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Katana

Zoro x Reader

It's in the same AU of "Thank you" juston a different timeline. Sorry for the

grammatical error. Like said before English is not my first language.

The first time we all met Mihawk I though I heard his name somewhere but couldn’t remember where. I am put out of my though with a big splash in the water. Zoro is swimming to a little board and got in with the help of Ussop and the guys we had found earlier.

He lied on his back as I stare in shock. It wasn’t the blood, the injury or even his tears falling in his green hair. No, what shocked me was, where are his katana ?

I look around, next to Mihawk are some pieces of two of them but no trace of the white one. I turn where Zoro had fell in the water and it was there still going down, his katana.

Without thinking I jump in the water and swim down to grab his katana. I look up and around me. There is almost no light in there. It’s just been 30 seconds so I swim back up to the surface. Nothing has changed up there apart the fact that Mihawk had returned to his own little boat.

I ignore everyone and go to Zoro and the others. The guys had put their hand on his injury to stop the bleeding. Once with them I put the katana next to Zoro and look more closely to his torso.

Ussop, bring us a clothes and some alcohol.

Zozo smiles.

Good idea i'm thirsty.

I knock on his head.

Not to drink you idiot ! The sea is not something clean. Your injury can be infected. So we need to clean it before it get worse.

Luffy screams.

You go first to Nami. While I finish here.

Ussop gave me what I asked before driving the boat in the direction of Nami. leaving our friend here to help the restaurant.

When you finished gave me the bottle, I'll drink what's left.

I stare at zoro dead in the eyes. Open the bottle. And pour it completly on his torso. He screams in pain as the alcohol burn him. While his friend Yosaku make a cartoonesque face.

Once the bottle is empty he take a big breath before screaming again.

Have you lost your mind !? And here I tough that Luffy was the crazy one.

I give him a mischievous smile and start to cleaning the mess.

I told you. This is for cleaning not drinking. I'll start to think you are an alcoholic.

He mumble something and I laugh. He turn his head and stare at his katana.

I could have get it back myself.

If it's how you say thank you then you're welcome. And no, in your state you couldn't have, plus i'm a really good swimmer.

Some time later Yosaku and I have finished our work on Zoro. I sit on the floor more comfortably and look ahead of me.

That's then I remembered. Mihawk. I heard Shanks speak about him when I was a kid, they're friends. I face palm myself in my head.

Easy

Crocodile x Reader

Sorry for any gramatical error, English isn't my first language.

Being the partner of Crocodile is not easy. Even when it's been years, even when nobody knows you are his significant other. He is not always here, some night he comes in the room to speak a little with me, he even wait until I fall asleep before returning to his job. Some other night when he come earlier I make him diner.

Today wasn't a good day to me. All I wanted was to go in bed and cuddle my big guy. But I am not even sure he'll be here tonight. So finally at home I don't eat, I don't change my clothes, no, I go directly to bed. I take his pillow in my arms and cry a little. When he is not home are the worst days. I fall asleep like that.

When I open my eyes the room is dark. I am sure it's morning so why is the room dark I didn't close the curtains yesterday… I was about to go up but somthing take my shirt and put me back on the bed. There I feel a breath next to me. I look closer and it was Crocodile. I start to feel tears going into my eyes and my throat tighning. I put my head on his chest and fall back asleep as his hand go on my shoulder pulling me more onto him. Maybe it was not the morning after all.

I open my eyes a second time. My head was not anymore on a hard chest but on a soft pillow. The smell of smoke and sand still in the air. The room is still as dark. And his not there anymore, he is never there the morning. I sigh and take again his pillow.

Yesterday was not a good day, nobody wanted to buy my products, and worst of all. A guy flirted with me and he didn't take no for an answer, so he promised to come to my home and prove his love. Who knows what he means by that.

But I'm safe, when we started to live at Alabasta Crocodile had demanded that my house was hidden far from any city's. It's better for him to come here and more safe for me. But still this guy had given me chills.

I stand on the floor and open my door. A strong smell of food go directly to my nose. The face of the guy before come to my head. I take the knife Crocodile gave me and walk slowly to the kitchen. It was a man in the kitchen not a bad one. Just mine. Okay maybe a bad one, but not to me.

The knife fell from my hand but the sand grabed it before it touch the floor. I am still trying to process what is happening, what the hell is he doing here. I run to him but something on the floor make me fall but he take me in his arms. I put my head in his neck inhalling his smell. I grip his clothes with my hands, it's like yesterday never happened. He put me down on a chair and go back to the kitchen without saying anything.

He came back with food. It seems I slept over breakfast. The food on my plate is certeinly crocodile meat, it's the only thing he can cook because it's his favorite food apart from the tomato. We eat together and he spent the evening with me at one point we started to dance in the dining room. He told me that yesterday he was already there when I came home and he decided to take a day off from his plan to take control over the country to spend it with me. He had certainly see me cried to sleep.

Before diner, while I was cooking he came with the guy that harassed me the day before. I froze.

He was trying to break in yesterday. Do you know him ?

I explained to him what he had told me before, and how I feared that he make his word true. A wicked smile took form on his face. A dangerous smile for the guy on his knees between us. He tried to speack but sand blocked his mouth.

So you wont be mad if I take care of him.

I was about to say that killing people was not a good thing, but all the fear he had bring to me came to memory.

No. Please, do whatever you want to him.

My hand started to skake and I return to my cooking. What if Crocodile was not there yesterday ? Is it because of him that he decided to take a day off and not my crying ? Or both ? I heard some screams then nothing. I finished the food and put ketchup on the plate to asesonate.

As I turn Crocodile hadn't move but the guy was on the floor, dead and completly dry of all liquid. I made a face at the corps but try to ignore it.

We eat in silence, then.

Next time don't add Ketchup. I hate that.

I know, I just wanted tu put some sauce.

After the dinner he take the corps out and I wash the dishes. When he come back he lift me and walk to the room.

Hey ! I didn't finished !

Tomorow.

He take off all of our clothes leaving us in undergarnement and lie on the bed with me on him.

You're mine and mine alone. so you don't have to fear the others as long as you are with me they wont lay a finger on you.

I smile and kiss his cheeks.

even Whitebeard ?

I asked to tease him.

Frown, what is this question, woman ? If you want be like the other guy you should just ask.

I laugh, it's not easy to have Crocodile as a boyfriend. He's full of himself, he kill people, he plan to take over a whole country. But we know each other since years and not even the gods could not separate us. Or Whitebeard in some case.

Natasha: I bet they're together

Steve: what who?

Natasha: Bucky and y/n

Steve: why do you think that

Natasha: just look at them

*y/n sitting in buckys lap braiding his hair*

Steve: y/n does that to thor

Natasha: ok but look how content bucky looks

*not paying attention to anything but y/n*

Tony: *walks in* what are you guys talking about

Steve: Natasha thinks y/n and bucky are together

Tony: hold on i got an idea...

Tony: hey y/n can I ask you a question

Y/n: yeah go ahead *still playing with buckys hair:

Tony: what do bees make

Y/n: honey?

Bucky: yeah,baby doll

Natasha: *smirks*

Over thinkerShoto todoroki x reader

☁️Fluff

You’re in your room studying for exams listening to music when you hear the doorbell ring. You wonder who it could be, as you walk downstairs and open the door to find your boyfriend Shoto standing with an umbrella in the cold rain. He looks like he's been crying for his eyes are red and puffy and he keeps sniffling, ”Shoto! W-whats wrong?!” You practically yell bringing him inside “ are you o-okay!!?” You panic..He shakes his head not saying a word as you pull him inside, shutting the door behind him and he sets down his umbrella. He continues to sniffle and whimper softly as he stands there dripping water all over the floor….

“Oh shoto…”.. “I’ll be right back” .. you go into your room and grab a towel and a pair of your biggest clothes for him, returning towards him you hand him the clothes and towel “ change when you come out we can talk or if you stay like that you’ll get sick..”, “Okay…” He nods and replies as he grabs the towel and the clothes you give to him. He goes into the bathroom nearby and changes out of his completely soaked clothes that stick to his skin showing his complexion and into your dry ones. He was drowning in your hoodie but the pants seemed to fit him well, they were just a little short. He walks out of the bathroom looking a lot better than he did before but still looking upset.

“What wrong sho?..” you question him, “come on let’s sit on the sofa..” you tell him worryingly.. He nods once again doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He looks down at his lap for a few minutes as he wipes away the last of his tears and before finally speaking “…Can I ask you something?” He questions, “Anything sho!” You hold onto his hand, “You promise you won’t be mad?” -He looks at your hand holding his and grips it, squeezing your hand feeling its warmth.

He lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter while looking down “You don’t…have romantic feelings for anyone else besides me right?..”, “W-what?!” “What makes you think that?!” You exclaim shockingly, tightening your grip on his hand He lets out a shaky sigh and bites the inside of his cheek, “…There’s this boy in my class, he’s…well he’s pretty or whatever.. and I heard a few people in my class say that you two talk sometimes. I’m just overthinking it…I’m sorry..” you look at him with a confused look and ask “what do you mean? Sho the only pretty boy in class i have my eyes on is you..” you smile at him , He looks up you and gives you a shaky smile. He feels stupid now for even bringing it up and thinking such things “I didn’t mean to upset you I just…I got scared..I love you a lot and I’d be destroyed if you left me…I know I’m stupid for thinking things so easily it’s just…” he sighs..

“Oh sho.. I’d never leave you babe..” you look at him sadly, it pains your heart knowing he thinks this way… does he think you’d leave him for a “pretty boy” everyone finds attractive hell no that’s for sure.

His heart flutters slightly at your words, he lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter “Really?..You promise you won’t leave me for the pretty boy from your class?..” you scuffed “sho your the only pretty boy in my class… I don’t know any other boy that you could be talking about..” you giggle at his words, He looks away, realizing how stupid he sounds. He lets out a huff and puts his head in his free hand embarrassed “ I feel like a dumbass now..”

You laugh “ Dont say that babe… you’re the only person I’d ever lay my eyes on your my pretty boy…” you smile looking deep into his eyes, “Honestly sho don’t overthink it pains me knowing you think that way..” you kiss his soft lips .. licking your lips in hunger for more kisses.

He lets out another shaky and relieved sigh as you press your lips to his. His free hand rests on your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a moment and buries his head into your neck, nuzzling it against your skin

“I’m really sorry for thinking such things…I love you so much…”.. “You should be knuckle head..” you state while playing with his semi wet hair. shivering as you touch his hair a bit wet from the rain. He gives a slight laugh at you calling him a knucklehead, knowing that he kinda deserves it and then nuzzles his head further into your neck as he speaks “I know, I’m sorry again…it’s just the people in my class keep talking about it…about how you and that boy are always talking and stuff…”.

“It’s just school work plus I didn’t want to tell you this but..” you slowly get closer to his ear and whisper “I show you off to him” you smile and you giggle in his ear. He listens to every word carefully and his cheeks turn a light pink. He takes a moment to process what you said, slightly confused at first “Huh? What do you mean you ‘show me off to him’?”, realizing what you had said but not was too late it had to be said “Oh nothing I just ramble about you a lot telling him how much of a good boyfriend you are sometimes I even get off topic on the project we do …” He can’t help but smile a bit, picturing you rambling about him to the boy as you work on projects together. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks up at you, “You really do that?” He questions “I do..”..” it’s kinda embarrassing now that I say it..” you cover your face He smiles gently at how embarrassed you are admitting it.

He gives you a satisfied smile seeing your beautiful face and moves one hand to cup your cheek. “You’re cuter than you give yourself credit for. You know that right?” You blush bright red “S-Sho!!”.. “Don’t say that” you bury yourself in his neck, He laughs at your actions and lets you bury yourself into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He brings his other hand up and runs his fingers through your hair as he smiles and speaks “Why not? I’m just saying the truth…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. I guess..” you breath heavily You immediately tell he’s enjoying the soft kisses on his neck, even letting out a small and shaky breath when you start biting into some special spots. He takes a moment to speak and when he does his voice is shaky and slightly strained… “Keep doing that and I’m…I’m not responsible for what happens next…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. if you say so..”

You continue on to leave him hickeys moving onto his lips.. He immediately melts into you as your lips move from his neck to his lips. He lets out a small hum of pleasure at the feeling as well as from the hickeys you leave. He closes his eyes and slides his tongue out a bit, gently licking over your lips as if asking for entrance into your mouth,You slowly let him inside your mouth moaning from his flavors mouth inside you… He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately exploring every inch of it as he takes the lead of the kiss. The hand holding your waist suddenly grips onto you tighter as his tongue moves against yours, desperate to taste more of you.

You moan as you deeply kiss him passionately describe for his touch, He continues to dominate the kiss, holding you pressed against him as his other hand moves your hair back and out of your face so he can see you. He lets out another shaky breath as he devours your mouth, wanting this moment to last forever. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to whisper the words, “I love you so much… ” in a soft and shaky voice before delving back in for another deep kiss…

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Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader

🌟smut

"So your the person im marrying... Great.”

“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.

"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.

"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.

Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.

"It's not your fault," he replied softly.

"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.

Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.

His words pained your heart.

"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back

"You aren't either what I was expecting..."

Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.

"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.

Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.

"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.

Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.

"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.

💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒

Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.

Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.

"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.

"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.

"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.

"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.

"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.

"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.

Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.

"Wait."

You turn in confusion

"is there something you need?"

Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.

You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.

Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.

"What have you been thinking?" You question.

Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.

"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."

Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.

Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.

"I've noticed that we've been... distant.

We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."

You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question

Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.

"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.

"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."

"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.

Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.

"I have no interest in finding what we're

'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.

Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.

"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.

"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.

"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..

Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.

"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.

Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions

"s-ho..."

Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.

"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.

"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.

"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more

Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.

"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.

"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.

“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.

Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.

He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.

“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.

“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.

“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.

He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.

“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you

“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.

“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.

“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.

“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.

“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…

You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.

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Confession

Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader

🌙Scenario/Oneshot

"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.

"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.

"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.

"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive

"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."

"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.

"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.

you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.

Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"When are we getting outtt" you whined.

Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.

"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.

"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "

You don't know what you're doing."

"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself

Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.

"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.

"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."

"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar

Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.

"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."

"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness

Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.

"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.

"This car is so boring..."

Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.

He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.

"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.

"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.

"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.

"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair

Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.

"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.

"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him

Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.

"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.

"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"

"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,

"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."

"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh

Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,

"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"

" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."

Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.

He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.

"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."

"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,

"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."

"He does ..."

Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.

"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.

" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,

"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles

"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap

Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.

"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."

"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.

" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."

Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.

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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

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pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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mad love // Mammon

( ♡ ) pairing : Mammon x fem!girlfriend!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader , NOT PROOF READ , jealous Mammon , kinda cringe

The tension in the room escalated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of weariness wash over you. The argument between Mammon and Satan had spiraled out of control, and now it seemed like violence was on the verge of erupting. Beel held Mammon back with a grip, trying to prevent any further escalation.

Satan's warning hung in the air, his frustration evident in his voice. He had reached his breaking point, unable to tolerate Mammon's jealous ass reckless behavior any longer. The demon of greed, however, seemed unfazed by the threat, his defiance shining through his retort. His stubbornness refused to back down, even in the face of potential consequences.

" All right , do it , punch me . See what will happen next ! " Mammon's challenge hung in the air, daring Satan to follow through with his threat. The room fell silent, the tension thickening with each passing second.

Satan yelled, "You wanted this!" and swung his fist, hitting Mammon in the face, causing his head to turn to the side. Levi watched the altercation and bit his lip, quickly looking away. "damn" he thought.

Asmo angrily grabbed Satan's arm, trying to calm him down. His fingers dug slightly into Satan's arm, preventing him from escaping "Let me go! I'm going to teach our brother a lesson," Satan angrily whispered.

Satan's rage burned hot as he Asmo tried to held him down . His eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving with anger. The room seemed to crackle with tension .

Mammon, clutching his throbbing cheek, slowly regained his composure. Blood trickled from a split lip, staining his teeth crimson. His eyes narrowed, a mixture of pain and defiance flickering within them. He wiped away the blood with the back of his hand, refusing to show weakness.

Belphie came to your side and grabbed your arm. "Do something, [name]!" Belphie whispered-yelled at you. Feeling a sense of responsibility, you gulped and yelled at the two, "You two, stay!" Hoping that the pacts would make them listen to you, but unfortunately, it didn't work. Levi, confused and concerned, asked himself, "What's going on?"

Mammon shouted at Beel, hoping to be released, "Let me go! I’ll kill him ! "

"Oh, I'd be thrilled to witness your attempt! Let's find out what you're capable of," Satan challenged Mammon, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Beel glanced at you with a pleading expression. " [Name], restrain Mammon! If you're the one restraining him, he might regain his senses." His words resonated with you, and you felt a sense of duty to help calm Mammon down. With a nod, you approached Mammon, hoping that you could have some effect on him.

Whispering softly, you called out to him , " Darling, please " Your voice carried a mix of concern and affection, hoping to reach the Mammon you knew deep down. However, to your surprise and dismay, he didn't even spare a glance at you. With a forceful push, he brushed you aside, disregarding your presence entirely.

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Beel's eyes widened in shock, his plea for help now tinged with worry. Satan's smirk faded, replaced by a frown. It was clear that Mammon's anger had consumed him , blinding him to everything else, including the people who cared about him.

Satan sighed , calming himself down , and then with a disapproving shake of his head, addressed Mammon directly " You shouldn't have done that " he said sternly before leaving the room. Levi, not wanting to be a part of the drama, tsked and took Asmodeus by the arm. "Let's go, leave them alone," he suggested, and Asmodeus glanced back at Mammon with a hint of frustration " And you wonder why she doesn't want to spend time with you " Asmo hissed before following Levi and Beel out of the room, leaving you and Mammon alone.

Mammon's shoulders tensed up, his muscles visibly tightening under the weight of his emotions. The silence that enveloped the room spoke volumes, each passing second filled with an unspoken tension that hung in the air. It was as if the atmosphere itself had become charged with his anger, making it palpable and almost suffocating.

You could see the struggle within him, the internal battle raging behind his eyes. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his fists involuntarily tightened, betraying the turmoil he was experiencing. It was evident that he was torn between his emotions and his stubborn pride.

The hurt in his eyes mirrored the ache in your own heart.

You let out a sigh and glanced at your boyfriend "Hey, Mammon," you said, concern in your voice " I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spent so much time with Satan." You apologized, knowing that Mammon doesn't like it when you hang out with other guys too much, especially his brothers .

Raising your hand, you firmly held onto his hand, causing him to stop trembling. Mammon stood there for a moment before turning to look at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

He turned completely towards you and embraced you tightly, tears streaming down his face filled with regret. His hand gently caressed your head as he mumbled apologies. " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I never wanted to hurt you..." he cried.

" It's okay, love " you reassured him with a soft smile, wiping away his tears, your palms resting on his cheeks . Mammon gazed at you, trying to calm his sobs, his palms resting on top of yours.

You smiled softly and rested his head on your shoulder, soothing him with words of love. And suddenly, the monster within him fell asleep as he rested his head on your shoulder.

Please don't leave

D'Artagnan x fem!reader

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A/N: Hiii, so yeah, this is basically my first post of a one-shot I wrote like a year ago but I am still proud of it to this day. At first it was written based on D'Artagnan from the movie The Three Musketeers but later on I realised that it works perfectly with the one from the series as well so you got both of them here haha. I also decided to leave this in a 3rd pov despite reader's involvement in this story. Anyway, please enjoy and let me know how you like it ;D

Warning: none it's just fluff

Summary: D'Artagnan and his wife wake up to another morning in their bed until they realise the daunting truth of what is to come.

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Another cold morning had hit the residents of Paris. The early busy streets were haunted by a mysterious fog and the warm breaths of people talking with each other in hopes of buying something for what little they had. Amongst the civilians, a bunch of feathered hats moved around. The musketeers, the pride and joy of the King's army, were up early and ready to protect their country and their King. All of them but one.

She pulled her bedsheets up, trying to hide from the merciless cold that had crept into her usually warm bedroom. She could use the feeling of his body to fight the cold but found no strength to search for his touch as her place in the bed was partially warmed up by her. As if her thoughts called him, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. It felt just like the usual morning they were to spend together. Except it wasn't. 

The reality hit her like a wild horse and broke all of her dreams of a lovely morning into pieces. "Charles," she croaked. There was no response but she knew he was up, he was a light sleeper, his profession made him to be one. "Charles," she tried again. A sound returned to her voice and finally hit his ears as he snuggled closer to the crook of her neck. 

"Oui, mon ange?" he mumbled against her skin, placing a small kiss. It was prickling like a needle as she slowly realized it might have been one of the last kisses she was to receive from him. 

"You have to go," her voice shook and she gulped, to swallow the lump in her throat caused by the urge to cry. 

He groaned, realizing the truth as well, but choosing to ignore it in favor of more cuddles. "No, we still have time."

She sighed as she glanced at the clock, "No, we don't, the musketeers will be here any minute." She started wiggling, trying to break free from his grip that only tightened, making her break a smile whilst she kept on trying. "I have to prepare you a bath. And get your clothes," 

"No, you don't, I can do it later," he muttered sleepily, pulling her as close as physically possible. 

"I do, or you'll have to go through the embarrassment of being dragged out of the bed naked by one of your brothers in arms," she giggled, hitting his hand which had proven to be the right method to make him let go. 

"Please don't leave," he begged, setting off a tear down her cheek. However, it quickly dried as she gasped when the freezing air hit her skin, biting into every inch of her naked body. 

She quickly dressed herself, and he, unbeknownst to her, was watching her with adoration. All of her motions, the way she tied her hair into a ponytail with a black tie, creating a small bowtie at the top. How she quickly put on her underwear to fight of the spreading goosebumps on her skin, small almost inaudible gasps escaping her lips with each movement. The way she perfectly slipped into the black dress he gave her last winter, the one she wore every time he had to leave her. And after all those times, he learned to despise the dress, wishing he never had given it to her. Wishing she never had to put it on, on another of those mornings.

As she left the room, it was as if a symphony he didn't even realise was enveloping his entire world came to a halt. But then her voice rang across the house and he found himself fighting the cold outside their bed just to get to her. As he washed, she made sure everything was ready for him. She always did. She didn't even forget the small package of food for the way, no matter how many times he had told her that Porthos would bring something. And every time, he made sure to eat everything she packed for him instead of what Porthos had brought. 

He was drying himself up when he noticed the unusual silence coming from his significant other. "Why so silent, amour?"  

"Just a lot of thoughts," she shrugged, forcing a smile onto her lips, even though her eyes glistened with tears. 

His posture softened under her teary gaze, but it didn't stop him from his usual habits. "You don't have to mourn, you know I will be back," he grinned arrogantly, letting out his boyish attitude to reduce her worries. But it was very like him to laugh in the face of Death and then escape, no matter how carelessly he threads the line between life and death. She smiled honestly this time, a small giggle escaping her lips and he wished he could trap it in a jar and take it with him. She opened her mouth to retort back but was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. 

"D'Artagnan, you better not be sleeping or I will break this door down and drag your ass out whether it's naked or not! Athos is already waiting for us on the academy grounds." Aramis' voice roared from the outside. Her eyebrow lifted, glancing at D'Artagnan who was half naked with a towel in his hands. "I suppose you are at the risk of a major embarrassment." 

"I'm not if my love makes sure to hold them up for me," he smirked devilishly as she rolled her eyes, already heading for the door.  "Sometimes I wish to not do as you say and witness the actual threat getting fulfilled, I think I'd find it more than hilarious," she yelled at him in the middle of her tracks, a mischievous smile, he could see in his mind, painting her lips. "You wouldn't do me that dirty, you love me too much for something like that," he managed to answer while frantically trying to put on his pants.

"Do I really?" she teased, grabbing the door knob and twisting it.

"Hello, gentlemen," she smiled brightly at the two musketeers in front of her. They bowed their heads while holding their hats in an elegant matter, both smiling at her, Aramis appearing to be more joyful than any other time. "My lady." 

"Definitely not yours!" D'Artagnan's voice thundered from the other room. 

"She will be if you don't come out ready this instant!" Aramis snapped back, throwing a bold wink at the lady of the house. She could only roll her eyes at the cheesy gesture as she leaned on the door frame, preventing the two men from entering any further. She smiled politely. "You will have to forgive me, but I oppose to that idea, unfortunately," 

Aramis grabbed her hand and placed his lips on top of it. "Oh, what a shame, my gorgeous lady,"  he sighed after holding it for longer than appropriate, only making her chuckle. 

"Fortunately!" Charles yelled out again. 

"Mon amour, I cannot hold them much longer. Aramis is gonna be all over me if you don't get here soon," a smirk on her face met Aramis' similair one in front of her as Charles D'Artagnan appeared from behind her, accompanied by a loud crash. 

He puffed out his chest after his 'graceful' entrance. "Weren't you the one who taught me not to profane the lady?" he send daggers Aramis' way, towering over the two of his friends, "And here you are, dragging my wife into whatever is going on in that head of yours. I think this matter cannot be resolved any other way than a proper fight upon our return," her eyes widened upon the words of her husband as she noticed the challenging sparks in the musketeers' eyes.

"In no way are you fighting after your return. I will be more than thankful to have you come in one piece after those few weeks so don't you even think about getting yourself killed the very next day," she turned around to fix his shirt and coat that was visibly put on in a hurry. However, she did not fail to handle his clothes with rough tugs, a heat rising in his chest from the warning fire in her eyes. "And you better not let him do anything stupid, I know he will try anyways," she turned around again, eyeing the other musketeers who bowed again under the urging flames.

"At your service, my lady," they smirked in Charles' face and set off running  when he gave chase and chased them all the way to the front yard and to where the horses were already prepared to set off. She followed them, walking to the front yard slowly with a soft laugh but quieted the second she saw them by the horses. D'Artagnan was still with his feet on the ground and waiting for her with a glint in his eyes. Oh, how she was going to miss his dark loving eyes only ever laid on her and the warmth of his body on all of those winter mornings. Oh, how he was going to miss the sweet, sweet smile of hers and the way her voice sounded between the walls of their house. How he was never looking forward to the deafening silence around him without her presence, despite Porthos' mouth never shutting up during the missions. It was a list of unspoken vows they never told to each other out loud but they could always feel it, the way the world stopped at that very moment. 

And without any wait, when she was within his reach, he pulled her into a bittersweet kiss, sending thousands of painful but sweet needles down their lips as both of them knew this may be their last. It was long, full of longing and pain, but mesmerising enough to deafen Aramis' scoff in the back. "Please don't leave," she begged after their lips finally parted, her forehead resting on his. She begged again after he hopped on his horse and again right before they departed. "You know I will come back," he reassured her. And yet, she kept on begging in silence, hoping that he would keep true to his word again just as he did up until now.

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New Contact

Spiderman x fem!reader

pt. 2

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Summary: In a world where nobody remembers who Peter Parker is, the poor boy is slowly building his life again, especially when it comes to MJ. He hopes to gradually restore their lost relationship when he meets another girl, a new contact he didn't know he needed.

Warning: Spiderman No Way Home spoilers but honestly, who hasn't seen that masterpiece at this point???

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"Aaand you're back," MJ commented as her regular customer entered the cafeteria she worked part-time in. It was about 2 months since this mysterious boy entered the place for the first time, his actions rather odd at that time. MJ could recall the way his puppy dog eyes stared at her for good 20 minutes before he blabbered out his order. And even then his dark brown eyes hadn't left her, following her behind the counter as she served him and other customers.

"Hey," he waved his hand at her quickly as usual before glueing himself behind the computer in front of her. He comfortably leaned both his hands on the wooden counter, rubbing his palms and sucking his lower lip as he glanced at the early summer offer filled with new special drinks. "You're gonna have chocolate moccha, right?" her quiet voice caught his attention, a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded. "You know it!" he grinned as she smiled back, pushing himself away from the counter. He sat at a small table in the corner of the cafe, where he had the best view of the whole counter.

While waiting for his coffee to be served by his former girlfriend who has forgotten him, Peter resolved to playing on his phone, checking the push notification of breaking news he got, one more bizarre than the other.

However, he didn't forget to check on MJ taking orders whilst she made his chocolate moccha, occassionally catching her eyes meeting his as he found her staring at him from time to time, making heat spread from his ears to his cheeks. Each time her lips broke into a small smile. Peter waved and smiled back, boping his head into the beat of the song coming from the speakers, when his phone buzzed.

Another notification interrupted him, making him jump from his seat, startling MJ who was just now bringing him his coffee. "I gotta go, sorry, thanks for the coffee, I'll drink it later!" he managed to spit out before his feet sent him flying across the cafe and out the door to the street, his heart cursing his unstable job more than ever.

"And he's gone," MJ spoke to the empty chair she was now facing, letting out a loud sigh as her body relaxed again, her second hand holding the cup now letting it go as she took the money Peter left behind. No matter how many times he has ordered and disappeared like this, she could never get quite used to the oddness of the boy.

"Hi, I am so sorry about yesterday, my job-" Peter rushed into the shop the next day, an hour before MJ's shift was to end.

"Excuse me? Can I help you sir?"

He stopped in his tracks, completely freezing on the spot as his head turned to the counter as an unfamiliar voice found its way into his ear.. But today, despite the schedule Peter has studied thoroughly, the girl standing in front of him wasn't MJ. It wasn't her smile, it wasn't her voice, it wasn't her eyes looking at him with curiosity. No, this was someone else, a new girl he hasn't seen before but he already could tell that he didn't like her very much. Mostly because it was supposed to be MJ, and it wasn't. "I'm sorry," he managed to let out, finally moving from the front of the door. The girl tilted her head, one of her eyebrows rising while her polite smile seemed to be fighting with an amused one.

"That's okay, what can I get you?" she waved her hand, the polite shape her lips were stretched into staying on top. She watched as Peter eyed the offer, unbeknownst to her, waiting for MJ to tell him his usual offer but his eyes were gliding through the different colours and prizes of the drinks for too long now.

"The strawberry milkshake is one of the best," she leaned in, following her gaze to the summer offers, a small smirk on her lips. "Really?" Peter looked at her briefly, pulling back at the sudden closeness before getting back to the offer, his chocolate eyes now stuck on the strawberry milkshake. "Then one strawberry milkshake, please," he forced a sweet smile, cursing himself for not ordering a chocolate moccha he craved.

"It's my favorite," the waitress nodded, her teeth showing as she typed the order to the computer in front of her. "Mhm," Peter only brought himself to hum, eyes wandering all around the cafe, in hopes of spotting MJ cleaning tables or coming out of the storeroom. But she wasn't in today.

"Where's MJ?" he found himself asking, eyes still looking at everything else but the girl in front of him. "She's not working today. Why?" he got back another question, his eyes finally meeting the girl's wary ones. "She was supposed to help me study," Peter came up with the first lie he thought about, immediately face-palming himself in his head. Yeah, sure, study, when he wasn't even attending a proper college. Yet, it seemed to convince her.

"Really? That's odd. She's on a vacation with her friends for next two weeks, so I don't get why she would offer you tutoring knowing she would be gone," the waitress raised her eyebrows, moving from the computer to the mixer, Peter finding himself following her unconciously, his eyes now stuck on her, beggin for answers. "With her... friends?"

"Yeah? Aren't you... friends?" The loud sound of the mixer cut Peter out before he could say anything back, making him stare at the moving mixture, contemplating his answer.

"I guess not... We don't have that much contact," he sighed sadly once the noise had stopped, the girl turning around just to watch his shoulders slump down as he sat by the wooden counter this time, completely ignoring his usual spot. "I'm sorry..." she hummed, pouring the milkshake to the glass in front of her.

"Maybe you should find some new contacts," her voice made him lift his head, watching her as she handed him the drink, taking it when the sun from outside broke  through the windows to light her up in its beams, all this for Peter to watch as a sweet strawberry taste from the straw spread on his tongue, bringing him to hum quietly in satisfaction. Her smile widened at his response. "Told you," she winked at him before getting back to work. And in that moment, he couldn't help but agree. The strawberry milkshake was truly one of the best he ever had.

"I attend MIT as well," the girly voice broke him out of scrolling through his phone mindlessly, the waitress standing in front of him once again.  "So, if you need any help, let me know," a hand appeared next to his drink, sliding a small paper towards him with a name and a phone number. "I'm Y/n," he looked up to find her with an extended hand towards him again. "You're new contact,"

That evening Peter found himself contemplating whether to call you or not. He held the small folded paper in his pocket on the whole way home, placing it on top of the books on his table as soon as he got into his small apartment. He stared at it for hours, picking up his phone from time to time, wishing he could text Ned or even MJ about it, but he couldn't. He didn't have their contacts, he had no one, there was only one phone number on his contact list and that was the old cellphone of aunt May, now lying somewhere under the ruins of their old apartment building. And that meant no one. He had no one.

Well, not exactly. Now he had a new contact.

You.

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part 2?

Strawberry Milkshake

Spiderman x fem!reader pt.2

part 1

Summary: In a world where nobody remembers who Peter Parker is, the poor boy is slowly building his life again, especially when it comes to MJ. He hopes to gradually restore their lost relationship when he meets another girl, a new contact he didn't know he needed.

Warning: This is part 2 of the story New Contacts

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Two weeks flew by quicker than you thought and what was originally supposed to be one-time tutoring for Peter Parker turned out to be a whole set of study sessions for your exams and projects, flavoured by the constant help from Peter. You found yourself wandering how did this guy not attend MIT with you, or maybe even Harvard, when he was so effortlessly grasping topics that took you weeks to figure out.

"I hate this professor," you mumbled once, sitting on his couch as he sat on a pillow on the other side of the table, tugging on your physics book. "Why?" he chuckled, pulling it out completely and opening it on a random page, breezing through the tiny printed words. "He made me do this absolutely impossible project because I was ten minutes late. Ten minutes! And he knows how much I suck at physics, so he's basically giving me hell like every lesson!" you threw your arms into the air in frustration, letting them fall down with a loud thud against the couch.

"Why do you take his subject then, if you don't like it that much?" you met Peter's dark chocolate eyes staring at you from behind the book. "My parents want me to be an engineer," you sighed. "Said I needed a proper job instead of-"

"A waitress," he cut you off, earning a pillow flying above the table, aimed for his head. 

"No," you chuckled, looking away from his sweet smile that always managed to capture you too much. "No, I was thinking of making it to Brodway one day. I used to write small plays for my elementary school and highschool, thinking that maybe one day they could be plastered on the bilboards of New York City,"

Peter watched your eyes get lost in the view of his window, the roofs of millions of buildings in Queens visible from where you were sitting. "Who says they couldn't be? One day?" your were brought back by his soft voice, making you smile sadly. "My parents," you commented, leaving him with nothing to say as he knew that fear of disappointing his loved ones. Yet, he still knew he had to choose his heart. And he thought that you should know it too.

"You should follow your heart," he broke the silence between the two of you, his words creating another smile on your lips, this time a rather sarcastic one. "Okay, Disney princess," you joked, getting the lost pillow thrown back at you. "I might, once you tell me why didn't you follow your heart to MIT. You're obviouly a nerd and you know your way around this... stuff," you gestured at the opened books in front of you, mere look on them making you shiver in disgust. "I'm not a nerd," Peter immediately shook his head. 

"Really? Tell me the name of a certain math term defined as 'a rectangular array or table of numbers, symbols, or expressions, arranged in rows and columns'," you lifted your eyebrow. "Matrix," Peter said without missing a beat. "And what planet is Chewbacca from?"

"Kashyyyk," you nodded, Peter's immediate responses only proving your point as a victorious grin spread across your face. "Bingo," Peter scrunched his nose as you moved your body in a small victory dance, taking a sip from one of the two glasses full of strawberry milkshake on the table. 

"So now, spill the beans, why aren't you studying at MIT?" you watched as Peter's posture slumped just like the first time you met him in the cafeteria, his eyes suddenly thousand miles away, lost in his complicated mind. "I almost was," he spoke up after a while, his voice quiet. "I applied and I got in... They just lost me," he breathed out a heavy breath that seemed to be stuck in him this whole time. He technically didn't lie, they did lose him, as in any information about him, just like everyone on this world. And despite the weight it has put on his shoulders, he seemed to breathe a bit lighter once it was out. 

"I'm so sorry," you muttered, feeling bad for pushing a topic that was clearly sensitive for him. "Are you thinking of applying again?"

"Only if you submit one of your plays to Broadway," he grinned. "Maybe a smaller theater for the starter?" you smiled back helplessly, sighing in relief as he nodded, and stuck out your pinky. "Promise," he tied your pinky with his, sending warmth from his skin to your whole body. "Deal,"

"How was the vacation?" you asked, turning your head a bit to see MJ on the other side of the cafeteria. "It was good, had a lot of fun with everyone, until our car broke down," she shrugged, unphased by your shocked expression. "And I suppose everything ended well, since you're here safe and healthy, or am I talking to a ghost?" you joked, earning a small chuckle from your colleague. "Ned's grandma alarmed their neighbour to come and pick us up," MJ shrugged, joining you at the mixer. 

"Why two glasses? Thought you were doing a milkshake for yourself?" she shouted through the mixer you manged to turn on with a pink mess turning inside. "For Peter," you yelled back, the bell at the door jingling as soon as you turned the gadget off, the mentioned brown haired boy skipping inside.

"Guess who applied!" he put his phone in front of you, barely registering MJ standing next to you, watching him in surprise. You gasped as you read that his application was sent successfully, pushing yourself over the counter with one hand to hug him with the other, Peter reciprocating the hug tightly. "Now, where's the play?" he smirked, making you shake your head. "That will come after the physics project. Can you imagine what he told me? That apparently my, well, your idea wasn't enough and I should use real physics as a base for this project," you groaned, remembering the talk from your physics teacher that kept bothering you the whole day. "He's such a jerk, but we'll figure something out! If he wants real physics we better give him one," he winked, making a small giggle escape your lips.

"I didn't know you two are friends," MJ's voice made both of you turn to her, meeting her confused eyes jumping from him to you. "MJ," Peter breathed out a bit of air, the rest getting stuck in his throat as he didn't know what to say. You looked at him, a bit confused what to do before MJ opened her mouth again. 

"Chocolate moccha for you as usual, Peter?" she watched as Peter's eyes fell on the two glasses of strawberry milkshake you were holding, the drink now becoming a tradition after two weeks of drinking it with you. "I'll have it later, thank you," he nodded back at MJ politely, taking a glass from you. 

You watched in shock as MJ turned away immediately, Peter's lips parting to release the rest of the breath he was holding. "Peter," you spoke up, feeling there was something between them you might have interrupted when an interruption of your worried thoughts came in a form Peter's gentle smile. "I will talk to her later, for now I have you and your strawberry milkshake,"

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[ background] [ you and peter pan have been dating for a couple years,but then he goes missing leaving you in charge of the lost boys. A couple years past and he comes back]

(Y/n pov) 

It's been 3 years since Peter went missing. Everything has been running smoothly.

"Y/N COME QUICK."

Or everything was running smoothly.

"I'M COMING FELIX." As I ran as fast as I could something felt strange but comforting. When I got over there , their was a stranger in a brown hood. 

" Take off the hood now." He resisted

" I said take it off now." 

" Or what , are you going to kill me or lock me up huh princess." 

" NOBODY CALLS ME PRINCESS."

"Except peter."  I mumbled under my breath

Peter pov 

" NOBODY CALLS ME PRINCESS."

But your my princess its me but you Don t know that.

"Take off the hood ." 

" okay okay." 

Y/n pov 

"Okay okay." 

When he toke of the hood and it was peter 

"Peter?" 

"Yes princess." 

"Okay don't get cocky with me. Let's get back to the camp." 

"Okay." 

( time skip presented by Felix being a lonely dude)

" So are you going to explain why you have been gone for 3 YEARS."

" I was kidnapped by pirates." 

" My butt." 

" I'm not lying." 

" Okay I believe you ." 

" This is why I love you y/n."

" I love you to Peter pan." 

" I think I'm going to puke ." 

" Oh shut up felix." 

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Mine

Mike Wheeler x fem!reader

Warnings:fluff, jealousy and little bit of swearing and its a little long to read.

Note: Mike and Reader have been best friends forever and when a certain new girl pops up and tries to steal Mike away, Reader knows she has to make the new girl know Mike is hers.

*Season 3 Mike and Reader are both 14? I think*

"Y/N?" Mike calls out, annoyed as he has to wait for you to finish getting ready to go to Starcourt Mall.

"Almost done, Mikey!" Reader calls out to him as she finishes her make-up just in time for Mike to swing open the door and look at Reader and her cute choice of clothing.

"W-woah, you look umm g-great" Mike mumbles as his eyes go wide, taking in readers pretty sun dress that she wears every summer and her perfectly curled hair and cute shy smile.

"Thanks, Mikey" You grinned as you took his hand and lead him over to the front yard to go ride over to the mall to meet your friends.

Mike blushes as you interlock your hand with his and drag him down the stairs all the way to where your bikes were.

"Do you think they're waiting for us still?" You asked as you hopped on the bike and stared at your best friend.

"I don't know N/N but if they aren't we can go hang out ourselves" Mike chuckled and you smiled wide.

"Oooh~ I would love that!" You squeal and Mike sighs as he looks at you dreamily and takes in your beauty.

"Let's go now Mikey, before we actually get late" you said as you started riding off.

Mike nods and does as you said and also went after you. Anyone from a 10 meter distance could tell Mike is smitten for you and was so obviously inlove with you and people could say the same for you as they noticed your lingering glances at him and his lips and they way you were so close with eachother.

You both arrived at the mall and put your bikes in the bike rack as you make your way over to the party and Max smiles and you run up to her for a hug and she glady hugs you back and all of you watched up while waiting for Will to get here.

Once Will arrived you all went to Schoops Ahoy just before Steve's shift ended so you could get free ice-cream.

The party all sat down at a table and you and Mike sat close together while eating your ice creams. You and Mike have been friends since you both could talk and Mike was only a year older then you, so you both grew up together meaning you knew everything about eachother and were very close.

You all talked and hanged out while walking around the mall as a group and window shopping (ya'll are broke) and you walked with Mike as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. It was a normal thing for you two and was also for the party but that didn't stop them from teasing you two relentlessly.

"Awww, you two finally dating?" Dustin says in a sing-song voice as you and Mike both blush and deny it.

"You sure?" Lucas and Max both say before giggling and laughing at you two and you notice Mike really embarrassed, so you slip your hand into his and give it a gentle squeeze and when the others weren't looking, a quick peck on his cheek making both of your faces light up and get all red.

You relased your hand from his and walked faster to catch up with Max and you girls both laughed and talked about the utter most random things as Mike walked with the rest of the group but was absolutely stunned and not in a bad way just like happy shocked or smth.

A few hours go by and you guys have to go home and since you and Mike are neighbours you rode together.

"Today was fun, huh?" You told Mike with a smile and he smile back while saying.

"Yeah, very fun." He said before saying, "like the bit where you kissed me." Mike said, leaving both of you blushing messes and you quickly defended yourself.

"I-i was trying to cheer you up and I only kissed your cheek!" you said quickly and defensively but with a huge grin on your face.

"Yeah, right." Mike said and you both laughed before reaching your houses.

"See you tomorrow, Mikey?" You asked and he nodded and you went to go hug him and he returned it before going into your separate houses.

You woke up tomorrow and got ready to all hang out again and it was pretty much the same all summer before it was the last day of break and the party and you went to a hill and made a promise to stick together no matter what happens. It was a tradition you've been doing since 2 years ago.

You and Mike walked home and he walked you to your door before saying, "Princess?"

Mike had been calling you that since you were 6 as a joke because you had dressed up in a princess costume and he a knight for Halloween and you wore that costumes for 3 days before taking it off because Mike gifted you it for your birthday and you were excited to wear it.

"Yeah, Mikey?" You mumbed and looked up into his pretty brown eyes and stared at eachother so intensely before Mike slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

You guys pulled apart for a second before you kissed him again and when you guys pulled away you pressed your forehead on his and closed your eyes as you went for another kiss.

You both smiled when you stopped the kiss before you went inside your house and when you closed the door, you quietly screamed and made little excited noises and Mike grinned as he could hear you from outside, but said nothing as he walked back to his house with the biggest smile ever, on his face.

The next day was the first day of school so you decided to be a little extra and put more effort in so you got into the shower and picked a cute outfit, a cropped baby blue shirt with black shorts. You asked your mum if she could braid your hair and after you put on your make-up and prepared your school bag for the day.

You got to school and waited for the rest of the party to arrive and Max came first and you guys sat on the bench and waited for the guys and you told her what happened with Mike yesterday and she and you were both giggling and laughing about it.

"I think I'm inlove with him" you confessed to Max just as Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas arrived and asked what you were talking about and Max replied with 'nothing' as you and Mike made heart eyes at eachother.

You guys were just staring at eachother and the whole party was just whispering and chuckling at the interaction between you two. You both smiled and then you walked up close to him and pecked his lips before walking away with Max.

"OMG DUDE" Dustin screamed, "DID SHE J-JUST?!? OMG"

"SINCE WHEN WAS THAT A THING?" Both Lucas and Will yelled at him.

Mike didn't say anything as he blushed and pressed to fingers to his lips, where you kissed him and smiled before calling your name and chasing after you and Max.

"Hey! Y/N" Mike jogged up to you and Max just as she whispered in your ear she was about to go.

"Hi Mikey" you said as he pulled you in by the waist and kissed you again.

Once you guys pulled apart you smiled and held his hand and he walked you to class, where you both sat down in the 2nd last row next to eachother.

"Mike?" You said, "What are we exactly?" You spoke to him in a curious voice.

"Whatever you want to be but I do really want to be your boyfriend and you know? Be dating?" He said as he blushed in the last few words.

"Well then I guess I'm your girlfriend" You giggles as Mike smiled wide at this information and leaned over to kiss your head and went back to listening to what the teachers was saying but he linked his hand into yours.

A few months go by and life seems perfect, you have your lovely boyfriend, good friends, amazing grades and it all seemed so good right now. You're always hanging out with Mike and your both very clingy but you don't mind it's actually amazing because when Mike gets clingy he gets attached to you like attached and will not be physically removed.

You enter school with Mike's arm around your waist and your friends walking behind you. They go to separate classes while you and Mike go to your English class. You sit down with Mike in your shared desk and Mike's places his hand comfortably on your thigh and you listen to the teacher while he draws circles on you.

The teacher announces there will be a new girl and then she steps in and you watch as her eyes go past everyone on onto your boyfriends. You shift uncomfortablely at her intense staring before finally looking at the teacher.

"Mike?" You asked quietly as the teacher was introducing the new girl, whose name is Aria.

"Yeah, princess?" Mike looks at you, like your the world or to precise his world.

"The new girl keeps staring at you." You shift again when you notice her gaze on your boyfriend.

"I don't care about her, love. Just you." Mike says as he kisses the crown of your head and grips you tighter as you lean into his touch.

"Aria, go sit down next to Mike" the teacher yelled, "Mike put your hand up."

Mike hesitantly put his hand up and moved even closer to you, if that was possible.

"Hi, I'm Aria" She said to Mike smiling all wide and flirtatious.

"I'm Mike" He said bluntly and didn't shake her hand when she held it off but she brushed it off.

"You been here long?" She asked him question after question and he got sick and tired of it so he pulled you onto his lap and the teacher didn't care as he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in your neck.

"Yeah, I guess. Could you stop talking? I'm with my girlfriend." Mike snarled as he cuddles into you more. You blushed at him being this much PDA with you but you liked it as he didn't so it much often.

You death stared the girl, who did the same back at you and you and Mike both got up straight away to leave class once the bell rang.

"Let's go back to mine." The Wheeler boy says as he drags you along not even giving you the chance to say yes or no. :)

You both hang out at his house for the rest of the day and went to bed together and cuddled the rest of the night.

The next day the girl did the same after and she did so for a month and recieved a months worth of Mike's rejections, before you had enough.

You came out if class to see Mike in the hallway and you both made eye contact and he was about to go over to you as a certain demon spawn (Aria) came over to him and again started to flirting with him.

You had enough so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Mikey!" You ran up to him and into his arms as he spun you around before setting you down and you immediately went in for a kiss. But it wasn't a singular kiss, no, you were full on making out with Mike infront of Aria and you broke apart just as Mike said.

"L-love" as you bit down gently on his neck and left a hicky on there and he squirmed.

Once you finished what you were doing you turned around and faced Aria.

"Oh hi. I didn't see you there." Just as you grabbed Mike hand and dragged him through the halls.

"Princess?" Mike said teasingly, "Were you jealous?" He said giggling and smiling like a fool.

"What? No!" You laughed once you looked him in the eye and he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him.

"I'm so inlove with you. Just you." Mike said repeating what he said before and that was all you needed.

"I love you too, Mike"

Came to me in a dream, corazon baby-proofing the house for pregnant!reader or baby, but it turns out to be more helpful for him. Would love to see it in a storyline. ❤️

overall gideon relationship headcanons please :)

of course !! sorry for doing this so late omg i genuinely forgot i had tumblr but im so back !!

GIDEON GRAVES RELATIONSHIP HC !!

please, this man loves you with his whole heart

literally your number 1 supporter (sometimes TOO supportive, even if it’s completely wrong he thinks its okay only because youre the one doing it)

will NEVER let a single drop of your money go torwarda anything as long as he’s there. He will pay for everything and always just says its because he has the cash for it so why make you pay ??

this man absolutely CRAVES affection. he needs it as bad as the way a plague spreads. after everything he’s been through, he truely wants someone to care. so if you show him any sort of affection, hes swooned and will most definitely return it one way or another

back to the money thing, hes a strong believer that ‘money buys happiness’ and all he wanta is to see you happy so all his cash will probably go to you.

anything you hint that you want ? yours immediately . he will buy you ANYTHING if it means youll be happy.

also, this man will do anything in his power to keep you as far away as possible from the league. youll meet them maybe once or twice if youre lucky but will make sure they are nowhere near you at all times. after you two got together, he saw them more as a danger or threat and he doesnt wanna risk you getting hurt.

he probably also passed the league down eventually. i mean, he got a new partner so whats the point in chasing ramona anymore ??

but overall, he really does love you. this man will do some sickening things to ensure your safety and will always be by your side.

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Ghostbur calls his lover ‘my blue’ because even when blue doesn’t help him his lover helps him :)

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Going Grocery Shopping

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Takumi Aldini, Eishi Tsukasa)

(Thank you so much for 40 notes! Here's another one for you guys. Sorry i couldn't do a short story for these but take some headcanons my dears.)

Sōma Yukihira

-Usually you cant take him anywhere because he causes an issue in which you have to be asked to leave (much to your despair)

-The grocery store is probably the only place you two can go without much problems

-May or may not be sneaking ingredients that werent on your list into the shopping cart

"Oh? What do you mean there werent any Rice crackers and Salmon in the cart before? I'm certain you put them in."

-Will asked to be pushed in the cart around the aisles

-If he ever gets lost, find him in the Frozen Dessert aisle, he loves it there for whatever reason

"C'mon Babeeee. Just one more tub of Ice cream.....Yes i know we already have 4 tubs already. Your point is?"

-However if you were shopping for a food war/cooking practice, he'd be very helpful

-Recommending ingredients, telling you the best flavor combinations from his experience, and slipping in a few personal items

-Overall, hes a massive child in the store so please hold his hand so he doesn't run off

Akira Hayama

-A rollercoaster of emotions

-Its like stepping into a whole other world when you food shop with him

-He tends to find the items in the store "Sub par" and "Second rate" but always picks the best ones with his well trained sense of smell

"Why bother buying from these cheap stores when i have fresh spices and blends at home?"

-He'd swear he hates shopping with you but secretly enjoys the time he spends with you (Good luck getting him to admit it though)

-May subtly tease and feign ignorance when you need help reaching something at a higher shelf

"Hm? Cant you reach it on your own from down there?” -pause- “Whats that look on your face for?"

-On rare occasions, he'll hold your hand when you go together

-He swears its just so that you dont get lost but you know better

-To be honest, its just less of a arduous task if you just go by yourself

Takumi Aldini

-One of the most normal ones on this list if we're being honest

-Its just a calming and sweet time through and through

-He's usually the one to ask you to go with him but will flush when you ask why

"Dont be silly, I just thought you'd want to pick up some things for your upcoming food war, thats all."

-Will never leave you on your own in the store since he loves spending time with you more than he'll admit (his face gives him away)

-He'll push the cart and carry your bags like a gentleman

"How could you even say that, Il mio amore? As if id let you carry them when you already paid."

-An absolute god at picking vegatables for some reason

-His background in the restaurant business definitely plays a part

-In the top 3 (And not three) guys you should always bring when you're shopping

(New!) Eishi Tsukasa

-A walking beige flag when it comes to shopping

-You either love it or want to rip every single hair from your body with tweezers

-Hes not loud or causing a disturbance but hes micro managing and nitpickjng everything

"Thats the one you chose?" "Uhp, I wouldnt go with that one."

-Its better to just let him do everything because he'll make you feel stupid no matter what move you make (even though thats not his intention)

-He means well but lets be honest, you just arent on the same page very often in terms of shopping

"I apologize dear but you know im particular. I dont mean to hover."

-If you have no filter and tell him to cut it out, he'll immeidiently draw back into himself at your blantant rejection

-His more awkward side will show and he will mumble endless strings of apologies

-Just be ready to put up with this weird snowflake

HxH: Feitan w/ a Strong! S/o Pt.1(?)

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`>Getting back into the HXH fandom slowly so while I'm working on some more Food Wars! Content, have these since this gremlin has been plaguing my mind lol. If this gets enough love, ill make a part 2 so tell me what you all think :3

Warning: Murder, Stalking and Strong language

So if you a minor, beware.

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-To start, he might be a tad put off

-It's pretty rare to find someone with such prowess, especially ones that don't have less than-savory intentions

-Id assume you met on a battlefield of some kind or while he was on one of his missions with the troupe

-Just like him, you aren't exactly the upstanding citizen type and are committing crimes of some sort when you encounter

-Whether stealing the same things or killing the same people, you two have similar goals, regardless of the reason

-To be fair, he didn't think much of you when you first appeared

  "How. Troublesome...."

-An annoying obstacle, someone to dispatch quickly

-However, after a rather tedious fight and a good amount of bruises, he realized it might not be that simple

-Your moves were calculated and precise, and your battle iq no doubt honed over years of experience with nen abilities that even he found difficult to handle

-His interest was certainly piqued, as much as it can for Feitan anyway

-You’ll hand it to him; its been a while since you've seen his level of strength

-A true master of his craft, no doubt

-Regardless, that isn't why you were here

-You came to rid of a target and with your mission accomplished, there was no reason to stay, no matter how curious you were about the extent of his ability

-You were swift at your exit, swift enough that Feitan only caught your figure leaving from the corner of his eye

-Admittedly you've sparked more than enough of his interest

-something about your very being itched him in a way he couldn't describe and lingered his thoughts for moments too long

-Like it or not, your existence loomed his mind awkwardly and gave his chest a tighten

-Indescribably annoying

'Must. know. about. Her. Get rid of stupid feeling.”

-now we all know Feitan is no short of deranged and sadistic so it is no telling if he wanted to know for devious reasons or other

-Whatever the case, it led to him talking Shalnark into researching deep (and I mean very deep) into you

-Playing it off as a simple inquiry, he found you, a picture attached to your profile albeit a very blurry one

-All that he could get was your name and Age

"Y/n. Interesting. Name."

Shalnark is confused

-That's how he got here, peeping from your window as you rest

-Even with such little information, finding you was trivially easy

-Your apartment was small, compact he’d say

-Nothing compared to the places he’s layed his head: cold, dark, and filthy on a good day

-He spent the night watching you sleep, noticing every ministration, every time you got up abruptly and checked your surroundings, nearly certain something was amiss

-He didn't expect peeping on you to be so trepidatious

-That didn't stop him from stopping by every time he wasn't busy to check up and watch you

-Days became weeks and months flew by as he kept this cycle going

-It eventually got to the point that he'd follow you to and from your house

-He was searching and, surprisingly, unsure of what for

-He's never felt any particular connection to people outside of the spiders so it was usually easy to write it off as mindless curiosity

-He just wants to know why you interest him so much, and nothing more

-That's how he ended up in your house when you left for your 8 am morning run, which took you approx. 30 minutes to finish as of this week

-He was just checking your clothes because he wished to know where you frequented, perhaps he could lie in waiting as you shopped, snatching your jugular and relenting this pounding in his chest that paces just a few beats quicker

-He only checks the food you eat to see what your diet consists of, perhaps to poison you as your gaze falters from your plate, even if just for a second, permanently killing the heat that rises against his skin at the thought of you

-He doesn't care about you; he just wants to know your weaknesses to exploit, that’s all

-If that were true, then why was he in your room when you weren't? Taking in your scent as if an attached dog 

-Surely he could've killed you thousands of times over in the dead of your sleep; a slit to your throat would've ended this and yet he feels pulled to let you live 

“Just. one. More day.”

 -If it didn't matter, if you didn't matter, why did he effectively remove any potential romantic partner from your life?

-It's just to make you easier to kill; it's just to make you easier to kill, it's just to make you easier to take. No! Kill...not take...

-What was once curiosity became more of a crippling obsession.

-He had to know everything—what you were doing, who you spoke to, and what you ate in the morning

-You captivated him and even if he couldn't understand it, you had him wrapped around your finger without so much as a word 

-Ever since your mission 4 months ago, a certain feeling has lingered your consciousness and kept you on edge with no clue as to the source

-Things went missing, your associates became distant—well, more distant than you kept them—and your kills have become suspiciously easier.

-To the average person, such a prospect would strike fear and cause for trepidation

-Did you think I wasn't aware that he'd been watching me?

-All credit goes to him, spotting him was the hardest part

-He only let his presence be known through peeks of his bloodlust spilling before he vanished in the same motion, which gave away how seasoned he was

It was hard to tell if he wanted me to find him with how obvious his actions became; no, the word would be bold. His actions have gone from stealing articles from the back of my closet to lacing food when he was sure I hadn't seen him 

-Playing dumb was the easy part; actually avoiding his kidnapping attempt(s) was certainly a challenge 

-Before long, you could see the desperation in his nen

“You're getting sloppy, Stalker.”

-I suppose you've worked hard, stalker, I’ll let you win just this once