#boy why you lookin' so sly

[br4tphobia]

# — 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 !

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! : 1.6k wordzz, connie x black fem ! reader, shorttt, proof read? nah. reader is wearing a sundress obvi, petnames (princess, ma/mama, baby ) you/your pronouns useddd 𝐍𝐒𝟒𝐖 + unprotected sex (condoms yall condoms!!), con talks you through yo orgassmmm, smut with not much plot obvi, fingering (f received) boob suckinn, choking, cowgirl, tummy bulgeeee, car sex, missionary, and dirty talk as always!!

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! : oh did i tell yall this from experience? yhh 🥴 (NO THAT NIGGA DID NOT NUT IN ME.) @digitalreblogs here bby!!

a sigh fell from your lips, you miss him already and its only been an hour. you cant be this hooked onto this boy! right now, youre on the phone with your friend, liv. telling her everything that happened last night when he came over. until you get another notification from him, immediately making you smile.

“girl why is he tellin me to get readyyy!” you laughed at reading out the message connie sent you to liv. “girll get ready right neow!!”

“i sho am, hello??” you prop up your phone as liv watches your scavenge through your drawers and closet, you was becoming upset about having nothing to wear until you found this sundress, it was simple and cute, you could style it with anything. but you only threw a simple jean jacket ontop with your favorite fair of fuzzy slippers.

“oo shit girl you look cutee!”

“furreal? bc if im lookin bummy and you let me leave like this imma beat yo ass.” you’d pout, liv laughed. “puhleasee girl y’know i would nevaa”

“yeayeaaa..”

you stared at him coming closer on maps, which made your stomach sink deeper. “boo im kinda scared” — “why?? all that nasty shit yall did last night, you wasnt scared then?”

“girl. thats the point!” hearing another laugh from liv, “im sure youll be fineee.” — “girl i hop—“ the sound of your doorbell rung throughout the house, you swear your heart dropped to your ass. “what happened???” her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “hes here girl.. ill call you back!” — “oh! ok have funnnn”

you both shared your goodbyes as you rush to the door, not hesitating to open it. “hey princess” a small smile was on his face, “hi con” he went in for a hug, your gladly took that offer, his cologne clouding your nostrils. he smelt good (like always.)

connie led you to his car, opening the door for you.

once he got in his eyes are immediately on you. the way the dress hugged your body perfectly, displaying every curve and dip. it wasnt long before he pulled over by a curbside.

you notice connie eyeing your beautiful physique again before unbuttoning his pants. “c’mere.” his voice was deep, seeing his semi-hard sitting in his boxers, which made you not hesitate to climb onto his lap, immediately having his lips touch yours. your tongue running over his as you both roam your hands on eachother. you feel his hands pull your dress up to your waist as he started playing with your clothed clit. humming out in pleasure. trailing down your neck with kisses, all you could do is grind on his lap waiting for the main thing you wanted. he knew it too although he wanted to make you wait.

“c-con..” his fingers playing through your folds making you choke on your words. “you can wait.” inserting his middle and ring into your slicked sex, earning a moan out of you. already going to work inside your walls, with his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. you reach your hand down to his now-hard dick, stroking him a few times, hearing connie let out a groan. his fingers still pumping and scissoring inside of you so good youre damn near riding his hand. letting out honey sweet moans in his ear, muffling them in the crook of his neck. you curse at his sly fingers bringing you closer to the edge with every flick of his wrists. “g’na cum already? youre getting wetter princess..” you felt embarrassed, how he could turn you into

“y—yes oh my god..” bucking your hips against his fingers eagerly for your orgasm inching closer to you, “cmon..give it to me, pretty.” his voice caressing your ears, hearing his cute sounds as you jerk him off slowly. “like that! shitt” your head flew back with a string a moans from your throat.

“a little more..fuckk” youre pulsing on his fingers, feeling your release coming. “make a mess, mama.” connies voice triggering your orgasm, gripping on his shoulders as he talks you through it. whispering sweet nothings in your ear while kissing on your neck. “fuck..con..” broken whines passing your lips, coming down from your high. “there you go..” his thumb still rubbing your pretty pearl, your cum stained thighs shaking from overstimulation.

“ready mama?” you didnt know what he was talking about until your felt his tip slide through your wet folds. a small gasp left your lips as you immediately hum a response. “words, princess.” — “mm…yes” you can feel him smile against your neck as he inserts his tip, holding a grip on your hips to help you sink down on his 7 inches, you both sharing a moan.

sitting there for a while to adjust to his size, his hands slid to your ass guiding you. “ouu shit..” your back arched, your breasts so close to his face. he just cant help but tug the upper part of your dress down and take a nipple in his mouth, suckling on it like there was no tomorrow. adding more sensations throughout your body, bouncing on his dick with his hand slapping your ass — he wishes he could see the ripples display like water waving.

“fuck...” your arms sat around his neck, head lowered right by his ear so he could hear all your sweet sounds he loves oh so much. the way your tongue carries the vowels of his name will never be attractive to him.

he started to thrust up into you a bit, his tip kissing your cervix sweetly as you already feel your second orgasm approaching. “shit g’na cum again ..” another pornographic sound leaving your mouth, along with your nipple leaving his.

“my godd..” you slow down, basically grinding on him to ride out your second high. “shit.. mama.” he’d groan with his head burried in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath fanning. he pulled away and pecked your lips before you started riding again, overstimulation clouding your mind, but it feels so good you cant stop.

“yo shit so creamy ma.. fuckk” groanin back into your neck as you continue your pleasing motions. you know hes about to cum by the way hes panting and getting louder. “cmon make cum princess..y’know how to fuck me..” moans and groans are sharing together throughout the car.

it wasnt long until you felt his cut spurting inside your walls drawn out with a groan. humming at the soothing feeling, cock warming him for a while before he slapped your ass. “get in the back.” a smile crept on your face as you pulled his dick out of you, seeing a thick ring around his shaft. a few droplets of his seed dripping onto the arm rest while climbing into the back seat before laying down. connie, who is trailing behind you.

“whatchu smilin fo’?” — “oh n—nothing..” he slid his tip inside you, causing you to choke on your words once again. a small laugh erupting from his chest.

his hips met the back of your thighs with your legs on his shoulders, “ouu shit..” gripping on his bicep with his strokes deep and slow, already hitting your g-spot deliciously. “you like that? when i fuck you deep like this?” your eyes rolling at his voice, “yes! yess fuck..” he leans down and touches his lips with yours, immediately swirling tongues around eachother, moaning in his mouth as you feel his thumb on your clit.

“oh shittt” muffled into his mouth, he pulled away and started speeding up his thrusting. aiming for the roof of your pussy, seeing a tummy bulge appear. your moans turning into a silent scream as you grip on anything in reach. connie only watches in awe on how he could please you so good.

only thing heard is the squelching of your pussy, along with small gasps and moans. he knew he was fucking you good and loved it, seeing every facial expression on your face. your brain feels like mush, your mind only on him and his dick. “mmm dont stop..! cumming again!” that signaled him to go deeper, with his hand slithering around your throat, holding a small grip.

“baby..baby! ohh my goddd.” — “i know, i know.” slowing down his thrusts, rolling his hips into yours with passion. “y’so wet mama..” followed with a small moan from him. you swear youre seeing stars, slurirng your inaudible words. “wanna gimmie one more? i know you can princess.” you hum out another response just you have your face grabbed, “words” — “y—yes.. i can.” your voice cracking as you focus on your pleasure. sticky lips parting to let out the sweetest sounds hes thriving on. running your hands over his skin layered with thin sweat ontop.

“fuckfuckfuck..” cursing at the rhythm of his pace, you can feel it near, its so far yet so close. “dont stop dont stop dont fuckin’ stop..” you both maintain eye contact, his are low — heart eyes would appear if they could. “you so pretty ma..” a another smile, showing off your pretty whites with your mouth forming into an ‘O’ soon from the spots hes hitting. “mmmfuhhck!” your wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his pretty hazel eyes.

“m’close baby..” — “yea? cmon princess, im there with you.” he switches both of your legs on his right shoulder, hitting the perfect spot you never knew existed. the wet sounds of your pussy growing louder by the second along with your whines. “hold out f’me.” — “i gotchu, mama.” cursing under his breath as he removes your arms and holds your hands. “a little more m’soso close..” your whole body feels like jelly, every stroke is like small sparks of electricity that pushes a moan out of you every time.

“shitshitshitt m’cumming..cum wimmie please..” pulsing around his dick, with the ring around his shaft thicker. he gave you a few more thrusts before sinking into you, you knew he was cumming the way you both shared moans together.

he kissed you, before he pulled out. “sorry. you look good s’all.” panting as you look at him with disbelief, only to see a goofy ass smile on his face.

[errihaienx]

part two !

Rintarō Suna reminded himself that he needed to be more patient with the miyas because you'd been so very close to them. He's been keeping his biggest crush on you hidden for years, and he's not going to tell either of the twins about it.

you initially met and became friends with osamu, but his twin, atsumu, was a bit closer to you now because of his more cheery nature. suna was aware of this, which is why he continues to keep up with 'atsumus shits'.

like now, atsumu's been whining for ten minutes now and it seemed like it won't end anytime soon. suna glanced at you, your bright smile made his heart thump. he's well damned annoyed to atsumu's nonstop talks but seeing you laugh and make fun of the blond guy erased his inward curses towards the older twin.

"been tryna get her digits but she friggin' ignored me?!?" atsumu whined.

"hey don't be too upset 'tsumu, maybe you're not her type? we girls have types, you know.. "

suna listened intently to everything you said; he's interested, so very curious. he looked at you again, and this time you caught his gaze.

damn she's lookin' at me, can we just kiss already? were his first thoughts. still staring at each other, he slowly gave you a nod, and you smiled in return. he planned on making the eye contact last longer but atsumu-the-forever-interfering-bastard got in his way, he snatched your attention, well he better say something interesting!

"oh what's yer type then?" atsumu curiously asked, and suna can't believe it but he's actually praising atsumu for asking that. his intervening was a bit helpful after all.

although he's eager to know your 'type' he's nervous as hell, many variables have been crossing his mind. what if you're too specific on your type and it seems like you were describing someone? how could he handle that? or what if he's literally to far from your standards?

"uhm.." you sucked in a breath before your gaze went to suna, he was staring back so you looked away.

"you're literally the opposite of my type 'tsumu," you responded, stealing some glances to the fox-eyed boy.

"like suna?" osamu interrupted.

atsumu gasped, your eyes widened, suna coughed, and osamu deadpanned.

"what?" osamu added, his brow shot up.

no one dared to talk so atsumu laughed, "'samu yer such a mood killer" which made the younger twin show up a middle finger.

suna couldn't look at you and so are you, the twins are really troublesome. suna's thoughts were bombarded with many questions and what ifs.

after a little while had passed and you had decided to walk a different route from the other three, you waved and bid them farewell. suna's eyes were fixed to the ground, refusing to look at you as atsumu hugged you. osamu waved in response.

atsumu smirked and whispered, "hey yer such a sly fox, ya been crushin' on her don't ya?"

"shut up douchebag" = yeah bastard, it's been fuckin' years

"how can ya be noisy 'n nosy at the same time?"

"fuck off 'samu! ya know damn well that i'm ^@#^@#^@#&^#^&#@"

suna disregarded atsumu's following litanies because he was preoccupied with you—with your soothing voice, your beautiful face, and the sparkling eyes he was able to capture looking back at him.

to get closer to you, he'll have to increase his patience with the twins from now on.

this was just another random thought since I'm inlove with Sunrin lol. Anyway, I'll be reaching 100 followers very soon and I can't wait to share the content I've been working on for this milestone! Thank you very much. Always be careful, my loves!

[avatar-anna]

You Make Me Feel

you don't necessarily have to picture it this way, but for me this is a 1970s au!

"Lookin' out on the pourin' rain, I used to feel so uninspired..."

You hummed the words as you folded laundry on your bed, the words coming to you as easily as breath did. They carried you through sorting your delicates and clothes that needed to be hung up, from the clothes that you needed to give back to your boyfriend and the select few you would keep until he asked about it. You hummed as you stood up from your bed, repeating the chorus over and over and circling back to different verses out of order, not a care in the world except for the paired socks you put away and the shirt that still had a pesky stain in it.

"You make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like a natural woman..."

So caught up in the little world you'd created while finishing up your chores, you didn't even notice Harry leaning against the door to your room behind you. He'd come up around the second chorus, and even though the floor creaked with his steps, you hadn't so much as looked up or away from your closet.

Harry was half amused, half trying to figure out how to make his presence known without startling you. He'd always found it so cute how you got so invested in such menial tasks—folding laundry, doing the dishes, washing your face, making food. It was like you could never do a single thing without giving it your full attention. The humming didn't always coincide with your laser focus, but it occurred often enough that Harry wasn't phased by it.

Deciding that there wasn't a foolproof plan to keep you from jumping out of your skin, he knocked on the door, trying to hide his laugh behind his hand when you did just that.

The humming and half-singing stopped immediately as you turned around, eyes wide as you took Harry in by the door.

"Jesus, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry, sunshine, I didn't mean to," Harry said, the fact that they had similar conversations regularly. "You knew I was coming over, didn't you?"

"Did I?" You looked at him with furrowed brows. "Oh, did you call? I must've missed it. I'm sorry, peach."

"No sweat," Harry said. "I got a little performance out of it, so we're square."

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, who was no longer trying to hide his grin. He knew you couldn't stay mad at him for long when he gave you his best smile. It was like he had some sort of superpower. You saw his pearly white teeth and dimples and squinty green eyes and you were completely smitten all over again. You felt that smile down to your toes sometimes.

You gave up after a few more seconds, trying to pretend that you were still cross. But when you gave up, you went over to him and pulled him close by the loops of his jeans. "Well, you're here now, might as well help me finish putting all this away."

"Laundry day?"

"Laundry day," you confirmed. Your apartment complex didn't have a washing machine, which meant you had to take your clothes to the nearest laundromat, which also meant you waited until your pile of laundry was a small mountain before lugging it and a bag of quarters down the street.

Harry didn't bat an eye and jumped right in to help, though perhaps you should've known why when he zeroed in on a specific pile.

"You gonna wear this on our next date?" he asked, holding up a bra made of delicate lace, one of the only fancy items in that pile.

Your grin was sly as you continued hanging up clothes in your closet. "Doesn't go with my crochet top."

"Oh? And what does, pray tell."

"Nothing. I usually don't wear anything under my crochet top," you said.

Harry's gulp was audible, as was the soft thud of your bra on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Your grin widened even further, a blush creeping up your cheeks as well. Harry was a known flirt, but whenever you gave it back to him, he clammed up like a local church boy.

A real stud, your boyfriend was.

"You—You don't?" he said, voice less confident than it had been before.

Turning back around, you went over to him again. "Of course not, you'd be able to see it."

You watched with mild amusement as your boyfriend short-circuited like a faulty computer, his eyes dipping between your face and chest. From anyone else, you would've been pissed, but Harry was harmless, and he admired much more than just your body. Plus, you liked to give him a good once-over too.

"What—What, um, what song was that? The one you were singing?" he finally asked.

You snatched the bra off the floor, along with the rest of your intimate items. "Aretha Franklin. I bought her record the other day and I can't stop listening to it."

"Haven't heard it," he said, but you weren't surprised by that. Harry's tastes laid with the Stones and The Who and the Ramones, and Fleetwood Mac once you knocked some sense into him. But you loved any music that made you feel something. And whatever was cheapest at the record store.

"I'll play it for you," you said.

You finished up putting your clothes away with a little help from Harry, though he really only made comments about the sheer amount of clothes you seemed to have. Perhaps it was excessive, but fashion seemed to always be changing, and you liked to have everything from the latest trends to pieces you knew would be timeless.

When you were done, you joined Harry on your bed, perching yourself on his lap and winding your arms around his neck. You found the soft curls at the nape of his neck and began twirling them around your fingers.

"We goin' out tonight, peach?" you asked him, voice soft.

Harry kissed the top of your cheekbone, mumbling his answer into your skin. "I don't know. Are you gonna wear that shirt with no bra?"

"I might," you said, your grin spreading as he continued to kiss your cheek and jaw.

"We can. There's a show at the Whiskey tonight, but," he paused, pulling back just slightly to look you in the eye. "I think I might just want to stay in and listen to music with you. But I'm cool with whatever you want. Just as long as I get to spend time with you."

Your heart thundered in your chest, but you tried to keep a collected appearance. "You want to spend your time with just little old me?" you asked. "What happened to the guy who chased after beach bunnies?"

Harry had been such a flirt when you first met. So forward and confident. You didn't give him the time of day until he ditched the bravado and told you how he really felt about you earnestly, and now that you were together, he was nothing but a sap.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, playful pout gracing his lips. It made you want to kiss it away. "I've only ever had eyes for you...Now."

Both of you laughed, unable to keep up this little charade of yours. You both knew Harry had...subscribed to what the hippies called "free love," having never been the type to believe in settling down or tying himself to one person for the rest of his life. But that all changed when he met you, and once he realized you weren't all that impressed with his swaggering, he opened up and showed you a more vulnerable side he'd never shared with anyone.

He was still a flirt and indulged in the occasional innuendo when the time called for it, but it was rounded out by nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck or tucking his hand in your back pocket when you walked somewhere, or leaned you up against your front door before he kissed you goodnight. Harry was right, he only had eyes for you now, and there was no doubt in your mind that that would never change. He made you feel like no one else ever had, and you wanted to hold that feeling in your heart until you were both old and wrinkly.

You kissed him on the lips, pulling away faster than Harry would've liked. But you held his chin between your fingers and said, "I would love to have a night in with you, peach."

That grin was back, with a starry gaze to match. "Just you and me then, sunshine."

What else could you possibly need?

[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°6

decided to switch up the perspective, cuz I feel more comfy with this one :)

Tags: !NSFW CONTENT MDNI! grinding. Oral(fem recieving).

also not proofread

"YOU LOOK GOOD. REALLY GOOD."





Sae was quick to comment on your appearance, dressed in the sexiest dress he'd ever seen a woman wear, unable to stop his eyes from wandering all over your body, longing to take you in the back of his car again.

But he contained himself to do so.

"Well, thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.", you told the young man, earning a sly smirk from him in return.

His phone rang, causing him to curse under his breath at the sight of business calling. "Urghh, need to take that. You can go, I'll follow after."

You handed him your car keys and made your way to the front of the establishment, feeling various eyes on your body, whispering dirty comments into your direction that all went over your head.

As you stepped through the door, you noticed that the stairs to the downstairs event were blocked, loud music coming from the further front of the entrance.

As you stepped inside, you came to view with a lively party - many women dressed in scandalous clothing, some men begging for their attention and time, others enjoying their time sensually dancing with them or just enjoying their time by themselves, ordering shot after shot from the bartender.

Deciding you would want one good drink yourself, you made your way over to the bar, hips swaying with each step you took.

You felt good, and you sure as hell knew you looked damn good as well.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you noticed who the bartender was, hair down, frown accompanying him at the sight of you at the bar, leaning against it while a smirk adored your remarkable figures.

"Not only boxer, pastry enjoyed but also a bartender? Wow, Barou. What a multitalent."

I'll show you what else I'm talented at, he thought to himself, preparing another answer instead.

"Keep that mouth of yours shut and tell me what you want, brat."

"Whatever is fine", you stated, wondering how you could make his dominant attitude crumble. As he turned around to get your shot ready, you questioned him in interest.

"But for real. Why are you doing... this?", you motioned at him, earning a huff in return. "That fuckin' rich boy told me that I would have to bartend if I lose, so now I gotta' do it."

You hummed, understanding. You kept quiet, eying him up and down, causing the young male to raise an eyebrow in question.

"When are you off?", you questioned. He didn't fail to notice the seductive undertone in your voice, dark orbs sucking you right into him.

Glancing at the clock on the wall of the bar, his eyes shooting right back to hers, "one more hour", he stated, he went off to clean up some of the remaining glasses, leaving you standing, watching his figure disappear from your sight.

Bored, you looked around, noticing some pair of eyes looking intensely at you.

Nagi.

You smiled as he approached you, wearing a tight, white turtle-neck T-shirt, adored by a golden chain around his neck, face painted with a playful small smile.

Barou watched you and Nagi interact from afar, growing sick at the sight of him - out of all people, with you. He knew that Nagi noticed that he had an interest in the young woman the older Itoshi introduced them to- hell, he knew that Nagi also did.

Nagi must be doing this on purpose, flirting with her so openly without a care in the world, right in front of him.

"Yo, King", Nagi waved Barou to him, "bring us two whiskey shots. Pretty please." Barou cursed under his breath, wanting to wipe that damn smirk off of Nagi's face - tired of someone like him disrespecting him.

Not wanting to cause any trouble with the owner of all this tumult, he complied, a deep frown visible as he approached the both of you.

"Thanks. And would you please stop lookin' like that? You'll scare away the guests." Barou clenched his hand into a tight fist, turning around his heel before he would start something he couldn't finish.

"Let's go somewhere else. Yeah, doll?", he inquired, earning a nod from you. As the both of you walked to where the VIP section was located, his hand swiftly creeped around you, comfortably placing it over your ass, causing you to hide a smile in excitement.



You weren't drunk, just -taking two confident boosts- as you would call it, feeling bolder and more comfortable in Nagi's presence. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, hands around his neck as his hand is placed at the valley of your ass, the both of you talking about various topics.

He often tried to go further, only to getting stopped by your innocent facade - realizing your implications of teasing him.

"C'mon, doll, tell me what you're tryin' to do", he whined playfully and impatient, causing you to giggle, the action making you unintentionally move around his lap just right, curve of your ass directly rubbing onto his semi-hard dick.

You moved closer to him, lips almost brushing his, eyes switching between his eyes and lips. He was about to lean in and capture your lips into a heated kiss, when you pulled away completely, getting off his lap.

Your hand was placed on his thigh, lightly squeezing it, earning a huff from the man. Nagi spread his legs at your action, body filled with desire for you.

“I’m sorry, handsome,“ you began, retreating your hand from his thigh, leaning near his ear to whisper the rest of your sentence, “but I got somewhere to be.”

He watched your figure disappear out of his sigh, looking down to the painful tent in his pants, cursing under his breath,

"Fuck, what a hassle."





You found yourself at the bar again, patiently waiting for Barou, since one hour had already passed.

He soon came to view, throwing a towel over his shoulder, heading over to your direction to go into his break.

He halted at the sight of you, surprised that you actually waited for him, chest swelling with pride.

“You’re late”, you mentioned, causing the man to show veins of irritation, “And you can fuck off.”

You smiled at his answer, walking up close to him, hand placed on his broad chest.

„Nah. I’d prefer to fuck you.“

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“Don’t stop Barou, oh fuck!”, your moans echoed through the staff bathroom, back arching as you felt his tongue and fingers work magic between your legs, while your leg was thrown over his shoulder.

You threw your head back at one particularly deep move of his fingers, biting your lip in pleasure.

“Don’t call me by my surname when I’m literally knuckles deep inside your cunt”, he mumbled through your folds, causing you to whine at the vibration of his voice against your heat.

“You’re doing so good Sho‘“, you breathed out, shamelessly drooling from the corner of your lips, almost falling off the sink you're leaning against.

Barou's dick stirred inside his pants as you called out his nickname, groaning against your heat. „You’re so wet, princess. All for me, yeah?“

You hummed in approval, taking a tight hold on his long hair as you neared your orgasm.

“Make no damn mess, I still gotta work”, the young man grunted, tight grip on your thighs.

His eyes were intensely focused on your facial expressions. “Look at me, or I’m not goin' to make you cum.”, he spat.

You complied, falling into submission. You looked him right in the eye as you came, moaning out his name in pleasure.

„That’s right. Give it to me, he groaned through your folds, rough hand slapping down onto your exposed ass cheek.

You soon came down from your high, disappointed at your behavior. He was supposed to be the one to submit to you, not you. But you understood why he was called the King now, his overwhelming dominance now making sense.

He threw the towel he had on his shoulder right at your face, making his way out the restroom,“ make sure to clean up“, he turned his head while flashing you a handsome smirk.

“Damn Tyrant.”

You soon stepped out of the restroom, noticing a figure standing against the wall in the dark of the room.

You halted in your tracks, eyebrow raising in question, waiting for the dark figure to step out of the shadows.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N! Welcome! Are you enjoying yourself?", it was Reo, walking over to you to embrace you in a hug, startling you at the action.

You looked at him, "Actually, no. It's way too loud in here", you stated honestly, earning an understanding hum from the male. "Well, we could get to the top. Just the two of us", he implied, voice laced in lust.

She agreed, following suit after him, to an elevator in the far back of the strip club. As they stepped in, he pushed the bottom that would lead them to the top floor, leaning against the wall of the elevator.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, the teasing smirk vanishing as fast as it appeared on his face.

His hand took a hold of your chin, wiping some remaining saliva from the corner of your lip, intensely looking you in the eye before retreading his hand away, "There, you go. Did he really lick it that good to leave you drooling?"

Your breath hitched in your lungs, cheeks painted by a tint red.

Got her.

When the elevator came to a halt and opened its door, you saw a jaw-dropping apartment before your eyes, causing you to look around it, humming, impressed.

"You like it?", Reo questioned, his breath hot at your ear, his hand sneaking its way around your shoulder. You hummed, walking to the large couch that was displayed in the middle of the living room.

"Make yourself feel at home", Reo mentioned, earning a soft smile from you as you seated yourself on the couch.

He went into the kitchen, coming back with an expensive looking champagne, "You want some? It's the best, trust me." You hesitated, not wanting to cause any big circumstances for the man.

But he waved you off, insisting it would be ok. He is the richest man in the country, after all. Did you forget?

You and Reo had a nice conversation, really. You talked about many different topics, him learning more about you and you more about him, him - not the Billionaire Mikage Reo.

He loved listening to you, learning more about you. But it also made him greedy about you, much greedier than he was and even intended to be.

You talked to him with no filter, not caring about the billions he had in his bank account.

This caused a feeling that confused him. At first, he thought it was lust - lusting over your perfection of a body. Then it moved onto greed - greedy to learn more and more about you, be near you, touching you.

But what is this bewilderment? He has not once thought sexually about you in the pastime the two of you were talking. How long was it? One hour? Or two? He didn't care. He just wanted to-

"Ohhh, so that's where you're hidin' ma'." Who the fuck?

"Whatcha' two doin' all alone up here?", Shidou‘s loud voice rang through the room, the both of you snapping your heads into his direction, Reo's tongue clicking in annoyance,

He stood there, dressed in gray sweatpants and a black top, show casting his muscles through it. His hair were different from usual, styled downwards, some strands of hair escaping to the front, hanging in his face.



"Mind if I join the fun?"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[guestgirl-soulcollector]

...Where do I begin...

So...I met the nurse today.

I was in the hallway, again, and then I saw her. She was some sorta pink lizard. She was dressed in a nurse's uniform with a lace-up corset strapped round her stomach. She had pink hair that was tied into a ponytail. I recognised her voice.

Nurse Lizard: Oh my~ You must be Kaycee, I'm Nurse Catherine. It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh. that face makes me want to do terrible things to you~ You must be looking for this~

She dangled a glass bottle in front of me, the soul! I tried to grab it but she snatched it away.

Catherine: I hope you didn't think I was just going to give you it. Infact, I'll make your job harder by running away

And runaway she did with a giant needle in hand and the soul I need in her pocket. Is...Is it wrong to say that I'd really like to punch her.

I also saw James again, he looked like how he did on day one. Yellow and red shirt with beige cargo shorts. I saw as he dropped a banana peel in front of Gregory. Naturally, he slipped and he was mad about it

Gregory: James! what did I tell you about throwing your litter on the floor?! Ahem...I'm sorry for my out burst dear, just be careful where you walk. you might slip and drop something, and we can't have that now, can we? Hee-hee-hee

Gregory you sly bastard, you gave me an idea.

I tried looking for a banana so I could trip Catherine up and get her soul. But as luck would have it, Judgement Boy was patrolling and came up to me.

Judgement Boy: I wanted to give you a gift, to solidify our contract

He handed me a banana.

Judgement Boy: You'll need it more than me, that's for sure.

Is it weird that I expected him to wink at me after that? I knew what I needed to do. I took the banana out so I just had the peel and when Catherine was walking past, I dropped the peel and booked it to the nearest corner.

It worked, she was out cold. Which means I got my hands on the soul.

I saw death again, he looked gleeful yet worried as I handed the soul over to him

Death: Nice job! But we need to talk. You see, I was lookin' through some personal stuff and I found somethin' you might be intrested in knowing about.

He pulled out a small sand timer out of his cloak and showed it to me. it was wooden with a multicolored sand in it.

Death: This is a Mental Gauge. basically, the more you stay in the hotel. The more you uhh...Y'know...Go mad, which is kinda somethin' you want to avoid considerin' that if you go mad, you become a resident 'ere...

Me:...what...

Death: You're mad, aren't 'cha?

OF COURSE I'M PISSED OFF I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGHT FUCKING PROBLEMS AS IT IS! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO FIND THE FUCKING MENTAL GAUGE!?

I- I'm going to rest before I get a twitchy eye.

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

First of all; picture of dog?

Secondly. Peter/Thorne. Peter finds that old picture of Thorne from his dark past in a boyband? (Peter having moved to america already by then and not having been into the scene enough to have noticed)? 🥺

Pictures of the doggies are included at the end of the fic!

On with the fic!

--

"Holy fuck, holy shit, no way!"

Thorne heard Peter from the other room, pausing in applying his hair product as he heard laughter. What the hell? He stepped out of the bathroom and looked into the bedroom, where Peter was on the bed, grinning at his phone.

The actor turned his head, then burst into laughter again.

"Alright, what's so funny, chucklenuts?" Thorne asked, leaning against the doorway. He watched the flailing of naked limbs as Peter got himself untangled from the sheets, then rushed over to him with his phone in hand.

"Look what got trending on twitter this morning." Peter said, grinning.

Thorne took the phone, looking at the screen, before his face paled. "Oh. No, no, get that away from me!"

"Oh come on, Thorne, you look weirdly hot!"

"I look stupid! It was in style at the time-! Shut the fuck up, stop lookin' at that!"

Peter pulled away, taking his phone back, and was still grinning. "Nope! Can't stop, won't stop! Mind explaining why you looked like that, not that I'm opposed, that leather jacket looks so good on you. The hair? Hmm... I could get into it, yeah."

Thorne groaned, running a hand down his face. "It's from my... earlier musical career."

"Earlier? Oh?"

"You..." Thorne cocked an eyebrow. "You didn't know I was in a different band before getting into the punk scene?"

"Hold on." Peter held up a finger and fiddled with something on his phone. "Someone in the comments said this was from a photo shoot for... the fuck is 5 Dee's."

Thorne groaned. "A..." He mumbled something and Peter looked at him, his grin turning more sly.

"What was that?"

"I said it was a... boyband."

Peter was quiet for a moment, before he started laughing, actually doubling over from laughter. Thorne rolled his eyes. "Real mature, Peter, real mature. I'm not takin' shit from a guy who prances about on stage, pretending to hunt vampires."

"At least I wasn't in a boyband! God, I bet this was one of those British ones too, wasn't it!"

Thornes' lack of response was all Peter needed to start laughing again. "It was a different time! And we did pretty well, had a few singles that got on the charts! Then I found punk and got into that."

Peter was giggling, full on giggling, he looked like an excited child. "Were you the bad boy of the band? Bet you were. That or the gay one, there's always a gay one in boybands."

"You're never gonna let this go, are you?"

"Nope!"

"How did you not even know about this? I thought you were a fan of mine."

Peter snorted. "I was already living here in the era of the boybands and did my best to avoid all that stuff. Besides, I'm a fan of your current music, never bothered to look into the rest of your musical catalogue. Although now I totally have to! Let's see if you're up on a music app!"

"No! Give me that phone, you scrawny bastard!" Thorne shouted, trying to chase after the now-fleeing, still-naked man, who was once more laughing as he made his escape to somewhere else in the penthouse.

--

Here's the three doggies I've got to watch for my parents and my sister:

Roy, the oldest and rudest.

Andy, the baby and the biggest

And the queen, Maisie, AKA baby wolf!

[pizzatower60s]

Chapter 2

“Mia can you please take table 3”

Alice in a panicked tone walks up to Mia. Alice is one of Mias coworkers at the malt shop she is a waitress at.

Alice has curly gingery red hair and her life style was very…carefree. Alice was on the richer side way richer than Mia really the only reason why she was here is because her parents cut her off from her allowance.

“Please Mia you have to take table three”

she shakes Mia frantically almost spilling the milkshake that Mia was taking to a table in the process.

“Alice, why cant you take it? Im very busy right now.”

Just then Alice grabs the milkshake from Mias hands

“I will take the milkshake you take table 3. Please no one else will”

As Alice walks away Mia is left crossing her arms sighing to herself.

She grabs the notepad from her dress pocket and begins to walk over to table three.

As she walks she starts to notice the whole reason nobody wanted to serve that table. In the long booth about 5 greasers sat.

Smoking disgustingly cheap cigarettes and talking way to loud for their own good.

Basically acting like they own the place.

Mia doesn’t blame the girls who didn’t want to serve them. Nobody wants to have to deal with the massive levels of ignorance that are radiating the booth.

She studies the greasers as she does with everyone and notices a familiar face.

In the middle of the group sat Peppino flaunting his usual arrogant self.

“Hello what can i get you boys today?”

Peppino takes his attention away from his conversation and looks Mia directly in the eyes.

“Well its nice-a to see you again doll face-a”

Peppino chuckles giving Mia the sly look that he gives every passing women.

“Its very nice to see you again to Peppino”

She gives him her best smile.

“Now then, what will you be having”

Peppino chuckles looking at his friends

“Well…Im-a hoping you have-a you~”

Mia pretends to flip through her notebook

“sorry we are out of that.”

Mia cant help but thinks his attempts are pathetic. I mean how many times has he used that line? I bet more than she can count.

Mia tries her hardest not to get angry over it. She rather die than let him control her emotions.

Mia finally finishes taking their order and brings out their food.

She notices Peppino isnt there he probably went to use the restroom.

She turns around and starts to walk back into the kitchen before she trips on her dress.

she almost face plants on the floor before she feels something grab the back of her dress top.

“you outta be more careful-a” Peppino slyly chuckles as he helps her up.

But when shes finally back on her feet they are close. Really close. Peppino could get a good look of how bright her eyes were.

Peppino was about to utter something before he just sits there.

From this close he notices how her scent is so soft like something that would be used to clean the laundry.

Lavender almost…

Peppino stares at her for what seems like for ever. Why isnt he walking away? Why cant he move?

why in gods name cant he speak!?

And why does she smell so damn good.

Mia looks at him with confusion

“uh..thank you but…i need to get to the kitchen so can u please move…?”

Peppino realizes hes in the way of Mias path.

silently he moves to the side. Of course he doesnt apologize.

He goes back to the booth and sits there. something is visibly wrong with him.

His face feels so warm and sweaty he feels this weird pit in his stomach almost like he swallowed a rock.

“Hey peppino you-a good?” Gustavo says nudging his shoulders

“You lookin a lil unglued?”

Peppino brushes him off

“Nah nah its-a nothin”

Peppino sits there and thinks practically not even touching his food. He cant help but continue to steal glances at Mia as she runs around the malt shop taking and giving orders.

Something about her just makes Peppino never want to take his eyes off

——————————————- Time skip

After work Mia heads out to her bike. But as she walks she sees Peppino and his little troop of greasers all relaxing around a car.

As Mia walks she makes eye contact with Peppino.

And as always she gives him a kind smile. a genuine one.

Why is she being so nice? They have only just met yet she continues to give him that kind smile.

Even if he continues to make sly comments she just…smiles.

A weird feeling builds up in Peppinos chest when he sees that familiar smile.

He wants to say something but…he cant and hes still not sure why.

[fruitcoops]

hey! i love your work so much and i had an idea. what about the whole team going to pride? or maybe just the cubs or coops, but i would love to see the whole team supporting and maybe breaking out flags of their own. :)))

Happy Pride, everyone!!! It has been such a wild year, but I hope you all find comfort and joy during this month <3 I'm sending you all love and hugs (or high-fives, if you prefer), as well as positive vibes for the summer. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove as always!

Credit to @queercanoe for the the rainbow bracelet idea <3

“This is…this is really nice,” Sirius said as they stood in line for popsicles. His face glowed with happiness and Remus squeezed his hand where it laid over his shoulder.

“Better than last year?”

He hummed in thought. “I like being here without the Cup and all the cameras. It’s just us.”

“And half the team,” Remus added.

“True,” Sirius laughed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Some of the glitter Lily had managed to sprinkle over his head and smear on his cheeks fell onto Remus’ shirt, and he brushed it off with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. The kids are still arguing.”

Sirius glanced behind them and snorted; on the other end of the block, Leo hitched Logan higher on his back as he held Finn’s baseball cap out of reach. Talker and James had started an impromptu game of volleyball with a stray balloon, and the sight of Regulus playing peekaboo with Harry using his pride flag cape sent a burst of happy butterflies through Remus’ stomach.

“D’you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone?”

“Doubt it.”

They tapped their popsicles together in a toast and meandered back to the group—the afternoon heat toned down some of the manic energy of the morning parade, and Remus was content to just wander hand-in-hand with his fiancé for a while.

Not your fiancé for long, he reminded himself as the ice cooled his mouth. Just five more days, and then you’ll have a ring, too.

He stood on his toes, still a little sore from dancing earlier in the day, and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just ‘cause I love you.”

Sirius let out a slow breath and squeezed him a little tighter around the shoulders, catching a drip of syrupy red before it slid down to his elbow. “This is the perfect day.”

“It is, isn’t it? Ooo, blue raspberry.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Of c—” Remus was cut off by warm lips against his own, shorting out every braincell in one fell swoop. You sly little shit, he thought, smiling into the kiss as Sirius dipped him back.

They straightened up after a moment and Sirius raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s pretty good.”

“Your lips are purple.”

He licked his own half-melted popsicle before dragging Remus in for one more kiss, though both of them were almost laughing too hard for his plan to work. “There. Now we match.”

“Thanks, babes.”

“Hey!” Finn cupped his hands around his mouth, clearly giving up on retrieving his hat. “Are you done yet? I was promised popsicles!”

Remus flipped him off and pulled Sirius down by the collar of his shirt, suddenly uncaring of the stickiness making its chilly way down his forearm. It was their day to do that, after all; their day to be flamboyantly affectionate to anyone in sight, regardless of contracts and media and expectations. It was a day drenched in popsicle sugar where he could turn his soon-to-be-husband’s lips more purple than the dahlias he loved so much.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Finn remarked as they rejoined the group, both a little flushed.

“As if you’ve kept your hands to yourself,” Remus teased, gesturing to the various smudges in Finn’s face paint.

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Good point.”

“I have them on occasion.” A burst of giggling caught both their attention and softness bloomed in Remus’ chest as Sirius tossed Harry a few inches into the air, making rocket ship noises. Next to him, Leo had set Logan down so he could lift Katie up and tickle her until she shrieked with joy.

“God, they’re cute,” Finn said around a mouthful of syrup-soaked ice. The look in his eyes was unmistakably fond, and Remus knew it was reflected on his own face.

“They are. The boyfriends aren’t bad, either.”

Finn snorted, then spluttered as he nearly spat out his popsicle, sending Remus into peals of laughter. “Stop it!” he complained, though the didn’t sound very upset at all. “I’m gonna get a brain freeze!”

“A brain freeze?” Sirius turned to Harry with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, no!” Harry gasped. Behind them, James stifled his smile in the side of Lily’s neck.

“It’s not lookin’ good, buddy,” Finn said with false gravity. “Popsicles are a dangerous food.”

Harry made grabby hands until Finn settled him on his hip, then took his face between two chubby hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Your lips are blue,” he proclaimed after a long moment.

“Are they?”

“Uh-huh. Tremzy’s got red lips, an’ Knutty’s got red lips, and Mama has pink lips, and Uncle Pads has purple lips.” Harry poked the side of his mouth. “You’ve gotta have purple lips, too.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at Remus over Harry’s shoulder. “Not a chance, Harzy.”

“We’re better kissers anyway,” Leo said with a grin as he sidled up and gave Finn a light peck. “Better, Pocket Pots?”

Harry stuck his tongue between his teeth in a comical imitation of Sirius’ concentration face; Remus shoulders shook as he held back his amusement. “Almonds.”

“What?”

“Almost,” Sirius corrected gently. “Not almonds. Close, though.”

“Tremzy!” Harry called. Logan looked up from Katie, who was quite happily upside down as he swung her like a clock pendulum. “You’ve gotta make Harzy’s lips purple!”

“Do I?” Logan glanced back down. “Can I set you down, ma princesse?”

“No!”

“Okay,” he laughed, hauling her over with careful steps. Finn leaned down to kiss him; over his shoulder, Leo and Harry made faces at each other.

“This is perfect,” Sirius murmured, resting his forehead against Remus’ (admittedly sweaty) hair. Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the stress of wedding planning roll off his back. He could be surrounded by their family in a sea of color for just a little longer—they could be there together.

“I’m proud to be with you,” he said as Regulus clambered onto Leo’s back for ‘a better view’.

It was a cheesy sentiment, but they had never shied away from romcom moments before. He felt Sirius’ soft huff of breath on his temple. “Re…”

I’ll never get tired of the way you say my name. “That’s me.”

The sigh turned to quiet laughter and a kiss. “We are such a cliché.”

“But you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” His lips were sweet and a little sticky, still; Remus wanted to drown in the feeling. “I will always be proud to be with you.”

“Uncle Pads!”

“Yes?” Sirius lifted him out of Finn’s arms with a dramatic groan. “You’re growing up too fast!”

Harry squished his cheeks, then poked the tip of his nose. “Why don’t you wear rainbows?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “I’m wearing rainbows right now.”

“But you only wear them now.”

“You want me to wear rainbows every day?” He cast a look at Remus, who half-shrugged.

“You do look good.”

“Everybody should wear rainbows all the time,” Harry declared. Down the street, a series of party poppers went off, followed by loud cheering from another group.

“Excuse me?” a timid voice asked. Remus startled slightly and turned around; a small group of teenagers was huddled by the massive balloon arch. One young man held his phone up. “Could we—uh, could we get a picture with you guys?”

“Do you want me to take it for you?” Leo offered as Finn took Harry again.

The kid’s eyes went wide, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!”

“Alright, on three!” Leo squinted in the sunshine as they gathered in a semicircle. “One, two, three, smile!”

“Could we get one with you, too?” one of the girls asked when he lowered the camera.

Sirius took the camera as they shuffled around and swapped positions, crowding close to the rainbow balloons while Harry played with Remus’ colorful suspenders. “Ready? Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” they chorused.

“I got a couple, just in case.” He handed the phone back to the first boy with a smile. “Are you guys having a good time?”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” he answered, a little breathless. “It’s—this is so cool. Thanks again.”

“Pas de problem.”

Remus glanced over just in time to see the girl bump her own rainbow bracelet with Leo’s; both of them were grinning broadly. “Have fun today, okay?” he said, giving the shortest of the group a high five. A jumble of goodbyes answered before they hurried back into the crowd, whispering among themselves while their pins flashed in the sun.

“They were cute,” Sirius said, watching them go with an indecipherable look. “Feels good to know it meant something, y’know?”

“It always does,” Remus agreed, snuggling against his side despite the heat. “I wish—”

Sirius looked down at him when he faltered; Harry yawned so wide his eyes closed. “What?”

“I wish we had this when we were kids.”

Regulus and Leo tumbled out of the rapidly-growing crowd, bickering over who got which part of the cotton candy, while Kasey stood as still as he could so Natalie could finish the small bi flag on his cheek. Sirius’ whole face lit up as he watched them. “It’s even better now.”

Remus watched the second wave of the parade build around them—people of every shape and size were decked out in a whole spectrum of colors, turning the street into a living rainbow in the afternoon sun. He tucked his hand into Sirius’ back pocket and laced their free hands together, listening to his heartbeat under his cheek. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done.”

“Coming to Pride?”

“No.” He held their hands up, and Sirius’ ring caught the light. “This.”

[conretewings]

A Game for Two (Vander x OC)

-Another short story featuring Rosemary. Set pre-canon. Fem oc x canon, mildly spicy

Rosemary didn't look up at first from the scattering of paperwork and orders in front of her on the long desk/work counter when she heard the loud buzzer of the door and creak of it opening, continuing to tap her well-chewed pencil on the wood surface.

Clearing her throat she began her usual speech, "Mornin'. Wares n' Repairs you break it we can probably fix it, what can-"

Hearing a set of familiar voices, she looked up and grinned as Vander, Claggor and Mylo entered the shop, the former two carrying something large and wrapped in a length of cloth. Mylo, himself holding a bulging duffle bag, scooted out of the way after getting the door open for the other two. Vander kept instructing Claggor to 'be careful now' as they navigated past a couple tables piled with various parts and finally plunked it on the heavy counter with a pronounced thud.

Setting her pencil down, she crossed her arms, "Well, hello boys. To what do I owe the pleasure? Assumin' it's got somethin' to do with this..." she vaguely gestured, "What is it?"

"Hey Rosemary!" the kids replied in unison, Claggor wiping his brow and Mylo already finding something that caught his eye.

"Mornin, Rosie," sighed Vander, exhaling and running a hand through his hair, "Afraid there's not much pleasure in this visit, unless ya count gettin' paid."

Giving him a quick top-to-bottom scan, she couldn't help the slight smirk that formed, nor missed his faint, brief one in response, "Among other things aye. So what am I lookin' at here?"

Vander carefully removed the cloth to reveal a tall, metal section of three beer taps, pulls and all. A couple hoses and tubes dangled from the back and he absently flicked one of them as he met her curious gaze.

"Damn thing's not workin'. Either won't draw beer from the keg, or won't pour without sprayin' everywhere. Kind of a problem when ya run a bar. Normally when they have a hiccup I can patch it m'self but not this time."

Rosemary was already looking it over, bending forward to poke and prod with a slender screwdriver she'd drawn from a tool pouch strapped to her waist. Vander's eyes were briefly distracted following the curve of her spine to her ass, then snapped them back to the machine when she said, "Well, ya brought it to the right person. Ah...I think I may see an issue right 'ere..."

"Can ya fix it?"

Standing to face him, she crossed her arms, "Ya remember who you're talkin' to? 'Course I can. When ya need it by?"

"Hmm..." Vander hummed, cleared his throat and asked, "You think...ya could have it done by tonight?"

Her eyes went wide, "Tonight?! Bloody hell Van. I'm good but that's a tall order."

"I know, and I apologize," a small, warm smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "But I only trust the best of the best with things like this."

"Oh ho, flattery won't get ya far with me, big guy, even if you're right," she smirked, leaning back against the counter, "Luckily for you I accept other forms of repayment."

Casually resting one hand on the counter himself, Vander relaxed his posture and gave her a broader smile, his voice taking on a sly tone, "I'm sure we can work something out..."

Mylo and Claggor, having overheard most of the adults conversation, caught each other's eyes and rolled them, Mylo poking a finger toward his mouth in a gagging gesture, then picked up a metal orb from a shelf, Claggor joining him in examining the object after a moment. They, Powder and Vi were used to the two's flirting, not that it didn't gross them out any less.

Rosemary quirked one eyebrow, "I have no doubt-" glancing behind Vander she loudly coughed and said quickly, "Mylo, Claggor please put that down."

Vander peered at them over his shoulder, brows knit and the boys froze instantly with a 'deer in headlights' look. The older man then sighed and pointed toward the door with a wearily gruff tone, "Why don't you two wait outside? I'll be out in a minute."

Carefully replacing the orb, Mylo grumbling about 'well if it's so fragile why's it sitting out?' the pair said their goodbyes and shuffled out the door.

Vander waited until they'd closed it before turning back to Rosemary, "Sorry 'bout that."

"They're fine. Damn thing is busted beyond repair anyway," she replied calmly, bent back over and unscrewing a small panel in the back of the mechanism, "I just keep it around for parts and the odd chance someone'll be dumb enough to buy it."

He watched her work in silence for a moment, again finding himself distracted; her deep chocolate brown hair, streaked with silver and securely held in place with a bandana, the curve of her hips and legs, though obscured by her cargo pants the way she was leaning they were still evident, and her lovely face; hazel eyes narrowed, the crows feet she hated but he assured her made her no less beautiful and nose adorably wrinkled in concentration. He had to look away and pretend something caught his attention just to refocus.

"Is it possible?" he asked at length, "If you're too busy..."

Rosemary stood, wiping her hands on the rag tucked into her pocket, "I can do it yeah..." moving in front of them she casually placed her fingers on the pile of orders she was still in the middle of and had been going over earlier, moving them discreetly out of sight, then leaned against the counter again and planted both hands on her hips, "It's gonna cost ya though."

"How much?"

Gradually, a wide, coy smile crept across her face, and she raised one hand, index finger up as she crossed one leg gracefully over the other, "The price is...one date."

Vander paused, momentarily at a loss, then a low, rumbling chuckle escaped his throat, a grin of his own appearing. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, head tilted downwards slightly to study her from under his cocked eyebrow, "I see how it is. Very sly, Rosie."

"You have called me foxy, after all..." she winked.

He only huffed out another small laugh, taking a step toward her, "That's a steep price you're askin'."

She mirrored his action, moving forward a degree, "You're a smart man. I'm sure you'll come up with somethin'."

"What happened to flattery not workin'?"

"It's called a compliment, Van."

"Well then, guess I have no choice..."

As they had been talking, they'd slowly sauntered closer and closer to each other so that now they stood only inches apart, close enough for her to smell the smokey, slightly musky scent that always clung to him, almost causing her composure to slip. He kept an even expression, even as the whiff of her floral soap mixed with engine grease and innocent yet seductive gleam in her eyes greatly tested him.

Meanwhile outside, Claggor was carefully peering through a gap in the curtain over the barred window. Behind him, Mylo grumbled, "Are they flirting again?"

"Uh huh..." he replied with a head shake, "They really need to just date and get it over with."

"For real though...like we all know they wanna bang-"

"Ew dude, shut up I don't need to picture that!"

"....yeah sorry me neither..."

Rosemary noticed them, and with a grin, raised one hand to softly lay it on Vander's chest. She just saw the boys shared look of disgust before they vanished from sight. Following a brief pause of silence, during which she and Vander continued to stare each other down and tried to ignore the heightened electricity in the air, Rosemary let out a soft laugh and gave him a wry smile, "How long we gonna keep dancin' around this, eh?"

"You know I'm not much of a dancer." he shrugged, resting one hand on her waist.

"Shame. I could teach you."

"I don't doubt it...though I do know a few moves of my own."

She moved closer still, hand trailing upwards across the warm, firm muscle under his shirt to cup the scruff of his jaw, relishing the low rumbling sound he emitted and murmuring, "I would love to see them sometime..."

Large hand sliding to her hip, he tugged her in so now they were pressed together completely, feeling smug about her involuntary gasp, the other hand brushing aside the few wisps of hair that'd fallen from her bandana, purposely letting his fingers linger longer than necessary, "Maybe sometime I'll show ya..."

Thus continued the sometimes playful, sometimes tense game of flirty bantering that had been going on between them for some time now, neither certain when exactly it had truly begun nor who had started it. Over time it had gradually become a sort of badge of unspoken honor to be the boldest and sort of 'win' that particular encounter without giving into the ever-growing desire simmering between them. At this point it wasn't a question of if they'd eventually surrender themselves to it, but when and who would cross that line. Pride and stubbornness, however, had thus far kept the fire contained.

Rosemary was thus briefly startled into silence by the sudden sensation of his warm, firm body pressed against hers; a part of her wondered what this might feel like without clothing between them and a traitorous shiver raced up her spine. She felt those threads of stubborn pride grow dangerously weak, made only worse by the intensity of his sea-grey eyes as they gazed into her own. That same part of her, in that moment, would have loved nothing more than to drag him to her bed and finally, finally experience the primal passion and release they'd both craved for ages however-

She stretched up on her toes, pressing herself into him even more, relishing the equally startled yet dangerous expression he shot her and used the hand on his face to pull him closer and murmur near his ear, "Why don't you then..."

She felt him tense, fingers digging more into her hip, his breath coming a little heavier, but before he could do or say anything else she gave his cheek a brief kiss and gracefully spun out of his grasp, "But, maybe next time. I do hafta get this order finished for ya by tonight after all."

He froze for a second, still in the same position he'd been in before composing himself, drawing a slow, deep breath and meeting her gaze while absently and frustratedly drumming his fingers on the counter. A moment later he was back to his usual calm, somewhat gruff self. Whether she knew it or not, her cheeks blazed with color and despite the smug expression he could see the longing ache behind those gorgeous eyes.

Vander coughed and stepped away toward the door, "Yeah. Good point...maybe next time."

"I'll swing by with it when I'm done. Now get outta here you're a busy man after all."

"I really appreciate it, and you Rosie."

She had already turned away to start working, probably partially to hide her reddened face and waved nonchalantly over her shoulder, "Yeah yeah, I expect full payment when service is complete. Ya know our rules. Later big guy."

He lingered for one more moment, gazing at her back longingly before opening the door and stepping out. Rosemary exhaled loudly once she heard the click of it close, setting her tools down and leaning her elbows on the counter. Tapping her forehead on it repeatedly, she grumbled, "You're a right fool, Rosemary...why ya keep doing this to yourselves?"

Outside, with the kids trailing alongside him and chatting jovially, Vander sighed and pinched his brow as he muttered to himself, the sound lost in the din of the Lanes, "You're a right fuckin' idiot Vander...why ya keep doing this to each other?"

[buck-nialled]

Butcher's Daughter - A. Russell Imagine

NOTE: a lil' imagine about arvin crushing on the local butcher's daughter. idk how to feel about this one, and it's also barely proofread but I hope some of you still like it. I've never written for arvin before but if you're interested in more please let me know!

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Next to his mattress, Arvin’s favorite spot in town to visit was the local butcher. Any opportunity to drop by the small store, the boy exploited. Maybe a little too much. He recalls his uncle Earskell giving him an earful on how he spent nearly all his monthly allowance on a chicken breast. An unnecessary one at that, as Emma had concluded the family’s grocery trip a day prior.

The Russell boy did not know how you carried such a charm with you that urged him to drop in that day and purchase the cold, naked bird on impulse. One could take a guess that your daddy had brought you up well in business talk. But all you had exchanged with Arvin was greetings before he sputtered out his order and slapped a bill down onto the counter. Even with sweat collecting on your forehead from the afternoon light beaming into the shop, and the strands of hair that were never obedient enough to be kept in your up-do, Arvin still found you as gorgeous as the sunset offering your profile a heavenly glow.

After hearing word of the new preacher in town and Emma’s invitation to visit the butcher, Arvin was the first to stand up from his seat at the dinner table as a volunteer.

“Not at this hour, boy. Sit down.” Earskell shook his head.

Lenora leaned up from her chair a tad, closer to Earskell, and mumbled like it was a secret. “He just wants to go and see Y/N.” Her voice carried to everybody present though, including Emma who had a knack for meddling.

“Ooh, who’s Y/N?”

“She a friend of yours, son?” Earskell inquired. The boy’s eyes narrowed at Lenora, who held a satisfied smile.

“Barely.” She interjects.

“Nora.” Arvin hisses, cheeks growing red beneath the dim light hanging above the oak table. The girl only continues chatting, knowing from experience that facing Arvin’s wrath would be little to nothing of a whine or complaint of her blabbermouth.

“She’s a classmate of ours that Arvin never stops staring at. I wonder how she hasn’t noticed.” The red-cheeked boy emits a groan, placing his bent arms on the table and burrowing his face into his hands.

“Elbows off the table, Arv.” Scolds Emma, who swats at his plaid-covered arms with her napkin.

“Well, maybe she has noticed. She might be waitin’ for you to say somethin’ son.” Suggests his uncle.

“Yeah right. The girl hardly knows my name. She probably only knows me as the freak who bought a whole chicken breast.” He stares down at his half-empty plate, fork picking at the white meat as he glances back on that day.

“Well, the offer’s still open if you’d like to join me tomorrow,” Emma says. And as embarrassed as he was, Arvin knew he could not pass up the chance to see her face again, instead of just the back of it in class after class.

The next morning, his heart was lurching from his chest as he parked the car and went around to the passenger side to collect Emma. He was blanched, palms sweaty and constantly removing his baseball cap to run fingers through his greasy tendrils.

“Arvin, honey, calm down. Just go in and be yourself, the girl ain’t gonna kill you for saying she’s pretty.” Emma encourages with a small pat against the boy’s shoulder.

Whiffing the stench of meat descending from the other side of the door, he tries gulping down the feeling of his stomach tying itself into knots and nods his head. Time to grow a pair, the Russell boy thinks to himself.

He holds the door open for Emma and follows in behind her, observing the small shop he practically memorized the layout of by now. He could name each of the select meats they offered from the top of his head. He turns his head and recognized another classmate of his, Jared Y/L/N, otherwise known as your brother.

“Hey, welcome.” He nods his head towards Emma, who perused the options. “Fine mornin’ we’re havin’.” He turns his head and spots Arvin.

“What you got planned after school today, Arv.” Due to the countless times the brunette dropped in to ‘say hello’, all small talk went out the window between himself and your family by his fifth trip.

“Cliff Baker says he can get me on the crew laying blacktop on the Greenbrier stretch off Route 60. I’m probably just gonna do that. You?” Jared’s answer fades and turns muffled to Arvin, as his eyes catch you descending from the freezer, donning an apron.

“Mornin’ Emma.” You spare a smile towards the woman. “Lookin’ for a dish for the sermon, too?” You lift an eyebrow. Arvin gazed as the two of you made casual conversation on what would be best to serve within budget.

“You know, I think Arvin had something he wanted to ask you about a school assignment.” Emma implies with a smirk towards you. Upon hearing this, Arvin’s eyes grow impossibly big as he spins in each direction, yearning for a hiding place to magically appear.

“Hey, you.” You fold your arms over one another on the store’s counter with an angelic smile.

“Y/N...h-hey.”

“Here to buy another chicken breast?” You giggle, cueing something in the boy’s insides to flutter uncontrollably.

“Not today, unfortunately. Just dropping in to…” he takes a few brave steps closer towards you.

“Say hi? You do that a lot here. I don’t see you goin’ anywhere else in town but here to do that.” Arvin digs his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, sharing a quick shrug of his shoulders.

“Guess I just got a soft spot for the girl behind the counter.” He bends his head down to meet your eyes and quickly heating cheeks. The two of you shared proximity so minimal a conversation could be shared in whispers. The kitchen doors slamming open pulled the two of you away, however. Arvin cleared his throat as he eyed the owner of the establishment—your father—saunter over to the two of you.

“Why, hello there. Can I help you boy?” The bearded man spoke in a gruff voice. Unlike Y/N and Jared who worked the store regularly, Mr. Y/L/N manned the truck and kept his priorities on picking up the meats and delivering them. Therefore, neither had been introduced to one another up until now.

“Uh, daddy this is Arvin. Arvin, this is my father. He and I go to school together.” She informs the brooding figure.

“Nice to meet you, Arvin.” The man sticks an arm out over the counter to reveal a large cleaver in his clutch. The boy, ready to shake the older man’s hand flinched at the sight.

“Ah, my apologies.” He tries his other hand, which was thankfully bare of any potential weapons. Arvin feels clammy by the action, wondering if the flaunting of the utensil was truly an accident on your father’s part. “So, you two have school together, eh?” His eyes flick back and forth between you and Arvin.

“Daddy-“ you begin.

“Ah, no worries sweet pea. Why don’t you give us a few moments alone. I want to talk to the boy.” Rolling your eyes, you meet Arvin’s brown ones, which are now swimming with fear. Before you trade places with your dad to go speak some more with Emma, you manage to mouth a small apology to him for the interrogation he was no doubt about to face.

“Now, look boy. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s no secret you like makin’ googly eyes at my daughter...and you probably think you’re real sly about it too.” Arvin’s cheeks become painted scarlett yet again underneath your father’s hard eyes. “Am I right?” His crows feet become more defined with his hardening glare.

“Y-yes sir, but—“

“Ah, ah, let me finish. Emma raised you, and I’ve seen you helpin’ your sister around the church and such...you seem like a good kid. So if you’d like to go steady with my daughter, you have my permission.” The boy lets a large breath of relief out and feels his heart begin reaching its normal pace again.

“But...if you so much as hurt or disrespect her, I will not hesitate to put your hand through the meat slicer. You understand me, boy?” Again, his heartbeat reaches his ear with every thump, clouding the man’s hearty chuckles as Arvin vigorously nods.

“Good.”

[slutfor-fictionalmen]

hi hi! I hope this message isn’t too late or anything, since I only just seen the one you send me this morning! Also I accidentally deleted your messages while trying to reply 🤦‍♀️

But if it’s still alright, may I request an Armin Arlert x slightly thicker/chubby reader? just something soft and simple! maybe he’s noticed that the reader doesn’t eat very much anymore, and is skipping meals, and he confronts her about it, because he doesn’t want her getting sick or something happening. She obviously gets a little upset about it, and like, tells him she’s been having a hard week and has been super insecure lately. She just doesn’t like the way she looks, and Armin comforts her and stuff! All the love and cuddles! 🥰 I’m in need for this rn honestly 😭

I hope i did it right!! Things are more internalized due to my own self indulgence, i hope you like it!!

Tw: self harm(starving) 

Another day passed, and you hated being in the corps more and more, with the men objectifying you and the women with their fake smiles and judgemental looks, aside from Mikasa that is. You felt her hand on your shoulder, staring right back at them as you passed.

She was the only girl-friend you’ve ever had, which makes your bond with each other especially strong, she called you her therapy stuffed animal( in a good way) with how loving and kind you were when she came home to eren’s house. You were always there, you gave her her first jacket, you bear-hugged her when she was at her worst and missed her parents, you stood by her and never faltered. Even going as far as telling off Eren for being tactless to her feelings, poor boy has no social cues.

Eren loved you for how truly different you really are, despite being an only child, you were his sister, as much as a pain in the ass you are. But this called for you being apart of his and Mika’s friend group with no doubt. Being part of erens tight knit group of friends means you were automatically loved by eren, mika…. And armin.

You always had a fondness for the shy blonde, his all bark and no bite nature stole your heart. You met at a young age but only connected through Eren, he always tells you to thank him for that introduction despite your efforts to play off your crush being in vain. You loved how… pure he looked, how in a world full of death and violence, he could always bring light into your day with a smile or a story. No matter what you could count on his smile,you could count on him.

That’s why you hated today with a passion.

“We have extra food, which one of you dumbasses didn’t eat all your shit?” You sighed, walking away from the situation you caused. It wasn’t a good day, their comments bugged you today for some reason, and Armin wasn’t there to perk up the atmosphere of this gloomy day. Making it unreasonably difficult for you to focus on your own health today, this isn’t even the first time this has happened. It’s been a week of irregular meals, constant moving, and titan stress. It wasn’t like you were trying to starve, you just didn’t have the time.

And you didn’t notice till today.

“Lookin’ thinner, bunny… are you eating well?” You ignore eren’s concerned comment, pressing forward with the group in disturbed silence. This was the fifth comment today about your looks that you’ve gotten. You weren’t a small person, you had extra meat, and you had curves, paired with your adorable tiger stripes, but you know for a fact that starving this little would not affect your appearance that much. It irritated you, and you vowed to tell off the next person who said anything.

“Y/n can-“ “Oh my GOD, are you SERIOUS? I’ve been eating! I havent lost that much weight and i don’t want to hear your Perverted FUCKING Mouth say anything! It’s idiotic for you to continue to act like a jealous schoolgirl and make your ‘sly’ comments! So just Shut up!”

You finally open your eyes from your rant, regretful as your irises meet two bright blue eyes on a horrified face. “I was just going to ask if you can slow down and walk with me-“ Guilt floods your mind as you ear him squeak out his words. You lower your gaze and nod, moving to the back of the group with the boy. It didn’t matter how long this would be, you knew Levi would make you set up for camp soon.

“ ‘m sorry armin, you didn’t deserve that, I’m just-“ “Don’t apologize, you didn’t mean it to me but it was still valid. But never mind that, are you ok? Yes you haven’t been eating but you’ve been…. Cold lately..” You wanted to tell him, just say, ‘ I’m so in love with you that even a few days without your voice makes me angry as shit’ but you knew it wasn’t the right time…. And besides, would he even accept a girl like you?

“I’m fine, just stressed, tired, and overwhelmed…. It’s a lot you know?” Armin nods walking closer to you and letting your answer settle before your group sets up for camp and your pace continues to slow.

“You’re beautiful no matter what, I’ve read articles that said starving is actually terrible for your body, unintentional or not, it won’t end up good. If i have to,” He flushes, continuing to look ahead,” I’ll stay with you all day to make sure you’re eating and drinking water.” You freeze, feeling flushed as you watch him walk away and realize that he just offered to be around you all day just for you to be healthy.

You shake it off, keeping his words at the forefront of your mind before you get ready to retire for the night. You find a note on your blanket, asking you to meet armin at his tent with water and a blanket. Curious as to what it means you do as the note says, waiting at armin’s tent before he opens the zipper with a happy smile, welcoming you inside.

“You got the water?” You lift up the container, making him nod and turn away to a covered pile in his room. He takes the cover off, revealing the food he gathered for you two. “You didn’t eat again, so I didn’t either. And before you say anything, i got some of everything  so you have to eat SOMETHING! I told you all day didn’t I?” You look at him with teary eyes, your emotions of the week spilling out at his gesture.

Sobs wrack your body before he pulls you into his form, engulfing you in a warm hug. You feel him draw soothing circles on your back, rocking you and letting out slow shushes in attempts to calm your mind. You feel him kiss the top of your head and rubbing your back more before he pulls away and guides you to the setup of food.

He grabs you a plate of everything, making you sit and eat with him. You nibble at your food, uninterested in grossing out the guy you like by eating in front of him. But that only made him take your fork and feed you himself, he was determined for you to take care of yourself and love yourself as he loves you. You notice him watch you eat with admiration, happy to see you finally giving yourself some nourishment. You hear him sigh and hesitate, but you leave it untouched before he breaks the silence.

“You know…. I’ve loved you for years, ever since you punched out that kid who threatened me for speaking up, and how you always listened to me talk about the books I’ve read and things I’ve heard-“ “i know, i love you too armin.” “No not like that, I’m IN love with you, like i want to hold your hands, kiss you everywhere, curl into you at night, i want to love you.” You stop mid chew, maintaining eye contact as you swallow and stare at him.

“Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Like you’re not-“ “Y/n L/n I am completely and utterly in love with you.” You push the food aside, crawling between his legs and curling up onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I love you so much it hurts armin. It hurt me so badly when you wouldn’t talk to me, i don’t know what i did but i was so mad that i pushed you away.”

Armin tilted your chin up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he grabbed onto your soft form with a passion. “I’ll never do that again, I’m so sorry beautiful.” You hold onto him tighter pressing your ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

He pulls away, reaching over you to grab your blanket…. Man he really plans things out, before he wraps it around you both and presses a kiss to your temple. He lets his hands sink into your skin, loving how your soft skin feels on his fingertips. His lips pepper kisses on your neck, pulling slightly back to press a kiss onto your hairline. You loved how gentle he was with you, you already knew the answer to to your question before he even opened his mouth.

“More then you can ever know, my love.”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Vol.5 Shuu VS Yuma [Track 2]

Original title: 在りし日の証

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Vol. 5 Shuu VS Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Sly Yuma is the best kind of Yuma. I honestly really love the tension between him and Shuu. They have such a cute past together and a lot of potential to still be good friends despite their vastly different personalities. I feel like they would get a lot out of the friendship though. Yuma could get Shuu to stop sitting on his butt all day while Shuu could teach Yuma a thing or two about thinking before acting, haha.

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Track 2: Marks of the Past

The two of you are walking through the forest.

Shuu: ...I’m pretty sure that once we make it past here...Mmh. Seems like I wasn’t wrong.

*Rustle*

Shuu: This tree is still here, huh? ...If I recall correctly there’s an escape route by the root...

*Rustle*

Shuu: Yeah...It should still be useable. ーー Oi, don’t stand there spacing out. Get over here already. Do you want to be left behind in a forest full of monsters?

You ask Shuu if they are going the right way.

Shuu: Haah...? Are you making fun of me? This is Vampire territory. In what world would I get lost?

The two of you continue walking.

*Drip drip drip*

Shuu: ...This place hasn’t changed at all.

You ask if he has been here before.

Shuu: I used to play here as a child, that’s all. ...!

Shuu suddenly comes to a halt.

Shuu: These doodles...

You look at them in confusion.

Shuu: It’s written in this world’s language. I guess you can’t read it, huh?

You ask what it says.

Shuu: I’m pretty sure that back then, he also...

You tilt your head to the side.

Shuu: It’s nothing. More importantly, let’s hurry aーー

He flinches, sensing a presence nearby.

Shuu: Oi, you! Come here!

*Rustle*

Shuu: Shh...! Somebody’s coming!

Approaching footsteps can be heard.

Shuu: ...!! Mukami...Yuma?

Yuma: ...!?

Shuu: What are you doing here...?

Yuma: That’s what I’d like to know! Don’t give me a fuckin’ heart attack!

Shuu: ...Let’s go.

Yuma: Wait!

Yuma grabs hold of his wrist.

Shuu: Don’t touch me!

Yuma: Don’t try and run.

Shuu: I’m not running.

Yuma: Heeh? Then while we’re here together anyway, why don’t we take a lil’ trip down memory lane, huh? ...There happens to be someone here to listen to our stories as well.

Yuma glances over at you.

Shuu: Ridiculous...If that’s what you want to do, suit yourself, but I’m leaving.

Shuu starts walking away.

Yuma: I mean, fine by me. ...But in return, leave this chick behind.

Shuu: ...!?

Yuma: Ya don’t mind, do ya?

Shuu: ...Be my guest.

Yuma: Hah! As to be expected of a lil’ rich kid, you’re quick to understand. Couldn’t be me. ...I mean, in the end, I’m nothin’ but a filthy farm boy. I refuse to let go of what I want, no matter what. ーー Especially when I’m ‘bout to lose it to some aristocrat. Well, I guess that sort of stuff doesn’t matter to Mr. Rich Boy who always has everythin’ go exactly his way.

Shuu: ...Please don’t assume that everything always plays out in my advantage.

Yuma: Hah! Ya tell me.

Shuu: You can only say that...because you don’t about us at all, no?

Yuma: ...Now don’t be mockin’ me. I know ya.

Yuma walks up to Shuu.

Yuma: We were pals in the past ーー Nah, pretty much best buds, no?

He grabs hold of Shuu’s collar.

Yuma: Have ya forgotten ‘bout that already? Doesn’t lookin’ at the words written on this wall bring back any memories?

Shuu: ...!! Don’t tell me...Your memory has...?

Yuma: So it really is true...

Shuu: ...!

Yuma: I’ve only regained fragments of my memories. So I tricked ya into revealin’ the truth.

Shuu: Che...

Yuma: You’ve only got yerself to blame for takin’ the bait. ...Well, I’m sure ya would have much preferred if I never remembered at all. ...I’ve been wantin’ to ask ya this whole time. ‘Bout the fire which broke out in my village that day, for example.

Shuu: ...

You perk up your head.

Yuma: Hehe...You’re curious as well, aren’t ya?

You nod.

Yuma: Come on, tell me. You’ve got somethin’ to tell me, don’t ya? On the day of the fire, what did ya see? What did ya think? We’ve both gathered here, so let’s use the opportunity to get things straight...Shuu.

Shuu: There’s not really...anything I have to tell you.

Yuma: Cut the crap!! ...That side of ya is exactly what pisses me off!! If ya think ya can get away with keepin’ quiet, you’re gravely mistaken! You witnessed the truth with yer very own eyes that day, no!? Then why are ya tryin’ to hide it!?

Shuu: ...Hah. Aren’t you getting the wrong idea here?

*Rustle*

Shuu: I’m not simply remaining silent. I just don’t feel like I need to tell you. Don’t try and act like you know me, when you barely remember anything. It’s annoying...

Yuma: Che...Spare me the bullshit.

You run up to them and try to stop their fight.

Shuu & Yuma: ...!?

Yuma: Oi, don’t butt in.

Yuma: Shut up, keep quiet!

Shuu: Haah...Whatever.

Yuma: Aah!? Hold it! ...You’re fine with this chick bein’ taken away from you!?

Shuu: Go ahead? You’re the one who asked me to leave her behind, remember? Well, one of those ‘rich kids’ you hate so much is being generous enough to lend her to you, so why don’t you happily accept the offering?

Shuu walks away.

Yuma: ...Ugh!

Yuma punches the wall.

*THUD*

Yuma: Fuck...!! I don’t like this one bit...!!

*THUD*

Yuma: Makin’ fun of me like that...! Ugh!

*THUD*

You try and stop Yuma.

Yuma: Don’t stop me! Buzz off...!!

You seem worried about the drawings on the wall being destroyed.

Yuma: The doodles...? Ya really think I give a damn ‘bout what happens to thoー ...Haah...My bad. I lost my temper for a sec there...I guess I’m havin’ trouble bein’ honest with myself as well. ...Altho you wouldn’t say so at present, we were actually reallly close back when we scribbled these.

You ask Yuma what is written on the wall.

Yuma: This was my name when I was still human...and this one’s his. His real name. ...His ‘Vampire name’, in other words, what he is truly called. Don’t ask me ‘bout the details. I can’t read these after all. ...But I’m certain that when we were kids, we both wrote our names on here. Guess ya could say this was like our secret hideout.

You seem surprised.

Yuma: Hard to believe, huh? I don’t remember everythin’, but it’s all too weird to be just some fantasy made up by me. These should be...definite memories of our time spent together.

You ask why the two of them don’t get along at present.

Yuma: We’ve both changed. ...The fire which broke out in my village. And the fact that I became a Vampire. Regardless of my memories being intact or not, the cirumstances are just far too different. I can’t imagine...the two of us will ever get along again. Besides, I don’t think I can ever forgive him for all those years he simply turned a blind eye to everythin’. Right now...He’s nothin’ but a coward runnin’ away from the reality he doesn’t want to accept.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Tsk...Anyway, I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I’ve been reminiscin’ ‘bout the part, but it’s as if my mind is shrouded in a fog, I feel like crap.

You voice your concerns.

Yuma: I’m not that weak, I don’t need ya worryin’ over me. I’m sure I’ll feel better if I just leave this place. ーー Let’s go. I don’t know if it’ll make much difference to ya, but I’m gonna take ya someplace nice.

You seem worried about Shuu.

Yuma: Don’t let it bother ya. He said he doesn’t need ya, remember? ...Come on, follow me.

Yuma grabs hold of your wrist and drags you along.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[liibrii]

fem!Miya!reader x Ginjima Hitoshi & Akagi Michinari || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: It’s just a courage test. Just a nightly walk through a labyrinth of statues. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

Warnings: cursing, some spooky atmosphere, spooky things happen, some prime examples of sibling love

wc: 2.3k

a/n: should I post this chapter after the one establishing Reader's friendship with the team? Yeah, probably. also what I could do is write a little author's note that Reader is a friend with all the boys on the team and move on from there, ya know? 

In case you missed previous chapters, Twins call their sister San, while others simply refer to her as Miya. (I'm experimenting and trying to use y/n as little as possible. lemme know if you like it). 

if you wanna be tagged in future chapters lemme know and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! 

Nothing scared you.

Well, except Mr-No-Gaps Kita Shinsuke but you're pretty sure there isn't a being on this planet that wouldn't be afraid of him so that disqualifies him from this particular competition; or mom that one time she discovered nobody had taken the trash out even though she said to do it several times. And the dark sometimes. And ghosts! Ghosts are spooky. You can't punch a ghost

But other than that nothing scared you.

This nightly walk though is making you reconsider the statement. Maybe the time has come for you to put 'dark' and 'weird noises whose origin you can't see' to the top of the list. Shivers run up your spine and you step faster, closer to Ginjima beside you. He gives you a questioning glance but luckily doesn't say anything. You hope he won't mention it later either. The only thing worse than your brothers finding out what a scaredy cat you're being right now is... Well, nothing would be worse than that.

The Gallery Tangle is what this place is called and you find the name strangely fitting. Stone statues, some crumbling and all overgrown with moss, stand lined by the path going in twists and turns. No matter where you turn cold unseeing eyes watch you. If you were the one choosing the name for this place it would be something along the lines of 'that corner nobody in their right mind would ever go close too'. Some people believe it used to be a cemetery but really it's just a meadow where someone left an unwanted statue once, and then another, and before you knew crowds of curious tourists and stupid teenagers visited the place all the time. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

So naturally it's the perfect place for a courage test. The only one at fault for this entire situation is Osamu for daring Akagi and Ginjima to go visit the site, and you for falling for his trap when he turned to you and, with that annoyingly sweet voice pretending he's a caring older brother who's just looking out for his little sister, said: “Thank the heaven yer too much of a baby to go out of the house after sunset.“

Yeah well, maybe you are and he knows it, and he also knows the easiest way to get you to do something is to tell you you don't have the guts. It's all a well tested trap you keep falling into. Walking amongst countless silent statues you want to ponder how the mice traps are always so obvious and yet the mice keep falling for them like dummies, but that would be a silly thought to have in the middle of the night and taking your current circumstances into consideration also incredibly hypocritical.

Nothing much scared you, except for Kita Shinsuke, but if you were given a chance to get help from one person right now you'd chose him. As much as the mere thought of him makes you straighten up and check if your clothes are on point you're sure ghosts and demons and other creatures of the night would rethink once or twice before coming closer to bother you. Not to be rude but he'd probably be a better ghost repellent than trembling Ginjima beside you who at the moment is being more of a ghost attractor. Can ghosts sense fear? Apparently even horses can smell fear so why would ghosts be any different? Maybe better for that question to go unanswered.

“Are ya sure we're goin' in the right direction?“ asks Gin.

“Maybe.“

“Akagi-san ya do know that's not the answer we wanna hear right now, right?“

“I'm yer senpai so I can't lie to ya,“ answers Akagi and you wish he wasn't your senpai so you could give him the well deserved kick in the shin. As Osamu would put it, getting a straight answer out of him was sometimes harder than eating udon noodles with only one chopstick. Your smart-ass replied with 'Just drink them', which was a funny response at the time, a justifiable enough reason for Osamu to slap your head, but in the end this solution didn't really apply to the libero. “We're takin' a little detour to avoid inhabitants of this place,“ Akagi says and if you didn't know him better you'd think his words were meant to reassure you.

“Ya mean the statues? I don't think they really mind us trespassin'.“

“Ah no, not the statues.“ He turns and points his torch up to light up his face. “I meant ghosts.“

“Ha ha, very funny,“ you say pretending a shiver didn't just run up your spine. Your hold on your own torch tightens.

“Skepticism doesn't suit ya Miya. There's a ghost of a little boy hidin' round here. Ever since his old house was demolished he walks around lookin' for his parents.“

“Sure he does,“ you answer and quickly change the topic because if Akagi doesn't stop you're sure Gin will climb in your arms and the question if you're strong enough to carry him is another one you don't want to know the answer to. “Where did Samu say he left the scarf?“

When Ginjima answers his voice is strangely high pitched: “By the statue of an old lady with a cat.“

Akagi nods. “We should split up so-“

“No!“ you and Ginjima half yell.

“We could get lost,“ you add, feeling heat rise on your cheeks.

“Exactly,“ Ginjima agrees, “look how many statues there are! It's a labyrinth 'round here!“

Akagi gives in without much convincing with a gleam in his eyes you really don't like because it looks suspiciously similar to the gleam Atsumu has before blackmailing you with one of too many embarrassing things he knows. “Right, right, last time I was here the cat lady was on the other end.“

“Was?“ Ginjima follows close behind and you're just glad to have you back covered.

“Statues move sometimes. Usually when no one is lookin'.“

“Funny,“ is all you say.

Still, as you continue the expedition you don't let your gaze wander around. It's not like you could see anything anyway. It's too dark! At least that's what you keep telling yourself. Anything could hide out there.

You shudder. Why did you think it was a good idea to leave without taking a hoodie? As if summer nights aren't chilly. Or maybe you just walked past a cold spot where ghosts linger. Now that sounds like something Akagi would tell you.

You're acutely aware of how close Ginjima is walking and you're glad he is. His shoulder bumping into yours every now and then and the sound of his steps are the last things keeping you from letting your imagination run free.

That's the thing about imagination. It makes the pile of unfolded clothes look like a child crawling out of the floor. It makes sitting stone statues seem to blink and turn their heads when you pass by.

When you nervously glance over at Ginjima you notice he's clenching his jaw so hard you start fearing for his teeth. He puts you at ease. As much as that is possible while walking in the dead of night around seemingly endless line of statues. If he was as carefree as Akagi you would, all your foolish pride be damned, most likely burst into tears right then and there.

The nearby bushes rustle and maybe it's just the wind, or a cat on a nightly adventure, or maybe it's something entirely different, but whatever it is lures you into making the mistake of looking over at the statues, where you catch a pale face with unblinking eyes behind long, black hair staring back at you. You scream. Jump, trip over a stone and end in Ginjima's arms, your ears ringing from the high pitched shriek you presume is his.

Akagi jumps too and points his torch around to see what made both of you finally lose the brave facade. He searches around the statues but there's nothing to be found. “It's gone now.“

“Ya sure?“

“What was it?“

“A white face and... black hair.“

“So, a ghost?“ asks Akagi and you nod, holding tightly on Gin as if your life depended on it. A sly smile spreads across Akagi's face. “See, I told ya there's ghosts.“

“Not helpin' ,“ says Gin as Akagi's words make you shudder.

Only then does it hit you Ginjima is holding you bridal style and you swiftly climb back down, still shaken and now completely embarrassed as well. You don't even dare think how much bribing will take to convince Akagi to keep his mouth shut about this. Oh, if your brothers find out they will never let you live it down.

“Maybe we should go home,“ suggests Ginjima still holding you up because your knees turned to pudding.

“Like hell we are,“ you sneer, the blood rush turning fear into burning determination. If this is what it takes to shut Samu's annoying shit mouth, then so be it. “Cat lady, right? I bet she's this way.“ You pick up your torch light and head into the wrong direction.

“Miya, we have to go right,“ Akagi calls after you.

“I am goin' right!“

“The other right.“

You turn on your heels and head into the 'other right' direction. You think you hear Akagi snicker. Step by step your sudden burst of determination and fearlessness drains but like hell are you going to show it. It's just ghosts and spooky demons and maybe some cursed children, what are they going to do? Scare you? Joke's on them, you're already scared! And cold, and embarrassed, and you just want to find that damn scarf already and go home.

It waits neatly wrapped around the cat's neck. It's eyes have an almost mocking look. As if the stone is judging you for taking on this courage test in the first place. Well, you think, it ain't wrong.

“There, now we can go,“ you proclaim when your trembling fingers finally manage to unknot the silky fabric, and as if some cruel fate or inhabitants of this eerie place watched you only a few statues away something rustles.

All three of you freeze and listen. In the distance you can hear cars driving by. A late night train stops by the station.

“What was that?“ asks Gin.

You stuff the scarf into your pocket. “Doesn't matter, we got what we-“

“Let's go check it out!“

“O hell no,“ is the first thing that leaves your mouth but for some reason Akagi thinks it's a sunny Sunday afternoon and the perfect time for a stroll.

“Let's go,“ Gin nudges you to get you to follow Akagi but you don't budge.

“No.“

“He's our senpai Miya, we can't just let him wander off.“ He lowers his voice. “He might get in trouble.“

“Let him. I've had enough of this place,“ you say and head into the opposite direction. Ginjima hesitates, casts a few lost glances between you and Akagi before he decides the prospect of something happening to you would get him into much bigger trouble. “Are ya okay?“ he asks when he catches up.

You give a stiff nod. All you want is to get away from this place.

It doesn't take long for Akagi to come running back. “It was nothin',“ he says, out of breath and smiling as always but if you'd pay more attention you'd notice he's a bit paler.

And you are about to find out why.

A white figure appears from behind one of the statues, howling and shrieking, or maybe that's Akagi and Ginjima. Your heart stops for a mere moment before jumping into overdrive. You grip your torch, step back with one leg to gain momentum, and chuck your only source of light into what you guess is ghosts head.

“Aargh!“ shrieks the ghost before it starts screaming its lungs out at you, “Are ya stupid?! Ya could've hurt me ya shithead!“ It pulls the sheet off to reveal a very irritated Atsumu rubbing his forehead where the torchlight hit him. “OW!“ he shrieks again when you kick his shin. You'd probably kick him again for good measure if another figure, this one clad in black and with an oni mask, didn't jump from behind the statues and scare you into leaping in the air. The figure laughs and avoids the kick aimed at it's knee. “Samu!“ you shriek. “This isn't funny!“

“It is a little,“ says Akagi and to his luck he's your senpai and standing out of your reach. At least Ginjima doesn't look amused by your utter embarrassment.

In an effort to regain some of your pride you pull out the scarf and chuck it into Osamu's face. “Here, yer kitchen cloth.“

“San don't speak about mom's clothes like that,“ teases Atsumu who at the stare you send him immediately takes a careful step back.

Osamu pinches your cheeks and not even a death glare stops his teasing: “Maybe ya ain't such a baby after all. But ya do scream like one.“

“Absolutely hilarious,“ you deadpan. “Who was the white faced lady? Suna?“

“What white face?“

“Don't play with me ya shit pig. The one that almost gave Gin a heart attack!“

“Ya screamed louder than me-“

“That wasn't us,“ your brothers shake their head. You don't believe them because, why would you?

Akagi bursts into laughter. “Maybe ya saw a real ghost after all!“

A... a real... ghost. The rest of you exchange uncomfortable glances.

Gin is the first to speak. “It's gettin' a little chilly. Maybe we should,“ he gestures towards the path, and you nod, enthusiastically.

“It is gettin' late. We'll hear it if we come home past curfew,“ says Osamu.

Walking away you don't want to look back but something compels you to throw a quick glance over your shoulder. Wide unblinking eyes stare as you leave, face ghostly white and almost glowing in the dead of night.

Or maybe it's just your imagination.

tag list: @espressons @trashy-simp @nachotrash @megumiisee @foxxtrot-116​

in case you’re curious, Gallery tangle is based on a real life Statue village in Japan.

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Yooo that hc/drabble you just did for kuroo and Suna was sooooo good!! Do ya think you could maybe do that again but for iwa and kenma?? if it’s not a bother 😂

Pairings: Iwaizumi x f!reader, Kenma x f!reader

Prompt: The boys have a girl best friend who has feelings for them, but the boys like y/n ( “heather”)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

a.n:  I made the girls nice bc I can’t imagine Iwa or Kenma putting up with a b word (I feel like they would just be like ‘k bye lmao’) & sorry this took so long I had a hard time w Kenma ;-; Next on the list are Oikawa and Sugawara !

I’m so glad you thought so!! I hope this is what you’re lookin for !

Iwaizumi

Iwa talks about you and doesn’t even realize he’s talking about you most of the time

But she doesn’t really say anything because he never looks as at peace as when he’s talking about you

His insecurities & self doubt go poof when you’re with him

You laugh along when he ‘bullies’ Oikawa, so it must be love

She knows she should hate you, but she can’t because you just make him so happy

Oikawa definitely knows about her crush and teases her relentlessly.

Sometimes he goes too far and she gets really pissed

Because it should be her, not you

Hanging out used to be just her, Oikawa, and Iwa

Now Iwa’s always asking “Can y/n come too?”

“She just can’t get enough of me,” -Oikawa 

He got beat up for that

Iwa leaves little notes in your locker, telling you how pretty you are or writes you little poems.

Mans is too scared to deliver them himself though, so he makes her do it.

He would make Oikawa do it, but the one time he did, the man memorized the entire poem Iwa wrote to you and would not stop reciting it for a week. 

So she’s stuck with the job

Unfortunately

She tries not to peek, but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.

Then she wishes she’d never looked.

If she were being honest though, if it couldn’t be her, she was glad it was you, though she’d never really admit it.

You actually get along really well with her.

She hates how easy you are to talk to.

Girl talk definitely happens when the boys aren’t around.

Oikawa knows this, and lets Iwa in on it too

Iwa asks her to see if you’re interested in anyone

That’s how they find out about your crush on Iwa

She had secretly hoped you liked Oikawa 

You like Iwa though (of course)

She calls him like right away to tell him because, as much as she wishes it were her, she’s really happy for you both. 

Iwa is so happy aww

Like happier than he is after scoring the last point in a game

The next day he tells you to meet him behind the gym before practice.

He confesses and both her and Oikawa catch you sucking faces 

She looks like she could scream and cry and smile all at once.

“You know, we could always go on double dates,”

“No, Oikawa”

“She wanted to know how to spike, so I had Oikawa set some balls to her, and she picked up on it pretty well,” Iwa said, leaning back into the office chair in his room with his hands resting on the back of his head, “Especially since she’s never done it before, she’s something else, I’ll tell you that,” he sighed. The girl sitting on the edge of his bed nodded, resting her chin in her palm as she listened to him talk about you, “Oikawa tried to buy her lunch today, just to tick me off,” he frowned, “That bastard,”

“Sounds about right,” she giggled, trying not to show just how bothered she was by the subject.

“I beat him to it though,” he said proudly, “She thanked me,” a blush spread across his cheeks as he recalled the memory of you.

“You sure talk a lot about her,” the girl teased, pretending the ache in her heart just wasn’t there. It was hard to listen to him talk about you. He looked so happy and content when he was rambling on about how pretty you were, or how nice you were. 

Iwa jumped out of his chair, “No I don’t!” he said loudly, “Do I?” she nodded, “Man, I just can’t get her off my mind,” he huffed in frustration, and she realized just what that meant, “Everything reminds me of her,” he was in love, “This is stupid,” he frowned. She chuckled, and he sunk back into the chair, “You don’t think she’s using me to get close to Oikawa do you?”

“I don’t think so,” she wanted to say yes, just so he’d get over you and she’d have him to herself, but seeing how happy you made him, she just couldn’t lie. She was willing to bet you liked him too.

A small sigh of relief escaped him, “Good,” he said, “I didn’t think so either, but I wanted a girl’s opinion, honestly,” 

“Well there you have it,” she smiled. 

He smiled too, but somehow she knew it wasn’t for her.

-

“So,” Oikawa grinned at the girl, “Just how obvious were you trying to make your crush on Iwa-chan?” she sighed and tried to ignore him, walking briskly through the school corridor in an attempt to get him to stop following her, “Hey now, don’t ignore me!” he whined. 

“I don’t want to talk about that, Oikawa,” she said, “It’s none of your business,” 

“Oh but it is!” the brunette persisted, “Iwa-chan’s business is my business,” he said with a signature fake smile, “Plus, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, you get what I’m saying?” She stopped in the middle of the rather empty hall, “Ooh, too far?” 

“Asshole,” she said, continuing towards her next class.

“Look, my point was that he’s got the hots for y/n, I’m sure you’ve noticed,” The brunette said, “So don’t get in the way and make things all weird,” 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said cooly.

“Oikawa? Are you ditching?” Iwaiziumi’s irritated voice made them both snap their heads towards him.

“Iwa-chan! No, we just needed to have a talk is all,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll be going now! See you guys after school right?” the girl nodded, still looking like she could punch the snarky brunette in the throat any second.

“Oh yeah,” Iwa said, “Since you’re both here, would it be fine if I asked y/n to come with us? She had plans with some friends, but they all crapped out on her last minute,” his fist balled at his side at the thought of you being ditched, “I thought we could cheer her up,” he finished. His friends looked at each other. Oikawa nodded first, then looked at the girl expectantly; she nodded too, “Cool,” he said, “Thanks,” and he walked into his classroom, not looking back at either of them.  “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Oikawa noted as he watched the girl collect the pieces of her heart, her eyes reflecting the hurt she felt somewhere deep down.

“Fuck off,” 

Her day passed especially slow knowing that as soon as the last bell rang, she’d have to face you. She hadn’t really met you yet, but it sure felt like she had by the way Iwa talked about you. She wondered if you would live up to his hype, then found herself thinking, of course you would. Hajime Iwaizumi was never one to exaggerate, so you must have truly been amazing.

She hoped to god she was wrong, she hoped to find a reason to hate your guts.

The usual trio, plus one, met in front of the gym after school. You were almost hiding behind Iwa, and the tall brunette chuckled, “She’s even shyer than I remembered!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, bowing your head a bit, “It’s just, you’re all so cool, and it’s really nice that you let me join you today,”  Oh god, you were as amazing as he’d said. Not only were you kind, but you were every bit prettier than she’d even imagined. Iwaizumi looked over at you and grinned and it made her so jealous that you could completely steal his attention with the tiniest gesture if you so desired, because everything about you was so mesmerizing, she caught herself staring. 

“No need to thank us,” Iwaizumi smiled, pushing your shoulder playfully; you blushed and she looked at you as you looked up at her. 

“Hello y/n,” she said with a smile that she wished she was forcing, “It’s nice to meet you!” 

“It’s nice to meet you too!” you smiled back. She swore she could’ve been blinded by the radiance you emitted, it was truly no wonder he had feelings for you, in all honesty she thought it might be crazier if he didn’t. 

“Shall we be on our way ladies and Iwa-chan?” Oikawa grinned, wiggling his brows at you and Iwa, who gave him a well-deserved smack on the back of the head. You giggled, “Hey!” Oikawa complained, “Don’t laugh!”

“Don’t get smacked,” You teased with a sly shrug. 

Dear god you were perfect for him.

-

“Watcha’ got there, Hajime?” the girl asked as the boy pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper from his locker. His cheeks turned pink for just a second, covered quickly by a click of his tongue.

“It’s a letter for his girlfriend!” Oikawa teased, coming up behind them, “Right, Iwa-chan?” she grimaced at the word, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at her feet.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Crappykawa!” he shouted, folding his arms over his chest in momentary annoyance. 

“Not yet,” the brunette teased, and if she were to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure which one of them he was trying to provoke, “That’s a love letter right?” Oikawa leaned in to look at the folded paper; Iwaizumi shoved him away, “Or is it another poem?” 

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up, “Shut up!” he grumbled, then turned to the girl, “Do you think you could drop it off in her locker later?” he asked her hesitantly. Oikawa chuckled to himeself, wondering how his best friend could be so casually cruel to the girl. 

“Sure!” she replied, her heart breaking to the gentle smile that spread across his lips.

“Thanks,” he muttered, handing her the paper; it was just a piece of paper wasn’t it? Then why did it feel like a weapon that could tear her apart on the inside with just a single curious glance? That lone piece of paper held the power to leave her heart in shambles. 

She nodded, “No problem!” 

How could she be so cruel to herself?

-

“So,” she started hesitantly, tilting her head towards you. In the past weeks, you’d actually grown rather close, and as much as it pained her to admit, she’d grown quite fond of you, “I’m glad you came over tonight, I know you’ve been busy with school work and your club stuff,” she said.

You smiled at her, “I know you’ve been pretty busty too, so thank you for having me!”  giving her a small wave, you opened her front door 

She nodded with a clenched her jaw, bracing herself for the words that were about to come out of her mouth, “Hey,” Iwaizumi had asked her to find out who you liked, he even made a stupid bet with Oikawa about it. He was so sure that you liked him, he swore that there was no way all those stolen glances didn’t mean anything. When he talked about it, it made her wonder why he was so blind to her feelings. 

“Yeah?” you asked, unaware of the flashing bitterness in her eyes.

She swallowed hard, “You have feelings for Hajime, right?”

You blushed and looked down, “Wow, is it that obvious?” she nodded, “Yeah,” you said, “I guess it is,” a soft smile played at your lips, “You think he likes me too?” She froze. Even though she should have seen it coming, she couldn’t help but feel unprepared to answer that question.

For more reasons than one. 

She didn’t want to steal her best friend’s big moment, he really should be the one to tell you, but it would crush you if she told you he didn’t or that she didn’t know; and that was her problem. She wanted to want to crush you, to completely leave you devastated and heartbroken so that you’d break his heart too and he’d go to her and realize that it had always been her, but she couldn’t find it in herself. Even if she could, it would never be her, always you.

You were good for him. He was more confident when you were around. When you showed up to his games, he always played better. He was happier too, smiling a lot more, especially when you laughed at his jokes and antics. 

She settled on, “Well he talks about you a lot,” with a small smile that she almost couldn’t force onto her face. 

You smiled and blushed, trying to hide your obvious excitement as you left her house without another word. 

She called Iwaizumi right away to tell him the good news.

Good news for him, at least. 

-

The next day at school, Iwaizumi was sweating buckets. Finally, the last bell had rung and he was on his way to meet you behind the gym like he’d asked, the girl following him for moral support.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he said, “I’m not even this nervous before a game,” she knew why. It was because he was head over heels for you, and even though he knew you had feelings for him, he couldn’t shake the fear of confronting you about it. Your pretty eyes looking into his would certainly be enough to make him weak in the knees, and he imagined himself a stuttering mess the second he opened his mouth in front of you; he groaned in frustration and stopped in his tracks, “I can’t do it,” 

“What?” she asked, silently hoping that maybe he’d realized you weren’t the one, “Why not?” somehow she already knew she was wrong.

Then he sighed, “She’s just so perfect, I want this to go just as perfect, but I don’t think I can do that,”

She felt a pain in her chest, “You have do do it,” she spat her words out like they were poison in her mouth, it felt wrong betraying her heart. 

Iwa nodded firmly, “You’re right,” he took a deep breath and started walking again towards the place he’d told you to meet him. He knew you’d be there, but when he saw you, Iwaizumi stopped and felt like he could drop dead any second. 

“You wanted to talk?” you asked, a glimmer of confidence in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “So, listen-”

Before he could get even a word in edgewise, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He tensed at first, but only for a brief moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

The girl watched with a heavy heart from behind the wall, her head just peeking around the corner, “Finally,” she jumped at the sudden voice, “I was scared he’d chicken out.”

“He was going to,” she grumbled as she turned to the tall brunette.

“Oh?”

“He was really nervous, but I told him he had to do it,” she explained, wondering to herself why she’d encouraged the breaking of her own heart. 

“If you love something, let it go, right?” Oikawa sighed and she realized that he’d put it better than she could have thought to at the moment.

She watched as Iwaizumi smiled and held your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs; you blushed and wrapped your hands around his wrist, smiling back at him. 

“Right.” 

___

Kenma

Kenma really likes you, but I’m sorry, he never talks about you

The only reason she knows he likes you is because one day she’s like, “don’t you have a crush on anyone?”

and he’s just like, “y/n is really cool,” 

She knows that means he really likes you 

She’s crushed but doesn’t show it because she’s scared of him finding out she likes him

She starts talking to you a lot more after she finds out about his feelings for you

Asks you to help her study hoping Kenma will join

Kenma didn’t ask her to, she just does because she knows he’s way too shy aww

She doesn’t even try to hate you to be honest, she’s actually almost excited, because Kenma actually smiles when you’re around. 

She wished he were smiling at her though

She’s really good at hiding her feelings for him

He’s lowkey jealous of how much time you spend with her bc of your study sessions 

so he confronts her about it one day

She’s like ??? You know you could just come study out with us ??? 

He says he’s not up for it but Kuroo has his ways 

Y’all have a group study session and you guys are really tense like, it’s hella awkward.

Things get a little better by the end though 

You start hanging out with their group more often after that

One day she invites you both to this arcade but then at the last minute she dips and makes up an excuse for why she couldn’t go

That was Kuroo’s idea

After hanging out one on one Kenma is like in love aww

He gets home that night to her and Kuroo waiting for him BECAUSE THEYVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU GUYS THE WHOLE NIGHT

He’s like ¿? But tells them about how it was a great time and he REALLY likes you

“we been knew”

I think she knows he’ll never like her, so I don’t think she really gets her hopes up and she doesn’t try to sabotage you or anything

It still hurt like a buttcheek on a stick when she saw you kissing him

“That should be me holding your hand that should be me making you laugh that should be me this is so sad”

“Kenma,” she asked quietly as her and the boy tapped away at a game, both pairs of eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Yeah?” Kenma replied after a couple of seconds, trying not to lose his focus on the game. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” she was trying to maybe drop a couple of hints, and nudge him towards the idea of him having a girlfriend and it being her. She hadn’t expected him to pause the game and look at her though. 

“You sound like Kuroo,” he said flatly, “Why do I need a girlfriend? It’s not like I could get one anyway,” the boy shrugged and fiddled with the controller in his hands.

She frowned, “Don’t say that,” He shrugged again, and she took the chance to dip her toes in the water, “is there anyone catching your eye though?”

“What do you mean?” He asked blankly.

“Like, a crush!” She rolled her eyes and set down the controller, “is there anyone you like?” the girl felt her heart beathing out of her chest when he smiled softly and only for a brief second.

“I think y/n is really nice, you know, the girl in out Japanese Lit class?” He mumbled, a blush spreading across his cheeks, almost covered by his hair.

“Oh!” She pulled her toes out of the metaphorical water as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach, “right, y/n,” she said, “she’s really nice!” Kenma nodded and turned his attention back to the game, clicking the play button.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued, spamming the different buttons mindlessly, too heartbroken to care about the game anymore.

“You suck,” Kenma noted.

For the rest of the time they sat and played in silence.

-

“y/n, do you think you could help me out with this question?” The girl leaned in towards your desk and pointed to one of the many questions on the assignment. Kenma watched silently from a couple desks behind both of you.

“Sure!” You said leaning closer to her; you smelled nice and that was the first thing she noticed. It was like she short circuited the moment she drew in a breath, she wondered if you were some magic creature like one she’d seen while playing video games with Kenma,“Wait, which one was it?” You asked sheepishly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Oh,” she shook herself lightly, “number nineteen,” she said, pointing to the question on the paper.

“Ah! This ones not too bad,” you smiled and went on to explain, which she only half picked up on because she was too busy staring at you, “You got it?”

She nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, thanks!”

“Anytime,” you smiled and shifted your focus back onto your work.

“See you after school, right?” she asked with a smile.

You nodded, “Of course!” For a couple weeks, you had been helping her study for the Japanese Lit midterm in the library after school. After she found out Kenma liked you, she thought it might be a good way for him to get to know you better. 

Her plan hadn’t gone exactly according to plan though, Kenma never actually stayed for the study sessions which left her alone with you. At first, she’d tried to find it in herself to be disgruntled, but you were just so kind to her, and so helpful, she couldn’t resent you, and you’d actually gotten rather acquainted with each other. 

After class, she was still packing up a few moments after the bell, and Kenma stood by her desk, an irritated expression on his face. She looked at him, confused, “Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” he shrugged as she stood up and they walked out of the classroom together in silence.

“y/n’s really sweet,” she said, trying to get him talking. He only hummed and nodded in agreement. The girl knew something was wrong, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out, and he surely wasn’t telling her, so she persisted, “you know, if you wanna get to know her you could join our study session after school today,” it felt like the millionth time she’d suggested that.

“No thanks,” he shrugged.

The girl frowned, “Well fine,” she grumbled, “Why are you so cranky?” 

“It’s nothing,” he said.

She shot him a glare, “It’s obviously not nothing,”

“Let’s drop it okay?” 

The girl looked down, “Kenma, just tell me,” he eyes were sad and she felt like nothing at all, nothing if her best friend didn’t trust her with his feelings, “I’m your friend aren’t I?”

The boy sighed in defeat, “You’ve been talking to y/n a lot, and I guess I’m just a little jealous,” he admitted, “of how easy it is for you, I want to talk to her like that too,” 

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. He was jealous of her? To be frank, it made her a little irritated that she was putting in so much effort to get to know you just so he could too, and he had the nerve to say he was jealous. She’d invited him countless times to your mini study sessions at the library after school, and he’d declined all of them; you probably thought he hated you by the way he seemed to avoid you like the plague. And as much as it pained her to know that he was pining for a girl that wasn’t her, she wanted him to be happy, she loved when he smiled, even if the smile wasn’t for her. 

“Well, if you don’t hang out with her, you’re never gonna get to know her,” she huffed, “and if you never get to know her, how do you expect her to like you back?” 

“I don’t really,” he shrugged, “I’m okay admiring from a distance,” 

She rolled her eyes, “You always settle for less than you could have,” he looked at her, “Whatever, Kenma,” annoyed, she sped away to her next class, leaving him alone and a bit confused. 

The girl was angry, and as she did her assignment during the last class of the day, she found it hard to focus. She was bothered by the fact that she’d gone so far for her friend, disregarding her own feelings, just so he had a chance at happiness, and he was completely rejecting her efforts. 

“Uh, you good?” a voice came from behind her, shaking her from her thoughts. She frowned as she turned around, “Jeez, what’d I do?” 

A sigh left her lips, “Sorry, Kuroo,” she said, “I’m just in a bad mood,” 

He hummed, “Did Kenma tick you off?” She nodded, “What is it this time, he doesn’t see your obvious feelings for him?” the boy smirked and the girl blushed, getting even more annoyed by the third year’s teasing. 

“Shut up,” the girl said, “At least I can talk to him without mentioning the periodic table,” she sneered.

 He looked at her with raised brows, “Tough talk for someone who can’t even name the first fifteen elements.”

She frowned, “Says the third year who’s taking a second year English class,”

“Touche,” he nodded slowly, leaning forward, “Look, if you want, I can talk to him,” 

Her expression shifted, “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, maybe I can talk him into going to the study thing after school,” he shrugged. The girl smiled. Though she wanted to be the one to convince him, she figured this would have to be what she settled for. 

After the last bell rang, the girl dashed to the library, waiting for you at the entrance. You smiled and waved, offering her a greeting as you both walked in and unpacked at a table. 

“Hey ladies, have room for two more?” the girl lifted her head and frowned, looking at the pair. That certainly was not the plan she’d had in mind, playing third wheel was bad enough, but fourth wheel, really?

“Kuroo, don’t bother them, see, they’re busy,” Kenma said quietly, averting his gaze from you. 

“I don’t mind!” you cheered, looking over at the girl, “As long as you don’t mind,”

“Nope,” she glared at Kuroo, and he grinned, “I don’t mind.”

“See! They don’t mind Kenma,” the black-haired boy said, taking a seat next to the girl across from you, which forced Kenma to take the seat next to you. 

“Okay,” he said dully, carefully sitting down beside you, not daring to so much as steal a glance at you. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and hurt for a moment. You wondered why he was so cold towards you, it wasn’t like you’d been mean to him, in fact, you’d tried especially hard to be nice to him during the few interactions you’d had, so it didn’t make sense. 

“y/n, can you help me with the second one?” the girl asked immediately, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked over at the quiet boy for just a moment before diverting your attention to her.

“Yeah,” you went on to explain the question and it’s answer while Kenma folded his arms and glared at Kuroo. 

“Hey, y/n,” Kuroo said. You looked up, “Kenma needs help on the fifth one,” Kenma’s glare became more intense and he kicked his friend from under the table. 

Your eyes fell on the boy and he just looked down at his paper, “Oh the analogies can be tough,” you said. 

He nodded simply, “Yeah,” 

You internally screamed at his lack of response, feeling a bit embarrassed, “So were you able to rule any out?” you asked, tapping your fingers on the table anxiously. 

“Well, I know it’s not ‘A’,” he said, still refusing to look at you.

“Okay! That’s good, so then take another look at the question, and figure out the context,” you explained, “these types of questions are all about context,”

He nodded and gave the question another look as you waited anxiously for his response, “Is it ‘D’?” he asked.

You nodded fervently, “Yeah! Nice!” A soft smile spread across his lips, and the girl across from you felt like her heart was being ripped out and dissected right in front of her. Though you probably hadn’t even realized it, you were making his day, he would be thinking about that moment for the rest of the night and she knew it; she wished it were her he thought about like that, though.

Noticing the expression on the girl’s face, Kuroo spoke up, “Hey, we’re gonna go get some drinks from the vending machine, you guys want anything?” 

“Oh sure,” you said, rummaging through your bag for some spare change. 

Kenma nodded and handed Kuroo enough for two drinks; his and yours. 

Kuroo raised a brow and smirked, “y/n, that’s alright, Kenma’s gotcha covered,”

“Oh!” you were beyond ecstatic, but you repressed the gigantic smile that wanted to force its way onto your face so you wouldn’t freak him out, “Thank you so much, Kozume!” you offered him a polite smile instead. 

Kenma nodded, “It’s no problem,” he said flatly, “you can call me Kenma, by the way,” 

You blushed lightly, but he didn’t really notice. The girl did though, and it made her lose all hope; he liked you and she was almost certain now that you liked him. 

“Well, we’ll leave you two to make out or whatever,” Kuroo teased and you blushed harder. 

“Kuroo, don’t say things like that,” Kenma said as his friends turned around. 

Kuroo laughed, but the girl could only think about one thing. 

In the six years they’d known each other, Kenma had never once paid for anything for her. 

-

It had been a few weeks since the group study session, and you’d gotten a lot closer to Kenma, Kuroo and the girl. Although the other two were nice, you had a special fondness for Kenma. Your heart raced whenever he talked to you, and when he said your name you swore you’d die of a heatstroke. You knew before that you found him attractive, but now, you had realized you were completely crushing on the boy and you thought it was obvious, but he hand’t seemed to pick up on it; if he had, he certainly hadn’t made any attempt to acknowledge it. 

A sigh escaped your lips at the thought that maybe he was just ignoring your feelings because he didn’t like you in that way. 

“y/n?” the boy mumbled. You were visibly startled by his voice, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s fine, just caught me off guard,” you had been waiting for him and the other two to show up and you had simply gotten lost in thought. 

“Uh, the others said they couldn’t make it today,” Kenma said sheepishly, “So if you don’t wanna go anymore, that’s okay,”

There was no way you were about to pass up a chance at alone time with Kenma, “No! I’d like to go still, if you’re okay with it,” it would be nice to spend time with him without Kuroo’s relentless teasing. 

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little surprised, “Yeah, it’s alright with me,”

“Cool!” You grinned, and started walking alongside Kenma. 

You were really nervous, and unbeknownst to you, so was he. Every time your hand would get too close to his, you’d both jerk away and look anywhere but each other and mumbling quiet apologies. 

“So,” you started, dreading the awkward silence that fell over you and him, “I’ve never been to this place, what’s it like?”

Kenma looked up at you, “It’s an old fashioned arcade,” he told you, a bit of excitement laced in his tone, “They have a lot of old games, I think you’ll like it,”

“I think I will too!” you said with a smile. He blushed and looked down, trying to quickly compose himself.

“Oh,” he pointed, “We’re almost there,” you could see the big sign and flashing lights and you grinned. 

As you walked in, Kenma held the door for you and you thanked him; it was a simple enough gesture, but it made your heart flutter. 

You spent hours and hours at the arcade, playing every game you saw, and competing at each one for the highest score; you lost almost all of them, but you managed to win a couple by pure luck, but with him, even losing made you happy. He also really enjoyed your time together, and you realized it was the first time you’d seen him laughing so much. 

After a long day at school, and a great night at the arcade, Kenma walked you home, and your heart felt warm when he said, “You know, I’m kinda glad it was just us tonight, I had a really great time with you,”

A huge smile spread across your lips, “I had a great time with you too,” your arms flew around him in a hug and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you pulled away and coughed, “Sorry,”

He smiled softly, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” your mouth hung open a bit as he took a shaky step towards you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time ever. You exhaled sharply, taken aback by how pretty and expressive his eyes were, “I uh...” he trailed off, breaking eye contact for just a moment, “I really like you, y/n,” he said.

You blinked a couple times and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, “Kenma,” he felt like dying when you said his name, he thought you about to reject him, so he braced himself but it never came, “I really like you too!” He smiled softly and you grabbed one of his hands, then got on your toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes shot open and fluttered shut all in the same second, “Wow,” you mumbled. He stared at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, “Oh no was that too soon?” You panicked. He just shook his head and you breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, good,”

He stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he was able to speak, “Goodnight y/n,” Kenma said, “I hope we can do that again,” a blush spread across his face and you nodded, a little giggle escaping your lips as he turned and walked away.

As soon as got home, Kuroo and the girl were waiting at his porch, “Well I think the jury’s reached their verdict, all in favor of Kenma being in love say ‘I’,” The boy furrowed his brows, “I can’t believe you didn’t notice us following you the whole night,”

“It was Kuroo’s idea,” the girl added quietly, and kenma could tell she was upset, but he couldn’t figure out what she was upset about. He chose to brush it off for the time being, too excited about what had just happened to let anyone get him down.

“Guilty as charged,” Kuroo said, putting his hands up on defeat, “So, are you guys dating now or what?” The girl nervously awaited the answer, though no matter the outcome, she knew she would be disappointed.

“Not yet, I don’t think,” Kenma said, “But I really like her a lot.”

Kuroo knew that.

She knew that.

But watching you kiss him from a distance, and hearing him say those words was a new realm of heartbreak.

“I’m really happy for you two, Kenma!”

She was happy for you both.

But she pitied herself too.

[aria-chicken-flugget]

MC reacts to The Brothers (+Undateables)

In a crop top ~ yum

For @beelzebubs1trulove and for me too ngl

*NSFW* ish / undertones - these turned into mini drabbles ?? Lol?? Sorry??

The Brothers

~

Lucifer 🔥

He freezes, his eyes narrow slits as they focus on you

“You want me to wear a what?”

You’d have to be very close to make that kind of request of him if he’s never worn one

He’s anxious it would damage his pride and so would vehemently dismiss the idea

“Luci ~” you’d lilt, winding your arms around his tense shoulders from behind, distracting him from his work

He knew that lilt. That lilt for when you wanted something quite specific. You were hellbent to get what you wanted

Consider the interest of this Sadist TM piqued as you toy with his raven locks, coyly starting cat and mouse teasing

“My answer was no.” “Was is a conditional, so that means there’s room for debate.”

He’d smirk at your coy and almost sly attitude, swiveling around so that he could grip your hips,

“You’re as troublesome as ever, twisting my words to suit your desires.” “:)”

You’d give him That Smile TM, when you wanted something. How could he refuse?

“And what if i refuse? What will you surrender to me in compensation?”

You’d bite your lip - he’s cracking, considering it

I’ll let you imagine what you’d be willing to do in compensation lol

He’d tighten his grip on your hips at the insinuation, your sweet words caressing the shell of his ear

It took everything he had not to demand payment up front, if you catch my drift

He’d ensure you swore not to tell a soul (nor demon ofc) no one. This would be private for you and no one else, or he won’t do it not even if you begged.

You’d stay true to your word, desperate to see him in the crop... you were not disappointed

You were leisurely atop his sheets when he finally revealed himself with a distinct cough, to clear his throat and make his presence known

Your jaw dropped. The Crop was an inky black and appeared to be water woven silk, one shoulder sliding down.

His cheeks tinged rouge as he brought himself to look you in the eye, a silent plea for you to say something. Anything.

You swallowed a golf ball sized lump as you rose from the sheets, approaching tentatively, finger tips mindlessly stroking the fabric

You could feel his abdominal muscles clench from underneath the satin fabric, a sharp breath in from his handsome lips

He quickly grew quite fond of your reaction to the clothing item, and how the events of that evening took a turn for the unexpected

Would most definitely wear it again when he wanted you and may try another

Mammon 💵

Makes a sound akin to a “guh!” at your request

Is certain he misheard, until you ask again

“What d’ya think ya talkin’ about, huh? Askin’ me to wear a thing like that...” BLUSH

“But you don’t mind a bit of skin, you’re a model!” “T-that’s not -“ “AND your demon form?! Hello?!” “Hey! That’s not the point!”

The point is, it’s because it’s you asking and his imagination takes him to naughty places due to your request

You’d have to wait a few days before bringing it up again, asking sweetly

He’d be unable to look at you, a blushing and stuttering mess if you tried putting your arms around him to ask

“Why’d ya keep askin’ me somethin’ like that, huh? Quit it...” you’d let go, a little disheartened

“Hey, wait!” He’d unintentionally holler, stumbling after you

As you turn back around, you thread your fingers through his snow white hair, “Come to my room?”

His Adam’s apple would bob uncontrollably as he swallowed, offering a faint nod before snapping back into his usual self

“Ya better not ask this of the others.”

He’d come to your room, bright red and at the door, unable to walk in further

You’d calm him down, casually patting your bed, “What are you doing over there? Come on.” With an easy laugh

He’s won over pretty quickly and at ease

He’s lying on his front atop your sheets, on his D.D.D when you hover over his back, palms either side of his shoulders. He freezes

“Mammon?” You’d call sweetly, brightening the tips of his ears

“Can you please wear this for me?”

You’d ask in a soft whine, making it nearly impossible for him to form a coherent thought, let alone turn you down again

Despite actually wanting to do as you’d asked from the beginning

Your arms ensnaring him in place so he can’t run away, “You’d look so good in it, you should model it for Majolish.”

He can’t get much more blushy or flustered than when you start talking to him like that, he’s a goner

He finally relents, and returns wearing the Crop you picked out for him. Your eyes shamelessly trail his perfect form, far from disappointed

His chin angled towards the floor as he flushes, he’ll snap, “Quit lookin’ at me like that, would ya?”

You can’t help it. The loose white T with tiger print looked so much hotter on him than you expected

You got it cause you thought he’d look so cute in it... which of course, he did but... his exposed torso, coupled with his lean bisceps folding as he waited for you to speak, had made it all the more difficult to do so.

You’d hum in approval, quick to slide your hands under it to make contact with his bare skin if he’d let you

If you were tactless about it, he’d growl. No touchy lol

But if you got him into the right mood, well

He’d gasp in surprise, uttering your name as you roamed his body with your hands

Fingertips ghosting over his lips to hide his vulnerability, as you grip his hips towards you

Things would get a little more heated than intended, but neither of you were complaining

Next time he was more confident and wore a mesh one for you to tear off, he did That Growl TM as you did and it sent you

Levi 👾

Oh boy haha, good luck with that lol

Reacts worse than Mammon

“W-w-wear a C-crop Top?! Me?!”

Instant nosebleed lol

You’d have to get him in the mood, boy won’t just do it out if nowhere. Ever.

His self consciousness would mean it would take A LOT of coaxing. A lot, a lot.

But he would do anything if you were having a little dom-sub play, and it was your turn to dom

Given that he was comfortable enough to do that with you anyway, what’s a little crop in comparison?

“Think of it as a little cosplay...” you’d whisper seductively, hot and damp against his ear before nibbling at his lobe

He’d almost whimper at the request now that you have him where you want him

He’d flush harder than any of the brothers, obvi

“W-what do you want me to do?” teeth sunk into his lower lip as he peered up at you, playing along. AAAAHHHHHH

Your soft hands at his chest, before slowly lifting the hem of his shirt, only breaking eye contact when necessary

He would be speechless watching you

no more hiding, no more excuses. He wants you, like this. He’s not so nervous anymore

You didnt want him to feel too self conscious, so you got him a loose fitting neon crop with a black mesh to go over it

His anxiety had melted away but he was still a little self conscious, you’d have to coax him out a bit more

Would actually really love the feel of the top and the mesh did make him feel better

You thought his body was perfect, literally God given ha ha and wanted him to show it off more

You made sure to say as much, making his heart swell.

you wet your lips at his new clothes, making him flush harder and his hands creep to his face again

You gently removed his hands from his face, “Don’t shy away, you have a perfect body... i love it”

May day may day Levi is dying from loss of blood at the nose

Similarly to Lucifer, you may have to coax him with some promises of gameplay/concert tickets/cosplay and roleplay

“Does... this mean I get to see you in one too?”

His dominant side comes out real fast when you wear a teasingly revealing number, crop and thigh high stockings

He is a goner

Just the thought of someone else possibly seeing you this way darkened his expression

You are in for a wild night w this Dark Horse TM lolol

This side you didn’t often see exhilarated you

You silently thanked your idea for the crop tops

Stay safe kids ahha

Satan 📚

His face would flush, hand flying to his chest, “Excuse me?”

Careful Satan, your Lucifer is showing

You’d thread your fingers through his hair as he’s reading. It’s a risk, sometimes he melts into your touch - other times, well -

“If you’re trying to please me, you’re doing it all wrong.”

His blonde brows would frown, before going back to his book.

You’d huff - what to try next? #Take2 I guess...

You’d hum, sinking onto his lap to straddle his thighs. He’d tense his frame from under you, fingertips whitening on the book he held between your chests

He’d blush, unable to look at you for a moment as you’d try asking again,

“For me? Please?” Voice up an octave to sound cute, rubbing soothing circles into the taut muscles at his shoulders

“Why would you want me to do that?” He’s flushing harder now, less resolve in his voice. Bingo.

“I think you’d look really good...” fingertips trailing to his bowtie, eliciting a nervous chuckle from his throat

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, human.” He almost stuttered. Your seductive eyes would meet his with a coy smile, “please?”

“You really are cruel.” He’d say so quietly as though admitting to a great sin. Your teasing would stop immediately, smile faltering

With gentle fingertips you’d encourage his chin towards you, sincerity in your eyes, “What’s wrong?”

His brilliant emerald orbs searching yours, “If we were to do what you’re insinuating, i’d want it to be more.”

You gasped, realisation hitting you like a smack to the face. Your form relaxed above him, gently carressing his beautiful face,

“What makes you think that I don’t want more?”

You’d brush your lips against his in a gentle carress, winning him over

He’d have to be close enough/comfortable enough in your relationship to do it for you

He feels vulnerable without clothes covering him quite well, even in his demon form

So he’d want you to keep this private and would find it really hard to forgive you if you betrayed that trust, especially to Lucifer

Knowing this, the first time he tried it for you you’d helped him pick out one that was loose, comfortable and longer in the sleeves - revealing his lower abdomen in a tease.

It was green to match his eyes. His eyes searched yours for your thoughts.

The first thing you wanted to do was graze your hands at his exposed hips, his breath caught at your actions

“You look ... so sexy.” You’d praise in a hoarse whisper, he’d make a choking noise

Quickly gaining confidence as your hands roam tentatively at his hips, he’d smirk

“You better enjoy this whilst you can, I won’t be doing it again.”

You’d find a way to convince him into it again, dont worry lol

Asmodeus 💋

Bold of you to assume he isn’t wearing one right now

You two have just come back from a well deserved shopping spree ‘for making it through a particularly boring student council meeting’

Asmo’s wearing a crop that barely covers his chest, skin tight, revealing his perfectly sculpted shoulders

He said it was “‘cause it was hot that day!” even though there is no sun in the Devildom

You two were on your way back to The House of Lamentation when he caught you stealing surreptitious peeks

He’d smirk, “Take a photo of me, it’ll last longer.”

You’d laugh, but your blush would give you away

He’d shift his bags to one hand so that he could hold yours, “Come on, honey - it’s time for our fashion show.”

You’d ask him to go first just so you could gawk at him and his stupidly perfect body

He would not complain - even though you’d already seen the outfits, you wanted to see him in them again

If you were feeling particularly confident, you’d pluck out the small bag containing the crop you bought for him as a surprise

He’d squeal with delight, “Ooh for me? What is it?” You’d deny his snatching grasp with a teasing tut, “It’s a surprise - i want you to wear it tonight.”

His eyes would glaze over with anticipation as he’d hum, shifting slightly, “Watch what you say, you know anything can set me off.”

You’d giggle and he’d add with a pompous air, “If it’s ugly, i’m not wearing it.”

When night came and you’d revealed the crop, he gaped. He was very pleasantly surprised.

It was a maroon, lace number, long sleeved and high collar - it was surprisingly high fashion

You thought I was gonna give him some BDSM leather didn’t you? You cheeky thing you

He slid into it effortlessly with another hum of approval, “ooh i love it, thank you.” Planting a chaste kiss to your cheek

Warmth spread through your chest, he must really love it if he wasn’t trying to immediately come onto you

He flushed, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hand. His adams apple bobbed as he shifted, “You always know what to do to drive my heart wild, don’t you?”

You’d plant a sweet, lingering kiss on his soft lips and share a surprisingly tender night with him

Variety is the spice of life after all, so he had many many more crop tops to satiate your curiosity

“Your turn ;)”

Beelzebub 🍔

Has probably worn a cropped, sleeveless hoodie to work out in

He doesn’t show off his body but is far from self conscious, he works hard for what he’s got

When you ask him to wear one, poor baby won’t see it that way

“Uh, sure okay, why not?”

Would whip out a cropped T-shirt and change infront of you, honey i know, i feel hot just thinking about it

He’d turn to you with That Smile TM coupled with his sweet chuckle, “‘Like this one?”

You’d probably get him to try a bunch on just to see him change lol

If he had the time, which for you he usually did, he’d have no problem being your doll to play dress up with lol

Literally would just let you dress him, as long as the boy has a snack he’s gucci

You quite liked the sleeveless hoodie crop, knowing he works out in it gave it that edge

He’d be comfy, smiling brightly as he’d wrap his big arms around you

You aren’t complaining, you get to feel those abs lolol

If you were feeling confident, you’d roam your hands under the hem, or your hands would wander south -

He’d flush, brows raised slightly, suddenly realising where your thoughts were headed

“So you really like this one, huh?” He’d smile, palms resting comfortably at the small of your back

You’d nod, chewing your bottom lip. His smiling lips would meet yours sweetly, before scooping you up in his arms

Your legs around his waist like a koala, you’d smile, tugging at the drawstrings, “I wanna see you in this more often.”

“Come to the gym with me.” “Lol no.”

“I’d rather see you out of it anyway.” He’d blush as he held you, whispering your name like a blessing

He’d be loving and tender, surprisingly flushed as you’d worship his toned form under that crop

You’d have to try to keep cool if he wore it out, not only would it attract a lot of attention but he wouldn’t really realise

Jealousy wouldn’t really be the problem, it would be more to do with you not gawking at him all day lol

He’d ask you to wear one for him, too, making you flush with anticipation

Would tug at it with his teeth.

You explode

Belphegor 😴

You’d tend to the flyaways of his thick bangs, his head on your lap as your soft hands lull him to sleep

“Belphie?” “Hmm?” “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.”

You’d grow quiet, teeth sinking to your lower lip as you suddenly felt anxious to ask

He’d prop himself up with a yawn, at attention with dark brows,

“What is it?” It can’t be that bad, he thought

You’d realised as you were in the quiet if that attic that you’d only ever seen him in loose fitting and soft clothes

Your flustered cheeks would grow warmer at the thought of him in a tight crop...

His fingertips would caress your chin as gentle as the breeze, the depths of his eyes swimming, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

You’d eventually utter, “I was wondering if you’d wear something for me... just to try it.”

His brows would raise in surprise, that wasn’t what he thought you’d say at all

At your darting eyes, he quickly melted into a suggestive smile, “What is it you want me to wear?”

His expression would harden slightly as you said ‘tight’, but he was surprisingly willing to hear you out

When you showed him what you had in mind, he was surprised once more, “huh... this one?” “MmmHmm.” “Sure.” “:D”

He’d shrug, much like Beel he’d have no qualms changing in front of you, which surprised you some

You were not complaining though...

It was an off the shoulder number, tight but not constrictive, just well fitted. Perfectly

You found yourself having to slam your jaw shut after gaping in surprise at his lean torso

He appeared almost bored until he noticed your state, his hand creeping to his cheek, “Like what you see, MC?”

He wanted to hear you say it out loud

‘Cause Damn... yes, yes you did like it

You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, getting more than you’d bargained for - your imagination didnt hold a candle to the real deal

“Come here.” He’d beckon, tearing you from your reverie

He’d hold you close, somewhere in your mind you’d register that you hadn’t seen this much skin of his... your cheeks heated at the thought for some reason

“I want you in one.” He’d say unabashedly, eyes pirecing yours

You’d gasp, trying not to think of a double meaning

His hands would roam your body with a hum when you did, rather enjoying it himself - suddenly understanding the appeal

Would tear yours

~

I hope you enjoyed these as much as i enjoyed writing them lolol - when i do the Undateables lol stop it i will link the posts! Due to the nature of these HCs, i will NOT be posting for Luke, obviously. I’ll probs edit these but have them for now! ✨

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

Re: the prompt post: 19, 13, 7 (any!)

7. “You’re a terrible liar.”

December 17th. 1971

John and Paul had taken Julian up to Liverpool; they were staying at Mendips for Christmas, hoping to capture some domestic bliss away from the chaos of being a former Beatle, as well as letting Julian get to know his external family a little better. Since the divorce, Paul had encouraged John to continue seeing Julian most weekends, dropping in on weekdays too, and more recently, start taking Julian for most of the holidays. Cynthia didn’t mind so much, she had a new partner she was seeing so it was nice for her to be able to take a break from Jules every once in a while.

John had in fact almost drifted away from his own kin at one point, but Paul insisted he maintained some sort of relationship with him. His problem was really that he didn’t understand children, he couldn’t relate to or connect to them. A psychologist could spend hours searching the index of his mind, but why bother? What it all amounts to is simply that though John wanted to be able to connect with kids, he just didn’t know how. Paul on the other hand just understood how to interact with kids. Perhaps it was boyish charm ever present in his spirit, but he just understood them far better than John ever could. Still, perhaps they balanced out well as a couple.

Paul unlocked the door to the home - he’d just from his dads, visiting some family. He didn’t bring John with him today (though he would in a few days’ time), because his father still wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement – though he’d have to get used to it, because John and Julian weren’t going anywhere.

“‘M back!” He chirped, shaking the snow off from his shoes.

“Were in ‘ere Macca…” John called out – his speech was slightly slurred, so that of course provoked a few questions in Pauls mind.

Entering the living, he couldn’t help but notice the bottles of beer scattered across the table. His lips plastered into a small grin as he asked, “Have you been drinkin’ love?”

“No…” John denied cheekily. Putting on a faux queen’s accent, he added, “I most certainly have not.”

“Well, I dunno about that. Think all those bottles might suggest otherwise.”

“They’re not mine.” John said with an attempted nonchalance. He was acting as though they were still teenagers, getting caught bunking school only to pop off down the pub.

Turning to Julian who lay upon the carpeted living room floor, Paul said, “What do you think Jules? D’you think yer da’s been drinkin’?” Jules nodded his head with cheeky grin overstating his face, “I saw him!” he said.

“Oi - I told ye not to tell on me!” John snapped, though with no real anger in voice.

“John, it has to be said, yer a terrible liar. I mean, yer truly crap mate.”

“Yeah, well, I never would’ve been caught if Jules hadn’t told on me.”

“Christ John,” he looked around him just to ensure a certain someone was not following behind him before continuing, “im not Mimi, im not gonna tell you off you know.” He picked up the shopping he had bought – Mimi had asked for a couple things – and as he walked into the attached kitchen, he joked, “Besides, think you might be old enough to legally drink by now.”

Following him into the kitchen, John started, “So what’d ye get up to with yer da’ then?”

“Nothing much y’know; just catching up with him and Mikey.” Paul said casually as he unloaded the shopping in his bags onto the table. “Mike’s girl is pregnant, d’you know.”

“Boy or a girl?”

“Dunno yet. They’re hoping for a girl, but they don’t mind so much either way. Da’s girl, Angela, is excited to have some grandkids on the way though.”

“Yeah, well – she might wanna lower her expectations for us. Don’t think we’ll be pushing out any of our own anytime soon.”

Paul dismissed this, continuing, “She’s lookin’ forward to meeting Jules in a coupl’a day’s time.”

John appeared to ignore this, asking with a smirk and sly rhetoricism, “Yer dad still doesn’t like me, does he?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say he doesn’t like you, but y’know,” Paul whipped him a smile as he continued unloading the bag, then added, “don’t think you’re his favourite Beatle.”

“If only you’d gotten with George or Ringo,” John quipped back sarcastically, as he made his way through the small kitchen, over to Paul. He placed a hand on Pauls waist, and brought his other hand up to his hair, to fiddle flirtatiously with the dark locks. “‘M sure he’d be content enough for you to marry either of them.”

Paul let out laugh, “Don’t think he’d be too happy with me marrying any guy to tell you the truth. ’Sides, don’t think George or Ringo would want me.”

“Definitely not George.” John joked back, still twirling his fingers through Pauls hair.

“That reminds me actually, I wanted to give him a ring soon. Wish him merry Christmas and that.”

“We’ll do that later…” John said as he angled Pauls face, bringing him in for a kiss. With some tender passion they kissed in the ever-familiar kitchen, embracing the delight of domesticity - but shortly after, they were sternly interrupted by a shrill from Mimi of, “John, I will have none of that in my house.”

Pulling away from Paul, he groaned, “Alright, Mimi,” though his tipsy voice still remained relatively unburdened. Paul stood there smiling, and fidgeting with Johns hands until Mimi said, “That goes for you too Paul. None of this silliness in my house.”

John just rolled his eyes in response, “Like a bloody boarding school in ‘ere.” he whined, but Mimi ignored the retort.

Dragging Paul into the living room, he kissed him once more as he pulled him down onto the sofa. They made out a little, embracing one another like adolescents, with Paul resting himself on half on the sofa, half on John’s lap – and John entangling his hands around his lover’s legs.

But Paul, being the more responsible of the two, broke away at last to ask, “Where’s Jules?”

“Why’s it matter?” John moaned.

“I don’t want him to see us like this.”

“He doesn’t bloody care!” John insisted.

“I bet he does - how’d you like to walk to walk in on yer own dad neckin’ it with someone?”

“I have walked in on me dad neckin’ it, and I didn’t give two shits-like.”

“Yeah, well, Jules is different,” he added a mocking, “plus, Mim’s isn’t standing for any of yer ‘silliness’ now.”

“Always eager to please the in laws aren’t ye Macca.” John said defeatedly, as Paul crawled away from his lap.

***

Look, I dont even care that its June. I like Christmas. I wanted to write a Christmas fic. I dont even care, im shameless!

Also, ive got quite a few other requests and like, im working on them I promise, but I always like to put in effort y'know so who knows when they'll be out haha. But ill try get another one out today <3