"i Made Coffee For You, Love."

"i made coffee for you, love."

strong arms wrapped around you from behind as your husband's voice whispered in your ear. you smiled and leaned back into him.

"i see that, thank you."

he kissed your neck, hands moving to your hips.

"shouta," you laughed, "we need to get ready."

"mhm," he agreed, spinning you around and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. the two of you broke apart, laughing lightly. his hands came up and rested on your cheeks.

"shouta," you whispered against his lips, "we're gonna be late."

"yep," he kissed you again, the taste of coffee lingering on his tongue.

"we gotta get ready, babe."

"but why?" he honest to god pouted, forehead knocking against yours, then resting.

"because we both have jobs."

"we should quit."

"as if, you love those kids like family."

he sighed, knowing he couldn't argue with you.

"one more kiss?"

you rolled your eyes and succumbed to the knowledge that you were probably going to have to work without lunch.

"one more kiss."

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒

˖ ݁ . ࿓ includes — bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, takami keigo (hawks), todoroki touya (dabi), tomura shigaraki

˖ ݁ . ࿓ content warnings — possessiveness, a little suggestive

˖ ݁ . ࿓ BAKUGO does not stand for people disrespecting your relationship by flirting with you—and in front of him, no less. he’s proud of everything he has earned in life, including you. so when someone thinks they can get away with coming onto you, he’s visibly fuming. it’s never your fault, but he can’t help but pull you behind him and shield you from hungry eyes and eager hands. most people are wise enough to want to leave when they’re faced with him, but bakugo isn’t letting them go anywhere without saying a few choice words of his own. his yelling elicits stares from bystanders but that’s the least of his concerns. before he tells them to get lost, he makes them apologize to you for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. he’s a lot more touchy than usual after encounters such as those.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DEKU is the silent type. he thinks that jealousy is an ugly emotion and doesn’t like letting it get the better of him. that doesn’t mean he isn’t mildly irritated when someone thinks they can make a move on you. though, in order to not cause conflict, he thinks it’s best to let the situation run its natural course—ending with your rejection, of course. but he’s always ready to step in if your admirer is getting particularly pushy. while he waits for those events to play out, he’ll stand by with a cold gaze, biting the inside of his cheek to make sure he doesn’t say anything he might regret. it’s impossible to not feel that intense stare boring into you, which is usually what gets the offender to back off if you haven’t quite made it to that stage yet. izuku’s charming smile is back as soon as you two are alone.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ HAWKS isn’t one to let emotions get in the way of rationality, but he’s not going to sit back and watch someone hit on you as if he’s not there. there’s a glint in his eyes that serves as a warning to whoever is getting a little too close for comfort. but since he has an image to upkeep, there’s still a lazy smile present on his lips and he makes an effort to keep the interaction as civil as he can given the circumstances. all of a sudden he’s initiating subtle but telling touches like wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your temple. his hope is that they take the hint and leave you be, but if they don’t, he politely excuses you both. it’s hard to tell from just looking at him and his carefree expression, but behind those golden eyes, he’s seeing red.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ DABI is incredibly possessive and does not take well to people hitting on you. he’s not a fan of people even looking your way so imagine how agitated he gets when he sees someone talking to you—making a move to touch you. he’s dropping whatever he’s doing, abandoning whatever conversation he was part of, and angrily stepping over to confront the person trying their luck with you. he’ll give them a chance to explain themselves but only because he likes seeing the realization and fear in their eyes. he isn’t above getting physical, so if that looks like it might be the case, it’s best that you grab him and go before he hurts someone. when you’re outside and away from everyone else, he’s holding your face in his hands and making you promise that you’re his.

˖ ݁ . ࿓ SHIGARAKI doesn’t enjoy sitting on the sidelines, but it’s his safest option given his line of work. he can’t afford to draw unwanted attention his way, so he’s forced to keep his distance and observe from afar (that is, if he doesn’t have the intention of causing trouble). he silently watches through strands of blue-grey hair, nails clawing at his neck or pulled between his teeth in an effort to keep himself from making a scene. one “innocent” touch on your arm or a confident whisper in your ear is all it takes to have him darting from his chair and dragging you away from your newfound acquaintance—not without sending them a vicious glare before your departure. you might not have been the one flirting, but he’ll have to remind you of who you belong to regardless. 

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In The Middle of the Night Pt 3

Part 3 Featuring: Barbatos, Diavolo, Simeon, and Solomon

Part 1, 2

-After falling asleep in their arms, you realize that they don't want to let you go.

Barbatos~

An all powerful demon like Barbatos never seems to have a moment of weakness. Every day he works through his seemingly endless list of tasks for the Young Lord with a pleasant smile on his face as he overcomes impossible feats as if they were nothing but house work to him.

But as you share the bed with him, you notice that the day does take a toll on him. His usual composure can falter behind closed door and he allows himself to sink into a very deep sleep. 

He holds you tightly, never hurting you. It’s almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, the special thing in his arms will leave him forever.

you almost feel bad having to get up to get yourself a glass of water. But it’s necessary.

Through careful shifting you were able to slip away from the Butler’s arms. Immediately you see his brow furrow and his arms stretch out on the bed trying to find you.

Gently you cup his face and whisper to the waking Demon that you i’m just fetching yourself a glass of water and that you’ll be back very  soon.

His brilliantly beautiful green eyes shoot open and he nuzzles into your touch with a silly smile. 

“You… have a request?” He mumbles “ why didn’t you tell me, I can fetch it for you my dear.” 

He starts to get up from the bed and you have to gently coax him back underneath the sheets with the promise that you’ll be back in a minute. You don’t leave until his head is back against the pillow.

Diavolo~

There is no safer place to sleep in the Devildom than the arms of it’s prince. He is so powerful, not even bad dreams dare approach you. 

But his embrace is strong,  warm, and comfortable. 

Too strong…

Thinking back to dinner, you remember how much Demonius you had drank. Since it is juice to you, the only thing you thought you had to worry about was possible sugar high. But you were wrong.

You had to go to the bathroom, very very badly. You try to squirm your way out of Diavolo’s hold with no success. He still holds you as if you were his own personal teddy bear.

With a sigh, you shake him awake with as much strength as you have. At first you’re worried, he is such a heavy sleeper, and such a strong demon that you are unsure if you are able to wake him up at all.

But his eyes eventually crack open and he looks at you with concern.

“Mc, my darling. Is something the matter?” he asks, sitting the two of you up in his massive bed.

You explain to him that you just have to go to the bathroom, but you couldn’t get out of his arms. His cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and he hangs his head to apologize.

“ i’m sorry, I shouldn’t hold you so tight. I’d hate to ever cause you discomfort.”

You feel so bad, but you assure him that it’s just that you had too much to drink and you will be right back after you complete your business.

He gives you a warm smile and sits up in bed until you come back, his arms ready to once again find the rightful place around you.

Simeon~

A nightmare pulls you from your slumber cruelly. .

It makes your breath hitch as you jolt awake.

For a moment, you wonder if your movements have awakened Simeon. Although he’s right next to you in the bed, the two of you aren’t holding each other like you usually do. 

He feels far too far away for your comfort. 

If he were awake, he would agree.

Glancing over at The sleeping angel next to you, you’re almost glad that your little nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Simeon’s angelic features are 10 times more alluring in the moonlight that reflects off of his Silk pillowcases. You find yourself staring at him and adoration and you gently raise your hand to brush a strand of his hair from his handsome face.

Before you make contact, his hand shoots up and grabs your wrist. His eyes shoot open as he scans the room. But when they land on you he smiles.

“Have you been staring at me long My Love?” He teases bringing your captured wrist to his lips placing gentle kisses on his knuckle.

It’s enough to Fluster you in your tired state. Your skin heats up and you have to tear your eyes away from the beautiful being next to you. To tell him that you  had woken up and found yourself unable to go back to sleep.

His chest heaves and laughter as he pulls you into his arms. “You are just so cut MC, how about I help you fall back asleep?”

You nod he begins to hum some sort of lullaby. It’s familiar and beautiful and you already feel yourself relaxing deeper in his hold.

Just as you drift off you feel the light touch of his lips on your forehead as you sleep through the night.

Solomon~

Your magic training lessons with Solomon can go pretty late. It isn’t uncommon that you decide to stay with him instead of taking the walk back to the House of Lamination.

One thing you have learned from spending nights in Solomon's arms is that the Sorcerer is a bit of a sleep talker.

Sometimes he murmurs harmless enchantments that fill the room with multicolored bubbles or flower petals. you never have to worry about him casting something dangerous though, he made sure to fix that problem years ago.

Tonight, you were pulled from your sleep by a bright light that shines over your face. Tearing your eyes open you are shocked to see an enchanted river of light flowing above the bed. It looks almost like the northern lights. Colors blending and fading before being replaced with another equally as beautiful.

All the while Solomon sleeps, unaware of the beauty that he has created. 

Gently you shake him awake. He blinks away in his sleep being able to catch the last of the lights before they fade away. 

“Heh,” he laughs embarrassedly. “ I did it again, didn’t I?“.

something about college bf ! kenma has me giggling n twirling my hair🤭

kenma that has his hair in a claw clip that you got him, now being a pro and twirling it into said clip

kenma that gives you a key to his apartment and isn’t surprised when he feels you behind him, hands on his shoulders as he works on another last minute assignment

kenma who holds your hands all the time, because “they’re really soft, i dunno, i just find them comforting”

kenma who’s known widely around campus as ‘that one box dyed quiet guy’ but to you, is your chaotic, beautiful boyfriend

kenma who stays up til odd hours with you, doing stupid things and screaming at eachother while you game

kenma who only laughs at your jokes because “we have the same humor , obviously. we’re just better than everyone else.”

kenma who refuses to give back anything you lend him. clothes, clips, books, pens, he keeps everything of yours. he also wears your clothes half the time to campus, but no one really knows that it’s yours. they just assume he has a very spontaneous dressing style.

kenma who cannot go a day without you scratching his under cut, running your nails over it and massaging all his worries away.

kenma who looks at you with heart eyes whenever you talk about your course, because “you just light up when you talk sometimes, it’s really cute to look at”

kenma who sends you the sweetest ‘hey, i know you’re asleep but..’ paragraphs at ungodly times, so you wake up happy

kenma who confessed by pulling up to your house with a boom box playing ‘pluto projector’ and waiting for you to let him in. he sat down on the couch and made you listen to him recall every moment that led up to him falling inlove with you.

“and then there was that time when you made me coffee when i was working, even though i told you to fuck off and..” he looks at you with shiny, gleaming eyes,” you sat on the floor next to me, and waited, and when i was done you said you were proud-,” he stops himself from raising his voice, hands finding your own as stray strands of bleach- blond hair fall into his eyes at the aggression of his movement,” i can’t remember the last time someone saw me, my work, my effort. they always thought i wasn’t trying or that i didn’t care to try but you, yn,” your best friend got close, so close that you couldn’t breathe, so close that if he was any closer - you think he’d kiss you,

kenma was breathless trying to explain- trying to get his point across as he continued,“you always saw me. who i am and who i’m not. and i realised that the reason you never got tired of me is because you couldn’t get enough of me and god,” a loud sigh left his lips as a wide smile etched across his face ,” i’ve never felt more wanted in my life. “

Their favorite pet names ♡

demon brothers x gender neutral reader

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ෆ Lucifer ━ Darling, Dear

Make no mistakes, Lucifer always prefers hearing his own name, specifically when it's being spilled out of your mouth as a lingering whine, demanding him to avert his attention to you. However, if he already has to settle for a pet name of some sort, he would prefer a good old fashioned term you would use to title the first line of a letter with, if the two of you were star crossed lovers mailing each other through different worlds. (Because he's just dramatic like that, but the truth is, it makes him blush.)

"When you intimated you need my assistance, I didn't reckon a bake sale is what you had in mind. May I remind you of the outright failure we experienced when we attempted to bake hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies?" Lucifer shakes his head, sensing defeat from merely facing the ingredients laid across the table. "Well, I haven't invited you here to cook, don't worry. Your role is to supply entertainment and mental support, and also to stand guard in case Beel tries to infiltrate our mission." You reassure him with a grin, carefully tying an apron around his waist. "Now, be a dear and fetch me the recipe?"

Lucifer is quite stunned at your confidence to speak to him at this level, regardless, he cannot deny your dauntless attitude tugging at the strings of his heart.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Mammon ━ Babe

No explanation needed, it just makes sense. Use a confident, possessive tone when you say it and watch him quack and become as red as the roulette in the casino. In return, he will probably use a bunch of embarrassingly cringy pet names on you.

"Whaddaya mean you don't want me callin' ya my sweet snuggly crow princess in public?" Mammon frowns, huffing at the rejection of his advantages. "I think crows are cute, and so are you. Cute! My sweet snuggly c-" His sentence is cut short by your lips crushing against his own, leaving him with a loss of words and rosy cheeks. "Come on babe, stop being silly."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Leviathan ━ Weapon of (m)ass destruction

He doesn't have a preference, simply because anything you'd choose to call him feels like someone tore a rift in time and space and crowned him king of the three worlds. With that said, he particularly likes silly ones, or just anything normies wouldn't regularly use. It makes him feel special because you definitely haven't used that on anyone else.

"Hey, let me use your phone for a second. I'm gonna call myself since I can't find my cell." You mindlessly announce, grabbing his mobile device after a couple long minutes of patting the bed in hopes of finding your own. "Huh? w-w-wait, let me do that!" Leviathan hurries to try and eject the device out of your grip, but to no avail. Your fingers had already clicked their way through the different screens, leading you to his contact list. "Hm? You saved me as 'Only second to Ruri-chan in beauty'? Aww, Levi!" You coo, messing his hair. "Now I feel bad I only saved your contact as 'noob'."

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ෆ Satan ━ Kitten

It is most likely a given (or a chewed up headcanon), but Satan is the embodiment of a cat and likes to be recognized for it; privately, of course. Rumor has it that if you call Satan by the following pet names of kitten, kitty or anything that resembles, it will awaken his inner feline and bring him to rub his cheeks against you, asking to be petted.

"Come here, kitty kitty." Satan looks up from his book at the melody of your voice, at first searching around to scope if a real cat is nearby. But with his sharp mind, he reads the situation almost immediately, cocking an eyebrow at your hopeful expression. "Huh? Are you referring to me?" You nod, holding out an arm as you gesture him to come closer. "Pspspspsps" Satan heaves a sigh, placing a bookmark inside one of the pages before he closes his novel shut and paces towards you. "Such a good kitty!" You praise, holding in your chuckle.

"Say one word to anyone about this, and you're dead meat, human. Understood?" Defeated, he tilts his head towards you and nuzzles against your extended palm. "Now... scratch behind my ear please?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Asmodeus ━ Prince/ss

No surprises with this one, Asmo is royalty and believes he should be addressed accordingly. He doesn't mind which version of the word is being used, as long as it comes with the acknowledgment that he's the most ethereal, majestic creature your eyes ever had the sanctified right to witness.

"No, no and no! None of these are on theme. I usually find good keeps in majolish, but this season their clothes are all off." Asmodeus falls into the velvet chair allocated at the store's fitting booths. You had accompanied him on a shopping trip prior to an event at RAD as he was in need of a new wardrobe for the occasion. "I kind of liked this outfit. I think it suits you!" You sheepishly smile, praying to be leaving the store before sundown. "Suits me is not enough! It has to be dazzling, breath taking, absolutely stunning!" He huffs, displeased at the selection of items at hand.

"I mean, it's the person who makes the clothes, not the opposite. It doesn't matter what you wear because everything looks so good on you, princess." The corners of Asmodeus' mouth stretches into a smile, but it differs from his usual smug, conceited one. It was a humble display of contentment at your compliment. "That's correct!"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Beelzebub ━ Babycakes, Pudding, anything food related

Think about it, what is one of Beel's biggest pleasures in life? What does he yearn for so much, that he can't clear his mind from it to the point it is brought up in every conversation he's having? Food. So it's only natural that using food related nicknames will make him feel as important to you as food is to him.

Beel licks his lips as his eyes skim through the grocery list. You had brought him along with you to a human world supermarket, assuming you'll be able to keep him at bay, except... you forgot to take one variable into consideration.

"Cheese, cheese! Come try our cheese!" You were doing a good job holding him back from finishing a whole tub of blueberries, but the announcement called from afar by a samples vendor made his ears perk up. It took all of your magical energy to stop him from storming that poor salesperson like a hungry wolf, but you've managed. "I'm so sorry, y/n... you know it's hard for me to resist human world food, and for free too..." Beel was pouting at you, genuinely feeling guilty for scaring the unfortunate human. "I know you're trying your best... you were doing so well today, my little cinnamon roll."

"Mm, cinnamon rolls... can we go get some now? Please?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Belphegor ━ Baby, baby boy

With every cell in his body, Belphegor loves being babied. As the youngest brother, he's often spoiled by his siblings and gets away with a lot. He's allowed to slack off, be rude or partake in the usual pranks and leave nearly unscathed because he's just so cute. Naturally, his pick to be called by his lover will be along those same terms of endearment and he will absolutely melt whenever you use them to address him.

"Five more minutes, I promise we'll make it in time..." Belphegor mutters sleepily, sheltering you between his arms as he snuggles closer to you. You take a peek at the clock, five minutes had turned to fifteen, but your weary demon refuses to let go of the bed, or of you. Sighing, you accept your upcoming fate of being scolded by Lucifer for your tardiness and reach to caress Belphegor's warm cheek, earning a soft hum in return. "You're gonna get us both in trouble, baby boy."

warnings : fem reader, slight smut (mdni), fingering (f receiving), teasing, cursing, making out, mentions of multiple orgasms (f receiving), established relationship

word count : 0.8k

Not unlike most in Kenma’s life, the way he kisses is lazy.

Soft, pliant lips part as they press against yours, tongue dragging across your lower lip, letting out a soft, content sigh at the taste of the remnants of lip balm. With spit slicking his lips, Kenma parts your mouth with his tongue, pressing down on your own, head rushing with exhilaration at the way you suddenly tighten your fingers near his waist. The fabric of his hoodie bunches underneath your hands, and with a grin pressed against your mouth–almost smug in nature–Kenma leans into your touch. 

“You good?” he lets out a chuckle from under his breath, the warmth of it mingling with your own. 

Kenma pulls away to get a better look at you, and a thick spread of something warm and sweet fills his chest when you let out a soft sound of protest. You’re no more than a hairs-width away; Kenma’s lashes brush against your temple as his eyes flutter shut, swollen lips parting when you gently rock your hips down onto the two fingers he has buried between your thighs. 

“Aha,” he lets out a breathless laugh when you clench around his fingers, pressing them knuckle-deep and wiggling them until they brush against the spot that has your body nearly folding around his, head dropping to rest against his shoulder. 

“‘M perfect,” you mumble against the crook of his neck–nearly a groan. Your lips move against his neck, and despite the lewd way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, Kenma can’t help the blush that warms his cheeks at the almost-innocent feeling of your mouth grazing his pulse point. 

Kenma’s eyes open to get a better look at you, and he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading further apart on his lap, rocking your hips down to feel the rough pads of his fingertips pressing inside you.

His throat goes dry, and Kenma’s cock throbs against your thigh when you let out an airy moan of his name.

“Mhm. Perfect for me and my dick,” he says when he’s finally able to compose a sentence, jaw slackening with awe at the feel of your slick dripping down his wrist. 

Curling his fingers towards him, Kenma carefully watches your reactions; his sweatpants are ruined from where pre-cum beads and dribbles from the slit of his cock, and the wet spot only grows as he lets you fuck yourself on his fingers, grinding and pulling them deeper inside your cunt. He begins to breathe a bit faster, harder. It’s all Kenma can do to watch you make a mess on his lap, moaning his name so prettily in his ear for him.

“So let me ride it. Wanna feel you,” you retort, pulling away from his neck to face him. 

Your request only further steals the air from Kenma’s lungs, and at the sight of your eyes heavy with need, it’s almost enough to make him fold.

Instead, Kenma merely smirks, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his fingers when he drags them down your cunt. “What? This isn’t enough?” he teases you, voice dripping with something akin to arrogance. As if to punctuate his words, Kenma presses them deep inside you, tongue coming to press against his bottom lip when you immediately keen in pleasure. 

“Y-you know what I mean, Kenma. Let me fuck you,” you attempt to convince him, and the increasingly needy tone in your voice does nothing to aid Kenma’s restraint. He wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, but if you keep looking at him like that, grinding on his fingers, he knows that resolve to tease you will crack. 

Gathering himself, Kenma leans back against the couch, spreading his legs a bit wider and offering you a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hm,” he pretends to think on it, smirk only broadening as he continues slowly fucking his fingers into you. “Nah. Wanna watch you ride my fingers a bit longer.”

“Fuck you,” you immediately shoot him a glare, but the complete lack of bitterness in your tone, paired with how your slick steadily coats his fingers, only has his dick stiffening even more.

Kenma’s eyes dart to your lips, and a rough sound falls from his mouth when he imagines the sweet sounds you’ll let out when he fucks you. A strand of hair falls in his eye, but neither of you bothers to move it aside, too enamored with the moment.

“That’s not very nice to say to the person who’s about to make you cum. You should just let me kiss you instead. Wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours,” Kenma says. He leans closer, a hand moving to the nape of your neck to pull you to him. You oblige easily, lips parting to press your mouth to his in an eager, messy kiss. 

Kenma’s mind immediately melts; a rush thrills through his body, pressing rapidly against his heart until it swells with affection for you. He squeezes you closer, succumbing to the wet, open-mouthed kiss, moving his lips lazily against yours.

And, while you’ll surely complain about him going so slow, Kenma is sure you won’t be complaining about the multiple times he makes you cum, no matter how lethargic his actions. 

He likes to drag out your pleasure, after all. 

haikyuu mlist.