#yes i cried about it a bit bc i was already in a run down state but im back baby!!!!!!

[huellitaa]

confidence is when your friends suddenly ignore you but you don't bat an eyelid and instead become the mysterious pretty girl with the high grades and the pink books

[meo-eiru]

Breaking my lurker status (forgive my english I don't speak the devils tongue/j)

1.-I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO SO SO MUCH PLSSS-- you write so good and you draw even better it's so fun to see a notification pop up bc it also means I can see the silly people that also like your characters just as much as I do! I find it so cute to see all the different ways people live this characters I love it💥💥

2.- I beg of thee, to spare a crumb if One Eyed monster once again (when you have time bc remember to rest, eat and drink aguita💥), I've been OBSESSED with that one since I saw your first post about him, I just find him so endearing!

Like imagine scene! He is just so head over heels over by us but be doesn't have the courage to come talk to us, but oh! What's this? We are going out of our way to talk to him? HE MUST BE DREAMING! And we are just gushing over how cute he looks with his hair covering his face bc it makes him look so tiny and sweet that we can't help but reach to touch his face and in his daze we move just a little bit of his hair and he only notices that we have seen his full face when he can see more clearer (bc having so much hair in front of your only eye must never tough) and he just PANICS-- like just completely and utterly scared that he takes off running already crying and thinking that we will never wanna see him again and that we are disgusted by him, he only stops in an alley far away to catch his breath.

But in his break down he fails to notice how we ran after him, yelling for him to stop, following him to the alley and seeing in a front row seat how he is just completely broken saying between sobs how we'll hate him now.

But we never had hated him to begin with, we found him cute at the start so we got close to him, and when we saw that big doe-eye it was like staring at the most beautiful star in the sky, we would never hate him after all.

He doesn't hear our steps towards him, he only reacts when he feels our hand lightly touch the top of his hair, his head snapping up to see who it was, his heart almost jumping out of his chest when he sees it's us, both with joy and sorrow, I mean, we are probably there to mock him right? To tell him how ugly his one eye is and to tell him we never wanna see him again, after all,

¿If not for that why else would the one person he loves more than everything be there before him after seeing his one eye?

When he only manages to babble a weak - why? Here? You...Huh...? -

But we don't say anything, we just kneel down and hug him, holding him close, letting him cry in our shoulder, with one of our hand rubbing comforting circles on his back and the other petting his hair, waiting for his cries to stop.

When they do all we say is a simple couple of words, almost got loud enough but just for him to hear, leaving his once broken heart renewed and beating so fast he feels he might have a heart attack.

- You are even more beautiful than I could ever imagine... -

Something so little to anyone else, but something so big for him that he doesn't think his fragile heart could take anything else.

But he doesn't need anything else, he only needs this,

He only needs you

(I propose the name Jade for him, ¿why?, bc when I first saw him I related him with one of my favorite gemstones💥)

-Yummy-

Oh my god this healed my soul, improved my grades, my eyes and skin are shining, world peace is happening, global warming ended and there’s no longer world hunger.

It just means so much to him, he’s so different from everyone else, he’s a monster. There’s no way you could love a creature like him who can’t even talk to you directly without exploding from nerves. He’s not handsome, he’s not charismatic, he’s not funny, he’s just a stalker who’s too pathetic to breath the same air as you.

Only thing bringing a bit of solace to him is the fantasies he has about you. Holding hands, going on dates, watching movies and cuddling, you saying you love him even if he’s a monster… Yes fantasies, such a thing can only happen in his fantasies.

So what’s happening right now? Is he dreaming? You’re so warm he can’t think straight. You think he’s beautiful? This can’t be real surely he misheard you. He can’t talk from the tears rolling down his eye. Please forgive him for getting your shoulder wet. He’s so just so, so happy right now. All he can do is hug you back and sob as he prays this is not just a dream.

[peachesofteal]

I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Heyy could i have a Rocky and Mordecai (separately) with an insecure fem!reader? Maybe they find her crying one day bcs of that and they just comfort her?

Thx

A/n: I am very sorry this took me forever

•Rocky Rickaby•

It was your muffled sobbs that caught his attention, Rocky never liked it when you cried because that meant someone hurt you. Tilting his head to the side, he spotted you with your arms wrapped around your knees.

"Whatcha-"

"Am...am I ugly Rocky?"

Kneeling down beside you, the tom nearly cracked his head under the table where you were hiding yourself. "What a silly thing to say! You're the prettiest gal in the city! Hell I reckon you're the prettiest gal in whole Universe."

Sniffling, you let out a small laugh as you quickly brushed away your tears. It was hard to return a smile when his was so infectious. "That's such a silly thing to say Rocky...you don't know every woman."

Shrugging his shoulders, he smiled at you as his ears twitched. "I don't need to! Not when I already know what perfection looks like."

Letting out a few more sniffles, you gave him one last smile as you slipped out from the table. "Wanna grab something to eat?"

"Ha! I'm never one to turn down food, especially when it comes from you." Rocky gave you a wink grasping your hand as he tugged you towards the entrance. He never asked who upset you, he did not have to.

He would always make you feel better again, now he just hopes that the bastard that upsets you likes to walk. Cars are so easily damaged.

•Mordecai Heller•

"Poor thing is upset about something...won't tell me who though...you better make this right Heller. Hate to see someone as cute as her upset." Serafine waved him off as she walked away.

Rolling his neck, Mordecai bit back an annoyed grunt as he made his way towards you. You weren't looking at anything in particular but he could see your makeup had run down your face. Fixing his tie, he quickly made his way towards you. While he may bot admit it, Mordecai hated seeing you get upset. He always felt like he couldn't do anything.

"Why are you upset?"

Adverting your gaze, you sniffled as you wrapped your arms around yourself. "I..."

Swallowing you adverted your gaze shaking your head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Was it him again?" Mordecai didn't have to hear you mutter out yes, he already knew the answer to it. This bastard has been harassing you for a while. "Thought so."

Standing up, Mordecai slipped out his handkerchief as he started to clean off your face. "You shouldn't listen to what that buffoon say's he does not know what he was talking about....he never does."

Leaning into his palm, you gave him a weak smile as you stood up. "Really?"

It was the faintest of smiles, one that he would ever deny but he could not lie to you. "Really, now how about we head out for a walk. I find fresh air really helps clear my mind."

Nodding your head, you slipped out of the chair. You two walking out of the little hut. Keeping his gaze ahead of him, Mordecai knew what he had to do. This was the last time that bastard hurt you.

[nanawritesit]

Obey Me! Dateables: Dating a fem!MC with a Kid (Platonic w/ Luke)

Characters: Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon

TW: mother!reader, light cursing, kissing, mentions of food, Solomon suggestively calls reader mommy bc he’s Solomon

Y/D/N = Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N = Your son’s name

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Diavolo:

You were walking up the steps of the palace, your suitcase in one hand and your tiny daughter’s hand in the other. After you and Diavolo had made your relationship official, he insisted on moving you and your daughter into the palace. The brothers were sad to see the two of you leave the House of Lamentation, but knew you’d be well taken care of at the palace. Diavolo would make absolute sure of that.

“Dia!” your daughter cheered as you entered the palace, releasing your hand and running up to your boyfriend.

He chuckled and knealt down with his arms stretched out to catch her, then lifted her up in the air and twirled her around. “Hello my little princess!”

You smiled warmly at how affectionate he was with your child, making your way over to them.

He shifted your daughter to rest on his hip, holding her with one arm, and wrapped the other around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And hello to my beautiful queen.”

“Diavolo, we’re not even married yet.” you laughed.

“As if that diminishes my affection for you.” he scoffed playfully.

“Dia! I want to see my new room!” your daughter cried, tapping his shoulder repeatedly.

“Okay, okay, let’s go upstairs!” he decreed, motioning you all up the grand staircase.

“What about the rest of our stuff?” you asked. There was still a full truck full of your belongings that needed to be brought inside.

“The movers will bring it all in love. It’s alright.” he chuckled, taking your hand.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being waited on.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I will!” your daughter declared. You both laughed at her enthusiasm before walking down a long hallway to your daughter’s new bedroom. Diavolo set her down and opened the door, flourishing his arm to show off the room. You and your daughter both gasped.

“Oh my gosh! I love it!” your little girl squealed, running inside.

The bedroom was a little girl’s dream. There was a huge pink lace canopy bed, a wall of stuffed animals, a walk in closet full of pretty clothes, a tv and gaming area, and a chest chocked full of toys.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s enough to start out.” your boyfriend beamed next to you.

You whipped your head around to gawk at him. “Are you kidding? This is more than enough. In fact, she doesn’t need all of this.”

“Yes I do!” your daughter refuted, jumping up into her enormous bed.

You were about to argue, but Diavolo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked into his eyes which were sparkling with sincerity. “We’ll talk about it later.” he whispered.

You nodded, sighing as you looked around the room. Of course, you wanted your little girl to have the best, but you also didn’t want her turning into a spoiled princess.

Later on, after unpacking all of your belongings and eating a fantastic dinner served by Barbatos, you had put your daughter to sleep and were unwinding in your new master suite with Diavolo. He was undressing at the bed and you were going through your nightly routine at your vanity.

“So, can we talk about you spoiling my daughter rotten now?” you laughed, only half serious.

“Yes, my love.” he smiled, removing his tie. “I know it’s a bit much. But I just want you guys to have the life you deserve.”

“We already do Diavolo.” you grinned, turning around to face him. “We’re healthy, and happy, and we’re together. That’s enough.”

He smiled affectionately, walking over and kneeling down in front of you to grab your hands. He looked you in the eye before he continued. “If you’re worried about her becoming a spoiled brat, don’t worry. There’s ways we can teach her to be humble and have gratitude. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll remain kind and compassionate towards others.”

You blushed slightly at his compliment, looking down at your lap. “I just don’t want her thinking that the life I gave her before wasn’t good enough.” you practically whispered, voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, my love…” he sighed, gripping onto your hands sympathetically. “That won’t happen. One day she’ll understand the sacrifices you’ve made for her in the past. But she’s just a girl now. I promise you, everything will be okay.”

“Okay, I believe you.” you exhaled with a small smile.

“That’s my queen.” he praised, kissing you on the forehead. He then hoisted you up from your chair and carried you over to the bed. You were giggling and feigning protest the whole time, until he tossed you into the bed and crawled over top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, the last one being on your lips. “I’m going to take such good care of you both. I promise.”

You sighed in contentment, ruffling his auburn hair. “I love you so much, my wonderful Lord.”

“I love you too, my beautiful queen.”

Solomon:

“Solomon! Mommy!” your son cheered when he saw you walk through the entrance of his daycare. He began to run over to you with his arms outstretched.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, kneeling down to catch him. You picked him up and placed him on your hip, looking at him with an affectionate grin. “Did you have a good day today?”

Your little boy nodded, then glanced between the two of you. “Did you guys have fun at school?”

Solomon chuckled mischievously before answering him. “Yes we did, especially mommy.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder lightly. “Hush, Simeon! He doesn’t need to know about that.”

“About what?” your son asked you curiously.

“Nothing honey, come on, let’s go.” you told him, making your way out of the day care with a snickering Solomon slinking behind you.

“Mommy made something explode in potions class today.” Solomon blurted out, catching up with you on the sidewalk. You whipped your head around and glared at him, setting your son down.

“Really mommy? That sounds so cool!” he marveled excitedly.

“It was not cool, honey…” you explained, brushing his hair out of his face. “Mommy needs to brew a successful potion in order to pass the class.” You grabbed your sons’ hand to cross the street, and he instinctively reached for Solomon’s at the same time. He always wanted to be between the two of you so you could swing him up in the air.

“Well, Solomon’s a good sorcerer!” your son giggled between jumps. “Why don’t you have him teach you, mommy?”

“Yeah honey, why don’t you?” your boyfriend teased, glancing over at you with a shit-eating grin.

You bit your tongue to keep from snapping at him in front of your child. “Because, dearest boyfriend of mine, I want to pass the class on my own. I’m never going to be a good sorcerer if I always have to rely on Solomon.” you explained through gritted teeth.

“Well, I think you’re a great sorcerer, mommy!” your son praised, looking up at you admiringly. “But there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help.”

You winced at how sweet your little boy way, kneeling down to take his face in your hands and place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Y/S/N. You’re so sweet and helpful.”

“He gets it from his mother.” Solomon grinned, smiling down at you with sincerity.

You looked up at him, trying to hide the smile that crept its way up your face. You then turned back to your son. “Come on honey, let’s go get some dinner.” you told him, taking his hand and leading him down the sidewalk.

“Or I could make us dinner!” Solomon suggested.

“NO!” you and your child both exclaimed in unison. The three of you all stared at each other blankly for a moment, then burst out into laughter.

“Mommy, can I run to the end of the street?” Y/S/N asked you. You nodded, letting him run off excitedly.

“So, are you going to let me teach you that potion?” Solomon smirked, putting an arm around your waist.

“Fine, fine, you can teach me.” you sighed defeatedly, leaning into his touch. “But I get to decide what we do after.” you winked suggestively.”

“Of course. Anything you want, mommy.”

Barbatos:

Barbatos walked into his bedroom to see his two favorite girls in the entire world curled up in his bed fast asleep. He slowly crept over to your side and sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face as he admired your sleeping features. He then gently leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you shuffle awake.

“Good morning, my darling.” he smiled warmly, placing a hand on your cheek. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Awh, you didn’t have to do that, darling…” you pouted affectionately, placing a hand over his.

“It’s alright, really. With Lord Diavolo away on business, it’s no trouble making breakfast for the three of us.” he reassured you.

You rolled over and shook your daughter awake. She sleepily squinted open her eyes, glancing at the two of you. “Good morning mommy. Good morning Barbie.”

You both chuckled at her nickname for him.

“I’ve made your favorite blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, Miss Y/D/N.” Barbatos told her with a grin.

“Oh yay! Thank you Barbie!” she cheered, immediately springing up out of bed and running to the kitchen.

Barbatos laughed at her antics over his shoulder, then turned back around to face you. He opened his mouth to suggest following her, however he never got to do so, as you had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down on top of you, crashing your lips against him.

“What was that for?” he asked, cheeks turning a shade of light pink.

“For being such an amazing boyfriend, and treating my daughter so well.” you told him with a smirk.

“You don’t have to thank me for either of those things.” he grinned sincerely, shaking his head slightly. “I consider them a privilege.”

“Don’t speak too soon. I think Y/D/N wants to have a tea party today.” you giggled, pushing him off of you to get out of bed.”

“Hey, I happen to think I look fantastic in a tiara and a feather boa!” he shouted behind you, chasing you down the hall playfully. You squealed as you ran away from him, until he caught you and twirled you around in his arms. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, yelling away slowly.

“Can you guys please stop kissing and come eat breakfast with me?!” your little girl scowled from the entrance to the kitchen. You both just chuckled, letting Barbatos carry you into the kitchen and plop you down in your chair next to him.

Luke:

“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Asmo whined from the doorway. You glared over at him, your son still in your arms.

“In a minute. I need to say goodbye to my little boy.” you practically hissed.

“I’m sorry…” he pouted, backing off. “But Thirteen has the limo waiting outside!”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” you told him, softening slightly.

Asmodeus and Thirteen had insisted on taking you out for a “girls’ night’ saying that you worked too hard and needed a night of fun. You were happy to go, although you were a little nervous about leaving your son for the night. However, the fact that Luke offered to babysit made you feel a lot better. The two were practically best friends, and Luke was highly responsible with him.

“I’m here!” Luke suddenly chimed from the doorway. He took in your glamorous appearance for a moment. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”

“Awh, thanks Luke!” you smiled, standing up and adjusting your dress. “Your timing is impeccable, I was just about to head out.”

“Hi Luke!” your son cheered, running over to him and hugging his knees.

“Hi Y/S/N! Are you ready to have some fun together while mommy is out?” Luke asked him, patting his back.

“Yes! You can go now mommy.” your son instructed, pushing you out the door.

“Okay, okay, one second baby!” you laughed, gripping onto the doorway in protest. “Thank you so much for doing this Luke. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble at all! I love this little guy!” the angel beamed, waving to you. “Now go have fun!”

You had a great time at the club, until it was time to leave and Asmo and Thirteen were shit-faced. You were sober of course, being immune to the effects of Demonus, and had dragged them back to Purity Hall with you. You decided it would be too hard to get them back to their own separate houses and threw them into your guest room together. After tucking them in, you made your way down the hall to Luke’s room.

You slowly creaked the door open and tiptoed in to see Luke passed out on the bed next to your son. Ever since you arrived in the Devildom, your son didn’t like sleeping alone. Luke knew this, and offered to have a “sleepover” with him in his bedroom so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed asking to sleep with him.

You smiled affectionately at the sight of the two of them so peacefully asleep next to one another. You crept over to the bed and placed a small kiss on both of their foreheads. “Goodnight, my sweet boys.” you whispered. You then walked across the hall to go knock on Simeon’s door and ask if you could bunk with him for the night.

Simeon:

“Alright, wash your hands sweetie!” Simeon instructed, placing a stool against the sink for your daughter to stand on.

“Okay Simey!” she replied, hopping up to do as he said.

You smiled as you tied your apron around your waist. Simeon had bought matching ones for the three of you specifically for this occasion.

Your daughter was obsessed with Simeon’s baking. To her, his desserts were the best in the universe. And she honestly wasn’t wrong. A few days ago, while you were all eating the cupcakes he made, your daughter asked if he could teach her how he made them. Simeon, who absolutely adored your daughter, was happy to oblige, and now that it was the weekend, here you were doing so.

“Mommy! Wash your hands too!” your little girl instructed you.

“Okay, I’m coming!” you chuckled, tying your hair up quickly before rushing over to the sink.

“Alright, are we all clean?” Simeon asked, drying his hands. You both nodded. “Okay, let’s move over to the counter and start on the batter!”

You scooted your daughters’ stool over so she could help, placing her between the two of you. Simeon began going through the recipe, teaching your daughter how to measure the ingredients and carefully dump them into the mixing bowl. You were the designated mixer, stirring the batter after each addition.

“You’re a natural, Y/D/N!” Simeon praised your daughter as she measured the sugar all by herself.

“Thanks Simey!” she replied, a happy grin wide on her face. “Mommy’s doing a good job mixing too, isn’t she?”

“Yes she is.” Simeon smiled, looking at you overtop of her head. He shot you a playful wink, making you blush slightly.

“Do you want Simey to teach you how to crack an egg?” you asked your little girl, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Yeah! He does it so cool!” she cheered, glancing over at Simeon excitedly.

He couldn’t help the flustered grin that made its way onto his expression, chuckling as he grabbed the egg carton. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. But it takes a bit of practice to do it well! You have to tap the middle of the egg on the edge of the counter, hard enough to break the shell but light enough so that it won’t explode. Then, you dig your thumbs into the crack and pull the shell apart, letting the egg fall out.” Simeon explained, doing the steps as he said them. The egg landed perfectly into the mixing bowl, making the two of you gasp in awe and applaud him. He did a little bow while laughing, then handed one to Y/D/N. “Your turn.”

“Yay!” your daughter exclaimed, lining the egg up with the end of the counter.

“Just be careful sweetie, don’t-“ you started, but were interrupted by the egg splattering all over the counter. “Hit it too hard…” you sighed in defeat.

“I’m sorry Simey…” your daughter said meekly, glancing up at Simeon with wide, teary eyes.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetie, really!” Simeon reassured her, grabbing a washcloth to wipe up the egg. “You should’ve seen the first egg I ever cracked. Mine exploded so bad that it ended up on the ceiling of Archangel Michael’s kitchen!”

“Wow, really?” she giggled, wiping her eyes with her arm.

“Yeah, really! It’s okay, hardly anyone does it right on the first try.” he explained, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll do the egg cracking just this once, then you can try again next time, okay?”

“Okay Simey!” she smiled. “Can I mix them in, mommy?”

“Sure, sweetie.” you told her, handing her the mixing spoon. Once she was occupied, you looked over at Simeon with an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” you mouthed silently. He nodded with a grin, cracking the rest of the eggs.

Once the batter was done, you poured it into the cupcake liners and placed the tray in the oven. Then you told Y/D/N she could go play for a little bit while you and Simeon washed the dishes.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you told him, elbows deep in soapy water.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled, glancing over at you as he rinsed a plate.

“You’re so good with Y/D/N. She absolutely adores you.” you explained. “And so do I.”

He pouted affectionately, setting down his dish to pull you in for a hug. He kissed the top of your head lovingly, then each of your cheeks. Finally, he took your face in his wet hands and placed a kiss on your lips, deepening it slightly at the end. “Well I absolutely adore you guys too. I’m the luckiest angel in the world.”

You grinned at him lovingly, then leaned in for another kiss. You didn’t care that your cheeks were wet, or that you were getting soap on his apron. Right now you were simply lost in your love for him.

“The cupcakes will be done soon, love...” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours.

“No, I think they need a few more minutes…” you refuted, pulling him back down by the collar to crash your lips against his once again.

[j-nope-not-today]

Can you write the tmnt 2014/2016 boys getting married to their so?? Im curious how the boys act when it is their wedding day and when they see their so in a beautiful dress in their colour🥰

TMNT reaction to getting married

A/n: hello! Thanks for requesting! I didn't put anything specific about the dress just so everyone can imagine their own thing.

Raphael

Well my oh my don't you look absolutely gorgeous

He's gonna try his best not to drool over you

Bc honestly you've never looked better to him 🧎

So for starters

His proposal..

Oooh boy was it an absolute train wreck of a proposal

He thought he had it in the bag

And then he looked up at you

And he fucking broke

Guarantee you he'll stutter and almost drop the ring box

But don't worry.. Raph is smooth so he pulls through

By an absolute fucking land slide, but he pulls through

Obviously you say yes

So here we are

Wedding day...and honestly he's nervous

More than nervous..I think he'll probably need a pep talk from his brothers to pull through

Cries when he sees you

Omg I can see it now. The music is playing and you start walking down the aisle and you look at him

And he is just in absolute fucking tears. Hand over face.

You know those kids that snot all over the place when they cry? Yeah that's Raph

Just overcome with emotions

But once your there in front of him he pulls himself together for you.

God he just feels so lucky

Leonardo

Hello beautiful 😍

Man is already whipped so you can bet he's gonna have a bomb ass proposal

Trained doves.

Yeah that's right I bet you anything he's gonna go all out and have doves fly out when he gets on his knee

Of course knowing Leonardo it probably isn't gonna go as planned so they'll probably not fly out on cue

But otherwise he's gonna make sure it's picture perfect for you

When the wedding day does come

He's gonna be a little stressed which is going to lead to him probably seeming a little bit like a jerk

But the moment he sees you.. everything falls into place for him

He gets all smiley and stuff

When you get up to the alter he's gonna whisper to you how beautiful he thinks you look

Compliments left and right your gonna have to tell him to shut it so you can hear the preacher guy

But my god doesn't he feel like the luckiest guy there is

Donatello

Speechless

He's rendered absolutely speechless

Because my god your...the most perfect looking person there is..

His proposal..it was probably somewhere quiet

Just the two of you..

Maybe watching a movie..or having a small dinner in his lab..

And he honestly doesn't even plan it

It just pops out

"hey y/n..we should get married?"

And so..you do.

He isn't much for being super sentimental in my opinion

So he shows it in other ways besides touch and words

You get a super beautiful ring and I can bet you anything he has the inside engraved with something sweet he's said to you before

Something stupid like: "your the only person I would let have the last poptart"

But you know he means well and despite what anyone says he can be super sweet..

So when he sees you walk down the aisle..I think it would be the only time he would let his emotions run the show.

Tears up. Holds your hands when your at the alter

And probably gives you the most heartfelt..most sentimental speech in his entire time of knowing you

Yeah..Donnie feels like a pretty lucky guy having you around

Michelangelo

Look at you...looking all cute

He absolutely gushes over you..

His proposal is probably..I don't know..chaotic? Yet extremely touching

Probably orders a heart shaped pizza..and the pepperoni's spell out 'marry me'

Classic Mikey move..but it's touching

You probably won't even guess it's coming.. it's just like any other night

He tells you to go open the pizza on the counter and grab a slice

And when you open it.. that's what your met with

And when you turn around..he's on one knee..ring in hand and a dopey smile on his face

So on your wedding day..he's giddy..not an ounce of nervousness in him

He just knows your it for him..your the one

So what does he have to be nervous about?

Cheesy ass smile the moment he sees you walk down the aisle

And man oh man does he make sure you know how fine you look

Probably doesn't give the best vows..he's not one for speeches..but when your alone..he'll be sure to tell you how happy he is

Lucky is an understatement for Mikey

He feels blessed to have you

[callsigndragon]

You never asked | Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Summary: Mickey has a secret. He didn't want to hide it. It's just that nobody ever asked.

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x fem!reader

Word count: 976

Warnings: fluff. domestic fluff. and i dont want to say anything more bc spoilers

A/N: So this is probably the beginning of many drabbles... Because i literally fell in love with Mickey Garcia, and I have the power to create all the content i want.

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox  @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74

(if you want to be tagged in everything TGM, let me know <3)

@purplevortexx this is the first appearance of our latina queen. Her time to shine has come.

Mickey Garcia had a big secret. Well, it wasn't a secret. Nobody had asked him if he was married. And he just didn't share that tiny detail. 

He loved his wife. More than words could ever express. They met in high school, she was the new member of Mickey's D&D club. Well, it wasn't his club. He was just a member, just like her when she joined. Mickey swears that when Y/N walked through the doors of that small, messy basement they used as a club, he knew. 

That was the girl he was going to marry. 

He asked her hand in marriage when his training period in the Naval Academy ended. She said yes. He laughed, she cried. 

Life was good. 

Every time Mickey was deployed, Mickey's grandma, Camila, took care of her. Abuelita Garcia had a room prepared for her nieta (granddaughter) and tried to feed her every time Y/N was a bit sad or missed Mickey. The wizzo loved that his family adored his wife as much as he did. And he also liked how Y/N's cheeks were a bit chubbier whenever he came back from deployment, due to the big amount of tamales that Camila made her eat. 

"Camila wants me to gain weight. She said I'm too thin, and I need to eat more, so I can be a good mom in the future," Y/N told Mickey in one of their FaceTime calls. 

"Amor, she literally told me that every day for the first 18 years of my life" he answered, chuckling at the thought of Camila filling his wife's plate with more tamales. 

"That's where the cute cheeks come from!" 

"I don't have cute cheeks" he whined. 

"Whatever you wanna say, babe" 

-

Mickey had missed his girls a lot during the uranium mission. He didn't want to bring Y/N with him, knowing that he was only going to be there for a few weeks, then he'll be back home. 

But now that the mission is over, and he is staying in this base for a while, he needs to tell the squad that he's married. 

He can imagine Phoenix's face already. 

"So, my dear buddies," says Rooster, setting down his beer. "I think it's time to know more about each other's lives. You know about my life already but… i don't know anything about you" 

"I mean, we only know about your life because this mission was more like a soap opera than a life-threatening experience" Bob jokes, grabbing more peanuts. 

"Bob, you're not as quiet and shy as I thought you'd be," Hangman comments, moving to play his turn at darts. Phoenix is trying to beat him, even though it's virtually impossible. 

"I never said I was. You just saw a guy with glasses and thought that he would be the average quiet kid that sits at the end of the class" the wizzo retorts. 

"Which you totally are," Phoenix affirms. 

"Hey!" 

Mickey smiles, knowing how much Y/N would love to be with these amazing aviators. She is such an amazing woman… Mickey can't wait for the squad to meet her. They keep talking and sharing parts of their lives, and just when it's Fanboy's turn to speak, a little, dark haired baby girl runs into the bar, looking around and trying to find the person she's been missing for weeks.

"DADDY!" the little girl yells, sprinting towards his father, her curls bouncing up and down at every step. 

Fanboy, recognizing the voice of his little girl, kneels down, opening his arms for his princess. Once she's secured in his dad's arms, Mickey gets up, looking at the dumbfounded aviators in front of him. 

"Did she just call you Daddy?" Coyote questions, looking between baby Garcia and Mickey. "You know what, don't answer. You're identical" 

"Yeah, nine months inside me, and she grows up to be her father's spitting image" Y/N says, appearing next to Fanboy. "She missed you so much that we had to come early" 

Mickey looks at his wife and then at his daughter, not surprised to hear that his pequeña princesa (little princess) couldn't wait more to see him. She is daddy's girl. 

"Mi princesa, ¿no pudiste esperar más?" (My princess couldn't wait longer?)

"Daddy, I missed you so much," the little girl pouts, looking at his father with the same big, dark brown eyes she had inherited from him. 

"Cam, amor, ¡sólo tenías que esperar dos días más!" (Cam, love, you only had to wait two more days!) 

"That was too much time," she protests. 

"Pendejo que no piensas saludar a tu abuela o qué," says a woman standing behind Y/N. The very same woman his daughter got her name from. (Idiot, are you not going to say hi to your grandma?)

"Oh my, abuela. I didn't see you there!" Explains Mickey, a bit scared of his grandma's reaction for not hugging her. It doesn't matter how much of a grown man Mickey is. He would always be a bit scared of his grandma. 

"Who are these people, hmm? And why are all of them so skinny! Look at this girl." Camila pinches Phoenix's cheek. "You have to eat more! I have tamales in the car, do you want some?" 

"Jesus, abuelita. Don't do that to my friend." 

"Payback, why aren't you fazed by this?" Hangman's words make the whole Garcia family laugh, just then moving to hug Cam and kiss her chubby cheeks. "I'm the godfather." 

"You mean to tell me that you knew that Fanboy is not only married, but a father, and you never shared any of that information with the rest?" Rooster exposes, feeling really, really betrayed. 

And as if Fanboy and Payback had rehearsed the answer for hours, they both say it at the same time. "You never asked!" 

[sugar-omi]

i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3

[rosenallies]

any sashnarcia pregnancy or baby fluff 🥺???

here’s a bit more baby fluff bc lowkey I’m just coming down from a pregnancy scare bebdbevsjdj anyway <3 here’s like idk some little short snippets of baby fluff bc I couldn’t think of one prompt that was longer than a paragraph or something dbebeb

——

“Do you think he loves us already? The way we love him?” Marcia spoke softly, cradling baby Kai in her arms as he slept against their chest, comforted by their steady heartbeat.

Anetra smiled fondly, brushing some wispy baby hairs from his forehead before she leaned down and kissed him there gently. “I like to think so, what do you think, Sash?”

“Well, I read-“

“Of course you fuckin’ did,” Anetra teased, earning her a glare from Marcia and Sasha at once.

“Language, Neech, we don’t want his first word to be a bad word,” Sasha chuckled, “anyway, as I was saying, yes, I think he loves us just as much as we love him. I read that even though they don’t have words to verbalize their feelings yet, babies can feel and understand to an extent emotional attachment. He needs us.”

•••

“Sasha,” Marcia whispered, poking Sasha in the side to wake her, “wake up.”

Sasha lifted her head, bleary eyed and exhausted, something they’d all been for weeks since Kai was born, though no one would change it for the world. “Huh, is it my turn to get up?”

“No,” Marcia shook their head, “listen.”

Listening closer, Sasha then heard it, the soft whispering from the baby monitor.

“I never thought I’d be a Mama,” they heard over the monitor, Anetra’s voice softer than either of them had ever heard it, “my Mama wasn’t very good to me, someday when you’re older I’ll tell you about it, but you’ll never have to worry about that, I promise. I love you so much.”

Hearing Anetra, who’d been so worried that the baby would hate her or that she would struggle to feel connected to him due to him not sharing her genetics, talk to him so calmly and softly about her own childhood brought tears to Marcia’s eyes. So what they’d cried over everything since the day Kai was conceived, this one was warranted significantly more than the tears they’d sobbed over Dairy Queen running out of Reese’s pieces one time for the milkshakes they craved while pregnant.

“She had nothing to worry about,” Sasha smiled, tenderness blooming in her chest, “she’s perfect with him.”

•••

“Come on, say it one more time! ‘Ma-ma’ ‘Ma-ma’,” Sasha cooed, the camera poised over Kai in his high chair after Sasha swore up and down he’d just said Mama for the first time.

“Maybe he’s camera shy,” Anetra giggled, “it he didn’t really say Mama and it was just baby babble.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Not if he’s anything like me or Marcia,” she whined, turning her attention back to the baby as he giggled, hanging on his high chair in delight, “And I swear he said it! Come on, baby, show mommy! ‘Ma-ma.”

He only continued to giggle, like he was laughing at her.

“Dammit,” she muttered, shoving her phone into her pocket and huffing, sitting beside Anetra at the table, “maybe he didn’t really-“

“Mama!” He suddenly spoke, clapping his chubby hands together.

“See! He said it! He said Mama!” Sasha got up and cheered, lifting him into her arms and kissing his cheeks in excitement, capturing it on camera be damned.

[writeshite]

OMG luce is back at it BOOOOOM. DO I KNOW WHO TO REQUEST FEO: no. Do I know it'll be angsty af? YES! Should I keep writing my own ff instead of writing Requests? Kinda. Also I just stepped on my MacBook and i think its dead- NYways enough from my life :)

Of course it's gonna be for morphy again, cus I love that man.

So. There ist this one guy, who cheated death in Greek mythology (wikilink) . So my Idea is that there is someone on earth who does the same, best woul be to set it in the mid 18th hundred bc of the clothes, I love the clothes.

Death had been chasing that boy for like a while, but genuinely cant discover him and when she does reader always runs away. So she asks dream for a bit help, and the the good lil brother he is, he agrees to help. He and Lucien read through nearly all the books in the library, dont find that boy in the dream books though, but they find his diary.

Morpheus reads through it and starts sympathizing with the reader, so he visits them. They argue and he starts liking them more. The rest be urs :D I just cant put things in words rn. <\3

I really loved how u made my other Request in a wonderful fanfic so... I thought why not Request again.!

Greets Luce ~

One More Lifetime Won't Kill Anyone

Summary:

“You wouldn’t like what comes after,” she warns. The prospect of eternity is hard enough as an immortal being, but as a human, it could drive one mad - grief is but just one of many things you’d have to contend with.  You consider it but then ask, “I won’t like what comes after,” you scoff, “if you’re so adamant about getting me to come with you, make me,” you challenge. She sighs, “You won’t. You’re almost too human, too kind,” you tell her, “and for that, I am thankful.”

Pairings:

Morpheus x Male!Reader

Tags:

Angst | Fluff | Mild Smut | Inspired By The Myth Of Sisyphus | Evading Death | Discussion of Death & Mortality | This Author Regrets Nothing

Words: 3182

Author's Note:

You will not believe the amount of math I had to do for this.

Death first crosses your path at eight. The plague traveled through the village - the doors were sealed days prior, windows shut, and with no contact with the outside world, your grandmother’s body was still fresh. Still on her bed beside her, your cousin was slumped; she’d stopped hacking out blood and could barely speak; the bile gathered at the corner of her lips; every so often, she would reach out her hand, and you’d curl even further in the corner. The house stank of sick, and your stomach provided a reminder you were still alive. 

When people passed, they’d mutter prayers; the plague doctor came once a day; when you responded to his calls, he would tut and leave you, ignoring your protests. You used to pound at the door, but with your energy lacking, you only begged. When Death came, she was kind. Your cousin took her hand and stood anew - dead, but anew - your grandmother followed suit, and then she turned to you. You shook your head, though; you couldn’t die; you were healthy; the ailment had yet to curse your veins.

“I’m sorry,” she comforted you. She directed the three of you from the house - you the only one corporeal - Death led from the village, the path evened out, bumps vanishing, and people fading away. The light, as it would come to be called centuries later, shone brightly. The other two were ecstatic that or had already resigned themselves to their fate; you, on the other hand, were terrified. Eight years old. Eight years old, and you turned away from Death and ran. Away from the light. Away from the village. You ignored her calls, covered your ears when your grandmother cried out for you and pleaded you return to paradise.

Like every child, you thought the forest was a perfect hiding place. The bramble pierced your feet, branches grabbing at your clothes; you stumbled through a shrub, and the ground vanished beneath you. Pulled down by gravity, you fumbled down the cliff, body contorting as it spun; the aching pain of your neck breaking was the last you felt before you died. That should have been the end.

Your village is barely what it was when you return, twenty years passed, and the old path was all that was left. The plague had done its work, and after, the lord of the land - the smell of burning flesh festered, but you ignored it through your work. The makeshift tombstones had taken the better half of a week to make; with no knowledge of Latin, English, or any of the upper languages, you’d elected to carve - as best as you could - your family’s faces. You’d erected them far from the main path, secluded beneath an old peach tree, “Sorry about running off back then,” you muttered.

You hadn’t stuck much near home; scared Death would be waiting; the first few days after not dying had been painful, your neck resetting itself slowly, all the while, you could barely move. Stuck staring up at the canopy, praying Death wouldn’t stumble across you. You’d survived on stealing from the carriages and people that passed through the woods - a hefty reward had been set up after you’d stolen from some noble, but it was well past disregarded. “Is it nice up there?” you asked. “It’s just, I remember how you would speak of the afterlife, and I —” sometimes, in the lowest moments, you regretted running, wishing you could follow along. 

Ale did well to stifle the thoughts, leaving you curled in on yourself as you cried; they were few and far between. You shook your head, “ —never mind.” 

“It depends,” another voiced. You turned, and there she stood, Death, “You look tired,” she observed.

“Usually, people say hello,” you quipped.

“I suppose you’re right. Hello.” She comes to stand beside you, “They’re happy, by the way, a little angry about you running off.”

“Understandable.” You don’t exchange much more small talk before she brings up the glaringly obvious matter of her visit. You step away when she holds out her hand, “Please, you’re long overdue,” she says, reaching out again. But you back away, shaking your head; she calls out your name, not a warning, more cautiously, as you look ten seconds away from bolting.

“Yes, well, I’ll have you know I’m doing quite well,” you tell her.

“Are you?” she asks. And you huff in response, brushing off her hand and bidding the graves your goodbye; you walk fast. Your feet carry you as far as they can; you hear a sigh, then the sound of footsteps; she’s gone when you look back and right in front of you. You halt, “Don’t fight me on this,” she pleads.

You back away, “I’m not going anywhere with you; you can’t make me.”

“I don’t want to —”

“Then don’t.”

“You wouldn’t like what comes after,” she warns. The prospect of eternity is hard enough as an immortal being, but as a human, it could drive one mad - grief is but just one of many things you’d have to contend with. 

You consider it but then ask, “I won’t like what comes after,” you scoff, “if you’re so adamant about getting me to come with you, make me,” you challenge. She sighs, “You won’t. You’re almost too human, too kind,” you tell her, “and for that, I am thankful.”

She lets you go, perhaps agreeing with your statement, but you don’t stop to ask; you run, barely stopping in the woods. You gather what you have hidden away among the trees, weave a new persona, a new life, and stow away on the first ship you can. A modest thing, the inside is damp and cold; you’re sure the captain knows of your presence - judging by the wrapped bread thrown over the crates you hide behind. Death is there sometimes, sat atop the crates; she often glances down at you, offering her hand once in a while, but you turn away, huffing stubbornly.

“Morpheus, I’m your favorite sibling, right?”

The endless in question glances over at Death; she’s laid back, face pinched in irritation, and eyes shut, “Usually, I would say yes, but I feel there’s some sort of baggage to it this time.”

She rubs her temples, “There’s a human —”

“ —Hob?” Morpheus interjects.

“No, not him, another one. He doesn’t, he ran away from me, and no matter what I do, nothing I say will convince him to pass.”

“What does this have to do with me?” he asks. She sits up, and he already knows he’s not going to like this.

He most definitely, does not like this. 

Not the favor, more so the lack of results. The library has nothing on you; he finds your family, friends, and even your village but nothing on you. Lucienne is far luckier; she resurfaces from a mountain of books, a worn-up journal in hand, and on the cover is your name; the first few pages are your childhood - dreary, at best, the plague doesn’t make for such happy moments - after it’s muddled, the writing is a mess. A few pages are caked with dirt and leaves. One even was just soaked in blood. 

“Oh dear,” Lucienne mutters, “It appears the poor boy hasn’t had a very happy life so far –is that seawater?” The next set of pages are just wet, though not too much, as they manage to read some of the writing.

Death came for me again; we had a bit of fun this time, though. The captain got sick of me stowing away in his ship and put me to work…………never peeled so many potatoes in my life…………three days…………don’t know what I’ll do…………

I accidentally married……………………count……………………shit……………………

Morpheus chuckled at the accidental marriage bit; he’d love to hear that story firsthand. “He sounds lovely,” he remarks.

“No matter what I say, you’re going to visit him, aren’t you?” Lucienne notes, and he voices agreement, already leaving the library.

Walking through dreams - not that he doesn’t already do that - your dreams are strange; most people in this century dream of riches, wealth, usurping those above their stations, but you, you dream of a little house with two other people and nothing eventful. 

“Hand me that, dear.” One of the other people, an older woman, she’s making stew, she’s always making stew, and she never eats it. Portioning what little there is to an adolescent - face often blurred and uncertain - and another child. “Oh, no, no, I’m alright. I had some of the bread; I’ll be fine. Eat up, dear; we don’t want you catching the plague so thinly looking.”

“It’s rude to trespass into other people’s minds.” The scene trickles away and is replaced by a void.

“How do you know I am trespassing?” Morpheus asks, “I could be a figment of your imagination.”

You chuckle, form appearing before him, “I doubt my mind could conjure a man of such beauty.” He smiles a little, “A man whose name eludes me.”

“How can it elude if it was never given,” he counters, “You look rather different from what Death described; shouldn’t you be sickly?”

You huff, “It’s been twenty-nine years of running from her, things are bound to change, and when you live so long, well, things get easier.”

“Then why dream of a shabby little hut?” 

“We’ve barely been acquainted, good sir,” you respond.

“Is that an invitation?”

“If you like.”

He very much did - not that he’d admit it to himself - and left the Dreaming, finding himself in the countryside; you’ve done quite well for yourself, looking healthier than you had when Death had last seen you. Your new home - correction manor house - is well spaced, with rolling fields all around, well kept, and very few staff; it’s quite isolated - a home fit for someone undying.

“You don’t look that different awake.” You say from behind him, the reigns of a horse in hand, “In fact, I’d say you look quite average.”

“Insulting me won’t do much to change the subject of my visit.”

“I suppose not,” you hand the reigns over to a waiting stableboy, “shall we?”

“You walk like a noble.” He comments, it’s not that hard to do, really, nose stuck up, face passive, and arms behind your back, you’ve got it down quite well. “You also seemed to have adjusted quickly to —what’s your title?”

“Count,” you reply, relaxing back on the armchair, “What of you? Associate of Death, what title do you hold?”

He chuckles, “I’m no associate, rather a brother fulfilling a favor, and as for a title, Lord of Dreams seems to be universal, but I prefer Morpheus.”

He asks for your name in return, and you give it; you’ve never seen the need to change it with the turning centuries, “Now then, Morpheus, why has Death sent you to my doorstep?”

“She didn’t,” he admits, “her favor required less involvement on my part.”

“And what sort of involvement would that be?” you inquire.

“I’m not quite sure yet,” he responds; you’ve both seemed to have shifted in your seats, leaning closer to the other, “Why? Are you proposing something?”

“Morpheus, we’ve only met. What do you take me for?” You feign innocence, placing a hand on his chest, and push back the lapel of his coat. You’re not sure who leans closer, but you find yourself holding him close, his hands holding your face as you fall to your bed. Clothes were discarded somewhere between the move from where you’d sat, and you didn’t bother to think of them now. Morpheus lowers himself, head nestled between your legs; you grasp him by his hair as he swallows your cock - your moans echoing in the room - he kisses along your thighs when he comes off it, dark eyes glazing back up at you.

Your back arches when he draws an orgasm from you, your legs loosened by the feeling, and you spend many hours finding endless ways to bring each other pleasure. You lie next to Morpheus, “I’ve quite enjoyed your involvement, Morpheus.”

He grins, “I doubt Death will; I’m certain the favor was to garner insight into you.”

“Oh, I think you’ve done that well enough,” you tease, and he sighs, a slight pout to his expression; you roll him onto his back, “let me give you some more insight.”

“Would you like something to cover that up, my lord?” Lucienne jests.

Morpheus is going to keep walking with dignity; he is going to ignore the blatant hickeys along his skin, the flushed look on his face, and his tussled hair. He is also going to ignore Lucienne’s smug little smirk and Death’s glare as he strides past them.

The age of enlightenment, they’re calling it. Rubbish. Traipsing around the world like they own the place, the age of entitlement is more like it. You chuckle at your own joke; your fellow counts and noblemen had been appalled by your commentary, angry that a member of their own caste would say something so indecent. The Renaissance had been no better, but at least you’d had Leonardo, a genius he was, immortalized in so many ways - you’d barely left your manor house after returning from his passing, and she’d been there. Death, gaze steady as you held his hand, “You could follow, come with,” she offered once more.

“I doubt he would; he’s a stubborn old man,” Leonardo had said before Death guided him away.

You’d left his assistant, Salaì, to his matters, then retired to your home - many of the friends you’d come to know had either passed or gone senile; their children and grandchildren had grown weary of you, “You’ve never aged a day,” they’d say, and you’d shrug, dismissing the conversation.

“Is this seat taken?”

You glance up from your mug of ale; the foam is long gone, and the taste is stale, “Of course, who else would I be reserving it for?” you quip. It’s still strange to see Morpheus among humans, they don’t seem to register him as anything other than a man, but after the years you’d spent avoiding Death - and distracting him - you’d come to know how to pick out otherworldly beings from a crowd. The endless dons 18th Century apparel befit a nobleman, his hair held back and a grim expression on his face - perhaps concern. You’d be remiss to dismiss him; he’d become quite the shadow over the years, especially today - the anniversary of your family’s death - morning hours at the grave, evening hours at the bar. 

He placed a hand on your glass before you could take another swig, “It’s still light out; at least let me get through a few glasses before you cut me off.”

“I did, last year, and we woke up in another country,” he reminds you.

You laugh, “Oh, don’t pout, Morpheus,” you pout back, over exaggerating all the while, but he doesn’t budge, and you groan. “You’re no fun; you know that? Can’t you let me live out my dreams?”

“Getting blackout drunk is your dream?”

You purse your lips and nod, “Today? Yes.”

“This isn’t healthy,” he chastises you, and you scoff.

“Says who? I’ve lived a long life; I deserve to kick back and drown myself in alcohol,” you tell him, running a hand around the rim of your glass, you haven’t had enough to get you drunk, but you’re on the edge of tipsy. You brush his hand away and knock back the rest of your drink, a satisfied smile on your face. “Cheer up, Morpheus; I’ve got enough dread to endure today.”

“There are other, healthier ways to cope with grief.”

You almost laugh, snickering at his statement, “Oh, please, what do you know of grief?” You ask him, “What could a creature of eternity know of suffering?” you seethed.

“I know well of suffering,” he defended, “I’ve lived far longer than you could ever imagine.”

You scoffed, “Suffering? You hold more power in your hand than anyone could fathom, and you think you could grasp the finite pain that boils through me?” You turned to him with a breathy laugh and the onset of tears, “You walk among gods; I hide in their shadows. Our suffering cannot be compared, perhaps you have suffered, but could you ever comprehend the mortal toil that stains my world?”

“You think my life free of turmoil,” he sadly mused.

“Is it not? You do not fear Death; she is your sister. You do not experience hunger; it is beneath you. You do not suffer thirst, illness, or fear. Your immortality was yours from birth, mine, a once fortunate accident.”

“You’ve become resentful of me.” It’s less of an observation; your journal entries at the library have become more haphazard than before, and a few unfinished sentences mention him, but without context or elaboration, what else is he to assume but the worst?

“Oh no, not you, more so myself….my stupid, cowardly self….” you lament, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. Your memories of the past, before this mess, have become hazy, your dreams have no faces, their voices carry in the distance when they speak - never clear, never certain, you’ve forgotten what so many people sound like by now, “My mind’s become forgetful,” you tell him, “I can’t remember anything that well anymore, well, except you I suppose, but then again,” you brush your hand against his, “you are a constant aren’t you?”

He smiles a little, “Always.” He accompanies you back home, and you lie atop him, mind muddled and slumber stricken; he watches over you when Death approaches. She stands by the bed, face painted with disappointment. 

“You can’t keep doing this, Morpheus; I asked for your help; falling in love with him isn’t doing that.” Death lectured.

Morpheus glanced down at you, “He needs me,” he argued.

“Does he? Or do you need him?” she counters. “I know you’ve come to care for him, but he is spiraling; you saw it. How many more years do you think he’ll manage before he goes mad?”

“He won’t. I’ll be there; I’ll always be there,” Morpheus proclaims.

The 21st Century is rather strange; technology has excelled beyond what you’d ever imagined; despite the choice of travel, you’ve elected to return home, close to the site of your long-gone village. A site now in the hands of a museum, alongside your family’s gravestones, they’d taken down the peach tree, excavated, and placed everything else behind a glass pane. You’d put off buying the land for decades, the area had never been popular, so interest was never an issue, but now, glancing at the exhibit, you felt everything and nothing all at once.

Unlucky victims of the plague….

You couldn’t read it without scoffing; what business did they have digging up the gravestones? You feel seconds away from buckling, and as you’re about ready to do so, a hand slips into yours; you hadn’t heard Morpheus approach - mind you, you could barely focus on anything - he lightly tugs, and you turn, hiding away in his embrace.

End Note:

Originally, I was gonna have this end so sad, but then, I decided to be kind. 🙂 Stay Hydrated.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

If we are sharing experiences I can share mine. I broke up with him after 5 years. I left the country, so no running into each other. I broke his heart - and I broke mine. I cried myself to sleep for 4 months every night. I am also one of the least emotional people I know. No drama, always just rational. I watched one of those terrible over-the-top cheesy and unrealistic rom-coms one afternoon and I ended up crying my heart out on the floor in front of the couch.

I had to end it, he was treating me badly. It took me half a year to finally make up my mind and do it after countless attempts to save the relationship. When I broke up with him he gave me the ring. He had been days from asking me to marry him. I had worked my soul out of my body to 'fix' our relationship and he hadn't even noticed that I had been unhappy. After the break up I didn't see him for half a year and we talked only very rarely. That was the point when I felt like I was truly done with the situation. I could move on happily. We met a few times to sort out our stuff and all was well. I loved my freedom and was living my best life. We met one last time and I was in a particularly good mood. The week after I went on holiday to my fave city for a week. And all I could do was think about him and that last meeting. I had been so great that day and I had felt invincible and it somehow fucked up my brain and here I was thinking about the guy I was already over for a year. Well, I fell in love with him again. Badly. I don't fall in love often and I was really thrown off by it. After deliberating it for a month I thought I could give him another chance and I called him. Well turned out he had a new girlfriend. Just like that. To go through everything again the second time around was wild. This time more a mental fight. I really went a bit crazy at times. But I learned so much and grew massively as a person. Now I am just happy that I didn't get back with him. But it took me 2 years, in the end, to truly get over him. Now I can listen to our songs because I had to learn they are my songs as well. Sometimes if I really feel like I can still bath in the nostalgia but now it is all conscious. I know that he will forever be a part of me and it feels strange. I haven't talked to him in years and do not want to really. I hope he is happy and that he found someone he truly loves and vice versa. The most difficult thing for me breaking up was that I didn't just lose my partner and my best friend, but also all my dreams and plans for the future got shattered. It felt like someone had cut a part of my identity out of my body. But then as horrible as it all was (and it was one of the hardest things I ever went through) looking at the wonderful person I am today I wouldn't change it for anything. I am so proud of myself that I took my time and processed it properly, that I treated him with respect through it all and that when I needed it and couldn't trust myself and my emotions I took even extra time. I didn't see anyone else in those two years. Some might say I was hung up or smth but I know that for my mental health I needed to work through it properly and that I wasn't ready yet for anything new without being crystal clear in my head and heart about that relationship (I personally do not enjoy casual hookups). And now I can talk about him and praise him and our amazing relationship and it doesn't feel wrong because I know that it was, it was quite incredible for the time it lasted. But I am also fully contend that it is no more. It had its time and I am ever grateful for it!

Oh yes, and writing things down helped. And walks in nature.

thank you :'( :'o what a story. i'm so glad that you got out so well on the other side. so content and understanding of it all. i'm in awe. "Now I can listen to our songs because I had to learn they are my songs as well." that hit me, bc even if we didn't share songs to be "ours" there are a lot of songs i connect to memories with them and atm i still struggle listening to them. for a moment i was afraid it would be like that for h and l but those songs are luckily mine in the first place, and my experience of them was always mainly personal. but for those other songs, yeah. they're also mine. yeah. and the part about the best friend and the future... yeah. that was something that i couldn't deal with, and something i also struggled with in the past. it's something i will struggle with forever, i think: the way a person can be with you for such a fundamental, deep, long part of your life and then suddenly be gone. all of my heartbreaks so far really hurt me most like that so far. but this one is obviously different bc to me there was such a build already towards something deeper and long-term.

thank you for sharing <3 it makes me feel so much better to feel connected with you all, to feel supported. lots of love and hugs <3

[herofics]

Hello , this is my first time requesting so i hope i'm doing this right , can i pls request tamaki with an s/o that is reaaaally sensitive but hates crying in front of others bc she thinks she is burdening them with her problems / she has gotten scolded over crying so easily bc "crying wont solve anything" so she just kinda tries making excuses to go cry somewhere else and then returns like nothing happened and tries to deny she was crying when it's painfully obvious she was ? sorry if its way too specific , but thanks in advance , have a great day /night and remember to drink water

I was planning a scenario for this at first but I couldn’t come up with anything I was happy with so HCs it is, hope you don’t mind

•You always try not to cry in front of people, because you don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and you hate feeling like a burden to others

•Tamaki doesn’t like crying in front of people either, especially if he isn’t super close with them, but if it was with Mirio, Nejire or you, he probably wouldn’t really mind

•You crying would never make Tamaki uncomfortable, he just wants to help and comfort you and would never feel like you’re a burden

•So when you got upset about something, you just excused yourself from the situation and marched to your dorm room, since you had been in the common room with Tamaki and some of your other classmates

•Someone had thrown a mean comment at you and you got upset, so you told the you were going to go do your homework and went to your room

•The tears were already rolling down your cheeks before you got to your room, but luckily you didn’t run into anyone

•Tamaki came to your door soon after you had sat down on your bed and started crying quietly, he knocked and asked if he could come in, telling you he’d noticed that you’d gotten upset

•You took a few deep breaths, and tried to stop crying, but you told him he could come in anyway

•You wiped your cheeks with your sleeve and just exhaled deeply, but you couldn’t stop crying right away

•Tamaki sat down next to you, but he didn’t really know what to say, he’d never seen you cry before, since he knew you disliked crying in front of people and you’d never let him see you like this

•He just wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned your head against his shoulder, still hiccupping a bit from all the crying

•The two of you don’t talk for a while, but eventually Tamaki asked you if you were feeling better

•You tell him yes and thank you for staying with you even though you were upset

•He’s kinda surprised you would say that, because of course he would want to stay with you and help you

•You just tell him that you were always told: “Crying won’t solve anything” and that you were shamed if you cried when others were around, so you’d been kinda scared he would react the same way

•He gets why you would think that, since it’s your experience with many other people, but he wants to make sure you don’t think that of him anymore

[ashdreams2023]

Hey so I just read your fic you wrote where reader asks Loki to make a seggs tape and and I was wondering (bc my twisted mind had an idea) if you could do where that tape gets leaked and the reader like runs into the kitchen crying and yelling at tony and Bruce to tell them and to take it down somehow and she just feels like a…whøre or whatever for doing that and feels bad for almost ruining Lokis career aswell??

Sorryyy ik that’s weird, u don’t have to write it! Idk what’s wrong with my mind 🙈

Summary: your sex tape with Loki gets leaked.

You were supposed to have a nice weekend, nothing on your schedule, maybe even go on a shopping spree you just got paid for god sakes.

But of course something had to happen.

"Your phone has been blowing up with notifications since you got into the bathroom love" Loki commented, still trying to make his hair look a little less greasy for the day.

"Oh really, I wonder why" you grabbed your phone, on the screen it showed multiple notifications from your social media and a few headliners with your name and Loki on it.

The panic officially hit though when you opened one of the links and you saw what people have been screaming about.

"Done! Hey why don’t w-" Loki didn’t finish his sentence, your face was frozen with shock and terror.

"Love…what’s the matter?"

The whole world seemed to crash on itself.

"To…TONY!" You screamed suddenly and stormed out the room, leaving Loki in utter confusion.

Tony and Bruce had just gotten out of the lab after pulling an all nighter and just putting something in their stomach when you barged in on them like a madman.

"HELP ME HELP ME!" you cried pulling Bruce by his caller and shaking him "this is a disaster please help!"

The two men looked at each other, not yet fully grabbing what just happened.

"Calm down kid and maybe tell us what happened!?" Tony said.

"Just look at your phones, it’s everywhere…I beg you take it down and erase it off the planet" Tony blinked before checking his device and let’s say he was expecting the worse but this…was not what he had in mind.

"Ok, this will take a few hours just so we make sure everyone who saved it gets a virus" you let go of Bruce and nodded, all your hope is laying with them.

You could see Bruce’s face flush when tony whispered to him about the situation, god you never wanted to die more than today.

The tower was already empty or you would’ve had everyone stare at you.

Loki walked in the common area and found you sitting on the sofa with your face hidden in your hands, clearly still crying.

"Darling it’s not that b-"

"No it is Loki!" You snapped at him "I ruined everything now, your reputation, your career for god sakes and my own image!" your face looked so red, anger mixed with shamed, mixed with embarrassment.

Loki sighed softly, he walked up in front of you and kneeled down to your eye level.

"Look at me please"

"I don’t want to…"

"Why? I want to see your pretty face" Loki’s hands reached for your face, lifting it up and smiling at you with a look that holds nothing but adoration.

"Why are you not angry?" You sniffed.

"Because there is nothing to be angry about, I’m shocked yes but not angry and you shouldn’t be either" you blinked at him, a little confused and a tiny bit comforted by his touch.

"You are not responsible for it leaking, you are an adult in the law eye and that tape didn’t show anything strange-"

"But-"

"No buts. The public knows of our relationship and is it no surprise that we have sex, so what? and it didn’t ruin nobody’s career, we’re heroes not some celebrity, plus if anybody has something bad to say about you they’ll have to face me first" Loki was many things but dumb wasn’t one of them, he knew how law worked and if he wanted to he could turn whoever leaked into dust.

"Let’s calm down, stark and banner will take care of everything" he wiped your tears with his thumb, you warped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face in his neck.

"If you say so."

[elmariachu]

How would each of The OBEY ME BROTHERS react to MC finding them the most attractive? (The brothers x Fem!MC)

<Summary> : OM Boys & Fem! MC Playing truth or dare, MC gets asked which brother she finds the most attractive as well as their collective responses/reactions based on the brother. [HC/dialogue..]

Part 2

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MC : I'll go for Truth.

Asmo : So~ MC~ Who would you say is the most attractive one out of us???

MC : Oh.. Uhm... *Hesitates*

Asmo : It's me isn't it?~You can say it, don't be shy my dear *chirps merrily..*

Mammon : Pft, shut it, Asmo! Oi, Mc! yer obviously gonna pick me right? I was yer first ye know!

Levi : ..What kind of a question is that?.. *mumbles* I'm not even gonna be on that list..probably.

Satan : How is that related to the question at all, Mammon? If MC has even a bit of common sense, which she does, she would pick me. *Locks eyes* Right? MC.

Belphie : ..wakes up Huh..? What are you arguing about? mMmh..

Beel : Asmo asked MC who she thinks is the most attractive.

Belphie : Out of us? Huuh, I'm interested.

Beel : ...I am curious to know too.

MC : ...*avoids eye contact and tries to think*

Lucifer : What's wrong, MC? Cat bite your tongue? *chuckle* [Knows it's gonna be him and wants to hear her say it already]

Satan : MC, if you are worried about offending us, don't fret. You can be candid. [In his mind it's obviousy gonna be him, do you see the way she blushes at only the sight of his face at times?]

MC : Aaah. But.. it's... Erm. I have to pick only one? *nervous, feeling all eyes on her*

Asmo : Well, of course! My dear~ We all know who it's going to be so don't hold back.

Feeling their patience running thin

MC : But how would you even define ... attractiveness...? I uhm, I think you're all attractive. Objectively..

Mammon : Oi.. What are ye so nervous for? Just say my name MC!

Satan : You're overthinking it, MC. [Just say whatever name comes to your head. Which is gonna be him, of course.]

Levi : .. *mumbles* I want this to be over with, seriously! It's giving me so much anxiety...

Beel : *Stares at MC intently* Hmm..

Belphie : *Laying down on his pillow with one eye open, scanning MC's face* Say it already~

Lucifer : I agree with Satan, You're giving it too much thought MC. Base it on your preferences. Let's get this done with and move on.

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be...

Lucifer :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Lucifer!

*A few are not all that surprised, but most are pretty irritated*

*MC peeks at him with her head hanging, wanting to gauge his reaction despite her embarassment*

Lucifer :*eyes widen slightly, a pink tint forming on his cheeks, but he maintains his composure*

Lucifer : *chuckle* Well, naturally. [Smugness apparent in his expression, eyes closed, conceited smirk, crossed arms, the whole package]

Mammon : *stands up dramatically* WHAT? MC, are ya serious? Yer gonna pick *HIM*?

Lucifer : *shoots him a baleful glare which puts him back in his seat rather quickly*

Satan : MC, you must be blind. *Clearly annoyed*

MC: ...You said you wouldn't be upset. *apologetically looks at Satan*

Satan : You didn't have to go and choose the worst of us, though.

Lucifer : Satan.

Satan : Tch.

Asmo : I see how you can think that, but I'm really hurt you didn't pick me, MC!~ *fake cries*

Levi : *Wasn't even listening, already had his D.D.D. out and was gaming so as not to hear her answer*

Belphie : Ugh. How lame. *goes back to sleep*

Beel : Hm? *Looks down at him* Are you disappointed, Belphie?

Belphie : I'm annoyed she'd pick someone as narcissistic as Lucifer, that's just inflating his already gigantic ego.

Belphie : If anything she should've picked you, Beel.

Beel: ...Well. *poor boy thinks she should've picked belphie bc he's just so cute*

Mammon :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Mammon!

*Incredulous looks shooting from all around the room, their shock is almost palpable, especially Mammon's*

Mammon: *Was the first to snap out of his shock to speak* Wh-what?.. [she picked him? wow. I mean. He wanted her to, part of him believed she might, but she really did...?]

Mammon : W-well, of course! You would choose the *great* Mammon. That's a good human!

[he feigns confidence, is genuinely happy, still thinks she didn't totally mean it for some reason.]

Satan : I'm convinced that you have something wrong your eyesight, MC. *even more annoyed than the last scenario*

Asmo : PFFFT- This must be a joke, right? MC? Tell me you're joking dear. Picking Mammon when I'm here? [genuinely thinks she's pranking them]

Levi : *takes his earphones off in time to hear* Wait, did I hear that right? Did she say Mammon?

*receives glum nods from a couple brothers*

Levi : BAHAHAHA, GOOD ONE, MC! HAHAHA/

Mammon : H-hey! Stop laughing! You're all jealous aren't ya! Bet yer mad it ain't you!

Belphie : No, we're surprised more than anything.

Satan : MC, are you sure you weren't coerced into doing this?

Lucifer : *sigh* MC. I didn't realize you had such strange tastes. I'm disappointed.

Poor guy gets flamed.

Beel :*pretty surprised, expected her answer to be Asmo, Lucifer or Satan. Assumes she doesn't find him attractive and is kind of sad*

POOR BABY IDIDJDJ

Levi :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Levi!

*Once again, everyone finds it a bit hard to believe, though they're kind of happy for him.*

*They're not sure how to react, & no word is uttered for a while*

Levi : Uh.. Yes? Do you need something MC? [why is she shouting out his name right before a big revelation like that? Did she want his help in delivering the answer?] *Is genuinely confused*

Levi : *upon receiving no response, puts his earphones back in*

Asmo : Heeeh? It's Levi? Really??

Mammon : Levi? You're gonna pick that anti-social shut-in over ME, *THE* Mammon ? REALLY?

Satan : Huh. I didn't expect that. [What a peculiar taste this human has.]

Levi : *Takes off his earphones again, upon hearing his name being mentioned too much*

Levi : You're being distracting, what do you normies want? *is annoyed*

Mammon : Oi Levi, you absolute idiot. She picked you.

Levi : Picked me for what? Why are you involving me in your normie plans.

Asmo : Ugh, seriously? He doesn't even realize it.

Asmo : MC sweetie! You can always take it back, I'm the better choice anyway~

Lucifer : I doubt he will ever even begin to believe it, this is futile. Let's move on.

Belphie : "Pshh. MC is probably the first person to find him attractive. How funny."

Beel : ... [Not much to say, he's just like "oh? I see". They do spend a lot of time together after all. Finds it endearing, he has someone who's attracted to him now.] MY PRECIOUS BABY

Levi : *takes him a good minute to realize what's actually going on, only after seeing MC's flushed face, her growing frustration at his responses, the remarks of his brothers all jumbled together that he starts to understand*

Levi : *All comes down on him at once, blood rushes to his head and he shortcircuits as MC stares at him*

Mammon : O-oi! Levi! Are you okay?

Boy is not okay.

Satan :

MC : OKAY! Fine. I'll .. I'll say it, based on my "preferences".. I guess it would be... Satan!

*Again, Satan was an expected response, not much surprise there, he was arguably the most held-together one of the bunch*

Satan : [Oh? He knew she'd choose him. Her prior reactions proved that much. But was still a bit taken aback, she singled him out, it pleased him.]

Satan : Is that so? I'm honored, MC. *shoots MC playful smirk, feigning surprise*

Mammon : Seriously? Satan? Booo! [thinks he's one of the lame options, he's so uptight, he reminds him of lucifer, then again thinks the only non-lame choice is himself.]

Lucifer : Hm. Satan? He's a reasonable enough choice. If I hadn't picked myself, I would have done the same.

Satan : [the hell did he just say?] *mumbles* ..Disgusting.

Satan : No one asked for your input, Lucifer.

Levi : That's a TMI bro. *isn't surprised by the answer either, typical basic normie answer, is secretly salty*

Lucifer : What does that mean? Leviathan? And Satan, care to repeat what you said? *cue sadistic smile*

Satan : TCH.

MC : ...

Belphie : Hm, Satan's not too bad of a choice. at least she didn't pick Lucifer. [as close to a compliment as you'll get from belphie, just take it]

Beel : ...I suppose. [Again, expected Satan to be the answer, is used to seeing people swoon for him effortlessly..]

Satan is the pretty boy apparently

Will drop Asmo, Beel, & Belphie next!

Part 2 !

[xoxo-teddybear]

Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

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“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

[shorkbrian]

what if one day Kirishima or Bakugou heard you telling your friend how you faked an orgasm last time y’all fucked because he was tired after patrol n all. Kiri would feel so bad or guilty that he’d keep giving, making you come again and again. But Balugou’d be so fucking insulted, he’d either forbid you from coming for the next two weeks or make you come again n again till you’re begging him to stop. Both of them fucking you till you’re all stupid, drooling and saying “Than’ you, thank you”

I went with Kirishima bc I’m in a soft mood rn. I wanna get fucked and filled but like very gently, like have him come up behind me and lift my hips while I’m working on my laptop and just move my shorts and slide inside. 

(Warnings - NSFW, fingering, cunnilingous, overstimulation, ignored consent)

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Kirishima doesn’t let on that he had heard.

He’d just flop down behind you where you’re laying on the floor, playing a game on your phone. You turn to look at him but he just pushes you back towards your front

“Focus on your game baby.”

He starts tugging down your shorts, and you quickly get what's about to transpire, opening your legs a little and lifting your hips to help him out. Shorts and panties off, Kiri quickly lifts up one of your legs, pushing it so it’s next to your chest, pussy on full display. You don’t feel too shy, plus you were doing as he said, focusing on your game.

Fingers first, running along your folds, unhurried and steady. He twirls them around your clit, gently massaging at the pink of your cunt. You relax, sighing as he touches you, heat already rising in your tummy.

Right now though, you can tell that Kirishima just wants to touch you and fuck you while you keep playing your game, and he’s in no rush.

By the time he’s eased three fingers into you, your clit is buzzing, hips jerking. You’re still playing your game, able to keep your focus forward and on your phone. But it feels good, and you’re ready to sink into Kiri’s arms and let him fuck you to sleep.

He makes you cum with his fingers, dancing around your g-spot, pressing into hard and fast, flicking his wrist, thumb rubbing little circles around your clit. You moan, relaxed and flushed and feeling so, so good.

After you ride out the wave of your orgasm, you move to turn over, offer your throat or maybe your hands to your boyfriend, return the favor, make him feel good too. But the man stills you with his hands, chuckling.

“Nah, stay right there, I’m not finished yet.”

“Wha-?” You get your breath knocked out of you as he shoves you back onto your stomach, and then he’s breathing over your cunt, making you twitch and writhe.

“Fuck, you’re so wet now.” He huffed, dipping closer to nose at your entrance, and you gasp at the touch. “Dripping. Can’t wait to taste.” And so he didn’t, flicking his tongue out to taste your juices, humming as he did so, smacking his lips together.

His hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs, pulling you close to his face so he could lap at your pussy. “Don’t forget about your game.” He reminded, before diving in fully, licking and slurping and sucking at your clit, plunging his tongue into your entrance, rubbing it against your walls.

Your legs shake, and you moan, upper body curling in on yourself as you get dragged through instant, building pleasure as Kiri’s squishy tongue lathers all over your pulsing cunt.

The man makes you cum again, and then once more with his tongue, and by then you’re crying, game forgotten.

“Kiri stop, I can’t take anymore. No more, no more please! Oh-ah-ah, wait!” You yelped squirming in his hold, legs squeezing together as you tried to force him to stop licking you.

All you accomplished was crushing his head between your thighs, keeping him locked close. You could feel his smile before he dug back in with fervor, pushing his tongue as far as he could manage into your wet, pink opening.

It hurt, it felt good, it was too much! With another useless thrash, you sobbed into the carpet, hitting the ground in frustration and overstimulation as you begged for your boyfriend to stop.

With one last, stomach-flipping suck, Kirishima detached from your cunt, sitting back on his heels. “Fuckkk baby, You’re so sensitive. That feel good? You came like, three times!”

Hiccuping, you managed to turn onto your back, fixing your boyfriend with a tear-filled gaze. “I told-hic-I told you to stop! Why didn’t you... I wanted-hic-you to stop Kiri...”

Your boyfriend cooed, swooping close to press wet lips to your forehead, smoothing down your hair. “I know baby.” His voice was so sweet, he was almost baby-talking you. “But I want you to feel really nice, okay? I’m gonna make you cum a bunch, get your pussy all sore.”

He wasn’t done? Eyes widening, you pushed him away, immediately trying to sit up, but Kiri pushed you back down onto your back, holding you there with a large hand splayed across your chest.

“No, stay there. Here-” he reached above your head, picking up your phone to deposit it in your hands, dipping down for another wet kiss pressed against your forehead. “-Just play your game.”

Clutching your phone to your chest, you could only nod. You always listened to your boyfriend, let him tell you what to do. You trusted him.

Kirishima patted your cheek lovingly, giving you a gentle smile before drawing back. He situated your legs so that one was between his own, your other leg slung over his thigh, so he was essentially sitting on one of your legs, holding you down.

He was already naked, had been from the moment he had settled down behind you. Kirishima lined himself up, taking a second to use the mushroom head of his dick to play with your folds, rubbing along the slick flesh, tapping at your clit, rubbing his pre-cum onto your skin.

When you whined, hands still gripping your phone, Kiri grinned, still focused on your pussy. “Getting impatient babe? Don’t make me tell you again, keep playing your game.”

You did as he said, hesitantly switching your attention back to your phone, clicking it on, tapping back ti the game you had been playing. Now that you weren’t focused on him, it came as surprise when he pushed the tip inside, the man making a little noise as he bit his lip, closing his eyes.

He kept just the tip inside, thrusting in tiny little circles, never going deeper. It was teasing at pleasure, and you wanted more. But you were determined to be good, and kept your eyes and mind on your phone, letting Kirishima have his fun playing with your puffy, overstimulated hole.

You almost choked when he pushed in completely, slow but steady. “K-Kiri! Oh!” 

“Mm, yes baby? God, your pussy is so hot, always makes me cum so fast. This time I’m gonna make sure you cum, alright? I’m not gonna stop though, want you to cum lots of times, ‘kay?”

The reveal of his plan made you squirm, fingers itching to drop your phone and reach for your boyfriend. You don’t think you’d survive that, could survive that. You were already sensitive, content with the orgasms he had pulled from you.

Usually you were always up for sex, Kirishima always able to rile you up. But right now you were tired, and you’d already cum. You just wanted to suck Kiri off and maybe take a shower, not get pounded into oblivion.

Immediately, Kirishima started out thrusting hard and fast, aiming for your g-spot, hips hammering against your ass. You squealed, back arching, but you were proud that you held onto your phone, even though you wanted to drop it and claw at the carpet. The way he was straddling your leg made it impossible for you to escape his grip, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself crying through another orgasm, sobbing as it rippled through your body, stomach clenching hard.

“Oh god, oh, that’s good.” Kiri breathed, stilling his hips. “I feel like ‘m gonna cum, jesus.”

You thought you were done after that.

And then he started moving again, curling forward so he could rest his elbows beside your face, bury his head in your neck. Before doing that though, he looped your arms around his neck, throwing your phone to the side, finally giving you permission to use your hands.

They went to his hair, clutching at the strands as his hips worked into you at a torturous pace, small circles, big circles, then straight thrusting before he repeated the pattern. Not an inch of your insides was left untouched.

“No.... Kiri...ah, ple-e-e-ase, aHhH!” You begged, body limp underneath him.

“Nope.” The man shook his head, brow furrowed in determination. You were still present enough to be able to tell that he was struggling, fighting not to cum, sweat dripping off his temples. “You’re gonna cum for me again, and again, and again until I let you stop, got it?”

“I do-n’tttt-!” You sobbed, unable to finish your sentence. You came again, convulsing in his hold, eyes rolling back in your head when one of his hands began torturing your clit, rubbing circles, thumbing at the bud, pressing hard.

It was beginning to be difficult to make sense of the world, your experience reduced to pleasurable sensations. 

There was Kirishima’s body above you, heavy, damp with sweat, muscles rippling as he moved.

The scent of sex filled the air, sweat and your juices and Kirishima’s natural musk infiltrating your nose.

The unsteady build of pleasure in your gut, tummy flip-flopping with each thrust. Carpet rubbing against your back, soft red hair under your fingers, wet lips pressing to your neck in sweet kisses and toe-curling hickies.

All of the sensations swirled together, until you could barely discern up from down.

“-el good? Baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes-nnh-yes!” You cried, bucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until his fat balls could be felt against your ass. “Feels..... mm..... nice.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you pulled at Kiri’s hair.

“Yeah? Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna-fuck, gonna cum-!” Kirishima panted, resuming his sweet, romantic kisses to your neck and clavicle. 

“Thank-thank you Kiri! Th-ank-th-oh-” 

It’s okay if he hadn’t listened to you at first. You felt nice now, floating on clouds.