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THIS WAS MY BAD I FUCKED UP ANON I'M SORRY

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Brief mention of Y/N not having control over her own life

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It took a lot for Alastor to be nervous about something, like A LOT

He wasn't nervous to start his radio show, he wasn't scared to sing in front of a crowd or dance with a stranger

But meeting your father has his mind in shambles, he's never been so nervous in his entire life

Every negative quality he can think of is coming to the forefront of his mind and making a home there

Not even asking you out made him feel this anxious

Okay so that was a fucking lie

He's heard all about your father from you, knows how close the two of you are-now he knows how you felt meeting his mother

Your father made you the woman you are today, and all of your best qualities were apparently cultivated by your father, according to you anyways

But he plays it cool when you ask him to meet your father, giving you a charming smile and confident response

"It's about time you asked me that, my dear~"

Hugs you from behind and buries his face in your neck so that you don't see the panic in his eyes

Pretends like he's not worried about it whenever you bring it up but as his S/O you pick up on his mannerisms

He's often distracted, getting lost in his own thoughts, doesn't hear what you're saying, messing up food he normally makes with ease

It's different for him, to him meeting your father makes the possibility of losing you feel more real

If your father doesn't approve of him then not only would you be disappointed but he could keep you from seeing Alastor

And nobody would question it, nobody would ask what YOU want, a girl's father knows what best for her

Then you two would have to elope which wouldn't be the worst thing but you deserve more-

"Alastor..? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, turning to give you a reassuring smile and kissing your forehead

"Of course, my dear~! What sort of a man would I be if I was too scared to face your father?"

Oh, he's scared of making a bad impression

He leans into your touch as you place soft hands over his cheeks, smiling at him in a way that makes him feel childish for being nervous

"Oh darling, you have nothing to worry about...I'll protect you~"

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious! He will love you, you're very hard not to love~"

Your gentle embrace on his arm keeps him grounded throughout the entire walk to see your father

Maybe he nuzzles your head to give you affection, or maybe he does it because your scent relaxes him

Alastor is hilariously stiff when you two enter the restaurant, tensing up as you approach your father

He's handsome for a man his age but the way he carries himself with kindness and pride reminds Alastor of you

The old man's eyes light up and happiness envelopes his features as he takes notice of you, standing to meet you

The love between you and your father is painfully obvious, this here is a man who would die to protect his daughter

Something he and Alastor have in common

Then suddenly, a switch flips in him once you go to hug your father, no longer is he your nervous boyfriend

"Papa, this is the man I've been telling you about, this is Al-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sir! Quite a pleasure! Might I just say you've raised an exceptional young woman!"

This is Alastor, the charming radio host who is utterly mesmerizing and able to talk his way out of any situation

The Alastor that originally caught your attention and kept it long enough for you to fall for him

He spends the entire lunch charming your father, laying out all his best qualities in the hopes that he's making a good impression

And he definitely is, or at least he seems to be

"Oh Y/N, you didn't tell me that he would be such a gentleman! Wherever did you find him?"

Oh Papa you don't want to know

"Oh you know...we just bumped into each other-"

"She immediately had my heart in her pocket from the first moment we met! I was wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it until it was too late!"

Now you're blushing, Alastor's words, along with him pulling you into a loving hug, making you feel flustered

He may have been busy trying to impress your father, but he didn't forget who he was doing it for, making sure to pay attention to you

He couldn't ignore you even if he tried, kissing your cheek whenever you boasted about him or squeezing your hand when your father embarrassed you

Which he did, your father couldn't help but brag about his darling daughter and every good deed she ever did

All of Alastor's earliest worries are gone, now understanding that your father isn't the type of man to rule over his daughter

Rather the kind to build her up and encourage her to be her own person, loving her for her strengths instead of smothering them

Which makes Alastor respect the man even more than he already did

At one point you leave the table to use the restroom, leaving the two men alone with each other

The mood shifts a little bit, your father suddenly serious and doubtful as he looks Alastor over

"Just what are your intentions with my daughter? She's not the kind of woman who you can just toy with until the next one comes along. My Y/N is too good for a playboy."

Oh, so now it's a serious talk, that's fine, Alastor came here for a serious reason anyways

"I'm no boy, and I don't plan on playing with your daughter's heart, I meant what I said earlier. In fact, I wanted to meet you so that I could ask your permission to not only continue seeing her but to marry her."

Apparently, he said the right thing because your father's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before the warmth flooded back into them

The old man relaxed into his seat and simply nodded at Alastor as you came back, the two men coming to an understanding

The atmosphere at the table becomes much more casual after that, your father and Alastor talking and joking like old friends

It warms your heart to see your boys getting along so well, leaning on Alastor happily

He smiles and rubs noses with you for a moment before going back to the conversation, something that leaves you flustered

And apparently, it makes your father blush too, finding the two of you to be a cute couple

The love you both have for each other radiates more than any sort of PDA would

Your father thinks that Alastor wouldn't be the worst son in law to have, he's charming, hardworking, obviously loves you

Why he's nearly perfect but there's something about him that makes your father think he's dangerous

And maybe he is but as long as Alastor keeps his daughter safe and happy then what does he care?

It's your life after all

Later, when you all get up to leave, your father ignores Alastor's offer of a handshake in favor of hugging him

"If you marry her, then you best not ever leave her, not even in death."

"Not only will I never leave her, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy~"

"Good man, welcome to the family.."

You give your father a loving hug, and he whispers his approval to you, making you tear up and kiss his cheek

Alastor is a little concerned when he sees your glassy eyes but you kiss him happily before he can even ask what's wrong

Presses his forehead to yours once you two finally stop kissing, both of you panting softly

Your smile is so breathtaking, he almost doesn't even hear what you're saying because he's so mesmerized

"I told you that he would love you~"

GAHHHH SORRY THIS TOOK ALL DAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

I HAD IT THEN DELETED IT AND HAD TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

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dixons-sunshine · 5 days

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I Never Lived For The Applause | Daryl Dixon x Former!Celebrity!Fem!Reader

Summary: Before the world quite literally ended, you were a famously known singer. However, your celebrity status didn't do you much good in the apocalypse, despite most people in your group giving you privileges that you didn't want. Thankfully, a certain redneck archer treated you like a normal person, unwillingly becoming the guy who caught your attention.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: The quarry; the farm; the prison.

Warnings: Swearing, usual TWD warnings, suggestive themes.

Word count: 3.9k.

A/n: Okay but the former!celebrity!reader x Daryl was such a unique idea that an anon requested! I never would've thought about that on my own. I thought that this idea would be great combined with a few other requests, and this was born. There's a few time jumps and this is honestly not the best. I scrapped over 1500 words and this is all over the place, and it was supposed to be smut, and I don't really like this, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

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Before the apocalypse came to be, you were a famous singer and songwriter. You had multiple hit singles that made the charts and your concerts always sold out. It seemed like wherever you would turn, there would be someone there who would want an autograph or a picture. It seemed like you could never escape the spotlight.

Not even now, when the dead started rising and the world came to an end.

“Amy, I told you, I'm fine. I don't want your food. You need it more than I do.”

Amy shook her head defiantly, practically shoving the paper plate into your hands. “I insist. You're my idol, and I'll be damned if I let my idol go hungry when I have food I can give her.”

You sighed and reluctantly accepted the plate. “This is unnecessary. I already had my share, sweetheart. You don't have to give me yours when you also have to eat.”

“I'm fine. Rather me than you.”

Before you could protest, Andrea called Amy's name. Amy gave you an apologetic smile and bid you farewell, walking over to her sister and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sighed and turned around, heading over to the tent you shared with your daughter. You opened the flap and stepped inside, seeing your twelve year old daughter, Nicolette, busy sketching in her sketchbook.

She looked up when she heard you step inside, sending you a smile. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hey, Nic,” you greeted her, sitting down on your cot opposite hers. “Why aren't you outside with the other kids?”

Nicolette shook her head, closing her sketchbook and sitting up in her cot. “Most of them treat me funny. They keep asking me if I can sing or if I can write songs, and if I got free stuff because you were famous. Only Carl and Sophia treat me like I'm a normal kid, but they're with their mom's right now.”

You sighed, guilt gnawing at you from the inside. Never once did you regret having your daughter, but sometimes you regretted having to raise her while you were in the spotlight. The paparazzi were relentless, and your daughter more often than not had to pay the price for that. It was unfair, and you wished that you could've just faded from the spotlight to raise your daughter in peace.

“I'm sorry, baby. If I knew back then what my fame could do to you, I never would have signed on with that record label. I wish I could take it back.”

Nicolette shook her head. She got up from her cot and sat down next to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her, placing a tender kiss on her head.

“It's not your fault, Mom. I don't blame you. You shouldn't, either.”

You shook your head. “That's easier said than done,” you replied, before adopting a more lighthearted tone. “But let's not talk about that. I've got some more food for you if you're hungry.”

Nicolette smiled at you and nodded eagerly. “I'm starving. Thanks, Mom.”

You smiled at her. However, before you could respond, a ruckus could be heard outside your tent. Both yours and your daughter's heads snapped in the direction of the two voices, instantly going quiet to hear what was happening.

“M'tellin ya, man. S'a fuckin' waste of time. We should jus' cut our losses here and scram. Take a few guns and food fer the road.”

“Merle, fer the last fuckin' time, we can't leave righ' now. It's too dangerous. We should wait 'til the heat dies down 'fore we go.”

“Wha' m'hearin' s'tha' yer a pussy. Wha's the matter, Darylina? Scared the geeks will get ya? 'Cause yer too incompetent to handle 'em?”

“Fuck off, Merle! It ain't like tha'. I jus' dun' wanna risk our lives if we dun' need to.”

“Whatever, man. M'goin' back to the tent.”

The man who's name you had learnt to be Merle left, his retreating footsteps growing fainter until you couldn't hear them anymore. However, you could clearly see the silhouette of the other man still outside your tent. You could hear him quietly muttering to himself.

Turning to Nicolette, you gently placed the plate with the food—cooked squirrel with some beans—onto her lap and stood up. You turned to her and leaned down to place a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“Eat up and get ready for bed. I'll be right back and then we'll continue reading that book.”

Nicolette nodded, and with that, you exited your tent. The man stood with his back to you, but a simple slight twitch of his head in your direction showed that he had heard you. His body stiffened visibly, and you frowned at that.

“Hey. You're Daryl, right?” you asked him, prompting the man to turn around.

However, he didn't meet your gaze, finding great interest in the ground below. He simply grunted his acknowledgement, a slight upwards nudge of his nose confirming your question.

“I'm Y/n. It's nice to officially meet you,” you introduced yourself, extending your hand to his for a handshake. Daryl made no move to shake it, however, making you awkwardly retract your hand. “I, uh, just wanted to say that you were right.”

“Wha'?” Daryl asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. He hadn't meant for the question to slip from his lips, trying to just remain quiet until you got the message that he was in no mood to socialise, but he failed.

“That argument you had with your brother. You were right. It's way too dangerous to wander off on your own right now. Personally I feel like you shouldn't be wanting to go at all because it's safer with a group, but that's not my call to make. Just thought I'd let you know that your instincts are right. Don't listen to your brother.”

Daryl was confused by your niceness. He was even more confused by the fact that you agreed with him. He was so used to women taking Merle's side instead of his all the time, so this was something entirely new for him.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he replied awkwardly, nervously chewing on his lower lip.

You smiled at him before nodding. “Okay, well, just wanted to tell you that. Oh, and to ask you not to argue in front of my tent again. I have a twelve year old in there who doesn't need to hear all of that.”

Daryl ducked his head, an embarrassed blush flushing over his face. “Sorry.”

“I guess I can let it slide this time,” you said with a smile. “And thanks for the squirrel. Thanks to you, my daughter doesn't have to go to bed hungry tonight. Never thought we'd have to resort to eating squirrel, but it's not that bad. It's actually kinda delicious. It's way better than—” Realising that you were busy rambling, you shook your head and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Just, thank you.”

Daryl didn't know why, but he felt an unexplainable pull to you. Maybe it was the way you showed him kindness without even knowing him, or maybe it was the fact that you were the only one who seemed to actually appreciate the food he brought back from his hunts, even if it was squirrels. Despite their hunger, everyone else mostly refused to eat anything he brought back if it wasn't deer. Yet there you were, thanking him for bringing back something as mediocre as squirrel.

And it certainly didn't help that he found you absolutely radiant.

“S'nothin',” he finally responded. “M'jus' glad yer lil' girl can eat tonigh'.”

“You're the one who brought back the squirrels?”

At the sound of a small voice, both you and Daryl turned around to face your daughter. Nicolette walked up to your side and beamed brightly up at Daryl, catching him off guard. The other kids in the camp were terrified of him and wouldn't even glance in his direction, yet this kid was not only looking at him, but willingly talking to him.

“Yes, he is,” you confirmed, smiling fondly down at your daughter.

Nicolette looked up at Daryl, realisation dawning on her. “You're the man with the crossbow! And the vest with the angel wings! You're so cool, sir. Do you think I could maybe shoot your crossbow one time? It's okay if you say no, but can I maybe see how you shoot it so that when I get my own crossbow one day, I know how to use it? Or—”

Daryl's lips subconsciously twitched up into a smile. Her rambling was so similar to yours. Like mother, like daughter, he thought to himself as he looked between the two of you. There were over a dozen similarities between you and Nicolette. She looked just like you.

You placed a hand on Nicolette's shoulder, halting her rambling. You turned to Daryl, giving him a smile. “We should probably get ready for bed. Goodnight, Daryl.”

“Night, Daryl!” Nicolette greeted him enthusiastically, following you into the tent.

“Night,” he whispered.

“Oh, and by the way, don't be a stranger. I'd love to see more of you.”

Daryl blushed and ducked his head. He hummed, not trusting his voice at that moment in time.

You smiled and finally entered the tent, zipping the tent closed behind you. He stood there for a couple of moments before turning and walking back to his own shared tent with Merle.

Daryl couldn't explain it, but for some reason, in that short conversation, he felt drawn to you. It was unnerving, but felt nice at the same time. And your daughter was downright an angel, your exact copy.

“Wha' were ya doin', sniffin' 'round tha' popstar?” Merle asked when Daryl entered the tent, catching him off guard. Daryl had assumed that Merle would've been passed out by now, high off of whatever drug he was using that night.

“Popstar? Wha' the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?” Daryl questioned, plopping himself down on his cot.

“Tha' woman ya were talkin' to, she was a singer 'fore all this. Real famous, too. Used to see her on TV and in magazine's all the time.”

Daryl's mind swarmed with questions. You were a famous singer? How the hell did you end up there, with a bunch of nobodies? And why had you thanked him for bringing back something as simple as a squirrel? If you were famous, you had probably eaten banquets of the richest, most delicious food out there, yet you enjoyed squirrel? And to top it off, why would you willingly want to hang out with him of all people?

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“Daryl, oh my god.”

At the sound of your panicked voice, Daryl slowly sat upright in the bed in the guest bedroom. He looked up and locked eyes with you, seeing the worry written all over your face. You hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and gingerly reached out to touch the bandage around his side, careful not to add too much pressure and hurt him.

“M'fine, sunshine. Dun' have to worry 'bout me,” he replied, waving off your concern and gently grabbing your hand to push it away from the bandage.

You scoffed in disbelief and shook your head. “You're my friend, Daryl. Of course I'm going to worry about you. I care about you, and you expect me to not worry?” you asked, bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek.

Friend. That word reminded Daryl of how you viewed him. It had been two months since your first interaction at the quarry and his affection and attraction to you had only grown stronger. However, it seemed to him like his feelings weren't reciprocated, so he settled on being your friend.

Little did he know that you felt the exact same way. You just didn't know it yet.

“Heard ya punched Andrea fer shootin' me. Any truth to those rumours?” Daryl asked, diverting the attention away from his now pounding heart as your fingers gently pushed his hair back.

You smiled sheepishly. “My hand slipped?” you tried, shrugging your shoulders.

Daryl smirked slightly and shook his head. “Sure. Whatever ya say, sunshine.”

You let out a sigh, reluctantly drawing your hand back from his hair. “She had it coming. We told her not to shoot and she didn't listen, trying to boost her own ego instead. She almost killed you, Daryl. That's not something she should be allowed to get away with, but Rick and Shane aren't gonna do anything, so I took matters into my own hands.”

Daryl smiled softly. “Not bad fer a popstar.”

You giggled. “Hey, I got into a couple of fights before my career took off. I know my stuff. I know how to shoot a gun, too, but that's a discussion for another day.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. He shifted back against the headboard and gazed at you, simply admiring your beauty for a moment. It amazed him that a beautiful, kind, caring, smart woman like you would ever wanna be associated with the likes of him. You were perfect and he was, well, him. It didn't make sense, but he dared not to question it.

“Can I ask ya somethin' personal?” he blurted out before he could think about it.

You nodded at him. “Sure.”

“When ya talk 'bout yer career, it sounds like ya hated it. Why'd ya become a singer if ya hated it so much?”

You remained silent for a minute. Daryl feared that he had asked the wrong thing and was about to apologise, but you spoke up.

“I was nineteen when I signed with my first record label. I didn't want to be in the spotlight because singing was more of a hobby to me, but my parents forced me to. Growing up, there wasn't ever really any money around and my parents made it out like it was my fault. They made me feel like I owed them for everything they did for me, and they forced me to sign with that record label. My parents were my managers and all the money I earned for the songs I wrote and sang basically went to them. That went on for a couple of years until I met Nic's father. He was a bass player in a band I was collaborating with. I fell in love way too quickly, jumped into bed with him when he made an advancement and ended up pregnant. The guy didn't want kids and bolted, leaving me a single mom. My parents hated that and basically disowned me.”

“M'sorry to hear tha',” Daryl replied sympathetically. He didn't really know how to respond; he never knew that about you. You chose to keep your life before you had Nicolette private, and he respected that. He had his own demons he preferred to keep quiet.

“It's okay,” you reassured him, shaking your head. “He was an asshole. And I was better off without my parents. I managed to sign with a decent enough record label and the rest was history. I got a ton of backlash from haters for being a single mom. There were even rumours that I had cheated and that's why the guy left me, but that wasn't true. But none of that matters anymore. My reputation doesn't matter anymore. All that matters now is keeping my daughter safe and keeping the people I care about alive. People like you.”

“Ya shouldn't care 'bout me. S'a bad idea.”

“Well, bad idea or not, I care about you. And so does Nic.”

As if being summoned, Nicolette knocked on the door and hesitantly stepped inside. Daryl adjusted the covers over his body and sent her a tight-lipped smile. Nicolette gave him a small smile back but he could clearly tell it was strained. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying.

“Are you okay?” Nicolette asked, crossing her arms over her chest as if to make herself appear smaller.

“M'fine, kiddo. Dun' worry 'bout me,” he reassured her. “Hershel fixed me righ' up. I'll be outta here in no time.”

Nicolette looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded. “He's right. He'll be fine. Some antibiotics and he'll be up and at it in three days. You'll see.”

“Okay,” she nodded, her eyes flickering between you and Daryl. “I'm glad you're not dead, Daryl.”

Daryl chuckled at the girls forwardness. “M'glad m'not dead, too.”

You smiled at the small interaction between Daryl and Nicolette, your heart swelling with fondness. You stood up from the bed and motioned for Nicolette to follow you.

“C'mon, baby. Let's leave Daryl to get some rest, okay?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could maybe stay?” she asked timidly, nervously fiddling with her hands. “It's just... I wanna stay.”

You looked at Daryl, and he shrugged nonchalantly. Despite his nonchalance, Daryl's heart swelled with fondness. This little girl, who owed him nothing, wanted to stay with him. He couldn't believe it.

“Okay, you can stay for a while. I'll be back later, okay?” you relented.

She nodded and sat down on the chair. You gave Daryl's hand one last squeeze before heading out, sparing one last look at the two. Nicolette was starting to retell some of the events of what her and Carl had gotten up to that day, and Daryl hummed in acknowledgement before looking up and locking eyes with you.

With one last parting smile, you headed out and made your way back to the tents. On your way there, a startling realisation hit you like a ton of bricks, one that would change the way you saw Daryl forever. Despite the fact that he could be snappy at times, and that he was known for being grumpy, he treated you with respect. He didn't care about who you were before the end of the world. He didn't care about your mistakes, about if you were famous or not. That didn't matter to him. He only saw you, the person behind the old tabloids, and he had become close with your daughter. He even took the time out of his day to teach her how to use his crossbow, even if she was a slow learner. And in that moment, you realised something:

You had feelings for him.

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“Y'know, m'glad Nic didn't have to meet her father. She's better off.”

You turned your head to Daryl, a look of confusion spreading across your features. “I agree with you, but why do you say that? You didn't know the man.”

Daryl shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from you. “Ya said back at Hershel's tha' he never wanted kids. If he had stuck 'round, god knows wha' he would've done to her.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, turning your attention back to the darkness ahead of you. “She is better off.”

The night was relatively quiet, save for the distant sound of walkers groaning outside the prison's fences. Daryl was on watch that night in the guard tower, and you had taken the initiative to join the archer that night. Everyone else had retreated into the prison for the night, leaving only you and Daryl awake.

“So are we gon' tell Nic 'bout us or not?” Daryl broke the silence, taking the last drag from his cigarette before putting it out next to him. “S'been over a month now. She deserves to know.”

Unbidden, flashes of that night a month ago arose in your mind. The feeling of his lips on yours, his hands exploring your body and the way he felt pressed against you. The feeling of your bodies becoming one was one that you wouldn't forget anytime soon, but the one memory you'd hold with you forever was the confession from the man next to you. After the heated, pleasurable moment you'd spent together, feelings were revealed, and you and the archer had unofficially started your relationship. You had both agreed to keep it a secret, but Nicolette was starting to get suspicious about the two of you.

“I'm okay with telling her tomorrow. She deserves to finally have confirmation on her suspicions,” you told him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “She already sees you as her dad, anyways.”

Daryl couldn't argue with that. Flashes of his own arose in his mind. A couple of days ago, he had returned from a run, battered and bruised. He could barely walk and both you and Nicolette were distraught. However, after he was patched up and resting in his cell and you were up in the guard tower for your shift, Nicolette had come to him in tears. He had hugged her tightly to his chest, acutely aware that she was transported back to that day on the farm when he had been shot. That night was the night Nicolette had confirmed that she saw Daryl as a father figure.

“Please don't leave. My mom needs you. I need you. We both need you in our lives. Please, Daryl.”

In that moment, even though she didn't know yet that you and Daryl were together, he knew that he wouldn't be able to live without either of you. You both were his entire world. Nicolette was his little girl. You were his partner, and there was no way he was letting either of you go.

“Dun' worry, Nic. I ain't goin' nowhere. I promise ya tha'.”

Shaken from his thoughts by your lips on his exposed shoulder, he turned his head to you, coming face to face with a mischievous smirk. He instantly knew what that smirk meant, and he helped you climb onto his lap.

“But,” you began, pulling his attention back to your previous discussion. “Let's worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, it's just me and you.”

Daryl smirked and attached his lips to yours. You may have been a popstar before the apocalypse, a celebrity living in a mansion, but in that moment, you were simply you. The woman Daryl cared for deeply, the woman Daryl was never gonna let go of.

Because in that moment, you were nothing but his.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 5 months

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Hi there ! Can I request Natasha Romanoff x reader smut? I thought maybe Natasha x virgin!reader first time OR it can just be Nat’s and reader’s first time. (Please make it super soft🥺🥺)

Okay but anon that idea is literally so cute wtf 😖💗 this is shorter than I intended it to be but I hope you enjoy it regardless

Sidenote: mалыш means baby in Russian (to the best of my knowledge)

Taking It Slow (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, reader is a virgin, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of a safeword (although it's never used), soft top Natasha, bottom reader

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Natasha's brow was furrowed with concern as she leaned over you on the bed, gently brushing your hair from your face.

"Yeah, I'm sure." You looked up into her loving eyes, knowing she would take care of you. "Just...take it slow, okay?"

"Of course, mалыш." She pressed a soft and loving kiss to your lips before working her way down the rest of your body. Your jawline, neck, collarbone, none of it went untouched. She kept going until she got down to your thighs, where she settled herself between them.

"If at anytime you want me to stop, just let me know, okay? Do you remember our safeword?"

You nodded your head yes, to which Natasha clicked her tongue at you. "Honey, I need verbal confirmation if you want this to happen."

"Yeah, I remember it," you said, anticipation building.

"Good. Use it whenever you want to stop, okay? I don't want your first experience to be an uncomfortable one."

"Okay, I will."

Satisfied with your response, she began leaving kisses on the inside of your thigh. Occasionally you felt her nip at your skin, a sign that she was gently marking you up, leaving hickeys wherever her mouth would go.

You sighed contentedly before letting out a series of soft moans as she moved her mouth from your thighs to your glistening pussy. She pressed gentle kisses on the sensitive area, and you could feel her smirk against your skin when you let out a sudden gasp at her lips moving up to your clit.

She was toying with you, and you knew it; but you loved it regardless.

You felt as she pressed feather light kisses to your clit, giving you just enough friction to feel it but not nearly enough to be able to properly get you off.

As much as you wanted to grind up against her face, you knew you had to remain patient if you wanted to be able to truly enjoy this. You had waited this long, surely you could wait a little bit longer. Still, Natasha no longer teasing you and just getting on with it would certainly be nice.

"Nat, please." You whined, your hand going to rest on her head lightly.

"Oh, sweetheart." She peered up at you from between your legs, a visible smirk on her face. "I suppose I have been teasing you a little too much, huh? Let me fix that."

Before you could ask her what she meant by that, you felt her move her tongue along your already wet folds, eliciting a moan from you so loud your neighbors could definitely hear it.

At least she wasn't teasing you anymore, but that still meant you had a long night ahead of you.

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riftanswhore · 2 months

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anonymous asked:

Barista Jay??? That one en o clock ep where they make coffee and snacks, Jay looks so good like, (he makes me combust I tell you)

Imagine where:

you're co-workers and everytime he makes coffee or expresso your eyes just goes wherever he is and stare at him while you stand there, supposed to clean the mugs, and quickly look away when he spots you looking at him, and you think that he thinks you're a creep for looking at him while thinking about how his hands just look good on you're neck and how his fingers look so thick that it fills you up with just 2 fingers. Mean while Jay has a composed face but on the inside is freaking out cuz he saw you staring at him with a face that gets him to think abt how your face is when you're abt to cum with his cock inside you, bulging against your stomach, and whoops! He got hard in the middle of his shift, so he excuses himself to take an early break but in reality he goes to the storage room and starts jerking off, and you catch him while he's moaning your name

I hope you're doing okay take your time to finish this or don't if you don't want to (also can I be anon 🎀 or if its taken 🩰 anon)

a/n: this specific episode was my undoing

2 mutually pervert co-workers what's crazier than that? you beg your manager to have the same shift as him with very unreasonable excuses yo don't care if you sound unprofessional you need to be close to him. you can't deny that you actually thirst over him. his slicked back hair with one strand hanging in front of his forehead, sleeves folded up to elbow exposing his strong and pretty forearms and the way he's so eloquent and pleasant to customers which actually increases the profit of your coffee shop, there's no way you're not catching feelings or that dick.

he's always helping you around by doing the dishes, cleaning the tables and communicate with some karens that cools down when he talks to them. each morning he got there first and already made you some warm macchiato that never fails to make you moan from how good it is. you know that sound gets his poor cock to chub up in no time.

it's very clear to him that you want him. he saw the lewd face you make while you watch him clean the mugs, holding the heavy trays of utensils. the lines of his muscles the buffing of his bicep cloud your eyes with lust. your pussy tingles thinking about him getting off using the same hand while calling out your name.

jay had to leave the shift for a bit leaving you with other workers. 20 minutes passed he still hasn't returned. you're getting antsy because it's getting more crowded over time. you need a helping hand. you sought out to him in the toilet but he's not there. maybe he got sick and left. but your guess was wrong when you passed by the storage room and heard some grunts and muffled whimpers. it was jay's voice. is he in pain? you thought to yourself.

you immediately twist the knob to see him biting into his shirt to avoid getting them dirty and muffled his pretty voice from calling out your name. you dropped your view below and there's nothing prettier than his wet dick getting jerked by his ring-clad fingers hands. it's so wet and making fapping sounds louder than his voice. the precum keeps dripping and messing up the floor. the embarrassment of getting caught by you makes it worse. y/nie i-it's your fault.

your fault? well there's only one way to ask for forgiveness. you got on your knees, removed his hands letting his cock hit his stomach and put his hand in your ponytail. forgive me jay, please. you kissed the base of his cock making him hissed a curse. you've been fucking naughty y/n. i saw your needy face when im doing my work. always disturbing me. maybe i should fuck your mouth? so you know you should behave at work? you looked up and nod at him. yes jay need you to put me in my place. please fuck my mouth.

you dropped your jaw open and let your tongue out making space for his wide tip. it's so red and swollen and it made you feel so bad for putting him in pain. the first salty taste got on your tongue and you immediately moaned sending vibrations down his spine. he pushed a bit deeper and you felt him throb already he's definitely close already from the jerking. the second thrust gagged you when he went past your throat. fuckkk 2 more times im gonna pull out baby. your heart dropped you wanted to help him, you wanted to swallow his cum so you swallow his dick 3 more times and you held on his waist until your nose touched his abs so he couldn't pull out.

warm cum spurted out from his cute angry tip and immediately swallowed. he came so much you had to hold your breath for almost a minute. you pulled off from him to see a thick mix of saliva and cum string from your tongue and his tip. you did so good-mmph. he got down on his knees and kissed you deeply tasting you and him in your tongue. thank you so much baby, after our shift ends i'll take you home and you can scream my name as loud as you want.

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months

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Hello! I loved your platonic headcanons for one piece so much! So comforting! If it's no trouble, may I ask the rest of the strawhats too? Only if you're comfortable, of course! 🩷

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I am currently up to episode 451 (Impel Down) of One Piece so please keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like the headcanons!

Platonic headcanons on Usopp and Brook can be found here!

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Jinbe x gn! Reader (separate and platonic)

I hope you’re an energetic person because with Luffy as your friend, there’s never going to be another peaceful moment. He’s always dragging you and all of the other Straw Hats into an adventure.

Speaking of energy, he’s got a lot to spend so you can expect him to ask you to fight or play with him a lot. The same way he’s always playing with Chopper and Usopp, you’re now included in the mix.

Gives surprisingly good advice at the least expected moments. You could be sitting quietly and suddenly, he’ll run over to you and provide you with a profound and perfect solution to a problem you mentioned to him two days ago.

However, don’t expect him to have good answers for everything. Sometimes, the best he can offer is “maybe you should have something to eat?” And that’s okay, duality is something you learn to expect if you’re friends with Luffy.

I feel like Luffy is the kind of person to share clothes platonically. Not his hat of course (unless it’s a special/rare occasion) but his shorts and vests are up for grabs. He just thinks it’s cool being able to swap clothes with his friends.

Definitely the kind of friend to give you a huge hug after you’ve been apart. Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you can still count on a tight embrace when you reunite. He just misses his friends when they’re not around.

This guy will give you the most insane presents you’ve ever received. Whether it’s a shiny rock, a marine’s hat, or a bug he picked up, you never know what you’ll be handed next. Best not to ask where he got things from though…

That one friend you can’t take anywhere without being prepared for anything that might happen. A simple dinner? You’re going to have to be prepared to run when no one can pay for the amount he ate. A walk along the beach? Now he’s fighting the seagulls. It’s always an adventure.

Nap buddies. No elaboration needed. If you enjoy taking naps, wherever Zoro is is the best place to be. Luffy usually leaves him alone when he’s resting so that means you’re likely to be left alone as well.

He’s also the perfect person to train with. He’s got an insane workout regime so don’t even try to keep up with him but being in his presence is a good motivation to try harder.

Speaking of, he’s a lot like Luffy in that he’s very motivational. However, unlike his captain, he’s a quiet inspiration. He might not say it often but if you ever get a few words of praise from Zoro, take that to heart. He really means it.

Says the most out of pocket things sometimes. He won’t even react to it. One minute you could be relaxing together, the next he’ll say something like “hey, have you ever smelt your own burning flesh?” and never elaborate.

At the same time, he’s also that one friend that, while he doesnt say much, when he does speak, it’s either really profound or stupidly funny. There’s no inbetween.

I feel like Zoro’s weirdly good at noticing when people close to him have habits that harm them in some way like biting your fingernails or chewing your lip. He’s also good at pointing out when you’re doing something like that so you can stop.

Amazing at keeping secrets, if only because he usually forgets he’s meant to keep whatever it is secret and just assumes everyone else knows so there’s no need to talk about it.

In the same vein, Zoro will remember the most obscure details about you. You could tell him there’s a spot on your back that burns in the sun easier than everywhere else and a year later, he’ll remind you to cover up that spot when you dock on an island.

The single best person to go clothes shopping with. She’s got an eye for fashion like no other and will always give you honest feedback on any clothes you try on. Just be warned that she’s not paying for your clothes. That’s on you.

Oh my goodness, a second hand shopping queen! She knows all the best places to get good quality and high end clothes for discount prices. It's great going shopping with her.

Despite Sanji being the cook, I feel like Nami’s decently good at baking. She’s got a bit of a sweet tooth in my mind so, as a result, she knows how to make sweet stuff.

That one friend who is brutally honest with everyone, regardless of whether she knows them or not.

Following on from that last headcanon, you might have to bail her out a lot. She has a tendency to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get in trouble. Good thing she’s got her friends for backup.

I feel like Nami has a habit of getting absorbed in her work and forgets to take breaks. If you want to help out, set up your work station next to hers and remind her to take a break whenever you do.

Really good with makeup and especially doing makeup and face care routines on others. If you need somewhere with your eyeliner or just want to have a spa day, Nami's your girl.

I feel like Nami would enjoy making jewellery from the treasure she finds. It increases the price if and when she decides to sell so it's a win-win. If you've very lucky, she might even gift you some jewellery she's made.

Feeling homesick? No need to worry, Sanji’s on the case. He’s somehow got a cookbook from your hometown or island full of things to make that taste like home for you.

Always doing little touch ups to your appearance, whether it’s adjusting your collar or tucking your hair back. Of course, he’ll always get the go ahead from you first.

Super empathetic. Somehow, he always knows how you’re feeling and will do his best to help you feel better.

However, just because he knows how you’re feeling, that doesn’t mean he always knows how to help. He’s good with comforting people generally but when it comes to something more nuanced, he can struggle at times due to not having much comfort in his life.

Speaking of comfort, he’s that one friend that always checks in with others but is super out of touch with his own feelings and health. Keep and eye on him in return and he’ll be very grateful.

If you like reading or writing, Sanji will ask you to help him make a cookbook or two. He really wants to compile all of his favourite dishes and figures the best way to do that is by making a book. He's just not sure how to go about it and would be grateful for any help you can provide.

He really loves spending quiet time with his friends one on one. Life with the Straw Hat's can be chaotic and loud at best so it's nice being able to relax in companionable silence for a change.

His love of gossip is only rivalled by Nami's. It's something he picked up from the Baratie and he loves being able to share lots of juicy stories with you.

Definitely the mum friend. Some might say it’s Robin but I think it would be Chopper. He’s always keeping an eye on everyone and trying to keep them out of harm’s way as much as possible.

However, this doesn’t mean he’s not a very chaotic influence as well. Once he lets go of his doctor’s instincts, he’s roughhousing right alongside Luffy and Usopp.

This one is more for the readers who experience periods or menstrual pain but if you ever have cramps, he’ll curl up into a ball that you can press to wherever it hurts. This goes for back pain as well if period pain isn’t an issue for you.

Speaking of back pain, Chopper is amazing at giving massages. You might not think it with his hooves but he’s light enough that he can stand on you in one of his smaller forms and really work out any kinks in your back.

I feel like Chopper does have the bad habit of giving unprompted diagnoses and can be a bit naggy regarding healthy living. It’s just because he cares though.

The fastest way to find out if Chopper considers you a close friend is if he asks you to tell him stories. It doesn't matter if they're exciting or not, he'll listen attentively because you're the one telling it.

Love, love, loves doodling on his friends hands and arms. He claims it's so he can practise marking skin for surgeries but he really just likes seeing a visible sign of the fact that he has friends.

Will use you as a reason to get sweet treats, especially if you like sweet stuff as well. Otherwise, he'll use the excuse that “it's a hot day and you've been really active so you should have something to make sure your blood sugar isn't too low, I'll have something too to keep you company!”

Robin is definitely that friend who will make a comment about getting rid of anyone who annoys you that you’re not sure is a joke or not. She does mean well, she just has a…unique way of expressing it.

In the same manner, she knows so many facts, both relevant and completely obscure, that you’ll never have to look far for information.

This sort of follows on from my headcanon about Chopper’s role as the mom friend: Robin is the cool wine aunt. Sure, she cares about her friends deeply, but she’s happy to take a backseat and watch the chaos unfold rather than try and prevent it.

Definitely a daydreamer. She’ll often gaze off into the distance while sailing between islands, clearly lost in thought.

Robin likes memes, especially dark humour ones or ones that Facebook mums would post. That's just the sort of thing she likes and if you're her friend, you'll be shown all of those memes.

I feel like she has a collection of weapons from different cultures stashed away somewhere. If you ask to borrow something, she'll be more than happy to show you how to use it most effectively.

The most responsible driver and happy to drive you wherever you need to go. However, she will be assertive when the traffic's particularly bad so hang onto your seats and buckle up!

I feel like Robin is good at sketching things quickly and accurately. She has a good eye for detail and, if you ask her to draw something, she'll pull together a drawing in a matter of minutes.

Need anything made for you? Franky’s the man for the job. No questions asked (other than what’s necessary of course) and he’ll work tirelessly until it’s perfect. There might be some interesting design choices though.

I think if you’re a creative minded person or have a talent for designing things, Franky would value your input in his designs.

One of the most chill people to hang out with one on one if you’re not super chaotic like Luffy. He’s very adaptable when it comes to his energy levels and will match the mood of the room.

Franky would absolutely be a theatre fan. While that might seem out there, it just makes sense. He’s already got a flair for theatrics and music so it would be right up his alley.

He’s a great listener. If you’ve got ideas or just need to talk through, he’s a good sounding board. He’ll also do his best to give feedback or advice where it’s required.

Franky is weird through proxy. Hanging out with Robin a lot does that to anyone so if you have strange hobbies or interests, you'll hear no judgement from him!

Following on from my headcanon that he'd make things for you, if you like collecting things or cosplaying, or just need props for something, this is the guy to ask. He'll get a few reference pictures and make an amazing replica for you.

Franky has a knack for photography. He's not really sure how he acquired this skill but he's certainly not complaining. If you ever want some “professional” photos done, just ask him and he'll be more than happy to help.

Jinbe loves talking about books. If you're a fan of reading or just want to listen to him ramble for once, bring up books and you're set.

Jinbe plays golf. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. He knows it’s not everyone’s thing but he’d enjoy it if you tagged along for a game every once in a while.

He enjoys carrying his friends around and giving them piggy-back rides. He’s got the height and strength advantage, and it makes him feel like even more of an unofficial dad than he already is.

Prone to spouting quotes or sayings from ancient generals and philosophers at random moments. They’re always relevant to what you’re saying or doing though so that’s something.

In the same manner, he’s always got motivational posters laying around. You know those cat ones that way things like “hang in there” and “believe”. If you ever want some for yourself, he’ll happily help you pick out the perfect (purrr-fect) one.

Jinbe’s very good at giving advice. Unlike Luffy who gives good advice sporadically, Jinbe’s a lot more reliable. He’s got a lot of life experience to draw from.

He does, however, try to fix everyone’s problems for them, even if they don’t ask for help first. He only has your best intentions at heart but if you’d rather just talk things out or deal with things on your own, you’ll have to tell him that.

Always checks in on you before bed. It’s his way of making sure everyone he cares about is safe. If you want him to join you in your nighttime routine, whatever that may be, he’ll be more than happy to spend the time with you.

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Ok I'm sorry but I need to get this off my chest

Imagine reader (whoes not a tiefling) would do pigtails or like put their hair up on each side for one of the tieflings to pull at while giving them head

Because I mean whenever they would give reader head, they're gonna pull their horns so it would be only fair right?

I'm sorry but this thought just won't leave my head aaaaaaaaa

Gotta admit Anon, this idea lived rent free in the back of my mind for a little bit while I mulled over what I thought each character would be like. I hope this helps the thought get out of your head or maybe just make it worse :)

TW: NSFW under cut, minor bondage, student/teacher roleplay, rough oral sex (M recieving)

Nsfw headcanons of the bachelors partner wearing pigtails

Dammon

Surprise him by telling the tiefling to pull your hair

He'll be over the moon with the idea

Dammon already loves when you go down on him, giving him full permission to tug your hair makes it even better

I feel like Dammons a pigtail braids kinda guy

Do your hair in french braids or similar and lay them over your chest if you can

Something about the artistry of braids just attracts the blacksmith

I feel like Dammon would combine this with a decorative rope bondage like shibari, he loves seeing you all done up for him

"Look at you, darling. Always so pretty for me."

He loves the feel of pulling your mouth further down his cock, the sense of control is a real turn on

Dammon is definitely partial to cumming on your chest in situations like this, the sight alone is hot enough he's already wanting more

Zevlor

Zevlor is pleasantly surprised by the idea

He loves when you pull on his horns in bed, so when you suggest he pull on your pigtails he's more than willing to try it

You'll need to encourage him to pull harder if you want something more than a light pull, though

Once you two find a happy medium, it quickly becomes a favourite of his

The feeling of your mouth on him with your hair held firm in his calloused hands

Zevlor will stroke your head too when you come up for air

"Beautiful... You always make me feel so good."

The way he keeps his eyes trained on you even if he's groaning and his hips are shifting under you hands

He'll cum wherever you prefer, but I think he's got a hidden preference for you opening your mouth so he can cum on your tongue and mouth

It's the right level of messy without Zevlor considering it degrading

Rolan

Rolan is absolutely ready to go

He already thinks pigtails are hot on you, but telling him to pull on them too?

If you really want to kill him, wear a wizards apprentice robes and roleplay as his 'student', he might just pass away

If you're okay with it, he's the type to pull your hair so you're deep throating him

Rolan gives Dammon a run for his money as the kinkiest tiefling

Honestly, I feel like Rolan would be extra turned on if you're all teary as he tugs your hair

He wraps your hair around his fingers for a better grip

You can't shut him up either, he's either moaning, whining, or telling you how good you look

"Well, aren't you right at home on your knees? What a good little student, sucking off your teacher for better marks."

He loves loves loves to cum down your throat and see you swallow, it sets off something primal in Rolan

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ohworm-writes · 1 year

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Hi! I'm sorry if you're not doing requests, but if you are, I full heartedly believe that, in private, schlatt loves to just hold you and cuddle. He had a bad day? His head is on your chest for or nuzzle into your neck. Watching a movie? He has you on his lap or pulled tightly next to him, jambo snuggling in. I just need someone to bring this to life so I can read it over and over 😤🥺

◧▥—JSCHLATT AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION—▥◨

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None!

Synopsis: A simple assortment of headcanons related comprising of Schlatt’s views of physical affection and his love for cuddles.

Word Count: 0.9k

Author’s Note: Sorry, I’m just so mentally I’ll when it comes to him. I love him with everything in me and this ask has been rolling around in my brain for months but I had no clue on how to approach it. Hope you enjoy this anon. 🫶❤️ This kind of sucks though, sorry.

Schlatt does not enjoy public displays of affection whatsoever.

He gets severely uncomfortable whenever he sees couples out in public with their hands all over each because, while it may be sweet, those acts are better left private.

And even in his own relationship, he’s extremely hesitant. The most you’ll get is a hand on the small of your back or something of the like. A touch that appears to be platonic while it may have romantic intention.

However, this being said: whenever he’s in the comfort of his own home or, even generally speaking, in a private space, he’s much more comfortable and willing to indulge in acts like these.

He loves pressing soft kisses to your forehead and trailing his fingers along your skin. All of these are acts of physical affection that he adores.

But above all? He absolutely loves cuddling with his partner.

While his hands and feet may be naturally cooler, this man runs like a furnace. He’s a space heater, through and through.

But trailing back, he adores laying in bed with you, his loving partner, arms wrapped around you with his face pressed into your chest. He’ll lay there for hours, not a care in the world about what may be happening elsewhere or anything of the like, solely and simply focused on the way your body feels when it breathes. The rise and slow fall of your chest. The soft breaths you exhale. All of it.

Or, what about resting his head on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind? Breathing in and exhaling slowly as he relaxes into you, body like putty against your back. He’ll interlock his fingers together with yours, holding them towards your stomach as he stands and sways in silence with you.

Or even acts as mundane as watching television or movies! He’ll have an arm wrapped around your center as you lay with your back pressed against his stomach, the back of your head to his chest. His free hand would trail featherlight designs against your skin, swirls and lines and shapes in every design.

And of course, we can’t forget Jambo. That precious boy is a lovebug as well. He’s constantly rubbing against your legs and body wherever you are, insisting on laying in your lap or on your chest or something of the like.

Schlatt gets jealous at times, but he’d never admit that. Him? Jealous of his own feline companion snuggling up with his partner? (Okay, maybe, but he’d never admit that).

Picture this:

You would be silently sitting at your desk, body hunched over the edge with one arm propping up your head as you try desperately to focus on paperwork, eyes shifting in and out of focus. Your breath would come out slow, calm, and there would be music playing and ringing through your ears, the melodies working to keep you attention on the task at hand.

Schlatt would be caught up in a similar situation, leaning over his desk as he types out on his computer the script for a new video he has planned. And he’d be so bored, so out of it that he can’t will himself to concentrate anymore. You both would have been at your respective tasks for hours, in the same room no less, and he’d grow sick of it.

So, what would he do? He would take off his headphones, carefully placing them down on his desk as he would push his chair out and stand up. He would carefully walk over to you, having your back turned to him as he approaches. And while you can feel his heavy footsteps rumble behind you, you’re so focused on trying to focus that you can’t really will yourself to care.

And he would just, ever so carefully, place his head between the crook of your neck, eyes trained on the way your hands write out a few words before crossing them out a few moments later. He would bring his arms to hook together in front of your stomach, pressing his body against the chair and slumping over you. He would turn his head downwards and press a kiss to your skin before letting his eyes shift back up to look at your work.

And he would just tell you to give it a rest, to come and lay down with him because he can’t stand this situation anymore. And don’t you dare try to deny him, because he will pick you up if that’s what it takes.

He’d lead you to bed, arms still wrapped around you and on you, and he’d maneuver himself so that you both would be laying on your sides. You would have him, head below his chin with your arms wrapped around each other and legs slotted against one another. He’d press one hand to your back, rubbing up and down every so often, with the other trailing doodles against the plush skin of your thigh.

And the scene is so peaceful, so full of love that he gets lost in it.

Who said that, that’s crazy. Certainly not me-

But in all seriousness, he’s so touchy in private, but only in private. He still hates showing public affection, but in private he’s all for it.

And although he never asks directly, it’s almost like you can tell whenever he wants or needs to be held close. Pure expression of love that it hurts.

He’s rude and mean, obviously. And that’s how he shows love. But sometimes, all he needs is to hold his partner close, press innocent kisses against them as he murmurs about something that doesn’t matter.

Because that’s what peace is. And he loves every second of it.

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deathbxnny · 10 months

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Astral Express crew with kind and warm healer reader? They spoil everyone, always offer support and are a worrywart if anyone gets hurt

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you for the cute request! It's so adorable!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationships, something wholesome for once, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng really needs someone to take care of him sometimes, even if he denies it. You're so kind and gentle to him, that he is unsure at first on how to react to this sudden surge of love and affection. But he doesn't mind it either. In fact, he secretly craves it.

He finds himself flustering and seeking out your warmth often, when he's around you. He's surprised at how much he enjoys you spoiling him and often wonders how you are able to make him feel so many warm feelings at once.

He tries not to make you worry about him though, by hiding his injuries or bruises. He knows how you get about them and seeing you frown nearly hurts more than the injuries themselves. And he also doesn't want to get scolded by you.

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》Himeko

Himeko finds your caring and kind self way too adorable and often dotes on you back as a thank you. She worries about you often herself, so it honestly becomes a little competition between you too. But alas, she loves the attention you give her and even goes as far as demanding it from you at times.

She loves it, when you spoil her with love and affection, especially after very long and hard work days. Being the Head of the Astral Express is very difficult after all, so she'll let you pamper and praise her to your hearts content on any day.

Himeko immediately comes to you when she's injured or bruised. She might even make a bigger deal out of it, if it gets her more attention from you. Even if it's just a light hearted scolding, that she will just smile and chuckle to.

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》Welt Yang

Welt has a tendency to overwork himself unknowingly and for very long hours at that, which makes you often follow him around and nag him about taking a break. He'll tell you that he's nearly done, even though it's been the 5th time he's said that over 2 hours. So that usually ends with you forcing him to take a break, by tempting him with your irresistible warmth and affection. And who is he to say no to you?

With that said, he'll often thank you for your support and love by spoiling you back and making sure you also take breaks with him. He secretly enjoys you worrying about him, although he makes sure it's never about anything too serious.

He only trusts you to treat his injuries and listens to any scoldings you give him with a guilty smile. He'll promise to keep himself out of trouble next time, but knowing who his partners on missions usually are, it's inevitable that trouble will find him anyways.

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》March 7th

It's honestly a miracle, that she hasn't given you a heart attack yet, even if she has gotten close to doing so plenty of times. The amount of worried scolding she gets from you is also astronomical, but she always swears up and down, that she isn't doing it on purpose.

You often find yourself worrying about her on missions, as she tends to get in trouble all the time, much to your dismay. Trouble seems to find her wherever she went after all. So she's thankful whenever you give her love and attention after hard missions. Especially when you spoil her with it, even when she feels like she doesn't deserve it.

She gets a little hesitant about showing you her injuries, because she knows how worried you are all the time. But she also doesn't want to worry you any further, which is why she'll accept any scoldings you give her with a determined look and pre-prepared apology.

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A/N: I hope this was okay and coherent! Thank you again for the cute request!<33

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keirawantstocry · 2 months

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Hi im Back, 💋anon ,once again to inhabit your inbox Forever. I would like to say Yes Thank You Your So so so so good at writing. AHHHHH. I fully believe tubbo needs to be covered in blood on at least a bi-weekly basis. Once again, All The Kisses, we can also throw in a lil stabbin as a treat since you seemed to enjoy the killing (im tired tho so not Too Much)

Soooooooo, as the prompt, tubbo just sleeps, Everywhere, since dying. Hes just tired All The Time. the choco/horse pit, the wither skelly farm, spawn, On Top of Fit (and or others) but just like, On His Shoulders. Fit is Unbothered and keeps going like nothings changed.

Hope you have a good day! (glad you enjoyed the "kill me" part :> , and also that you Do Not Care how long these get, thats gen comfortin, I have Issues <3)

Hehehe kisses and stabbing? You spoil me hehe. and thank you so much <3 (i get it darling dw i dont mind how long or short these are <3)

They weren’t quite sure what to expect at first after Tubbo’s revival. Fit wasn't surprised about the aggression. Not in the slightest. After his very first experience with the respawning mechanics he woke up quite angry as well. But after the anger came… exhaustion.

Fit found him multiple times at spawn, at farms, dead asleep. He shook him awake every time.

“You can't be here. Just dangerous for you to be sleeping everywhere.”

Tubbo squinted at him, eyes half opened. “I'm tireddd,” he whined, slumping back over.

Fit sighed, before wrapping his arms around the boy's body and lifting him up. Tubbo dropped his head against Fit's chest and relaxed into him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “This feels better than the floor.”

“No shit,” Fit snorted. “Sleep okay?” Without another word, Tubbo's eyes slipped shut. Within a few minutes, even with the shuffling of Fit's movements, Tubbo was snoring softly.

It became routine to see them together. Fit working away at whatever he had to do, while Tubbo lay slumped over on his shoulder sleeping peacefully. Pac loved it. He would smile so gently at the both of them while prattling on about ideas he had for the house.

“Fitch, it's smart! We can build him a room with us, yeah? That would solve the problem of him just sleeping wherever he pleases. You can still carry him around but if you're ever tired then you can just sleep in the bed with him.”

Fit paused. “That is pretty smart.”

Pac grinned. “I know, I know.” He sprung up. “Let's build it now! A surprise for him when he wakes up.”

They finished it long before he worked up. Man, could that dude sleep.

When he finally awoke it was tight arms in a bed he didn't recognize. Blinking a few times he looked around the room. There above the bed was Pac, who smiled at him. “Hey sleepy head.”

“Hey,” Tubbo said softly, voice hoarse. He shifted his head to look at who was holding him and wasn't surprised to see Fit, dead asleep. “Where am I?”

“Our house,” Pac explained, sitting down on the bed next to him. “We build you a room that we can take you to when you're close to falling asleep places.”

Tubbo blinked slowly at him as his exhaustion began to creep into his mind once again. “Okay,” he muttered before holding out his arms. “C'mere. Cold.”

Pac laughed before obliging and curling up next to him, letting Tubbo wrap around him like a monkey. Pac fell asleep soon after joining Fit in slumber while Tubbo just relaxed in between them. For once he felt safe and warm. Warm in a way that transcended the cloudy warmth of dreams. He didn't sleep but by the time they did he felt truly rested for the first time since his revival.

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moodywyrm · 11 months

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been thinking about hugs from behind with abby. like her wrapping you up after patrol (or practice if we’re talking abt college! abby) leaning in and kissing you i’ll explode rn.

can i also be 🐥 anon?

need this one rn bc my brain is so stuck on blushy sweet Abby Anderson ,,,, jj and I have been having a moment it's okay. also of course! welcome to club baby!

thinking about Abby coming home from patrol. It wasn't even an especially bad patrol, but she felt like it dragged on forever. The reason? She missed her girl, bad. It literally felt like her chest was trying to combust, and the only thing that would stop it would be a hug from you.

The second she checks her gear back in, she's speed-walking through the stadium, giving people half-hearted 'hey's when they try to talk to her. She's a woman on a mission, nearly crashing into walls and any people in her way.

Abby literally skids into the library, eyes locking onto you like a heat-seeking missile. You're standing with your back to the door, shelving a new shipment of books that Abby had gotten for you a few days before. She almost whines when she sees you, every ounce of clinginess building in her. She makes her way to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into her.

"AH- Oh shit, hi baby, had me scared for second," You laugh, relaxing into her arms after nearly jumping out of them. Abby whines, pressing a kiss to your neck when you start rubbing at her forearms.

"Sorry sweet girl, just missed you," She mumbles, pressing kisses wherever she can and tightening her arms around you. The loose hairs of her braid tickle your skin, causing you to squirm in her arms.

You melt at how affectionate she's being, grabbing one of her hands and intertwining your fingers. "Mm, I missed you too baby. My shifts almost over, how about you go shower and wait for me in the room?"

This was, clearly, not the correct response, because Abby immediately tightens her hold, huffing into your neck. Her hands grip at you even tighter, blunt nails pressing into you.

"No, I wanna stay with you, if that's alright. Maybe we can shower together after?" And she just sounds so needy and her touch is so warm, how could you ever disagree?

"You got it, baby, now do you wanna keep hugging me or are you okay with sitting at the counter while I work?"

Abby almost whines, but realistically she knows if she lets you finish your work then you can get to the shower faster. She mumbles a lil 'counter' before letting go, spinning you around and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, before making her way to the counter.

You get back to work, trying to speed through the last few books, your own neediness now growing at the way Abby sits at the counter, head resting on her crossed arms as she stares at you with the biggest heart eyes you've ever seen.

Needless to say, the second you signed out, Abby was dragging you out of the library and back to the showers, hoping – for everyone else's sake – it was empty.

I,,,,, don't know what this is, not even edits could fix it ,,,,

#🐥 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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kaeyas-beloved · 10 months

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Saw the post w/ the prompt list and you said is open

If you don't mind, can you do 🥘 w/ Dazai from BSD?

(hope I did this right)

I don't mind at all Anon! (and no worries, you did it right <3)

CWs: gn!reader, petnames (dear), maybe a little ooc Dazai

Acts of service prompts: open!

[ 🥘 ] - having dinner ready for them when they arrive home

It wasn't rare for your boyfriend to greet you at the door the moment you get home, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. It was rare, however, for the man to greet you in the form of standing in front of you, hands folded behind his back. You stop midway on taking your shoes off, making sure to give him a glare that conveys your suspicion. "What did you do Osamu?"

"Im just greeting you, as always," comes his 'innocent' reply. His little smile that was meant to sell the idea that nothing out of the ordinary was going on did, in fact, not help his case at all. If anything, it just dug him further into whatever hole he's got himself into. You just hope there’s no actual holes involved.

For the next handful of seconds that passed you kept your gaze trained on him, analyzing all you could. There were no new injuries on his person (thank god), he didn't smell of river water or trash (thank god again) and, while he was smiling, it wasn't one that had sinister undertones. What the hell could it be then? "Don't lie to my face, what did you do?"

"I'm wounded dear. Do you really not trust me?"

"No." Yes, you actually think, but it's okay to tease him every now and then. Besides, you know that he knows you trust him with all that you are. "Either admit to your crimes dear or I'm walking out this door and having dinner with Yosano instead."

And he laughs - head thrown back and shoulders shaking as if you’ve said the funniest thing in the world. You didn't know what to expect from your empty threat, but it certainly wasn't to be blessed by the sounds of his merriment, "I was right, you are cute when you're mad." You’re truly dumbfounded but its admittedly difficult to suppress a smile of your own.

You goof, "is that what this is about? You wanted to see me mad?" you ask, resuming taking off your shoes and coat.

"No," he says, grabbing your hand the moment it’s unoccupied and encasing it in his, "I actually wanted to show you something." Oh god… spoke too soon.

Sighing, you nod in the direction of further into the house, letting him drag you to wherever it is this surprise is waiting. And a surprise it sure is.

How'd he know? When the hell did you ever say that this was your favourite? "I asked our friends if you're wondering." He really must’ve if he was able to lay out a dinner that’s exactly to your tastes. It appears freshly put out too, like he just finished pouring the last glass before you walked through the door.

You’re about to melt into a puddle of goo, embrace him and place kiss after kiss on his face when a devious idea entered your thoughts. Crossing your arms, you smirk and close your eyes, aiming for an expression between smug and smartass, “and you didn’t burn down the place? I’m shocked Osamu.”

Immediately a newfound weight bogs down your shoulder, your lover leaning himself on you, “I’m hurt! What makes you think I didn’t know how to do such a simple task like cook?” You don’t see it - you’re too busy trying to keep yourself from falling over - but he has the back of his hand pressed against his forehead, one eye closed and the other peeking towards you to catch your expression.

“Oh, I don’t know Osamu, maybe because when I first met you you smelled like a rotting corpse and when I first went to your house your dishes were staked in the sink.”

“I was going to do them later that day!” Having enough of being made fun of, Dazai reaches towards your unprotected sides, you unaware of the onslaught of torture you’re about to receive. “Besides, that didn’t stop you from loving me did it?”

“No, I suppose nOAAHHT!?” Twisting in his hold, you begin your perilous fight for air, but your lover is ruthless, not letting you go for a second. You end up bumping into the table and the chairs a few times, rattling the dishes on top. Ordinarily you’d be worried about them falling and breaking but right now you’re having too much fun with the silly man you fell in love with.

Then it happened. Looking down you find that your hand has landed right in the middle of one of the dishes. All playfulness stopped for a breath, both of you frozen as you just stood and stared… before bursting into fits of giggles, straightening up from the hunched over position you found yourselves in.

“How does this sound,” you pat at his arm, them still encircling your form, “you let me wash up and we can eat the no doubt yummy food you’ve made.”

“Fine by me,” he lets you step out of his hold, watching as you turn to leave only to stop a second after.

“Oh, and Osamu?” The man hums then makes a noise of surprise when you pull him closer, placing a kiss on his lips. Easily he kisses back, and as you pull away you drop your voice to a whisper, “thank you for making dinner, I had a rough day today, so this was really nice to come home to.”

Kissing him one last time you back up and turn to walk towards the bathroom again, leaving a smiling Osamu Dazai in the middle of the kitchen.

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misc-obeyme · 11 months

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This is kinda inspired by the throwing people around request but a platonic mc who likes carrying the characters on their backs and running in a hurry

Hi there, anon!

Okay, this was fun to write, so thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

platonic GN!MC carries the characters on their back

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Lucifer

Everybody knows that Lucifer likes to indulge you… but there are limits to this. Absolutely will not allow you to carry him on your back if you just ask. So if this is going to happen, you have to be sneaky about it and pounce when he’s not paying attention.

Protests and threatens you the whole time. It is in your best interest to put him down, MC. Don’t think you won’t have to answer for this later. Depending on where you’re going, you might be able to distract him into forgetting the whole thing.

Wants to cling to you because the ride is bumpy, but his dignity is already suffering enough. Settles for keeping his hands on your shoulders and grimacing. Sends deathly glares at anyone who looks at him. Tries to get you to slow down. Do you really need to run to wherever you’re taking him? Might get a little queasy if jostled too much. His pride is shattered.

This is likely a one time event. Won’t let you sneak up on him again. Watches you carefully if you look like you’re scheming to do it. Despite all this, he’s actually rather impressed that you managed to do it at all.

Mammon

If you ask him outright, he’ll say yes but he’ll be like fiiine if it’ll make ya happy, human. This is a front. He’s secretly thrilled. Go ahead and surprise him sometimes, too. He will protest, but everyone can tell it's all a performance on his part.

Won’t be able to hold in his excitement once you get going. Keeps one arm loose around your neck to hold on. If you start running full tilt he’s gonna let out a whoop and pump his fist in the air. Look at you go! If you falter a little his grip will tighten as he’s momentarily afraid for his own safety. Passersby are startled and have to dodge out of the way.

If you really trip somehow, he will shift into demon form so he can use his wings to catch you. Carries you to safety and then tells you to be more careful. Suggests the two of you walk the rest of the way, but you might be able to convince him that you're fine. He just doesn't want you to get hurt.

Accepts more readily from then on any time you offer. You clearly enjoy doing this and he thinks it’s pretty fun too. Especially enjoys short jaunts between classes. People get used to seeing you guys running around RAD.

Leviathan

Nervous about this idea. He’ll say yes but he’s not confident that it’s going to go well. You might want to surprise him into it anyway because that would certainly be more entertaining.

Either way, he’s yelling the whole time. Watch out for that tree, MC! Can’t you slow down a little?! Clings to you with both arms. If things get really bumpy, he’ll whip out his tail and curl it around you too. He will settle down eventually, but it's going to take some time.

If you do this frequently enough, he’ll get used to it. When he realizes you’re somehow perfectly capable of carrying him and running around without anything bad happening, he’s going to be more likely to let you do it.

At some point he’ll get comfortable enough to let go of you and play some game on a handheld device. If it’s going to be a longer ride, he will definitely settle in like this. Then when you get to your destination, you’ll have to dislodge him yourself as he won’t stop playing to get down.

Satan

Your request confuses him. He might say yes, but he's more likely to say no. He has his pride, too, you know. If you say he sounds like Lucifer, he'll accept immediately. Still, you might have to do a sneak attack depending on his mood.

Not concerned about the bumpiness, so doesn’t cling to you. Tries not to move too much so it’s easier for you. Keeps his hands on your shoulders. He is a backseat driver. Tells you where to go and what to do. Take a left here, MC. Why would you go that way? Are you trying to get lost?

Road rage. If anybody even thinks about getting in your way or commenting on how weird you guys look, he will be yelling at them from your back. Might even get into demon form if he gets pissed off enough. Goes from peaceful helpful passenger to yelling chaos in zero seconds.

He will let you do it again from time to time, but after the first time he gets angry, you might decide to let him walk himself. Your ears are still ringing.

Asmodeus

Accepts immediately. While he’d be happier if he was being carried around in a more glamorous position, he’s still perfectly thrilled that you’re carrying him around at all. So he won’t argue just gets on.

Trusts you completely. Doesn’t feel the need to cling to you, but he might anyway. Perfectly happy to wrap his arms around your neck. Might also just start doing your hair while he's there. Can't stop touching you. Probably pokes your cheeks. He might take the chance to check his reflection in a compact and fix up his makeup if needed.

Waves like a beauty queen at passersby. Blows kisses and winks at them. Everyone you pass gets flustered either by seeing you run by with Asmo on your back or by being on the receiving end of Asmo’s flirting. Most likely it's both.

Thank you so much for carrying him like that, hon! You’ve made his day. He’s going to want you to do this for him all the time. Will ask you to take him everywhere.

Beelzebub

Huh? Are you sure you don't want him to carry you? He doesn't want to crush you. If you're very insistent, he'll eventually let you try, but he's worried about your ability to hold him up. If it turns out that you are in fact strong enough to do this, you are going to amaze him.

He's too in shock to worry about being bumped around while you run. He's gonna hold on tight, though. Wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on the top of your head.

Where are you taking him, MC? He's okay with going wherever as long as there's food. You can't go too far before he gets hungry again. Really make his day by taking him through a drive thru. They might not take walk ups normally, but if they hear that you've got Beel with you, they'll make an exception. They'd be crazy to turn away the Avatar of Gluttony, after all.

He will want to carry you, too. Take turns with him. Next time he's going to take you wherever you want to go. He's certainly impressed that you're strong enough to carry him at all. So he'll let you do it more than once, but only if you trade off.

Belphegor

Yes. Please carry him. Doesn't protest at all. Clearly wants you to carry him. If it means he doesn't have to use his own legs, then absolutely, he's ready to go. Take him wherever you like.

Not at all concerned about how bumpy the ride is. Doesn't really cling to you, but does get comfortable on your back, head resting on your shoulder. Falls asleep. Of course Belphie's going to take a nap while you transport him wherever you're going. It's the perfect opportunity to get a little more sleep in.

Doesn't care where you go. Doesn't care how you get there. Happy to be carried by you to any location. Not only does he trust you, but he's thrilled about the chance for a nap. If you really jostle him, he might blink awake and tell you to slow down, but otherwise, he's ready to let you take the lead.

Will ask you to take him everywhere after the first time. You like carrying him, don't you, MC? He likes being carried. It's a win-win. Take him to his classes, carry him home from RAD, anywhere and everywhere if he gets to have a ride, he'll take it. If you say you're tired from carrying him around and running everywhere, he'll make you take a nap with him at your destination.

Diavolo

MC. MC! You can't imagine the turmoil he is going through when you ask him if you can carry him somewhere. He wants to accept SO BAD. But… his reputation… and also he's so big… surely you would not be able to do it… just thinking about the look Barbatos would give you makes you both shudder. Clearly the only solution is for you to do it without Diavolo knowing. Then you can get away with it because technically he didn't accept, did he?

If you're actually able to carry him, he's going to be so happy. He's amazed at your strength. He's also just having the time of his life. Carefully keeps his hands on your shoulders as you run around to wherever. Best to do it in the Demon Lord's Castle as you're less likely to run into anyone. Too many students at RAD.

He's thrilled. He's talking the whole time. Telling you how amazing this is, asking you if this is something humans often do, just generally enjoying himself. If you seem like you're getting lost in the castle halls, he will direct you, but otherwise just lets you go where you want.

He had a great time, but you probably shouldn't do this on a regular basis. Only at the castle and only if Barbatos or Lucifer aren't around. Otherwise you'll both get in trouble.

Barbatos

Another one who is going to be conflicted in his response. On the one hand, it's you and really what would the harm be? On the other hand, though, he is a butler and there is no doubt that being carried around on someone's back is rather undignified. Pester him enough and he'll give in, though. Very well, MC. You may take him somewhere close.

Acts like he's not nervous, but he is. Starts out with his hands on your shoulders, but if you pick up speed, he's going to lean forward and wrap his arms around you instead. It's bumpy and he can't help but feel uncertain about his position.

Also tries to duck down behind your head so as not to be identified by passersby. Considering how he would never allow Lord Diavolo to do anything like this, he feels like it's really not something he should be doing, either. It's a sign of his weakness for you that he allowed it at all.

Never lets you do it again. It was far too anxiety inducing. Instead, you must allow him to carry you. That seems just as improper to you, but he sees it as taking care of you. And this is something he's always ready to do.

Simeon

Well… if you really want to… why not? He's not overly concerned about it. He's going to do it if it's going to make you happy. Not exactly like yes please but also not completely opposed. He knows he'll look a little silly, but if it's something you like to do, he doesn't mind.

Curious about where you might take him. Gets comfy, wraps his arms loosely around your neck. Might have to gather up parts of his clothes as he has that drapey fabric and he doesn't want it dragging on the ground. Not concerned about bumpiness or how fast you're going. Doesn't matter where you take him.

Will watch out for obstacles, though. Directs you if needed, but otherwise leaves it to you. Observes everything that passes by. Will call out to people if he sees someone he knows. Waves at them and laughs as you run past.

Not going to ask you to do it again, but won't refuse if you say you want to. He finds it funny and is more than content with indulging you in this. Take him wherever you like, MC. He's just happy to be with you.

Solomon

Accepts immediately. Convinces everyone that this a well known human ritual. Only humans who are close enough will do this sort of thing for each other. Makes up some completely bogus history about humans carrying each other on their backs and running around. All the demons believe him. Humans sure are strange.

Hams it up. He's acting for an audience now. He has to deliver on his made up history. He's a little nervous about how bumpy it is, but acts like he's not. Keeps one arm loosely around your neck while waving at everybody with his other hand. Laughs happily as you run past.

Lets you go wherever you want. He actually doesn't mind this mode of transportation. He trusts you, so he just enjoys the ride while you go. Might also have to gather up the cloak to keep it from dragging. He doesn't want you trip on it or anything.

Kind of has to ask you to do it again now because of all that stuff he said. You'll carry him somewhere again, won't you, MC? He's grateful that you're willing to play along. The demons who actually know you guys (such as the brothers) know that he's full of it. The more trouble prone brothers will help spread the idea.

Luke

He is not a child! Don't you know this by now, MC?! Offended that you would even ask. You'll have to explain your reasoning. Once he realizes you just like doing it all the time for anybody, he'll grudgingly accept.

He's actually really happy because this is fun. You're running so fast! He has to hold onto his hat so it doesn't fall off. Clings to your neck with his other arm. Might tell you to slow down if he gets jostled too much.

Waves at people as you pass and yells to them if he knows them. Simeon! Look at him and MC! Has no idea where you're taking him, he's too thrilled to care. Will absolutely shout at you if he thinks you're about to hit something, though.

He'll be more likely to accept rides in the future. Might blushingly ask you for one, too. He can't help it, it was fun. But he doesn't want anyone to treat him like a kid, so he's a little embarrassed about asking outright. You just take it upon yourself to carry him around sometimes.

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betterfettered · 1 year

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You can do all the brothers if you want, but—

submissive / masochist fem!reader / gn!reader okay, too.

Belphegor who finds out you're into yandere content. Baby trapping. Breeding. You love hearing phrases like don't run away—it makes you weak in the knees. You wouldn't run, anyway. You love him. You love this; so sacred and final. The helplessness. The monopolization. Your own fragility is incredibly arousing to you. You love the possession. You're aroused by the jealousy.

Would love if he starts tame—he's trying to be careful. He doesn't want you to run. He doesn't want to scare you. But the moment he finds out you like that, he drops the game, and you knew—you sensed the depth, liked him because of it, even, and by God, but you're so into it. So shameless. So obsessed. You want endless. You want everything.

It's fine if he keeps you, right...?

Ah, anon, this is such a beautiful lead!!! chefs kiss. This fic may have gone a little off the rails hahaha I got so carried away by your idea! I hope you like it <3

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(violence against reader)(painful sex? IDK what else to call it lol)(Descriptions of sort of dom/sub relationships that are not safe, sane, or consensual. Do not try this at home kiddos.)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life. If you were to have a relationship with someone like this, they wouldn't be your dom, they would be an abuser.]

It bolstered Belphegor's delighting sense of control to think he was toying with only you, but in reality this was more like a war of attrition. Having taken your phone and gone through it, he knew that indulging in his strongest impulses would reward you: you liked when he followed you or demanded to know where you've been, that possessiveness was the only thing to make you feel really, truly wanted. As easy as that made things, it was not so fair to him. How much sense did it make for you to keep basking in his attention without realizing that you did not only want him, you needed him? The best way to do this was to, for now, deny you that attention. For the last four days, he had done just that and completely ignored you, even when you were sitting right next to him at a meal.

Regardless of what he'd like to believe, though, it was taking a toll on him, too. The obsession you craved didn't suddenly leave him when he decided to be strategic, and he felt as though he was going a little mad. Lucifer had noticed that he was slipping out of school in the middle of the day, and his scolding had turned into a huge argument when Lucifer chided his "laziness". This was the opposite of laziness: he was taking so much strain and distress on himself to make sure that you and he could have a healthy, loving relationship, and Lucifer was mad that it came at the expense of his skipping boring classes so he could lie in your bed and sniff your pillow? The oldest seemed to back off when he realized that he had somehow struck a hidden nerve, but it left Belphegor a little hysterical. Enough was enough - his entire body ached with longing, the knowledge that he could not be away any longer. He could not even sleep.

Perhaps, had he come back to you sooner, he would have been gentler with you.

Selfish fucking whore that you were, when he came into your room in the middle of the night, he found you lying in bed beside Mammon. He supposed you were trying to scrape up attention wherever you could find it. How lucky for you! He was plenty willing to scratch that itch.

He nestled his hand into your hair, twisted it up into a tight grip, and then yanked you out of Mammon's arms and onto the floor. You woke up instantly, your hands instinctively going to his wrists to try and pry him off, but his grip was unwavering. Undeterred by your whispering his name pleadingly, he dragged you towards the bathroom adjoined to your room. Past the threshold, he threw you to the ground and then slid the lock into place behind the both of you.

He paused a moment, and then knelt before you, grabbing the hem of your sleep shorts to tear them off unceremoniously, leaving you bare from the waist down.

"Look at you," he said through a smirk, a little breathlessly. "I can already see how much you like this."

"Belphe-"

"Shut up," he said, grabbing the collar of your shirt and tugging you upright. Then he sat back between his ankles. "Come sit on my lap."

You hesitated.

"Did you not hear me?"

You quickly obliged, positioning yourself onto his lap, and felt your heart starting to pound in your throat when you felt the bulge in his pants pressing up against your ass. Before you were even fully settled, he shoved his fingers into your mouth so forcefully that you gagged, your body curling away from his chest defensively. Still letting your hot saliva stream from your throat and down his knuckles, he gripped your hair in the other hand and lifted himself back onto his knees to shove you forwards into your bathtub. He only withdrew his fingers from your mouth when he had your face firmly shoved down into the porcelain; before you had a moment to catch your breath, he shoved the fingers inside of you, tugging them back and forth impatiently.

You'd gone silent, arousal building clandestine in the pit of your stomach as you tried to figure out what to do, but he did not give you long enough to decide. His hand slipped out of you one second, and then the very next you felt him shove his cock into you with just your spit as prep.

You wailed at the pain tearing through you, your hands scrambling to push you upright in vain, and he grabbed your hip with the hand that had just been inside of you, pinning you to the rim of the tub to try and keep you still. There was no easing you in, the was no consideration: every ounce of his longing and misery was driving how hard he fucked you, savoring ever last inch of your sex. Your protests soon broke down to sobs at the searing pain slicing in and out of you like a knife's edge.

"Please...stop...!"

"If you keep yelling like that, you're going to wake up Mammon, you know," he moans, barely audible over the sound of his thighs beating against yours and the garbled whimpers that made it past the hand you had clamped over your own mouth. "You want him to see you like this? Or are you hoping that he joins in, too?"

You tried to shake your head, but his hand was still holding your face flush to the base of the tub without leaving any room for motion. Your attention felt like it was leaving your body, the pain starting to feel distant and unreal, so he reached his hand around to the front of you, gentle fingers tracing out your arousal and making your hips buck against him. He started to sound a little more desperate himself, and the rhythm of your pain sped up, whiting out your vision despite how far away this all felt.

"I can't wait to tell everyone what a sick fuck you are," he panted, pitching forward so that he could press his nose into your hair.

"Getting off on…something like this." He wanted to sound more accusatory, more mocking, but the bliss of fucking you, making you cry just for him, making you shift your thighs shift back and forth against each other because he had not finished you off: all of it overwhelmed him, so he just buried his face in your hair. His body trembled and he needed to move his hand from your hair to hold himself steady. His hips press tightly against your ass as he filled you to gushing with cum. You could feel it begin to leak out of you despite his not pulling out. You stayed perfectly still underneath him, grateful for the break but maybe, secretly, wanting more? You felt dizzy and faint, so much so that it was hard to pin any one thought down besides the waves of pain radiating up your spine.

Not long after, he wrapped both arms around your waist and sat back again, pulling you back onto his lap, this time with his cock inside of you. He took a moment to find his phone, and then smacked his palm onto your forehead and shoved your head upwards so that the camera he had opened up could catch it.

He held a little peace sign with his two fingers next to your face, and leaned in next to you to take a selfie. Your face was swollen and wet with tears, collapsed into a grimace of pain and humiliation, while he smiled cheerily beside you, his face red with pleasure and his fringe a little stuck to his skin with sweat.

"Look how cute we are," he whispered into your ear, gripping your jaw to make you look at the screen. "Like common love birds."

He'd be back soon, but for now he just shoved you off of him, leaving you collapsed on the floor, cum trailing out from between your legs now that he was no longer plugging it inside of you. While he fixed his clothes, he watched your shuddering body with rosy adoration in his eyes. He'd be back tomorrow, but it was best to leave you to think things through on your own for now. You needed a bit of time to realize that despite what he'd done to you, despite how you curled into yourself with your hands fisted at the bottom of your stomach against the pain he'd left you, you still needed him and the way that only he could love you.

Anon what have we done!!! I hope you enjoyed <3

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