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kentoberry · 2 years

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BLESSINGS — loid forger.

pairings ⭒ loid forger x f reader.

about ⭒ baby fever sweeps the forger household.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] br33ding ⭒ mentions of alcohol ⭒ c-rvix kissing.

"are you sure about this, dear?"

"i've never been more sure of anything, loid."

that exchange was little over an hour ago, and loid couldn't resist you for a moment longer. anya had been mentioning wanting a younger sibling and (if you were honest) you too had been pondering what it would be like to have a baby in the house.

despite this, it was actually loid that had posed the question. sure, your marriage had been built on a fake precedent, but the pair of you were more than content with the way that things had played out. loid agreed that it would be delightful to have a baby with you; you and anya already gave him something he never thought that he would have, something to fight for and a visible reason for why he continued his job. however, he would be lying if he said that the thought of you, belly swollen with his baby and breasts heavy in preparation, didn't activate a possessive desire deep within him.

you'd started sharing one room, acting more affectionate towards one another, and before either of you could recognize it, you'd fallen into an actual relationship with one another. one bottle of wine and anya spending the night at a sleepover with becky was all it took for the dam of suppressed feelings to finally give way and lead to you both sleeping together. although the alcohol had left you somewhat fuzzy, you could remember staring in awe at the sight of loid's pretty cock, decorated with prominent veins and a bold, blushing tip. he was gentle with you, preparing your cunt with experienced fingers and a heavenly tongue. each touch was filled with an ethereal combination of care and lust, making you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

this time, now that loid had the goal of putting a baby in you, prior tenderness was only amplified. he wanted to see your face throughout, so he'd settled on laying you on your back and promising to treat you like a princess. as he began by wrapping his soft lips around your stiff nipples, loid couldn't help himself babbling about how pretty you would look as your tits swelled with milk for your future child.

"fuck, loid," you whined as he finally slipped the tip of his cock into you.

he had to use every ounce of self restraint not to fuck you with the rage of a feral beast, instead opting for more subdued, passionate movements. he took his sweet time bottoming out inside of you, the bulbous head of his cock kissing your cervix. drawn out whimpers and whines filled the air between you, each mumbling sweet nothings to one another. you gasped a loud started to thrust in and out of you, each stroke brushed filling you to the brim. you were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, arms outstretched in order to bring loid closer to you. he abided by your wishes, placing a tender and loving kiss to your lips. you could feel the sparks as soon as his mouth was on yours, reignited as though this was the first time that your husband had kissed you. however, loid had ulterior motives as you were growing a little bit too loud. usually, he wouldn't complain, however. . .

“careful, love,” he whispered, “we don’t want to wake her up,”

. . . your daughter was sound asleep a few rooms away. you nuzzled against loid's neck, softly nipping at his sensitive skin whilst he continued to pound into you. his arms wrapped around your waist and torso, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed flush against one another. he continued to fuck you in such an intimate position, displaying the extent of his agility as he held you close and still managed to keep up his pace.

when he groaned your name, you could tell that loid was close. filthy thoughts of his cum seeping out of your hot cunt made your walls clench and your nails synchronously dig into his muscular back. the next thing you knew, you could feel his hot pants on your neck once again.

“you’re sure about this?” he asked, showing that even in this moment he held the utmost concern for your feelings. once you reassured him that you wanted this just as much as him, a certain vigour became evident in each thrust, one that you had never seen the man possess. one of his hands slipped in between you both to seek out your swollen clit. he’d done this enough to know how you like it, what movements it would take to push you over the edge alongside him.

“loid,” you cried, resorting to chewing your bottom lip in order to prevent any other lewd sounds emerging. loid looked close to angelic above you, the low lighting of your bedroom casting a halo over his blonde locks. beads of sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, and his eyes occasionally rolled backwards in his head. the sight alone was enough to make you cum.

as loid began to feel your pussy spasm around him, he once again planted his lips on your own, muffling your heavenly moans. he didn’t stop playing with your clit, even when his own orgasm crested and his cum began to spill against your womb. you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, as well as his warm seed filling you up. the two of you held that position for a moment, with loid plugging your cunt and holding you tight. your foreheads were pressed against one another, and you couldn’t help the joyful tears that welled up in your eyes the moment that you both exchanged three sweet words.

“i love you, loid,”

“i love you too, princess.”

#kentoberryposts #spy x family loid #loid forger smut #loid smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger x y/n #loid forger x you #spy x family smut #loid forger

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williaml0ver · 3 months

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☆ <3 Naib Subedar Taking Care of Robbie ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1437

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, not proofread - as if i ever did that before

[🖇️] author's note: this was supposed to be a multiple characters post but i realized that i am NOT made for this, at least for now lmao. I will just post the other two separately soon because it's easier for me this way. 🫨

[🖇️] Maybe this would make more sense with Memory but Robbie is like my favourite hunter of course i had to take the opportunity omg... ROBBIENATION RISE

-Ever since the past week you managed to get closer to little Robbie. Whether it happened because he was fond of your kindness or you seemed like a perfect playmate he was soon all over you - he'd share candy with you and even make cards with drawings for special occasions. One day when it was already very late you've suddenly heard a few knocks on the old fashioned door of your dorm. You've slowly gotten up, trying not to wake up your lover and opened the door. It was no one else than Robbie himself holding a small plushie. Long past his bedtime. He started explaining he's got nightmares and is scared to sleep alone today, later asking if he could join you two. If you didn't share your room you'd immediately agree, however, in this case you need to ask your boyfriend for consent.

-Naib is suddenly awoken by you, asking what's so important at this ungodly hour? Once the question's finally asked he feels confused, noticing the little boy standing behind with a "mom i just throw up" face.

-Has a hesitant stance at first. Sure, he's noticed you two started spending more time lately, but for you to be babying the boy already? He would be suggesting bringing him back to Michiko or Luchino, but the stone hearted mercenery eventually gives in after you convince him.

-When the three of you finally lay together, you are in between them since Naib prefered to be next to you, he holds you by your waist and meanwhile you hold Robbie. Naib also stays up a little longer to see both of you fall asleep, both because he just wants to look at you and make sure no tricks are being pulled. Seems like the axe boy really enjoyed sleeping together, as he loves visiting for little sleepovers from time to time. This doesn't bug the merc as much, but he still may feel a little, just a little jealous.

-Why would a man slowly pushing thirty be jealous of a small child you ask? Naib thought so as well, but when he saw you both drawing silly stuff on paper he felt somewhat envious. Just when you thought the most secretive, independent, straightforward person under this roof would never loose his cool around you, he sits next to you and starts drawing a wacky stickman.

-Ever since his sleepovers became a frequent thing, Naib is often choosen to be on babysitting duty. Sometimes with you, sometimes alone.

-I can see them having bit of a rough start at some point? Like Naib wanting to distance himself rather than be around Robbie, yet making sure he is around. He'd eye him to make sure you're not being hurt. This small boy, on the other hand, would be ecstatic to finally crack the mercernary's tough shell, the one who's making sure his playmate is safe in bed. With your help, Robbie would like to get closer to Naib, he quickly develops a big fascination with the green hooded man.

-You'd have to start slow and be patient, maybe ask Robbie to help you make lunch for the three of you and later eat together? Naib would begin recognizing the child's good intentions and eventually lets his guard down around.

-Once the adaptation is done, Naib definitely would receive the Cool Uncle™️ title without much effort and be constantly bugged by Robbie pleading him to show some cool tricks he does with his weapons. And well, Naib could be a hesitant one. You may as well step in to beg too, because how can he resist those four cute eyes? (Okay not quite if we think of Robbie but let's go on) The look in Robbie's eyes? Priceless. As if someone put diamonds in his eyes. Seeing the boy being so excited about something so ordinary to him actually boosts his ego and show some dangerous-leaning stuff, you may want to step in. Naib will soon realize that being the Cool Uncle™️ is not an easy task.

-They soon become some kind of partners in crime. Robbie discovers Naib from a totally diffrent side, he's mature, but he can also be a huge tease. He is certainly not the most talkative man, though is providing a lot of security. Naib is even willing to share some of his food of it and sometimee sneaks candies in Robbie's pocket when you're not looking.

-You'd often have to be the voice of reasons between them, as Naib's ego sometimes raises over the roof when showing off to Robbie.

-Eventually, they start spending so much time together that whenever someone spots either of them alone, they ask where the other one is. Naib feels secretly very proud of Robbie.

-One day, to your surprise, he even allowed him to wear his cape. You have a photo of him as mini Naib holding a toy knife standing on your bedroom desk.

-Robbie's personal favourite drawing is the one where he and Naib are in knight armors rescuing you from a dragon.

-Robbie's a curious child. You can't call it a day if you haven't seen him pulling the Merc by his hood and asking for yet another cool story. Naib would either make them up or just slightly modify his stories from the military.

-A lot of field trips! Naib would like to show Robbie some useful tricks, like what to do when you get lost. You, at first, thought that was a cute idea, until Robbie began climbing up random furniture. Robbie once showed you some usefk knife defence tricks that he was taught by your boyfriend, much to your horror. That man is raising a little monster.

-You once decided to go with them for one of those trips. Just out of curiosity. When you went to the toilet alone for a few minutes, Naib started teaching Robbie some fighting moves. Let's say you were terrified when you came back.

-Robbie enjoys when he is picked up by the older man. He likes to put on oversized coats he borrowed from Luchino and go to him, pretending to trick him into thinking that he has grown so quickly.

-They DO enjoy pulling pranks. And when think they would spare you and do it to others, you're actually their main victim.

-Naib specifically learnt a few "magic tricks" to show Robbie. Boy he was shocked.

-They both get overcompetitive when playing hide and seek. You always pray you're the one hiding because when it's the other way around it may take up to an HOUR, after the merc taught Robbie how to discretly switch hiding spots, much to your annoyance.

-Robbie picks up some of Naib's behaviour. Robbie seldom answer with a very sarcastic and ironic tone. You and Naib had a talk that day.

-As much as Robbie doesn't mean anything bad, he can sometimes get too brave and say something mildly offensive to you. Naib wouldn't hesitate to confront him about it and command to apologize.

-Robbie's very hyperactive, so whether Naib is reading a book or working out with Eli, he would constantly have a pair of small legs following him and asking what he's up to.

-They both like bonding over making food. If Robbie finds anything intriguing him in a cookbook it's only a matter of time until you see them picking up the indegredients together to surprise you. Naib let's him pick anything he wants for the dessert.

-Naib would teach Robbie how to prepare some easy and safe to make meals so he could feed himself on his own <3.

-During his solo babysitting duty, although caring, Naib can be strict. He secretly worries a lot and would not hesitate to send him back to the hunters' part of the manor as temporary punishment. Michiko learned to take advantage of that and would allow him to go back if he helped the butlers and maids do the cleaning.

-I can see Naib being the "go ask your mother" kind of person 😭. Also not very adequate to the era, but he would totally ask the kid if he has any cool games on his phone, just so he could get distracted and Naib could spend some time with you.

-As much as the mercenary likes Robbie, it does annoy him sometimes how he now has less private time just with you.

-Ultimately, while at first seeming closed off, Naib actually becomes very fond of him and is ready to protect him. Robbie meanwhile likes to show Naib how much he loves both of you.

I don't know what to put here... i'm posting this while listening to Shakira songs... besides the Robbie mini series with Ganji and William (half finished!) i will soon start working on date scenerios with Luchino and Kevin for valentine day yay!!!! If any of my loyal and beloved eight followers is reading this i love you guys i'm swinging my feet goodnight

#idv #idv x reader #identity v #idv hcs #naib subedar #naib subedar x reader #naib subedar headcanons #idv headcanons #idv axe boy #idv robbie #idv robbie white

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floralcyanide · 7 months

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hii welcome back 💗 can you do headcannons for obsessive stalker Jackson Rippner (go wild with this one) , thank youu 🌷

Jackson Rippner Headcanons

Jackson Rippner x Reader

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✺ it was innocent at first. he spotted you at the airport and quietly followed you all the way to your parked car. he asked for a ride to the front of the airport, to which you answered that you weren't a taxi cab, but did it anyway. he was handsome and seemed safe.

✺ what you didn't know was, your parking receipt had your full name on it from the credit card purchase. with that, he could easily find where resided. and he did once he got home.

✺ from then on, Jackson became utterly obsessed with you. he thought you were very attractive and had a wonderful personality- from the short period he was in the car with you. but he's learned so much about you just from watching you go in and out of your apartment. your MySpace also had a lot of valuable information on it.

✺ it was a common practice for Jackson to sit outside your apartment building in his basic, unassuming vehicle. sometimes you'd forget to close the blinds or have them up with the curtains open when you'd get undressed. so Jackson had a brilliant view of your body.

✺ Jackson wasn't normally the type to get off on seeing someone naked- he did get off on the fact you were naked and didn't know he could see you, though. so one day, he sneaks his hand into his pants. and after that, every time he'd come to "visit" you, he'd beat one off. it became a habit of sorts.

✺ the day you finally noticed him, six months had passed without issue for Jackson. but today, he fucked up. he could see you on your bed clearly through the window, and you were exploring yourself with your hands. it gave Jackson a very intense orgasm seeing you touch yourself; so intense that he fell asleep in the driver's seat.

✺ when he awoke, it was beginning to become daylight. he had slept all night. he realizes why he woke up very suddenly: there was someone knocking on the window. Jackson looks up, and it's you. he has to do a double-take before realizing his fly was still very much down.

✺ you start laughing at him, arms crossed as you shake your head. you had finally caught him red-handed. Jackson, very rudely but in an embarrassed fashion, asks why you're laughing. to which you answer, "now it's my turn to see you vulnerable." a haunted look crosses Jackson's face, how long had you known he was watching? he didn't even have to ask out loud before you say, "oh. I knew a month in. I know all my neighbors' cars and knew yours was no one of theirs. one night, I recognized you when some headlights flashed across your face."

✺ Jackson is shocked about you knowing and not caring that he'd been stalking you for months. a part of you knows it's wrong, but another part of you is flattered that someone would spend so much time watching everything you did. even more flattered at the fact Jackson was secretly too shy to ever say a word to your face and would rather be hunched in his car. it's even more attractive knowing what he was doing while hunched in the car.

✺ you invite him upstairs to shower and make him promise not to snoop while you are getting dressed for work. he honors your wishes and quickly showers as you're getting ready. before he dips, he leaves his number on your kitchen counter. he manages to sneak out before you're on your way to work. when you notice the number on the counter, you smile to yourself. hey, at least he didn't kill you, right?

✺ that night, Jackson isn't there for the first time in half a year, which makes you a little sad. but to your surprise, you come inside your apartment to flower pedals and candles everywhere. while Jackson was in your apartment that morning, he made a mold of your house key that hung from the hook by the front door. how romantic.

#jackson rippner #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner fanfiction #jackson rippner fanfic #jackson rippner fic #headcanon #headcanons #red eye #red eye 2005 #jackson rippner one shot #jackson rippner imagine #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy one shot #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fic #floralcyanide writes

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sweetfire01 · 1 year

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Touch (Yandere!Diavolo)

TW: Non-con touching (not in a sexual way)

Words: 1.600

Diavolo loves to bath you. If there's one thing he loves, other than you, it's the evening routine. If there's one thing you absolutely hate, other than him, it's that.

It's something you couldn't never be able to bear. it's worse than the morning you spend locked in his room while the prince is busy with his RAD duties. At first you would have spent all your time trying to escape but no matter how hard you tried, the door wouldn't kicked down, the window wouldn't open and not even the breakfast dishes (brought by Barbatos while you slept) would break, depriving you of that one little rebellion you could make against him, while you looked at all the leftovers of the meal scattered on the floor. At one point you decided to focus your attention on the books that Diavolo had given you in the early days and, as much as you hated to admit it, they console you in some way: you manage to distract yourself for a while, varying your reading from fables to treatises philosophy, from books of the human world to a very ancient copy of the Bible from the Celestial Realm. Now more than ever you understood why Satan (ugh, Satan!) loves to read so much. It's always painful when the prince comes to fetch you for lunch, the illusion that you're traveling to some distant land shattered by the stark reality of being a prisoner in a castle under the loving care of its owner, away from the brothers and your friends.

He cheerily greets you, talking about how much he missed you, how much he wanted to be with you but, alas, he couldn't; all while showering you with kisses on your head, your forehead, your cheeks. You would have tried to shake him off but he is stronger than you, you can do nothing like usual but stay still and take them.

And if you hate those manifestations of affection, the afternoon would be worse: forced to sit on his lap, his arm around your waist, while he compiles documents after documents regarding some matter of the Devildom, commenting on the various papers and on the decisions to be made. And you have to stay there, feeling that hand gently massaging your side, tickling it from time to time to make you laugh as if you were having fun, as if you were happy. One of the first days, when you were still too tense to relax against his chest, he'd tried putting on some background music, hoping that it would loosen your nerves a bit. But when you recognized the melody, one of the pieces from the Devildom Symphony Orchestra you have heard so long ago with Solomon, the prince had the opposite effect. You started squirming, screaming, calling him with bad names and he had no choice but to take you back to his room, tying you to the bed with those awful chains he would pull out from time to time when "you're feeling confused and need some time to calm down." It took more than an hour before he came back to free you, gently wiping away the tears that remained on your cheeks as you closed your eyes, too tired to face him: your throat burning from how much you screamed, your ankle aching from all the tugging you'd done trying to free yourself from the chain that forced you to lie down in bed, not being able to get up for how short it was. That day Barbatos brought you dinner directly to your room, not wanting you to try too hard and returning to his master who, to your surprise, left you alone for the rest of the evening. However, on a normal day, things would have been different. After a happy dinner where you always hope to choke to death with a mouthful of food (which would never happen since the butler makes sure to bring you the carefully cut meal) it would be time for the evening routine.

And no, you couldn't stand it. Unfortunately Diavolo, much to your disappointing, loves it. He loves undress you while his butler fills the tub with warm water and some strange, luxurious soap. He loves placing his hands first on your hips and then on your chest to take off your shirt, on your legs as he pulls down your pants, close to your groin to remove your underwear. Every time he touches you there you can't help but tremble and get so scared. He has never touched you in a sexual way and never will if you don't feel ready, he always repeats it to you as he feels you stiffen against his touch. But you don't trust him, not since he locked you up in his castle, your prison.

Once you are naked in front of him and Barbatos has finished preparing everything, the prince starts taking off his clothestoo and together you enter the large tub. You do everything not to lower your gaze. Obviously he keeps you next to him, so he can wash your hair first and then the rest of your body. And to hug you. And to relax togeter. And to keep you next to him simply because he wants to and can do it. The comments about how you was able to wash yourself and that the tub was big enough for the two of you, so really, you didn't need to be so close to each other, were useless. Diavolo had simply laughed but, as frustrated as it may have made you, you quickly learned to be grateful for it. At least he didn't pushed you under the water like he did a couple of times when you fought more. He left you in that position for less than 30 seconds but each time it felt like an eternity for you, the water entering your nostrils as you wriggled for some air. And when he brought you back up you were too exhausted to fight any longer, letting him sponge your body, speaking about how you were a good dear now and how everything could be easier and more painless if only you didn't rebel so much. After you step out of the tub, he gently dries you with soft towels, a large one wrapped around you to keep you warm, another wrapped around your hair and scrubbed by him, drying them as your bowed head presses against his chest. Once you are both dry, Diavolo dresses himself in a pair of boxers and trousers, a shirt only if he's cold but it's very rare for that to happen. But you don't have clothes. Stay naked like this. Because there is his favorite phase.

Lying on your back on the bed, his and your bed, he puts you a lotion "recommended by Asmo, who told me it will make your skin soft and hydrated". His hands run along your body, over your skin, taking their time massaging each small portion. Starting from your neck, going down your shoulders and arms, stroking your fingers. And then coming up to go to your chest this time, he purrs as you tense under his touch, his hands too too close to your nipples. But he never touches them. Instead, he keeps going down, onto your stomach and hips. And further down. Hands are on your hip. Even further down. Now you feel them moving up your thigh. And then a little more in the center. On your inner thighs. Too close to your genitals. But he never touches them. He spreads the lotion on your legs and feet, a massage that could also be relaxing if it weren't for your situation. But maybe, deep down, you find yourself relaxing a little bit. Especially after he turns you on your stomach, your privates no longer exposed. And when he starts touching your shoulder blades, the upper back and the lower back, and then coming back up, taking longer than necessary to rub the lotion on you. He makes sure all the knots are undone as his big hands roam over you and, when he notices they are, he doesn't stop but continues to massage you some more. It's a good feeling, you feel at ease and relaxed. But you know it shouldn't be like this. There are days when you fall asleep, waking up after an hour under the sheets, dressed with you pajama, watching the prince finish whatever work he has to do. Other times you wake up and he's beside you, eyes closed but you never know if he's really asleep or not. In any case, you turn away. That's the best you can do with his arm around you. And then there are other times as well, where you lie awake and he lays down next to you, for a sweet cuddle session. Because he wants them and he will get them. Even if it's a simple unrequited snuggle. You hate the evening routine because it makes you feel exposed, vulnerable. But also relaxed when you shouldn't. And Diavolo instead loves it because it makes you feel relaxed and docile. More docile than you were in the early days. One day you will return his hugs and kisses. One day you won't turn away while you sleep. But right now he's content to touch you and feel your warmth. Because he can do it.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me diavolo #yandere diavolo

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imagobin · 1 month

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Hiii!:) can you do head canons for the Zoldyck Siblings that have a sibling who is about 15 so like middle child sorta who always try’s to care for each sibling they have and is still is very skilled assassin and try’s to hold everything together please 😋

Omg okay I love this idea, just a poor 15 year old trying their best fhgk Thank you for requesting this, I'm gonna have lots of fun! Dividing this in sections, with what the Reader does for each sibling and their opinions on them!

🔯Being the Zoldyck's middle child HCs🔯

🪡Illumi🪡

Illumi is always working hard for the family, often taking on the most jobs, no matter how far they are. He doesn't show any sign of exhaustion, but you can always tell when your brother is feeling tired.

He takes a bit more time to reply during conversations, his footsteps actually make sound, his usually perfect hair has some strands out of place... you notice it all.

Seeing your brother overworking himself is really saddening for you, so you try to do small things for Illumi whenever you can: you ask him if there's any hit job you could handle instead of him "keeping them all to himself", you get him his favorite drink or snack... when you see him looking particularly stressed, you even offer to braid or brush his hair, and he's often taken off guard by this. "You want to brush my hair...? Hm, that does sound nice..."

Illumi doesn't know why you do all this stuff for him (he still hasn't caught on that you can see his fatigue), but he's really grateful for it, especially the hair-brushing; that always manages to calm his nerves like nothing else, it even makes him sleepy!

Needless to say, he's very proud of you as well. Your talent for assassination is undeniable, which is why he often agrees to hand a couple of his jobs over to you; he knows you can handle them.

Killua will always be his favorite sibling, but you also hold a special place in his heart since you seem to care so much about him.

He does however have a small tendency to still treat you like a little kid, giving you head pats and such when you've done a good job with an assassination, or to simply thank you.

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🎮Milluki🎮

Needless to say, you rarely ever see Milluki leave his room, and nobody seems to be worried about that. You do though. You're always wondering what he might be doing in there, and if he's doing okay.

Honestly the rest of your family kind of acts as if he doesn't exist, unless they need something from him.

Milluki seems pretty used to this by now, so whenever you want to hang out with him, he just wonders why, or if you might have some ulterior motive. "W-wouldn't you rather go play with Kil? I'm busy here! ... though I guess I could make an exception-"

Of course, you just want to keep your brother company, plus, he's genuinely very fun to spend time with! You guys play games together, watch anime and eat snacks to your heart's content, nothing better than that for a chill afternoon.

He'd NEVER admit it right in front of you, but man, he loves when you visit him. He feels like you're the only person in the family he can talk about his interests to without being made fun of.

Milluki is a little bit jealous of your assassin skills, but doesn't really let that bother him, mostly because despite that, you don't act like you're better than him, you actually recognize his skills too, so there's like- mutual respect between the two of you.

He doesn't really take missions that require leaving the house anymore, but... he might give in if you were the one asking, he feels like you'd make a pretty good team with his brains and your brawn.

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🪀Killua🪀

You and Killua are very close in age, you basically grew up together! So of course you two would be very close.

Among your brothers, he's definitely the most fun to hang out with. He's the outdoorsy type, which means that whenever you meet up, there's always adventures to be had, and sometimes... pranks to be pulled.

You're a bit more level-headed than him, since you're older, but you don't always manage to keep him out of trouble, which predictably isn't something your mother approves of. You're always getting scolded, because you should be setting an example for Killua, not encourage his rebellious side!

Killua finds the way Kikyo scolds you pretty annoying. "Who cares about what she wants? At least you're not boring like everyone else here!"

He also doesn't really understand why you still spend so much time with Illumi and Milluki, he not jealous, but would definitely love to know what pushes you to be so nice to them, especially Illumi.

You've explained your reasoning countless times: it's because you're family! You need to take care of each other, otherwise things might go wrong... he feels like you might be too nice. Not that it's a bad thing, just like Alluka, you bring him a sort of familial comfort that nobody else has there, which makes visiting home more bearable.

When Killua was still working as an assassin, he'd always be excited to go on missions with you. You two just get each other like that, and the job would always be completed flawlessly.

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🧸Alluka🧸

Your parents always advise you against visiting Alluka, but do tou listen to them? Nope. Of course you're going to visit your little sister! She's always in that room on her own, you don't want her to feel lonely!

You play pretend with her, have cute tea parties with her plushies, and of course, say yes to anything she demands, which are usually very easy things, because you never take advantage of her wish-granting ability, and basically nobody else makes wishes to her anymore, because they're all too scared of her powers.

You always ask for something simple, like a hug, and she's always happy to comply.

Both her and Nanika are very happy that you visit them, and that you accept her for who she is. "You know, whenever you visit me- it makes me soooo happy I could explode!" You are definitely her favorite along with Killua.

You interacting so often with her has also given your parents a better understanding of her power, making them less scared of her, though they still don't allow her outside on her own, for fear that someone might misuse her ability.

She still explores the world with Killua, but whenever those two visit Kukuroo mountain, she's always extremely happy to see you again.

She's also very impressed with your skills as an assassin, and always jokes around, saying if Killua doesn't want to be the heir, you could be a candidate.

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🪭Kalluto🪭

Kalluto is your youngest brother, so you feel pretty protective towards him.

He's often got this sort of melancholic aura around him, because he'd really want Killua to pay attention to him, but the white haired boy never does. He's a little bit jealous of you, because of how much you two hang out, but not too much, because he sees you also making the same effort with the rest of your siblings, him included.

When you see him looking a bit gloomy, you always offer to play with him, though he doesn't really know how to play a lot of outdoors games. He'll try to convince you he's okay with playing anything you want, but that's because he doesn't want to bore you.

You insist on doing what HE wants to do though. Your determination to let him choose what he wants to do makes him really happy, even if he doesn't really show it.

His idea of fun is always something pretty relaxing; his main hobby is making origami and paper dolls, and that's usually what you two end up doing. He's really good at both those things, and gets a bit embarrassed if you compliment him on that. "I-it's just a dragon origami... nothing too complex... ... thanks though"

He looks up to you, for being young and already so skilled, you're a natural with the family business.

You're always a bit concerned whenever he goes on missions with the Phantom Troupe, but you have noticed he's become more talkative since he's joined them.

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#hxh #hxh headcanons #headcanon requests #hunter x hunter #zoldyck headcanons #zoldyck siblings #zoldyck #zoldyck family #the zoldyck family #illumi zoldyck #milluki zoldyck #killua zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #kalluto zoldyck #illumi #milluki #killua #kalluto #alluka

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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If u have time do you mind doing a angst w/ Denji like we’re his best friend and we are reminding him how terrible Makima is but he don’t listen.You can end it how ever you want like you can kill the y/n at the end or smth I just want something sad.

| pairing: denji x gn!reader (platonic)

| warnings: chainsaw man manga spoilers. angst. cursing. reader death.

| wc: 1k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @aki-and-saltfish

a/n: i tried my best :( i can write another one if you want that's more specific :( sowwy *cries*

you chased after him a couple of steps before stopping yourself in front of the door where he leaned down to pull the back of his shoe so that he could slide his foot in easily. "denji, you shouldn't."

he rolled his eyes. "it's not the worst thing in the world."

"denji, she's using you!"

"so what?" he asked calmly, like it truly didn't matter a single bit.

"makima's not a good person, denji. you know what she did to--"

he suddenly glared at you, stomping his right foot into his shoe to get it to fit comfortably before he stood tall, his face level with yours. "i told you not to talk about it."

you tried to reach out to hold his shoulders, but denji dodged, turning to open the door. for a moment, you watched him leave. he slammed the door shut behind him and you could hear him storming off, all while you were standing there, looking around at the mess the two of you had made while doing stupid shit all night to lift denji's spirits. you made him all of his favorite snacks. the both of you made a pillow fort that spanned throughout the entire apartment. he decided to shred up some of photos of your exes he found when he was bored. things were knocked over from playing chase. the entire night had been spent making wonderful memories with the guy you considered to be your best friend since you were born-- even though you two had lost contact for a few years and had only recently reconnected when he got a job as a devil hunter.

but now he was choosing her over you.

even after everything he told you while hiding in your arms, sobbing, he was going back to makima, the person who had used him and made his life a living hell. you thought that you had knocked some sense into him when you told him how toxic she was. you thought he recognized that she was worse than toxic waste.

but when he got bored with you, he got up to declare that he was going to visit makima and ask if he could spend his birthday with her. not you. his best friend. the person who could actually take care of him.

after a minute or so, you decided to chase after him again; but he was long gone. you peeked over the railing over your apartment floor to find denji crossing the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze leading him straight towards the nearby train station.

so you followed.

you left a bit of space between you and denji so that he wouldn't catch you, because you knew that if you confronted him or he caught you, it would only end up in an argument where he'd continue to disagree that makima was a bad person all because she was beautiful, while you would maintain your stance that if he hung out with makima any more, he'd die sooner than later. an argument like that would end up nowhere. you'd be upset and denji would still go to her. so the only solution was to see this woman, makima, for yourself, and to confront her instead of denji, to see what her real intentions with him was, and to see if she really was half as bad as you assumed.

he arrived at makima's apartment only a minute before you did. your trail was tight enough that you managed to sneak in through the door he opened for you, and once you saw which floor his elevator was landing on, you dashed up the stairwell to see if you could meet him up there. it was close, but you managed it. and when he knocked on the door, you stayed around the corner until she opened it to greet him then he stepped inside. you waited a minute to gather your courage before waltzing right up for makima's front door. you hesitated. maybe denji was right... maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world...

no...

you knew what she did to denji. you knew what she was capable of. there was a lot you didn't understand about devil hunting and the politics that were involved in it, but what you did know was denji and how easy it was to manipulate a gullible boy like him. makima was a smart woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

so you knocked.

"oh, denji-kun," you heard makima coo inside, "that'll be the guest i was telling you about. won't you open the door for me?"

denji barked. barked... like a dog...

and then he opened the door.

you saw him standing there, his smile drifting from his face when he realized that it was you and not whichever guest they were waiting for; and then his eyes turned from pouting to panicking when he felt makima hovering over his shoulder. she was smiling innocently at you.

"you must be denji's friend. we were waiting for you," she said.

denji looked over his shoulder, confused.

"i know everything, remember, denji-kun? i even know about your friends you try to hide from me. i know about the things you say about me. and i know that your lovely friend here is worried about you-- so much so that they're willing to steal you away from me..." makima frowned. "i can't let anyone take my precious pet away..."

denji started pushing at your shoulders to insist that you walk back the way you came, but you held true, staring makima down.

"they did'na know any better," denji pleaded desperately with makima. "they're just worried about me! no one's gonna take me away!"

makima was still frowning. "i need loyal pets, denji-kun."

"i am loyal!"

you pulled denji's arm until he stumbled out of the doorway. "enough of this bullshit."

makima glared at you.

"denji's not a pet. he's a person-- a good person-- who deserves far better than the likes of you. we're leaving--"

one second, makima was raising her arm while holding up a finger-gun. the next, she was disappointedly cooing to denji, "you should have been more loyal, denji-kun." then one second after that, she whispered calmly, "bang."

denji cried out just as it went off, but it was too late by then.

#op #drabble #ask #denji #chainsaw man #denji angst #chainsaw man angst #chainsaw man manga #chainsaw man manga spoilers #chainsaw man manga spoiler

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kittywritesfics · 1 year

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and the spring day came at last

🐶puppy hybrid!jungkook x gangster!jimin

🏷️ in which mob boss jimin is seeking companionship and shelter hybrid jungkook has lost hope of ever finding a good home.

❗️references to gang violence perpetrated by jimin; hybrid mistreatment, specifically use of shock collars, though NOT perpetrated by jimin; hurt 'n' sad puppy boy koo but he eventually gets love ‘n’ care i promise <3

Romance always bloomed with the cherry blossoms, and Jimin was determined not to spend another spring alone.

It was difficult finding true companionship as a businessman who ran the underside of Seoul’s economy, but there truly was nothing that money could not buy and Jimin had long-since earned wealth in excess. Though expensive, a hybrid would be the perfect companion as they technically could never leave him and would be grateful for whatever shred of affection he managed to show.

When it came down to it, there really was no way Jimin could've gotten his hybrid anywhere other than Seoul's Second Chances. While he could easily adopt the rarest and best-trained breeds, there was something undeniably cruel to him about leaving sentient beings to wither away with the dying hope of being rehoused. Even he, with his bloody hands and cold reputation, could recognize that.

So there he was, the only customer in the huge shelter that opened after-hours for the CEO. Most of the hybrids were fast asleep in their tiny, cell-like rooms, but sniffling on the other side of door forty-three had him pausing. This was the only room without a window for potential adopters to peek through, and there was a strange red tag tied around the handle. This door had more locks secured to the outside than even the exotics' a few aisles back.

Jimin stopped walking.

"Oh! Mr. Park, sir, he’s nothing to consider. I can wake up some of the other hybrids if you'd like?" The owner said, noticing where his attention had drifted. The owner was human just as Jimin, but something about him was strongly reminiscent of a weasel. "We have some very well behaved Main Coons and Labradors just down the hall. Domestics are perfect for first-time owners."

If anything, his vague dissuasion had Jimin only further interested in what, who, lied beyond this door. Visions of a grizzly the size of Namjoon or a pit viper more poisonous than Yoongi flashed before his eyes, and he felt the intrigue growing.

"Tell me about this one," He ordered, pointing a ringed finger toward the mysterious door number forty-three.

The owner squirmed, obviously not liking where the conversation was headed.

"He’s a mutt, sir. A dog with no distinguishing characteristics other than his hostility. He’s a biter and will never be rehomed because of it. A very bad boy all around. We're keeping him here until the President finally passes the bill to put down dangerous hybrids. Now, if you'd like me to wake up—"

Jimin was a man who enjoyed challenges, and being denied one so blatantly did not sit well with him, nor did the clear lack of a second chance this unnamed hybrid was given. Wasn't that this shelter's whole brand? So what if the mutt was vicious; wasn't it their job to train it out of him?

Besides, maybe Jimin could make do with a mean beast of a hybrid. Most of his dealings were.... Less than savory and not exactly above board, so perhaps a guard dog would be the perfect replacement for Hoseok. He'd grown tired of seeing his good friend laying his life on the line for him everyday.

"I want to see this one," he said, an air of finality in his voice.

This was the tone he used when making offers no one could refuse, and the owner seemed to realize that. He nodded without another word, pulling a set of keys from his belt and a small remote out of his pocket. As he began unlocking an unnerving amount of bolts, the owner passed the remote to Jimin.

"You can press the red button for three seconds if he tries to bite, Mr. Park. I advise against any sudden movements or close contact, and there shouldn't be a problem. Knock when you're ready to come out," he explained quickly, as if he was ready for Jimin to take a look at the mutt and move on to a real sale.

What a prick. If he wasn't inches from the nameless, faceless hybrid that had captured his attention by reputation alone, Jimin would've decked him. That was saying something: the CEO didn't like to get his hands dirty; his rings were too expensive to bloody up. As soon as the heavy metal door creaked open, Jimin couldn't resist going inside, curiosity at an all time high.

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.

The owner had shut him in with the supposed wild beast, but Jimin merely felt like he was in Namjoon's bedroom. It was monk-like with no decor or personal items like he'd seen in other rooms, but books were stacked high against the wall. His eyes caught on a few titles atop the piles, and he was confused to see the most boring assortment of texts possible. It was as if the hybrid's collection was intentionally devoid of anything that could be pleasurable or stimulating.

Other than the books, there was only a single mattress on the floor, so flat it was barely inches from the ground. Atop the mattress was the supposed aggressive, hopeless, bloodthirsty biter.

Two furry ears flopped across a tangled mess of dark hair, just visible from where the majority of the hybrid was cocooned in one of the standard issue blankets he'd noticed in every room. Large doe eyes peeked out at Jimin from a gap in the fabric, and the dark pools were sadder than any he'd ever seen before. Something like alarm and fear swirled within them, and as Jimin stepped further into the room, the blanket tightened around the small form perched atop the mattress. He looked like a child, a pup, and a terrified one at that.

"Hello," Jimin said evenly, allowing a rare ounce of kindness to warm his tone.

The hybrid made no move to speak, and, acting on impulse, Jimin sat down directly on the floor. His Brioni suit trousers had never touched anything as grimy as the cold tile of this hybrid's cell, but the act of ease was one made instinctively. Perhaps the little thing wouldn't tremor so violently if he wasn't being towered over.

"My name is Park Jimin, and I'm looking for a friend to come home with me," he explained politely when the silence had stretched too long.

The smile on his face was a foreign thing, but he knew from his mother's cooing that it made him look much softer. So he simply beamed at the unidentifiable mass on the bed, refusing to speak another word until the hybrid did. His intentions had to become clear when the room grew uncomfortably silent and he didn't move to break it.

The hybrid shuffled slightly, peering down at him with mistrust and a little bit of what looked like awe. Finally, a very timid voice sung out from beneath the bundles of fabric.

"Bad dogs can’t have friends, sir," he said, the words spoken in such a way that Jimin knew he was repeating something he'd been told before, maybe many times. The hurt tenor in his voice sent a pang straight through Jimin's heart of ice.

Jimin got the sense that this puppy wanted a friend very, very much.

At this, the smile Jimin had painted on his face dimmed. Ever so gently, he asked, "And why do you think you're a bad dog, hm? You sound rather polite to me."

The hybrid's eyes left him for the first time, peering down shamefully at the floor. For a moment, Jimin thought he wouldn't answer. They both knew he had been told about the hybrid’s history of biting, but for some reason, Jimin wanted to hear it from the pup himself. Someone so quiet and shy couldn't be a vicious creature like he'd been made out to be. It just wasn't adding up.

"Only bad dogs bite their owners," the dog mumbled softly, hastily adding, "sir" to the end of his confession.

Surprise jolted through Jimin's chest as he realized tears were rapidly welling up in the puppy’s dark eyes. Living with the brand of a bad dog was killing him, that much was obvious. Jimin could practically hear his heart break as he spoke. The man's instincts were rarely wrong, and Jimin's were telling him that this hybrid was a very good boy indeed.

"Why did you bite your owner?" He asked softly, trying his best to avoid sounding judgmental.

Though most of his face was still covered, Jimin could hear the pout in his voice as he said, "He pressed the button too much, sir."

Jimin didn't understand until the hybrid’s eyes flicked at the remote loosely held between his fingers, looking away quickly after like the sight alone hurt him. Still, Jimin didn't know what his words or the remote meant. He said as much, and the pup hesitated for a very long time. Those big eyes looked over every inch of his face for a few stretched moments before apparently finding what he was hoping for. What it was, Jimin hadn't a clue.

Jimin had seen men get their brains blown out more times than he cared to think about, but nothing had ever disturbed him more than the sight revealed to him when the hybrid unraveled himself from the blanket. The fabric pooled around his hips to unveil an oversized jumper drowning tense shoulders and clenched fists, but what really got his attention was the heavy black collar fastened around the pup’s slender throat. Unlike the other collars he'd seen on hybrids, this one had a small box on the side, and Jimin assumed it was responsible for the violently red and purple ring burned into the hybrid’s pale skin.

Jimin dropped the remote like it burned his fingers, and the hybrid flinched at the sound of it clattering against the floor.

They'd put an electric shocking collar on this little puppy boy, a device that was rarely used for the most feral of predators. If Jimin were anyone else, he would be sick or maybe cry. But he was Park Jimin, and all he wanted to do was burn down the world. Maybe he would, after his hybrid was safely holed up in his penthouse suite, far from any danger that could ever befall him again. Yes, that sounded like a grand idea; coming home to the sweet pup after tearing apart everyone who had ever mistreated a defenseless thing like him.

"I think I see now," he said quietly, and he did. He saw it all quite clearly. "You've been very polite when speaking to me, and I can see it in your eyes that you're a good puppy. It's your previous owner who was bad, and the man who runs this shelter is bad, too. Is that right? I don't think you have it in you to be a bad dog, baby."

He was right, of course, and, almost in disbelief, the hybrid affirmed his words with an eager nod. His black ears flapped with the movement and Jimin was hopelessly endeared. More tears spilled down the pup’s cheeks as he looked at Jimin like he was an angel sent from heavens he'd almost started to believe weren't real. How could the sheltered hybrid know that sitting before him was the devil himself? But from the way this puppy boy regarded Jimin, nothing could make him believe the actual, ugly truth.

The longer he stared, those tears turned into tiny rivulets trickling down his red cheeks. Jimin fought the urge to wipe them away, suspecting that he’d never let the poor thing go when they finally touched.

"Do you want to come home with me? You'll never have to wear a collar like that again. All you'll have to do is be the good puppy I know you are," Jimin said softly, almost crooning at the hybrid. "I'll take the best care of you. You'll be so happy and safe, forever."

Jimin was saying the words quite clearly, but they were foreign in his voice. Never before had he spoken so warmly to anyone, let alone a hybrid he'd met minutes ago. The fury he felt at the realization of these circumstances had given way to something strange and much more terrifying. An overwhelming sense of affection had gripped his heart when the boy nodded so desperately at his first question. He'd been treated so poorly, so unfairly, and yet he could still look with eyes that twinkled like stars; he looked that way at Jimin.

Yes, Jimin was determined for this to work out, and he always got what he wanted.

"Yes, sir, please. Please wanna go with you," he answered so quietly it was a mere whisper. The response was nearly drowned out by the sound of dull thumping just behind him, and as Jimin stood, he saw the long black tail wagging with excitement. It nearly sent him back to the floor, knees threatening to give out.

Fondness for the sweet little thing warmed his body so genuinely that it came as a shock. In the span of one short conversation, this hybrid had melted the icy shield around his heart and wiggled his way in. If he didn't step outside to get a grip on himself right then, Jimin knew he would do something irrational like sweep the puppy into a hug and murmur promises of all the good things to come.

"Good. I'd like that very much," Jimin said sincerely, understating just how overwhelming his want was. "And no more calling me sir, please. I'm your Jiminie, and you're my good puppy. Do you have another name you want me to call you?”

The puppy wiggled a little bit at the praise and said shyly, “My name’s Jungkookie, b-but I like it lots when—when you call me ‘good puppy.’”

The admission sent a pretty pink blush rising up to the pup’s cheeks, and Jimin hummed in satisfaction.

“Well, good puppy, pick out your favorite books; we're going home."

Jimin's promises were golden and even more rare because he never broke them. The hybrid smiled so brightly it nearly stole his breath, the utter joy emanating from him so pure and all because of him. Yes, they would stay like this forever. He was sure of it.

The shelter owner had quaked earlier at Jimin's no nonsense tone, but this low, ever so calm register was the one he truly should be afraid of. When Jimin grew unnervingly quiet, it was because he was beside himself with rage. This was the side of him that ran Seoul's underground with an iron fist and empty conscience. This was the man who ordered death and destruction like it was Sunday brunch. As he stood in the disorganized clutter of Second Chance's main office, Jimin was moments away from doing just that.

"I don't give a fuck about your bullshit sealed history policy. You'll give me the name of her previous owner, and you'll do it right goddamn now before I really grow impatient. You're lucky I haven’t had your neck snapped for putting that ugly fucking shocking contraption on her," Jimin seethed, monstrous anger biting in every syllable.

The last time he’d been this angry, his gang had laid siege over every outfit south of the Han; it was the start of Park Jimin’s terrible reign. The owner seemed to realize then that he was in grave danger.

Jimin had lied, though. The owner was already dead, and he had been since the moment Jimin laid eyes on his pup in that atrocious collar. The only reason the owner still breathed was because he was the only one here to take care of the hybrids for the night. Hoseok was under orders to see him disposed of the minute employees arrived the next morning; he'd texted the situation to his enforcer right after leaving his pup. Hoseok sent question mark emojis at the delay in wiping out the man who had mistreated the hybrid, but Jimin had his reasons. The thought of other creatures like his sweet boy left all alone broke the heart Jimin just remembered he had, so the owner would live for a few more hours.

But there was no reality in which he went unpunished for locking that shock collar on Park Jimin’s hybrid.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, sir. I'll get the file now. You have to understand, he nearly took off three of his fingers. We had to use precautions. Please don't–"

Jimin turned before he finished, not wanting to waste another moment with the scum. As he left the office, he called over his shoulder for the man to deliver the file to his driver. Hoseok would get a good look at him then, the man he’d make disappear in a few short hours. It was a familiar dance for his head enforcer; there wasn’t a hit that Jimin fulfilled without Hoseok having a hand in it.

The walk back to door number forty-three was relatively short, but Jimin appreciated the moment of silence to process this night.

When he entered Second Chances, he had prepared to leave with a tough companion to share his life with. Now, for the first time in a long time, he couldn't think straight because of a pretty face with doe eyes that looked at him like he hung the moon and each star. The thought of coming home to a place that wasn't empty and soulless delighted him more than he cared to admit, and if the puppy kept up the clear admiration he felt for the man, Jimin knew the ache that had grown like mold in his chest these past few years would heal very quickly.

Jimin would be better than he was before with something as sweet as Jungkookie in his life. It felt like spring had arrived in earnest for Jimin after years of cold winter, the gentle caress of affection an unfamiliar and welcome sensation in his heart.

💖💗💓💞💘💝🩷

hi!!! so here’s this… it’s a preview draft of one of the misc works I’ve had written for a long time and just decided to post. this is just the first part as sort of a drabble teaser… I’m going to post the full thing to ao3 eventually if y’all want to read the rest! lmk what you think via the message option.. I’m very curious 🙈

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

day four: hot cocoa with eddie | first date fluff, 1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

You'd been the one to ask Eddie out in a fit of bravery that you don't think you will ever be able to replicate for the rest of your life. He's a regular at the record store -- regular enough that you see him almost every time you're on shift and your favorite coworker tells you that when he shows up when you're not working he leaves a little quicker. He's a nice guy, kind to you when the register wasn't working that one time and you had to count his change by hand and he always puts the records he's looking at back in the right spot. And on Thursday he made you laugh so hard that you snorted. When he looked endeared rather than disgusted, you decided, why the hell not?

So you asked him if he maybe wanted to get hot chocolate and walk around town on Saturday afternoon. You were treated to a new grin from him, this one a little shy, as he said he'd love to. It had taken at least thirty minutes for your heartbeat to slow down after he left.

When you see Eddie waiting for you outside the cafe you mentioned it picks right back up again. You wonder how early he got here -- you're 10 minutes early yourself, just in case. He's dressed just like you expected in ripped jeans despite the cold and flannel and two jackets better suited for fall instead of a proper winter one. His nose is pink and he looks brilliant in the sunshine as he bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets. When he sees you, he waves, that same shy grin taking over his face.

"Hey!" he calls. "You look pretty." You duck your chin a little because he's talking kind of loudly and it's the middle of the afternoon in Hawkins, so anyone who is out can hear his compliment. It's not that you care that people see you together, it's that he's not afraid to admire you so publically. It makes your breath stutter in your lungs.

That, and you're mostly covered by your own winter coat, though you did spend extra time picking out your outfit. "Thank you," you say once you reach him. "So do you." Eddie blushes and huffs, his breath fogging the air between you. "But you also look cold."

"Guess we should get some hot stuff then, yeah?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. He looks delighted as he opens the door and gestures for you to go in. The cafe is moderately busy, a few people your age you vaguely recognize at tables reading or chatting.

"Have you been here before?" you ask him once you're in the short line.

He shakes his head, looking around but eyes not lingering on anything. "Nah," he says. "S'nice, though."

You step close to Eddie, close enough that your shoulders brush, close enough that you hope he'll know you want anyone looking to think that you're together. Something tells you that there are parts of him that never healed properly from how cruel people can be. You want to say something, anything, but then the line moves and you're at the front of it.

"Two hot chocolates, please," you tell the girl at the register.

"All the stuff on top? Marshmallows and whipped cream?" she asks without looking up from the register. You look at Eddie and he nods.

"Yes, please," you say. "I'll pay since I asked you," you tell him, looking for your wallet in your bag. He considers it, going so far as to reach for your wrist to stop you but before he touches you he pulls back.

"Okay," he says. "I'll just get next time." You pay the girl and go to wait by the barista counter.

"Next time?" you say, eyebrows raised. It's no small feat to tamper down a grin. "You already want to go on a second date? Eddie, I could be a total weirdo and you might never want to see me again." The barista calls your name and Eddie surges forward to grab the cups.

"First of all, if you're a total weirdo I will definetly want to see you again," he says, somehow managing to get the door open for you with no hands. "Second of all, I have a good feeling about this."

Back in the cold afternoon air you take your cup from him, the warmth bleeding into your hands, though you already feel warm all over from his words. "You're a flirt, Eddie Munson," you tell him. He shrugs.

"Just telling it like it is, sweetheart." He bumps his shoulder with yours.

"Where do you want to walk?" you ask. It seems like he might tease you for asking him on a date without any clue of where to go but then he seems to get an idea.

"Uh, shoot me down if this is boring," he says and pushes some of his curls out of his face. "But some of the shops have Christmas windows up. We could go look at those?"

"That sounds perfect." You head off down the sidewalk, both of your hands around your cup while he tucks one of his in his pocket and starts to take small sips.

It's a good first date. Maybe even the best you've ever been one. It's a little cold but Eddie keeps you laughing and the chatting keeps you so distracted you hardly notice the temperature or the shop windows. He's interesting and good at asking questions and he makes you feel like he really does want to get to know you. Before you know it you've both got empty cups and you toss them in a trashcan and then you both have free hands.

You decide to be brave again and reach for one of his. His rings are cold but his fingers curl around yours right away and he smiles at you. This one is a new smile -- not quite his shy grin or his wide laugh, but somewhere in between. You think this is how Eddie looks when he's happy, when he's content.

"Wanna get something to eat?" he asks you. His thumb runs over the back of your hand in slow strokes. "I'll buy."

"Second date already?" you tease. "So the good feeling paid off?"

He smirks, scrunching his nose. "Oh yeah," he says. "You're a weirdo, big time. I've got great instincts."

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midnight-drives-with-sunarin · 2 years

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How you met Sunarin

Wordcount: 458 words

Warnings: Not proof read

You met Suna through social media. You had made some complaint online about the twins fighting in the halls and almost running you over, but rather than specifying those two, you pinned the blame on the whole volleyball club. Suna was sick of being blamed for the stupidity of the twins and proceeded to reply to your post with some of the most passive aggressive language you'd ever encountered. This went back and forth for several weeks, just the two of you arguing online before it was reported to the school and both of you were called to the office.

As you walk into the office and see the boy sitting there, you realize that you don't recognize him in the slightest. Not from classes or lunch, not even from the team he's been defending online. In fact, it's not until the principal addresses you both by your full names that you recognize him as the person you'd been going back and forth with. You also realize at this moment how pretty he is. He's wearing eyeliner and the gaze he has on you with those intense hazel eyes is like nothing you've ever seen before.

Suna on the other hand has had his eyes on you for years, although, obviously, you hadn't noticed that. However, the twins had noticed, much to Suna's dismay. In fact it was that precise reason the twins had purposely chosen that hall at that time, really, it was because the twins didn't trust him to be bold enough to make a move. Their theory held weight considering he'd been quietly admiring you since he saw you for the first time.

Now, the two of you sit in the office talking through your online squabble. It's the first time that the two of you have ever actually spoken. At the end of your story the principal declared that the two of you will share as many classes as you're able as an effort to get the two of you to get along better.

From there, the two of you became fast friends mainly based on teasing the twins for their idiocy (even while Suna quietly thanks them for this opportunity, in his head ofc, he'd never tell them that one of their stupid plans actually worked). The four of you even got so close that you became their manager in order to spend more time together.

Now, you two have weekly movie nights (from which the twins lament their exclusion) and you keep pictures of each other as your home and lockscreens. As your relationship blossoms more teasing ensues from the team but honestly the two of you couldn't care less. You had each other, and while it sounds cliche, that's what matters.

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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What do you think about this:

Maybe something happens with reader, ghost decides to punish her but ends up going too far? Spanks her too much or too hard to the point she could possibly be injured. The whole time it’s going on, Soap low key feels guilty and wants to tell Simon to calm down a bit but he know he shouldn’t defy Ghost.

Simon is so mad even after he’s done he tells Soap to leave her, let her lay in her punishment alone and take it in with no after care or anything. He doesn’t care if you’re scared of him (for now) he’s just so mad he can’t bother to comfort you. Soap feels bad but listens to Ghost and leaves you alone and in pain sobbing from it all

Also could I be 🪷 anon? I’m not sure how many often I’ll send asks in the future but just in case!

i think for something like this to happen, it would have to fuck with your head. these guys are experienced soldiers, they'd recognize any physical injury immediately and know how to avoid one.

you'd probably have actually managed to escape, maybe hurt yourself. simon is just so fucking angry, can't believe you keep trying to leave and literally get yourself injured instead of letting them take care of you. he just doesn't get it.

i could totally see him being too harsh. maybe johnny isn't giving you little encouragements during the punishment, so you feel unmoored and alone, just simon's anger and your pain. the punishment lasts longer than any of the others too

i think they'd give you after care no matter what, but maybe realize it's too late. like you're entirely unresponsive, not even twitching away from them instinctually like you usually do

it would spend simon into a fucking tailspin. he'd be eaten alive with guilt. and johnny would be so twisted between guilt himself and anger at simon for pushing too far, even though he knows he's also at fault for not stopping him

would be a very rough few hours as they coax you back into your body and try desperately to figure out how to fix this

#🪷 anon #ghoap x reader #asks and answers

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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What kinda Stuff do you think the boys would do on the player's birthday? (My birthday is July 2nd which is literally tomorrow) What gifts would they give? Would they throw a party? - Boxy Anon

Ooh, Happy Birthday, Boxy Anon! :D 🎉💝🎉✨ I would answer this as a typical ask, but this is a special occasion, so have some hcs instead! <3

They Celebrate the Player's Birthday ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned (+ Tricky & Jebus)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank can't remember ever gifting someone anything before or at least putting real effort into it. He's more the type of person to refuse to get involved in stuff like that; celebrating the birthdays of comrades is frivolous and a waste of time in his eyes. They're probably gonna be dead soon anyway, so why would he bother?

However, this is special. It's the birthday of his Player; the one person he adores above all others. And the only person he really cares the slightest bit about. What kind of vessel, no partner, would he be if he didn't put in any effort?

Hank doesn't quite know what to do for birthdays except for gifts. (People still do that, right?) However, he'll go above and beyond to help Doc make something of a party for you. He's extremely tall, which makes him useful with hanging things up, mainly the streamers that 2B somehow got a hold of and a banner that Deimos and Sanford had worked on.

He's even willing to go out and give "invitations" to other grunts you like if Doc says it'd be a good idea. Even if he knows he'll regret it later; the three other members of their little group were already too much, in his opinion. But he can tolerate their presence, as long as you're happy.

He'll also fight past anyone to be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday in the morning since he finds a strange satisfaction in beating them to it. If he happens to slide into bed next to you and cuddle you for half an hour or so, since you're still so drowsy and don't want to get up, that's just another benefit. (At least until Doc comes to pull him out because they have a party to plan, Hank, for god's sake, stick to the schedule for once-)

Hank isn't really the crafty type. Instead, he prides himself on finding you things that you'll use all the time. He knows that he'd prefer something more utilitarian when it comes to gifts anyway, and he knows the most about tools and guns, so hopefully you'll like what he comes up with.

He gets you a small gun, well, small to him anyway. It's perfect for you, and kitted out with all the attachments he could get his hands on when out in the field. (What, did you think he'd go to Deimos to have him make you some? Not a chance, this was his gift for you.)

In addition to this, he also gives you one of his switchblades. The very same he'd been carrying when you first controlled him, back when they had first attacked the Nexus Core. It's a little sentimental for someone like him, but you bring out that side quite often, so he doesn't care.

It's worth it when you tear open the wrapping paper to it, already haphazard-looking since Hank's not the best when it comes to putting gifts together. (He tries though. For you.) You open the box to find them and give him a soft smile, and his heart stutters. Ordinarily you'd be taken aback, but with how clean everything is and the way you recognize the switchblade, you know just how much consideration he put into the gifts. "You're going to have to teach me how to use these, you know." He nods quickly, already excited to spend time with you.

(And perhaps puffing up a bit in pride when the others glare, realizing that he's somehow managed to drag you into the long process of self-defense training with him. Then again, there's no better person to teach you combat than the most wanted man in Nevada, right?)

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos is extremely excited for your birthday; he's probably more anticipated for the date than you are, to be honest. The moment he found out what day it was, he got to work on planning stuff for it.

In fact, Doc didn't even need to work on special lighting or any sound systems to play music at your party, since Deimos had already planned it like a month in advance. He'd already made the systems for it as well and probably threw in some lasers to make a light show for you. What? He wants to go all out for you, it's what you deserve.

(And also really wants to show up everyone else who's at the party. They may have brought a gift, but did they fix up the entire building so it's presentable and give you precisely the atmosphere to have the best party imaginable? No.)

He begrudgingly allows Tricky to use his equipment to act as a DJ for you. He doesn't want to fight him in front of you at your party (and potentially lose, that would be mortifying). And if seeing the clown choose music for you is something you'd like, who is he to argue?

His gift for you is a small robot. Well, a homemade kit for one anyway. He recalled you asking about his work when he was soldering some electronics together, and he figured if he got everything to make something, he could spend more time with the person he loves above all else and indulge in your curiosity in the process.

It's a convenient excuse to spend some hours with his favorite person, cuddling up with you as he instructs your movements and you put it together. You make it that day, and he grins into your neck proudly whenever you do something successfully and show him.

(Did he purposefully make it complex just to spend more time with you as you put it together? Yes. Not that he'll tell you this outright. Besides, it's not hurting anyone if he manipulates the situation a little bit like this. From the way you relax and lean back into him, you must like being perched in his lap like this, so what's the issue?)

It's about the size of a puppy, with almost a flashlight for a head and a ton of helpful attachments and orders programmed into it. You need it to hold something for you? Sure. Go fetch you your drink from across the room? It can do that too, and swivel to make sure none of it spills.

It also functions as a comm to, since it's linked to their main radio frequencies in case you need to message them when you go out. (And a little tracking feature in case they ever lose you. It doesn't hurt to know where you are at all times, in case you ever leave their sight for too long.)

Overall a very useful tool, but when you tell him that the real value of the gift was the time spent with him, he can't help the scarlet blush that covers his face, and the giddy grin he hides as he hugs you and nuzzles into your cheek.

- [SANFORD] -

With your party, Sanford works with Deimos to make you a banner for your party, since Sanford has some sewing experience and is pretty good at finishing up the fancy lettering Dei puts together. However, his main contribution is the food.

Sanford's cooking is heavenly, at least according to you, so he's willing to use his skills to make their party for you that much better. It doesn't matter what the others want or what their preferences are, he's making your favorite everything. Even before the party, he's decided to surprise you with your favorite breakfast in bed, and he does the same with your lunch and any snacks you want.

He's actually spent countless hours practicing the dishes to get them perfect, so he's incredibly happy when you dig in and give him compliments on it (especially without anything going wrong). Perhaps if he proved that he was the best at cooking, it'd make him have an edge over the others in this little competition for your praise.

(Funnily enough, Hank was considering sabotaging the food until Doc and Sanford made it clear how important it was for the event, to which he decided to stop anyone else from entering the kitchen to tamper. It's weird, how fast he changes his tune whenever something matters to you.)

Sanford was actually plagued by indecision when it came to what gift he should give you. It had to be really special, something that would show how important you are to him and just how much he cares about you. Which is difficult, because there's very little that can actually hold a candle to how much Sanford loves you.

In fact, he's half-tempted to contact his mom to see if she has any advice. What do you give a prospective lover, anyway? He has had short-lived experiences with previous "partners", but none that he cared about as much as you, so he's panicking a fair bit.

He's actually the first to ask you what you'd actually like for your birthday, but if you don't have an answer (because he asked you six months before it happened), that's fine too. If you do give him a concrete answer, he'll try to find whatever it is you want, even if it takes him entire weeks' worth of searching in the city. Hell, he'll even go to Nevada Central if you want something from there. Any amount of effort is worth it, for you.

But if you don't tell him what you want, he'll try to find something that'll have some materialistic and sentimental value. At least that way you can pawn it if you don't like it, right? (He's preparing for the worst, but he knows he'd be devastated regardless if you didn't like it. He's lucky you do, a lot.)

He finally decides on getting an intricate, custom-made ring for you. It's practical enough, not disruptive to the point it gets in the way, nor thick enough to cause a break in your finger if you punch someone. He's very particular about the design, and he had to use quite a lot of the money he'd saved from previous jobs for it, but it was worth it.

He brings it along with whatever flowers he can scrounge up in Nevada as well, and he's totally willing to go out of the city just to find flowers for you (and attempt to keep them alive and hidden before your birthday), if he can't find any where you are. (That's romantic, right?) Visiting a florist that takes an entire two-day trip to get to just for a single event that's important to you? More likely than you'd think.

You grin at the bashful expression he has when he presents them to you, though your look turns a bit teasing when he pulls out the ring box (one that looks like it's from a rather expensive place, at least in your mind). "You planning to propose to me, hon?" You ask. He stammers and turns bright red, and you laugh and hug him a little closer to you as you open the box. (Though in the back of his mind, he makes a note to keep that business card from the Jeweler. Might be useful one day.)

- [2BDAMNED] -

Setting up parties is extremely difficult in Nevada, but 2BDamned has it handled. He's created entire paramilitary organizations branches, so organizing a birthday party of all things should be easy. At least, it would've been if he wasn't such a perfectionist with it.

Doc usually just lets things handle themselves, but when it comes to matters concerning you, he can't help but micromanage some (all) of the things that have to be done. Deimos thought this would happen, so he just decided not to tell 2BDamned about his plans till they were done (much to the man's annoyance).

Sanford was less lucky, though he eventually stops the interruptions to his cooking and the banner-making by helpfully reminding Doc that he has no idea what Sanford is really doing. (Perks of being the only one skilled in the culinary arts. And 2BDamned isn't much of an artist either. Then again, neither is he, but he has Dei's help, okay?)

You can't fault Doc for it though, you deserve only the best from them, and he'd rather die than let anything ruin this day for you. He instructs the boys to eliminate any threats within a two-mile radius to prevent any attacks or interruptions, he has a strict guest list, he keeps an eye on all radio chatter for enemy movements, and he instructs SQ agents to be in Nexus City to warn him of anything happening.

Is it a bit too paranoid? Perhaps, and he'll admit that. But why would he risk something messing up the party that he painstakingly put together for you? And even worse, risk disappointing someone he loves? No, that was unacceptable.

He spends most of his time at the party watching over everyone and making sure you're not being overwhelmed by all the grunts who clearly want your attention. In addition to this, he also keeps an eye on them to prevent any squabbles or fights from breaking out, and keeps a hand on his comm in case any of his agents report anything. He's on edge the entire time, but he'll assure you that he's fine regardless.

It's only after the party's over that he'll pull you into his office to give you his gift. It's two things; a necklace with an anatomical heart and a shoebox filled with papers. The papers are reports, notes, photos, and a diary, all concerning what you realize to be your last Arena Character. Doc knows of the deep connection you had with them since they wrote extensively about you in their journal. To be honest, 2BDamned thought it was just a side effect of enmeshment, but now he knows better. The Arena Character was carved into who they were by your careful instruction and insight, so it is only right that their stuff belongs to you, now that they're gone. It's sweet, even if it makes you tear up a little bit. (But he'll be there to comfort you if you need him, no matter what.)

The heart is different from a human's, but only very slightly. You assume it's a grunt's and you are correct. "You already have mine," 2BDamned says offhandedly when he reaches around to help you put it on, and you stiffen with a blush. "But, I figured it'd do well to give you a more physical representation of that as well. If you'll have it." And me, he wants to say. But judging from the warm look in your eye, and how you reach up to give him a kiss on his unmasked cheek, you have at least some idea of what he's saying. Or at least, that's what he assumes.

//- {BONUS} [TRICKY & JEBUS] -//

Tricky is hyped for your birthday, to put it lightly. Like Deimos, he plans out extravagant gifts and song mixes for you, even if he can't make all of the former due to a lack of materials. His entire "room" of the abandoned place he's decided to stay in is covered wall to wall in plans about it (and enamored rantings about you, some even spray-painted over the walls).

Honestly, he would've just invited himself to the party if you hadn't sent for him, but now he doesn't have to try figuring out where you are, so that's a plus. (He's totally willing to fight and possibly kill Hank if he got in the way, but it seems he won't have to do that. At least not this time.)

His main gift for you is a spray-painted portrait of you! It's very stylized, and you're holding up dual peace signs and winking. To get all the detail in, he made it pretty big, so you're gonna have to hang it up somewhere there's a lot of open space. But it's honestly very nice looking, and you can't say you expected art of all things.

In addition to this, he also gets you a mixtape of the songs that remind him of you, though most of it is EDM, so getting a lyrical connection is going to be difficult for most of it. This is also the same tape he insists on going through at your party. (And yes, he will threaten to hit Deimos with his sign if he tries to pry him away from the DJ booth.)

Jebus is one of the few who've actually celebrated birthdays before, mainly Hoffnar's. However, instead of this being a casual thing, he actually puts a lot of effort into his gift and the way he presents himself for this. It's your birthday, so he should make himself look as well put together as possible. He wouldn't want you to think he's not putting effort into your day.

He makes a visit to Nevada Central to get his clothes dry cleaned, he shines his armor (because he'd prefer not to get killed on the way to your current place of residence), and he pulls his hair up. He cleans up really well, to be honest, but a part of him is still really desperate for your outward approval, so make sure to compliment him. (You also get to see his face light up with a blush when you do so, so why not?)

Jebus' gift for you is a card, which seems kind of lackluster until you take into account the fact that it's more like a love letter. Inside the envelope are pages filled with poetic musings of affection towards you and how much he values and adores you. It is extremely heart-felt, and you might have to read the final three quarters in private because it makes you emotional (and you know the boys will get hostile if they see you cry).

He's also the one who tries to reign in Tricky and stop him from fighting Hank over who sits next to you (amongst other things). Though if they're too unruly, he'll just take the place at your side instead, purring lightly as you lean your head on his shoulder. It may have been your Birthday, but having you so close and pressed up to his body, with your characteristic warmth seeping into him, is a gift in itself.

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worstloki · 3 years

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Would Loki really cry if he had a best friend who loved and cared about him unconditionally?

first of all: yes

second of all: yes

there are loads of reasons for this but the first the foremost I think is that the lad was betrayed by everyone he could’ve considered close to him in Thor 1. and I’m not saying it’s a bad thing or any kind of indicator of how he normally behaves, but he spends maybe 70-80% of the film being generally overrun by emotions and crying about it. he literally spent his whole life being drilled into thinking he was inherently lesser than others and if having everyone he thought could’ve cared ripped away from him in the span of a few days put him in a constant state of emotional inequilibrium you’d better believe gaining someone who loves for and cares for him would be an equally jarring realization albeit in the other direction. it may even be more emotionally overwhelming considering he would’ve at least suspected that people didn’t value him as much as Thor his whole life, but his self esteem doesn’t really seem to be enough that he would suspect someone would genuinely care for even some of it which is when the confusion and general ‘overwhelmed’ part comes into play when he’d realize.

second off, we’re given loads of proof that even when people prove time and time again that they don’t really care for him he still cares for them. he is still impacted by things they say and/or do even when he covers it up well. boyo’s biggest character trait and personal flaw is literally that he’s selfless and forgives people too easily for slights against him. he just doesn’t hold a grudge because he’s sentimental it’s ridiculous. not only do I think his affinity for expressing emotions would extend to people who he knows are not actively abusing him but i’m almost certain that every time he’d remember there is someone who cares he’d have a miniature crisis and have to just process that because he’d have to personally come to terms with and remember that he was actually lovable and spent his whole life surrounded by people who just didn’t. It’d mean having to process a very real traumatic event and a life-time of small comments and lesser but no less real toxic environment which he may have believed at some point that he would not be able to leave, but had stayed in, and still holds feeling for.

tldr; yes, because he hasn’t processed past trauma including being betrayed and finding out he wasn’t cared for/loved unconditionally by people he’s known his whole life. yes, because loki is a person with the self-destructive habit of caring too much for people who don’t even deserve it and I refuse to believe he wouldn’t extend that affinity towards and put that energy into people who do care.

#i'm not kidding when I say loki would cry at having a friend #i do actually think mcu loki would #after they realize they actually have one #he's just suffered so much and I blame his behaviour as Odin in Thor: Ragnarok as not thinking anything good could last for him #probably hadn't thought he'd get to stay king for more than a few weeks so thought he'd enjoy it while it lasted #but I'm assuming Avengers 1/TDW/Infinity War characterization here not Ragnarok #I apologize if I rambled a bit #but it's canon that Loki had zero friends and we're not told why but with the way he's treated I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want any #he probably thought the warriors 3 and sif were his friends at some point #by Thor 1 he knows they value Thor more than him #but at some point he would've been younger and naiver and not known #you see we see Loki in Thor 1 as ridiculously wonderously good at jumping to correct conclusions #but we're not shown how he gets to that point #we know Loki's been ignored since they were kids thanks to the vault scene #but in Thor 1 Loki still hasn't given up on being treated as an equal #he gets growled at by odin and he manipulated thor into things and he knows people won't outright listen but he TRIES #which means he never gave up on receiving love/care even though he also acknowledges the slim chances of receiving it #i'm repeating myself but he's ridiculously empathetic and generally is ridiculously patient and and has crazy strong perseverance abilities #you'd have to manage to care for him and he'd recognize it but spend time doubting it so much #it would be quite a bit to process after a lifetime of not having any friend #and depending on what part of his timeline anyone proved they cared/loved him wouldn't change the fact that he'd cry #it would just change the amounts of cups he'd be able to fill with tears #and before anyone calls me out on it: yes i know emotional responses aren't directly equivalent in the 'opposite direction'#im just saying he'd be equally overwhelmed #you'd have general undertones of the same emotions (confusion sadness maybe a touch of fear... plus happiness)#i'm not an emotionologist and I guess it'd depend on his emotional state at the time but he would definitely get a pang in his heart minimum #there would at LEAST be teary eyes even if he'd cover it by thinking ''of course someone can care for me i'm great'' by the end of TDW #he'd frankly be '?!?' at realizing someone cares for him even conditionally because he associates having a use with being appreciated #he's smart and luckily self-aware enough to recognize unconditional love even if he won't admit it to himself and has no relative comparison

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

This man's voice has a POWER over me I SWEAR

tws: yandere, mentions of n/sfw

tws (under the cut): very ddlg-esque vibes, sorta? infantilization, noncon

I'm sorry I get such strong daddy vibes it unintentionally went in this direction, hope that isn't too bad lmao

I’m working on all the prompts I’ve gotten in! I’ve gotten a few so I’ll be working on those.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's one that might be likely to misunderstand his feelings at first, think that he sees himself as a mentor or maybe even an authority figure, someone to guide you and teach you and serve as a dependable partner to your travels. As time goes on, and he begins to recognize how utterly flustered he gets around you, he's forced to acknowledge the actual feelings he has.

While some yanderes with a slight aloofness or pride to them get worse when in love, such as Childe or Kaeya, his drops completely. You bring out a softer side of him, really, one that's protective and tender and loving, so very loving, wanting to be around you, with you. He's certainly an obsessive, protective type, ultimately allowing his protective nature to get the better of him as he demands to know everything you've done, account for your location at every moment, constantly keep track of your habits, inquire about very personal details of your life. If he realizes you're bothered by it, he might draw back a bit, but he's convinced that that's just your perception, that it's necessary, truly, and not at all unusual.

Pet names. Particularly fond of love, darling, and angel. Sweet things that represent what you mean to him -- something precious, something to represent his adoration and idolization.

The primary form of delusion comes from a perception of you. He's obsessive, and idolizes you to an extent. He perceives you as pure, innocent, angelic. The thing is, this applies regardless of whether or not you actually are. If you are, it will solidify the idea, but even if you're not, he will find a way to see you so, anyway. No matter how wise you are, no, you're naive. No matter how capable you are, no, you're weak and fragile. No matter how experienced you may be, no, you're pure. He can always keep this delusion running by bringing into account age and comparison - you'll never be as strong as him, so you might as well be frail and weak. You'll never have lived as long as him, so really, do you think there's that much difference between you and a child, when compared to someone like himself?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Actually highly likely, and pretty quickly. As he observes you, it becomes very clear to him how very fragile you are, how naive you are, you are quite literally too pure, too angelic, to be living in this world with such beings as humans. Fragile, beautiful little things have a place where they belong - protected. Where do we put fragile, beautiful things? We put them behind glass, behind ropes, in pretty cages, in secluded rooms. It's only natural that you, too, need a similar environment.

He's one of the ones that will... Elegantly kidnap you, as odd as it sounds. He's not a brute that would do something horrendous like knocking you out or drugging you, no, he'll find an excuse for you to come to his abode, invite you in, and you'll walk in none the wiser. Only after your in, and the doors close, does he guide you to your new room, calmly explaining that he's come to the realization that you're too fragile to continue your journey, and ought to simply give up on your travels. He knows you'll be upset at first. Like a child being denied, you'll get pouty, moody, you might cry, you might lash out at him. It's predictable. He'll dry your eyes and calm you down, brushing off any harsh words you may have, holding your wrists in his hands when you try to push him away, softly reassuring you that it will all be alright, that you're safe now, and you'll learn to accept this with time.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He would want something... elaborate. He's a man with taste for the most beautiful of things, including yourself, and he won't settle for something as simple as a chain or ropes. No, that would be too simple and brutish, and you, one of the finest things in his life, deserve something equally beautiful and delicate.

He's one of the ones that would go to a great deal of preparation for your arrival. He'd have a room prepared just for you, very ornate, beautifully tailored to you -- the walls your favorite color, the bed made of the same material as your old one, and the whole room completely filled with things you're certain you never even told him you liked. Clothes that fit perfectly to your body. It's frightening how perfect it is, because you know he had to go out of his way to acquire the information to achieve such perfection, but you have no idea how.

Everything about it elegant and detailed, right down to the series of ornate locks on the door. They're some of the sturdiest available, made with essentially unbreakable metal alloys and the most intricate lock systems to date. The windows don't open, and he'd certainly find some way to ensure escape through them isn't an option -- perhaps metal bars, perhaps an unbreakable glass substitute, perhaps merely locating your new home right on the edge of one of Liyue's most beautiful mountains, so that if you were to go out the window you'd plummet to the earth below. He's a bit delusional, but he's not stupid, and he will think through every possibility. Every little detail he needs to keep you safe and confined.

He's certain that, perfect as it is, this room is all you will ever need to be happy. Should you desire anything else, he can bring it to you. You'll never have to leave.

So it goes without saying that it would be exceptionally difficult to escape him. You'd have to find a way through the locks, for which your best bet would be to get some hair pins or tiny writing utensils. Even if you managed it, though, which would frankly be a very difficult feat, you'll have to deal with staying free. Zhongli has ties to the people of Liyue as a whole, and needless to say, he has eyes everywhere. You can't risk appearing in the harbor area, there will be far too many people who would immediately report you, and you'd just be walking right to him anyhow. The surrounding areas also have ties to him, so you'd want to try and reach Mondstadt, as far as it is, which is a difficult travel by foot all alone. You won't get far. He's faster, he's wiser, and he will find you long before you could ever hope to make it there.

However, he's not quite as angry as some yanderes would be about it. He doesn't take your escape personally, no, he blames himself, only calculating his own mistakes as to how it happened. He sees you as something like... a little runaway pet, so naive and dull that you don't know any better than to go wandering off. Or perhaps like a child, just sheepishly curious and wanting to explore, not knowing the dangers of the world. Or, perhaps...

"I haven't been giving you enough attention, have I? That's why you pulled this little act of rebellion... you're hurt by my negligence and wanted to be reassured of my care for you. I'm so sorry... I understand now, love. This was my fault. I've been so caught up with work... I'll delegate some tasks to my workers, and I'll be able to spend more time with you from now on, alright? Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'll take full responsibility. I'll be sure to make it up to you... now, let's go home."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Much like Childe or Venti or anyone who has been around as long as he has, you really don't stand a chance. He's an incredibly perceptive man. There's not much to say on the matter, as any attempts will be quickly shut down.

He'd find it amusing, really. Like a child trying to lie, but the evidence is all over their face and hands - it's that obvious to him. It's cute enough that he almost hates having to discipline you for it, but, you have to learn.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He wants his little angel to be safe - and unfortunately, you, being so naive and empty headed, don't always know what's best for you. He knows rules can be hard to follow perfectly, but they're there to keep you safe.

Extremely strict, will want to monitor every moment of your life, every little movement you take, and will insist on watching over you in every task. He'll pick out everything you wear, everything you eat.

Occasionally, if you ask very sweetly, he may take you out for walks in Liyue. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking you to what he knows are the finest locations, shops with the highest level of craftsmanship, restaurants with a high price tag and reputable food. He enjoys showing off his refined tastes and discerning selective abilities. And honestly? There's a certain... Powerful feeling to knowing you're made aware of the costs when he makes high purchases in front of you... even if you don't realize he's not always actually the one paying for it, or that he forgot mora again but promises the owner to pay later - but he'll make sure you don't know that. You hear the numbers, and your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen. You'd nearly faint if that total was on your responsibility, and he knows that. Which is why he'll simply smile at you, and tell you you're worth every last Mora. He'll buy you nearly anything you may desire. It seems like leniency, but in reality, it's his subtle way of locking control and dependency over you, making you respect him, making you love him.

"Don't worry, love. It's not a lot... Not to me, at least. Even if it were, my angel only deserves the best, no?"

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Oh dear. Again, he's very strict, and wants to monitor everything you do, every little aspect of your life. He decides what you eat, portioning your meals to make sure you're eating enough, he worries about you going hungry during your travels, but luckily you'll never have to worry about that again. If you have a sweet tooth, he'll sigh and worry about your teeth and health, but he'll make sure to account for a little bit of sugar in your day, and will even pick up little treats from some of the most reputable places in Liyue.

He picks out clothes for you with each day. They're not... Normal clothes, per se. Certainly not what you'd normally wear on your travels. And it's not like anyone will see you except him - which is exactly why you'll have clothes he would never want anyone else to see you in. Frilly, lacey things, somehow both highly sexualized but also incredibly infantile, soft pinks, baby blues, gentle off-whites. They accentuate the curves of your body so perfectly, while just barely letting him see the parts of you normally kept hidden.

You'll have a schedule - a bath time, a bedtime, a wake-up time. He's weak to your requests, though, and may let you stay up a little late every now and then, or sleep in just a bit, if you make that soft pouting face and beg. He'll insist on bathing you, dressing you, so that you don't have to - and can't even if you wanted to - lift a finger even to wash yourself or put your clothes on.

He has a set of rules for you, very simple ones he hopes you can easily follow. No trying to leave. No doing anything dangerous. No talking to strangers when you go out. You must hold his hand whenever you're walking together, don't go wandering off.

He'll feel ashamed of the thought for a while, but eventually he'll cave and give into the desire, no, the security precaution, of a nice little collar for you. It's not too embarrassing, no, he went out of his way to find one that was delicate, almost like a necklace, made with fine materials, the engraving only visible up close. If you look closely, though, it clearly bears his name.

Breaking the rules is expected, he anticipates it. You're not the brightest, he might even view it as a mistake. A benefit is that you can easily pass it off as simply forgotten, or an accident. Hence, he's not too harsh - normally. He'll sigh, forgive you, and pat your head, contemplating how to prevent your access in the future.

Perhaps you wriggled out of his hand and ran off while walking? You were just excited, distracted, like a child. He might be able to procure a small leash, one that wouldn't be immediately obvious or embarrassing, to attach to your collar. Perhaps some cuff-like links to latch your arm to his.

You forgot the rule about not handling the kitchen knives and cut yourself? He'll have to get some kind of lock and simply keep them safely away from you. No big deal. Any measures are worth your safety.

If you push the limits, or have a defiant attitude, he might reach the point of punishment. As for not-unwholesome things, this would usually include taking away privileges, such as walks or sweets, but overall, punishment will mostly come in more impure forms.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Not too much to say here - he has connections. He doesn't need to dirty his own hands. For all his supposed humility, if he truly dislikes someone, they're no more significant than an insect to him. He has no reservations about ridding the world of people who, in his mind, are obviously trying to deceive you, abuse you, corrupt you.

Thankfully, he is very capable of keeping a neutral face, even when he feels laughter building up. It would probably look strange if he were smiling over the newest body to come into his parlor.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's a slow buildup. He views restraint as a virtue, and looks down upon those who lack control over their own tempers. He's a man who strives to meet his own standards of character, and that very much applies to self control and ability to maintain a controlled demeanor, even when he feels a bit of frustration due to you being intentionally and deliberately defiant.

It's his responsibility to be a good role model for you and make sure you understand how to behave. However, in the end, he's very keen on properness and rules. If you have a tendency towards brattiness and pushing your limits, you may drive him to a boiling point.

However, even when expressing his anger, he's remarkably controlled. It's very mature, really. Nonetheless, he will have you shivering and tearful with his voice alone, booming with that depth that reverberates off the walls, that vibrates against your very core. His true anger is one that can strike fear even in the most courageous individuals - he's terrifying when he wants to be, fierce and intimidating, a sort of power just eminates from him.

Nonetheless, it's quick, he calms down very quickly, wipes the tears from your eyes, and sighs.

"I do hate having to be firm with you... but I can't have you thinking you can just act however you want. You understand that, don't you?"

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Both? It's difficult to describe. You're an angel to him. You're the finest work of art, the most intricate creation, the kind of person whose body and likeness deserves to be preserved in art and tradition, one of those women who should be renowned for beauty even centuries long after you're gone from the earth. It's almost goddess-like. At the same time, there's a beautiful, tragic duality to your essence, he thinks. A fragility and a dependency that leaves you in need, but an inherent status of perfection that makes you deserve the utmost perfect of care. You need to be coddled, cared for, protected, but you deserve it. Like a deity incarnated into a mere fragile human form, a queen that needs support to retain her grace.

Unlike some, he doesn't view his care and protection as some kind of favor that should be repaid with your gratitude, no, really, he is grateful that he is the one who is even deserving of being your caretaker, your provider, your lover.

Even if he is the one who determined that he deserves that role.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's convinced that he can show you that he is your protector, your lover, that it's fate itself that has locked you together, not just his own will.

And he is, above all else, patient. One of the most patient you could encounter. You think a year is a long time? It's nothing to him. A century for you? More than a lifetime. For him? Nothing. He can and will wait, as long as it takes, and he will never falter in his continual care. He'll remind you frequently, he'll shower you in affection, but if you don't return it? It's not that bad. He has all the time in the world to fix you.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Moraless Sugar daddy

But in all seriousness, he is definitely of the gift-giving love language. He sees beautiful things, and beautiful things make him think of you! It's sweet, he thinks. So many little things he sees throughout his day make him think of you, and he has to have all of them, see your face when he gives them to you. He likes making you happy, for one, but he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sort of satisfactory pride he gets from the power dynamic of it all. He wants to be the sole source of provision in your life, he wants your dependency.

If we're talking prior to the events of the game, it will be even more extreme. He treats it like it's truly nothing, throwing around massive purchases, seemingly as if he's not thinking about it at all. But he is - rest assured, he's taking it into consideration, at least, that is, how it will affect your attitude and perception of him.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

On the reserved side. He'd never conduct himself improperly in public, of course. It's out of the question. He cares about proper behavior and public image, and he'd never behave in a vulgar manner.

Even in private, he's certainly one of the ones that struggles with a certain guilt. To some degree, he would feel like you're so innocent and pure that he doesn't want to corrupt you. He goes through stages. First, he'll lie to himself, telling himself that the feelings he has for you are simply protective, platonic, a natural sense of responsibility for you. That becomes more and more difficult to convince himself of, the more excited he becomes around you, the more he finds his eyes drawn to whatever bits of skin are exposed on your body, finding himself drifting off to impure thoughts, trying to push them away.

Second, once he's forced to acknowledge the true nature of these feelings, he'll simply practice restraint, something he's rather good at in this area. He tries, he really does. He tells himself he can't do something so impure, that it would violate you, that he should be ashamed of himself for it. It becomes more and more and more difficult to restrain himself with time, the feelings rising and the thoughts become more difficult to push away, eventually entertaining the fantasies in his head in an attempt to rid himself of the urge in real life. It doesn't work, no, it only makes the urges worse, and he can't be around you without his body nearly commanding him to do something. And finally, he'll take a different stance entirely, telling himself that, no, it's not going to corrupt you, rather, it's taking care of you. If he really wants to love you, really wants to care for all of your needs, then surely that would include your physical needs, and therefore, really, it would be wrong of him not to help you.

As that shift in viewpoints goes on, he'll become more and more bold, hands lingering just a little longer, face coming just a little closer. It's a slow build of tension, just waiting to boil over.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He understands you're nervous. Again, no matter how experienced you are, somehow in his head he makes it out to be insignificant. Even if you've had other relationships, he convinces himself - and tries to convince you - that they were inadequate, they didn't care about you, not like he does. And he'll treat it as that -- any resistance you put up is nervousness, nothing more, nothing less. He'll reassure you a million times that you won't feel pain, that he'll be gentle, that you'll feel good, even if his size and strength frankly is rather intimidating regardless of experience. He'll keep cooing in your ear, softly whispering reassurance, softly running hands over your skin, holding you in place as the last inch stretches you apart.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Infantilization

Again, no matter how smart, experienced, and capable you may be, you're none of those things to him. You're a fragile, little thing. He has to take care of you at all times. It may not be evident at first, and he himself likely doesn't fully realize it, but there is something highly sexual to this for him. Caring for you puts him in a position of dominance, control. It gives him access to your privacy, dressing you up, fingers running over your skin, bathing you, watching your skin glisten. He'll talk to you in this way, too, often softly, remarking every little way in which you need him, and even condescendingly so. He wants you to be his, not only in a sense of love, but of possession.

Oral

Primarily giving. Even on its own, he loves the taste, but the effect it has on you makes it that much better. He loves anything that forces you to depend on him entirely for pleasure, that puts you at his mercy. And he'll be torturous about it too, restraining your arms and legs so you can't control anything, hold your hips down so you can't roll into him, so that only he can determine exactly how much pressure and speed you get. And he won't rush it, no, he'll go so slowly it's torturous, and telling you very simply that if you want any more, you'll have to beg.

Edging

For a variety of reasons. The power trip is as exhilarating as it is pleasurable, but he also loves watching your body writhe. Each little muscle that moves under the flesh when your arms strain against his hand holding your wrists together, the convulsing of your stomach muscles, the way your toes curl and legs spasm and the sweet little whimpers you make when he draws back just short of your high. He's mastered watching your reactions, knowing exactly when to stop, even if you try to mask it. He'll want you to tell him, though, nonetheless, tell him when you're close, if for nothing else but the sense of you obeying his commands.

Collaring

Similarly to infantilization, it gives him something of a sense of control, of possession. He loves seeing his name engraved on it, marking the whole of your being with his ownership. In his somewhat rare moments of roughness, he'll want to pull on it, use it to draw you towards him, in a moment of your defiance, in particular. If you're being mouthy, whiny, disobedient, and you finally make him snap, especially if you try to walk away from him, he'll yank you back with force, pulling you close to him, and when the force of it shuts you up, changes your demeanor, forces you to acknowledge your submission - the satisfaction he'll get from that is incomparable.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

As much as he likes the idea, to him, you're already like a child, naive and fragile. Could your body even handle a pregnancy, a birth? He'd likely try to avoid it, but in the end, if it happened by accident anyway, rest assured you'd be getting the best care of any woman to ever be pregnant in Teyvat, and he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were always comfortable, taking his caretaking to another level, almost never even letting you get up, insisting you stay still and calm and needy.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be one to pull the "it doesn't hurt you as much as it does me" line, but really, even if he refuses to admit it to his own self, having you bent over his lap is just as much for his own enjoyment as it is a disciplinary measure. It's more humiliating than it is painful -- he'd hold back, afraid of hurting you with his strength, but taking in every little flinch and whimper you make as he brings his hand down on your ass, keeping your head pressed down, kneading at the flesh. He'd insist it's the most effective punishment measure, but you can feel the hard-on digging into your stomach. The worse the behavior, the worse the beating, but every time, after it's over, he'll hold you upright, wiping the tears from your eyes and asking you if you learned you lesson, if you intend to do it again, and smiling when you insist you won't.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your skin. It's beautiful, and he loves the way that light from the moon and sun look on your naked form. He loves the way your skin feels, soft and delicate, smooth, so paper thin and fragile, and so, so deliciously prone to showing marks from the slightest of harm - a simple smack can make the plump flesh darkened and reddened, the lightest suckling will leave beautiful hickeys all down your neck and chest. There are so many ways to mark his property, to stake a visible claim all over you, it's irresistible.

He also will go out of his way, when picking out all the things he wants you to wear, to find colors that best go with your skin tone, in a contrasting sense - particularly lacey, sheer things that contrast very well, so he can see your soft flesh perfectly defined against the little lace patterns.

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