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crowborn666-nsfw · 5 months

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A Demon Like Me

@simpfortheseven figured I tag ya since you seemed so interested!

(Reader has both wings and a tail!)

Diavolo x Reader

Tags: AFAB anatomy, dry humping, unprotected sex, riding, rough sex,

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Maybe you had fallen, or done bad deeds in life to be sent to the Devildom.

Whether accidental or purposeful, you were here.

Barbatos was the one to find you, crying from the pain your new horns and demonic features brought. He carried you back to the demon lord’s castle, where Diavolo fawned over you like a mother hen.

It took a few weeks to get used to things, the brothers all flocked your side when they heard the news. But you easily fell back into routine, attending RAD with the brothers, attending Diavolo’s parties and Saturday tea time.

It was one such party, and you had ended up staying the night. Awoken harshly by bad memories and a aching, phantom pain in your back and head, you stumbled out of your bed and into the hallway.

Visions in your head had you on the verge of tears, the pain increasing as you hobbled your way to a specific door and knocked.

Nearly falling into the room as the door opened, you tumbled into Diavolo’s chest, choking back sobs.

“What’s wrong?” His deep voice rumbled against your ear, “What happened, (Y/n)?”

You couldn’t articulate what you were remembering or feeling, barely able to let out the word “Hurts…” as you tugged on his shirt. Diavolo pulled you into the room, bringing you to the couch and sitting you down.

Diavolo could remember the aching pain he dealt with as his wings and horns grew in, so he could only imagine what kind of pain you were going though.

He remembered going to others to deal with his pain, sharing it in their company, whether that be a simple chat or something more.

“(Y/n)?” He called to you, warm hands holding your smaller ones. “Would you permit me to try distracting you from this pain?”

You were about to ask how, but with a sniffle and a glance up to his eyes, you were told all you needed to know.

You knew he had been pining on you for a while, even before you grew horns, but here he was open to you, his eyes holding lust as he shamelessly gazed upon you.

“Yes. Yes please.” You replied, shuddering as his warm lips met yours. You were surprised by how quickly your body responded, warmth filling your core, causing you to tug on Diavolo with a soft plea of “More?”.

He nodded, deepening the kiss as he pulled you into his lap. Your hips immediately began moving, bumping into his as you dug your hands into his hair.

“I’m yours tonight.” He promised against your lips, unbuttoning his shirt. He chuckled at your impatience as you reached for his waistband, helping you in pulling his pants and boxers down. Your own pants came next, and with kisses to his neck you shuffled in his lap, lining yourself up with his cock.

He muffled your moan with his mouth, horns and wings springing to life at the sound as you slowly took his thick length inch by inch. Once he had bottomed out, you began to move, up and down on his cock with pretty moans leaving you in tandem with your rhythm.

“S-So much…!” You stuttered, hands digging into his shoulders for leverage.

“I’m here, darling.” He breathed out, “Use me as you see fit for your pleasure.”

You keened into his ear, yours walls fluttering around his cock as you got pushed over the edge.

Diavolo was fully prepared to be done then and there, too used to your old human self having low stamina. But when you began wriggling your hips again, wings and tail twitching as you practically clawed at his chest, begging for more, it hit him that you were now a demon, and with that came a demon’s stamina and libido.

“More! More please! Please Dia!”

You were flipped onto your back then, Diavolo’s form casting you in shadow. His glowing golden eyes held your gaze, his large hands holding your hips in place as he began pounding into you.

You moaned loud, your wings fluttering and your tail curling tightly around one of Diavolo’s legs. Diavolo lifted your shirt, eyes roaming before he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth.

Your back arched as you were pushed over the edge again, Diavolo fucking you through your orgasm. You moaned into his ear, giving pleas of “don’t stop” and “more”.

His thumbs met between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles to bring you to the edge faster than before.

“Cum with me.” He growled against your skin, relishing in the broken moan that left you as your back arched once more, your walls squeezing and milking his cock.

“Do you still desire more, (Y/n)?” He asked, already knowing your answer as your tail tightened around his leg and your ankles locked around his waist.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader #om! diavolo

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fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper · 3 years

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Hi hi! i think you said asks were open in your newest post? If not feel free to ignore this lol

I would love to see headcannons of an MC who, though acting brave, gets very scared of the brothers

example after lucifer and the grimoire and such? like MC slowly becomes MORE scared of them, and tries to hide it, but it's getting obvious that theyre scared if that makes sense lol 💖

Ahhhhh, sorry this took longer than it necessarily should have! I feel like I was much closer to what you wanted with this request than the other, so hopefully you'll enjoy it too ❤️

GN MC THAT PROGRESSIVELY FEARS THE BROTHERS

Living with demons is hard, especially when they're the rulers of hell, err, the Devildom.

Sure, there's the implication they're not supposed to hurt or do anything harmful to you, as you have the safety of being an exchange student, but that veil of ignorance was quickly lifted before even the two week mark of living with these brothers.

You've tried getting along with them, and for the most part you've been successful, but a few circumstances have arisen that have reminded you that these boys are dangerous demons... and you're the human that keeps poking the three-headed dog while it sleeps.

Mammon:

You're not so much scared of what Mammon could physically do, but you're paranoid that he goes into your room and rummages in your belongings and personal keepsakes. Your room is the only thing you have that you can claim as your own, and it's your sanctuary, despite it being in the brothers' house.

Of course, the brothers will periodically just barge in without alerting you by asking or knocking, but you've grown okay with that. You're at least in your room and able to see what they do in there. There are a few occasions Levi or Satan might mention going into your bedroom to retrieve a video game or book they had loaned you, but you make sure to put their item on the dresser by the entrance, so they don't have to venture too far in. You're okay with that.

You're not okay, however, with Mammon when he goes into your room unannounced. Hell, you're not totally comfortable with him being in your room unattended if he does give you a heads-up.

You know how kleptomaniac Mammon can be. You've heard enough complaints and stories to know how relentless Mammon can be in his search for anything that could give him a few Grimm from his brothers. You've talked with this greedy demon about items he's stolen, witnessed thefts a few times too.

So, you feel something akin to victimized when Mammon goes into your room without your permission or you being there. Your room emits this vibe of disturbance, and it bothers you because you don't know what might be missing or "borrowed". It troubles you more because now your room feels foreign again, like the atmosphere was plagued by essences that you know aren't yours. Your anxiety swells with paranoia, fear, and mistrust again.

Leviathan:

Oh, for the most part, you don't have much conflict with Levi anymore. Once you made a pact with the otaku demon he relaxed a lot more and invited you to hang out in his room to play games or fuss about animation qualities in animes or gush about his favorite manga characters.

It's just that after that contest of who was the bigger TSL fan and Levi, enveloped by jealousy and fury, came at you with the intent to seriously harm you, you've had this overly-suspicious fear in the back of your mind, itching your paranoia that it could happen again.

You've learned that Levi's demon form is easily triggered by extreme feelings, rather that's excitement, irritability, or the emotion he avatars over, and you can't help be irritationally cautious when that happens. It's a reflex from the panic that engraved itself into your psyche for self-preservation.

If you weren't so anxious about another envy-fueled incident involving your life you might find Levi's excitement for the stuff he loves more endearing and cute.

Beelzebub:

If you hadn't seen how destructive Beel's tantrums over food firsthand could be you might find it hard to believe this relaxed and mostly uninvolved brother would have such a temper... but you did experience it, so you do believe it.

It was a custard! They're so easy to get more of, but Beel immediately flew off the handle and wouldn't see reasoning, lashing out and destroying the kitchen. If Mammon hadn't pulled you down with him to the floor as Beel started his outraged tantrum you're positive you would have been collateral damage too, like your poor room that was unfortunately placed on the other side of the kitchen wall.

It was a terrifying sight to behold, seeing the kitchen torn asunder and reduced to broken walls, obliterated cabinets, and smashed counters, with kitchen utensils and ruined cookware being sent into flight and raining down, razor-sharp and shattered into broken edges that could easily pierce flesh.

That moment of destruction lingers, along with the intense emotion of fright, triggered whenever Beel complains about being hungry or when he meets your gaze at the table during times to eat. You immediately offer your unfinished plate to him, which he happily accepts and consumes in seconds, to appease the Avatar of Gluttony's temper.

Asmodeus:

Asmo's promiscuity and salaciousness are what unnerve you the most. He's the Avatar of Lust, so obviously you were already on your defense, but you've seen glimpses beyond the surface level to what Asmo can be like. That's what intrigues you about him, and you try to focus on those bits that slip past his perfectionistic lifestyle and narcissistic personality. At the same time, however, this is the cause of your near downfalls when Asmo tries to allure you with his physical prowess.

He's tried a few times to charm you, and you feel this invasive power trying to persuade you to give into your raw and sexual temptations, or this tugging sensation that tries to attract you beyond what you feel is comfortable. The repulsed response is usually what repels you from the power Asmo tries to flaunt over you.

He usually huffs after his failed attempt but quickly rebounds by placing his hands around you and trying to embrace you himself, which Mammon, prompted by his denied feelings and jealousy, usually intercepts in your honor.

There's a few times you've worried yourself nauseous Asmo will corner you, and you won't be able to save yourself from his lustful persuasion. There's also the couple of times he's mentioned eating your heart, so that's also worrisome.

Satan:

There's no questions that you secretly fear Satan, more specifically his wrath. You slighted him once before, and the threat he imposed upon you while you were trapped between his demonic form and an over-stuffed bookcase was enough to brand itself to your soul as a reminder.

As docile as Satan may appear with his affection for cats, deep interest for detective shows, and shared affinity of books he could and, possibly, would rip you apart and lavish in the blood that wept from your lacerated flesh and tension of your bones rebelling before snapping satisfactory in halves and thirds.

Other than that, Satan is much easier to hang out with compared to his brothers, except when he gets that cruel temperament to torment Lucifer, which you exempt yourself from if the pranks are too excessive.

Belphegor:

Terror has never seeped into your soul like this before. Your anxiety spikes to levels you've never experienced before when Belphie plops down next to you on the couch or tries to start up a conversation. Your fight, flight, freeze, or fawn system goes haywire, and you become petrified, unable to respond properly.

You either stay away from Belphie altogether or stay glued to one of the other brothers, Mammon or Beel preferably. Just in case.

Just in case Belphie's lament arises again in the form of murderous hate, gleeful contempt clouding his eyes, as his hands find their way to your neck that remembers the tight embrace his fingers engraved into the nerves of your throat, the ghostly suffocating that chokes you up sometimes if you become too immersed in the memory of a body that hadn't belonged to you.

You're also sure you remember an aching in your ribs and spine that causes you to shiver sometimes, but you're not sure if you experienced that in a dream or illusion of the timeline merging. It still bothers you all the same.

For such a sweet face and quiet voice, Belphie is a demon that decieves, and you're better off staying away from him until you're over your PTSD. If that's possible.

Lucifer:

How many times has he almost killed you? Twice or three times? Enough to be too many and to penetrate your core with panic and trepidation whenever you see that sly smile that forms on his lips. It doesn't have to be directed at you, but it's enough to launch you into a panic attack that you barely keep under control.

That safety guard of being a representative from the human world and exchange student mean nothing when you test it by being a busybody in affairs that definitely don't involve you over and over again, especially when it's the pride and dignity of Lucifer being tested.

You hear your lesson but never learn, and unconsciously you must be masochistic for how many times you've brushed death with Lucifer's anger, but you keep pushing the limits.

You can't help going to Mammon's defense when you feel Lucifer is only targeting him for personal reasons or standing up to his ego when you feel he's going over his limits. Your bravery is stupidity though, and you feel your courageous backbone turn into a central nerve system of adrenaline and fear. You're just too stubborn and self-righteous to let Lucifer do as he pleases, but that doesn't mean you're not scared out of your wits.

You've gained an intuition for when Lucifer is approaching or silently comes up from behind you, and it sends a shiver down your back almost every time you're alone together.

If you have any headcanons that you want me to write, please send them my way! I enjoy writing these out. NSFW is okay, but please know I might not do it if I don’t like it. ❤️

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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Hidden Desires : Part II

GN! MC x All Characters

Taglist: @midnightecko @kyosys @sirspin @t-misaki @the-devilskid @bakarinnie @wearealwayswatching @jusylucy @kadythethief @obeythebutler @ikevampharem @bonchin @renownedmeme @mandalor-jetii @lancaerielcotume @sxftndrgrnd @ashielle @iam-miss-y @itsmeninerz @liyacreate @f4irybun @poly-bi-mf @diasmantiddies @simpfortheseven @reveltica

Intro + Part 1

"Simeon!"

You didn't even know Simeon was in the room before he gasped. And the moment your eyes met his, his Instinctively crouched and backed away. Desperately hoping you didn't see the huge tent in his pants.

Seeing you straddling him, kissing his neck and jaw while your hands sneaked inside his pants; his own hands caressing your hair, touching and ravaging every inch of your bareskin - it was more than enough to tempt him.

"Please let me know when you're done, MC. Everyone's been looking for you." He said, trying not to look at your nipples almost slipping out of your top. How perked up and pretty...how would they feel in his mouth- oh no. He had to stop thinking like this. He turned around to face the wall.

"What a sly little angel you are. You're trying to respect this human's privacy and yet you won't leave the room. And you turned around to hide that boner of yours." The Incubus laughed. "An angel with a boner, isn't that a sight to see?"

Your body moved on its own as you stood up and tugged at Simeon's sleeve to turn him around. "Stop me if you don't consent to it."

And that's all you said before you started undoing his belt and set the strained tent in his pants hang free. "It seems so uncomfortable, let me help."

"M-MC, wait I- a-ah fuck...fuck!" He threw his head back violently, stumbling back onto the wall behind him. He stared shocked and bewildered as your pretty lips sucked on him rigorously.

His head grew dizzy with pleasure, his hands moved on their own accord, grabbing the back of your head a little harder and pushing your face forward into him.

"MC no let go, I'm about to-' He came all over you, he had no control over it. And he stared at you all covered with his release from your face, dripping down to your neck and chest. And he was hard all over again.

"MC... please...in my room... next time..." He panted, sinking to the floor infront of you, as he tried to clean his essence off you.

"Solomon!"

"Oh." He was only shocked for a second before he leaned against the doorway, smirking. He let his eyes roam around your bare body shamelessly as he took off his cloak. After all it was you who put yourself into this situation, right?

The Incubus had you pinned down on your chest, your ass sticking up, his member teasing your entrance. He smiled the same smile as Solomon, "You picked the best possible time to come in."

"I- this is- it's not what you think -" You scrambled to move and cover yourself with something, a blanket, anything - everything kept moving out of reach. Godamn him and his magic.

"See I sensed that you were feeling needy lately." He said, taking a seat on the nearest chair, his eyes never looking away. "I just didn't think you'd use me for reference. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled with this this turn of events."

"Mmph!" You were caught off guard as he pressed a hungry kiss on your lips. His touch was gentle, yet threatening. Like he had the power of take you by more force than you could handle.

"Come here, MC. You would prefer the real thing, wouldn't you?" One of his hands guided you onto his lap after his other hand unzipped his pants. It was the strangest feeling - you felt free and trapped at the same time.

"Hey Darius...since you're no longer doing what MC paid for, could you do me a favor?" Solomon addressed the Incubus. "Go outside and pretend to look for MC, while you still look like me. Tell them you already checked this door."

"Always the cunning one, Solomon." He nodded approvingly. Then he turned to you. "You sure have dangerous taste, little human."

"Sol-Solomon wait-...hmph!" He thrust his fingers in with no warning. And before you could react - he was already shutting you up with a kiss, his fingers increasing pace steadily.

"As much as your screams delight me, MC - I would prefer not to have the others interrupt my time with you. Hahaha imagine all of them fighting so hard for your attention - and yet you just wanted me. I'm so delighted at this. Just in case you're wondering - I harbour the same feelings for you."

His whispers were like a magic spell, overwhelming all your senses. "You're so beautiful like this MC...now I'll make sure to bring out this face every other day. Hope you're ready, MC."

"Barbatos?!"

"Pardon my delay, MC. I just wanted to make sure I had diverted the others, before I came to you." He closed the door with a graceful smile, as if he knew exactly what he'd find inside.

You sprawled open on the bed while your hands were tied above your head and your legs over the shoulders of the Incubus. Barbatos promptly replaced him.

"You...you knew? H-how..." You gaped as he undid his collar, stripping off his coat and shirt.

"I'll take care of them from here, thank you for getting us started, Darius. Now, now MC don't look so suprised, you thought I wouldn't find out?" Barbatos smiled after dismissing the Incubus. "I consulted a portal the moment I heard you'd gone missing. Can you imagine how suprised I was seeing you like this? With a clone of me?"

"No..." You shook your head. "But you don't look too unhappy." If he already knew, there was no point of you being shy anymore.

His eyes went wide and dangerous. You were being a brat on purpose and he knew exactly why. "You know, MC, it's very fortunate that the Young Master didn't walk into my room while I was looking. He wouldn't be very pleased by what he saw."

"That depends. How long were you staring?" You said cheekily, the adrenaline rushing like wind in your veins. He was always so calm and composed, watching him break out of his shell was entertaining.

"You're aching for a punishment acting like this MC." His smile more strained, his grip tight on your waist as pulled your hips against his. His tail crept into sight, cold and smooth around your thighs.

"Then go ahead." You whispered, a deadly challenge. He accepted Immediately.

"Then I won't hold anything back." Barbatos let his teeth slide gently over your neck. "I think it would be wise for you to choose a safe word."

"Diavolo!?"

"MC there you are! Oh hell I thought I lost you- oh." Diavolo is more than a little shocked to see another version of him embracing you, lifting you off the ground.

And the many hickeys the Incubus had already left down your collarbones weren't helping. You arranged yourself in a more decent position, pulling down your shirt and fixing your hair.

"I'm sorry Diavolo...I wasn't...I wasn't expecting you." A blatant lie yet not really. How could you even justify such a thing to him?

"No need to explain anything, MC." He held your shoulders and nodded. It was supposed to be friendly but his hands were burning hot against your skin, leaving goosebumps down your arms.

"I hope you have treated our guest with dignity, Darius. You can leave now." Diavolo said, holding the door open for him. "If you see anymore of my friends, let them know I have found MC and they're getting a strict talking to."

"I'm sure everyone else will buy that Barbatos knows you had come to Darla for the same reason MC came to me. I have to say...Darla really has nothing on the actual human." The Incubus chuckled.

Diavolo turned red in embarrassment before shutting the door too hard. And you blushed as you understood what the Incubus meant.

"Diavolo, you...you too?"

"It's not what you think, MC!" He looked panicked, standing closet than before.

"Please don't feel embarrased about it. I mean...I'm the one who got caught here." You managed to laugh.

"No seriously I didn't do anything with her. I just made her turn into you so I could lay in your lap and talk about my day. I wanted to call you but you seem so occupied with Lucifer and his brothers all the time. And even asking you to come stay at the castle is an abuse of my power-"

"Diavolo... shhh now", you pushed him down to sit on the bed. "This is the real me. Feel at ease to ask me anything." You kissed his eager lips.

The taste of your lips was sweeter than Demonus and it awoke something dangerous in him. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, his hands slowly pulling up your top and slipping inside.

"Diavolo..." You blushed, suprised as his lips latched onto your jaw and neck. Soft bites and suckles, redoing the hickies. All the while shrugging off his coat. He wanted no barriers between you.

"Sorry MC, just a little more... indulge me a little more. I can't stop just yet..." He said between kisses, his hands now undoing your top to get more access.

"You can have. All of me. That's what I came here for, remember?" You said, stroking his thighs and his crotch. He was... well enormous. He bit his lip at your strokes.

"Next time onwards...just come to the castle." He said before throwing himself on the bed, with you sitting on top of his erection.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me dateables #obey me Diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #Diavolo smut #solomon smut #simeon smut #barbatos smut

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angeladore · 2 years

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angeladore’s 333 follows collab event

a/n- this event is closed :) // 04/30/22

PROMPTS

# 00 - having found the reader in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety

# 01 - after having promised the reader that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how would the character react to his lovers death?

# 02 - character helps reader calm down after a long day

# 03 - reader is drunk and has to call character to pick them up

# 04 - character protects reader from a creep

# 05 - character comforts reader when they hurt themselves

# 06 - reader jumps in front of character when they see a poisonous arrow coming their way, getting hit by it

# 07 - reader & character go to a carnival together

# 08 - character tells reader their perfect the way they are when they compare themselves to another

# 09 - having finally found the reader, or having finally been found by the reader, the character breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite

# 10 - reader and character cause chaos that everyone has to deal with

# 11 - reader finally has a movie night with character

SUBMISSIONS

— Prompt 01 || FT. Simeon & GN!Reader :: By me [completed]

— Prompt 03 || FT. Beel x GN!Reader :: By @simeons-hips (complete! check it out :))

— Prompt 03 || FT. Mammon x GN!Reader :: By @simpfortheseven [completed, make sure to read it!]

— Prompt 05 || FT. Mammon x GN!Reader :: By @lovynyou [completed, check it out!]

— Prompt 07 || FT. Solomon x Reader :: By: @reshi-galaxy [WIP]

— Prompt 03 || FT. Lucifer x GN!Reader :: By @twsthearts [completed!! make sure to read it <3]

— Prompt 10 || FT. Belphie x Male!Reader :: By @https-celestial-blessing [completed, check it out!]

— Prompt 04 || FT. Asmodeus x Reader :: By @https-ethereal-gardens [due May 24th]

— Prompt 11 || FT. Simeon x GN!Reader :: By @ikihtoe [complete, make sure to read!]

#i would love yo see your guys work if you join!#🦢.events #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #omswd #obey me brothers #obey me fluff #obey me oneshot #obey me collab #obey me writing #obey me angst #obey me shall we date #obey me dateables #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x female reader #obey me x male reader

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forgottenchildrenofthedamned · 3 years

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Hi! id like to request a match up for haikyuu?

I'm a 5'9 curvy female with dyed red hair that is just past my shoulders, I have silvery-blue eyes, and round glasses

personality wise i can be very supportive and loving,but very shy sometimes, as well as i have very bad anxiety sometimes. I also can get pretty prideful in my schools sports. I try to do what's best in every situation and make everyone happy :D

Author’s Note: Hiiii thank you for this request! I immediately thought of three match ups, but I definitely think I went with the best one!! Let me know if you like it!! Much love! Muah!! 💕 @simpfortheseven

⚠️TW: Contains some nsfw references

I match you with...

Oikawa!!

-Oikawa LOVES the dorky look of round glasses, which is why he was immediately drawn to how cute your’s made you look

-Oikawa is a tall guy, so he’s used to being surrounded by shorter girls. He was releaved when he sees that, although you were still shorter than him, you were tall enough for him not to have to crane his neck down to look at you.

-Oikawa has always had a huge love for thicc girls, so he is absolutely smitten with your body: especially your thighs

-Oikawa has actually started a pregame ritual souly based off of being comforted by your thighs: He starts off the ritual by completely emptying a sitting bench and having you sit down on the end before laying down on his back, head in your lap, earphones in, while you stroke his hair. It absolutely releaves him to be comforted in such a way

-He also loves the unique color of your hair. He thinks the craziness of it compliments the simplicity of his own style

-He especially loves running his fingers through you hair

-he also enjoys teasing you and seeing your reactions, though sometimes he may take it a bit too far

-Oikawa SWEARS up and down that he could recognize you just by your ass alone

-Definitely slaps it in public just to make you embarrassed ✋🏻

-He also loves your eyes. He could look into them for hours. He thinks that the unique tint of them compliments, not only you, but himself too

-He definitely tries to convince you to wear eye makeup to make your eyes pop out more on the daily

-I think that Oikawa suffers from anxiety and extreme insecurity which leads to his need for constant recognition and encouragement. He loves that he can come to you just to cry or talk to you

-He also loves how loving and supportive you are because it feeds him with the validation he needs

-Oikawa uses the name “-chan” as a derogatory term to show that he does not respect others. For you, however, he never addresses you as “-chan” and prefers to use your first name instead

-A big lover of petnames

-His all time pick-me-up is hugging you while he’s sitting so that he can rest his head on your stomach. He loves how squirmy you get in this position and thinks that the sounds your stomach makes is calming

-Oikawa has a habit of getting new enimes and competing in silly rivalries, so he often gets in arguments that leads to him venting to you

-If he was to ever encounter a frequent source of arguments (say if he saw Kageyama while out with you) his immediate response would be to remove you and himself from the situation

-Oikawa is extremely insecure about himself and tries to hide his toxic traits from you because he believes that they’ll push you away

-He has a constant fear that you’ll leave him for Iwazumi or Kageyama

-This leads to his extremely protective nature with you

-His favorite past time with you is going on mall dates. He especially loves hanging out in the food court

-Believe it or not, his favorite restaurant is Auntie Anne’s

-A down side to mall dates, however, is that fangirls always catch up to Oikawa. When this happens, he has a habit of ignoring you and focusing on pleasing them

-This leads to a lot of fights and arguments that leaves him feeling guilty and you feeling invalid. To apologize, he always ends up sharing his received gifts with you to cheer you up and to show you that they don’t mean anything to him

-Oikawa demands a date noght every Monday

-These dates usually consist of dressing up and going to expensive, fancy restaurants. He loves taking you to these places because he knows they make you nervous and uncomfortable: He loves watching you become a stuttering, clumsly, squirming mess

-Definitely has a corruption kink

-Oikawa, being team captain, never skips practice for you, but does always go out of his way to walk you home after (if you stay and watch)

-Expet lots of long conversations consisting of sharing both of you dreams and fantasies as well as planning your future together

-After a while, with constant teasing and love from Oikawa, you gradually start to become more confident, but because your shyness inflates his ego, he would also gradually become more calmed down and releaxed

-Oikawa is someone who constantly needs recognition and validation, so he always expects small gifts from you and when he doesn’t receive any, he feels as if you don’t think of him anymore, subsequently meaning you don’t love him anymore

-Oikawa puts up a very sweet and loud front in public to make himself admirable and the center of attention. When he’s alone with you, however, he is very calm, quiet, and laid back

-His favorite thing to do is to actually read to you

-He loves reading to you while you lay on him, stomach to stomach, arms around his back, head resting on his chest. He especially loves this position because it allows him to lay against the headboard, one hand holding his book and the other running his fingers through your hair.

-Oikawa has a toxic tendency to manipulate people to his liking. He uses this in molding people to fit his needs on the volleyball team. In real life, however, you try to help him break free of this habit by reminding him that people aren’t made to be used by him

-Because of some of Oikawa’s toxic traits, you frequently get asked why you’re with him. You often find yourself getting frustrated because people never seem to believe you when you tell them why

-A lot of the time, you find yourself in situations where you are a target to Oikawa’s fangirls

-Oikawa feels guilty every time he sees this happening. He knows it’s his fault that they tease and make fun of you

-In order to fix the solution, he often ignores the fangirls, which can sometimes make the teasing worse until they lose interest in him

-Oikawa secretly has always despised the presence of his fangirls. Their comfort and validation are often short lived and leave him unsatisfied and emotionally drained. This is why Oikawa plans to stay with you for the long run

-Once he makes up his mind about wanting to be with you forever, he tries to change his narcissistic tendencies and constantly tries to become more calm and down-to-earth

-He claimes that he owes his life to you because he feels that your amazing personality pulled him out of the self-absorbed pit he had fallen into. He promises to love you for the rest of his life... if you’ll have him

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