you both steal breaths from each other.

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me for longer than you know.”

Your fingers trace the outline of his jaw as you hang in this moment. The anticipation in the air is palpable as he grabs your hand and leads you down the dimly lit hallway. Each step feels like a heartbeat, synchronized with the rush of emotion coursing through you.

As you enter his bedroom the soft glow of his night light casts shadows among the room. You can still make out his sickeningly beautiful face as he traces a delicate path down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He grabs the hem of your shirt slowly raising it up above your stomach and you take a deep breath as he pulls it over your head. Your nipples harden as they’re exposed to the cold air of the room and he inhales sharply.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I want to see you.” He quickly removes his shirt revealing his tan toned body. Your fingertips lightly trace the scars across his chest that you’ve seen so many times before.

He dips his head to your neck,his lips ghost over your pulse point as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. As he slides them down he drags his tongue along your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts as he comes face to face with your mound.

You silently curse yourself that he’s on his knees again for you but you’re only momentarily upset as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. Your breathing has picked up as he places soft kisses along your thigh. He growls at the sight of your dripping folds as his finger teases through your slit.

He licks a stripe so slow your knees almost buckle but he has a firm grip on your thigh. You whimper above him and grip his hair as he blows cold air onto your exposed mound.

He laps at you hungrily as his tongue circles your clit. You’re soaking his face as he licks and sucks like it’s the only thing he’s wanted in the world. He can tell you’re close as your grip tightens in his hair pulling him into you.

“Santiago-“ Your name on his lips while he’s buried in your cunt has his cock straining in his jeans.

“Say it again.”

“Santiago…please.” His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue prods your entrance,you’re a whimpering mess as you gush into his mouth. He lets out a deep groan into your pussy taking down every drop as you fight to stay standing.

He grips your hips as he lowers your leg,he stands before you crashing his lips to yours as he licks your bottom lip. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s primal the way it makes you feel. He’s all over you like you could change your mind at any moment and he wants to claim as much as he can before it’s over.

His eyes go wide as you push him back onto the bed. You wondered how often he let himself relinquish control and the sight of him laid out in front of you has a fresh wave of slick coating your thighs.

You slowly unbuckle his jeans as he lifts his hips for you, never breaking eye contact. His thick cock bobs against his stomach as you pull his jeans and boxers off. You’re practically drooling as you run your hands up his thighs. He shivers beneath you as you take him in your hand stroking him lazily. You trail your thumb at the tip collecting the precum steadily leaking out.

He’s gripping the sheets as he lets out a string of English and Spanish curses under his breath. He gently grabs your hand and he looks like he’s fighting with himself to keep it together.

“Please…I need you.” Santiago Garcia is begging for you.

You both have done enough teasing for a lifetime and you won’t make him beg any longer. You straddle his thighs on the bed as you line your entrance with his cock. He grips the base and guides you as you sink down onto him.

You both still for a moment as you catch your breath. He has a firm grip on your waist as you give an experimental roll of your hips. “Oh fuck.” He’s moving you back and forth in rhythm and you’ve never felt so full. You brace your hands on his chest as you pick up the pace.

You look like a goddess above him as he watches you ride him. Your noises and chants of his name only spur him on further. He sits up wrapping an arm around your waist and you clench down on him hard as he bounces you on his cock. “Fuck this pussy’s so tight.”

“Santi..oh.. my god.” He’s going to see god if you don’t stop saying his name like that.

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you drop your head to his shoulder. He thrusts his hips up as he slams you down and your vision goes white as he punches something deep inside. You bite down hard on his shoulder as you come down from your climax sending him over the edge. A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your pussy clenches with aftershocks as he pulses in your dripping cunt.

“That was….” He’s panting on your chest as you nod your head. You can’t even begin to attempt words but he knows what you’re feeling.

You both let out a long sigh that perhaps you’d been holding for an eternity. You both burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

He rolls you over and pulls out, he spreads your legs wide watching your combined spend dripping out of you. You knew he was possessive but this is a side of him that has you wanting more.

“Stay here,I’ll be right back.” You never thought you’d be in this position as you watch his perfect ass walk towards his bathroom.

The water runs briefly before he returns with a washcloth, carefully cleaning your thighs and your swollen folds.

A brief moment of insecurity flashes through you. As if he can sense it, he leans over you planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Under the covers miel, we need to get some sleep.” He pats your thigh playfully as you scramble back to get comfortable.

He slides in next to you, pulling you up on his chest. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek as you start to drift off to sleep.

He can faintly make out your quiet giggles as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Something funny?” You shift slightly to look up at him, it’s hard to see in the darkness but he looks so relaxed.

“Yes…the nightlight I got you.”

“Mhmm.” He rubs your arm trying to stay awake but your soft warm skin pressed against him is winning the battle.

“I didn’t think you’d use it.” He may not need it anymore if he can have you like this.

“It helps me in the dark.” Just like you.

****

The soft morning light is peeking through the blinds in his room. You look over to see his face buried in the pillow and his arm draped across your stomach.

The old analog clock he refused to get rid of from your military days says it’s far too early to be getting your day started. You turn over on your side to chase the warmth of his body and hopefully get a few more hours of restful sleep.

A small folded paper on his nightstand catches your eye. It looks like it’s been handled quite a bit and a black ball point pen is strategically placed next to it. You often wondered what Santiago thought about while sleep eluded him and your curiosity is getting the best of you.

You slowly reach out trying not to disturb the gorgeous man behind you. Just as your fingers reach it he pulls you back into him. You hold your breath for a moment and then hear the light snores again.

Of course he made a pros and cons list.

Pros

Not being alone

Protection

Shared experiences

More of your needs met

No boredom

Sex

Group sex?

Children? 4?

Cons

Jealousy

Living situations

Outside judgment

Parents

Keeping the friendship intact

Splitting your time

Group sex

Children

Heartbreak

The list was nothing if not precise and a little funny. You definitely had some questions but it didn’t upset you. Santiago was rational, logical and very analytical. It’s hard to snap out of something that was your job for the better part of your adult life.

He couldn’t open his heart up without thinking of every possible scenario. That’s what attracted you to them in the first place. They were all so different and you could practically see the wheels turning in his brain.

You’ve already been partners for years essentially without the sexual aspect. It took a lot of trust to put your life in someone’s hands and you all have done that a hundred times over. The hard part for him it seemed was what came next.

Everything on both lists makes complete sense. You noticed he crossed out parents since most of you either didn’t have much of a relationship with them or you didn’t care what they thought of your lives.

“How much of that have you read?” His sleepy voice in your ear startles you.

“Jesus Christ Santiago.” You roll over to face him as he peers at you through his thick curly lashes. It’s criminal for anyone to look this good first thing in the morning.

“It seems you’re a thief and nosy.” He kisses your nose as he rolls on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

“I just have a few questions.” You try to focus on his face and not the way his naked body feels on top of you.

“I’m sure it’s about group sex and children.” You raise your eyebrows at him waiting for him to continue.

“I figured I was jumping the gun on both topics so I took it off the cons list.”

“We don’t have to figure all of it out on day one.”

You can see him contemplating and weighing your words. Always thinking.

“Listen…if you don’t hear from me over the next few weeks,please don’t be upset.” You stare at him confused as a knot begins to form in your stomach.

“It’s not because I regret any of this cariño, I just need to take care of some things.” He attempts a distraction as he kisses your neck. You love and hate the way your body so easily responds to him as you feel the wetness between your legs.

You tug on his hair as he growls into your ear. “Why do you always have to be so vague when you don’t want me to know something?”

“Just trust me please…it’s for your protection.” You can tell in his eyes he is being sincere.

“Well speaking of protection, I'm on birth control. We kind of skipped passed that last night.”

“I wasn’t really worried about it miel.” Your eyes go wide at the revelation. This honest side of Santiago would take some getting used to.

“I guess I’m not surprised based on the 4 children on the pros list.” He groans again as he drops his head to your shoulder.

“Please don’t mention that to anyone.”

“Not a chance, Daddy Santi.” His body betrays him as you feel his bulge pressed against you growing harder.

He instinctively grinds his hips into yours eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you slow and deep, his hard cock dragging through your dripping folds.The memory of the previous night sparking something between you.

“You know…we could always pretend we’re trying.” You want to roll your eyes at how alike they all are the great pretenders.

You don’t mind spending the rest of the morning pretending until you have to pry yourselves from the bed.

After breakfast he takes you home with promises of what the future holds. You decided to borrow the list, keeping it tucked away for safekeeping.

****

Your phone buzzes on your bathroom countertop as you step out of the shower.

DF4L

Santiago: We need to talk about honey.

You just dropped me off?

Francisco:Everything ok?

Santiago:Sorry wrong chat.

You have a group chat without me?

Benjamin:Pope had a rash one time he didn’t want to send the picture to you😜.

What’s the name of the group chat?

Santiago: callate pendejo.

Benjamin:No one tell her 🤫

William: You know Ben can’t speak Spanish.

Francisco:He just dropped you off? It’s 1pm

I’m literally a nurse. You should send me rash photos.

Santiago:Fuck you Ben I never had a rash. Don’t worry cariño just wanted to go over details for your birthday😘

Benjamin:Holy man just sent a kiss emoji 😂

Ok don’t plan anything crazy love you

That was meant for all not anyone in particular

——

Santiago fumbles with his phone cursing under his breath. He was obviously distracted and he shouldn’t be texting and driving but he had to handle this now.

Golden Girls

We seriously need to talk

The kid 🥊:I knew you were the weak link

What?

Will:Congratulations

I don’t know what you’re talking about

🐈🐠: slow clap for the man who got laid last night.

The kid 🥊: and probably this morning 😂

I’ll be at your house in 5

Will: What are we talking about?

Mike

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garoujo · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄

feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.

warnings : none really, just kisses and needy demon boys <3

note : sob i wanna write more obey me hcs but the fact there’s 7 of them makes me brain bleed </3 i swear there’s more cute hcs coming tho !!!

・✶ ｡ﾟLUCIFER

you’d met the eldest demon brother in the hallway after breakfast, the corners of his lips quirking up into a softer sort of smile when he notices you approaching him eagerly, arms that were previously crossed over his chest falling by his side. “good morning, did you sleep well, love?” lucifer hums, one of his gloved hands reaching to rest along your waist immediately as he guides you into your place at his side before he leans in, but his expression drops slightly when you dodge his advances—pulling a frown from the dark haired brother. “is everything okay?” he hums, trying to pretend he’s not bothered by you rejecting him as his fingers smooth along your skin, an almost soothing gesture just incase he’s made you uncomfortable in any way with his advances. “everything is fine, luci—“ you grin and you feel him squeeze at your side slightly before he huffs, his patience and lack of attention finally showing as he begins to fidget a little, looking around the hallway before his next words. “are you deliberately neglecting me of my kiss?” lucifer groans, barely audible while pink dusts his cheeks and you feel something bloom in your chest at how cute he looks before you finally give in, leaning into meet his lips finally “hmph, that’s more like it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMAMMON

you were both watching a movie on the couch when you decided you would mess with him a little, nuzzling yourself closer into mammon’s side because you know the second eldest wouldn’t be able to resist leaning in for a kiss and getting more affection from you. “ya alright, baby? ya sure do look comfortable, ya should be thankin’ me.” the silver haired demon grins, turning to look at you before he lets his arm that was previously resting on the back of the couch fall to rest on your shoulder instead. it’s almost immediate the way he leans in—pink dusting his cheeks and lips still stretched into a grin, until you pull away and a pout replaces it almost immediately, brows pulling into a frown as he tries to remain unphased, even though he’s almost choking on a gasp. “d-dunno why ya were actin’ like i was gonna kiss ya or somethin’, j-just thought i seen somethin’ on your shoulder, t-that’s all it was, i swear!” mammon grumbles through his pouty lips, his ego a little bruised at the thought of you rejecting him. but you eventually feel bad when he continues to whine and sigh dramatically, causing you to lean in and steal a quick kiss before he immediately pulls you back in for another, messier one, his next words a mix of breathless and relieved when they’re spoken against your lips, pressing you against his chest. “t-took ya long enough—you’ve got some nerve stealin’ kisses from the mammon, i could still eat ya as payback, ya know!”

・✶ ｡ﾟLEVIATHAN

you were sitting in his room while he played games on his console, pressing slightly into his side as your head rests against his shoulder—levi’s attention immediately turning to you when he feels you fidget beside him. “h-hey, you’re not leaving yet, right?” the purple haired brother grunts, side eyeing you as his fingers continue to tap away at his controller like it’s second nature to him. “no, i’m just getting comfortable.” you reply, deliberately trying to meet his gaze as you watch the warm shade of pink bloom along his cheeks when you finally succeed. you watch him gulp, eyes not so discreetly darting from your lips to your gaze before he leans in slowly—blush only growing deeper the closer you get until you pull away and he snaps his head away immediately. “uh, s-sorry! i got distracted, p-pretend that didn’t happen.” levi grumbles, resuming his game despite the fact he seems to be doing a whole lot worse now than he was a few seconds ago, lips in a tight pout and you can tell he’s probably going through your ‘rejection’ a few too many times in his head —until you finally smear a kiss along his cheek and he gasps. “w-what was that for? oh no, could you tell i needed attention? m-maybe we should watch anime instead, im—uh, b-bored.”

・✶ ｡ﾟSATAN

he’d been out with his brothers and you’d text him to let him know you were waiting in his room for him to return—mostly just to pull this prank of him. but you still find yourself perking up slightly when you hear the door to his room sound, satan’s figure entering a few seconds later with one of his more gentle smiles before he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and approaching you, pulling you expectantly into his arms with a content sort of sigh after. “thank you for waiting, sweetheart.” he hums, voice like a drunken prayer when he looks at you, allowing his palm to rest against your cheek before he’s leaning in a few seconds later, excited to finally feel your lips against his considering he’s been fantasising about it since he left—not that he’d ever tell you that. so you can imagine his distaste when you dodge his advances, pulling a tsk from the blonde haired demon before he keeps the silence between you both for a few moments. “are you trying to tease me? because i kept you waiting?” satan grumbles finally, almost ignoring the growing blush on his cheeks when his fingers move to tighten around your jaw and he’s tilting your face to meet his, his lips ghosting yours as he growls “please know, i missed you today.” into the next, almost tender kiss.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ASMODEOUS

you’d both spent most of the day in his room, cuddling in his silky sheets and sharing giggly kisses between movies and his rambling, but you thought his reaction would definitely be worth it when the idea came to your mind. waiting until asmo returns from his bathroom break and falls next to you with a sultry glint in his eye before he leans in for a kiss with a smooth “did you get lonely without me?” almost turning to stone when you dodge his lips immediately. “did.. did you just reject me? hmph, you don’t have to be shy, oh wait—are you teasing me? so cute, i’ll play along with your little games.” asmo hums, shooting you a wink and you’re almost in disbelief at his reaction because ofcourse he would never think you’d actually reject him. but instead you feel his delicate fingers smooth along your waist, his eyes still locked on yours while an almost teasing, dreamy smile sits on his lips and he leans in again, the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room causing you to meet his lips this time and he coos, his tone almost lifting to a whine at his last words. “see? i knew you couldn’t resist me. but don’t do that again, okay!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BEELZEBUB

it had been a while since you’d seen the red haired demon, finding yourself suddenly gravitating towards the kitchen to seek out beel, a little bored and deciding to prank your boyfriend for means of entertainment. “beel?” you call, finding the looming demon’s huge body crouching by the fridge before he immediately turns at the sound of your voice, giddy smile on his lips as he ushers you over—standing to full height as he pulls you closer to him. “do you want to eat with me?” he hums, voice smooth as he watches you nod out a yes but when he leans in to kiss you in return you can’t help but lean away, watching the second youngest demons cheeks puff out into a pout at the action almost immediately, and you’re pretty sure you hear him whine quietly under his breath. “i’m hungry.” beel eventually grunts after a few seconds of silence and you almost sigh thinking he’d just skip over your ‘rejection’ until you look up to meet the almost hungry look in the violet eyes staring back at you. “well we’re gonna eat right?” you hum, dreamy, and beel’s broad chest expands with a breath before he leans in again “not now—i want something else.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BELPHEGOR

you both regularly had nap dates, just enjoying each others presence and scrolling through your DDDs as you lay wrapped in eachother— you were just feeling a little annoying tbh. so when you felt belphie shuffle a little closer to you when he was showing you something, eyes flickering to yours momentarily— you knew he was going to lean in, stifling a smirk when you pull away slightly. he almost doesn’t react, except from the slight scrunching of his brows in confusion before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to his phone. it’s only a few moments later before you feel him nuzzle into your slightly, feeling him place a few chaste kisses against your shoulder and neck instead, before his lips move against the skin— voice gravely with sleep while his fingers trace almost soothing circles into your skin “you okay?” belphie hums, a little curious if you’re mad without giving away the fact that he just wants to kiss you, disguising it as just a regular check in. “yeah i’m fine.” “you sure?” he pulls back a little, looking at you for any signs of discomfort before his hand moves to gently rest against the back of your neck, finally leaning in for another kiss, and this time you let him.

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poeticlilies · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons for kunikida and ango with a short and petite s/o? Thanks and have a good day/night :)

♡ Kunikida + Ango with a short/petite s/o!

Kunikida Doppo x Reader , Sakaguchi Ango x Reader

Desc: HCs about Kunikida and Ango with a short/petite s/o! (gender neutral reader)

TW/CW: none!

Kunikida, Doppo

where do i start,, this man is so down bad for u :/

he like. he. he. this wasn't planned in his "ideal woman" but ur. ur so tiny. u. tiny. and his brain short circuits.

he ABSOLUTELY chews out anyone who dares to make fun of you for your height (esp dazai,, he just sees it as another reason to bully discipline him)

like atsushi in my atsu x reader post, instead of making fun of you (side eye.) or getting it for you he instead will find a chair or just lift you up himself if you need to get something!! he wants you to be capable and doesn't want you to feel like he's patronizing you!!

regardless, though, he doesn't let this become a huge thing in your guys' relationship. height wasn't something that he really "required," and he's not one to judge physical appearances esp if you can't control it!! he loves u no matter what <3

one time though u wore his shirt and it was so big on u lmao,, he walked in on you trying it on, freaked out, spewed out 17 sentences in varying languages, and ran out while his face was literally cherry red shjkadbsdasj

he swears up and down it "doesn't affect him" ya... ya we see u.. mhm.. u aint slick :3

Sakaguchi, Ango

Ango!! he honestly doesn't let it become a big thing, tbh

Unlike Kunikida though, if you're struggling w getting something, he'll just stand there :3. figure something out for yourself!! you can do it!!! /j

seriously though, he believes you're independent enough to do it by yourself. he, like the others, wants you to learn how to do it for yourself.

will sometimes just. stare at you. it's odd to you, but he's actually just day dreaming about you hjghskjdhskjdh <3 he doesn't let it show much but he's actually so enamored with how tiny you are!! wittle baby <333

sorry ango's was so short man idk how to write for him and im braindead

#ango x reader #ango sakaguchi #ango bsd #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #kunikida x reader #kunikida doppo

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shankschewtoy · 2 years

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This is my 3rd request so far and my apologies but you're not getting rid of me anytime soon 💀

So can I get some Sabo , Shanks and Kid hcs (ik the Kid requests are getting quite a lot but I'm just another simp 😅😅) finding a drawing of themselves in their artist s/o's room that they have drawn secretly (*¯ ³¯*)♡ also if they would tell their s/o that they found it and make some *stupid* comment abt it

Gosh this turned out longer than I expected, I hope it's not too complicated (*ﾉωﾉ)

Anyways feel free to ignore this if you don't like it, love ya <3

a/n - hi error!! I’m so so sorry this took so long- I feel bad- 😭 omg Sabo with an artist s/o is so perfect 🥺✨ ily too error ty for requesting again- I love seeing your requests!!! 💜💜💜

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully kid so- 💀, g/n reader

Kid

- kid isn’t really- artsy

- He doesn’t understand most of it, but he lets you do your thing, and you let him do his

- He had to grab something from the basement which is where you usually painted, you were gone at this time of day, most likely out and about, exploring around

- He grabbed the metallic object from the floor, lifting it over his shoulder before running into something from behind

- He growled, “The fuck??” He asked, looking at what his ass just ran into

- His eyes widened, it was obviously one of your paintings, but it was the subject of said painting which surprised him

- Was that- him??

- he grinned, laughing silently

- The picture captured quite a good angle of Kid, and he became more proud of it, maybe that should be his new wanted poster photo!

- He started to walk up the stairs, seeing you coming back onto the ship with Killer carrying some ingredients for pasta later

- “I’ll set it down in the kitchen.” Killer mentioned before walking off, leaving Kid and you alone

- Kid smirked, looking straight at you with the biggest shit eating grin

- “…?” -you

- “That painting down there? Good job, made me look good.” He said with a laugh, kissing your cheek before starting to walk back towards what he was working on before

- At first, you were embarrassed- he saw the painting?!

- But then, you looked at an odd splatter of color on Kid’s pants, specifically his ass

- Why was it- stained with the same paint you used as the background of the painting-? (We don’t talk abt how you remember the specific shade of red)

- oh kid you dumbass 💀

- You stifled a laugh, struggling to not burst out laughing

- “K-kid.. Did you run into that painting of you-?” You asked, desperately begging yourself to not start cackling right then and there

- He looked confused, “Yeah? Why-“

- You looked away, but your face said it all, the absolute effort in your facial muscles to try not to laugh

- “Your ass- it’s- oh god-“

- Nope you couldn’t take it, you died on the floor, wheezing, banging the floor like an asthmatic trying to breathe

- Kid looked behind him, trying to look at his ass, but unfortunately, the man wasn’t that flexible

- (his tiddies are too big so they’re in the way 💀)

- “Y/N SHUT UP I’M GOING TO THROW YOU INTO THE OCEAN-“

- “Make sure you- wash those pants-!” You said in between cackles, clutching your chest and wiping the tears from your eyes from how hard you were laughing

- The paint perfectly stained Kid’s pants to look like he shit his pants but in red-

- (wow I’m such a 90s bully. 🗿)

- “FUCKIN-“ Kid yelled angrily, continuously trying to turn around to see what exactly you were laughing at

- It was like a dog chasing it’s tail, and god it was funny to you 💀

- You only felt bad that Killer wasn’t here to witness this masterpiece

Sabo

- unlike kid, this man has the decency and brains to appreciate art!

- He loves seeing the projects your working on, they really bring him joy to see

- Seeing you so focused on making sure each proportion, color, and subject of the painting was just to your liking made him feel oddly happy

- He wanted to ask you something, he was headed towards your studio workplace to ask you if you wanted to go and see the town with him since it was a newer place

- He knocked and opened the door only to find that your studio was lacking the one who made the art

- You were gone?? Maybe with koala…

- He looked around at your paintings with a smile, lifting his hat up to get a better view of them

- He saw the empty cups of water that fueled your endless days of painting- so he decided to try and clean some of it up for you

- Just so you didn’t feel overwhelmed with the clutter of dishes and trash

- He then laid eyes on a painting of him, he’d never seen you paint him before, so this was quite a surprise!

- He looked amazed, it was a very- flattering angle??

- You had painted Sabo during a battle, using his devilfruit, so he was surrounded by beautifully colored flames

- He blushed, was this how you saw him?

- He dropped the dishes in his hand, he was too flattered-

- You walked through the door with a yawn, you had just finished talking with Koala about some future plans

- “Oh hey Sabo- wait wh- WHOA WHOA WHOA NO NO NO THAT’S NOT FOR YOU TO SEE- oh shit.” You sighed, realizing that you had blown your cover

- He snapped out of it, staring at the broken dishes at his feet, he then tripped over the pieces in order to go towards you

- You were so embarrassed- this wasn’t supposed to be for Sabo to see-!

- He looked flustered, “Y/n- do I really look that cool??”

- You looked surprised, but then you laughed, how could Sabo be so cute??

- “Yes Sabo, you’re that cool. And cute.” You said, pinching his cheeks as he grumbled, putting his hands on your cheeks as well

- This man loves you so much, and to see you paint such a fucking awesome looking piece of him made his heart give in even more to you

- “Love you Sabo. But seriously don’t come in here without me saying so- just so- this doesn’t happen again.”

- “Wait you paint more of me?! Can I see?!”

- “NO-“

Shanks

- This red haired drunk isn’t the most artsy person ever, but that doesn’t mean he can’t understand and appreciate it!

- Sometimes, he’ll sit in the room and just watch you paint, it’s really calming for him

- “Shanks- please stop staring at me- it’s been 3 hours..”

- “But baby, you’re just so gorgeous-“

- “Go help Benn with something-!”

- You needed space

- your creative mind can’t work when someone’s literally just staring at you with a gaze like his

- “Noooooo- please-??”

- “…”

- “🥺” -shanks

- “… Fine. Baby.”

- Shanks loves you lmao

- when you were gone for the day, out somewhere with Benn, Shanks was holding a bottle of alcohol as usual as he walked around the ship

- He was looking for the newspaper he was reading before, but he stumbled into your studio instead

- when he found the newspaper, he might’ve “accidentally” found a painting of him

- when I say accidentally, we all know he was looking for it in the first place 🙃

- Shanks stared at the painting of him, you seemed to have drawn him with his crew, standing tall and proud, over looking the ocean full of sea kings before them

- He looked somewhat like- a king!

- shanks grinned, so maybe you did think he wasn’t just a drunk pirate…

- Shanks made it his personal goal to find you and ask you the most embarrassing questions about this

- bec he’s a fucking tease 💀

- You could tell just by the shit eating grin across his face, that he was going to say something that wasn’t going to make you feel happy

- “Hey baby.. So I saw something in your studio when I was looking for something, aaaaand, I found a painting of me. You did that right?”

- You stopped in your tracks, shit, did he see that painting??

- You tried switching the subject, saying you had to go down and do something, but your boyfriend was quick to stop you, setting you down on his lap

- His arm wrapped tightly around your torso, you definitely couldn’t escape from Shanks’ grip now

- He leaned close to your ear, his red locks tickling the side of your face

- “C’mon, tell me about it.” He said with a smirk as you finally gave in

- “Hmmm- so maybe I’m not just a red haired drunk pirate to you?” He asked with a smile, leaving you struggling with the reddest cheeks ever

- “Shanks.. You said you were- ‘looking’ for something right? You knew I was painting it all along huh..?”

- he laughed, “Maybe.”

- “You’re so- Ugh.” You grumbled, crossing your arms as he kissed your cheek repeatedly, trailing his hand up and down your torso

- “Love you too y/n.”

a/n - god this took too long- I’m so sorry error! I hope you like it :)

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #eustass kid #kid x y/n #kid x reader #kid one piece #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks one piece #sabo x y/n #sabo headcanons #sabo x reader #sabo one piece #sabo the revolutionary #red haired shanks

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octo-hyacinth · 2 years

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HYACINTH SORRY THIS IS SO LATE LMAO i was brain dead this whole time-

could i request hcs for pomefiore's (individual) reaction to mc giving them a flower? like they're both just walking along a sidewalk, mc finds a flower, picks it up, and is like "here :>" as they hand it to pomefiore lol i just thought it'd be cute <33

ooh this sounds cute! i’ll do my best <3

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Pomefiore's Reaction to Receiving a Flower

Characters: Epel Felmier, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt Content Warnings: Fluff, Vil is def head over heels for u,possible mischaracterization A/N: I'm barely familiar with any of these guys but I really tried not to mischaracterize... but don't shoot me if I messed em up.

Epel Felmier

You had found a white sweet pea next to the walkway on your way to class, and you decided to gift it to your sweet Epel as soon as you saw him in the halls between classes.

Initially, Epel looked quite puzzled. "This's for me?" You nodded with a wide grin on your face. "Yeah, of course! It made me think of you, and I think you deserve it."

He felt some heat rush to his face, and he took the flower awkwardly, but you could see the appreciation on his face. "Well gosh, um, thank you... I ain't never got a gift like this given to me by someone my own age." Avoiding eye contact, he gently caressed the petals of the flower, wordlessly admiring it.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but the bell rang, reminding all students to go to their next class. "Aw, shoot, well thanks a bunch, I'll see ya later! Maybe I can get something fer you after school!" With a big smile on his face, he waved goodbye as he ran to his next class. He'd be sure to press your flower in a special book he'd been saving for his favorite plants, that way it'd never wilt, and it would stay as beautiful as it was the day you gifted it to him. Now all he wanted to do was find something that showed him how much he appreciated you.

Vil Schoenheit

It was late afternoon, and you were wandering around the prim garden surrounding Pomefiore, and you found a beautiful, vibrant white and purple pansy among them all. It had no blemishes or imperfections among its petals, and it reminded you of Vil. Maybe he would enjoy this, you thought. So you sought him out so you give it to him.

He was alone in his room, responding to his fan's comments on Magicam and grumbling over Neige's posts again, but he set his phone down once you entered.

"Is there something you require help with, Prefect?" He noticed your hands were behind your back, but decided to say nothing of it until you revealed your intentions.

"No, I just wanted to give you something, my dear Vil," you smoothly replied, and revealed the flower from behind your back with a flourish. You carefully watched his expression as he gazed upon the radiant pansy, and it seemed like he was holding back surprise. Out of all the gifts he had received from his many fans, none had felt so... sincere as this. Flowers were ephemeral in their beauty, and somehow that made it matter a little bit more to Vil.

He tried put on his celebrity's smile, the polite, yet impersonal one he used to accept all gifts from his fans, but you could tell this one was more genuine than that, whether he wanted it to be or not. This one was special, one only you could see. "Thank you, Prefect. I shall give this most fair flower a suitable vase."

"Glad you like it so much," you beamed. "Well, I'll leave you to yourself now. Have a good night."

"And goodnight to you, Y/N."

After you closed the door, and he was by himself again, he pressed a gentle kiss to the pansy's petals. How he wished that this flower was you, but it could not hold a candle to the fairest one of all in his eyes.

Rook Hunt

As you were wandering around the campus grounds, you found a yellow hibiscus that was already beautiful and blooming. You carefully plucked it from the ground, and as you stood up to smell it, you were startled by a loud gasp right by your ear. You whirled around, and Rook was standing right behind you, admiring the flower in your hand.

"My, my, Y/N, what a radiant flower you have there! C'est très joli, just like you!"

"Jeez, Rook, I had no idea you were there... but um, thanks?" You sighed, forcing your muscles to relax after he spooked you.

"May I?" he said, gazing up into your eyes before looking back down at the hibiscus, gloved fingers grazing the soft petals.

"Sure," you said, but instead of taking the flower, he gently held your hands in his, and guided them upwards so he could take in the flower's scent.

"Ah, it smells delightful! How lucky you were to find such a specimen." He seemed genuinely delighted with the flower, so on the spot, you had an idea.

"Hold still," you told him, and he complied, as you slipped the flower stem behind his ear. The flower was bright and beautiful against his complexion and uniform, and his hat helped it stay in place. You smiled, crossing your arms and approvingly nodding at your own work.

Rook was stunned into silence for only a brief millisecond before his grin spread even wider across his face. "Merci! Oh, but now we must find you a matching one, mon chéri!" He grabbed your hand, and led you across the fields in frantic search of a flower just as perfect as you.

#twst #twst writing #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #OMG 300 NOTES IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS WHAT THE FUCK #THIS IS WILD #hyacinth writes

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yakuzacanons · 5 months

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Sinner Alert! Hurry! Bring the Holy Water! Hcs for the boys walking in on their s/o *cough* enjoying herself, moaning their names. And maybe vice versa, s/o walks in on them? Thx! 😘

BAHAHAH yess my brain go brrrr anyways NSFW below if ur not 18 I shoo u away with a broom

Kazuma Kiryu

Would just sorta stand there and stare at you, probably saying something like "...what're you doing?" while blushing ever so slightly. If you walked in on him, he'd immediately cover himself while blushing very hard.

Majima Goro

He'd be shocked but in a joking manner. Would say something like "Goodness, whaddya think yer doin'?! Tsk tsk" complete with a dramatically comical gasp. He would then follow it up by trying to get frisky with you. He wouldn't care if you walked in on him, he'd just be like "Ya gonna join me or what?"

Saejima Taiga

He'd get embarrassed and be like "Oh, excuse me" and close the door. He'd then immediately wonder why the hell he closed the door since you two are literally together. If you walked in on him, he'd have the same reaction and cover himself up in embarrassment, only to realize you two are literally together and he doesn't have to do that.

Akiyama Shun

Would just kind of watch in admiration and awe, mouth open and eyes wide. He would then try to join you. If you walked in on him, he'd jokingly like "Ah, well, you caught me"

Tanimura Masayoshi

He'd cover his eyes at first and be like "Ah sorry, my bad" but secretly he totally wants to look. Tanimura is just a little too much of a sweetie to immediately put that upfront. If you walked in on him, he'd kind of look away and be like "... you can come help me, if you want..."

Ryuji Goda

Ryuji does not simply walk in on you. Ryuji is in fact already joining you by the time you realize he has walked in. This is a two person effort now. If you walked in on him, he'd want you to do the same to be honest.

Nishikiyama Akira

He'd be a little bit of a tease about it, saying something like "Well, what do we have here?". One of the few of the boys who would actually just be fine watching you finish yourself off. If you walked in on him, he'd find it kind of hot if you teased him a little too.

Daigo Dojima

Our boy Daigo is so darn quiet that you probably wouldn't notice he had walked in until he said something or was right next to you. He kind of likes it that way. It lets him take a good look at you. If you walked in on him, he'd look at you in hardened silence before saying "What're you doing? Get over here."

Mine Yoshitaka

Finds it just as sexy to walk in on you as the act of physically having sex with you. Would totally tease you by purposely not touching you, saying how much he wants to see how much you want it before he lets you have it. Good luck actually walking in on him, he's pretty damn stealthy.

Tatsuo Shinada

Would cover his eyes and not look unless you told him to. Despite his job as a writer regularly involving him with various parts of the nightlife scene, he's pretty respectful of boundaries and wouldn't just watch or join you without you directly saying you're ok with it. If you walked in on him, he'd likely just stop. He's not really into you just watching him or him just watching you. It's either you both participate or he does it all himself.

Ichiban Kasuga

Idiot head would actually do what Saejima does and actually stay outside in the hallway, even if you two are in a long term relationship. He'd be thinking "It's valid if they want to do that by themselves from time to time, I get it". Bless his big dumb giant hair head. He doesn't really jerk off much as he doesn't have a super big sexual drive so the chances of you walking in on him are super low. He'd cover himself up though pretty fast if you did and might even pretend he was doing something else.

Tianyou Zhao

Always upfront and blunt to a fault, Zhao would straight up be like "What's going on?" or "What's up?". The dude might even walk in to like drop off groceries or because he forgot his wallet and THEN he'll notice what you're doing. He's the defition of "I walked in on accident". Like that's just actually true for him. He doesn't jerk off like at all but that's just because he likes to save it up for when he gets to see you. He's funny like that.

Joon-Gi Han

Also one of the few boys who'd be perfectly happy just watching you satisfy yourself to completion. Similar to Daigo in that he's pretty stealthy and quiet. His sex drive is pretty average so he might eventually join you or he might just silently let you enjoy your alone time. Kind of likes the idea of you watching him pleasure himself without revealing that you're there, but he wouldn't dare tell you that.

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xxmaddyxx · 2 years

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Haikyuu Boys Reacting to Y/N Calling them "bro"

contents: lil bit of crack, fluff, swearing short n sweet includes: Akaashi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Suna

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Akaashi

"Y/n," he said in a monotone way

the two of you were cuddling on your bed before his practice

"hmmm." you hummed into his chest

"I gotta go to practice" he patted your back kinda telling you to get up

"You're not leaving me, bro."

"Yes I-" he paused

"What'd you call me?"

"Bro, you're not leaving me here by myself."

"Um, I'm sorry, I have to."

"No, bro." you kept egging it on, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Okay, wait a minute. What happened to 'baby' or 'Keiji', hm?" You sat up next to him and he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and his arms crossed.

"I dunno, do you not like my new name for you, bro?"

"Okay, stop."

"Why bro?" you bit back laughter at his obvious aggravation

"STAHP." he tackled you and startled tickling you

"QUIT BRO!! HAHAHA." You cackled.

"No, not until you call me by my proper name."

"I thought HAHA you had to HA go to practice!"

"I'll wait."

"BABE stop I'm dying!" he stopped tickling you

"Thank you, now I gotta go, love you." he kissed your nose

"Love you too..." he left your room "bro."

"Y/N!!"

Oikawa

he just finished a practice game and you asked him to take you to McDonalds

after ordering, the line was taking mf forever

so you decided to do a lil smth

"Bro, I'm so hungryy!"

at first, he just thought you were thinking out loud so he just nodded in agreement

"Oh, by the way, you did great today, bro." You looked at him and smiled big

"Aw, than- wait huh?"

his brain rlly said wait a damn minute

"I said good game, bro."

"I- y/nnn." he whined

"What is it, man?"

"STOOPP." he dramaticaly threw his head back against his carseat

"What brooo." you mimicked him and threw your head back

"THAT! You should know by now that I am to be referred to as 'baby' 'honey' 'babe' or the occasional 'Tooru'."

"I just thought I would switch it up bro, do you not like it?"

"No!" he crossed his arms.

"Okaayy, I'm sorry baby." You kissed his cheek and he smiled cheekily

"I win again." He pulled up a bit and recieved the food.

He pulled off and looked at you stuffing your face (im sorry im rlly hungry rn)

"What?" you asked in between bites

"You just look cute, bro." He smiled as he stole a fry

"Hey! First off, you got your own fries, and if I can't call you bro, you can't call me it either."

"Okie dokie." He kissed your hand and the two of you drove home

Iwaizumi (we need low quality pics of him -_-)

he came back from one of his workouts and invited you over

and of course you said yes

he called you while you were otw and asked if you wanted smth prepared like food or drink

"Nah, bro I'm good for now but if you make smth for yourself I'll have some."

"Oh, ok."

"How was the workout man?"

"Uh, good?"

"I hear ya- AH SHIT."

"What, what? Are you ok babe?"

"Yeah, bro. Some dipshit just ran the red light in front of me and almost hit someone. I'll see you soon, dude."

"Ok, love you, be safe please."

"I will, love you too man." he hung up and you paused

"Crap, that sounded too friendly, now I feel bad."

when you got there, Iwa was sitting on his bed eating some chips and scrolling on his phone (showered ofc)

you sat next to him and kissed his forehead

"Hi, Iwa."

"Hey, bro." he didn't look up from his phone

"Ugh, I'm sorry, baby. It was a joke but it sounded rlly casual, I'm sorry." you peppered his face in kisses finishing with a kiss on the lips, which he returned

"It's okay, just watch yourself next time."

"Alrighty." you kissed his cheek and the two of you hung out for the rest of the afternoon

Suna

he decided to let you try your eyeliner skills on him

(im a sucker for eyeliner hcs with him)

so, you were sitting on his lap, one hand on his face the other carefully drawing a wing

he began to have one of those random ass coughing attacks

you pulled the eyeliner pen away from his face as he continued to die from coughing

"You good, bro?"

immediately stops coughing

he looked up at you

"Excuse me?"

you tried so fucking hard not to laugh at his serious expression

"I said, are you okay bro?"

"Bro? Are you friendzoning me rn?"

"No-"

"Here I am, letting you draw God knows what on my face and you call me BrO aRe YoU gOoD?" you could tell he was playfully being dramatic now

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." you said in between giggles

"Now, what's my name?"

"I'm sorry schnookums."

"The fuck is a schnookums?"

"I'm sorry, babe." you rolled you eyes and smiled as he hugged your waist and leaned his head against you

You sighed, "Rin, I can't do your eyeliner with your head in my chest."

he kissed your collarbone. "Eh, you looked like you needed a break."

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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🍒 Cherry Pie Oneshot🍒

Server!FemReader x Dbf!Frank castle

AN: Okay you guys, it’s the real thing. So i know Frank doesn't have a southern accent, but i HC that Sam does. But Sam, I don't think, is as assertive as Frank. AND they are the same actor. So, in my brain, i think he's got a little southern in him. Also, yes yes. I know I suck at transitions. And I didn’t know how to end bc it. It’s only been proofread by me and corrected by me, but if there’s anything else, please tell me. So here ya gooooooo

Warning: Smoking, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), degrading, breeding kink, blasphemy (kinda?), fluff at the end (lowkey)

Minors DNI

Summary: You're having a bad day at work and Frank stops by on your break.

You were tired. Tired of the constant ridiculing. Tired of needing to put up with rude people. Tired of getting treated like a nobody. Sure, the customers that came through had nothing by good things to say about you. Always singing your praises. But no matter if it’s 6 praises, that 1 rude customer will always overshadow the good ones. You were right at your wits end when your manager said to just go on a break. It seemed like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you clocked out.

As you were leaving, you eyed the irate customer. They were smiling and giggling with your manager like they really hadn’t just berated you not only 5 minutes ago.

“Bullshit,” you mutter under your breath as you push open the double doors. Hoping to get a breath of fresh air, you are instead greeted with a chest like a solid wall.

“Heeey sorry princess. Didn’t mean to run into ya,” Frank flashes a sweet smile through his full beard. “Oh, it’s fine, Frankie. I was just leaving,” you couldn’t hide the tears that began to well up in the corners of your eyes. You brush past him in a swift blur. Trying to avoid any and all confrontation. Frank isn’t gonna give up that easily. “Woah woah woah. Slow ya roll, kid,” he follows not too far behind into the parking lot. “Just leave me alone Frank. I wanna leave,”

“We’ll where ya gonna go? You gonna walk back to your house?” You look past his shoulder, into the hustle and bustle of busy traffic. Sighing in defeat, you make a beeline to his pickup truck, “that’s right. Now maybe you can open your mouth and talk to me.”

You slam the car door behind you in frustration. Frank, closes door soon after. Furrowing his brows, he looks you up and down. “Look at me.” You kept your arms crossed against your chest. Not faltering a bit. His voice became louder with authority, “I said-“ he grabs both of your cheeks in his large paw-like hand and commands your attention, “LOOK. AT. ME.” You obey him, though forced. “Now don’t you go slamming my door like it’s a box Chevy,” his country sayings always did amuse you. But not right now. You looked at him, once again, in defeat. Completely unaware of your own tears that had begun to fall on your way there. Your eyes look tired. Almost as if one more inconvenience could make you break. When you speak, he has to bend a bit to listen to you, “sorry, Frankie.” Such a meek and soft voice. “Hey doll face, come here. I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

You spent the rest of your break telling Frank about the rude guests that you encounter. “Why don’t you just quit, baby? You don’s deserve to get treated like that.” You look down at your crumb and milkshake covered shirt that you were fidgeting with, “I’ve just gotten used to it, I guess.” Frank pulls you into a firm, but warm hug. The low rumbles of his laughing brought a small smile to your face. A little ray of sunshine in a cloudy day. “That’s not a good thing that you’re used to it, baby. But I know you’re resilient.”

This was nice. You stayed there for a few moments longer. Lingering in Frank's warmth. By the time you both had broken the hug, it was time for you to go back into work.

The rest of your shift had gone a lot smoother once frank sat in your section. He threw daggers at the aformentioned rude customer every chance he got. Only breaking eye contact when you come back to him with the cherry pie he was supposed to pick up for your dad; sitting down an extra slice of pie with it. Frank was an easy man. Just feed him and he is putty in your hands. He couldnt help but enjoy watching you work. You were the sweetest thing known to man. You were buzzing about in the cutest way. Asking everyone if they needed anything, whether they needed refills, taking orders, etc. When it came to boys your age, it was borderline flirting. Your voice carried through the diner as you giggleed at their stupid jokes and advances. Franks knows that its just an act. You just want your money. But that doesnt make him any less jealous.

You were fluttering here and there. Never staying in one spot for too long. Until it got to his table. You just so happen to always need to bend over to wipe a table. Giving him a teasing look up your skirt. He wanted to see more, but tilting his head would be a little too obvious. He just decidded to be grumpy and eat his pie. He was a messy eater. The cherry filling was covering his fingers in a sickly sweet coating. He smirks to himself, thinking of a way to get back at you twice as hard, but with only one motion. Once you make eye contact, he places his thumb into his mouth. Sucking on the filling as he maintained his hungry stare. You could feel the heat pool into your lower stomach. The arousal setting in with just one motion. It didnt take long for you to close up the store and head out with him.

You were starting up a wildfire behind his half-lidded eyes. You were panting and whimpering at the friction his sweatpants were causing on your swollen and aching clit. He pulls a hit from his joint and blows the warm air into your parted mouth, to which you accepted lovingly. A very obvious wet spot was pooling under you at your desperate attempt to chase an orgasm. It was so close, but so far. The rhythm your hips we’re going at was starting to slow down. “Mmm did I say you could stop, you can do better than that, doll face.” He bounces his knee, his strong thighs now aiding in your efforts to cum. He smiles up at you, your bouncing now reminiscent of you riding a horse, “Almost there, show pony.” He hands you the blunt for you to hit as well. Your brain was already becoming fussy and warm. “Ha ha very funny,” you are taken by surprise when Frank takes the joint away and places the pad of his large thumb against your clit. Making you throw your arms around his neck and breathlessly moan. “Fucking slut. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat,” He touches his forehead to yours as you reach your first orgasm. Wave after wave crashing into you. Frank’s thumb doesn’t stop rubbing in circles until you’re begging him to stop. You are grateful as he gives you time to you ride out your orgasm.

You place open-mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulders. Your gentle and dainty fingers slipping into the waistband of his sweats. “No underwear?” You cock an eyebrow at him, a grin plastered onto your lips. He moans as you take his pulsating cock into your hand, “easy access.” He gives a low groan as you give his cock a light squeeze, “Who’s the slut now?” He hisses in pleasure as your thumb collects the precum, smearing it into the tip of his cock. "On your knees. Right now."

It was like looking into a wet dream. He had whatever divine to thank for giving him such a beautiful woman. “Look at you, taking my dick in your mouth like that. Nasty fucking girl.” Your glossy lips were smeared with his precum. Your red lipstick leaving blotches all over his throbbing cock. The hardwood floors beneath you were biting into your knees, but that wasn’t enough to stop. No, not for Frank. He wanted a proper apology. And that meant giving your all to him without complaints. After all, you’re the one who gave him an attitude. You’re the one who decided to tease him. So now you have to make up for it. Your fingers twitch against your thighs. You were aching to touch him. To feel his warm skin on yours. But you were a good, compliant girl. So malleable for him to shape into his perfect girl. The praises that fell from his lips only spurred your movements more. Taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, you hollow your cheeks. Your large eyes looking up at him. Smeared lipstick and running mascara and all.

“Fuck, Angel. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. But I’d prefer to do that inside you.”

He smirks down at your widened eyes. “I know that he never mentioned anything like that before, but I think it would be very-,” he cups your cheek, running his thumb across your lips to open your mouth, “-interesting.”

You lead him to his bedroom. A trail you know all too well. He didn't even give you time to get comfortable before he's leaving kisses along your neck. Stopping here and there to leave a small bite, "Don't worry. I wont leave any marks." Though it was a conversation you both had before, a part of you wishes he could. Wishes it were more than just fleeting glances and quick kisses in between barbecues and movie nights. Although it may take him a while to admit it, him staying to comfort you at work showed that he wanted more as well.

His beard tickles your neck as he peppers kisses down your chest; bringing you out of your trance. He made time to discard his own clothing while you were in your thoughts, "Youre dazing off. Something wrong?" He hesitates to sit back down onto the bed. "No! No! Just thinking," you outstretch your arms at the man with the same loving smile that he has wanted to see all day. He settles back onto the bed and into your welcoming arms, "doesnt mean youre off the hook, missy."

You shrug your shoulders at him as you pull him with you to lie down. The pillow is nice and plush as your head hits it. It smelled of his body wash and cologne. Like whiskey and oak. You cup his exposed peck in your hand and smile mischievously. "Gonna make me do things I shouldn’t even be thinking of," his voice was low and husky as you bite into the tender flesh. He groans at the pain. Making his cock twitch and throb in excitement. You stare happily at the love bite you left, right above his heart. "All mine, Frankie?" "All yours, darlin." You force down the urge to call him a liar. He sits up on his knees. You begin to stammer and fumble your words as you see his cock. It wasn’t like you’ve never seen it before, it just always looked so intimidating. He lines his cock up on your belly. Showing you both how deep he’s going to be. As he lifts it off of you, a sticky string of precum stretches between the two of you. The scene being almost too much for him, Frank lines his cock up at your entrance. The tip of his cock almost fighting through the first ring of your tight count.

“Too big for ya, darlin’? Ain’t that a shame,” Frank taunts at you. Knowing well enough that you weren’t one to give up easily. His hand meets your hip without hesitation. His grips the headboard over you. You aren’t at all prepared for the first thrust that he dishes out. It knocks all of the wind out of your body in the best way possible. “Yeah? you like that huh? Those pretty boys at your job make your pussy wet like this?”

“N-no.”

“No, what?”

“Oh god! No, sir!”

“God can’t save you tonight, baby. Should’ve thought about that when you were teasing me earlier.”

You bite into his shoulder. Fighting back the moan that was clawing and scratching to rip through you. “Scream for me. Scream like the depraved little thing you are," Frank sits up slightly. Hiking one of his legs up to stand on the foot. The position forcing you to take everything he gives you. Your scream is heard throughout the house. You see white lightning behind your eyes. Your orgasm caught you by surprise as it was ripped out of you by Frank. A devilish grin is played on his lips, his thrusts becoming more irratic. You move your hip sin tandem with his thrusts. Riding out your orgasm as you rub your clit against his pelvis. "Atta girl. Let daddy use you to cum. I'm almost there." He looks so surreal with his sweat dripping down his face and chest. "Shit, gonna stuff you full," he places his calloused hand on your soft lower belly. His hips now stuttering as he cums. He pushes his cock in as deep as he can into you. Filling you to the brim with his hot seed. He places a kiss on your forehead as he rolls off of you. Leaving only for a moment to get a towel to clean you both up.

You heaved a deep breath as you laid back down, now on his chest. You break your comfortable silence with a realization, "we are so fucked." Frank opens his eyes and quirks his eyebrow, not sure what you are getting at. Then it hit him, "ah, I can get you a plan B if you want." His answer made you shoot up from the position. “If I want?” He shrugs his shoulders and places one of his arms behind his head, “yeah.”

"What does that mean?"

"That i can get you a plan b."

"No no no. you said 'if you want.' meaning you may not want me to take one"

He smiles over at you and rolls his eyes, "i never said that." You we’re finally catching on to him. You put your finger up in an ‘aha’ moment, “but you implied it"

"okay okay maybe. But its totally up to you"

You cross your arms and pout at him,"Frank, you can't even tell my dad youre seeing me”

"I'll go tell him right now"

"bullshit!"

"Okay, maybe not now. Maybe tomorrow. When we both look decent."

"promise?"

"pinky promise,” he outstretched his pinky to you and you take it. Meaning he can never go back on this promise. And he’s sure he doesn’t wanna break the promise.

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