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yanderemommabean · 2 months
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Aw poor Gojo 😭
It's ok, he get's what he wants, all of you are curled in bed with him at your back, Choso at your front, and you so comfortable in the middle, like you're being sandwiched between two big cats who are happy to keep you warm.
Choso and Gojo chat about this and that, both taking time to pepper you in kisses as the cold continues to grow outside, and Gojo just beams with happiness when he says what everyone is expecting about keeping warm.
Choso can only fondly roll his eyes, before looking at you to see if maybe you agree, and the three of you can have some fun while the temperature keeps you all inside.
-Mommabean
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crisiscutie · 2 months
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OG Sephiroth Musings
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It's FF7's anniversary, so why not release this musing in celebration? 💜
The chosen one, Sephiroth, is both the beginning and the end of it all. With his darling, he will lead the way to the promised land.
༻❁༺ His darling was his SOLDIER mentee, a girl recruited from an orphanage that Shinra managed from the shadows.
༻❁༺ She couldn't help but admire how well Zack and his mentor got along, especially when comparing it to her own relationship with Sephiroth.
༻❁༺ There was always a disconnect between her and Sephiroth. They could hardly agree on anything. She would often act recklessly while he would be strict with her.
༻❁༺ Admittedly, he cared little for the girl outside of work at first, but she grew on him over the years. And she could feel the same. His belief in heroism wavered once, but because of her, it was reignited. He just wants to be her only hero.
༻❁༺ He even gifted her own Katana, reminiscent of his Masamune.
༻❁༺ Once, while riding Chocobos, he made a promise to take her to the promised land. He had every intention of keeping it, even after his rampage at Nibelheim.
༻❁༺ She wanted to stop him, but couldn't raise her blade against him. He only stared her down and kept his path towards Mt. Nibel.
༻❁༺ As one of the survivors, she was injected with his cells. After her awakening, she felt a deeper connection to Sephiroth than ever before when saved by her peer, Zack, years later.
༻❁༺ She eventually separated from Zack and Cloud, desperately wanting to search for Sephiroth. Despite Zack's insistence that he was dead, she refused to believe him.
༻❁༺ Sephiroth appeared to her later that night, greeting and embracing her as if nothing happened. As if he didn't mercilessly burned down an entire village years ago.
༻❁༺ He dismissed her sadness, assuring her that there was no reason for it. There's nothing for her to feel but joy. He's with her. He's her hero. The hero that will take her to the promise land.
༻❁༺But first, they must complete the "Reunion".
༻❁༺ The human parasites he killed at Nibelheim were necessary to protect her and mother. And even more, most be sacrificed to enact his plan of claiming the planet as a vessel to sail the Cosmos.
༻❁༺ What he said began to make sense within her broken mind. Without a doubt, he is the strongest to ever grace Gaia.
༻❁༺ And something within her is pushing her to be with him. It yearns for him. This must mean they are meant to be together. So she followed him to the Northern Crater.
༻❁༺ He took good care of her. He ensured she was never lonely, either by intruding into her thoughts or having his clones keep her busy.
༻❁༺ Whenever she's pregnant, he goes to great lengths to have his clones find the most bizarre food combinations she craves, along with the Black Materia.
༻❁༺ There were even odd times where Cloud's companions watched in confusion as he asked random vendors to make the bizarre food combinations during his journey. Tifa definitely chided him for wasting the food.
༻❁༺ It wasn't only the food cravings; he would find a way to fulfill her every desire. He had to reward her whenever she was being a good girl.
༻❁༺ Despite this, he denies her access to the outside world. His plan must be successfully executed before she can venture out. And even then, it will be under his watchful eye, of course.
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crystalaris · 1 year
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This was massively inspired by @novanitee
I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories
Leaving Isn't an Option
Yandere Moonknight x OC
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It's not so bad, being stuck here.
And 'stuck' is the right word.
I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.
Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.
Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.
I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.
Just a boring and lonely existence.
Maybe it was wishing something would happen.
Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.
But something happened.
Something shifted.
I was no longer there, but here.
Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.
I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.
Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?
I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.
Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?
I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.
Weird, believe me I know.
So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.
I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.
I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.
Friends and acquaintances? Easy.
Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.
Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.
So really, my life wasn't't anything special.
Or shouldn't have been anything special.
My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.
Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.
Again nothing special.
A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.
I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.
Never really cared.
Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.
I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.
Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.
I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.
Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?
I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.
But I liked him.
He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.
Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.
I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.
I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.
Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.
Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.
It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.
Someone I could just be me.
Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.
Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.
Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.
To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.
I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.
Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.
Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.
Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.
It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.
Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.
His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.
I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.
Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.
We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.
Being with Steven made life, easier.
It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.
I could actually look forward to tomorrow.
And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.
I was flummoxed.
Me? Steven wanted me?
I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.
Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"
It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.
His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.
It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.
He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"
Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."
I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."
I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.
I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"
"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."
I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."
I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.
I was wanted.
I was happy for the first time in forever.
It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.
Work had never been such a drag until then.
It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.
As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.
The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"
I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.
"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.
"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.
It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.
I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.
It felt good to smile.
The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.
-click-
" 'Ello?"
Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'
"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.
"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."
Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.
"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."
"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"
"See you in a few, luv."
-click-
Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."
"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."
I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."
That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"
"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."
"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.
I returned it, "Again, thank you."
"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"
I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.
A great day indeed.
It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.
I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."
Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"
Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.
"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.
"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.
(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).
"I'm so sorry, luv!"
I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"
This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."
The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.
This man was slowly becoming my entire world.
And everyday he would come over after work.
Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.
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They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.
They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.
Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.
This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.
Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.
Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.
Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.
Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.
He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...
So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)
So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.
They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?
Normal?
Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?
So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.
They... didn't really stop.
They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.
If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.
Steven thought she was sweet.
Marc noticed how lonely she felt.
Jake saw.
Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.
Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.
She was a walking contradiction in some ways.
She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.
They watched her.
They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.
Originally it was a way to pass time.
They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.
Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.
(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)
But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.
Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).
At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.
Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.
Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."
He was dutifully ignored.
They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.
And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.
All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.
For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.
Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.
It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.
It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.
Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.
He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.
It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.
She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?
"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"
"en inglés por favor"
He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.
"No."
"Sí"
"No"
"Sí!"
Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.
He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.
She cried because nobody had wanted her.
And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.
They'd never allow it.
If only they could get her home, right now.
...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.
Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.
And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?
They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.
So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.
Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.
If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.
When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.
They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.
Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.
Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.
It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.
They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.
So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.
She was definitely forgiven.
And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.
She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.
She was their innocent bean.
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An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings
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vonne-inc · 10 months
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product: yandere husband.
gender neutral reader. mainly fluff. yandere-ish (a little).
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yandere husband, who met you a few months after your high-school graduation. being a barista at his parent's cafe and seeing you walk up to the counter. oh, how he immediately fell in love with you. he found you beautiful— no, more than beautiful; glorious, angelic, heavenly.. there were too many words to describe you. he knew you were perfect.
yandere husband, leaving his number on the receipt taped to your to-go drink. he watched as you glanced at the writing while walking out the door. your eyes met his, smiling as you held your phone in your palm. his heart raced with nervousness. his phone buzzed as it showed a text message from an unknown number. when he lifted his head, you were gone. he was happy, elated even.
yandere husband, at work or at home texted you any moment he could. he really liked you— you were just so fun and interesting! he couldn't get enough of you, and you could get enough of him.
yandere husband, after a few dates and flirty conversations, you started dating him. his obsessive and possessiveness didn't start until your first i love you's. only then did he realize that he needed your touch, your voice, your presence, all of you. he needed you, only you.
yandere husband, after two years of dating him, fully comfortable and accustomed to each other, he's asking if you'd ever want to get married. after months of talking and questions, hinting at the idea, he finally proposes. on one knee as you're in bed while the early sun shines through the curtains. it was a beautiful scene for your eyes.
yandere husband, who is smiling from ear to ear once you say yes, pulling you into a long, loving kiss. now he can plan his next moves to have you all for himself, forever.
yandere husband, smiling brightly as he watches you walking down the aisle. your attire fitting you perfectly, it was divine on you. he could feel himself falling in love with you all over again.
yandere husband, who said his vows, holding your hands as he repeated the rehearsed words he spent months on writing. there were too many things for him to say, words couldn't describe how you made him feel. the love you brought him were beyond description— you were ineffable, intangible, unutterable. he'd do anything for you; go through any suffering or pain for you. he'd even kill for you, if it came down to it. once he'd end his speech, kissing your knuckles, he'd listen to your vows with a loving smile.
yandere husband, as soon as he was able to, he pulled you in close as he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips. a short yet eternal kiss that made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. parting, he held his lips near your ear, whispering, "'til death do us part."
yandere husband, once the wedding was over, he carried you to your shared hotel suite. immediately climbing into bed with you, smiling widely as he peppers you in kisses. you stay in his arms during the night, comfortably sleeping in his embrace after the long and overdrawn day. he adores your sleeping figure, keeping himself as still as possible as to not wake you. oh, how he can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you. "you're mine and i'm yours, my love. forever and always."
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ddollfface · 2 months
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
Trigger Warnings; bad writing, lovesick behavior, reader is called 'my girl' multiple times, reader is described as more 'curvy' (in LoveSick!Bimbo's specifically), fluffy, nothing too bad. If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Hey, I'm sorry I've been so absent recently, but that's just because of personal issues. And I'd also like to say that I'm not going to be the most active writer on the app, sooo um sorry 'bout that. I'm just not very motivated to really do anything, so yeah. I hope ya'll enjoy :)))
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘼𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚
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All of the Above. Any way he can show you affection, he will. Nothing is holding him back from hugging you, kissing you, or holding your hand. He has no fear. I mean, what are you going to do? Push him away? Yeah, right. And this is when his ego gets in the way. He can't comprehend why you wouldn't want to touch him, besides, he wants to touch you! He wants to love you, hold you, and protect you! Why wouldn't you want that?
He also enjoys buying you things. Whether it be a fancy dress, some makeup, paint, hell, it can even be a football or something! He doesn't judge (though he'd prefer you to be pliant, little you, someone he can protect). If you need something, whether it be for classes, a hobby, or anything of the sort, he'll pay for it! First date? Nope, don't even reach into your bag; he's got you! Want a coffee/tea/etc.? Babe, I better not see your card out right now. Who do you think I am? A bum? I take care of my girl.
He likes spending time with you, too. You're practically his best friend, after all! He likes to bring you to his practices, and games, wanting you to watch him. The majority of the time, whenever you're there, he'll purposefully show off, wanting you to know that he's husband material! He can protect you and your future children, don't worry! Just let him take care of you!
But he'll also come to any events you're a part of. Say you do theater, he's coming to every performance, the same if you do any performing art. If you do a sport (he'd be ecstatic btw), then he's coming to your practices, teaching different tips and tricks, and most importantly, he's giving you a "good luck kiss" (as he likes to call them). And if you're an artist or some sort, then he'll offer to be a model for you. He's not afraid to strip if it's for you. No matter how far you two are in the relationship, there's no hesitation in his voice when he looks at you, snarkily saying, C'mon sweets, paint me like I'm one of your French girls, yeah?
His affection doesn't stop there. I've dabbled in this concept before, but LoveSick!Athlete also loves to call you nicknames, and they're never-ending. He'll think of a new one for you every day! Honestly, it's interesting to see what he'll think of next. He has a wide variety and they span from how pretty you are, to your ass, and back to your sweet personality!
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Gift Giving. LoveSick!Poet is far too nervous to talk to you. He'd shit himself if he ever called you something sweet like 'baby' or 'sweetheart', he thinks that his heart would implode. That's far too much for him. You're too much for him, too good to him, so he resorts to giving, giving, giving. He'll sneak you little poems he made about you, all flustered when you compliment his writing, how good he is. He'll get you a bouquet of flowers, all purple lilacs. LoveSick!Poet will go down to the nearest bakery, your favorite bakery, and leave you a small box of conchas, a sticky note stuck to the top of the box. It read 'I love your dress today, it looks beautiful on you :)'. He's so sweet, isn't he?
Quality Time. Similar to gift giving, it's a way for him to be affectionate without facing you. LoveSick!Poet doesn't have the best image of himself, finding your relationship with him to be a miracle, something to be worshiped, and admired. You want to go to the mall? Okay, he's on his way. Want to go out to eat? Where? When? He'll be there, but bare with him. He's not the most well-off man in New York, money's tight, right? And don't get him wrong, he feels bad. He'll constantly tell you so, going on about how he really wants to take care of you. And I'm sorry that I can't take you to the East Side, and we're stuck at the small cafe... I want to treat you, you really deserve the best, d-darling...
He just enjoys your presence overall, so any time he spends with you is a good time for him. LoveSick!Poet doesn't mind just sitting in silence, watching you do what you love. If you work at a cafe, restaurant, or anything of the sort, he'll show up to your work and just watch you do your thing. Depending on how you take his constant staring, he'll ask you for your number or how you're doing. He'll order something and have some, albeit awkward, small talk with you, wanting to know that you're doing well.
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Physical Affection. LoveSick!Bimbo is very, very, very affectionate with most people, but it's doubled whenever she's around you. Honestly, she can't help herself. She has to be touching you at some point. She just finds you to be so adorable! She wants to show her appreciation for you and your body! Of course, she'll always let you cop a feel, if you want.
She wants to have a hand on your thigh, intertwine your fingers, and even hug you. She'll always have her chest pressed against your arm, not matter you height. And believe me, she's a tall girl, but she doesn't seem to mind the stares you get from men and some women.
Verbal Affection. Not only is she physically affectionate, but she's also very sweet with her words. No matter what time of day it is, or where she is, she'll always be calling you some sweet name. She likes to compliment you and your body, making sure you're never feeling insecure. After all, she can't have her darling feeling bad about themselves when they look like that! You're always beautiful and she'll make sure you know it. She can't help but let compliments slip out, saying how your body is just so perfect! You're literally like my missing puzzle piece, babes! Like what would I do without ya' curves!!
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Verbal Affection. Now, she's not complimenting you constantly (like LoveSick!Athlete and LoveSick!Bimbo), but she does give you affirmations. If you did well on a test, then she'll tell you how you're so smart. I'm just so lucky I got stuck with a sweet girl like you. You make me so proud.
She'll never hold back saying 'I love you', nope, never. She's very caring in that sense, seeing as you've been friends for so long. She knows what you like, after watching you and your exes interact. LoveSick!Friend isn't afraid to pat your head and kiss you on the cheek, but it's not her go-to, y'know? So she always falls back on giving you assurance, that way you'll never doubt yourself. You're doing so great, babe. Just keep doing what you're doing, I'm here to help.
Acts of Service. LoveSick!Friend washes the dishes, does the laundry, and cooks the dinners. If you're ever feeling under the weather, then she'll become your little servant, always at your beck and call. She just wants you to be taken care of. She wants you to know that she's always going to be there for you, and you don't need some man to be here. All you need is her, so you should just delete that dating app, no?
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Verbal Affection. LoveSick!Artist is sweet with his words, knowing just what to say to get you all flustered and embarrassed. His voice is deep, soft, and comforting. He'll give you reassurance and soft words, speaking softly to you. He doesn't call you pet names too often, though he'll sometimes pull out 'sweets' or 'baby' if he's feeling extra nice that day. Most of the time, he prefers to use your name, finding it to be comforting. He likes your name, pleased by how the syllables roll off his tongue. It's the name for you, he prefers that you use his given name, instead of 'babe' or 'bubba'. It makes him feel closer to you and he'll tell you that. He'll go on about how, y'know, you're voice is real sweet, just prefer hearin' ya' say my name all the time. Makes a guy all giddy inside.
Gift giving. He likes to draw you, a lot. Whenever you pop into his mind, which is every waking second, he'll draw you, having to express his thoughts somehow. Sometimes, he'll have you right in front of him, modeling for him.
He likes to give you these drawings, well, only the PG ones. After all, he doesn't think you'd be able to handle it, getting too flustered and overwhelmed by how detailed he can get. But that's not the point, the point is that he likes to draw you, and for you. He draws the world around him and then gives it to you, wanting to share his talent with you. And you're always excited about it, enjoying your boy/friend's (depending on the timeline) talent.
Quality Time. Listen, LoveSick!Artist is very monotone, preferring to be calm, and by himself. He doesn't like parties, being in big groups, or loud music. He just wants to be with his close friends, you. It doesn't have to be a shared activity, where the two of you are talking. Actually, he prefers to do his own thing, and you do yours, just the both of you enjoying each other's presence. He'll be painting and you'll be doing homework, cleaning, reading, writing, whatever. He doesn't care too much.
It's like that one friend, the one where you can not talk for months and months, but when you two reunite, you're acting as if nothing changed. That's exactly how he treats your relationship. He doesn't need to be with you 24/7, if anything, he prefers to have some alone time.
Now, for this last part, I'm not too sure what category this would be under, but LoveSick!Artist is quite built, meaning he works out a lot. He's very strong. And he gives off scary dog privileges, much to your content. He enjoys protecting you, holding you close, and making sure no man is giving you any funny looks.
I think that may be described as physical affection, but it still doesn't feel right to me. LoveSick!Artist isn't necessarily the most touchy person, seeing as he likes to keep to himself, but that won't stop him from getting possessive. He's very, very, very aggressive towards other men, especially when you're involved. He already doesn't trust men, but when he sees the way they look at you, it causes him to spiral. Out of all my LoveSick!Characters, I think that LoveSick!Artist is the most likely to kill in your name. C'mon don't be like that, did ya' see how he was looking at you? Like a piece of meat, is what.
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fluff-n-cookies · 4 months
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Hey, love! I’m new to this, so sorry if I’m doing this wrong :) You can call me Moon btw. I love your writing and appreciate how it’s all platonic!!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa (and maybe Mic or whoever else you want) with an introverted teen he took in asking to braid his hair, and getting lost in thought and humming while listening to him complain about work or something. It’s fine if not <3333
Hi Moon! It's nice to meet you! I am so so so so sorry for replying so late. I was feeling burnt out and just really needed a break. I hope you understand. I was also hoping I could use this prompt for other characters so if you’ll give me permission I’d love to use your idea again for different characters. :)
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Aizawa never liked coming home. He never liked the blinding white light bulbs that came with his crappy apartment and was too lazy to change, he didn’t like the smell of coffee and dirty dishes he felt were too overwhelming to do. He used to only have the energy to eat some soggy cereal and pass out on the couch before getting up to do hero work in the morning, or 2 am, or come home at 11 pm but that didn’t matter, it was just the same thing every day. 
But now, he had you. Being the sole survivor of a strange house fire at 1 am and having no memories whatsoever and having been considered shy and introverted. You were one with no guidance, no past and a future unknown and uncharted. And while you had been proven to have the intelligence of a child your age and then some, you had little to no knowledge of much else. You were a young girl in need of love and protection. (at least to him.)
So he took you in, begrudgingly, at first, but he soon felt a sense of comfort in your presence, a sense of happiness even. 
He even decided to pick up a parenting book or two, and found some mommy bloggers as well. I mean, what else is a man to do except try and be a good parent to a child he loves ever so dearly?
He learned he needed to make food for said child, instead of living off take out and what he can find at the convenience store next door. Children also need to live in a clean environment, so that is what he did, he tries to at least do the dishes and laundry regularly now. 
Guess he needs to listen too, because he often finds himself listening to your rants about school and homework, as well as the rants of your hobbies, about what you did today, how you felt today, so many things. And I guess, just a hunch, that his life was finally falling into rhythm. 
But it remained mostly the same.
Tonight was no different.
It goes;come home, take off shoes and coat, check if you’re awake, make some ramen (and some for you too if you are awake.) complain, go to bed. 
So here he is, tiptoeing to your room at the end of the hallway, careful not to wake you if you are asleep. Only to find that you are, in fact, awake. The warm light bulbs he installed in your room peaked through the crack in the door you had left for the cat to come at the ungodly hours of the night. You could also see the various trinkets and hobbies you had picked up over your 4 years of living together and made your room the heart of the whole apartment. Lively and bright. And there you were, hunched over your desk watching a video on your computer, fiddling with a piece of origami paper, attentively following the instructions from the video to try and make an origami frog. 
It took about 10 seconds to recognize he was there, smiling, happily at your antics. You smiled a little, but that smile made it all worth it to do what he does, be a hero and a single parent both at the same time, a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. You did a little run too, you ran a little run to get to him but still tried to be light on your feet so as not to bother the neighbors.
Always so considerate. He thought. 
It was a regular routine really, for him to get you from your room and make some ramen, but as you two sat on the couch, TV was buzzing with the latest new stories (who needs a dining room table? Just use the couch! Why waste the space? It is the perfect space for your plants so for your plants it will be!) Something different happened today. 
For in the smallest little voice, he heard you squeak out,
 “c-can I braid your hair.” a slight tremble in your voice 
Now that was a surprise,
“What do you mean?” 
“I’m sorry, I meant it as in can I do your hair, I’m sorry I shou-”
“Sure.” he replied nonchalantly.
“What?” 
“You can braid my hair. Go on, the hair ties are in the bathroom.”
“Oh.” there was a pause. “Okay.”
Here he was, out in the dead of night at 12 in the morning, a young girl braiding his black locks of hair while he complained about PresentMic’s antics while eating convenience store ramen. For once in his life he felt at peace, as the world slowed down he felt himself slowly understanding. Understanding that it may be over, the repetitive nights of the never ending loneliness. It’s over.
And it starts here, with you, with tonight where you braid his hair and listen to him rant about the outside world. But here it’s safe, in this crappy apartment with the cool light bulbs and the distant stench of dirty dishes and the coffee he had this morning. It's okay. Life is okay.
Maybe he wasn’t doomed to have the same routine every day over and over again.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 7 months
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Do you think König would watch corn/look at or think about other women if together? Maybe if he was deployed for a long time? 😪
I just meant to answer this ask with a few sentences on how König gives up porn after meeting you but... things got out of hand (again)
CW: Um. Toxic König being shameless with pictures of you. Reader leaves a paused porn stream lying around to teach König a lesson (and suffers the consequences.) Dirty talk & fluffy smut.
Our toxic King has watched porn, yes. He actually had a crippling porn addiction during his late teenage years. He was a bit of a loner due to bullying, found the internet, and the rest is history (this giant’s hormones were through the roof.)
And you know how it is when there’s a lot of spare time in the army... Even now when he’s older and working for KorTac, there are moments of dullness and boredom at the base, moments when nothing else helps to relieve the tension and anxiety.
But... after he met you, König started to get this odd feeling everytime he opened the stream. He feels a bit dirty, almost like he’s…. cheating on you. He can’t quite bring himself to watch it, let alone enjoy it, and so he closes the tab and has a frustrated fap with no other stimulation but his thoughts.
He thinks about the last time you two met and especially the blowjob you gave him. It's actually even better, remembering how you kneeled in front of him, watching up with compliance and slight terror in your big, wet, shy eyes. You always have that look when you take him in... It's enough to make his cock wet even know.
He especially replays the moment when he came in your mouth and how demurely you swallowed every last drop, how bashful and happy you looked when he praised you about it right after. Of course he wants to make sure you do such things to him again, even if it is a bit cruel of him to have his lady on her knees. It sends a distant sting to his heart to remember how you took both the king-sized cock and the generous load in your warm little mouth... And it also sends him to another thigh-ripping, heart-pounding orgasm just to recall your helpless little whimpers and eager tries to please him.
At some point, he starts to use pictures of you as fapping material, whether it be pics you’ve sent him, pics he’s taken of you, pics on your social media… And you would think it’s your bikini pics this guy is after, but no. Mostly, it’s the decent pictures, the ones where you're smiling and looking at the camera with innocent, bright eyes, the ones where you're clearly having fun with a friend or smiling on the brink of happy tears while petting a kitten. Your old thirst trap selfies from a birthday party are his favourite porn from now on. He's been a fool, not realizing you had tons of pictures online... He could've treated himself to them before he even picked you flowers.
You of course have no idea that he’s doing dirty things like that. Neither do you know König has stopped watching porn because pictures of you being cute get him off just as well or even better than pornography.
But things get interesting when you find some old files on his computer. And who cares if you’re snooping around a little bit: König is always snooping around your stuff, the little – big – gremlin. To your shock, you find hours and hours of material, neatly organized into folders labeled in German. They’re from a time before streaming services were a thing, but still, you’re feeling so very hurt.
Annoyed, you want to give him a lesson and deliberately leave a tab open on your own laptop one day, knowing he will come home soon. It’s just to make him realize how it makes you feel that he watches porn (well, he hasn’t watched those videos since he was a young pup, but you don’t know that).
When König comes home, you act like you’re busy in the kitchen. The paused video of a cute girl getting some attention from two muscular men is waiting for him, still on the screen of your laptop left purposely sitting on the table, as if forgotten.
König is quite loud when he comes in, almost barges in, takes off his shoes as quickly as he can, gives you a pitched yell that he’s home… Your heart is hammering in your chest, the heavy footsteps announce that König is eager to see you, but they end in an abrupt silence when he's stopped by the sight of what’s on your screen.
One, two, three…
You count the seconds in your head before König storms in the kitchen.
To your anxious thrill, the uproar is even worse than you thought. He marches to you, visibly shocked, demanding to know what it is on your screen.
You’ve been watching two naked men while he's been away?
Why...? Why would you even want to watch something like that?? The material is nasty, this sweet girl looks like she's being bullied by two rather big men! He didn’t even know you watched… watched porn.
The argument is quite brief in the end. You throw the accusations right back at him, and he just blinks. It turns out König hasn’t watched porn since he met you (other than those few times during which he got oddly uncomfortable), and he hasn’t watched those old videos in over ten years.
He never answers your questions on why does he want to watch all those "sweet girls" being bullied by "dirty men". He simply marches to his computer and deletes everything while you watch and bite your lip in silence.
Then he goes to your laptop and sets all kinds of sites on block. Huffing and puffing as he does that, you can see how frustrated he is that you’ve watched other men and their cocks.
The rest of the evening König looks at you like he doesn’t even know you anymore, both intrigued and suspicious. You know you’ve insulted his tender masculine sensibilities. But come evening, he teases you about it in bed, asking if one big man is not enough for you. That he didn’t even know his girl was so naughty and needy.
Don't you know that his cock alone could break you? A sweet girl like you could never handle two men... let alone two big cocks.
König has never talked so dirty, and you’re left hot and sweaty and embarrassed, thinking how stupid it is that porn is ruining your already red flagged relationship while also giving you the hottest sex yet. How stupid it is, considering neither of you have even watched those videos in reality.
And it’s not enough for König to ban websites and ensure his "naughty girl" doesn't come across any disturbing material.
You now have to repay him by sending some cute pictures of you wearing nothing but your underwear. Actually, he would prefer it that you wore nothing but your smile.
You will send the pictures to him at certain times of the day when he’s away, no exceptions. He will give you further insturctions on the dates. And you better be smiling on those pictures – one of those smiles you have when you see a cute stray cat or when it's your birthday.
Oh, and by the way: you really should change your social media accounts to private. Any pervert could be going through your photos at any given time.
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robot-horde · 6 months
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Ok listen, I know the vehicons main purpose in tfp is to be easily animated canon fodder. But I can’t stop thinking about their potential for use in fics.
They’re clones, but they’re not mindless. Even if they aren’t treated as equals by Autobots or Decepticons, they still exist as their own beings. They have personalities and feelings, even if we don’t get to see much of it.
So imagine how easy it could be to use them in fluffy stories. Someone shows kindness, or recognizes them as an individual and shows even a little bit of interest in them, and they’re hooked. They want more of that. More attention, more affection, more connection.
So depending on the tone of the scenario they’re either infatuated or obsessed with this person. They want to know this person and be known by them. They want to be wanted and cared for, because that’s not something you get when you’re a clone used for war.
But hey, at least being an unidentifiable face in a sea of others makes it easier to disappear unnoticed. They could run off with the object of their affection and by the time anyone realizes the vehicon is missing, if they even realize they’re missing, it’s already too late. They’re long gone with their love by now.
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yanderemommabean · 2 months
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It's fucking FREEZING where I am I need Choso to just hold me to his chest while I nap. Gojo can be there too
He's so sweet about it too, kissing your head and asking if he needs to adjust or anything, playing with your hair and chuckling when you just bury deeper in his chest and shake your head. No. He doesn't need to move at all. This? This is peak comfort.
However peace can only last so long when Gojo get's whiny for attention too, pouting when he sees you both curled around each other like he doesn't exist. He wants cuddles too! What are you guys, a bunch of monsters?!
-Mommabean
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crisiscutie · 11 months
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Are there any nicknames that yandere Sephiroths like to be called by their darling?
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"Sephy" is a big one, to all of them, Even with AC Seph. A wave of emotion will wash over the Crisis Cuties as the depths of their love for the darling sprang forth. They still stick to their personas, but their beautiful, vibrant slit eyes say it all to the darling.
"Good boy/my precious boy" for both C.C and 7R. The boys can't take their eyes off of her when they hear her speak those comforting, validating words. They become so weak and needy for even more of her maternal nurture. Their hearts can never get enough of it.
Master/Father/Daddy for Dissidia Seph. His heart flutters with joy when the darling calls him those names, demonstrating the strength of their connection and his special place within the darling's mindscape.
Beloved/My Love for OG and AC Seph. With OG being husband-like and AC a man scorned, the two of them had the most romantic dynamic with the darling. When she spoke those affirming words to them, it was like a rush of warmth filling their hearts.
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merakiui · 10 months
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fluffy yandere!floyd on the brain. <3
(cw: yandere, brief nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, captivity, stockholm syndrome)
floyd who goes out of his way to make all of your meals look cute and taste delicious. like the pancakes he decorates with fruit to look like a bear or a cat! he wakes up extra early to prepare an entire buffet for you, including all of your favorites so you’ll be more enticed to eat. mealtimes are meant to be enjoyable, so it always saddens him when you pick at your plate, too nervous to ask for seconds or to eat even half of what’s on your plate when he’s watching. you’re always so anxious around him. it breaks his heart! :( he tries his best to be gentle and patient, especially in the mornings when he wakes you up and sees how cute and sleepy you are, clinging to his arm and mumbling about how it’s too early (it’s nearly afternoon now).
floyd who picks up gifts and treats for you on his way home. maybe it’s a fluffy pastry that reminded him of how soft and sweet you are or it’s a huge plushie that he knows you’ll love to snuggle with. he likes spoiling you with gifts because he adores seeing you smile, if only for a minute. he never expects anything in return and he isn’t doing this to win your affections (although he hopes it at least warms you up to him). just knowing you’re happy is enough for him. (but he does cuddle with his own shrimp plushie he bought on a whim hehe). sometimes he’ll set the plushies around the table so you’ll have company when you eat, just to avoid awkwardness when it’s you and him. sometimes he’ll make the plushies talk to each other with silly voices. his theatrics managed to get a few giggles out of you, so he knows you secretly enjoy it. he really wants to kiss you, but he knows you’d get scared and so he quells the urge by making a plushie give you a tiny peck on the lips.
floyd who, in the midst of a volatile mood swing, knows to distance himself from you so you won’t have to see him at his worst. he gets frustrated when you avoid him or talk about the outside or other people. when he’s angry like this, he wants to break something or someone. he could never take his emotions out on you, though! he’d never forgive himself if he did, so he goes outside and walks around or he’ll mindlessly clean the house or he’ll cook a bunch of different dishes. he could go out, look for trouble, and beat it to a pulp, but he knows you hate seeing him covered in blood, knuckles bruised and possibly broken, so he refrains from doing that. he’s picked up this habit: when he’s in a bad mood, he does good instead of bad. like cooking and cleaning instead of hurting and hitting others. and eventually the smell of good food or a fresh, clean house soothes him and brings him back to earth, no longer so wrapped up in unpredictable thoughts and feelings. he’ll knock on your door because you take to hiding when he’s pacing, prowling for something to get his hands on or sink his teeth into, and he tells you he made food or he cleaned the house or he tried to knit a sweater for his shrimp plushie.
floyd who pastes glow-in-the-dark shapes to the walls and ceiling so you won’t be so frightened of the darkness (or more realistically: of the person who dwells in that darkness). he buys a lot of different designs: moons and stars, sea creatures, flowers, and so on. he has too much fun putting them up and he encourages you to decorate to your heart’s content. floyd arranges some of the stars into a heart. normally he’d find it cheesy, but he likes it and seeing your expression soften makes it all the more worthwhile. he places his hand in the center of the heart and you follow his lead, gingerly placing yours over his. he smiles at you and asks, “big enough for two?” you nod, quietly echoing, “big enough for two.”
floyd who arranges the plushies in rows in the sitting room as if they’re all intended to be watching a show. he’s a portrait of lazy comfort in his sweatpants. you’re wearing his shirt. it’s nothing fancy, but then it doesn’t have to be. he’s taken a curtain down so you can use it as a veil, and he lifts it up to look at you. it’s his version of a wedding spent in confinement. the plushies watch with unseeing eyes, each one a witness to magnificent matrimony. the shrimp is sat on the sofa, intended to be a priest with its little recipe book. floyd makes up his vows as he goes, but they’re all spoken truthfully. the rings aren’t anything fancy either; he said he’d get you a nice one if you wanted it, but you seem fine with the plastic ones that came on a cake he bought. there’s a butterfly ring and a ring that says happy spring on it. it’s silly. it’s hardly marriage material. but it’s so very floyd, and that’s arguably much better than fussing over details. you make up your vows as well, speaking most of them through giggles because it’s more fun than serious. floyd asks if you’ll have him forever, if you’ll marry him and become his for the rest of your days, if you’ll continue to be his shrimpy; you say you will. rather than kissing you, he presses his forehead to yours and smiles. it’s a marriage of many promises. instead of an “i do” a forehead touch seems to signify the finality of this mock wedding. you and the plushies who served as guests celebrate with a feast. floyd’s outdone himself this time, but then he always does. chef floyd never disappoints, especially when he knows there’s a special occasion to be celebrated. and this occasion is the most special.
floyd who builds a pillow and blanket fort in the bedroom. he spends an abnormally long time perfecting it, which is unusual because floyd’s never been one for perfection. but he’s meticulous with this, so meticulous you’d think he’s building a nest for a mate. and maybe he is. eel instincts are so deeply rooted in his being, even when he’s not in the sea. he packs the fort with all of your favorite things: the eel and shrimp plushies, a few books, lots of snacks, plenty of blankets and pillows, and a tablet so the two of you can watch movies. he has you cover your eyes when he leads you to the bedroom and he’s practically radiating excitement in his haste to show you his hard work. you seem delighted to behold the fort in all of its comfy glory, and floyd is restraining himself from picking you up and carrying you over to the fort. he has to remember personal space. he has to be patient, and he is. always. only for you.
the lights are turned off and the both of you snuggle in the fort together, watching your film of choice. for once in his life, he’s the nervous one. he doesn’t want to do anything to upset you. this is the closest he’s been to you in a while. you’re letting him hold you! he’s really so happy. through the sheets in the fort, the faint glow from the plastic shapes can be seen. he finds the heart right away. it’s hard to miss.
floyd’s dozing. it’s easy to feel comforted in your presence. now that he’s finally relaxing after spending hours putting the fort together, he’s oddly sleepy. but before he can completely submit to his dreams, something on his lips rouses him. he opens his eyes to find the shrimp plushie giving him a kiss and it takes him a minute to realize the meaning behind the gesture. and then he’s staring past the plush at you, mismatched eyes blown hilariously wide. and then a smile sprawls on his face, and he gathers you in his arms, laughing and rubbing his cheek against yours. his shrimpy is the cutest!
he asks if he can kiss you for real this time—without the plushie—and you nod, and it’s the first time floyd realizes patience pays off. usually he’s not so awkward about physical touch, but it’s a different story to be given permission to do something he’s always wanted to do rather than just taking it for himself. he kisses you modestly at first, uncharacteristically chaste, obviously holding back, but it isn’t long until he’s melting against you. he holds you so gently, so firmly, molding his body to yours in the soft comforts of the fort. he kisses you breathless and dizzy, more than once, so much that the two of you break apart for air, panting like you’ve just run a marathon.
floyd switches positions so you’re lying on your back and he’s caging you between his arms. he asks if he can fuck you, promises he’ll be gentle, mumbles about how you’re so pretty all spread out under him. his hand slips into yours, squeezing reassuringly. he won’t do anything you don’t want him to. he’ll prepare you well. he’s good with his mouth, after all! that has you laughing. he’s laughing, too, his heart full of feathers, his mind muddled with warmth and sweetness.
and even if you don’t want to go all the way, he’s just happy to be here with you. your answer is spoken against his lips, and he promises he’ll treat you good. so good. the best kind of good you’ll ever have. and he means every word because he’s never be dishonest with you. and that’s a promise he’d never dare break.
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withlove-angel · 6 months
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⚠️warnings: fluffy, pet names, smudged clown makeup
Love! (Part2)
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Buggy's face dropped. He knew y/n loved him more than he loved her back. He looked guilty and he was afraid to say anything at the moment. He knew what was coming next. "Y/n, wait. I..." Buggy started to say.
"You what? You sorry?" She snap back "Im so tired off all of this..." she rest her face on her hands as she curls on her knees. His hands still on her shoulders, he feel it heavy... burning... hopeless...
Buggy just looked at y/n. He was afraid to say anything else. He had a feeling that she was about to break up with him. Buggy's eyes widened as he started feeling nervous. "You're tired of waiting for me, right?" He asked in a sad tone, wich was unusual, but he couldn't help, the way y/n, his y/n were breaking infront of his was like something was breaking inside him... maybe his heart, maybe the mask he always use to pretend he was the best, the cold hearted pirate clown, when he is on the reality feels like trash, like someone unholy or not enough for an angel like y/n....
"Im tired of feeling unloved" she finally confess something that was deep on her soul, in a monotone tone, really diferent from the excited y/n. He felt a weird feeling he never felt before... his heart almost break, he didn't know he cared so much about her. He was scared for the first time of his life, scared not about losing his spotlight or his head again, but scared about losing her, he was so confused.
Buggy was silent. He felt as if his heart was stopping. He started thinking about what he would be without his angel. "Y/n, wait, I..." He still had no idea what to say. He was starting to tear up himself. "D-don't leave me" He finally managed to say. Buggy grabbed onto y/n's shoulders and looked at her.
He felt warm tears rolling down his cheeks, messing with his makeup, but he didn't care, he didn't care about his appearance or what the others would think about him... what's wrong with him? He was sick? He thought it for a sec, it was all so confusing, so overwhelming...
Y/n lift her head to face him, her eyes widen, the captain never cry... but the man infront her was not her captain, was Buggy, her Buggy, showing his broken side for the first time.
He try to wip away his tears. He was feeling all these emotions and didn't know how to process them. Buggy looked at y/n again. "Y/n, I... I'm sorry, okay?" He sniffed and sounded remorseful. He finally realized how much he needed her. "I don't want to be alone, Angel, i can't do this again. Don't leave me like the others did" He said with tears falling down his cheeks once again.
She look surprise at him, he never expressed his emotions before, she was still hurt but he couldn't just ignore him, not like this. Her love gaze for him was back, she didn't even realized when she quietly wipe his tears away, caressing his cheeks slightly after, his clown makeup all smudged and messed up.
Buggy felt relieved when y/n started to wipe away his tears. He took a deep breath and then hugged her. "Don'tleave y/n, I'm... I'm sorry" He said, sounding very serious now. He was glad that she wasn't crying. "Don't ever leave me, don't ever think about it again... I can't do this without you, i go to hell if I need to just keep you on my side... i would kill anyone or burn anything just for you" He whispered, a dark look quickly pass though his eyes, a shiver run down her spine, but she decided to ignore it, she was as sick as he is, she wanted attention, but for y/n the pirate clown attention was what she needed, she may be scared but she liked the feel.
She nods "but buggy... if you want this to work out you have to put an effort" she break the hug to look at him, placing one hand on his cheeks "a relationship dont survive if only one person try"
Buggy stayed silent, looking back at her. He was aware that he didn't always put effort into their relationship. He usually expected her to do everything for him. He sighed, knowing that he had to change too. Buggy said quietly. "I promise I will try harder." He sounded sincere.
She smiles to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips
Buggy's face got even more bright red. He was still surprised that y/n was kissing him again even with his smudged makeup. He wanted to kiss her back but he didn't, he felt too overwhelmed. His face got bright red as he closed his eyes and just let her kiss him.
She giggle at his behaviour starting to kiss all over his face, not having a pattern on it, just messing more with his already messed makeup. She was sad that she didn't wore lipstick that night, but still enjoyed every single kiss.
Buggy got even more excited as y/n kissed his face. He got very, very, very red. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt her lips on his cheeks again. He was blushing more than he ever had before. Buggy's heart started beating really fast as he let it happen.
He could see how happy y/n was as he finally is showing his feelings to her... He kept his eyes closed. He was embarrassed but also very glad at the same time. He felt like a new man with all of this attention. He never knew so much could happen just by showing his love to his girlfriend. His face was now incredibly bright red and he was smiling. That smile was something he hasn't shown in a while. He was finally learning to love someone back and he felt relieved.
Y/n climb into his lap, his strong hads on her hips to keep her balance.
"you know how much i love your eyes, but i just fell for your smile once again"
Buggy opened his eyes and looked at her. Her words melted his heart. "I didn't know I had such a wonderful smile" He chuckled. "You like it that much?"
He could see she staring at his smiles "its the prettiest i ever saw" Buggy couldn't get his smile off of his face. His heart was now beating even faster. His cheeks got red again as she stared at him. He never felt this much attention before even when performing, this was his spotlight, his favorite show. "Y/n... My face is starting to feel a bit... hot." He chuckled nervously.
"Because you are blushing" she giggles. Buggy never blushed before he didn't know what was this feeling, but he liked... As long as it was with y/n, he liked it.
Buggy's face got even more red as y/n placed her hand on his cheek. He felt like a little boy having a crush for the very first time. "Y-you think I'm blushing?" The clown asked, sounding surprised. He didn't want to believe she was correct. He felt embarrassed.
She nods. The brightest smile he ever saw... he finally made her feel loved...
Buggy took a deep breath and then looked back at y/n. He was trying to figure out how to feel about the love she was giving him. He realized that he was feeling something new. His face remained red, and he was still smiling. "I feel... strange" He muttered. "Something is going on that I've never felt before, but its good." He was confused but he felt good at the same time.
Y/n place her hand on top of his chest were its his heart "you finally really feel love" she say more exited then he is... of couse the love he is feeling is only for Angel, he still despises everyone else, he still would kill everyone else for the spotlight.
Buggy put his hand over y/n's hand, holding it above his heart. He was starting to understand what this feeling meant. "Is this love?" He asked, still sounding a bit confused. He wanted to make sure that he was experiencing love for the first time. "Am I really in love with you?" He whispered to himself.
She smiles hugging him tightly "you finally..." she say almost crying bit this time happy tears
Buggy just stayed still when the happy y/n hugged him tight. He started to hug her back as well. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it pounding. Buggy didn't care about his other crew mates anymore. He just wanted to love this woman right now. "I never knew I would be capable of feeling this way" He confessed to her. "I am... I am in love" he says like he dont believe on it
"Finally captain"
"Now don't ever think about leaving me again, doll" Buggy said as he started smiling again. "I never knew that I needed your love, but now I can't live without it." He wanted to make sure she understood how he truly felt.
She kiss him , her hands layingon his sholders as his were lazilyplace on her hips "never"
kiss
"gonna"
kiss
"leave"
kiss
Buggy leaned into the kiss. He felt a bit shy as he kissed her back, but he enjoyed it. Y/n looked so beautiful to him, he wanted to kiss her all the time. "Never let go of me, doll" Buggy whispered.
"Never" she pulls him for another kiss, this time more deeper
Buggy started getting more into the kiss, as he tried to kiss her back with more passion. He started feeling like a man for the very first time. He liked the feeling of her lips on his.
For some unlucky reason, they could start to hear his crew walking back to the ship. Buggy have to put out the cold captain face back, as he can't let others, besides y/n, see his vulnerable side
Buggy pulled away. He wiped his lips. His eyes opened wide as he saw his crew coming back to the ship. "What took you so long!? We are leaving," Buggy yelled out, making his voice sound as angry as he could. He tried to look completely cold and indifferent to any of these feelings he was having. He needed to be the cold-hearted pirate captain he always is, at least in front of his crew mates. Y/n saw right through Buggy, and she was the only person who knew how Buggy felt right now.
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domxmarvel · 1 year
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Under my umbrella 
Masterlist 
Pairing:Ayato Aishi x Gender neutral!Reader
Slot: Sharing an umbrella 
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"Remember your umbrella" Your mom called out followed by "and your lunch is on the table,bye"
"Bye" You grabbed your bag,lunch and umbrella. It had been raining for the last three days,it seemed to pick up whenever you were getting to school or leaving. 
The school day was boring as usual,it was only when it was time to leave that you noticed your umbrella was missing. You looked all over for it but you couldn't find it and it didn't look like the rain was stopping. You were standing at the door,thinking of what you could possibly do. 
"Did you forget your umbrella?" You turned to see Ayato lingering behind you,his umbrella in his hand. 
"No,I just can't find it. Maybe someone mistook it for theirs"
"We could share mine" He was already standing next to you with his umbrella covering the both of you. "I'll walk you home." The whole way back he was talking,which was unusual for him,he was normally very quiet so it was nice to see him so confident. But everything he said was a question about you,he was asking you everything every question he could think of. You hadn't even noticed that he was leading the way but you had never told him where to go.
"Thank you for walking me home"
"You don't have to thank me,I'd do it for you anytime" And he was true to his word,he walked you home for the rest of the week. He was actually nice to hang out with so you didn't really mind,but the only thing that bothered you was that you never found your umbrella. 
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chanif-art · 2 months
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Happy birthday, @alexex8sts :-) !
Wishing you a day filled with happiness ahead!
Prompt: Ibara Saegusa is celebrating Y/N's birthday
Also thank you for commissioning me again! I tried to finish as soon as I could cause I don't know the exact date of your birthday ;-;
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yanderes-galore · 3 months
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Hello! Happy Fazbear Birthday (again)!
Can I request a fluffy AU Mangle x reader? Maybe the Mangle has escaped and broke into the readers house one night. Imagine how horrifying it would be to hear a drip… drip… drip… sound, waking up and seeing a fluffy AU Mangle staring at you as it hangs off the ceiling, dripping blood in your floor!
Sure! Here's a short story I came up with what you gave me!
Breach
Yandere! Fluffy AU! Mangle Short
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Breaking and entering, Biting, Blood, Gore/Graphic descriptions, Clingy behavior, Forced companionship.
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You aren't sure what woke you up first. All you know is when you turned over in your bed you realized something was wrong. The smell in your room was like if an animal brought in roadkill. You assumed it was outside your window.
That is until you hear the noises. The sounds of breathing and scratching. The sound of dripping liquid spilling onto a floor, carpeted or not. You open your eyes slightly.
Not fully conscious you feel something wet and warm drip onto your blankets. The dripping sound is muffled… you find yourself trying to sit up. It looks like something is dripping from your ceiling.
You look up… and see something you thought would never follow you home.
Your line of work was in the Afton Facility. A base of secret experiments on living mascots. This one… Mangle… was a failed one. You were only ever meant to feed them then leave.
You weren't at work when the breach happened. You had no idea Golden Freddy was so powerful he was able to escape and leave the facility in chaos. You had no idea of the carnage left behind.
You would never have expected Mangle, Toy Foxy 1.0, to break containment and look for you. How did they remember you? How did they get here? How did no one see it leave?
You wonder if they smelled you. It's a possibility… could they also find your file in the electronics? You weren't sure if you were impressed… or downright terrified.
This creature found comfort in your presence. Comfort to the point they made an effort to follow you home. Through bushes and in the shadows… the mess of flesh managed to find your home…
Then they made themselves at home on your ceiling.
You stare silently at the furred fox amalgamation, the white and pink fur stained red. Two eyes stare at you… from two different heads. The fox's snout is in a grin as they stare at you. It looks straight out of your nightmares.
For a long while, they don't do a thing. They seem to be admiring you. The fox is careful not to move much except to swivel their neck around to watch you. You're locked in a staring match.
You can't seem to say anything. Your mouth hangs open in shock. You feel the urge to retch occur when you realize there's a puddle of blood on your lap.
“Hey there, doc…” They growl playfully, both heads leaning closer. “Hope you missed me as much as I missed you, when you were gone things got quite intense!”
The fox still sticks to your ceiling as their long neck allows their main head to meet yours eye to eye. The grin never goes away. You feel paralyzed with fear, they're too damn close.
“I suppose it was a good thing… I never considered that place home.” The fox scoffs, looking away momentarily to see their other head before snapping back to you. “But with you? Anywhere is considered home!”
You don't hide the squeal that comes from your throat as they release from the ceiling and plop onto your bed. The sound is a disturbing splat and you try to roll off your bed. Unfortunately, the skeletal head they have chomps onto your clothes/skin before pulling you back. What's worse is it doesn't let go… even as the other head continues to speak.
“Where's the warm welcome…?” Mangle sighs, turning your head to meet their main one again.
“You aren't getting rid of me… so why not embrace me?”
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