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fyorina · 3 months

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ᡣ𐭩 NAP TIME WITH NIKOLAI!

FEATURING: nikolai gogol

SUMMARY: nap time with nikolai is always eventful one way or another—you've gotten used to it. you think. (wordcount: 900ish; sfw; fem!reader)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: 1) is anyone having issues editing drafts on mobile?? it's not letting me. 2) does anyone know how to fix the dividers not letting posts show up in the tags glitch D: i am suffering

“nikolai.”

“yes, my dove?”

“what are you doing?”

you sigh softly as you card your fingers through his soft hair, absently feeling the man trace patterns on your skin with the tip of a knife. you don’t know where he got it—he isn’t wearing his overcoat so it’s not like he could have grabbed it from where it was stashed in his pocket dimension.

he’s not nearly tracing hard enough to break your skin—if anything, it feels like a faint tickle—but it had woken you up from where you were dozing off, so you’re a bit annoyed.

“… nothing,” nikolai replies, voice hesitant and laced with such a suspicious tone that it has you cracking your eyes open to give him an equally suspicious look.

nikolai looks deceptively innocent as he tilts his head up to look up at you, eyes wide and expression soft. the knife is nowhere to be seen, he must have stuffed it up his sleeve. your eyes narrow, nikolai pouts at the expression.

“nikolai, if you cut me with that knife, i’ll chop off your hair,” you threaten watching a horrified expression cross his face before letting your head fall back against the pillow, intent on trying to get a nap in before fyodor barges in and demands for the two of you to get back to work.

nikolai is silent for a moment, but too soon he says: “no you won’t,” and then cackles and adds, “you looooooove my hair.”

you peek your eyes back open, a bit more irate now when you catch the wide grin on nikolai’s face, eyes dancing as he looks up at you. “do you know what i love more than your hair?” you ask as you brush your fingers through his long, white locks. when he waits for you to answer your own question, you tell him, “not having my sleep interrupted.”

you tug his hair hard, painfully, and you roll your eyes when nikolai only lets out a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“you’re disgusting,” you say, albeit fondly, as you release his hair and go back to stroking it softly. “put the knife away and rest.”

you hear a clanging sound as nikolai carelessly tosses the knife off the bed and against the wall. instead of laying his head back on your chest like he usually does when you want to nap but he’s not tired, he scooches up the bed to rest his head on the pillow next to you. you smile when you feel him hook an arm around your waist, tugging you back toward him so your body is flush to his.

“thought you weren’t tired,” you murmur softly, eyes sliding shut as you melt into him. it’s not often that you get to lay up with nikolai like this, he’s rarely tired enough to actually nap with you—he usually just lays on you until you fall asleep and then disappears to find someone to harass.

“hmmm, i changed my mind, little koshenya!” he says, although you can’t help but notice that he doesn’t sound all too tired, a playful lilt to his voice as he nuzzles his face in your hair.

“oh yeah?” you ask, amused, yawning as your eyes begin to drift shut again. the weight of his arm draped around you is familiar and comforting and you can feel his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“mhmm!” nikolai agrees, still sounding a bit too energetic for you to actually believe he’s tired—you figure he has ulterior motives but you don’t know what they are, and that slightly terrifies you.

it doesn’t terrify you enough to rouse you, though, because you can hardly hold your eyes open as you bring your hand to where nikolai’s is resting on your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.

he hums softly, his chest rumbling gently against your back—an old lullaby that you recall him mentioning as one of the few things he remembers from his mother during his childhood. his thumb rubs soft circles on your waist while he nudges his nose against your head, occasionally pressing kisses to your hair between the lullaby’s verses.

and you bask, because nikolai is rarely as docile as he is in this moment and you want to savor it. a part of you wants to try to stay awake, but it’s hard with the warmth of his body spreading through you and the low, smooth hums of nikolai’s voice in your ear, chest reverberating against you.

“sleep, my dove,” nikolai coos between his hums. “i have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

and that more than slightly terrifies you because surprises from nikolai rarely end well, but by the time the words finally process, he’s already back to humming and lulling you to sleep—purposely, you now realize sleepily.

“better be a good one, kolya,” you sigh to yourself, not even sure if the words are intelligible, but if the way nikolai’s hums briefly are interrupted by a sharp, jarring giggle have anything to say about it, they are.

“of course, it will be,” he promises cryptically. “now sleep, little koshenya.”

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s archives #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #nikolai fluff #nikolai gogol fluff #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs fluff

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oikasugayama · 4 months

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Late happy new year!! First of all, I just wanna say that I LOOOOOOOVED ur akutagawa nsfw alphabet!! It was really in character imo especially cuz I've started simping for him a lot lately. Can I request an nsfw alphabet for Dazai??

Happy New Year!! Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it and I find it very satisfying that you thought it was in character!!! Hopefully I can do Dazai's NSFW alphabet the same justice :D

Dazai honestly kind of fucking sucks at aftercare. It's not that he neglects you or pushes you away or anything, but he does the bare minimum because he's already in shut-down mode after using all his energy to fuck you nice and good. He'll cross his ankles and lay back with his hands behind his head, grinning up at the ceiling and you'll have to roll over and cling to his side and tell him to hold you. He does it happily, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “You were so good for me,” he whispers. “I can't wait to do that again.” It's nice but it's about all he does, letting you both fall asleep sweat-sticky and covered in cum. The showers in the morning are incredible, but the stains on the bedsheets are annoying.

His favorite body part is your tits. He likes that they fill his hand nicely. He likes playing with your nipples and making you whine. He likes just holding them and squishing them. He likes that he can look at them at absolutely any point in the day and they’re just pretty and nice and he can’t help it, he’s just a man, he likes boobies. He especially loves when you’re cuddling and you let him hold your boobs just for fun.

He’s an expert at making you cum on his tongue. He loves lapping it up and slurping it out of you and sucking it off his fingers. He doesn’t play that “it’s okay if I don’t cum” shit. You’re going to cum, especially if your past partners haven’t made you. He’s obsessive about his goal and he will pull out all the stops to make it happen. And when you go down on him, he sure likes when you swallow his cum but he won’t make you because he likes it just as much splattered across your face.

His dirty talk game is unparalleled. He’s a fucking demon. Part of what makes it so intense is that he’ll start it absolutely anywhere. It doesn’t matter if you’re at work, in public, with friends, on the phone, or at home in peace. If he wants to turn you on, or if he wants to fuck with you, he’ll use his low, calm voice and lean in so, so close. He’ll crowd into your space, slowly pull your hair back from your shoulder, tuck it behind your ear, and say something like “I bet Kunikida could use a lesson on how to eat pussy. Why don’t I spread you out on the table so we can teach him?”

He doesn’t talk about how experienced he is, but based on how skilled he is, there’s a good chance he’s had a lot of practice. He never confirms whether that’s the case, or if he’s just picked up all his tips and tricks through his vast study of human anatomy. If you expressed that it truly bothered you to not know, he’d confess that he’s actually not been with that many people and that yeah, he knows what to do because he studied extensively, but if you don’t ask he won’t tell. He likes to keep the suave facade.

His favorite position is pretzel (cartoon depiction). You both like how deep he can get in doggy, but he wants to see your face. Watching your reactions to what he does to you is his favorite part of fucking, so he found another position. You lay on your side with one leg in the air, he straddles your lower leg and fucks you from there--he loves it, he likes holding your leg and kissing it while getting balls deep and watching your eyes roll back as he fucks the deepest part of you.

He absolutely can be goofy in bed. Sometimes he’ll randomly stop all movement and start laughing, and you have to ask what happened, and he can have a range of weird ass responses. One notable one was “I don’t know why but in my head I just called my dick ‘my little dinky’ and now I can’t stop laughing.” He genuinely collapses on top of you laughing about that one and eventually once the laughing has subsided his hips lazily start humping you again and it’s so ridiculous and you just have unserious silly-talk sex after that.

Dazai honestly kind of hates hand-jobs. It’s not that he doesn’t like your hands--they are nice and soft and he likes holding them or having them roam over other parts of his body!-- but if he’s getting pleasure on his dick he wants it wet. Your mouth, your pussy, or even your ass if you’re into anal. He wants his dick in something tight and wet that he can cum deep inside.

He absolutely loves fucking in inappropriate locations, hence why he dirty talks with you anywhere he so pleases. He honestly needs a partner who’s a bit more respectful of appropriate sexual spaces than he is otherwise he’d do something ridiculous like sneak you into Chuuya’s office and fuck you over his desk just to piss off his old partner if he catches you in there. Actually, he’d really like to do that, now that it’s on his mind…

He jacks off a lot :/ He hasn’t had a partner in a long time and as much as he flirts with people he’s not actually very successful in pulling one night stands. This is why when he has a partner he wants to cum inside of them rather than because of their hand-- he’s so fucking sick of his own hand. If he has to jack off one more fucking time he might launch himself off the roof. Please for the love of god let him cum inside.

He definitely has some kinks. He likes sensation play, he likes edging and orgasm denial, he can absolutely get into impact play if you want him to spank you. He doesn’t want to be degraded or talked down to because no matter how much it’s reaffirmed that it’s only words during sex, his brain tends to hold onto it and obsess over it. He doesn’t really like to degrade you either for the same reason; for his own mental health he needs the verbal focus to be filthy rather than insulting.

When he realizes he loves you, the way he fucks you changes. At first you’re having fun, he’s blowing your back out every night, he’s eating you out for so long and so intensely that you’re sensitive and sore for hours. When he realizes he’s in love with you, he lays you down gently, making out with you slowly and sensually. His hands move very delicately, tickling you and teasing you. He fucks you missionary this time, staying as close to your body as he can. His thrusts are slow and measured and he keeps kissing you, kissing your neck, occasionally moving down to suck on your tits before coming back up to say you feel so good and “fuck, thank you,” and when he cums he might accidentally whimper that he loves you.

His sexual motivation is mutual pleasure. He has a high sex drive once sex is a habit for him again (i.e. when he doesn’t have to masturbate to get his rocks off). He wants you every day and he gets whiny if he can’t have it. (The best time to dom him is when one of you has been away for a few days and he’s desperate to get his hands on you--push him down, tell him to shut up and do what you say, and he’s putty in your hands). Like mentioned before, he doesn’t play with that “you don’t have to make me cum” shit. He! Will! Make! You! Cum! Or! He! Will! Die!

Also as mentioned, Dazai says NO to most degradation. Once you point out that calling you a dirty little whore and a cock slut technically counts as degradation he’s like “okay, well that’s fine,” but he never allows anything like “you’re useless unless you’re being fucked,” because his brain stops after “useless” and it just makes him feel bad. Almost anything else he’d try. He’d honestly be turned on if you dragged the tip of a knife around his body (without cutting him). He’d think it’s hot to watch you fuck someone else (but he’d have to be tied up otherwise he’d get jealous and rip that other person off of you). He doesn’t want to fuck anyone besides you unless it’s as a threesome+. You have to be involved.

Dazai fucking LOVES GIVING YOU ORAL. Again, he has studied human anatomy immensely. He knows exactly what to do to make you cum. He knows how to move his tongue, where to move it, how fast, how long. He knows how to finger you at the same time to double or even triple your pleasure. He could literally eat you out until his lips wrinkled up from being against your wet pussy for so long. He definitely gets hard from eating you out and could rut against the bed and nut in his pants from making you cum.

He has no pace preference; he very much goes for what the day demands. Sometimes you’re grumpy or cranky and he’s pent-up and feels like brat taming and he gets you into bed and fucks the absolute shit out of you. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed with how much he loves you and he takes such sweet, slow care of you. It all depends on how you’re both feeling!!

Dazai will never turn down a quickie, though it always leaves him wanting more. If you both work at the ADA he’ll coincidentally run out of pens and offer to go get more from the supply closet at the same time that you leave the office to go to the bathroom--and then he’ll follow you in, lock the door behind you, and fuck you against the sink, hoping none of the other girls need the toilet for the next 15 minutes.

He definitely will take sexual risks. He’ll fuck you at work, he’ll ask you for a blowjob any time you pass a random alleyway, he’ll put your hand on his crotch under the table at dinner, he’ll try to finger you under your dress in the back of a car as someone drives you home. He’s a little horndog. He’ll also take the risk of cumming inside you even if you’re not on birth control--he insists you’ll find a way together to take care of any consequences but please please please let him cum inside it feel so good he wants it in you it’s so hot please let him please please please.

Dazai has a lot of stamina, thus why he can eat you out for hours at a time. He could start teasing you or making you cum in the morning and still drag orgasms out of you by the end of the night. It’s about pacing. He’ll have you bounce on his fingers, cum on his tongue, then he’ll fuck you doggy in front of a mirror and after cuddling you while idly playing with your nipples for almost an hour he’ll be hard again and have you ride him, and on and on and on and on…

What doesn’t turn Dazai on? He’s a simple man. You could walk into the room, flash him your tits, and his dick will literally spring to life. Just look at him and say “I want to have sex. Do you?” and his balls twitch. He likes when you’re confident and when you pretend to be a sweet little innocent thing for him to wreck. He likes you in clothes and out of them. He thinks it’s hot when you say something smart. He thinks it’s hot when you use your ability. He’s so smitten by everything you do.

He can be unfair as fuck in bed. It’s not even funny. Yes, his policy is that you will cum by the time he’s done, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to cum fast, or even as many times as he does. He’ll edge you for literal hours meanwhile he’s cum so many times he’s literally shooting blanks. He’ll edge you for so long and so intensely that when he finally says “okay, you can cum” and he flicks his tongue over your clit, you bust almost instantly. He was the Port Mafia’s best interrogator, remember? He knows how to make someone squirm and now he uses it to sexually torment you.

Volume: HIGH. He’s loud in bed and he wants you to be too. If his neighbors (sorry, Kunikida and Ranpo!!) aren’t sending him angry texts to shut the fuck up or buy them noise-cancelling headphones as an apology, he must not be doing a good enough job and he needs to up the ante! He doesn’t try to be loud, he just lets his body do whatever it wants, and what it wants is to moan and shout and yell. He makes you do it, too, telling you that his neighbors can’t hear it (lies). He loves when you scream after he’s edged you for so long. He wants your screams of pleasure to drown out all the memories of screams of torture that he used to cause.

The most out of pocket sexual wild-card that Dazai pulls on you is *dramatic drumroll* fucking you in Chuuya’s office. Yeah, after he mentioned it that one time he couldn’t stop thinking about it and so he dragged you to the PM buildings, snuck inside with you, found Chuuya’s executive office and started absolutely going to town on you. You’re honestly kind of scared shitless, but he reminds you that if he falls, the PM goes with him, and you calm down a little…until the office door opens, and Chuuya starts screaming at Dazai for being in here and also What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought you were kidding!! Wait, what? Turns out Dazai not only told Chuuya he was going to fuck you in his office, but he invited Chuuya to join and Chuuya jokingly said “yeah, if you can manage to sneak into my office with some hot babe I’ll tag team her with you,” and shit, here you are (o_o) [i wrote it, click here to read]

Dazai likes watching x-rated videos with you to get ideas. Sometimes the best way to find new positions or find new roleplay ideas is to watch porn together, sooooo… You know he never does work at home, so whenever he has his laptop out it’s gotta be time to cuddle against his side and watch porn like normal people watch reality TV. “Ohh, this one’s labeled ‘sex education’ and it’s called ‘top 10 best sex positions’.” “Do you wanna try wife-cheating-on-husband roleplay?” “I can pretend to be a plumber coming to fix your sink and you can coerce me into sex for payment?”

If you ask Dazai why he’s so obsessed with sex and why it seems to be the only thing he thinks about or wants to do with you, he’ll do some serious self-reflection. He just really desperately yearns for you, and for closeness to you, and he doesn’t really know how to fulfill that so he resorts to sex because the climax of an orgasm definitely gives him a wave of good feelings. Turns out, he likes sitting with you and having deep, serious conversations as well. He feels weird opening up about dark things in his past, but when you do it because you trust him, he realizes he trusts you too and tells you things he’s never told anyone. He learns that he can be close to you without sex (but he’s still a horndog, he still needs it).

Dazai likes fucking you to sleep. He likes imagining the little zZzZz floating out of your mouth when you’re still spread out on the bed, naked, sweat still drying on your skin, pussy still glistening with cum and wetness as your exhausted body makes you sleep after finally cumming after hours of play. He always tries to tell you that if you close your eyes after you cum, you’re going to fall asleep, but you never heed his warning and it happens all the time. He just lays with you and takes a little power nap <3

#ask answered #dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #technically also chuuya headcanons #technically also chuuya x reader

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sim0nril3y · 5 months

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How about one where they have a huge fight with lots of angst and groveling? I just love angst so much.

Note: my looooooove, i hope that this was okayyy, i'm not super happy with it, but it's kinda angsty with a little bit of hope towards the end. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, talk of sleep struggles, canon-typical swearing.

There had been so much of your relationship that had been so difficult in the beginning. It wasn’t like there was ever a conversation that you were officially together, it just happened. It was like you never wanted to leave and equally he didn’t want that either. You simply began sleeping over at Simon’s flat, keeping some spare clothes in your car. It was because the conversation never happened that you were left trying to figure out what Simon needed or wanted from you.

It was the little things in the beginning, taking his arm in public, wrapping yourself around it. Simon was simply shrug you away, as if unwanted. You were hurt by the exchange, but it was hard to talk to him about these things because… well, it wasn’t easy to talk to Simon most of the time.

You’d try and bring up these conversations with him. You’d try and ask him what he wanted. It all came to nothing. Emotionally he struggled to voice any type of opinion or need. When you would begin the conversation Simon would simply shut it down, when you’d accuse him of being unavailable emotionally, he’d call you dramatic.

This same little argument would come up every now and then, but finally you were sick of it all, you were sick of going in circles, you were tired of not being able to make any progress, you were just annoyed by Simon shutting you out. “Where are you going?” His voice boomed from behind you.

“I’m going home.” You told him firmly, turning to look at him. “You don’t want me anywhere near you in public. The only time you’ll touch me is in your home.” You fumed at him and Simon look bewildered for a moment. “And then when I try and talk to you about it because it bothers me, you just shut me out.” You announced. “So, yes. I’m leaving. I’m frustrated and I feel like I’m not being heard.”

Simon let out a gruff noise. “You’re being dramatic.” “That’s what you always say!” You pointed a sharp finger back in his direction. “I’m telling you how I feel and you’re not listening. How am I supposed to know what is too much with you, Simon? I feel like I don’t know anything about you!” The worries that had been buried deep down came tumbling out. “I had to convince you to go on a date with me. You wouldn’t tell me what you did for a job. You’ve never mentioned any family. I haven’t met your friends.” Then shaking your head, you continue. “And you haven’t asked me any of those things either…”

For a moment he looked frustrated, turning and rubbing his hands over his face. “You won’t talk to me… I don’t even… I don’t even know what we are.” You pointed out, voice lowering sadly. “I’m not expecting you to tell me everything… I just… I want to know if I’ll ever know anything.” Simon looked rigid, like he was frozen in fear. The way that he didn’t instantly jump to comfort you or assure you only increased you hurt feelings. Simply you nodded your head and said. “Okay… well, when you figure it out… you have my number.”

With a sharp turn you left the flat, tears beginning to fill your eyes and finally spilling down your face by the time that you reached your car. As you sat there you wondered if you should have just allowed things to continue, but that didn’t feel right for you. Of course, you didn’t want to make Simon uncomfortable either, feeling like he had to tell you things he didn’t want to talk about but if you were going to be more to him than a fling then you wanted to know more about him.

The next few days you didn’t hear from Simon and deep down you had convinced yourself you were never going to hear from him again. Maybe he just wasn’t ready for that type of commitment, or maybe you just wasn’t what he was looking for in a partner, too touchy, too dramatic. It hurt because you had felt like there was a real connection, something true and pure.

Late one evening you phone began to buzz beside you. Glancing down your eyes went wide as Simon’s name flashed across the screen. Shit… Shit, was this really happening? You had to shake yourself back to reality and answer in a breathless voice. “Simon?”

“Yeah…” His voice came back hard but with something lingering beneath the surface. “I…” He paused for a moment. “My mother’s name was Mary.” It was piece of information that you hadn’t been expecting and for a long moment the line went completely silent, you simply filled the space with. “That’s a nice name.” “It’s just a name…” A tiny smile tugged at your lips as you were reminded of the first conversation you’d had with Simon. “Come to the door?”

Stepping through your flat, prying open the door Simon stood there hoody drenched with rain, hood pulled up. “Haven’t fuckin’ slept in two fuckin’ days because I can’t get you off my fuckin’ mind.” His teeth were slightly grit, like he was mad with you or maybe himself for that fact. “I don’t know what we are but I know that I don’t want to lose you because of a stupid argument.”

Frowning you crossed your arms over your chest. “I struggle with opening myself up. I struggle with letting people in. I know… I know that is frustrating for you but that is just how I am.” Simon huffed. “I wasn’t expecting you to come bulldozing into my life. You turned my life upside down.”

“You could always ask me to walk away. If it was too much for you. If it wasn’t what you were wanting…” “Like fuck.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Like fuck am I ever going to ask you to walk away. I’ve done countless stupid fuckin’ things, but that would… I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t put everything into this…” Then he took a step towards you, looking deep into your eyes with desperation and vulnerability. “I will try and do better. I will be more open. I can’t promise it will change overnight but I will try that for you… only for you…”

The second his hands clasped your face, bringing you forward to him a tiny whimper escaped your lips. “I can’t lose you.” Simon whispered. “Not now. Not ever.” Squeezing his eyes closed and pressing his forehead against your own. “Don’t give up on me yet.” There was a mixture of emotions that were bubbling around you now. “I don’t want to force you to be something you’re not uncomfortable being…”

“And I’ve lost too many people to let you walk away because I won’t hold your hand in public.” Simon replied shortly, opening his eyes and looking down into your own again. “We will figure this out, babe. You have my word.” Lips skimming against your own now, looking for silent permission. “Promise?” “Promise.” Your lips connected into a passionate kiss then. Maybe this could be the start of something different.

Masterlist | Ask | 12-12-2023

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milf-murdock · 9 days

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Your writing is literally phenomenal - sincerely, someone who just binged your entire masterlist!! 💗 If you’re interested in this, I’d love to see dark!simon doting on reader when she’s finally pregnant 🤭 I’m sure he’d wait on her hand and foot, soothing and comforting her, but also being so smug because he’s literally a mastermind who’s been planning this for ages

Thank you so much for the kind words, love 🥹🥹 Comments like this mean the world to me and inspire me so much to keep writing 🖤

I fucking loooooooved this ask. When I tell you my brain was instantly just braining. However, I must be fully honest with you 😔 This is so fucking soft. Just. Wildly. Absurdly. Tooth-rottingly sweet. It turns out once dark!Simon actually gets her pregnant he just melts into the sweetest softie ever (shh don't tell anyone). Thinking about writing another part that's filthy smut with dark!Simon and his pregnant girl but I was just so excited about this fluff I wanted to share it lemme know if anyone would want to see that tho

Anyways, here's Simon helping her with morning sickness, Simon hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and Simon feeling them kick for the first time 🥺

Warnings: pregnancy, female reader, mentions of doctors offices, morning sickness, vomiting

Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 (NSFW) can be found here

Simon’s eyes blinked open as he registered your movements. The sound of your footsteps on the floor echoed through the room as you raced to the bathroom. His response was automatic as he rose out of bed, blinking the last dregs of sleep away as he followed your steps to find you kneeling on the cool tile in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl. It seemed more often than not your mornings started this way. With no hesitation he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling your hair up and away from your face into a loose pony tail held in his hand. His other hand rubbed soothing circled on your back, gently stroking up and down as he murmured soothing words.

“I’m sorry, love. ’M sure this bit’s almost over.”

As if on cue, you wretched once more into the bowl and Simon grimaced at his own poor timing. With a gasp you laid your head on your forearm against the toilet seat, eyes closed while you struggled to catch your breath, one hand rising up to flush the contents down the drain. Simon released your hair and rose to grab a cloth from the cupboard, running it under cool water and wringing it out.

“Remember, doc said this was all completely normal. Good even, really.” Simon’s voice was nearly as comforting as the cool washcloth he pressed against the back of your neck. “Means the baby is developing and your body’s changing and whatnot.” You finally raised your head up, taking the cloth from Simon and running it over your face.

“Yeah, still fucking sucks though,” you muttered before leaning back into Simon, his strong arms wrapping around you to pull you into him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as one hand snaked down to rest against your abdomen.

“It’ll pass, babe.” Simon pressed another kiss to your temple. “Besides, you’re still stunning.”

You raised your head off his chest, shooting him the most menacing glare you could muster. “Not in the mood for your sarcasm, Si,” you grumbled.

Simon brushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Not sarcasm, babe. I mean it. You’re glowing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at the edges of your lips. “Whatever, you’re gettin’ soft.”

“Don’t I know it,” Simon agreed, pressing another kiss to your cheek before rising and helping you off the floor. “Come on, I’ll go make us a tea.”

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It was a well known fact that Simon hated hospitals. And doctors. And, well, really any kind of medical setting. Simon shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to your exam bed. The sterile smell of medical suite was practically burning his nostrils. His leg bounced up and down at a rapid pace, one hand gripped tight on his knee and the other gripping yours in a similar hold. He looked around the room, taking in all the infographic posters explaining the various stages of pregnancy, health adverts, and more.

“Si.” Your gentle tone pulled Simon from his thoughts, his eyes drifting back to your face. “Relax,” you reminded him softly. “It’s okay. I’m here with you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes drift from yours down to your abdomen. He swore you were beginning to show, just the barest hint of a swell to your belly.

There was a knock at the door and then the friendly technician entered, introducing herself to you and Simon before placing a paper drape over your lap and having you lay back. You shifted your shirt up whilst she set up for the ultrasound, giving Simon an excited smile as you settled in.

“Oh that’s warm,” you commented as the tech squeezed a light gel onto your bare skin.

“Yeah, we have a little warmer we keep it in, just something to help make the mum’s a bit more comfortable,” she commented as she started pressing the wand to your belly.

Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, the waves of black and grey indecipherable as the tech moved around your stomach.

“Ah, there we go. See? Right….here.” The nurse tapped to a black shape on the screen as she pressed the wand a little deeper into your skin. “There’s your baby.” She tapped a few buttons on her keyboard, taking a picture. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”

You nodded enthusiastically, but Simon couldn’t even get a word out. His own heart was racing so fast, his eyes staring at the screen, taking it all in. His baby. There were no words to adequately describe the pure joy, excitement, and absolute terror he was feeling. Y

You and Simon clung to each other, your joined hands serving as a lifeline for you both, tethering you to this moment. You and Simon each hold your breath, unsure what you’re waiting for.

And then there’s a whoosh, and the sound of a steady heartbeat fills the room. Tears instantly filled your eyes. “Oh my god, Si,” you whispered. “That’s their heartbeat.”

Simon’s own eyes were misty as he took it all in. “Yeah, babe. That’s our baby.” He blinked the tears away, internally urging himself to keep it together. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “There they are.”

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Simon was upstairs tackling the crib that he had been so fucking sure he didn’t need the fucking instructions for, only to find out that the damn pieces weren’t locking into place the way they were supposed to. “Bloody hell,” he growled, tearing through the mess of cardboard and styrofoam to find where he had tossed aside that bloody manual.

A shout from downstairs had him freezing in place, his blood running cold as the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

“Simon! Come here! Quick!” You shouted from your place on the couch, urgency in your voice.

Simon dropped the drill to the floor, racing down the hall and flying down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. His mind spiraled, thinking through doctor’s numbers, fastest route to the hospital, or should he call an ambulance? No, he was positive he could drive faster. He rounded the corner, eyes wide and fixed on you.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” His questions rushed out like word vomit as he strode to your side. He dropped to one knee, a protective hand resting on your pronounced bump, eyes flitting from you to your stomach.

“What?” You asked, brows furrowing in confusion at the panic-stricken man panting before you. “No, I’m fine Si, just…here…feel,” you commanded, grabbing his hand and moving it to the lower left side of your stomach. “Wait for it…” you muttered. Simon was still trying to calm his racing heart, trying to take in the fact that you seemed perfectly fine. In fact, if anything, you seemed slightly annoyed.

“Darling, what—”

“Shhh!” You snapped. “Wait for it.”

And then Simon felt it. A little force pressing against his hand, a fleeting sensation that was over as soon as it started.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Was that?”

“Mmhmm,” you squealed with a smile.

“They kicked,” Simon laughed, pure awe on his face. He pressed his hand a little harder against your swollen mound, moving his hand just slightly to the right. He lowered his face to your stomach. “Come on, love, let’s see that again.” As if on cue, he felt a swift kick to his palm. Your laugh mingled with Simon’s as the radiant joy overtook you both.

“He likes your voice,” you commented, smiling down at your bump and placing your hand atop Simon’s.

“Of course she does,” Simon teased back. You weren’t finding out the gender in advance, wanting to be surprised. You each had your own suspicions though. At the sound of his voice, another kick hit his palm, harder than both the previous ones, causing you to wince. “Oi,” Simon jokingly chided, giving a stern look to your bump. “Take it easy on your mum. She’s working hard to grow you nice and strong.” Another strong kick.

“Looks like we have a future football star on our hands,” you commented was you rubbed a hand against your sore swollen side.

“Maybe they’ll play for Man U.” Simon pressed a kiss to your bump, right where the last kick was before rising off the floor to sit next to you on the couch. His lips found yours, kissing you with a fierceness that took your breath away. “Thank you, love.” His voice was soft as he pulled back from the kiss. “For this. For all of it. This is the greatest gift.”

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon “ghost” Riley x reader

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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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Can I request a scenario where dazai and fem reader are hanging out together and suddenly some guy that went out with her once on a bad date sees them and assumes they’re together and is really sad about it and asking for another chance. Like lowkey embarrassing. And dazai is a bit jealous because “why didn’t she tell me she’s been going on dates?”

I just want a little funny Chaos with crushing!dazai.

when dazai has a crush on you - dazai x fem reader

synopsis: on which the osamu dazai had a massive crush on you; however he has no idea how to go about it and suddenly has an awkward interaction with your ex, who begs for you to get back with him.

a/n: when life gives you motivation, you use it all in one one-shot and never return!!

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked you as the two of you were walking down the streets of yokohama. winter was finally here and snow covered what used to be green grass and the clouds were in the shades of grey and white.

"dazai, it's freezing!"

"ah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a special treat!" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for a response out of you.

you rolled your eyes with a smile; "if you just have to know!!" you said dramatically, a hand to your chest, "it's pistachio..."

"you basic-"

"HUSH!" you clamped his mouth with your hand, laughing to yourself as he looked at you with a "GIRL WTF-"

"i don't care if calls me a basic bitch, THERE GOOD!!" he held his arms up in defense, "your words not mine!"

you slapped his arm once more as you both kept walking.

"are you going to pay?"

"didn't i tell you? i lost my wallet in the river, it belongs to the frogs now."

"osamu- that was 2 YEARS AGO!!"

"and those frogs MUST have a mansion by now!"

"oh my go-"

"but you, my sweet y/n, you must have some spare change to by your best friend in the whole wide world to get some ice cream for us??????"

he blinked at you with his fingers interlocked with each other and you sighed, shoving his face away from his own.

"i literally hate you..."

"you looooooove me~"

what he said may have been true; we'll, he hoped?

"have you ever wondered if atsushi purrs?"

you looked up at dazai; raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of your ice cream. "where does your mind go after work hours?" you shook your head as you chuckled; "wait, I'm serious. like if you scratch behind his ear, does he meow?"

as dazai went on and on about god knows what; you saw a familiar boy stand next to the store of the small ice cream shop...he seemed to be with other boys, around your age, and he was just kinda glancing over at you.

where do you recognize him from?

"are you okay?" dazais voice caused you to look at him quickly, "hm?"

dazai grinned, "something on your mind? is it my, witty charms? my gorgeous vocal cords, or perhaps-"

you shake your head chuckling at just how stupid your best friend is, "no- no, sorry. i just zoned out!"

he nods, not wanting to push further and once again started to talk about random things that popped into his mind.

after a bit, you notice the boy was gone however his friends were still there; you even recognized some of those boys as well. why does it look a little bit like-

"jeezus-"

"what was that?"

"i said "shoeless!"

"Y/N!!!!"

the sudden scream of your name from another man's voice besides dazais caused you both to jump.

you looked to your right, as dazai followed your stare...a boy who rushed over to you with blonde locks and baby blue eyes. he seemed to be in some sort of distress as he got on his knees.

"cody, what are you-"

"i'm so sorry i left you, baby, i was a fool to think i could find someone better!"

dazai was beyond confused as he said nothing but just watch. you glared at the boy who was on his knees; "cody, you cheated on me, and suddenly on your knees begging for me back?"

he nods, grabbing your hands as he looked you in the eye; "you were my everything, and i was stupid to believe i never needed you. I've been a mess without, i've let my hair grow up, i haven't shaved in 8 months, and i'm all alone!!"

"uhm..."

both you and your ex boyfriend looked at dazai who cleared his throat.

"y/n, what ...what is going on?"

before you could respond, cody shouts out; "YOU MOVED ON WITH HIM? what does he have that i don't? oh, OH, your into bandages?"

dazai gave him a "bitch what the fuck" look as he continued; "i can be better then anything he can be to you! i bet he doesn't even know what your favorite ice cream flavor is and got you one you didn't like!!"

"cody, i'm not dating anyone!!!" you blushed furiously, pulling your hand away.

both cody and dazai'a cheeks flushed, however dazai couldn't stop looking at you. 'you can date me' he thought to himself, but was knocked out of his trance as you dragged him away by the arm and said one final goodbye to cody, "your pathetic, cody! leaving me for a bastard who cheated on your ass as well because your a sad, cheating man who has nothing to live for besides eat and sleep all day long! at dazai has a job. you know, your right, he'll be a better boyfriend then you anyday!!"

and with that tou left the weeping man alone with his friends awkwardly standing there, giggling at the incounter that has happened.

as you and dazai got further away, you stopped and sighed. "i'm sorry dazai, that was so awkward! i never thought i'd see him again!" you rubbed your face and looked at the floor, but dazai chuckled and made you look at him.

"it's quite alright, y/n, but...when did you two break up? not that it's any of my buisness, but i had no idea you were even dating!?"

"you seem surprise, you believe a women like me can't pull a lover?"

he froze, "oh-n-no! not at all, i just- you know i just- well you never told-"

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm; "dude i'm kidding!!"

he chuckled, a couple minutes later the two of you decided to walk back home, however he offered to walk you home.

as the lights in yokohama lit up, the moon as set and the streets were quiet.

there was a calm silence as you both walked, the sound of dazais clicking heels caused you to always side eye him and smile. he's never walked you home like this before, he was always so talkative and have something to say.

"did you mean what you said, earlier today?"

ah.

there it was.

"you mean.."

"yeah.."

you smiled to yourself, looking at the floor as you stopped in front of your apartment. "of course i did, i'm sure you would try your hardest to be with the person you love, better then cody!!" you smiled, giving him a hug and waving goodbye.

"bye, dazai! see you at work tomorrow, I better not have to call you again so you won't be late!!" you waved, walking into your apartment.

"goodbye, y/n!" he waved, watching as you entered your apartment and your figure left.

"i love you..."

@justcallmesakira @atsquie @atlasnessie @riiwrites @ruanais @silverbladexyz @pinklacydovey @iisowks @haithamvoid-deactivated20240128

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benkeibear · 8 months

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Hi Rhy! I saw you had thirsts open and I’d looooooove to see a little something for Buggy and face sitting 🤡 thank you and hope you’re having a good day!

I already told you that he gives "giving head" a whole new meaning 😭

Cw: afab!reder, face sitting, possessive behavior

Buggy is so desperate for you and your attention, hating it if you give it to anyone else and in a fit of jealousy you two ended up making out - which never stays at just kissing with this clown. He wanted to show you his devotion to you, eagerly pulling your hips onto his face, tongue desperately lapping at your folds. He needed to hear you moan his name, his and his alone, needing to feel you come undone from only his touch.

His arms laced around your thighs to keep you against his face, his tongue slowly slipping into your wet cunt while his nose rubbers perfectly against your clit, his hands freeing themselves from his arms to knees your beautiful chest and playing with your pebbled nipples. His tongue is alternating between fucking you and flicking over your puffy clit as you come undone from just his tongue, over and over again until your voice is strained from how many times you moaned and screamed the captains name.

#—Rhy sins ♡#Buggy smut #thirst game #I'm so down bad for this clown it's embarrassing

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antonsgf · 7 months

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okay now walk with me…

i'm thinking about bf!anton :))

you see everyone thinks he's all soft + baby from first glance, but this dude is an alleged aries stellium !! a.k.a. lots of mars energy ( i'll elaborate on this on another post...)

like he may be quiet but I'm sure his aries shows in different ways

like imagine his arm around your waist uhhhhh and he places his hand under your shirt to grip for that extra umph

he does that when y'all are hanging out casually around friends or his members

it's because he's a little possessive protective :33

and the boys would definitely make a big (funny) deal about it, lots of ohhhs :00 !! and "wow look at him" !!

let him hold you !! he's 6'1 like he loooooooves to wrap his arms around you whether it's cuddling, back hugs, or he's having a bad day

he needs you in his arms !! that's it !!

also going on late night swims at the lake or pool !!

y'all would jump in together and swim up to the surface for a smooch (or two)

okay soft stans don't jump me but like skinny dipping is a thing that could happen too hhhhhhh

like imagine looking at the water droplets cascading down his arms and chest !! oh my ahsfjbsdhgfhidlbgi !!!!

anyways SAJBDJSIBDSJ bf!anton would make you playlists

they can span from being intentional to little random playlists based on vibes like "songs that remind me of you :)"

of course you make him playlists too !! he takes y'all's blend on spotify very seriously !!

also don't feel embarrassed abt your music because this guy has TASTE !!! he'll listen to anything and everything at least once !!

and if y'all like the same artist, I can see him wanting to musically discuss their project and debrief about the specifics

watching his eyes sparkle and his smile beam in wonder while he gives his hot takes because anton is indeed a music bro :))

i wouldn't be surprised if he watches anthony fantano lmaooo

sometimes he gets into the nitty gritty of producer talk and you may have no idea what he's talking about but you don't mind

especially if it's one of the things he's interested in !! his voice makes you feel warm and fuzzy !! you can listen to his voice for hours :))

bf!anton would also have you sit with him during his independent studio time !! and when I say sitting with him, i mean sitting on him

his lap specifically !! chest facing his and your face in the crook of his neck !!

sometimes he works for HOURS while producing and composing, and he checks up on you during said hours because he feels bad

but !! he quickly makes up for it by ordering food and offering piggyback rides because you're eepy !! and he thinks you're cute !

hmmm might have to do a part 2 !! because I have so many thoughts about anton lmao let me know what y'all think !!

♡ kimmia ♡

#riize #anton #riize headcanons #riize imagines #kimmia’s world

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dearsnow · 4 months

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hi!! can i just request any two-bit fluff...like jus domestic warm fuzzy fluff ..maybe slight silliness...feel free to write whatever

AND YET

- you happen upon your very noisy “roommate” cooking away in the middle of the night (two-bit mathews x gn!reader, domestic fluff, lowkey so cute)

word count: 687

a/n - asther fulfilling a request??? within a reasonable time????? the world is turning upside down, y’all 🫡 i hope you enjoy 😭

“Keith, seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, a desperate whisper that borders on a shout. It is 2:42 AM, and your recently-moved-in, much-loved but forever annoying boyfriend is making a four course meal in your kitchen.

Surprisingly, this is the first time you have ever seen him cook more than microwaveable meals and the occasional pack of instant ramen. He looks up at you, clad in pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a shit-eating grin. “What, I was hungry!”

“You’re gonna be hungry when I kick you out.” You mutter. “Couldn’t you at least be quiet about it? I heard pots and pans and humming through our very thin bedroom walls.”

“You can’t kick me out, I’m too fun.” He smiles. He puts a lid on his pan of frying bacon and turns off the heat. “You love me. Admit it.”

You scoff, but when he takes your hands in his, your heart skips a beat.

“You looooooove meeeeee,” he sings, “c’mon, just say it.”

“I would love you so much more if you didn’t wake me up so early on a work day.” You say, trying desperately to hide the fact that the corners of your mouth are turning up. Like always, though, somehow he notices. It’s like every almost-smile from you is a win, one more thing to keep him going before he runs out of energy and crashes into bed, legs entwined with yours and mouth slightly open.

He spins you around, still humming a song you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had just made it up. “I love you, and you love me. That’s why you’re dancing instead of yelling.” You laugh. You’re supposed to be angry with him, but the tension between your eyebrows dissipates when you look at his smiling face. If Two-Bit had just one talent, it would be switching your mood to happy. No matter what, no matter how annoying he is sometimes, you’re happiest when you’re with him.

“Yeah, I love you,” you gasp as he dips you so close to the floor you can feel the cold tile sucking in your heat, “and I love that you can make me laugh,” he pulls you back up, “but really, what are you doing making all this food at such an ungodly hour?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your neck. He leads you in a few steps, his warmth smoothing the goosebumps on your arms. “I wanted to do something nice for once. You’re always making me breakfast, and you leave earlier than me, so I thought I’d make a bit of food that you can just heat up when ‘m dead asleep.”

“Really?” You move back to stare at him, eyes soft in the dim kitchen lighting. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Two. Thank you.” If you were being honest, you thought he barely noticed you taking care of him in that way. You figured that it’s just something that comes with dating someone who seems like they could burn water.

“Nah, it’s nothin’.” He turns his head, a blush creeping up his neck towards the apples of his cheeks. “I just want you to know I appreciate what you do. This whole ‘me movin’ in’ thing put a whole lotta stress on your shoulders, so some domestic effort from me couldn’t hurt. I’ll at least try be quieter next time, though.” He raises his eyebrows and presses a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You can feel your own cheeks heating up. “I don’t want you ruining the surprise again, hm?”

“Yeah, it sounded like an elephant was training to be a chef in here.” You tease. He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears like a sweet bell. It’s a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of.

He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He would drop anything to have you pressed against him at all hours of the day.

“And yet you still love me.”

You grin at him. “And yet, my love, I won’t ever stop.”

#solar eclipse.#two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader #two bit matthews #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders #fluff #domestic fluff #tooth rotting fluff

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blosssombunnny · 1 year

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𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 𝓜𝓮! 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓗𝓒𝓼

Warning: Mostly fluff (a little angst in mammons kinda? Nothing too sad) but there is nsfw in very small amounts!!

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Lucifer definitely loves acts of service. Both giving and receiving (hehe). He’s a subtle man when out with others. He will do little things for you. Opens the car door, holds your hand delicately when you walk on stairs. He will give you his coat.

“MC stop it. I’m not cold. Put it on right now.”

The only time he will ever beg you to put more clothes on ;) Of course he will love some service in return. Whether you choose to do that by straightening his collar when it’s uneven or letting him face fuck you after a really stressful day ;3

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Mammon is very fond of physical touch. Sure he also loves gifts and spending time with you… but nothing beats your gentle and kind touch. Sometimes he winced just ever so slightly when you reach up to touch his face. This poor (literally lol) baby is head shy.

“Tch. Of course I didn’t flinch. Just… keep t-touching me…”

He deserves someone that will be there to give him a hug and let all of his stress melt off. Sometimes when he has his head on your shoulders, you’ll find little wet spots from his eyes. He will say it’s just allergies, but, he never feels safe enough to cry anywhere else. Sometimes it just slips out. When you notice you tell him

“Mammon. Please let it out. I will hold you until you are ready for me to let go.”

Here come the waterworks. He wont be able to hold back. Your shirt is soaked. Your sleeve is a tissue. But it’s all worth it to see him smile and know he is ready to do the same for you when you need him.

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Leviathan loooooooves quality time. There’s nothing he’d rather do than just curl up with you, his tv, and a stack of games. In between games, levels, etc. you will likely end up talking for an hour. He loves hearing about your experiences in the human world. If you have any cool anime or game related stories please tell him.

“Y-YOU MET THE VOICE ACTOR FROM I fell from heaven and became a shut-in, and now I’m in love with a human who is my master?!?!?!!!!?”

He’s so jealous. If you don’t like video games he might whine a little and try to find a game you would like. Saying “you just haven’t found the right game for you”. If you still don’t find anything he would be happy to watch DevilTube with you or watch a show!

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Satan is another quality time lover. Ideally he would love to sit in front of a cozy fire with his love, both reading the same book. With a cat curled up on his lap if possible. If you aren’t a fan of reading he would welcome you to lay in his lap as he reads.

“MC? Would you like to do a puzzle with me?”

I don’t know he seems like a puzzle man. He likes the challenge and the methodical nature. If you don’t want to do that he would definitely have a long list of other activities to do. And if all else fails he will suggest going outside to try and capture a new pet cat.

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Asmodeus of course mainly deals in physical touch. He just loves feeling your soft skin, your delicate hands. Tracing your curves and just generally needing to have some contact at all times.

“MCCCC can I style your hair? Can I paint your nails? Can I dress you up??” If you refuse, “Ohhhh you’re just being stubborn. How could I not dress up a perfect doll like you~” (not like you’d refuse anyway)

He will brush your hair and give your shoulders and neck some love too. If it tickles that’s even better. He loves to see you squirm and blush ;)

He will always hold your hand, link your arms, or have an arm around you in public. He wants everyone to see the cutest couple in the universe room :)

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Beelzebub loves gift giving. Whether it’s a dainty necklace he saw that “would look so perfect on you” or a bite of his burger, this man loves showing you his love with little gifts. In his mind, he sees sharing his food as the ultimate signal of “I love you”. He doesn’t do this for anyone. Just for you. You tell him you don’t need gifts to know he loves you.

“I know… I just think about your smile and eyes… and I know it’ll look good on you… so I buy it.”

He’s a big goofy boy. A bit of a himbo in the best way possible. He looks rock hard on the outside (heh) but you can’t see how he melts inside when you smile and light up at certain things. And he gets to see that every time he offers your a bite. (Of his food of course)

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Belphegor loves to give and receive endless amounts of affirmation! He needs to be reminded he is worthy of love and happiness. Most of the time the compliments he gives are in a sleepy haze. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. He truly means every word of it.

“Mmm-MC… You are just the most… yawn perfect pillow everrrr. Your body is perfect…”

He’ll definitely have his face buried in either your chest, shoulder, or hair.

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Diavolo is definitely a close tie between quality time and affirmations. But in my humble opinion, quality time wins. Because what happens during quality time? Compliments, sweet talk, and affirmations. Hehe. He has it all planned out. He’s genuinely a very lonely character. He desperately wants to have fun with friends. Be carefree and not worry about strict schedules. But that’s not the life that was given to him.

“MC… this week was so tiring. Please, will you come to the castle tonight? I want to… see you…”

He’s always a little embarrassed to act so needy. But he loves when you indulge him a bit. Once you arrive he will immediately pull you into a hug that will last at least 30 seconds. He just takes in your scent. He will quickly pull you away to his room or office for some privacy. He will have his hands all over you once you’re alone. He just missed you so much. Once he calms down it will be a nice night of love and relaxation.

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Barbatos = Acts of Service king. He always seems to know exactly what you need. If you are thinking ‘hmm. I’m a little thirsty’ he will likely ask if you need anything to drink in the next five minutes. It’s amazing.

“You must stay hydrated. I did not read your mind. I just know what’s your body needs. Sometimes even more than you do.”

Did that sound a little… weird? Ehh probably not. That’s only one of the many ways he surprises you. He loves to massage you and make you feel good. In return he loves to be babied a bit. He would absolutely never admit this. But. When you let him relax and get off his feet. He begins to relax instantly. Just hold him, let him lay on top of you. Pet his hair, tug on it gently, rub his shoulders and back. Small things like that really mean so much to him.

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Simeon is the affirmation master. He knows exactly how to make you blush and smile. He can always find the right words to calm you, pick you up, or just make you smile a little more.

“Are you sure you aren’t an Angel in disguise… it’s uncanny how much you resemble our kind. You even feel like one… So beautiful.”

He will always make you feel like a million dollars. In return tell him how well he’s doing. After all he is in a land that’s not his home, dealing with stressful entities all day. He needs reassured that he’s doing ok.

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Solomon will always give you the most thoughtful gifts. He will take the time to find out what you like and dislikes and begin to give you the most wonderful gifts. He is conservative with how often he gives you something. Mostly because if two reasons. 1. He wants it to be more special and exciting. And 2. He’d go broke otherwise. Some of the stuff he gets you is not cheap.

“Anything for you. It’s your birthday. That only happens once a year. Of course I had to go big!”

He will wink and hold you tight against his side as your birthday party (that he organized) goes on. He just loves to spoil his cute apprentice.

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Thank you for reading!!

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marc-spectorr · 1 year

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Callie, my looooooove, are you still doing the blurbs??? If so, can I have this line: "I can't pretend anymore" + Marc Spector?? 🥺🥺🥺

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: slight angst with a happy end :)

a/n: sorry for the delay!! writing has been so difficult to do lately but hopefully i can work through the rest of these prompts 😭

It's such a cliché, Marc thinks. Him standing outside your flat in the middle of the night, waiting for you to answer the door with his clothes drenched from the pouring rain, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

He knows better. He knows that if he doesn't do this now, he may never work up the courage to do so again.

The sound of the locks undoing on the other side fills the silent air. Marc's heart pounds in his chest. All the words he's rehearsed over and over start fading to the back of his mind.

It takes you maybe ten seconds to open the door, but the moment seems to last longer than that.

And when he finally sees you, he's suddenly rendered mute.

"Marc? It's one in the morning, and you're soaked to the bone," you say through a thick haze of exhaustion, your eyes barely open.

He feels guilty for disturbing you.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Marc breathes out too quickly and too low. "But I-I couldn't sleep."

Your brows knit together as you look up at Marc, confused. He half-expects you not to care. Hell, he seemingly didn't care about your feelings when he decided to ignore you for the past month and a half. It wouldn't surprise him if you told him to leave you alone and shut the door in his face. He deserves it.

"Why not? And why come over all the way here? I thought you were mad at me."

That tears a hole in Marc's heart. He could never be mad at you, yet it's the impression he had left when he began pushing you away with no explanation.

He wholly regrets it now.

Marc swallows, the question not lost to him, but he doesn't say anything out loud despite the answer already sitting on his tongue. He mulls over it again and again, the reason why he's here. What has caused him to be distant to you— caused him many restless nights.

Why couldn't he sleep? Simply put, it's because of you.

He loves you, and it scared the hell out of him.

So Marc ran. He ran as far away as he could, thinking that the distance would help. Hoping that these feelings would fade in time but all it did was make things worse.

He ended up hurting you— leaving you in the dark and putting the blame on yourself as the reason why he had gone.

God, he hated himself for that the most.

"I didn’t mean it. I-I didn’t mean to make you feel that way," Marc replies solemnly. His voice is soft and tender, almost like the way your gaze takes him in. "I'm sorry for everything."

"I-I don't understand… what–"

Marc strains away from the last bit of cowardice holding him back. With a shaky exhale, he steps forward, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, warmth immediately spreading throughout his palm.

Your gentle eyes graze over his features; he could see traces of worry in them.

"Marc…" You whisper his name, and only then does he realize how close you are— how close your lips almost touch.

"I can't pretend anymore," he confesses, his breaths mingling with yours.

Marc slowly closes what little gap there is between you with a chaste kiss, one that is as soft and sweet as you are.

When you start kissing him back not too long after, relief loosens his tense muscles, replaced by something so warm and delicate. Something familiar, something that is just you.

The kiss deepens until you soon break away for air. Marc forgets how sopping wet he is still— dripping curls sticking to his forehead as his sodden clothes cling onto him uncomfortably.

But none of that matters.

Nothing does, except for you.

"You never have to pretend with me," you murmur into his skin, gentle like a comforting caress.

Marc can't help the slip of a smile on his lips as he holds your hand in his.

He’s there now.

And he’s there to stay.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector drabble #moon knight #oscar isaac

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jayceflwrs · 2 years

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“Hey?” Part 2 💀

Vance X Y/n TW: cuss words, abuse, beating (by Vance), weird old man?

“hey?” Vance says

“hey..” y/n says

“what the fuck are you doing here?” Vance says with anger rising in his voice while his face is turning a light shade of red. you step back just a bit “I just wanted to ask why you wanted to see me? i mean you never just give me notes and ignore me, let alone stop beating me. So what’s up with that vance?” You say looking straight into his icy blue eyes. Vance starts to stagger a bit with his words so you don’t really understand what he’s trying to say “uh vance can you speak English please?” you say mumbling just a little bit, “I wanted to ask if you would come to dinner with my family, I had no one else and I practically sorta know you?” He says obviously not wanting to drag the conversation. “uh well do you still need to me to do it?” you say while you start looking away from him. Obviously you thought he was pretty,even though he had beaten you up for the past few months after school,and in the morning on the way to school (cus ur dumb<3/j). “uh well sorta yeah, I don’t need you to go but I wanted you to..” he says it while you can start to tell the tint of pink reach his ears and his face, you never knew this side of Vance.

“I’ll go then.”

The next few days you had to get to know Vance better. He didn’t want this sorta relationship to ruin his publicity, not that he really had any for the good reasons. So he continued to beat you,but meet up with you in private to get to know you. Vance doesn’t get the sense that you’re getting mixed signals, or any kinda feelings, he wasn’t into sappy crap like that, so you never told him.

On Saturday, August 18, 1978. You and Vance had to go to the dinner, you knew that Vance’s cousins had money but you didn’t know that they had a lot of money. Turns out half of his dads side is super rich but his father never inherited any of the money, which is why Vance’s father lashes out in vance and his mother.

Once you two have arrived looking your best, with your F/C dress (or tux) and some pretty shoes, vance had to wear a tux and fix his hair, if you had to be honest you would be dying of laughter at how funny he looks. Vance was being a gentlemen half the night so that way he would be looked down on his peers, they hadn’t known he was a menace to society at the moment.

You walked up to his cousin to greet him, “Hello, my names Y/n, I’m Vance’s date to the dinner, your his cousin right?”. The older man smirked “Why hello Y/n dear, yes I’m Vance’s cousin the one hosting the party, make yourself at home. If you don’t mind you can leave that trashy date of yours and come as mine” he says getting a little bit closer to you trying to grasp at your hand. You were pretty uncomfortable and it was obvious to see, vance was looking over at you after greeting his grandmother, seeing at how distressed you were about his cousin getting so close. He started to walk over, “Heyyy what’s going on here babe?” Vance says towards you, “Oh I was just about to come over and get you darling, I was just finished talking to your cousin.” You say shooting daggers into both of the boys eyes. Vance pulls you in by the waist “ Jacob I would really like for you to go speak to Norma, she would looooooove to see you” the blonde says, you could tell he was getting mad, he was basically trying to form a fist in your skin, and his face was all red. “Sorry she can wait, I had just ask Y/n to come with me as a date to the dinner” Jacob says with a smirk, “too bad shes already mine, ain’t the right babe?” Vance looks down into your eyes while holding you, he starts to relax his hands on your waist “yeah love you are” you say before kissing him. Jacob walks off going up to other girls, mostly everyone here was either family or tag along as friends. “I’m so sorry Vance I didn’t mean to do that I just didn’t want him around any longer” you say in a rush getting out of his arms, “it’s fucking fine Y/n, just go sit down and I’ll bring you some water” he says while walking off, he was in a rush to go get a breather from you. Vance always thought to himself as better or worse than most people, he didn’t know if he was one or the other when he was around you, which is why he always beat the living shit out of you, he wanted to be better than you.

After that night you two stopped going around each other period, vance skipped classes that you were in, skipped lunch and ate somewhere else. He wasn’t around you, he didn’t want to be. “It’s weird that you and Vance haven’t spoke lately, or he hadn’t beaten you lately” Gwen says nudging your arm, “oh shove off, nothing happened Gwen, nothing super serious” you say looking away “well something had to happen, you know you can talk to me o-?” Gwen stops in her tracks, “let’s go the other way home right? Yeah let’s go that way” she says, before you can look at what’s in front of you, you feel Gwen running with your arm while she basically drags your body, eventually she stops “what the HELL GWEN?” you say obviously furious, you look down with a bunch of cuts where she had dragged your body, “I’m sorry I just didn’t want you to see what was happening I thought it would probably traumatize you since you know, the dinner you had with Vance?” Gwen says mumbling the last part where you could barely hear.

“What the fuck? Why are you fucking here?” You hear a voice say, you know that voice, it was the guy that you had just kissed. It was Vance.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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friend you’re really doing the lord’s work with this theme tonight!! can i request “come on, let’s get you cleaned up” and hey, look at me. im not going anywhere” with negan pls? (i might have a couple more but im still thinking hehe)

LOOOOOOOVE. Not as much as I love youuuuu.

Also, not a spoiler for you since I know you're on season 10 but this does take place sort of in season 10.

"Why do I keep having to save your ass?" My lungs crackle with blood as my head tilts towards the voice, leaves matting to my hair as I look up at Negan as he approaches me, tossing a bloody log onto the ground beside us. He lowers to his knees, hands reaching out to cradle my head carefully with a loud sigh.

"Negan," I croak, brows furrowing as I lean over to spit the excess blood in my mouth onto the ground, "You're not supposed to be outside the walls." A cocky smile stretches across his lips as he pulls me into his lap, head resting on his thighs as he examines the rest of my injuries. He holds my obviously broken wrist to my chest, his brows furrowing deeply as the adoring smirk leaves his lips, pulling down into a deep frown.

"I know." He whispers, ignoring my concern about his position back at Alexandria. He's already on thin ice as it is and this trip outside the walls will only make it worse for him, no matter what story he comes up with. "I saw them following you. Had a gut feeling." His explanation is vague but there's a heavier weight to his words as his thumb drags over my blistered cheek bones.

They followed me out here, ambushing me out of nowhere and complained about my friendship with the very savior who sits above me. I know that my kindness towards him isn't appreciated by the rest of our small village but someone has to be nice to him, to be the opposite end of the bias against him.

"Your gut was right." I whisper, reaching up with my uninjured wrist to wipe the blood away from my lips. His grin offers a sense of comfort once again, my freezing body now feeling slightly warmer at the kind attention he's giving me.

"It typically is." He winks but his playfulness dissolves as his head snaps to look in the direction of a snapping twig. He looks as if he's about to stand but before he can, I reach out to grab onto his shirt in a desperate attempt to force him to stay.

"Negan-" I gasp, sitting up the slightest bit but he shakes his head, quickly forcing me back down.

"Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere. Just wanted to check to make sure those shitheads are still where I put them." He laughs, craning his head to look back at the three men who lay on the ground, chest still rising in defiant breaths. "You alright?" He asks, moving his hand to settle on my waist as he watches my chest rise and fall in quivered breaths.

"I'm bleeding." I mutter and he gives me an almost 'no shit' look before examining the rest of my body, lip tucked between his teeth.

"Where?" He asks, brushing his fingers over the finger-shaped bruises on either of my arms from where the men grabbed me and forced me down to the ground.

"Hopefully not internally." I laugh, fingers prying the edge of my shirt up and Negan's eyes follow my movement, gaze hardening at the site of the vivid bruises on my lower abdomen and hips.

"Shit- let me see." His shifting forces a pained groan from my lips, his eyes tracking over the splotchy colors on my skin. He sucks in a breath and his jaw tenses, eyes briefly shutting in a poor attempt to mask his anger but I see right through him. "You're okay- you've got quite the shiner though." He forces an uneasy chuckle, reaching up to cup my cheek as his gaze flickers between my eyes.

Silence settles around us as my wheezing comes to a stop and my mouth no longer tastes metallic. I'm left instead with a pounding head and broken wrist, possibly broken ribs and internal injuries. But my main priority, my main concern, is what they'll do to Negan when he shows up with me hanging off of him, bloody and bruised.

"I'll vouch for you if they ask questions." I say sternly, giving him a firm nod but a cool smile just spreads across his lips.

"I know you will." He whispers, leaning down to press a protective kiss to my hairline. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

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sybaritick · 2 months

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ok also. yes i'm writing that little mech au oneshot in gale's POV because it makes much more sense that way and will work better for the body horror stuff but it is a little heartbreaking not to get to do gortash pov for it

i'm rattling the bars of my enclosure here because i looooooove writing his bizarre, calculating, delightfully-cruel inner voice. guys he's just so fun to write i'm diseased. random gortash pov favorites dump:

#cal txt #fandom #bg3

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thegettingbyp2 · 1 year

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I looooooove your works so much!! They're all so well written. You really draw us readers in. Amazing.

Can this one be for Aaron Tveit, if that's alright?

What if Aaron is watching a new show, and reader really stands out to him... and he develops a show crush? (Yk like how we all are for him lol) And he keeps coming back until the cast catches on

40th Time's the Charm

The moment Aaron Tveit saw you step on stage, he knew you were going to be the woman he was going to marry. He couldn’t describe it but there was something about you that just drew him in; whenever you were onstage, you were the only person he saw. Aaron found himself going to see the show continuously, every time prepared to see you after the show but chickening out every time.

It wasn’t long before your cast mates and fans were catching on to Aaron’s continuous presence at the show and a whole Twitter account had been made with the sole intention of counting the amount of times he’d been to see the show; it was the 40th time Aaron went to see the show that the two of you were actually introduced.

‘So, what do we think? Is lover boy going to be in the audience again tonight?’ your friend, Sarah, asked as the two of you sat in your dressing room as you were putting the finishing touches to your make-up before the night’s performance.

‘He’s hardly a “lover boy” is he? He never hangs around after the show or anything, I’ve never even spoken a word to him, besides, we don’t even know who he’s coming to the show for,’ you laughed lightly. Even though you feigned nonchalance, there was always an excited thrill that ran through your body when you saw Aaron in the audience. You stepped out on stage for the final time that week and you knew before even looking out into the audience that he was there.

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You stepped out of the theatre after the show, ready to go home and do absolutely nothing the following day.

‘Hey.’

You turned around to find the source of the voice and was surprised when you saw Aaron standing a couple of paces away from you, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. ‘Hey,’ you replied, a smile lighting up your face as a nervous energy filled your body as you turned around to face him.

‘You were great tonight,’ Aaron said, stepping closer to you.

‘Thank you,’ you said, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. ‘Took you long enough to come and say hi,’ you teased, causing him to blush.

‘Yeah, every time I’ve been to the show I’ve wanted to come and say hi, I’ve just been nervous.’

‘Why?’ you asked, genuinely confused as to why he’d be nervous to stop by at the end of the show.

‘Because you’re really pretty and talented, you know?’ he said bashfully, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

‘Well I’m happy you did decide to come and say hi, every time I’ve seen you in the audience, I’ve hoped that you’d come by after.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, you’re really pretty and talented too.’

Aaron let out a relieved laugh and took the final step closer to you. ‘Well I guess 40th time’s the charm then. Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?’

All of a sudden, you felt a rush of adrenaline burst through your body and going home was suddenly the last thing you wanted to do. ‘I’m free now? There’s a coffee shop that’s still open just round the corner we can go to? And then if you’re not bored of me, we can still go on that date tomorrow.’

The grin that split across Aaron’s lips caused your own smile to widen as he carefully took your hand in his, trying to gage your reaction and make sure that him holding your hand was okay. The two of you started heading in the direction you’d pointed.

‘(Y/N), I’ve been to the show 40 times, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of you.’

#aaron tveit #aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine

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