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blingblong55 · 5 months

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No Judgement- Simon "Ghost" Riley

---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, husband!Ghost, mentions of dad-bod!Ghost ----

A/N: I've been having baby fever for about a week now and recently saw a tiktok and…it made me emotional for some reason so…here's this piece I wrote

Simon was the man who saw himself living in war and dying in it and then you came into his life. For some reason only he knows, he found himself being more careful during missions. Before you, he would rush into a room without care and now, he is more cautious. All because he wants to make it home, to a warm and cosy house. To your arms and loving kisses and to those three kids he swears he'll forever love.

You dated him for 2 years before he knew that you were it for him. Two years and five months, that is what took him to get on his knee and ask you to marry him. Oh if only Tommy was here to see this, that laugh he would have. Before you, Simon didn't show much emotions, besides anger or that cold and rude one he presented himself with. Now, all he can do is talk and talk about all he feels and most of the time, he shows that love and raw emotion through actions.

He didn't cry before you either, except for when his family died but when he saw you walk down the aisle, he couldn't contain the tears. Soap patted his back without judgement for he knew the girl walking to the groom was the one who made the crying groom's heart beat once again. Three years into the marriage, you become pregnant with your first child, a son and oh was Simon delighted.

He was prepared for it all, took courses, read books and made sure the home was baby proof of course, you took the role of being the princess, not a finger lift from you or he would pretend to get upset at it. He needed to protect you, even from the corners of the table, which he of course made sure were ready in case you or the kid would bump into them.

One baby and a puppy later, Simon Riley was a father and for the first two years, he took leave from the military and focused on you and the baby. His eyes are like his father and his energy is just like his. There were days when Simon cried, from sadness and happiness. For one, he was sad his mother didn't get to meet his son and he was happy that for the first time in so long, he knew what a family was like. Lazy Saturdays and Sundays, laying under a tree in the back yard, the grass all nice and soft so the baby would learn to crawl and eventually walk. The puppy watching with the guard, just in case the baby fell.

Simon was always there, for motivation, protection and love. He wanted to ensure that he wouldn't fuck up with this life of his. Soon enough though, he went back to work but he made sure to always have his family in mind. The giggles, the lullabies, smiles and that sweet emotion he had when he watched you and his son. It was bittersweet but so beautiful.

The birth of your second son came as no surprise when Simon once walked to you, shirtless and holding his son with one arm. For some reason that sight alone provoked you to want a second child, which as the loving husband Simon is, he obliged. Nearly ten months and he was by your side, holding your hand, letting you grip it and cry as your second little one came into the world. That cute nose and that smile, what a delight to be a mother to a whole new little light of life.

The holidays became more chaotic as the two boys grew up. Simon slowly left the military, doing fewer missions and being home more often. He began to grow a soft tummy and muscles, something he grew to be insecure about but with plenty of hours of cuddling one night and many kisses that included sweet nothings to his ear, he loved this new him. He wasn't his father but rather the best dad those two little monsters could ever ask for. His beard grew a little and you began to love this sight of him, it was beautiful really. So much so, that one day, as he was doing push-ups with his sons on his back and how they giggled, you teared up.

Making a home was easy but making a happy family was hard and rewarding. Before you knew it, Simon was carrying the kids around the living room, letting them beat him in a playful game of fighting and tag. The giggles around the house, the way Simon smiled like he had entered heaven, that is what made you tear up the most. This is home.

During the holidays, Simon gets so excited that he overdoes it all. He dresses like Santa Claus, eats the biscuits, drinks milk and even gets a treat from the woman of the house. A sneaky little kiss before Santa has to leave for other homes. "I've heard the woman who lives here is the most beautiful, maybe she'll kiss me as a little treat?" He smiles, pleading with those eyes of his. And who could you be to deny him of a sweet kiss?

For the first 5 years of being a proud dad to his two sons, Simon would wear matching outfits with them. It was sweet, watching him get excited like a child, trying to dress his sons up and take them for a walk.

There is one thing he was always making sure would be a rule at home and that is how they treated you. No son of his would be discarding a woman, no son of his would be disrespectful and no son of his would not see how much it takes being a mum and one who works and keeps a home clean and steady. And you bet he taught his sons how to clean and cook later in life.

One warm Spring day came in when you told him the news. Baby number three would be on her merry way. Just like before but with some slight changes, he spoke to your belly. He kissed it, read to it and told his jokes to it. His warm hands are placed on your soft belly when he looks up at you, "Thank you," his eyes are watery and you tilt your head just a bit. "For what?" you ask.

"For giving me a family, for making a home with me. Lovie, before you, I was truly nothing, just a man in a borrowed body and now, I have reason to own this old body of mine. I'm a husband and a dad, I love you," he kisses you and then your belly.

After the birth of your daughter, he like your two sons carried her in a camouflage carrier. A pink bow is one of the little patches. 'Baby girl Riley' is one of those patches as well.

As time went on, he transformed into a retired military officer. Now, he is a full-time dad. Night shifts and diaper changes were his duty as well as your comfort. With more time, he had a softer tummy, his dad bod making him insecure some days but as always, you were there to reassure him it was normal and it was beautiful.

There have been moments when you catch yourself being mesmerised by him.

For instance, when he plays dolls with your daughter or he gets into his role of the cashier when playing grocery. His sass when your daughter doesn't hurry up paying with her card or cash and how he calls her sweetheart any time she pays. There was one time when you saw him sat down on the sofa, watching telly all as your daughter did his makeup, hair and how she gossips with him and he gossips back. By the end of the day, he asks you to undo the tiny rubber bands from his hair.

Before he retired, you found him sitting by his desk, toys all over it as he wrote a report, played and gave his attention to his sons and this was because you were tired and he wanted to give you extra hours of sleep.

He became a football coach for your son's team, every Saturday he was on that field, whistling and shouting for when they make a goal. Of course, you and your daughter sat on the bleachers, eating snacks and cheering for the young footballer of your son. Simon of course would have dark cargo jeans and in most pockets, he had snacks for all his kids. "Daddy, mummy says you have my gummies," his youngest son would softly say and Simon would just pat his bottom pocket and his son would soon take out his gummies.

As his daughter grows old, it's his dad duty to not allow his daughter to date some idiot so, he makes sure to take her on dates, bring her flowers and make her understand how a man should treat her. When he and his two sons go to a different city for some sporting event, he comes back with two bouquets, one for you and one for his princess.

Since he didn't have a stable childhood, Simon, during winter buys everyone matching pyjamas. It just makes things 110% better in his opinion and who can deny a man with easy needs such a cute need? Never you, certainly.

By the time he reaches forty-three, Simon has his entire camera roll filled with pictures of his beautiful family and the occasional picture of a bird he thinks the kids would like to see.

Now, as you lay in bed with him, he turns to you, "I think I have lived this life to its fullest, lovie," he smiles and caresses your face. "Hm, yeah?" you lean into his touch and he nods like a little kid. "I mean, I have three amazing monsters, I am getting to see past thirty and I have always wanted a hot and funny wife, so I know for a fact that I have lived the best of it," he kisses your hand and holds it as he falls asleep.

A/N: Sometimes, I want a husband, a picket fence and lazy weekends with our kids bursting through the door in the morning and feeling like I made it in life…anyway…bye!

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httpsghostie · 10 months

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Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that.

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games.

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

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kishibe-kisser · 6 months

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They realise they love you (Cyno, Dainsleif, Itto, Tighnari)

Tags: Cyno x gn!reader, TCG, Dainsleif x gn!reader, nightmares, mentions of trauma, Itto x gn!reader, mentions of discrimination, Tighnari x gn!reader, talks about plants.

Cyno: "Wait, no, how did you do that?" You asked, tossing the rest of your cards on the table in confusion. He was trying his hardest not to smile as he saw you're frustration. Cyno had just absolutely wiped the table with you in TCG and he thought it was hilarious. "That had to be cheating?!" You added on, in complete disbelief.

He loved this, playing TCG with you on a day off while sitting in the living room. He loved it even more that you had asked him to teach you how to play, your level might not have been that high yet but that didn't matter. It was fun to play against you and see the shock on your face when he whipped out a new trick.

"Totally within game rules." He nodded and you shook your head. Cyno found himself needing to hide the slight blush on his face, all happy because of how into the game you were getting. "Okay, we're doing this again and you're gonna show me how to do that." You said and started reshuffling your deck before grabbing the dice. Leaning over the table, Cyno kissed your forehead while holding onto the back of your neck. "You're so cute when you're frustrated."

Cyno loved that you took the time to learn something he enjoyed and threw yourself in head first, he loved you for it.

Dainsleif: He hated himself for it, how most of his nights were still plagued with nightmares about the things he had seen. He also hated how every night he went to sleep he hoped it would be different, knowing it wouldn't be. Tonight went exactly as you'd expect, Dain shot up from his bed and looked around the room. Clutching his chest, breathing heavily as you slowly woke up next to him. That was the worst part of it all, the way it effected you at least in his mind.

"I'm sorry, go back to sleep." He knew he sounded gruff, but he couldn't stand the thought that his problems were effecting you. "Now you know I can't do that." You yawned, rubbing your eyes and leaned into him. "Do you want to talk about it?" He appreciated the question and he knew that you already knew the answer.

"What can I do for you?" You asked, gently wrapping your arms around him. He took the initiative to lay you both down and burry his face into your neck. "Just this, nothing more."

Dainsleif loved knowing you would be there when his answer would change, when he would be ready.

Itto: While most of the stigma around Oni's had been cleared, sometimes Itto would come across someone who was mean or simply didn't understand. The mean people were easy to deal with, he'd simply be mean in return but the people that didn't understand, that was different.

"I'm scared." A child murmured to his friend and you and Itto wandered past. When it was kids it hurt his feelings even more and you knew that, stopping in your tracks to kneel besides the child. "Scared? Of an Oni? That's so silly!" You smiled, looking back at Itto who looked confused. "Oni's don't hurt people, especially not this Oni." You explained and he felt his chest ache as he looked at you and this child.

"Here, he'll even let you feel his horns." You said and picked the kid up, lifting him to Itto's impressive height. "See kid! I don't bite." Itto said, bending his neck so that the child could gently touch his horns. The kid laughed as Itto shook his head and hair like a mane, loving the sound of both you and the kid laughing. "Nothing to be scared of." You added on, smiling at how silly he was.

Itto loved how you always stood up for him and helped people understand him, he was absolutely in love with you.

Tighnari: He found it hard to concentrate on his notes as he watched you browsing through his books, reading through the information about plants and animals all located in the forest. It wasn't like you were being annoying while doing it, no he just couldn't concentrate because of how cute you looked.

"What can you all do with Rukkhashava mushrooms?" You asked, wandering over to his desk and showing him the plant from a drawing in his book. Tighnari smiled, taking the book from you and looking over the page. "A bunch of things, personally I like cooking with them the most." He said, pulling you into his lap as you continued to flip through the pages.

"What about this?" You asked pointing to another type of plant. "Why do you want to know my dear?" He asked, kissing your cheek gently. You looked at him with a shrug, shutting the book as you did so. "Well, you spend your days with all of these things and have all of this knowledge about it all... feel like I should know some of it too. It seems important to you." You admitted, watching him hide his face in your shoulder to hide his blush.

You took interest in his work and made sure he knew he was heard, he loveed you for it.

A/N: some harmless fluff to reign in the weekend. This was special req from a friend.

#genshin x reader #cyno x reader #cyno #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif #itto x reader #itto #tighnari #tighnari x reader

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inmyicyworld · 8 months

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Mechanic! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Somehow you ended up in a storage room with one of your dad's mechanics.

Words count: 1.7k

Warnings: mechanic Bucky is a warning, smut, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, I promise that his hands are clean lol.

Author's note: just a quick thought. let me know if y'all want to read more about them😉

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“Don’t hide that pretty face, doll. It’s just me.” Bucky’s silky, deep voice filled the little space between you two, and you unconsciously pressed your thighs together, which made the evil grin on his face grow even bigger. “Such a pretty little thing; look at you.”

You couldn’t hold back your moans when a large, calloused hand slipped under your simple white dress, tracing your soft skin. Bucky leaned closer, towering over you and blocking your way out of the small storage room in the back of the repair shop. He was pressing your body between himself and the wall, trying to make you look him in the eyes.

Your face was burning hot, and your whole body was shivering from being so close to one of your dad's mechanics, whom you had a crush on forever.

“I see the way you’re looking at me, Y/N. So innocent with those quick looks, shy smiles, and little dresses. You drive me crazy, baby.” Another hot wave washed over you. Your hands flew up at the feeling of two fingers tracing the line of your panties, but not going further. “Tell me that you want it. I won’t do anything against your will. C’mon, talk to me.”

“I—Bucky—I want, but I don’t know. It's wrong. Someone might hear, and um, I don’t—it’s not my thing. You probably don’t even like me.” His laugh was so genuine that you almost felt embarrassed for saying something wrong.

“Don’t like you? Are you serious, Y/N?” This time Bucky finally took your face with his free hand and held it so tightly that you had no choice but to look into his blue eyes. I've liked you since the day I started working here a year ago. You’re so precious, so pretty, and so cute that I don’t know whether I want to wrap you in a blanket and keep you safe or completely destroy you and see the real you. Because you know what people say... the shy ones are the frekiest.” Bucky’s lips were almost touching yours, and you both breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. The weird, unknown heat in your stomach was almost painful, and the way Bucky's eyes were jumping from your eyes to your lips made your knees feel weak.

“I thought that you hated me.” You breathed out. Bucky smiled again; his lips almost touched you in the most testing way possible.

“I wouldn’t be able to hate such an angel like you. Your father just told us that he'll kill anyone who messes with his daughter.” You laughed and moved your hips, where Bucky’s hand was still under your dress.

“And you clearly didn’t care, huh?”

“I tried to do my best, but I can’t anymore. Let me take care of you, please.” He touched your nose with his, and it felt like the most intimate thing. Here, in the dark and small room, breathing the same air, and almost having his fingers in your underwear, you couldn’t say no.

You slightly nodded, and it was everything that Bucky needed to finally kiss you. He was dominating, devouring your mouth, and biting and liking your lips. You felt lightheaded because no one had ever been this eager to kiss you, taste you, or learn every corner of your body.

But Bucky was greedy.

He kept one hand on the side of your face, holding you the way he needed to, and the other one under your dress finally moved. His fingers swiped on the front part of your panties, which made you instantly twitch.

“No-no, don’t run away. I feel the wet spot, is that for me, baby?” You once again felt flushed and slightly embarrassed and tried to hide your face behind your hair, but Bucky was not having it. He stepped even closer to you, so his firm and hot body was pressing into you and you had no chance to move. (not that you wanted to.) “Tell me.”

“It’s for you. I want you.”

“Fuck, I want to destroy that pretty pussy right now, but you don’t think that our first time will be in a dusty and dirty place, do you?” Bucky lowered his head to your neck and breathed in your sweet scent. “No, sweetheart. ‘M gonna take you on a date, be the gentleman that you deserve, and then take you to my place and fill you with my cock until it’s the only thing you can think of, ‘kay? But now, let me see how well you can take my fingers, baby.”

A mixture of disappointment and excitement shot through your body. You wanted Bucky inside of you so bad, but it was a really bad idea. It would be just messy and quick, and for fuck’s sake, your father, other workers, and god knows how many customers were not so far away from you. Everyone would see what Bucky had done to you, and you would probably just die from the embarrassment.

The feeling of two thick fingers running across your wet folds pulled you out of your head. Your mouth instantly fell open in a loud gasp, and you gripped Bucky’s inappropriately tight black t-shirt in your fists.

He was just teasing you with a smirk on his stupidly pretty face, slowly going up and down, covering his fingers in your slik.

“So wet, goddammit.” When he suddenly brushed over your clit, you loudly whined and caught his wrist with one of your hands. You looked at each other for a few seconds and honestly didn’t know what you wanted him to do—stop the torture or finally fill you up with his thick fingers. “Ask me nicely, doll, and I’ll give you whatever you need.” Using your wetness, Bucky’s thumb started rubbing your clit in circular motions, noticing how you completely lost yourself in pleasure and were supported only by his body against you. “Speak to me, c'mon.”

“B-bucky! I can’t, fuck, please-please, fill me up.” You cried, closing your eyes and breathing heavily.

“Good girl. See, you just needed to ask me.” Your legs were slightly pushed apart by his thigh, and then finally you felt that delicious stretch that made your eyes roll back again and fall into Bucky’s chest. You slightly shieved in his arms, wanting to press together your legs, but it was impossible with his fingers deep inside of you.

Honestly, you could never come like this before; even your own fingers were too thin and couldn’t reach that exact spot. But he did it so easily. With one thrust and slightly curled fingers, Bucky sent you into heaven.

Your a little bit too loud whimper told Bucky everything, and even without seeing his face, you knew that he was smirking again. “I found it, didn't I?” He continued going in and out of you slowly, almost lazily, touching your sweet spot every time. “Fuck, you’re doing something to me, doll. I’m already addicted to your sweet little moans and the way your greedy pussy sucks in my fingers.” Bucky chuckled, with the other hand gently wrapped around your neck, pinning you back against the wall. “Don’t hide your face from me; I want to see you when you cum around me.” He softly kissed your lips and, at the same time, started to move inside of you harder.

It was hot and messy, with more and more slik running out of you because of the dirty words Bucky was mumbling onto your lips. The wet noise that filled the little room was almost too loud, but the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to cum.

It creeped slowly but heavily. You figured out that Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, but he was a little too good at it. As if he already knew your body better than you and knew every right angle and spot to hit.

You were already close, choking on the air with your muffled moans and tears in your eyes, but when he finally added his thumb to your clit and rubbed it in a perfect rhythm, it hit you hard and quickly.

The white noise in your ears and the heat all over your body made you feel weak and dizzy. You couldn’t concentrate on a single thing or word because Bucky didn’t stop. He was filing you again and again, prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Squeezing my fingers so good. ‘M wondering how your sensitive pussy will feel around my cock later. Could you imagine that?” He lowered himself down to your ear. “Being so full of my cock that you can’t even think straight, how she’ll be milking me and taking every drop of my cum. I can’t fucking wait to destroy every single man for you.” Soft lips were leaving small kisses on your cheek while you were coming down from your height.

“Bucky, shit, that was—I’ve never felt like this before.” You whispered when your head became more clear.

Bucky gently pulled his fingers out of you, and before you could even feel embarrassed for the mees that you had left on his hand, he put his fingers into his mouth. His blue eyes closed at the taste of you on his tongue—even better than he imagined—and your face started to burn when you felt another wave of heat at that image.

“Such a sweet pussy, fuck... But as much as I want to tear you into pieces, I need to go back to work, and Nat is probably already looking for you.” He reached to fix our dress and hair before stepping back and looking at you up and down. “You should go first, because I have a little problem.” Bucky’s eyes shot to his crotch area, and only then did you notice how painfully tight his pants were.

“Oh my god, Bucky, I’m sorry, I—” You stepped closer to help him somehow, but he caught your hands in his and sweetly smiled at you.

“Don’t worry, doll. It’s not my first time getting a boner because of you.” Your eyes widened at his confession, and you bit your lower lip in a mixture of shame for being so oblivious and a desire to hop on top of that gorgeous man. “Now go; I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Okay.” With the last sweet kiss, you finally walked out of the small room, trying to act normal so no one would notice that you were a whining and crying mess only a few minutes ago.

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scarletevening · 4 months

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polished [ simon 'ghost' riley ]

read too many mafia simon fics [ more specifically @cordeliawhohung. omg j the thought of her fics gets me all bothered.] ANWAYS. bodyguard/underdog fic of him... ugh, got me drooling. i can't help but ramble about him like this.

cw: suggestive, public teasing/mentions of public sex, some fluff, mafia au, established relationship, mostly just headcannons/rambling, no real plot, obsessive-ish simon, fem! reader.

simon "takes care of what belongs to him" riley who doesn't let you even see the bill of the restaurant he takes you to. only taking you to restaurants that have his card at registration, that don't ever print and only e-mail receipts.

who acts like all hell will break loose if you even try to pull out your wallet, immediately wrapping his large hand around yours, smiling as his gruff voice mumbles to the waitress, or cashier, or bartender, or whoever else would be cashing you out. even when you pout and whine, he chuckled, his lips curving into a smile and he pulls his mask just over them, to shush you with a kiss.

simon riley who never lets you slip away from his touch, smiling as he lets you sit on his meaty thigh, your back pressed against his broad shoulders as you sit in the private room with some... friends. you knew otherwise, with the way the women changed every hour, but you didn't. you stayed, the hand splayed around your waist unmoving as his masked face trails its lips down your spine, kissing the nape of you neck through the fabric.

who makes sure to schedule every appointment for his girl. your nails, your brows, you spa, anything else you want, need, desire. he'll do it, he'll wash more money, wake a little earlier, blaming it on a morning run, bidding you goodbye with a kiss on your forehead, closing your bedroom door to load his gun. but it didn't matter, not when he got to see your cute little face warm up and smile, thanking him in that sweet coo as you tugged gently at his collar; a kiss as a thank you.

simon riley who makes sure you never, ever, ever are alone, unsafe, without him. he goes everywhere with you, the grocery store, he loiters at your little diner as your best tipping customer, sitting beside you as you get your nails done. and even when you think it's just you and your girlfriends, giggling and drinking tea from cute china cups, he's had some snake through the security cameras for him to watch. to keep you safe.

who never lets you take charge, who makes sure he can fulfill all of your desires. learns all your reactions, how the way his mask rustles against your cheek makes you blush as he whispers into your ears. how you always bat your eyelashes when you get needy. how you can barely last an hour with the way his rough fingers tap at your waist in the private club, watching the other couples flirt. how you let him tease you on his lap, as if no one else could see the way his fingers snuck under your skirt. how you always forget your own name when you feel the knot tightening in your belly, so impatient as he forced you to wait until you were in your own bed to satisfy you.

simon riley that learned how to cook your favorite breakfast so every morning after. bringing you tea, a plate of food, and a kiss to bed as you woke up, marked up and sore. you happily tucked you into his chest as he held a silver spoon to your lips.

who loves you dearly, the apple of his eyes, the sun to his moon, his woman.

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watermelonlovershigh · 4 months

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The Potty Incident /blurb/

AN: i thought this was a cute concept and wrote it out. if you think anything about this is inappropriate, grow up. this is just an example of a fatherly duty and nothing more. i really hope you enjoy. thank you for reading. xoxo

This story contains: child almost having an accident in their pants, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - any harry era - Rosie (daughter) age 3 }

word count- 764

While at the grocery store with just his daughter Rosie, she suddenly tells her daddy she has to potty and that leads to Harry running across the store with her to take her to the bathroom so no accidents occur.

Harry decided to take your three year old daughter Rosie to the grocery store with him while you took a nap. You were feeling drained from being six months pregnant with your second baby and Harry insisted you took a nap while they're out of the house.

Everything was going fine until Rosie whined from the cart Harry was pushing her around in that she had to potty. See the thing was, she was at that age where she's pretty much potty trained but on occasion will still have an accident. Usually it's when she can't make it to a toilet fast enough or sometimes when she's asleep.

You and Harry are very understanding when she does have accidents because potty training can be a tough thing to teach and learn. But you do try to avoid accidents as much as possible. So when Rosie tells her daddy she has to potty as he's picking up some bananas in the produce section of the store, his fight or flight clicks in. The one he uses for times like this or when she says she feels like she's gonna be sick, and does the only thing he can think to do in the moment.

"Shit," Harry whispers to himself, "alright, alright. Come 'ere." He drops the bananas in the basket and lifts little Rosie up from the cart seat. Once she's in his arms, Harry leaves his cart in the middle of the aisle and proceeds to jog to the back of the store where he knows the bathrooms to be. "It's gonna be alright. Hold it for a minute more, okay baby."

"But daddy," Rosie whines, clutching around Harry's neck while he basically runs through the store with her, "gotta potty really bad." Luckily not even ten seconds later they are met with a wall of bathrooms and Harry thanks god they have a family bathroom. He hates when he's out in public alone with his daughter and has to decide how he's going to take her to the bathroom when the only options are the men's room and the women's room.

Because he'll be damned if he takes his sweet baby girl into the men's room and she sees something she doesn't need to see at her innocent age. Or get cursed out by middle aged white ladies when they see him, a grown 6ft man with tattoos in the women's room. Even when he clearly has a child with him. So gender neutral / family restrooms are ideal for situations like this one.

Harry rushes into the one toilet bathroom and locks the door. Then he quickly sets Rosie down to the floor and helps her lift her dress and panties down before setting her on the toilet seat. He wishes he had time to wipe the seat off before hand but time wasn't an option for them at the moment. Just as she goes potty, he sighs in relief that they made it in time with no accidents occurring.

Still slightly out of breath from running across the store, he balls up some toilet paper and hands it to his daughter saying, "Okay, make sure you wipe really well. Just like mummy taught you." And that she does. She takes the toilet paper and wipes just like you had taught her when teaching her to use the potty on her own.

Rosie looks up at her father when she's finished and mutters, "All dones." Harry lifts her off the public toilet seat and helps pull her underwear back up and her dress back down. Then he flushes the toilet and carries the three year old to the sink to help her wash her hands. Once her small hands are all clean and dry, he lifts Rosie back up in his arms and proceeds to carry her back over to where he left his cart in hopes no one took it.

Thankfully the shopping cart was where he left it and Harry helps his daughter back in the basket seat to continue there shopping journey. As they wrap up grocery shopping and stand in the check out line, Rosie looks up from where she's sat in the cart and says, "Thank you daddy for helping me go potty so I didn't have an accident." with her tiny but round lips puckered as if asking for a kiss.

Harry leans down to except the generous kiss his daughter was giving and replies, "'Course, baby. And thank you for telling daddy that you had to go potty so you didn't have an accident. Love you so much. Now lets get home to mummy."

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cheapshrimpysheep · 10 months

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Taking Care of You - Younger Demon Brothers

This is the continuation of Taking Care of You - Older Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: What would a week with them taking care of you be like when you are sick? They taking turns to each take care of you for an entire day.

CHARACTERS: Younger Demon Brothers (Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader, Kissing, Comfort

WORD COUNT: An average of 980 words per character. A total of 3.950 words. (in this part)

COMMENTS: This was supposed to be shorter. So much so that this was supposed to be a post with all 7 demon brothers. But I think I got too inspired and ended up writing a lot, so I decided to separate it into two parts: the first with the 3 older brothers and the second with the 4 younger brothers.

I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: This is the continuation of Taking Care of You - Older Demon Brothers

This happens in the original time line, not in the Nightbringer one. So, you live with the Brothers in the House of Lamentation.

You got too sick to go to RAD. You need to rest in your room. Fortunately, it's a human exclusive illness, which means it doesn't affect demons whatsoever. So they can take care of you without any problems. The doctor said you would have to rest for a week, so everyone will take turns taking care of you for a day.

Shortly after midnight you receive a message from Satan: “Today it's my turn to take care of you. If you need anything, even if it's in the middle of the night, just let me know. I'll stay with you all night if you need me.”

You take this chance to ask him if sleeping with you counts, and he responds to you with, "Of course. I'll bring a new book I bought that I think you'll like. I can read it to you if you want.”

A few minutes later Satan knocks on your door and you let him in. To your surprise, not only does he bring a book with him, he also has a cup of tea. He sits on the bed next to you. “I've been reading about your illness and found this tea that can help you sleep better and soothe any aches and pains you may have. Do you want to try it?”

You sit on the bed and accept the tea. Maybe it's not the kind of flavour you like the most, but after drinking it you feel more relaxed. You say that to him and he gives you a sweet smile, glad that he could help you a little.

He shows you the book he brought, it’s a book of trivia. Some Devildom fun facts you can learn while listening to Satan's voice reading them to you in a voice you can fall asleep to.

You give him space to lie in bed with you, and he pulls his arm away so you can lay your head on his chest. He'll use one hand (and if necessary a little magic) to hold the book and turn the pages, while stroking your head with the other. You wish you could have cherished that moment longer, but being there with him was so comfortable, his hand so tender and his voice so soft, you fell asleep in no time.

When you wake up, you see him still by your side, but reading a book that wasn't that trivia one. When he feels you move and realizes you're awake, he places a bookmark you gift him in the book, closes it and sets it down. “Good morning” he says in a whisper and kisses your forehead “Did you sleep well?” You show him that you did, either in words or in murmurs as you smile at him.

You two snuggle for a bit. “Don't you want breakfast?” he asks you. You say yes, but that it’s very good to be with him like that. He chuckles “Don't worry, I can stay like this with you all day if you want. “But we should eat something. Especially you.” you agree in a murmur, he gives you one more kiss on the forehead and gets up from the bed.

He returns with a tray and the two of you sit at the table in your room. Cat face pancakes! With eyes, nose, mouth and whiskers drawn in chocolate. You tell him how cute they look and kiss him on the cheek. He kisses you on the cheek back and offers to feed you the pancake. You accept if he lets you feed him back.

He won't leave your room if he doesn't have to. If you're awake, he'll chat with you, read books with you, and watch a movie if you want. If you feel able to walk around the house, he can lead you to the Common Room where the fireplace is lit, to snuggle and cuddle with you. And he will try to attract some cats for you two to pet outside. Big chances he'll take a picture of you playing with the cats. Two of the things he loves most together!

If you need to rest and take a nap, he will stay in your room with you, sitting in a chair reading a book, right next to you. And if you let him, he will hold your hand in the meantime. Maybe he'll even ask you if you want to lay your head in his lap. And he can pet your head while you sleep. As he would do with a cat?... Maybe...

At lunch, he’ll cook for you whatever you want. And even if you want something he doesn't know how to cook yet or something complex, he won't deny your request. He will do everything possible to cook the dish you ask for. Even if he has to read and reread every cookbook he can find. Part of that is because he wants to be able to make you happy. The other part is a mixture of pride and stubbornness.

At dinner, it’s his and Asmo’s turn to swap sits at the table with the twins. And that’s okay. He already spent a whole day with you, he can give up that place by your side this time. Lucifer is on the opposite side of you and Mammon and Levi are at your feet.

At night, and before his turn ends, he returns to your room. He sits next to you on the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asks you. You tell him you feel fine, still a little sick, but fine. “I hope it was as pleasant for you to spend the day with me as it was for me to spend it with you.” You tell him it was, and he should make those cat pancakes more often. “For you, of course. But don't tell my brothers about them. I don't want to make those pancakes for anyone else, much less for them.”

“I also wanted to ask you if you would like me to read you some more from that book to help you fall asleep better.” You accept the offer, but this time he can't sleep with you because his turn is running out. So you ask if you can thank him for taking care of you that day, before you fall asleep and he leaves.

“As if I would deny such a request.” he says with a smile. You sit on the bed and kiss his lips. You feel his hands land on your face, as if he's asking you to let the kiss last a little longer.

After you break away from the kiss, you lie back down. He caress your cheek and starts reading that trivia book in that soft voice that makes you fall asleep in no time.

You wake up with a message from Asmo. It’s 00:24am. “Hi hon~ It's your darling's turn to take care of you~! If you're awake, what some company~?” You reply that now you are awake. “*shocked emoji* Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry! Please let me redeem myself. Let me treat you. I have wonderful things to help you sleep and even improve your skin. Please~?” You surrender and tell him he can come to your room.

He knocks at your door, you let him in and he walks in slowly, as if already apologizing. “Hi hon...” he speaks in his softest, cutest voice. “Sowwy~” he goes to your bed and sits next to you “I didn't want to wake you up, but I wanted so much to enjoy these twenty-four hours with you. I brought some of my skincare products. Will you let me take care of your pretty face? It's very relaxing.”

You accept his offer and settle in bed. He didn't want to make you get up to wash your face, so he used a spell he usually uses when he's feeling a little lazy. Allow him to do all your skincare in bed. He massages your face with such gentleness and care that it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep again.

When you wake up, you see Asmo sleeping next to you with an eye masks. You know he doesn't like to have his beauty sleep interrupted, but it was time to wake up and you guys need to eat breakfast. So you try to wake him up as sweetly as you can.

You whisper his name in that voice of yours that you know he loves so much. And if that's not enough, you start kissing his cheeks as well. He smiles and takes off his eye mask. He looks at you and then proceeds to attack you with kisses. As if he was thanking you for the best wake-up anyone could give him.

“Good morning~” He says, hugging you on the bed. “How do you feel, hon?”

“Loved” is what you answer him with a smile.

“Awww, you're so cute!” he kisses you again “I'm glad, but do you feel well?” You say yes, still a little sick, but fine. And hungry. “Ha ha, you sounded like Beel now. But I'm also getting hungry. I'll prepare breakfast for us.” he kisses you one more time and get out of bed.

When he returns, he brings out a tray with two plates of rainbow waffles and whipped cream hearts. “(Y/N)! Look! Didn't they look so beautiful? I made them! Am I not so beautifully talented?” The waffles really were beautiful and you tell him so. Before you eat, he asks you to take a picture with them together.

It doesn't matter if you are sick, Asmo can still make you beautiful. He'll give you a spa day at home. He'll even take you to his bathroom for a better experience. He'll use his scented candles, fill the bathtub with bubbles (you can get in in a bathing suit), put on relaxing music, and give you all the spa treatments he knows.

If you fall asleep, no problem. He probably fell asleep in the middle of all this relaxation too.

At lunch, if you feel able to walk around the house, he will take you with him to make lunch together and he will teach you how to make more beautiful dishes. And, of course, take pictures with them.

And since you feel better and the two of you are having fun cooking all those beautiful dishes, you ask Asmo if he would like to make them for dinner for all to see. “That's a great idea!” he says excitedly “We can show them the beautiful things we can do together. But, are you sure you feel well enough to do it?” You say yes, at least for now. “If you start to feel too tired just let me know, I can finish the dishes. Don't try too hard okay? You're still sick after all.”

You two surprise the others with your dinner. Everyone else starts asking about you, if you haven't tried too hard. But you assure them that you are fine and that when you feel tired, Asmo finished the dinner. They also compliment your appearance and especially your skin.

You felt able to eat in the Dining Room, so that's where everyone had dinner. No need for Mammon and Levi eat at your feet. Although Asmo started to use it to tease them and say that maybe they liking to be at your feet, say something. Mammon protests and Levi turns red as a tomato.

Before his day is over, he returns to your room. “Hi hon~ How are you? Feeling better?” You tell him that you are feeling better than you did at the start of the week, but that you’re still not fully healed. You still feel a little jaded. “This means that next week you will be healed, right?” he had a hopeful smile on his face.

You ask him if he misses you at RAD. “Of course I do! It feels like ages waiting for you to get well again. Nobody loves me like you do.” He was making puppy dog eyes at you, a mix of pity and sadness.

You tell him that. for missing you so much and taking such good care of you, he deserves a thank you kiss. His smile lights up his face and he hugs you, both of you sitting on the bed. You start by kissing his cheek, before he sulks a little, impatiently. And then you kiss his lips. It isn’t a lustful kiss, but a loving kiss, showing how much he misses you.

He is sad to have to part from kissing you, but his turn is ending. He gives you a bunch of goodnight kisses before he leaves, almost at midnight. He wanted to be with you as long as possible.

You fell asleep shortly after Asmo left your room. But you woke up a few minutes later, hungry. At that moment, you receive a message from Beel: “I came into the kitchen to get some midnight snacks. Do you want some? If you're awake.” You say yes, that you had just woken up hungry. “Okay, I'll get some more things and go to your room.”

He knocks at the door and you let him in. “I didn't wake you up did I?” he asks you, with a bunch of snacks in his arms “You know, with the message?” You say no, that in fact he even sent the right message at the right time. “I'm glad.” he smiles like a happy Shiba inu “I brought all your favourite snacks. I didn't know which one you wanted.”

With only 10% of what he brought, you were full. Beel ate the rest of the 90% of the snacks.

“Today is my day to take care of you.” he remembers “Is there anything else you need?” You take advantage of his question to ask him if he would like to sleep with you. You would sleep much better with him. He blushes a little. “I always sleep better with you by my side too. I'll just text Belphie to let him know I'm sleeping in your room. He might be worried if he can't find me anywhere.”

He texts his twin and then joins you in bed. However, the bed is a little small for the two of you. You take the liberty of snuggling up to him and resting your head on his chest. He smiles at you, he wanted to snuggle with you too. He puts his arms around you “Goodnight (Y/N)” and feeling protected by him you fall asleep in his arms.

You wake up with Beel's soft lower voice whispering your name. You open your eyes slowly and look at him, slightly sleepy, but you feel like you slept well, and enough. “Good morning” he whispers to you with a cute smile on his face. And before you could say good morning back to him, you heard a snort. His belly.

“Sorry. I'm hungry.” he apologizes, both with his words and his expression. You ask why he hasn't gone for breakfast yet if he was already hungry. “I wanted to have breakfast together with you. And I didn't want you to wake up without me by your side. You're very cute when you're sleeping, you know?”

You smile flattered and thank him for being so thoughtful of you. You tell him that he can go get breakfast for the two of you now, but remind him not to overdo your part. Despite it being Saturday, the other brothers are not at home, because they had to take care of some RAD related things at Diavolo's request.

He returns with two towers of pancakes, one in each hand, and pancake syrup in his coat pocket. He had a huge smile on his face, he loves to eat with you. “I overdid your part, didn't I?” he asks, seeing your surprised face. You say maybe, but surely they must be delicious and he can eat whatever you can't.

Unfortunately, you woke up a little nauseous from your illness, so you ate less than usual, which alarmed Beel a little. “Are the pancakes not good? Did I put too much sugar?” You tell him that he doesn't need to worry, that the pancakes are great and that you would like to eat more, but you can't at the moment because you're nauseous. “I can make more when you feel better if you want. I don't mind.” You ask if he's sure. “Of course. It’ll be hard to resist the urge to eat them right there. But it's to make you happy, so I'll do my best.” You thank him with a passionate kiss on the cheek, which makes him smile even wider. He will gladly feed you if you want.

If at any time during the day you need to get some sleep, he will respect that and not leave your room in case you need something when you wake up.

Fortunately, you feel physically better and he suggests that the two of you take a short walk around the garden to get some air, since you haven't left the house in a week. You will walk hand in hand. If you feel cold, he will give you his coat or hug you. And if you feel tired, even just a little, he will carry you back to your room if you let him.

If at lunch you want his pancakes, he'll make them, if not, he'll make whatever you feel like eating. And at dinner, the usual, since you can already eat with them at the dining room table. And at night, before his day is over, he comes back to your room.

“Your appetite returned at lunch and dinner. I'm glad.” he tells you with his cute smile “How are you feeling?” You tell him that the walk in the garden did you a lot of good, and you thank him for the idea and for taking the walk with you. His smile only grows when hearing that he helped you like that. “I'm glad you're feeling better now. I've been miss you so much.” You tell him that you felt the same way and that you were very happy to spend that day with him, only him.

“Me too. I love Belphie, and spending time with you two, but I like spending time with you like this more.” he sits with you on the bed and hugs you. You take advantage of this to cup his face and kiss him. His kiss is sweet and tender.

He'll stay there with you, holding you, until his twin brother knocks on the door shortly after midnight.

Belphie knocks on your bedroom door and Beel opens it. They talk for a while before Beel bids you both good night and leaves to go to their room.

“You're going to let me sleep with you right?” Belphie says, with that cute little brother smile he uses to get what he wants. “It's been a week since I've only seen you at dinner. And today is already my day to take care of you. So...”

You lie down, giving Belphie space to lie down next to you. As he does and hugs you like you're his favourite pillow, which you probably are. “I've been dreaming about you.” he whispers, sleepy and close to your neck “Which only makes it sadder to wake up without you with me. You really are mean doing that to me, you know?” And in an instant he falls asleep in your arms. And you in his.

When you wake up, he's still fast asleep and clinging to you. You try to wake him up, whispering his name, poking him... But he just complains in sleepy moans. “Belphie, I'm starting to get hungry.” you tell him, what makes him answer: “Then wake me up with a good morning kiss.”

You kiss his forehead, but apparently that's not enough. Then you start kissing his cheek several times until you suddenly stop. He complains lazily and you tell him you can continue after he brings breakfast. “Mmmm... Fine...” And he kisses your cheek before getting up and, somewhat reluctantly, leave your room.

Whatever was the matter at RAD, the others had to go to the Demon Lord's Castle that Sunday to finish things off. And because of that, you're alone with Belphie.

He comes back with a basic breakfast, like toast, but they taste pretty good. Even if you already feel healed, remember that we are talking about the Avatar of Sloth. So, if it's up to him, the two of you will spend all day in bed or on the sofa in the living room, just chilling and cuddling, sleeping or watching something. Or at least, that's how you spend your morning.

At lunch, knowing that you already feel practically healed, he will convince you to cook with him. Especially since cooking alone for two people is a lot more work and doing anything with you is better. At some point while you are cooking he will hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder. But if you still don't feel well enough to cook, don't worry, he'll cook everything if he sees you're still not well.

Since you haven't left the House of Lamentation for a week, he asks if you'd like to spend the afternoon in the garden, under the stars (Since in the Devildoom it was always night). The weather was even nice. You agree, and Belphie gets you a picnic blanket to lie outside. In the middle of the afternoon, if you're hungry, he'll go into the house to get you two some snacks, but only after you convince him with a few kisses.

When the others arrive home, they get worried for not finding you or Belphie anywhere, until Beel decides to look in the garden and finds you two. The others start complaining about Belphie taking you outside, because if you were still sick it could be worst for you. But you explain that you already felt better and that getting some air after spending so much time in bed was doing you a lot of good. Lucifer even praises Belphie for the idea, until Belphie said that Beel had already taken a walk with you the day before which extended Lucifer's praise to him as well.

Dinner felt like the usual with the brothers, but you could tell by their good mood that everyone was very happy that it was the last day you need to stay home and rest. Everything will be back to normal the next day. Even though the next day was a Monday, they were happy.

Like the others, Belphie came to your room before his day of taking care of you was over. “Hi how are you? Completely healed, right?” he asks, and you nod “Great. So where is my compensation?” His compensation? “Yes. I was away from you for a week, I think I deserve an apology for the emotional damage. Oh! And I still took care of you all day today, you even made me wake up in the morning to bring you breakfast, I deserve a reward for that too, don't you think?”

You smile and sigh, gesturing for him to sit on the bed with you. You hug him and start kissing him on the cheek before getting to his lips. He hugs you tighter and leans over to make you lie down on the bed, as he lays down next to you.

After the kiss he continues lying down and hugging you. “You're not going to sleep here again tonight, are you?” you ask him

“Why? Don't tell me you want me to go away?” he says with sad puppy dog eyes. He knows perfectly well that your answer is no. You sigh, and snuggle into him. He gives you a few kisses on your cheek and around your neck, lazy, loving kisses, until you both fall asleep.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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berriblossom · 5 months

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Hi can I make a request of Casper from a date with death with a short s/o that’s chubby and a baker and is a otaku and is a tomboy but still likes some cute things tho

I just wanna see some domestic things for Casper

-> This is so much cuteness! Thank you for the ask!

-> What he loves most | Casper x gn!reader! -> Second POV, just fluff!

There were a lot of things Casper had to get used to when he had his newfound freedom from being a reaper of souls. Many of which he happily shared with you.

Whether it was going through old manga that you had stored on your shelves that he read in his free time, or watching old animation films you bought for him to entertain himself with. Some nights if he felt up to it, he'd ask to wear a face mask while watching a new show of yours. He may not understand the concept of "fighting for your honor back " but he'd watch if it makes you happy. Another thing Casper loves while doing this is laying his head on your thighs or tummy. Slowly as you watch the film you'll notice him lean closer and closer to you as the show goes on. Soon enough he's lying on your thighs commenting about the protagonist being too bright or obnoxiously loud. (if you mention anything about being the same way to him, he will deny it and say you get an exception because his sunshine is supposed to be bright and vibrant.) He will also remind you if the show you are watching or catching up on has new episodes, just to remind you and make you smile at the end of a work day.

If you like playing games of any sort, he is down but is competitive and kind of a grandpa.(remember the emoji convo) so be patient with him. He is trying. I see Casper as the type of gamer to play the Sims and never leave the computer, just designing his future with you, your pet, Azrael, and a garden for you. (with a large kitchen and space for baking, with a personal room for you and your novelties and books). Don't let him play a horror game. He either makes fun of it for the overdramatic deaths or he'll challenge it. Either way, the fear factor won't work on him like that(in my opinion) but try and delete the 4 bedroom and 3 bath home on the Sims he made for you, there you will get tears and screams.

Another thing Casper likes is your job. Even though he has mentioned that reapers don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe somehow he is always jumping at the occasion whenever you text him about bringing home any baked goods or pastries from the shop home to him and Azrael. (yes, him too because it is an excuse for you to bring more to share) It doesn't matter what you pick, he'll eat it with an adorable face of joy. He sometimes will come down to the bakery and help if you need it.

While making fun of you for being "below the average mortal height" that he has seen over the years. You can flirt as much as you want to but, Casper will always use his height to his advantage. If you're in the shop and need something from a high shelf or above the fridge? Ask him politely to inflate his ego a little bit and then he will help you. While placing his tease a bit. Looking for something specific but can't seem to find it. He placed it on top of the fridge in "sky jail" because you teased him earlier about liking cream in his mouth. Now you'll never finish the dessert you were making unless you go to find the step stool. (which he has also put in a higher place to piss you off more.)

Cuddling sessions after a tiring day of work are as ethereal as Casper is. Had a hard day at work? Get in the blanket with him, he might be as frigid as a frozen tundra but his cuddles and affectionate squeezes and words of encouragement are just as warm. A customer made you a little upset? Oh, trash needed to go out on Thursday anyway (that's a joke, unless...).

The best learning experience for Casper is when he tries to bake or cook with you, he doesn't know the proper measurements for anything, it's random bullshit and go for him. But he will listen to your instructions. While he is intently measuring the sugar, water, and yeast mixture with full concentration, if you go up to him and give him a kiss or hug him from behind he'll shoo you away and mumble about how he was so kind to be helping you at work. FOR FREE. But after a few minutes, he'll ask for your assistance on a task and will cling to you like glue. Will he get flour in his hair? You'll never know, but he will snipe samples and test batches of anything you'll make. Your coworker's batches? Not so much. Even if it is hot garbage in your opinion he will still eat it up as if he was starved.

All in all, Casper can be a little shit or sweetheart for you. Just bring some extra snacks for him and Azrael for the next few days while he is on that Sims 4 dream home.

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eclecticqueennerd · 10 months

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Butcher as Girl Dad

Billy would be terrified to learn that he’s going to be a dad. Mostly because he’s afraid he’s going to turn into something like his father. This is what keeps him up most nights. You’d have to constantly reassure him that he’s not his father and that him being aware of his father’s past treatment of Billy, is a step in the right direction.

When Billy got comfortable with the idea of you being pregnant, you are treated like a queen. You have a specific craving, he'll gets up in the middle of the night to get it “Pickles and ice cream love, you sure?”. You need to take a seat to rest your swollen feet, he’s practically throwing Hughie off the sofa for you to sit. “No, it’s okay Billy I can sit at the table.” “Nonsense, Hughie, get off your ass before I kick it to Timbuktu.”

When you found out you were having a girl, Billy got nervous again. He didn’t know how to handle girls. With boys, you can roughhouse with and bond over sports but with girls- “Billy, I’ll have none of that sexist shit. Girls can do just about anything boys can.” You’d chastise Billy.

When your daughter is born, and Billy held her in his arms he felt like he was going to break her. You watched him as he held her, never moving muscle. At first, when she begins to fuss, Billy's eyes would go wide as dinner plates, and tried passing her off to you, “You can rock her back and forth to soothe her.” Billy tries that and it works. You’d have to give him soft encouragement when it came to interactions with your daughter, as Billy only ever knew violence, not comfort, coming from his hands.

You were very impressed with how composed Billy acted around your daughter, mostly when it came to swearing. On occasion, he’d have a few slip-ups, but he watched his mouth most of the time. One time the three of you were playing tea party, dressed to the nines in princess gear when Mr. Teddy didn’t meet your daughter's demands, she started yelling at him and called him a cunt. You immediately shot Billy a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me, I don’t say that around ‘er.” “Obviously you do, otherwise she wouldn’t have said it. Honey, where did you hear that word?” “I heard Daddy say it the other day on the phone with French Fry (her nickname for Frenchie)” You had to explain to your daughter that cunt is a mean word and can hurt people’s feelings. *GASP “Daddy, why do you want to hurt French Fries feelings?”

You come back home after a long day and see Billy reading three little pigs to your daughter in her room. She was tucked under her blankets, drifting off to sleep. You walked to the couch and plop down, resting your feet on the ottoman. Shortly after, Billy comes out of your daughter’s room and joins you on the couch. He lets out a heavy sigh, “Rough day huh?” “You know we watched Trolls 4 times today. Anytime I asked, ‘er if she wanted to watch something else, she’d want Trolls.” “We’ll it’s a cute movie.” “Yeah, it was cute the first few times we watched it, now it’s just annoying.” “Well, she likes it and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” “We need a boy in this house, you girls are gonna be the death of me.” You climb on Billy's lap and straddle his hips. “You ready for another one?” Billy places his hands on your waist and leans forward, “If it means we get to watch Transformers once in a while, yeah.” “Billy, I don’t think that’s a good enough reason to have another child.” Billy flips you on your back, “Love, I’ll do anything if it means I don’t have to watch that bloody movie again.” The two of you tried for a few weeks to get pregnant and succeeded.

9 months later you gave birth, it was another girl.

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m-jelly · 7 months

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Hello Jelly 💗 can I request dad Levi with their baby asking for a puppy because initially they wanted a sibling but both Levi and y/n was unable to give it right away so they adopt a dog and then unexpected happen, y/n is pregnant.

My English sucks because it is not my first language

@ladycheesington <3

A puppy and a baby

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, married, dad Levi, fluff, romance, pregnancy, being parents, getting a puppy.

Your daughter wants to be a big sister. Levi and you want another baby too, but it takes time. So, you get a cute puppy and all things are going perfectly. You get curious, take a test and find out you're pregnant as well.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

You smiled at Lilly as she sat on your lap with her book. You read it to her as she read along and learned new words. You did a funny voice making her squeal with laughter and clap her little hands. Your daughter brought so much joy to your and Levi's lives.

Lilly looked up as the door opened and closed. "Daddy!"

Levi chuckled. "Wait there! I have a gift!"

You knew very well Levi was taking his shoes off and then slipping his slippers on to keep his house clean. You hugged Lilly and felt excited to see your husband. "A fun gift, huh? It's exciting."

Levi walked into the living room with his jacket looking bigger than normal. "I think you're gonna like it." He zipped down a bit causing a dog to pop its head out. "Ta da!"

Lilly gasped. "Puppy!"

Levi put the puppy down on its paws. "You can name him anything you want."

"Cupcake!"

He let out a long sigh. "Cupcake?"

She giggled. "I joke!"

He knelt and hugged his daughter. "You little rascal. So, what do you want to call him?"

She slipped off your lap and petted the dog. "Mm...Hades!"

"Great name. I'll get a nametag for him."

She ran around with Hades and giggled. "Good boy!"

Levi sat next to you and sighed. "He's a cute dog, huh? Don't worry, I will train him and Mike will help too, seeing as he is a dog trainer."

You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek a few times. "Perfect. He'll be a very good boy." You smiled at Levi. "Speaking of good boys."

Levi smiled at you. "You know I love it when you call me that."

You kissed him and hummed against his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You slapped his thigh making him buck. "Now, my handsome hubby, I need you to look after the two darlings so I can go pee tinkle."

He winked at you. "Sure. Hurry back, I wanna kiss and cuddle."

You got up and squealed when Levi slapped your ass. "Naughty."

"You know I am."

You hummed a laugh and made your way to your and Levi's private bathroom connected to your bedroom. Normally, you'd go to the one downstairs but there was something in this one that you needed. Inside this bathroom, there were a few pregnancy tests. Everyone wanted another Ackerman in this family, but you didn't know if it was going to happen so soon with the talks.

You took three tests and cleaned up. You weren't expecting a positive but you just wanted to give it a go. You collected the tests and shoved them in your pocket before making your way back to your husband and daughter. He made your heart flutter by taking sweetly with his little girl and teaching her about dogs.

"Cute."

Levi sat back and smiled. "Thank you." He eyed your pocket. "What you got?"

You handed him the three tests. "I thought I'd give them a go."

He hummed and looked at them. "Holy sugar! Honey? You're pregnant."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

He jumped up with a grin and showed you the tests. "Look! Three positives! We're having another baby!"

You squealed in delight as Levi scooped you up and spun around with you. "A baby!"

Lilly ran over. "Baby? Where?"

Levi put you down. "In mummy's tummy. You're going to be a big sister!"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

You giggled as Lilly ran around. "A puppy and two kids. What a wonderful family."

Levi kissed you. "It's perfect."

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eternalsams · 2 months

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Hello I really like your work!

Could I maybe make a request about the reader having anxiety and Fanboy dropping everything to go comfort the reader (who they’ve both secretly had a thing for each other) lots of fluff! Lol

OMG yes this is so cute!! Sorry it took so long, you probably don't even remember sending me this ask, but I have not forgotten!

Call me ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x gn!reader

summary: when things get rough, you know exactly who you have to call.

content/warnings: anxiety, panic attack, fluff, final exams (that should be a proper warning)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: english isn't my first language, please take that into consideration.

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You smiled at the picture on your phone, Mickey's smile illuminating the screen. He'd sent you a text just before leaving the locker room and joining his friends up in the sky. His goofy face always managed to stretch a smile onto your lips. You sent him an emoji blowing a kiss even though you knew he would only see it in a few hours when he'll be back on the ground. You put down your phone on your desk face down and looked back at your laptop, your smile fading quickly. You needed to study.

You managed to learn a good part of your subject before you heard your phone vibrate. You looked at the window and saw that the sun was now high in the sky. You sighed and answered your best friend. "Hey, Mickey!" You smiled, happy to get this break in your study session. "Hey! Did you see the picture I sent you?" He immediately asked. You chuckled and rubbed your forehead. "Yes, Mickey, I saw it. I even texted you back, didn't you see?" You could hear men voices behind him and figured out he was still in the locker room. The sound of his voice became a bit more distant, surely from the fact he put down his phone to change clothes. "Nah, sorry. I didn't check my messages, I immediately called you when we were dismissed." Wolf whistles were heard on the other end but Mickey was quick to make them stop with an insult.

You could hear him shuffle and then his voice got really close to the phone, as if he removed the speaker. "How's studying?" He asked, his tone way calmer now. You sighed and leaned back in your chair. "Boring." He chuckled and you heard him close his locker. "Yeah, I figured. Do you want me to come over and clear your mind?" You looked back at your laptop and scooted closer to it. "Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna study some more, I'll let you know if I need anything." He didn't say anything but you didn't need him to, you already knew how he felt about how hard you were on yourself about those exams. "I'm fine, Mickey. I hope you had fun today." You told him before he could even scold you. You heard him slightly sigh and could almost hear the smile stretching his lips as he answered you. "Take care, I love you." You smiled and made a kissing sound right to the phone. "Love you too, Fanboy." He groaned at the callsign. "Don't call me that!" You laughed some more before hanging up and turning off the sound on your phone. You put it back down and focused on your laptop.

Reading again and again the same words until they were engraved in your brain. You only took a quick pause to make yourself a tea to drink as you read the same words all over again. You didn't even notice the sun starting to go down until your stomach asked for food. You leaned back in your chair to stretch your muscles and glanced at the window, your eyes widening as you notice how late it must already be. You checked your phone and was horrified to see it was already 5 in the afternoon. You had barely done anything of your day and the final exams were coming soon. "No, no, no..." You closed your lesson and opened another one, if you couldn't learn everything by heart, you at least wanted to know the basics of each of them.

Your heart started beating faster as you read the lesson you wrote months ago in class. Why didn't you study sooner? Breathing through your nose turned out to be quite difficult as your lungs asked for more and more oxygen. Your hands started trembling as you tried to go through your lesson. You shook them firmly to get rid of the tremble but nothing seemed to help you at the moment. Tears blurred your sight and burned your eyes but you couldn't allow yourself to take the time to properly cry when those exams would determine if you can get a job or not. So you simply let the tears roll down your cheeks as you tried to read your lesson, holding your shaking hands and breathing heavily through your mouth. The first sob broke through your focus and you felt your chest clenching, squeezing your heart in your ribcage and feeling like you might die from suffocation. You brought a hand to your chest and whined in pain. You didn't know what was happening but you knew what to do.

You tentatively grabbed your phone and Mickey's warm smile greeted you on your lock screen. You searched for his contact and immediately put on the speaker, not trusting your hand to hold the phone during the call. It rang one. Two. Three times. "Hello?" His voice warmed your heart. You could hear voices behind him and music, sign that he was at the Hard Deck with his friends "Mickey?" Your shaking voice must have alarmed him cause you heard him excuse himself to his friends and the music faded behind him. "What's wrong?" He sounded so serious. "I..I don't know what's happening... I can't... I can't breathe." You quietly sobbed. "I'm on my way, don't move and try to slow your breathing." You tried to protest but he had already hung up on you. Your phone turned off automatically and you were once again alone with the bloody laptop.

Not even twenty minutes later, you heard your front door open after Mickey used the spare key you gave him a few months ago. He ran to you and wrapped you in his arms as you cried some more, feeling safer than ever against him. He rocked you against his chest, stroking comfortably your hair and murmuring sweet nothings to calm you down. You both let yourselves fall on the floor but he never let you go, holding you close to him. "It's okay, you're okay. Breathe with me, Angel." He took a big breath through his nose and waited for you to do the same. He then Breathed out through his mouth, watching attentively as you did the same, your exhale way shakier than his. "You're okay, you're with me." He kept rocking you until you completely calmed down. More tears rolled down your cheeks to soak Mickey's shirt but he really couldn't care less.

It felt like forever until you were both laying on the floor of your apartment, your gaze glued to the ceiling as his eyes couldn't leave your face. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, almost in a whisper not to startle you. You swallowed and turned to him completely, resting your weight on your hip. "The exams. I'm so scared I'm gonna fail." Mickey immediately sighed at your answer and new teras threatened to spill but he quickly turned his body to you and gently grabbed your face to wipe your tears. "You're too hard on yourself, Angel." You pursed your lips and looked away as he scooted closer to you, opening his arms for you to snuggle in close. You quietly cried against his chest as he stroked your back soothingly. "Angel?" He called, stopping his movements on your back. "Hmm?" You answer, staying snuggled in his shirt. "Look at me, please." You leaned back and looked up at him, meeting his brown eyes. He softly smiled and closed the distance between you two, pressing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips. Your eyes widened and you felt your face heat up as he looked back into yours eyes. "You're gonna nail it, I'm sure. You're the smartest person I know, no exam should scare you." He then kissed your forehead and tenderly tucked his chin on top of your head.

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 1 year

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Warnings: fem! Reader, mentions of bullying, weight, blood, being punched and getting punched etc.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,795

-Riddle Rosehearts-

•You dare to bully his s/o? Off with your head! No but literally. Riddle is hunting down the person who did this to you and giving them hell in every way possible that doesn't break the school rules.

•When he'd first gotten a call telling him you were in trouble due to punching someone in the nose, Riddle was seething. Perhaps a suitable punishment would be having you read and write down 400 out of the 810 rules of the queen of hearts. Hmm, yes that sounds excellent.

•His mood got even more sour when he entered the nurses room to see them bandaging your bloodied knuckles with you crying, blabbering about how they said you were fat and how you'd get in trouble with your boyfriend.

•“Who?” It was a simple demand from him for their names or their looks. How dare they hurt his rose. Riddle had grabbed Trey from his activities to sit with you while he tracked down these students to report them to the headmage.

•This red Bakugo had borderline threatened to have Cater post online how bad Crowley was as a principal if he didn't get these students kicked from the school.

•Lesson learned: Don't mess with Riddle's girlfriend.

•In the aftermath, Riddle will pamper you. He’ll make you some tea, make you some sweets (W/Trey’s help) and take care of your injuries himself. There's a lot of reassurance that leaves your usually hot-headed boyfriend's lips. On how perfect you look, or how cute you look despite his embarrassment of admitting it.

•He’s by your side until he makes sure your mental health is fine and your injuries have healed.

-Leona Kingscholar-

•Literally busts down your door asking if you beat their asses.

•Doesn't matter how you answer. He's sending off some henchmen of his to beat their asses a second time if you've already done so. No one messes with his Herbivor. He’ll make sure to visit them for a third beatdown in his own time.

•Leona doesn't go to the teachers in the school or to Crowley for help. This is between him and the assholes that decided to beat you up and harass you about your looks. He’s giving them hell, regardless of if you wanted him to or not.

•He doesn't pamper you as much as some of the other dorm leaders would. But if you want something he'll send Ruggie out to get it for you.

•Leona cuddles you more than he did before. Fuck school, you can get back onto your studies after your well rested and in a better state of mind. He's not going to let you go anywhere without him for a while.

•Congratulations, you've unlocked grumpy bodyguard Leona. You better make sure people don't look at you for too long at one time.

•If you have any leftover injuries from the fight, Leona is surprisingly good at tending to your wounds and patching you up. Of course, he's not the gentlest person, so don't complain to him if he's holding your tiny wrist a bit too hard while tending to you.

-Azul Ashengrotto-

•Have you ever heard of blackmail? Well, he has, and he knows how to do it at an expert level. Perhaps you should start feeling bad for your bullies.

•It certainly wasn't a fun matter to receive letters stating their name, house address, and their Parents and/or siblings names, including their biggest secret. It was a well written threat: Mess with (Name) and get outed.

•Of course Azul did turn to Idia’s hacking skills to find out where they lived. It was a fun little project for him. Especially for Floyd and Jade when they were sent out by him to deal with some “Funny business.”

•Azul is also someone who reports these kids to Crowley and gets them kicked out of the school. He understands bullying all too well due to going through it himself and he’d be damned if he sat back and watched it happen.

•He creates a potion that's like a cream to help heal your injuries at an accelerating rate. Of course you need to do nothing in return for him for this cream, think of it as your loving boyfriend helping you get better.

•If it makes you feel better about your looks or your weight, Azul will go out of his comfort zone and crack open the picture book of him as a child. Once again, he knows how this feels and he wants you to know you are not alone in this struggle.

•Azul definitely pampers you in his own way. He takes care of your homework, makes you food, and hell if you want to see his mer form he's all too happy to let you. For the week you're getting better, if you ask he'll lay off his work for you too for a bit.

-Kalim Al-Asim-

•Why’s his little sunflower crying?

•Hands down, coddles you. Kalim is up your ass from the moment you walked into the room injured. His little feelings can’t take the fact someone would want to hurt his girl just because of weight or looks. He cries. Immediately.

•Kalim doesn’t hold you, you hold Kalim. It's Jamil that reports the bullies you punched while Kalim Hugs you half to death for the next three days. While he does try his best to wrap up and tend to your injuries it's also clear he doesn't know what the hell he's doing.

•In The end it's Jamil that's correctly tending to your bloodied knuckles and the bruises and scratches on your body while Kalim grabs you some of the soup Jamil had cooked for dinner. After dinner Kalim presents you with desserts before diving head first into your chest to cuddle you.

•When hearing that Crowley wasn't going to kick out the students that bullied you, that's when things got serious. Kalim, with the help of another dorm head (Azul) Confronted the mage.

•It ended smoothly when they (Mostly Azul), had blackmailed the Headmage to the point where he had no other option but to expel the students. That or be outed on magicam about how horrible of a principal he was.

•Kalim throws a party for you at the end of it all. A “Congratulations on getting rid of your bullies party.” What a kicker.

-Vil Schoenheit-

•Someone hurt his little spuddling??

•Oh, This means war.

•Don't you worry, (Name), Rook will deal and dispose of those poor insignificant worms. Vil busies himself tending to your cuts and bruises, Blowing on the anti-peroxide he’d dripped onto the cuts to disinfect them.

•Ngl, Vil curses those peasants. Every day for the next three weeks they'll be waking up consistently throughout the night unable to get the slightest bit of rest.

•Vil doesn’t pamper you as much as Kalim or Azul would but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t pamper you. Vil gives you gentle massages and checks up on you in between classes, making sure they don’t mess with you again. He gives you lotion and creams, and he does face masks with you.

•Obviously those bullies didn’t have any style, because to Vil you drip looks just as much as you seem to drip food crumbs everywhere you go. Though, he doesn’t mind the mess in the end, (As much as he seems to.)

•He also has Rook secretly trail after you when he’s not around, just in case something happens again. Vil likes to be in control of the situation.

-Idia Shroud-

•This man has a set of rules. And those rules are to avoid direct confrontation by all means necessary, and to stay cooped up in his room for as long as humanly possible. In none of those rules was Idia prepared to deal with bullies. Much less bullies that are bullying his s/o.

•When you come into his room with Ortho following you in with bandages and neosporin, he was shocked. “(N-Name) What happened!?”

•Bullies- Something he was eerily familiar with. Of course, he won’t be addressing them directly, though hacking their devices and uploading a virus is a wonderful option. A wonderful option he follows out with.

•Idia also leaves Crowley a… less than family friendly email, along with a video of the evidence of you being harassed and being hit first. Crowley can’t pin anything on you for punching your bullies- since yours was in self defense.

•Idia games with you sitting in his lap. While making sure you had plenty of snacks and drinks, he also made sure you were getting an adequate amount of sleep and your injuries were tended too before anything else. It would be inconvenient if the cuts were to get infected.

•He forces you to do online schooling in his room with him for the week while Crowley straightens out this issue.

•Idia is happy with the extra time you both get together, all while tending to you during it. Of course, that doesn't mean he’ll stop gaming for you either.

-Malleus Draconia-

•Those bullies dared to speak bad about his s/o? More so they Touched you? Ohhhh this does not fly with Malleus.

•He doesn’t understand how such imbeciles could even dare to look in your direction. They do know you're dating one of the five most powerful mages known in history, correct?

•Lilia needed to stop him from murdering those scoundrels, so instead, Malleus has them arrested. Yep, you heard that correctly. They were arrested. Malleus simply heals your wounds with the snap of his fingers.

•He treats you like a princess. You get what you want and exactly what you want the moment you want it. He pampers you like he's the king of pampering. Only him and Lilia get to tend to any wounds you have.

•If you want, he will have Lilia teach you some things about self defense.

•Please lay with him and give him some nice snuggles. He’ll bring out his tail and wrap the appendage around you while you cuddle up to each other. Doesn’t mind if you hold or feel up his horns either. He’s all yours for the taking.

•Malleus will prepare you a fancy bath with petals, wine and lit candles to help relax and soothe you. This man will do anything for you, even if that's running across the world for you.

•Malleus praises you to be brave enough to punch and fight back against your harassers every day. It's something he wants you to feel proud about and know that he’s proud of you for doing so as well.

#twisted wonderland #fem!reader #x reader #fluff #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #headcannons

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diagonal-queen · 10 months

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Pardon me if this dumb. Could I request hunting dogs x s/o who has the habit of eating ice when she drinks well... drinks with ice indeed xd

(I think jouno would hate it and tecchou would find a way to make a weird combo. How I love hunting dogs🤧)

Hunting Dogs with an S/O who eats ice

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura, Tachihara Michizou x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do the Hunting Dogs react to their S/O eating ice?

♡ cw: Swearing, use of fem titles like 'girlfriend'.

note: I want it to be known for the record that when I first saw this req I was wandering around my kitchen looking for food, and after I read it I said 'hehe that's cute' so no, your req is not dumb and I like it!! I tried to do some longer ones this time to make up for my lack of posting reqs...apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Jouno:

You're right anon- he does hate it

He doesn't like the sound of your chewing, if you sucked on the ice he'd hate that as well, he's very much not an ASMR lover

He constantly asks why you don't just eat shaved ice or snow cones or something like that, and even offers to purchase them for you all the time

Jouno understands and accepts having idle habits like needing to chew or bouncing your leg, but your one is just...loud, and probably not the best for your teeth

"Don't tell Tecchou about this. I don't need him getting any ideas."

If you tell Tecchou he WILL get ideas and you'll probably never hear the end of it from Jouno

Like one day he'll just approach you from behind and bury his head in your neck while wrapping his arms around you and go "Why did you have to run your mouth like that?" (whiny Jouno >>>>>>>)

He does actually learn to deal with it, but he will not go out of his way to help you acquire ice or anything like that

Honestly at some point he might try asking you to stop doing it, at least as frequently. Whether or not you do it is your choice, he's still gonna love you, but y'know...

He just prefers not to be in the room or whatever when you do it because it just bothers him (from a sensory perspective), not because he dislikes you or anything! The sound just does not feel nice in his ears

But Jouno is willing to put in the effort to coexist with you in spite of the both of you having habits that annoys the other

And THAT'S the meaning of true love folks!

Tecchou:

Once again anon you're right, he uses this to further his weird food combination possibilities

Pray for the rest of the Hunting Dogs (minus Fukuchi) (sorry Fukuchi fuckers) because they're suffering

Tecchou honestly doesn't care about you eating ice as a habit, he just assumes you do it because you like the taste/texture of ice and doesn't question it further

He'll see you eating chunks of ice out of your lemonade or whatever and something like this will happen: "Ice...have you tried pairing it with gelatin?" "What, like jelly? Like, raspberry or lime or something?" "No, just plain gelatin." "...Tecchou babe I love you but-"

(It's because they're both transparent)

Because you do it, he might start doing it too, and seeing how it pairs with different foods

Catch him one morning at 3am in your guys' kitchen just eating a bowl full of ice and pineapple gummy bears with a spoon like it's fucking cereal

And this mf would have the audacity to be like 'you should try this it tastes great' while you're standing there, mouth agape

Please don't tell Jouno about that we really don't need him throwing another tantrum about Tecchou's eating habits

You and him would drink lots of icy lemonade together though because that actually is a transparent drink that goes well with ice! (thank god)

All in all he accepts you, so accept him back rn 😤

Tachihara:

With the stress Tachihara experiences on a daily- nay, hourly- nay, minutely basis, he probably chews ice as well

Or at least he's understanding of the concept, so when he learns that you do it he might make a comment on it, but ultimately he doesn't mind or anything like that

If you guys ever go out to eat or anything like that he always makes sure whatever drink you've ordered has ice in it (as in he will say 'Please can you add ice to this' and will continue until the poor waiter relents and does it)

Also, if he ever brings you fast food or anything similar he will have bought you a drink with ice in it

He even makes sure to add filling the ice tray in the freezer to his to-do list and everything 🤧 bro is a 10 through and through

You develop this little tradition thing where you bring each other cups of ice when you're sad to distract from the sadness and help you feel better :')

You and Tachihara also chew other things like gum and stuff as well, it's a never ending thing with you two (not that that's bad! Stimming is perfectly fine and healthy) so it's a little like a couple's thing and that's cute

You know those things that people do where they get flavoured water or juice or whatever and then freeze them into ice cubes basically?? You guys would totally do that! And you'd make each other different flavours and everything

The only maybe bad thing about it is that other people can sometimes be weird about it, but that doesn't matter when you guys have each others' backs

Teruko (platonic):

Teruko has absolutely no issue with it

...after she finishes making fun of you for a couple minutes

She would think it's a bit of a weird habit and tell you you're like a bear (they don't even chew ice probably?????)

But she accepts it very quickly because she understands that it comforts you/makes you feel happy

She would start chewing ice after learning that you do it, just so you two can match (and annoy Jouno, that's like half the reason she began chewing ice- tbh you were probably just an afterthought T-T)

As we know Teruko would be the ultimate bestie and thus would defend your interests and habits with her life, so Jouno wouldn't really end up being much of an issue for you

She goes as far as to make it a point to hang out with you outside more often so you have more opportunity to purchase drinks with ice in them

Also stocks up on similar items like popsicles for you to chew on whenever you visit her

As long as you also promise to do the same for her though

Teruko would definitely finish a drink and then just pour her ice into your cup (and probably spill your drink everywhere) without any regard because her brain just says 'my friend likes ice so I'll give her ice and make her happy :D'

Like I said, super highschool level bestie

I mean you already have to endure her...interesting personality, so this is really the least she can do. You guys <333

Fukuchi:

Let's not pretend that he wouldn't learn about your ice habit and then like. Import fresh Antarctic ice right from the source for you to chew

Fukuchi DEFINITELY has enough power and influence to do something like that. When asked why he's probably so casual about it too like "My girlfriends likes ice" and NO further explanation

I'm just imagining you sitting in like a meeting next to him or something (cus he invited you, cute date ideas heheh), probably with government officials or whatever, and the room is entirely silent except for the sound of you chewing ice

And nobody *dares* to say a word about it

He probably gives you ice to shut you up sometimes (either because you're arguing or because he needs to get work done, something like that) and you can't even be mad about it

He'd buy another fridge for ice trays so you can drink like anything you want with ice and never run out of it

I don't like Fukuchi myself but even I can't deny the amount of sugar daddy boyfriend potential this man has, and thus I feel obliged to share it with the world

Imagine he has like an esky full of ice chunks that you put alcohol and drinks in or whatever, and he takes out the drink that he wants and just hands you the whole ass esky full of ice 💀

The other Hunting Dogs don't even question it either because this fucking guy...sometimes there are questions that are best left unanswered and you and Fukuchi are a great example of that

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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Schrödinger's Satan's cat theory.

satan is not a complicated man. he likes to read, he likes cats, he has 5 brothers, he has 1 enemy. pretty simple stuff. and so when he meets you, someone so complex and at times - a variable at which his mind shows "404" he has deduced that he'll need a 101 lesson on schrödinger's satan's cat theory.

♡. ) satan x fem!reader

"god what the heck is happening in my mind" satan says, like a cat chasing it's own tail, satan paces aimlessly in the library.

what was supposed to be a normal and mundane (well, as mundane as you can get in the house of lamentation) wednesday - had turn into one of stress, panic, and plentiful heartbeats.

asmodeus sighs as he puts down the mirror, a feat at which is a rare sight, "ditto." he looks at the fourth born all disappointed and perplexed. after all, what is happening in his mind?

"what's wrong? got a feud with cupid or something?~" asmodeus teases mindlessly, after all satan of all demons would never even dream of getting involved in the dance of love. cause i mean, c'mon, satan? love? don't make me laugh.

but... if that's truly the case.. why isn't the avatar of wrath retorting back?...

asmodeus had stopped his movement, his mind turning blank, and his heart - unlike the fourth born - stopping. "... wait..." he slowly turns his head towards satan and for the first time in his long, extremely long life - he witnessed something so incredibly beautiful.

"..w-what? why are you just... staring at me l-like that?.." satan covers his mouth, face rosy as if he had been thrown a bucket filled with flowers and songs of heaven's songbirds.

"oh.. my GOODNESS!!" asmodeus squealed, he couldn't believe it! his wrathful yet sensible brother is blushing, looking as if he'd fallen in love - no, no it would be an insult to call this love! it's more than that, surely!

asmodeus immediately rushed over to satan, excitedly prancing around. it seems as though the fifth born had jumped the gun and now he's off to marriage land...

satan pried off his annoying brother, annoyed and flustered that the cat had gotten out of the bag this quickly. agh, how embarrassing.

"ugh, get off me asmo." satan scoffed and started searching for books within the vast shelfs of knowledge, beckoning for something - anything to distract him. "whaa?! how could i possibly run away from something as cute as this!!~" asmodeus giggled.

"so~ who's the lucky girl? well. not really lucky. since she isn't with me but those are just the finer details~" asmodeus teased, practically dying from the lack of information. it seems as though the fifth born was excited to turn the books in the shelves of knowledge to one of satan's experiences with love.

satan's blush burned harder than his anger had ever gotten. a color of pure passion that rivalled even lucifer's pride. "... you're really starting to annoy me asmo..." satan aimlessly grabbed a book, which reminded him of the vast collection in his room. perhaps he could rush there and bury himself.

but satan, as collected as he is, is a being with a limit. a string strong enough to contain his most emotional tendencies but a string weak enough to break off when buttons are pushed right.

and asmodeus had pushed- no, destroyed those buttons.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!!~ a little hint wouldn't hurt, or else i'll start guessing~" asmodeus bargained, huh. who knew you actually could learn something from the second born. but satan wouldn't budge. you're going to have to try a little harder if you wanna break the most patient man to have ever exis- wait where are you going?

asmodeus put out his tongue, "well, if you wanna be that stubborn - then i sure hope you don't mind me telling the others!~" asmodeus waved, on his way exiting the library.

oh no you don't. satan had an average stamina and speed, he wasn't proud but he wasn't upset with it either - but oh boy was he proud now. satan had never felt a sense of dread, this much pressure in his life, so much so he hadn't even intended to grab the back collar of asmodeus this roughly.

"ack!- okay, okay! calm down.." asmodeus tried to catch his breath amongst his surprise.

satan whispered "y/n...", silently hoping his brother hadn't heard but a piece of him - so small it can be considered miniscule, wanted someone he could confide in about his feelings. asmodeus, who had finished coughing, looked up at satan confused "a-ahem.. ugh.. y-y/n what?.."

satan looks away, wanting to hurry up and get this embarrassing part over with. "t-the one.. i think i like.." his heart had flown to heaven upon hearing his admittance. ah, he never expected he'd visit heaven for the first time like this.

asmodeus giggles, "ah.. y/n. well i can't say i'm quite surprised" he smiles. proud of his brother for his brave yet adorable confession. "so~ what do you think you're gonna do next hm?~" asmodeus muses, curious of the fourth born's next step.

however, said fourth born had instead sighed. "ugh, listen. i'm not even sure i like her just yet, i'll need to confirm-" but before he can finish his sentence, asmodeus shook his shoulders in pure absurdity.

"what?!" he screams, "you totally like her!!" this makes the fourth born blush further, a bitter yet sweet argument ignited between the two brothers. one gushing and other- wait, why are you gushing about her?!

"mhh.. that's beside the point! i never took you as someone who'd be so dense.." asmodeus sighs, hopelessly. walking past the avatar of wrath, reveling in how he'd constantly open and close his mouth - ready to argue, but unsure of what to say. what a cute sight.

-tuck... "oh?" asmodeus looks down, the book satan held earlier appeared to have been left on the floor. must've been from when he had strangled and defiled his poor, poor delicate neck (the cynical fourth born swears he's overdramatizing it.)

"hmph! well it'll do no good to loiter around" asmodeus begrudgingly sacrifices himself on a brave journey, bending down to grab the book whilst knowing the dangers of tainting his jeans with soot.

as he pats the book to whisk away any dust, he notices what exactly the book happens to be. "schrödinger's cat theory" it read on the title cover. and suddenly, a lightbulb appeared-

asmodeus turned behind excitedly towards satan, "i know what'll convince you! if i explain your feelings with a concept you'll are obsessed with understand then you'll surely admit you have feelings!" asmodeus showcased the book with a big grin.

satan furrowed his eyebrow, unconvinced and un wavered. however, he'd be running in circles if he keeps denying asmodeus any juicy details - so he might as well indulge in his little games.

asmodeus prepares a comically huge whiteboard (how did he even bring that here?) and coughs loudly, and dramatically really but you probably expected that already.

"you see, my dear brother. i call this!~ the "satan's cat theory! ♥" asmodeus squeals, as he draws a doodle of a grumpy satan followed by little cats (that satan approves of) around the canvas.

asmodeus draws a much cleaner and adorable sketch of you. one with a version inside a box, and the other without. "now now, as you can see here-"

satan interrupts the class session to input, what he determines, as a valuable criticism. "hang on.. this is supposed to be satan's cat theory. i don't see how that drawing of her is supposed to be related to a cat" satan folds him arms and scoffs.

asmodeus sighs and mumbles about how he's being dramatic. asmodeus pouts "hey! im already impatient enough as is, he have to start the lesson alright?!" he whines, much to satan's dismay.

"imagine this here, this drawing of y/n is how you see her at the moment. her being her normal-cute self!~" asmodeus giggles, "but now look over here!" asmodeus erases the normal doodle, and draws an obnoxious red circle around the version of you inside a box.

"now this is a metaphor of your feelings! y/n is inside that box, and she's in a state where you either like or love her. and you won't know until you open that box!"

satan raises an eyebrow "and.. how is that supposed to help me?" upon questioning he immediately receives a groan as a reply. "how can you not tell where im going with this?!" asmodeus whines,

"agh, at this point i might have to miss out on that clothing sale just to get through your thick and unpretty skull.." he sulks, but satan didn't seem to receive that remark quite lightly...

asmodeus however, ignores the green flame igniting behind him and continues on, "and now, let's say you open that box and see what you truly feel for y/n" asmodeus then flips the whiteboard to showcase what's on the backside.

satan grows intrigued, he wasn't expecting such effort from his brother (much less how he's even accomplished this in such a short notice). asmodeus beams and waves his hand, "tada!!!"

a picture of you was taped in front of a doodle of a box opening up to reveal it's insides. however, the doodle wasn't what satan was focusing on...

is that... is that... no.... it can't be.. it can't possibly be...

is that a picture of you with cat ears?!?!

"OI?! how did you even-" satan gets up, flustered at the sight and slightly enraged. however, asmodeus quickly rips off (much to satan's cringe) the picture from the whiteboard and sways his finger.

"at-tat-ta~ you can't get this picture until you figure out what the key to this lesson is ♥" he teases. "!!!" satan, baffled at the confidence of his brother, grows even more flustered and flushed.

c'mon satan..!! think!! you are definitely the smartest in the house of lamentation (though, lucifer would beg to differ) so he definitely can't let love drive him stupid. alright, what's the key to the lesson, what was asmodeus going on about and....

hold on. let's back track.

"c-cant.. let...." satan mumbles under his breath. asmodeus, not quite catching what his dear cynical fourth had muttered, lets out a hum of confusion.

"... drive.. me.. s-stupid..." the mumbling becomes clearer, and clearer. "ehh hey.. why are you all mumbling and being weird there?" asmodeus tries to get his brother back to reality, until when he suddenly--

"AGH!!! ASMOOOOO" geez! it's like it was lucifer yelling for mammon all over again! asmo jumps in response, confused and shocked at the sudden outburst. "L-LOVE ITS... I-ITS LOVE GOD DAMMIT" satan yells, and for the first time in a long while, it seems as though he's come back to embrace his demon form.

"eek!!" asmodeus runs off to seek protection by his other kinder and less wrathful brothers. satan seemed to regain a bit more relief once asmo was out of his sight. especially when he noticed that he ended up dropping the picture of you with... those darn cat ears...

the picture, without him even knowing, had subconsciously returned him back to his original form. now much calmer with a clearer mind, he runs his hands through his hair.

"sighs... love, huh.." he whispers to himself, a moment to collect his feelings and thoughts. he falls down to take a seat on top of the arm chair. even though he resists looking at the picture of you, for the sake of his beating heart, he still ever so tightly grips it - scared that it'll fly away so easily.

he sighs once more, for what seemed like the 10th time today, he mutters to his heart "how am i supposed to face her now... ah god dammit. that stupid... and cute lesson..." he feels heat rushing through his body again, at the mere thought of such a cute concept.

satan's cat theory, huh? well.. he hopes he can miss the due date for homework, as he needs more time for research and less time for dilly dallying.

he says, as he pockets the picture.

#obey me x reader #satan x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #satan x mc #satan x you

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