𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

🌷ryo x fem (bi?) reader smut 🌷

a/n: hi beauties, okie so this was literally just a thought i had and i was like "i gotta write it down" and so i did. also when i write "x reader's" they mean gender neutral unless specified like this one. this is probably the only specified i'll write unless someone requests. i'm also marking off steamy shit and da smut again in case u don't want wanna read them 💖💖
warnings: smut, GIRLS KISSING 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩, sabbath so drugs and alcohol
OH YEAH I NEED TO STSRT CREDITING THE ARTISTS BC I JUST BE SAVING PICS ON PINTEREST LIKE "ooo nun ryo i think yes" AND SAVE IT AHHH but okay for this pic c to thefifthprogenitor on tumblr, their other socials are in the picture

word count: 4500+
minors DNI

the dead of night full of the chill of autumn was peaceful and comforting. summer concluding with the change of leaves and temperature unraveling. the lullaby of nearby crickets from outside was heard by your ears as you finished washing off whatever soap you had left from your nightly routine. the plush towel was pulled off the rack to pat dry the drops of water from your face. sighing as the relaxation finally had finally seeped through you from this week's obstacles, from the school work to the activities that left you bruised from helping akira and ryo (not like that cochina) with exposing the demons to humanity to quote on quote "save humanity" as ryo had put it into his words. you looked down at a bruise from your arm, recalling the event of getting slammed to the ground by akira in order to protect you from the venomous attacks of a ruthless demon. you ghosted the now healed and small bruise with the pad of your thumb, a slight pain shot in your arm though not anything unbearable. as the clocked ticked depicting the night continued to grow late, you retreated to your welcoming bed. the bed creaked as you dipped in, sighing out again in relaxation. the pillows below your head were as soft as the petals of a rose, silk like and smooth. muscles finally took a break from the adventures of the week as sleep began to infect you. everything was peaceful, until the blinding light of your phone from the nightstand illuminated the ceiling. you scrunched your face in annoyance as you opened your eyes, arm supporting you to get a look at who was texting you in the late hours of the night.

blonde twink bich:
i need you.

soft taps were heard in the quiet room.

(y/n) (y/l/n):
don't you have akira? what do you mean i need you 🤨

you tossed your phone to the side of the bed in order to be alert for when the second ding would signal ryo's response. groaning, you wondered why ryo would be texting you so late at night. of course you two were close friends, in fact it was akira who introduced you to the mesmerizing boy all the years back. face full of childhood youth and chubby cheeks filled with innocence and happiness. the day akira had brought ryo to you in hand you grew so excited, a toothy grin plastered on your face while ryo stood emotionless.

"this is ryo." akira had said to you that day "he was out in the rain when i found him and we became friends." you looked at ryo as thought of him as a helpless cat in an alleyway. how alone he must of felt before akira had came to his rescue, or how cold he must've been with the thunderstorm that day. you took ryo's hands, his eyes twitched at the movement as if he was analyzing your movements to predict any future actions. though oblivious, you smiled.

"ryo i hope we can be best friends!" you and akira smiled as ryo looked gone in the moment, as if not paying attention to any words or monologues you may have wanted to presume. it was a obvious the boy was cold, cold to the teacher and cold to the classmates. but what irked you is the way he was even cold to you as you tried showing him as much kindness you could. the glares he shot you ran chills down your spine, every aspect that gleamed with kindness was rejected. the time you shared your toys with him, offered to color with him, and even shared you lunch with him resulted in the same icy glare along with an eyeroll. but whenever akira did the same, the results were the exact opposite. sure the frail boy looked emotionless from the outside but the gleam and sparkle in his eyes truly showed the appreciation. you didn't really catch that as ryo did have a gleam, just not the same for akira. the way he eyed you was so he could read your actions, your movements, your expressions to predict the outcome as if it would somehow affect him. though your child brain just saw this as unfair as you finally had gotten the pale boy to yourself one afternoon to confront his cold actions.