#hugging you tightly dear nonny

[nmakii]

Yan Alastor when he sees his kids arrive in hell? The family is soon to be back together again!!? I need some angst! The family drama is crazy, and im all for it.

Also i hope you’re doing okay! Sending you some supportive vibes!! Remember to take care of yourself and take breaks!

Ps: Al would totally forgive his daughter of his death and compliment her daughters aim.

STUCK WITH U?

[you should prob read the story first!]

— reunited with your children years after your death, something strange happened.

hello, nonnie!! im doing well as long as u guys r enjoying this story 🥰💕

beloved mother, wife, and daughter

resting beside her love, may her soul find his in the afterlife

if you tried to be optimistic, hell wasn’t so bad. you never had to worry much for the exterminations. nor, did you have to worry about being harassed on the streets of hell by various sinners. after all, alastor was there to protect you.

but despite that, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t tear you down to make you compliant.

you sat in a corner of alastor’s broadcast tower as he brutally tore apart another overlord. and as he went off the air, he turned to you. “are you enjoying yourself, my doe?” he asked. “i don’t understand why i have to be here…” you said, mentally hurling from his new pet name. “you’re so delicate, my love. one trip and you could break! i have to be there to make sure you’re well at all times.” he cooed to you. “stop patronizing me, alastor. i won’t let you take away my dignity.” you glared at him. “darling, i may not own your soul. but, you are still my wife. you are mine, understand?” he explained, walking to you.

you didn’t respond to him, refusing to let him degrade your self worth. to this, he grew angry— grabbing you by your jaw and scalp, his claws scratching against your porcelain skin, lovingly yet still rough, as if he thought it was for your own good. “i said, do you understand?”

his face came close to your’s as he kept a tight grip on your hair, waiting for your answer. your fight or flight response was sending signals and going haywire as you tried to pull away from his touch. “yes— gh, let go of me, alastor. please…” you begged as he finally let go. “good girl.”

and just then, an awfully convenient knock came from the door. a man with lamb-like features peered through the door. “and, who might you be?” alastor raised an eyebrow to the man. “so it’s true… d-dad..! it’s me!” the familiar voice said. could it be?

“noah— is that you..?” you asked. you hoped it wasn’t him, that he didn’t end up in hell. but at the same time, you wished to see your son one more time so badly. “momma, it’s me!” he smiled, hugging you and alastor tightly. “ah, my boy…” alastor sighed. “you’re so much older than your old man now, huh?” he remarked. but then, it hit you, he was dead.

“wh— dear, what happened, how did you die?” you asked. “killed in action, ma. guess i should’ve just retired already…” he joked. “oh, my son…” alastor grinned.

and things were normal— at least, as normal as they could be with your deranged husband. things stayed as they were for 13 years.

when rumor spread of a mysterious man-eating sinner— she uses them to build her power, and then she drops them like dirt trash. she’s amassed so much power, she’s certainly a threat to alastor’s power. if he couldn’t get rid of her, perhaps he could keep her under his thumb.

“well, how do you do, sweetheart? alastor, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure! this over here is my darling wife!” alastor introduced both him and yourself to the older woman with features that resembled a coyote. “alastor..? is that you, dad?” the honey-like voice asked.

alastor’s eyes had widened as he realized the woman in front of him. “little emi, is that you?” emilia reached out to hug the both of you. she aged beautifully, still as charming as she was the day you died.

“oh, my pretty girl, you’ve made quite the name for yourself down here in hell, hm?” alastor grinned at his daughter. “i learned from the best!” she laughed back.

and as they conversed, you felt like an odd man out. as if alastor was talking to his own clone. given, she is her father’s daughter after all.

“darling! our little emi is here, our little family is reunited at last.” alastor grinned to you. “this calls for a celebration, don’t you think? why don’t we have a special dinner tonight?” he suggested. by his tone, the only thing you could think of would be that he wants to have another sinner served on the dinner table. “i-i don’t know…” you shook your head in disagreement. “now don’t be such a negative nancy!” he laughed. “i’ll cook a feast tonight!” he declared, taking emilia to your home in hell.

and, just as you suspected, he served the flesh of a fellow overlord, fillet mignon style. “come now, dear, eat!” alastor said, encouraging you to take a bite. “no thank you… i’m not hungry.” you frowned, shaking your head. alastor looked frustrated as you denied him. “eat.” he said, shoving the meat into your mouth.

you felt sick. but, as he shoved it down your throat, you had no choice but to swallow. “delicious, isn’t it?” he asked. your stomach churned, the guilt settling in your gut. it tasted disgusting. but, as much as you wanted to protest, you were scared of what he’d do if you disagreed. “yes… it is— delicious.” he grinned. “lovely.”

and so, your family dynamic had returned to as it had 47 years ago. back to normal… that is, until that odd day.

you woke up in your bed, as per usual. and, there was a note where alastor should be. not that you weren’t grateful he wasn’t there though.

‘leaving for a sabbatical, you know overlord work! i’ll be home very soon, my doe. kisses and love.

~ A’

sabbatical, huh? he’ll be gone for quite a while, a year at most? and, without alastor, you’re free. it felt as if breathing fresh air for the first time. even if just for a year or so, you won’t have to be on his leash anymore. all would be well now, right?

right..?

but with your freedom, alastor’s protection was gone. sinners started to harass you. and without the company of emilia, you could do nothing but withstand it.

this is all apart of being free. might as well enjoy it until alastor returned, right? make the most of the year.

or, seven years.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hc #alastor headcanons #human alastor #alastor the radio demon #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere

[tartigglez]

OH MY GOD??? BIRTHDAY??? womb evacuation day, as i like to call it🙀

this got me thinking tbh. modern au, what time would genshin men tell u happy birthday?

first up our 00:01 squad would text u or pull up outside.. mmm thoma 100% hes down bad,, childe as well!! potentially venti

next the boys who wouldn't text and go out of their way to see u first thing!! diluc, kazuha & itto (trust me on this one!!)

would tell u whenever they happened to remember/see you that day .. kaeya, gorou, albedo

WOULD FORGET :(( ayato, xiao

failed to figure out how to text you and spent the morning pecking at phone buttons -zhongli

-🫧

Hi bubbly nonnie!! i sincerely apologise for my tardiness (yes i still have your diluc req in the inbox, yes i'm working on it). anyway, here's what i think...

(romantic pairings bc i'm just like that)

"birthday"

thoma, childe, kaeya, zhongli, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

genre: drabble

word count: idk (oops)

a/n: i'm lazy, its been summarised, i don't even count this as a fic i'm just trying to make it look like one because you guys haven't been fed recently and i sincerely apologise. also i made up shit about fontaine to make it fit, do excuse xoxo

thoma definitely shows up outside with cake and a party hat for you both at 12am sharp. does a little dance whilst singing happy birthday to you, and once you've both gotten back into the house and you've blown your candles out, he will immediately pull you in by the waist and kiss you, he just wants you to know he appreciates you!

childe has a tradition each year of making sure he is with you on your birthday, he wants to be there to congratulate you on a new year of you, the second it comes along. The second the clock hits the hour of your birthday, he hugs you tightly before separating from you, announcing...

"you're just as beautiful as last year, darling"

kaeya, the flirty bastard... is still flirty. BUT doesn't want to bother you late at night so instead, he will find you in the morning, when you're in mondstadt buying some groceries, approach you from behind whilst you're trying to buy some fruits (he almost got himself punched) and wrap his arms around your waist. yes you very nearly elbowed him in the stomach, he managed to step out of the way. would casually place his head on your shoulder from behind whilst hugging you and announce, in a low tone...

"happy birthday my dear, i've gotta run, knighthood calls. see you tonight?"

"thanks, kae. see you tonight"

and not that either of you noticed, but the fruit vendor happened to overhear you both, offering you the produce for free.

"if there's anything the people of mondstadt know, far better than barbatos' winds, or how to spot a good wine, it's the cavalry captains love for his partner. here, have a nice birthday, y/n."

unfortunately due to circumstance, zhongli was not able to be in liyue on your birthday. of course, this made him quite upset. he would have teleported back only he had an important meeting in fontaine, and it was stipulated in a contract that he couldn't teleport, lest someone found out about something they shouldn't. thankfully, he had been gifted a smartphone by you for his own birthday the previous year, which he still hadn't quite figured out how to use.

at first he thought he should call you, forgetting that time zones were a thing. sadly by the time he had actually figured out how to make a call (he had to ask focalors, it was an awkward interaction, she also did not know.) he realised that you were quite a few hours ahead of him, and had probably already gone out for the day and couldn't chat.

so he decided to text you. which did not go well (his hands are too big for those damned tiny buttons). he isn't sure till this day if the message even sent, because you never responded.

turns out he had sent it to tartaglia, who actually understood phones enough to forward the text to you...

"gaooy biethdsy mt libe, u hipe thus dsy ia as beauutofil as tou"

diluc is bad at romance. let me rephrase that: diluc does not know how to express his feelings, but wants to spend your birthday with you, so he tries to make it look like an accident that he just happened to be by your side all day.

first thing in the morning, you will notice a noble eagle flying in the sky outside your home. you knew that this bird was none other than dilucs own.

"how strange... why couldn't he just ask me to come to the winery...?"

nevertheless, the large bird flew its way down to land on your garden fence, its sharp talons somehow not scratching the wood, and called to you (i know nothing about birds, sorry), before flying back into the sky in the direction you knew diluc would be waiting. so, you had no choice but to follow it, right?

upon arriving at the winery, you were met by a handsome man in a black dress shirt, holding a bouquet of cecelias. he grabbed your hand and kissed you on the cheek.

"happy birthday, y/n"

SORRY THESE STARTED OFF SHORT AND THEN MY BRAIN STARTED INFODUMPING ON ME

i apologise thoma stans (i'm one of you) i have let you down this day

#cael is talking to 🫧 anon :0 #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #morax x reader #holy fuck this is so many tags x reader #zhongli fluff #diluc fluff #dilucatdeeznuts #ok i'm done

[hasumilvr]

oh new enstars blog, hello!!! 💕

i’m not sure if there’s a character limit but is it okay if i request for headcanons as to how each member in knights would comfort their gn!reader who comes back home from a stressful and long day? (stressful enough to make them more sensitive than usual and probably cry?)

i’m a bit nervous since i don’t usually request for scenarios like this 😭 good luck with your blog!

⠀☆⠀𓈒⠀Knights - Them comforting you.⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🌷 ⠀

Nonnie!! Nonnie nonnie you’re my first request hi (ヽ´ω`) Thank you for requesting ,, um!! I love knights so much they are so precious... The context might be a bit self indulgent ! Hope you still enjoy it regardless ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

Tsukasa S.

｡˚ The poor kid is deeply concerned. What happened to you, his lovely s/o that usually radiates warm happiness like sunlight, now curling up at the corner of your shared bedroom, eyes watery and about to breakdown the moment you came home? It breaks his heart to see you like this, and he desperately wants to help you.

｡˚ That said, he would do anything to see his dear escort smile again. A sweet caramel drop was placed in the center of your palm, as a very worried Tsukasa Suou, brows tightly furrowed, gazed into your eyes.

｡˚ The silence in the air did not build tension, instead it helped you take your mind off things because your lovely knight was in front of you, giving you his undivided attention. It was a moment later that you shifted to the side, inviting Tsukasa to join you. He kneeled down next to you, and his slim and tender fingers ran through your hair, then soothed your back.

｡˚ ‘D-did the candy make you feel better? Sweets always light up a tiring day.’ He smiled at you, seemingly wanting to distract you from your horrible day. How did he know what you were thinking? How did he know that you just wanted solace instead of questions thrown at you? How did he know that all you desired was to hear his soothing voice, and gentle physical affection?

｡˚ He offers to stay with you the entire night, ignoring the large piled of paperwork stacked on the desk. You were his first priority afterall, and he couldn’t bear to see you shed a single tear, so all he can do is to stay with you, and to reassure you tomorrow will be better in the comforting silence. Handholding and soft, slow kisses included.

Leo T.

｡˚ He tunes down his voice once he sees your puffy red eyes. Uchuus can be saved for another day, he's on the quest to make you feel better!

｡˚ Leo leads you to the sofa and sits down with you. He takes your hand and harrasses it in his, a frown appearing on his cheerful face. It hurts seeing you like this. He knows how it feels, because he's been through it before - the feeling of guilt building up on his heart, and spilling until it hurts so much he can't help but cry. And seeing you go through that? Hurts ten times more than him experiencing it himself. Leo wants you to know he's there for you no matter what, even if it's the silliest thing that made your day go downhill, he still wants to comfort you, and make the throbbing pain in your heart go away.

｡˚ Sings and hums short and bubbly tunes next to your ear as you lay down and get comfortable! He wants to help you take your mind off things, and what better way to do it than with music? His voice cheers you up, like that of an elegant angel's.

｡˚ Leo would be quiter than usual. He knows being too loud might overwhelm you, especially after such a horrible day. He presses and trails kisses from your cheeks to your neck, and pulls you into the warmest hug ever. It makes you sleepy, but ending such a horrible day with cosy hugs and soft, tender kisses was more than you could ask for.

Izumi S.

｡˚ Izumi... isn't very good with words, especially words of affection and appreciation, perhaps that's why he finds himself so lost at what to say when you come home and began sobbing on his shoulder.

｡˚ So just for tonight, he supposes, he allows you to confide in him, and takes off the stoic and naggy font he usually wears.

｡˚ Wraps his arms around your waste to make you feel better. His arms are strong, slender, and most importantly, they make you feel safe. The smell of the shampoo at home reminds you that you're safe here, you're safe with him. A tear threatens to fall from all the horrible incidents today, and he dries the trail of tears as it rolls down your cheeks with his finger.

｡˚ 'Soo~ annoying... Just let me know next time if something goes wrong... It's not like I'm annoyed with your problems. In fact, I'll be more than glad to slow down and solve them with you, darling.'

｡˚ Makes you a warm bath and brews you a cup of tea to help you freshen up. He returns to notify you that the bath is ready with a quick peck on the forehead. 'We'll talk about it later, alright? Go take a bath first, I'll be waiting for you outside.'

Ritsu S.

｡˚ The vampire boy fully wakes up at the mere sight of your tired figure at the door. Quickly realizing this wasn't really something that a light joke or kiss could fix once you refused to tell him what was wrong, he linked his hands with yours and lead you in front of the piano.

｡˚ As you watched his fingers dance across the black and white keys, you looked at your reflections on the piano - the frown on his face did not look good on him at all. Was he perhaps that worried about you? A slow piece was played, the quiet and soothing melody replacing the disturbing voices in your head.

｡˚ He looks up back to you, and pats your head as he ruffles your hair. Light and gentle physical touches from your love, just what you needed after today. Was Ritsu a mind reader? How did he know what you dreaded?

｡˚ The usual mischevious grin returns and replaces the hurtful expression planted on his face, 'Y/n-chan, I haven't seen you for the entiii~re day... I missed you a lot. You owe me cuddles and naps.' Oh and there was the pout that you could never resist. You rolled your eyes, and it was mere minutes later that you got changed, and was under the warm and comforting covers with your boyfriend.

｡˚ No words were exchanged, but you knew the invitation to napping was a part of Ritsu's plans to make you feel better. He has his ways to show you that he cares without overstepping on your boundaries, and that's a part of him that you oh so love.

Arashi N.

｡˚ 'I wanna make you so happy' were not just lyrics. Arashi meant it from the bottom of her heart - she wanted her jewel stone to smile and shine for her. It's a lovely maiden's job to cheer their darling up when they had a bad day, yes?

｡˚ Initiates a lot of hugs and kisses! She knows and understands how horrible you feels, and seeing you sigh breaks her heart into pieces. Maybe hugs won't solve the problem on hand, but at least they make you feel safe and calm.

｡˚ Invites you to join her skin care session! She gently rubs on those heavy eye bags of yours. She massages your cheeks as you slowly relax, the pace of your breathing slowing down and matching hers.

｡˚ Like Tsukasa, Arashi would also treat you to sugary pastries. As you take a bite from the donut she bought just for you, your shoulders fall and relax from the tense day, and the adorable sight brings a smile to her face.

｡˚ Would help you slowly open up. She doesn't force you to talk about all the work your collegue forced on you, but the energy Arashi radiates... She's a very good listener apart from a good advice giver, so if you decide to let her in the story of your unpleasant day at work, she would patiently listen and stroke your hand slowly, her violet eyes shining like gemstones as they give you the most loving and warm gaze, reassuring you it will all be okay at the end...

Also woooooo!! um using the taglist from my old blog please let me know if you do not wish to be tagged anymore <3 @yumetokashite @s0ckboy @harucafelatte @lilikags

#(viv.writes) #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #enstars knights #tsukasa suou #leo tsukinaga #ritsu sakuma #izumi sena #arashi narukami #tsukasa suou x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #izumi sena x reader #arashi narukami x reader #knights x reader #(from.anon💌)

[mochie85]

Hi, could I have some Loki comfort please? My grandma is dieing and I just really need some comfort right now

Lightyears

One-Shots Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki comforts you in your time of need. Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 694 Warnings: Angst, mentions of a loved one dying, grief, and comfort. A/N: I hope these words help you, my darling Nonny. I didn't tag anyone in this because I wrote this for you. I hope that this finds you. And if you ever need to talk, my DM's are always open. And big thanks to @lokisgoodgirl @michelleleewise @springdandelixn for proofing.

Loki sat in the waiting room with a book in his hand. He read over the same sentence a couple more times before he looked back up and watched the door.

He’s waited for you for over an hour now. He didn’t want to rush you. He knew you would want to take your time.

You had been so busy lately with your job and the everyday logistics of saving the world. In fairness, he took up most of your time too.

When you got a call from your mother earlier this afternoon, it was like time had gone completely still for you. And suddenly, there wasn’t any left.

He knew how close you were to your grandmother. How she took care of you and your siblings growing up. All the meals and traditions she had passed down to you that Loki was honored that you shared with him. He has never met your family and he knew this wasn’t the most agreeable circumstance, but he wanted to be here for you. Anyone who raised such an amazing person as yourself must’ve been incredible in their own right.

“Loki?” you whispered into the empty room. “What are you still doing here? You should go home and get some rest.”

“Dear heart. I didn’t hear you come in.” Loki sprang up to greet you. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your voice had gone raspy and tired. You were carrying an old hatbox of photos that you clung close to your chest.

“I was just going to put these in the car and maybe get something to eat.”

“Would you like some company?” he offered.

“You should go home, babe. There’s not much to do here anymore. Mom says we’re just saying goodb-” you broke down sobbing.

Loki took the hatbox from you and laid it down as you covered your mouth. You tried to hold in your sobs. The pain in your chest was devastating and it consumed your very being.

All Loki could do was put his arms around you and hold you. Your tears soaked his shirt as he rubbed comforting circles on your back. He listened to you cry and sniffle. He heard every painful breath and every anguished sigh.

When you had calmed down, he led you to sit next to him on one of the couches. “Did you know that Asgard is roughly 3 million light years away from Midgard?” Loki started.

You looked into his eyes, and he almost broke down crying himself at the sight of you. “So if you were to look through a powerful telescope, pointing at Asgard, you would only see how Asgard was 3 million lightyears ago,” he continued as he cupped your cheek.

“The same goes if you were to stand on the Bifrost and look toward Midgard. Well- without the aid of Heimdall, of course, damn bloke sees everything!” His quip made you laugh and brought a smile to his face. “If you stand on any other planet looking down to Earth, you can see any point in time in the history of your planet.

“They would only see the past. And in one of those planets- in one of those points in time, they would probably see your grandmother alive and well.”

Your eyes had gone wide with wonder. “She will always be alive. She will always help you cook. She will be there raising you and your siblings. She will always be there for you, my love. She will never really go away.”

You leaped into his arms and hugged him tightly. His words brought you strength and soothed the withering ache that was settling in your heart.

“Thank you, Loki.”

“Always, my darling,” he said in the crook of your neck as he held you tightly.

The rest of the night was spent eating takeout on your apartment floor as you shared the photos with him from the old hatbox.

One by one, you had placed them carefully into photo albums, reliving old memories and entertaining Loki with stories from some very colorful photos, as if you were on some far-off planet, looking back at the history of your grandmother.

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson #grief/mourning #grief #loki helps you with grief #lightyear #loki reader insert #loki original character #loki x reader #loki fandom #loki x you #marvel fanfic

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello, how are you ? after morpheus is free and the kingdom is restoring, reader like to have many protective attitudes with dream as if he is going to disappear again, or get hurt, but she knows that he is infinite and doesn't get hurt easily (please morpheus needs to be taken care of hahaha ) , Merry Christmas 😍😍

Never Hurt

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: "I'll never let anything hurt you," I muttered. He laughs. He finally reacts to my words and yet it is sardonic, "my dear, it is not the matter of-" "I mean it."

Word Count: >500

Warnings: espresso depresso!dream (pls remember its ok to reach out to people), gender neutral!reader, hurt comfort, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: LOOK AT THIS GIF I WILL PROTECT HIM D:< hi nonnie it's like day 6 of 2023 and ive only just gotten back to this i love you i hope you like this happy new year lovie Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I sighed as I entered my home. Immediately, I drop my things and take my shoes off, feeling my body relax as I slowly got ready to unwind from a long day of work.

Something was off though. There was something in the air. I turn to the door of the bedroom, feeling an ominous atmosphere. Thinking the worst, I grabbed my lamp, but then regretted it, when the lamp shade wobbled off and I saw how dusty it was. I cough, okay maybe I can't use this as a weapon if its going to kill me with its dust particles.

That's on me for not cleaning... at least I wasn't noisy about it and alerted the entity.

Wait.

I am struck with realization. I sigh, feeling really stupid for thinking it was an intruder that set the strong atmosphere in my bedroom.

"Dream," I call out, walking towards the door. I repeat his name, softer, slowly turning the knob.

Behold, Dream of the Endless.

My heart clenches and my face drops in concern, "my love?"

Dream is hunched over on my bed, except he was sitting on the floor. I knit my brows tightly at the looks of him, "have you been crying?"

I dash forward, sitting by his side on the floor, sealing him into a hug from behind, "what's going on?"

Dream sighs, shifting in his place, like a wet piece of paper, heavy, struggling, falling apart. When he finally faces me, he grabs me and seals me into his arms, melting against me.

I am pulled onto his lap, my legs straddle his midriff and I dig my fingers into his hair, hushing him as I pull his face into the crook of my neck, "it's ok. I'm here, my love."

In the grand scheme of things, who was I, really, to offer such a statement of comfort to such a being like him? And yet I felt protectiveness wash over me. And yet, truly, I would do all that I could to offer him solace in the ways that I can.

"I'll never let anything hurt you," I muttered.

He laughs. He finally reacts to my words and yet it is sardonic, "my dear, it is not the matter of-"

"I mean it."

Dream is quiet. He pulls back and my heart hurts at the sight of his reddened eyes. I scowl at him, hands cupping his cheek, "I will hunt down whoever did this to you."

The sorrow of his face cracks, "you cannot hunt down the crushing weight of the responsibilities of the Endless."

I dart my tongue out. I lean my forehead against his, pecking his lips quickly, frowning at the taste of his tears. I brush my nose against his, pouting softly, "watch me."

His lips curl into amusement and his face softens. He laughs. No longer is he sardonic, he was now visibly elated. A sigh leaves him. He takes his turn to brush his nose against mine. He hums, "every fibre of my being will look out for yours."

"Good," I smile, closing my eyes, "I'm going to headlock the crushing weight of your responsibilities so hard."

#dream of the endless #the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fanfic #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #dream of the endless fluff #morpheus fluff #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #morpheus fanfic #morpheus x you #the sandman x you #dream fluff

[bite-sized-devil]

can i get uhhhh

✿ sex HC & ♡ romantic HC

for solo Belphegor?

I also think maybe a ♥️ family HC would be nice as well if you're so inclined.

As you wish my dear nonnie 💕 I do love the twisted twin ☺️

Character Headcanons

Belphegor:

✿ - Sex headcanon:

If you're coming to him for sex you better be prepared to have all your little holes abused and used. He's not stopping once he's starting either. Plead all you want princess you're only adding fuel to the fire.

His hand grasps your hair roughly, pulling it back so your back arches pushing your ass into his pelvis. One of his hands has both your wrists pinned against the small of your back. You're forced to take his big cock as hard and deep as he wants.

Moaning his name like a wanton whore.

Begging for his cum like it's the only thing that'll save you.

Cumming on his cock so beautifully he almost looses his composure. He might make you pay for that.

He's already fucked that pretty little mouth of yours. Throat so tight around his tip, the fat tears running down your cheeks as you choke on him, it only make him snap his hips faster.

He'd be worried about you if you weren't so blatantly turned on by it. Your moans vibrate through his dick, the way you clutch at his thighs desperately trying to force him further down your throat.

Opening your mouth to show him his cum that coats your tongue before you swallow it like a good little pet.

♡ - romantic headcanon:

Adores you so much and tells you all the time. Will happily spend all his time with you, and his twin of course. (I've got whiplash from fliping between horny and sweet like this!)

Texts you sweet good morning messages (you might receive them around lunch time but that's morning for him.)

Hugs you tightly everytime he sees you, he loves the feeling of you in his arms. All of your dates end up in cuddling. In the movie theatre, at your local cafe, in the park under a tree, swimming at the beach. Literally anywhere.

♥ - family headcanon:

Could see himself having a child with you, as long as Beel is involved. Let's be real, if you are in a relationship with Belphie you're with Beel too.

He loves the idea of you carrying his or his twin's child, who will they look like most? You or either one of them? Will they like to sleep or eat an entire fridge full of food?

He'd be a very relaxed dad, letting Beel deal with most of the energy based parenting. He'll take over at nap time, story time, any chill time really.

He doesn't care what gender they are as long as they have your smile.

Thanks for sending in a request! Hope you like it 🌻 I'm not at all stressed about it.

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[madame-fear]

❤️POSITIVE WORDS GAME❤️

Tag five moots that you admire, love, and adore - and type out why you love em so much, too! Let's say a nice word or two about those in the fandom and genuinely spread some good vibes!

Tag five people when you're done❤️ Let's spread some good vibes!

Only 5?! Damn it, i will break the rules and tag 7 because i say so! Alrighttt, here it goes; thank you so so much nonnie! 💜💙

@damatheirin :

Esto era de esperarse, no? Siempre mi número uno. 👀💜💙 I love you more than anything because not only you are my one and only best friends, but because you always understood how I thought, you never dismissed all my feelings no matter how high or low I felt, sticked by my side in all situations, and we passed through bad situations together. You are like my big sister, and words or actions aren’t enough to express how deeply I love and admire you. Even if I am a bit weird when it comes to expressing feelings, I just hope you know how lucky I feel to have you in my life, and cherish our friendship. Te amo muchísimo, mi tonta! 😍💞💞

@sabrinasstar :

Mel, my love! Alright so we are just recently really knowing each other and talking often, but I just want you to know that I deeply appreciate you, my dear! You are the sweetest, most funny girl I ever met! Your memes and your way of behaving makes me laugh a lot, and I love it when you share your personal things with me! I also love the enthusiasm you share for my stories, and i love returning you the favour because I just get too happy when I see your comments. Ily! 💜💙

@capellaadara :

My dear Carlo, your messages, comments, and ask boxes ALWAYS bring a smile to my face no matter what they are about. You are the most positive person I ever met on the HotD fandom, and I truly am glad to have met and befriended you. I deeply cherish the friendship we have, and you always make me so joyful with your sweet words, calm self, and how cheery/colourful you are! I hope you receive all the good vibes in the world, and receive all the best that you give. 💜💙

@amiraisgoingthruit :

Fellow Amira! Just like with my other mutual Mel, we are just beginning to know each other. But either way, I truly adore the way you so amazingly write your fics! And you are super incredibly sweet person that makes me glad to know you feel included and loved whenever I send you messages. You are amazing and very much loved, keep up the amazing work! You are a true delight of a mutual, and I mean it genuinely 💜💙

@hopelesswritergall :

Mir my love, we also just met (yesterday, funny enough!). But even so, I can tell you are a very amazing person and very sweet as well! You immediatly made me feel comfortable when we started talking, and I’m grateful we could share a few things about one another. Never let anything or anyone put you down! You are marvellous 💜💙

@jacevelaryonswife :

Ella my darling! One of my first mutuals in the HotD fandom. I absolutely always adored your way of writing, and the way you are so sweet and genuinely understanding. You are very kind and nice to everyone that places themselves upon your blog, and not only that, but your profile is so beautifully aesthetic! Thank you for everything, truly. I am glad I met you, Rebeca (Dama), and also @faces-ofvenus. Ilyyy sweetie girl, i fangirl when you give me a nickname. 💜💙

@manuholland6 :

Manu! I am so glad we did that Elliot Grihault page together. Even if I don’t interact much with the HotD/Elliot content like I used to do (for some reasons), I still always feel happy when I see you tag me in the fanpage we decided to make, and help our accounts mutually grow. You are so very sweet, cute and lovely! I wish I could hug you tightly. 💜💙

tagging! : @damatheirin @elusive-honeydew @patisilence @amiraisgoingthruit @captainsophiestark @simp-aholic

#positive words game #— [. 🫂 ] ; my mutuals <3 #my mutuals <3 #loving my mutuals <3 #ask box #ask box messages #ask box open #✧.* amiraverse #lovely anons <3

[havenoffandoms]

72 for Geralt/Jaskier?

I meant to post this a lot earlier... sorry about the wait, nonnie. I hope you like it anyway. I'm not sure how it came out in the end after I agonised over this for the past couple of days, but it was fun going back to my Geraskier roots.

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Prompt 72: Character A has a secret. Character B does whatever they can to find out what it is. When they find out, they wish they hadn't.

Warnings: brief angsty episode, mention of Geralt's traumatic childhood

Also, I love that art! Holy Shit!? So of course this had to feature before the fic <3

Travelling with Jaskier had its downfalls.

For one, the bard talks a lot. He never stops, not even in his sleep, and that would drive any man insane if you ask Geralt. He listens to Jaskier waffling about poetry all day, every day, he doesn’t have to endure a lecture on the benefits of iambic pentameters when he’s trying to fall asleep, thank you very much. Jaskier also likes to complain about every little thing that causes him discomfort, which when they’re on the path, ranges from fly bites all the way to sore feet. Travelling with a human also means that they travel considerably slower, unless they’re both riding on top of Roach, but Geralt doesn’t like putting his best girl under that kind of strain very often.

For all of Jaskier’s flaws, Geralt would hate to have to separate from his bard. At least, when Jaskier is close by, Geralt can keep an eye on him and make sure Jaskier doesn’t get himself into any unnecessary trouble. Having Jaskier travel with him gives Geralt peace of mind. He appreciates the singing as well, even if he could stand to tell Jaskier this a bit more often. Geralt deems that his bard’s ego is plenty inflated without Geralt making it worse. Not to mention that life always seems a little bit brighter when Jaskier is around, and the nights are a little less lonely as Geralt gets to pull his bard close and fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Knowing that Jaskier is safe is the only thing that lets Geralt sleep peacefully at night.

You’d think that after nearly two decades of knowing his bard, Geralt would have figured out Jaskier’s secret by now. Geralt is, of course, referring to Jaskier’s near supernatural ability to always come up with coin when he and Geralt need it most urgently. Geralt has no idea how the bard does it - his songs are popular, granted, and on a good night Jaskier makes enough to buy a nice room for the night and the better pieces of meat from the kitchen. Still, being a bard doesn’t pay that well, not even if you were as famous as Jaskier. Just last week, Geralt’s horse and most of his belonging were stolen by bandits, leaving Geralt travelling on foot and too poor to afford to buy a new horse. Two days later, Jaskier came trotting up to their camp atop a gorgeous mare, looking mighty pleased with himself but refusing to tell Geralt how he managed to afford to pay for the horse.

“Would you believe me if I told you I stole her, Geralt, my dear?”

“Not in a million years,” Geralt admitted deadpan, pulling an offended squawk from his songbird.

“Just because I’m a bard you don’t think I can steal a horse?”

“I don’t think you could ever steal a horse because you’re as stealthy as the proverbial bull in the porcelain shop.”

It’s not just the horse, though. Geralt’s armour needed replacing and good armour doesn’’t come cheaply. Geralt doesn’t hire the services of just any blacksmith or armourer to craft his weapons and protective gear. He has his regular suppliers, the ones he always goes back to because he knows that their work is reliable and of the highest quality. And even though these people know Geralt by now, even offer him a friends and family discount on occasion, their wares still come at a hefty price. Geralt, as it turns out, didn’t have the coin to replace his armour for a few months. He desperately needed new boots, though. A new pair of breeches wouldn’t hurt either, and his silver sword broke in half whilst fighting a particularly vicious griffin a few weeks back.

Geralt didn’t even mention all of this to Jaskier. That didn’t stop the bard from going ahead and commissioning a brand new suit of armour, new silver and steel swords, as well as a few casual clothes for Geralt to wear on the warmer summer days. All of this must have cost an arm, a leg and a fucking lung, and yet Jaskier acted like he didn’t just break the bank all for Geralt’s benefit. He didn’t even get anything for himself and that realisation had Geralt feeling slightly embarrassed about the gesture.

“You don’t have to buy me all this stuff, Jask.”

“I know that, dearest,” Jaskier assured him, eyes soft and an easy smile playing on his lips, “but I wanted to. Only the best for you, my sweet witcher.”

The mystery of where Jaskier managed to find the coin to pay for all this remains unsolved, despite Geralt’s questioning. Well, if Jaskier won’t outright tell him, then Geralt will just have to investigate the matter by himself.

"Where the fuck did you get your hand on all the coin to pay for all this?" Geralt asks one evening, blunt and straight to the point. There was probably a kinder and gentler way to ask this, but after spending weeks mulling over Jaskier's sudden new-found fortune, Geralt has lost the little patience he possessed in the matter. Jaskier, on the other hand, looks perfectly unperturbed.

"From the bank," he offers simply as he sprinkles expensive herbs over the hare Geralt caught earlier that evening, "you know, where people deposit their valuables? I know you witchers don't believe in bank accounts, savings and interests, but-"

"Where does the coin come from?" Geralt interrupts, hissing those words through clenched teeth.

"Why, my inheritance."

Geralt stares for a long while. It takes his brain several seconds to catch up to what Jaskier is telling him, and another few seconds to make sense of the words. Inheritance?

"What inheritance?"

"Well, when my father passed away he left me and my siblings a share of his wealth. That's how inheritance works. Say, pass me my satchel my dear, I think I have some more spices in there."

Geralt wordlessly hands Jaskier his satchel, still trying to process this new discovery. Come to think of it, Geralt knows precious little about Jaskier's family. Sure, that's probably on him for never asking, but Geralt has grown so used to Jaskier oversharing every aspect of his life that he never needed to ask his bard anything. Jaskier just… never talked about his family. Or his childhood, or his upbringing. His life story seems to always begin when he was a student at Oxenfurt.

Geralt is growing curiouser by the minute.

"When did your father pass?"

"Oh? Uh… good question. Maybe a few years after I went to Oxenfurt? I'm not sure. I received a letter from the bank notifying me that a share of my father's wealth was deposited in my account."

Geralt frowns. "You never went back to find out what happened?"

"No."

Well, that's an oddly abrupt response, and Jaskier doesn't seem like he's got anything to say on the matter. Which only makes Geralt feel more curious about the whole thing.

"Why not?"

"Geralt…" Jaskier heaves a sigh before putting on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, too tense to be genuine. "My father and I didn't get along. I felt no need to go mourn him with the rest of my noble family in Lettenhove when he passed. That's it. That's all there's to it. I was not a good enough man to refuse my share of the inheritance, either, despite my non-existent relationship with him."

That's a lot to unpack. Geralt always assumed that Jaskier had a good childhood. Then again, he would think that, wouldn't he, considering Geralt spent his own childhood being tortured by magnanimous and sadistic mages. Where most children got to spend time outside helping out in the fields or playing with their friends, Geralt was put through drill after drill, after drill… until he was physically unable to walk so much his muscles hurt.

"Wait… did you say your noble family?"

"Hm?"

"In Lettenhove… there's nothing in Lettenhove. Only the Viscount and his family live there on a large esta-" Geralt's mouth clicks shut as realisation dawns on him. "Your father was the Viscount of Lettenhove?"

"Yes. And since I'm the oldest, after he died that title passed onto me. But I much prefer being a bard, so I graciously devolved my duties to my younger brother, who now manages the estate. Are we done with this conversation?"

"I didn't mean to make you mad…"

Geralt watches Jaskier stop dead in his tracks, his shoulders briefly tensing at those words, before exhaling loudly through his nose. Jaskier anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up and offers Geralt a sheepish smile, that one warmer and softer than the previous one.

"Sorry, dear heart. I didn't mean to be so short with you. It's just… well, there's a reason I don't bring up my family all that much."

"Hm." Geralt gently taps the spot next to him on his bedroll, and Jaskier doesn't have to be told twice. Soon, Geralt has one arm wound tightly around Jaskier's shoulders. Not quite a hug, but the intention is there all the same, and Jaskier eagerly melts in the embrace. "I shouldn't have insisted. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You did nothing wrong." Jaskier nuzzles the crook of Geralt's neck sweetly before depositing a featherlight kiss just over his pulse point. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Geralt ponders over that question far too long before whispering an answer in the air pocket between them.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jaskier hesitates.

"Not physically, no. He didn't approve of my aspirations and choices. He didn't support me. I suppose it hurt a little when he didn't see me away to Oxenfurt at the age of 15, but he never raised a hand on me."

"Hm." Good, Geralt thinks. No child should ever have to suffer at the hand of an adult. Geralt earned plenty a beating at Kaer Morhen, some justified and others not so much. Just because he went through this doesn't mean he condones it.

"At least I get to spend his money on someone I love," Jaskier offers softly, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean glancing up at Geralt through dark lashes, “That, at least, the old man can’t take away from me.”

A happy little rumble bubbles up Geralt's chest, despite the blush gracing his cheeks.

"I never thanked you for the gifts." Geralt blushes a deeper shade of red at the realisation. "Sorry. It's been a long year."

"Well, good thing we're heading North soon then, hm?" Jaskier straightens up so he can cradle Geralt's face in his lute-calloused hands. Their eyes meet then, amber seeking out blue, and Geralt thinks that he must be the luckiest son of a bitch in all the Continent.

"Yes," he agrees in a whisper, tilting his face to place a kiss on the inside of Jaskier's wrist, "good thing, indeed."

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[whumperooni]

Belonging

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3k

Tags/Warnings: incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u

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This is written in response to a big brained, beautiful minded nonny <3 I was going to put it in the answer to the ask but I’m gonna chuck this in ao3 too so I’m making it a separate post.

THANK YOU nonny for this /chef’s kiss of an ask and please feel free to slide into my inbox again because this is primo content right here.

I hope you enjoy your crumbs <3

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How long has Enji been away from home? Two days? Three days? Four? Certainly not away long enough for you to be in this condition.

Enji frowns despite the sweet kisses you’re peppering all over his face and grabs onto your waist, lifts you up and holds you back so he can look you over. You’re a mess- bruises on your wrists and hickeys mottling your neck so much he can’t see a speck of your natural color. You look tired, worn out and Enji can tell that you’re exhausted, that things have been busy since he’s been away for his team up. He’s not happy about the vivid bruises on your thighs or the fading carpet burn on your knees. He is really not happy about the bandage on your forearm. Enji’s frown deepens and you grow nervous before him- smile twitching anxiously and hands clenching at the fabric of one of Touya’s shirts that you’ve been made to wear. When he puts you down and reaches to grab your arm, you flinch- barely noticeable, so tiny in your movement; something that anyone who wasn’t him would miss. Enji’s eyes narrow, big hand circling over your wrist and he tries to soften his expression when he feels you tense up underneath him. Whatever has happened while he’s been away is not your fault- he knows this. He is furious that you’re so skittish from it, though. Again, not your fault- his sons are sure to blame. “...what happened?” You tense up even more- eyes darting anxiously around the room and smile wavering and fading from your face. He thinks that you might pull away from him whenever he runs his thumb over the bruises on your wrists, but you remain as good and obedient as ever and simply twitch in place where you are standing. “N-Nothing, daddy,” you mumble, lips trying and failing to smile once more. Enji frowns at you and you squirm under your father’s stern gaze- anxiety whipping through you and upset starting to creep all over your face. “It was just...they didn’t mean…” Oh, yes, they did mean. Enji scowls and he sets his irritation toward the bandage on your arm, has to clench his free hand into a fist so he doesn’t hold onto you too tightly. “What is this from?” he demands. “Give me the truth, little one.” Your bottom lip quivers and he can tell that you are torn. You are such a sweet daughter, a sweet sister- you cannot bring yourself to lie to the father that you love so much but you also do not want to get the brothers that you hold dear in trouble either. You are a good girl- you should not be in this position right now. Enji breathes in deep and he lets it out slow, tries to keep a leash on his temper. You are the only thing he truly loves in this world- his little one, his youngest, his perfect little girl. He doesn’t want to see you cry over something your brothers have done. Enji huffs and he pulls you closer to him, picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on reflex- arms looping around his neck and face burying into his chest as he positions you. There’s a quiet whimper from you whenever he cups your bottom and Enji feels his anger grow even darker when he feels you sniffle against him. “Are you sore there?” he asks, gruff as he totes you off to his bedroom. You don’t answer him for a  moment and even then you can only give him a tiny nod in response- arms clinging tighter to him. Enji lets out a tch and he’s careful as he sits down on the bed, as he sits you in his lap. Your upset is more than clear on your face now- bottom lip wobbling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Enji frowns as your head lowers and he rubs your back with one big hand, touches your cheek with the other. “Did they spank you?” he asks. Your squirm in his lap- eyes averted and fingers curling into his shirt. Enji waits, patient, until finally your lips tremble and you give a tiny nod. “Touya-nii...he wasn’t...he wasn’t happy that I slept in Natsuo-nii’s bed,” you whisper. “They’ve been…” You trail off, nerves and upset skittering over your expression, and Enji grunts his annoyance as he eyes the bruises littered all over your body. “They’ve been fighting over you. Again.” A wince passes over you and you hang your head as if you are ashamed. There is a sniffle and that is all it takes to further cement Enji’s decision that his sons need a reminder of their place. “I- I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper- eyes wet, lashes wet, voice trembling. “I- I tried to be good so they wouldn’t fight, but- but Touya-nii told Natsuo-nii that I- that I belong to him and it made Natsuo-nii mad and then- then Natsuo-nii was sad after and I tried to cheer him up and then that made Touya-nii mad and then- then they started fighting and then they kept dragging me to their rooms and I couldn’t- I couldn’t make them happy and I’m sorry, daddy! I didn’t mean to make them fight!” Your voice pitches with a whine of a sob and Enji grits his teeth, wraps his arms around tight so he doesn’t let his temper explode. “It’s not your fault, little one,” he tells you- gruff, stern, but soft for him. You sniffle against him, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt, and Enji rubs your back, places a kiss to your hair. “Tell me how your arm got hurt.” You sniffle, again, and it is pathetic, weak. It grinds at Enji’s fury more, but he closes his eyes as you press against him and seek comfort. “I- I fell,” you mumble to him, voice wobbling. “N-Natsuo-nii was holding my hand and- and Touya-nii didn’t like it so he...he grabbed my other one and he yanked me away, but I- I lost my balance and I fell...I hit it against the table and it...cut me…” Your voice gets smaller and more quiet with each word- reluctance to get your brother’s in trouble making it so hard to admit what happened to your father. Enji’s control snaps as he listens and his fire flares from him- something he is quick to put out whenever he hears your panic sounding against his chest. Enji breathes in deep and he buries his face into his daughter’s hair, holds you just a little too tight in his arms. “...okay, little one,” he says once his temper calms down enough that he can talk without growling every word out. “Did anything else happen?” You shake your head against him and it’s a bit too swift of a denial for his taste. He senses that there is more- knows that there must be- but he does not push; he does not want his little one to collapse further into upset. Enji takes another deep breath and lets you go, cups your cheek to smooth away one stray tear. “You’re a mess,” he tells you. “Come- take a shower with me and then we will relax.” You nod- one small, upset sniffle leaving you- and Enji presses his lips to your forehead before gathering you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He strips you down and reduces Touya’s shirt to ash- letting it fall into the waistbasket with a scowl. You do not comment on it, but you hug yourself tight- eyes wide and worried and body littered with bruises. They have been especially rough with you this time and Enji is not pleased. He is careful with you as he washes you- big hands moving as gently as he can manage but still firm as he washes your tangled hair, scrubs down your tired body. You relax as he takes care of you, melt under his warm fingers and let out soft, sweet noises as your father eases the anxious tension that has wound your body up so tight. He kisses you when you tilt your head back to look at him- your eyes half-shut and sleepy, a serene look on your face as he runs his hands over your breasts. It is a chaste kiss- loving and brief- and Enji feels a certain satisfaction whenever you sigh after, lean against his broad chest. “Daddy takes good care of me,” you mumble- words fuzzy with exhaustion and the gooey warmth spreading through your body and making your mind melt from much needed tenderness. “Not like…” You trail off softly, guiltily. Enji knows what you mean, though, and there is pride in him from it- a possessive, vindictive pleasure as his little girl nuzzles against him adoringly. You are daddy’s little girl- you always have been and you always will be. Enji finishes cleaning you and he sets you out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel and wait for him. Your clumsy attempts to clean him before he does are cute, but he knows that you are tired and does not wish to push you just yet- he has plans and he needs you to rest while you can. He cleans himself and you wait for him obediently- wrapped up in a towel and yawning, propped up on the sink where he had sat you down. Seeing him emerge from the shower is a treat- water steaming from him and dripping down rippling muscles, through chest hair and a thick happy trail. A soft noise leaves you as you watch him dry himself and your cheeks pinken without notice despite heavy eyes and a fuzzy, tired mind that’s begging for sleep. Enji watches your soft thighs rub together and he goes to you, kisses you like you deserve- lovingly, hungrily but not forcefully. He breaks it once a sweet, low moan sounds from you and then he kneels, parts your legs and hooks them over his shoulders before burying his face into the honeyed crux of his little one. The bathroom echoes with your whimpers and mewls as Enji runs his tongue through your folds and burrows his tongue deep inside your cunny. He keeps your hips still whenever they begin to twitch, but he allows you to grab onto his hair, grunts with approval when you arch your back and whine out a needy little, “Daddy, please!” You come whenever he slips a thick finger into you- slick and warm insides fluttering and clamping down onto the digit as you cry out, grip his hair tight. Enji works you through it and he slips a second finger in at the peak of your orgasm, makes it trip into another and has you whimpering, gasping out “daddy, daddy, daddy!” “That’s right, little one,” he praises- voice coming out low and husky as your cunny clenches and cums around his fingers. “Who makes you feel good?” “Daddy does!” Enji hums, pleased by your mewled answer, and he allows you to ride out your pleasure before slipping his fingers from you. You look so sweet as you pant and flush- so worn out and vulnerable; a tender girl flustered by the dulcet, mellowed pleasure that you have been craving for days. You whimper whenever Enji stands- arms reaching for your father and eyes bright with needy tears. He picks you up and he kisses your cheek, cups your bottom whenever you wrap your legs around him and teases your wet, fluttering hole with a stretched out finger as he totes you off to the living room. The boys are there- arguing as always, in each other’s faces with heated, hissed words and glaring eyes- and they only look up when Enji slips a finger inside your cunny and coaxes a moan from you. Their reaction is immediate- heads snapping up and shock halting their anger only to multiple it. Touya’s lips pull back into snarl and Natsuo’s eyes widen, narrow as he watches your hips grind down against Enji’s finger. Enji glares them down as he eases another finger into your eager cunny, kisses your cheek when you whimper and cling to him even tighter. “Little one,” he asks, voice gruff but calm even as he glowers down at the furious brats that he calls sons, “who made you feel good earlier?” “Daddy did,” you mewl out- sweet and sleepy and showing the pleasure that is slowly wrecking your tired body. Enji hums and he spreads another finger to smooth over your clit, makes you moan softly and try to grind your hips against him. A growl rips from Touya and your lashes flutter from it, a tiny noise of worry leaves you and is instantly forgotten when Enji curls his thick fingers inside of your honeyed insides and causes your mind to blank from pleasure. “And who is making you feel good now?” Enji demands- hard and nearly imperious as you tremble and cling tighter to him. “D-Daddy is!” “Do you want your brothers to fuck you, little one?” Enji asks, narrowing his eyes in challenge when Touya takes a step toward him. A hiccup of a sob leaves you and you shake your head, bury your face against him with a whimper. Enji’s lips twitch with the hint of a smirk and he pushes you to answer with, “And why is that?” Another sob and you shake as guilt, frustration, repressed anger and upset at your brothers twine through you along with the honeyed, warm pleasure that your father is giving you. You sniffle- hips rocking against thick fingers and your syrupy, sticky juices leaking from you and coating your father’s hand. “Because- because,” you whimper as your heart pounds and your cunny throbs with need. “Because they’re- they’re mean! I don’t want- I don’t-” Guilt causes you to whine against your father and Enji hums as he teases a third finger against your entrance, looks over his sons. Touya is furious- hands clenched into tight fists and shaking with anger that’s close to exploding out. Natsuo, at least, has the decency to look guilty, ashamed. He ducks his head and looks away as Enji spreads your little cunny wider and makes you cry out as he slowly stuffs your squishy, warm insides full even more. “Who do you want then?” Enji asks- voice low and gruff. He grunts as your insides spasm around his fingers and his cock flexes against himself- hard and big and so ready to fill his sweet baby girl. “Who do you want to fuck you, little one?” You choke on a sob- the questions overwhelming your tired mind and your body racing toward another orgasm. You arch against him, head tilting back with a cry whenever he places a hot kiss to your neck. You can’t help the way you pant and shake against him and you can’t help your answer either, the way you moan out a loud, needy, truthful- “Daddy! Want- I want Daddy!” You cry a little after from guilt and need and the pleasure that is making your mind melt and your head spin. Enji lets out a growl of satisfaction and he slips his fingers from you- soothing you with a kiss whenever you let out a panicked whine. Enji slides you lower down his waist and presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole, looks at his sons with challenge and superiority in his eyes, the set of his lips. “And who do you belong to?” Enji asks- voice low and demanding, making a desperate shiver crawl up your spine. You whimper and you lift your head from him, turn it so you can look at your brothers. There is no fear in your gaze- not like how there was over these past few days whenever they yanked you to and fro between them- and you shudder against your father- eyes heavy and cheeks flushed, body soft and pretty and clinging to him with pressing, loving adoration and need. “Daddy,” you mewl out sweet as honey. “I belong to daddy.” “Good girl,” Enji murmurs to you, sliding his cock into your eager cunny. “My good girl.” Choked anger tears itself from Touya and he snaps out a “fuck you” to Enji before stomping out of the room- singing the doorframe whenever he slams his hand against it in fury. Natsuo is frozen in place- eyes wide as he watches you come along your father’s cock- and he flushes from frustration, from anger whenever he finds himself hardening at the sight of Enji’s dick stretching your pussy and making your glistening folds part as he slides into you slowly. He clenches his fists whenever your moan and then he stomps out of the room- angry and needy as your chanted mewls of “daddy, daddy, daddy!” sound behind him. Enji smirks as his sons flee in a temper tantrum, smiles as he kisses your cheek and rocks his hips up to make you moan and go limp against him in pleasure. You nuzzle against him with a needy, tired whine and Enji hums his satisfaction at that, turns to carry you back to his room and his bed. “Shh, little one,” Enji tells you. “Daddy will take care of you.” A whimper leaves you and you tremble before giving a weak nod against him, clench around his cock even as he slips out of you to lay you out on his bed. “Love you, daddy,” you slur out through your pleasure and exhaustion, the overwhelmed feeling making your mind melt. “Love you so much.” Enji braces himself over you and he kisses your forehead, soaks in the soft mewl that sounds from you as he sinks his cock back into your honeyed insides. “I love you too, little one,” he tells you. “My little one.” You nod, panting and dizzy, and Enji kisses you, starts to fuck you slowly. You’re his. You will always belong to your daddy.

#enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #enji x reader #bnha #rooni's shit #tw: incest #this ask made me so dreamy #thank you nonny <3 #i hope it scratches that craving for you #todoroki degens

[killing-game-vibes]

Mondo and Kazuichi taking their S/O to the Carnival!

Nonnie asked, "Hi Mod Z!! <3 you guys have such a cute blog layout thingey btw- anyways can i please request any characters of ur choice taking their s/o to a carnival hcs? make it fluffy pls 🥺 thank you!! 💞"

O-Oh dear! We just posted our promo today, we didn't expect to get a request this fast! Nonetheless, I hope to fulfill your request. I do apologize in advance too since I only did Danganronpa characters here. However, you did tell me to choose the characters, which, I have to add, was nice of you.

I hope you enjoy these Mondo and Kazuichi headcanons. (Also do not worry, the headcanons will not be in this special text.)

- Mod Zer0

Mondo Oowada:

▹ You were the one who asked him actually. No questions asked, a few minutes later you two were at the carnival.

▹ He drove you there on his bike >:)

▹ Will most definitely try and win prizes for you.

▹ Whenever he loses a game, he gets embarrassed and apologizes... Quietly-

▹ When you started laughing, he starts laughing with you.

▹ You will obviously try and win that game too-

▹ You're getting that stuffed bear no matter what.

▹ You know those swings that elevate and spin? Those, what are they called? Trapeze? Yeah, that one is fun when you're with him. (Mainly for him but-)

▹ He really likes teasing you there, he'll try and reach for you which makes it look like he's gonna fall... Which results in a panicked you.

▹ When you guys get down, you hit him playfully... Or maybe for real... Or maybe a big punch.

▹ When your stomachs rumble, that's when you guys start eating those fast foods they give... Okay, maybe not even meals, both of you guys get popcorn, candy, cotton candy, and funnel cakes-

▹ It was a wonderful afternoon, you were ready to leave and cuddle Mondo the rest of the day-

▹ But Mondo, although not the one who asked to go to the carnival, asked you to stay until later in the day when the colorful lights come on and look marvelous.

▹ You don't regret it, mainly because it was true. The lights popped on and everything looked so beautiful...

▹ Then you guys rode more rides, enjoying the carnival even more.

▹ Man, this was a good decision you made.

▹ On the ride home, you almost fell asleep while riding behind Mondo, causing you to almost fall off-

▹ Which did not settle with Mondo well-

▹ Luckily, he caught you and shook you a bit (since he needs to focus on the road or both of you guys are going to get knocked out o-o), which got you to slightly wake up. Plus you two were almost home.

▹ Payback fulfilled. It was a total win too since he cuddled you both to sleep. (hhh mondo big arms hhhh)

▹ However, next time you ride with him, you're staying in the front.

Kazuichi Soda:

▹ He was the one to try and convince you to go to the carnival with him.

▹ He's seen so many shows and movies and whatever where the couple go to the carnival-

▹ It seemed fun and you didn't want Kazuichi to get disappointed so you agreed. It wasn't a bad idea anyway.

▹ However, from past experiences, you knew he was... Not good with rides.

▹ You knew you had to be selective about your rides unless you wanted to start up Kazuichi's motion sickness.

▹ The two of you rode over to the nearest carnival in your car. Laughing, talking, and calling people about the carnival. What? You think Kazuichi has the balls to go there with just you?/hj

▹ Anywho, when you got there, yall waited for Akane, Ibuki, and Nekomaru to arrive, which didn't take long.

▹ Despite what Akane wanted, which was to eat first, all of you went on rides and did games instead. Nekomaru was the one to convince Akane to not eat since she could throw up if she wasn't careful.

▹ It was already the afternoon to slowly the sky would turn dark, which you all couldn't wait for.

▹ You held Kazuichi's hand on all of the rides unless you couldn't. You just knew it reassured him to be holding your hand.

▹ Going from ride to ride, you could see Kazuichi's smile grow bigger and bigger. However, you didn't know how long that smile would last... Since...

▹ The Free Fall ride came up. Oh, the one that goes up and drops you suddenly.

▹ You for sure were looking forward to it, and so were the rest of your friends. But Kazuichi? You didn't know if he could handle it.

▹ Looking over to Kazuichi, you could still see the smile on his face, which was a good sign, and even during the ride, you held his hand tightly and saw his smile even still.

▹ Everyone started laughing and the sound of screams filled the air. When everyone got off, Kazuichi was still fine... Until he ran to the nearest trashcan and started hauling-

▹ It was... Definitely expected. Nekomaru stayed with Kazuichi as you and the girls went to go get food, most specifically, funnel cakes, plural for everyone.

▹ About 30 minutes later, Nekomaru came back with a wasted Kazuichi, which got you to laugh. You knew this would happen eventually. When the smell of the funnel cakes entered Kazuichi, he woke up groggily.

▹ After getting him to eat, and everyone else finishing up their food, the night stars cloaked over the sky and the lights all buzzed on. Magical.

▹ You were glad Kazuichi was finally up and energized (he drank a monster you cannot convince me otherwise hhhh) so he could see the scenery you loved just as much as him.

▹ Heading home, he drove as you almost fell asleep hugging a fluffy bunny your boyfriend won... One thing he heard you say before fully nodding off was, "Glad you enjoyed our cliche date, Kaz... I know... I did~..."

#Mod Zero #Not an Edit #Requested #x Reader #Kazuichi Soda #Soda Kazuichi #Kazuichi x Reader #S/O #GN!Reader #Danganronpa #Danganronpa Goodbye Despair #Super Danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc #DR #DRGD #SDR2 #DRTHH #THH #Trigger Happy Havoc #Mondo Oowada #Oowada Mondo #Mondo x Reader #Imagine #Reader Insert #Thank you for your request nonnie #It was lovely to write :) #Also I now realize that Kazuichi's headcanons seem... Longer than Mondos #which may be the result of my being a massive simp for him aha-

[nameless-shrimp]

DISNEYLAND || SATORU GOJO

Request: I really like the way you write for Gojo, you make him fun to read! Could I request headcanons of what he would be like on his first ever trip to Disney Land with his S/O?

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Type: Headcanons + extra OS

Warnings: Mild swearing.

Notes: Aww, thank you for your kind words, Nonnie. I hope that you enjoy this beautiful piece. It isn't my best, I'm sorry for that, but I hope you do enjoy it nonetheless. c:

Going to theme parks with Gojo Satoru would be one hell of an experience. Nonetheless, his first time with you at Disneyland.

Satoru would be whipping his phone—or he would be bringing his own camera—out every single chance that he can get. He wasn’t going to stop with the photos, so you might as well get used to it. Satoru wanted to cherish every moment he could get with you, even though you knew he could easily teleport his way to the amusement park whenever he wanted. But he preferred to make every memory count with you.

Lots of sweets to buy and share together! While you two would watch a musical, he’d buy funnel cakes and ice cream that you two could share together while you watched the musical or even the parade.

He’d ask you to take photos of him posing with the characters. (However, you had to tell him to stop choking Gaston literally while he was simply posing for a photo).

You’d pose for him in photos as well too. Even if you weren’t ready, he’d snap a photo, and you’d threaten to throw his phone in the fountains if he didn’t delete the ‘ugly’ photos that he took of you (but, regardless, you were stunning to his eyes no matter what).

Cute matching headbands! Satoru would buy the best matching headbands both of you could wear and he’d occasionally take selfies to show his students while you both would wait in line for a ride. (This led to his students spamming you with messages on why he was able to have a vacation while he dumped the majority of the curse missions onto them—but it is what it is, you supposed.)

There would be several Disney princesses that would talk about how handsome and stunning he looked and that Satoru could’ve even been a prince himself. Satoru would make fun of your pouting and comment about how you were the only one for him.

Going on rides with him would be pretty hilarious. You didn’t know if he was doing this on purpose but he would scream out loud at the top of the ride until it hit the drop and it would embarrass you to no end. However, you were thankful that he’d use his Infinity when you two would go on those water rides (though you had to sit at the back most of the time so people ahead of you wouldn’t get skeptical on why you two didn’t get wet but they did).

(However, Gojo Satoru was a bastard. Sometimes, he’d let his Infinity turn off on him so that both of you would get wet and you’d punch him playfully for it).

Gazing at fireworks would be magical—seriously, as funny as it sounded, you knew that it was a magical experience for both of you. He’d hold onto you tightly from behind, interlocking his fingers with yours while you both stared at the colors dancing in the night aura. The sight was heavenly, and it was beautiful.

“Let’s go again tomorrow! Or even the next day after that! We can ride everything again!” Satoru would suggest; it was so easy for him to go on an endless talk about visiting places that he has been to because he has easy access to it. However, he was always willing to let you come along—of course.

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Sometimes, you regret coming to Disneyland with Satoru. Because when he had his hands clenching Gaston’s neck and the poor man was wailing his arms around for dear life, you had to tell Satoru to ease his strength down before he would actually kill him.

“Satoru, stop, you’re gonna kill him!”

“B-But he was the villain!”

Satoru would have a large grin on his face as he held onto your hand, kissing your knuckles every so often while he talked about his stories from Jujutsu Tech and he asked how you were feeling about the day. Despite kids crying and the screams from the tall roller coasters, you were focused on the scent of funnel cakes and the headband that was resting on top of your white-haired boyfriend’s head.

It was beautiful watching the parade, where there were a lot of dances and Satoru challenged you on who could finish the churro first. (Of course, he won), and he treated you to a lot of ice cream and cupcakes whenever you both decided to rest or wait in line for a ride. However, he really did make a big deal about the Cars ride—and he wasn’t expecting the ride to launch off quickly, but he was caught off guard. And, well—he lost his sunglasses.

But it doesn't matter. He bought his own pair of Mickey Mouse sunglasses from a kid’s gift shop and then asked you to wear a similar pair so that both of you could match. You were already matching with the same t-shirts and headbands, so it was a bit much for him to continue on with the sunglasses.

“But ‘Toru, we already have—”

“Baby, wear this for me, please!”

When the fireworks came at the end, it was a beautiful range of colors that twinkled above the sky below you. Satoru made sure that he snuck his hand onto yours while he hugged you from behind, kissing your slightly exposed neck as you giggled at his faint touch. “I love you,” he spoke close to your ear, and you felt his flushed cheek touch yours which made you chuckle more. “I love you with all of my heart. I had so much fun today.”

“I did too,” you responded, holding onto his hand tighter. “Thank you for today.”

“Let’s go again tomorrow!” Satoru chirped, grin widening by each passing second.

“Ah, what about yo—”

“My students can handle it,” Satoru smirked, waving his free hand around before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “All I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you. That is all I could want.”

You blushed at his words. Because, yeah, you wanted the same with him.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #shrimp hc #shrimp os

[rillils]

*gives you the best hugs i could possibly give*

You're the sweetest, nonnie dear 🥰🥰🥰 Please know that I'm hugging you too, extra squishily and super tightly 💖💖💖 Have a wonderful day, darling, and thank you for being so precious, I really really needed this today 😘😘

#anon #personal #bless you forever my dear nonnie 💖💖💖💖

[nagitoandkokichioneshots]

OKAY HELLO OMG I HOPE YOU ARE TAKING REQUESTS !! i really like the way you write its super cool and i want you to keep going lolz anyways can i request a scenario where nagito, reader and hana are spending an afternoon together, the reader came home early from work which means that they can hang out, i think that would sound fun. i would love to see hana interact with her mom !!! okay so good luck

-Mod Mikan: Hello sweet nonnie! First of all, thank you for your kind words! I’m not very confident in my writing skills, but I still enjoy making X reader fanfics with my fictional crushes, so your feedback and praise means a lot to me, it really does! And this idea is SO CUTE! I had so much fun writing this, I truly love domestic life au’s, so thank you for your request! 

“C’mon Mama! You have to show me around the beach!” Hana squealed, pulling her mother by the arm. The (H/C) female chuckled, as she power walked with her three year old daughter to the wide body of white sand. (Y/N) felt the rush of the grainy sand flood between her and the (F/C) flip flops she put on today. It was days like this where the ultimate (Y/T) had the day off. It was rare, but that’s what made her days off even more enjoyable. A day with the whole family was precious and the Komeada’s enjoyed every second of it

“Hey, wait for me!” Nagito ran towards the two beautiful rays of hope, slinging a black duffle bag across her shoulder. Hana giggled, holding onto her mother’s hand as they stopped at an unoccupied portion of the beach

“Sorry Papa. You’re too slow~” She giggled, earning herself a light scold from (Y/N), who was lying a Minnie Mouse beach towel for her daughter

“Hana, you know your Papa needs a little more time when it comes to our races. We have to encourage him, like we do with you all the time!” She explained, pulling the platinum blond up in an upsie. She peppered her face with kisses, making the toddler squeal in her mother’s arms. Cute giggles were muffled out by more baritone, deep laughs coming from her father

“Thank you, my angel. But don’t worry about me. The important thing is that we all made it, and now we can finally relax,” He said, running a lanky hand thorugh Hana’s neatly done braid. It was usually Nagito who does Hana’s hair in the morning, and 99% of the time, it’s a messy, but cute braid. (Y/N) has managed to braid her daughter’s hair this morning into a much neater and elegant design, even adorning it with tiny white flowers to match her two piece bathing suit

“You’re right, Papa. But can we explore? I want to build a sandcastle, go swimming, play volleyball, get ice cream, collect seashells, a--” Hana’s ramble was interrupted by her mother setting her down on the beach towel along with her pink barbie backpack

“Well maybe we can take it easy for a little while and start with that sandcastle, okay? Mama can help you out if you want,” (Y/N) flashed a sweet smile to her, already kneeling down. Nagito couldn’t help but let out a grin himself. It warmed his heart to see his angel and flower of hope playing together. As said before, (Y/N)’s days off were scarce, so saying Nagito lived for these moments would be an understatement--he considered them a blessing, even after all this time

“And Papa can go get some ice cream for us. Hana, cookie dough like always?” He waved his daughter’s favorite ice cream flavor in his question, making her (E/C) eyes light up. She nodded, whipping her braid back and forth as she did

“Yes, Papa, Yes!” She cheered, producing another series of cheerful laughs from Nagito. He then turned to his wife, asking her a similar question

“And you, my angel? (F/F), I assume?” He asked, earning a nod from the older female

“Thank you, Nagito,” She smiled. Nagito kissed both their heads before running off to a concession stand. (Y/N) turned her attention back to the three year old, as she started to shovel out some sand into her yellow plastic spade 

“I want a big castle! Like the ones the princesses live in in the fairytales Papa tells me before bedtime. So we have to get A LOT of sand, Mama!” Hana exclaimed, dropping her bucket only for a split second, allowing her to motion the immense amount of ‘sand’ with her hands. (Y/N) chortled yet again at her daughter, but Hana’s cheerful smile faded into a neutral one, scooping sand into her bucket

“You....You’ll be able to read to me for bed tonight...right Mama?” The pale skinned three year old asked her mother. (Y/N) felt her heart ache at her daughter’s slightly gloomy smile, not wanting to disappoint her. After all, was she even going to say no? 

“Sweetheart, I’d be more than happy to read to you any story you want for bedtime,” Her mother offered, making Hana look up from her filled bucket placed upside down in the sand. Her goofy grin was plastered back on her face, as she crawled onto her mother’s lap, kissing her cheek

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mama!” She hugged her tightly, (Y/N) nuzzling her cheek with hers. She felt some sticky lipgloss on her cheek, but she didn’t care. The hug was broken, only for (Y/N) to remove the bucket, revealing a mound of sand in the shape of the castle’s base

“No need to thank me, darling. Come on, let’s go surprise Papa with this palace fit for a princess!” She booped Hana’s nose, making her blush. Both girls worked hard for the next few minutes, molding sand into pillars, poking windows into the castle, and digging a moat around it. The sound of light footsteps shoveling through the sandy landscape signaled the return of Nagito, holding three ice cram cones in his hand

“Rocky road for my flower,” He flashed a bright smile towards Hana, handing her the waffle cone, making her gleam with the hope that Nagito adored. “(F/F) for my angel,” He gentle transferred the second cone from his hand to his wife’s. “And plain vanilla for someone like me,” Just like Hana’s, his joyous smile faded into an indifferent one, as he sat down on the beach chair. (Y/N) mentally shook her head at her husband. They’ve been married for three years and had Hana just a few weeks after their wedding. It would be safe to say that Nagito’s self confidence have been raised more than he could ever imagine and he certainly does feel more value and worth within himself, especially being near his angel’s side. But old habits that lasted since childhood are extremely difficult to break

Well...it’s progress from “worthless trash” (Y/N) thought to herself, a mature smile creeping back onto her face, as Hana licked her cone, still sitting on her mother’s lap. Hana turned to her father, surprisingly keeping her face clean from her sweet frozen treat as she continued to indulge in it

“Papa, what do you think of our castle? Me and Mama made it together,” She motioned her head towards the mountain of sand sculpted into an elegant design that resembled an ancient citadel. The white haired male simpered, admiring the work of the ultimate ballerina and the ultimate (Y/T)

“It certainly beautiful, my darling. But I can’t say I’m surprised. Symbols of hope like you two can only create the best!” He planted a kiss onto Hana’s forehead, making a faded pink blush dust upon her cheeks once again. Nagito moved to perform the same action onto his wife, but she just smirked, stopping him with pressing her index finger to his lips

“Oh? And is my dear marshmallow trying to steal a kiss from me?” She winked cheekily at him, making Nagito form a surprised expression on his face

“Huh? (Y/N) is teasing me today?” He questioned her, his licked getting slower as his vanilla soft serve shrunk in size. As for the (H/C) female, she quickly chomped the last of her cone, tossing the napkin into a nearby trash can

“Oh love, don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it asssss~” Just then, (Y/N) stood up, tightly holding Hana, her tiny legs wrapped around her mother’s bare waist. She ran off with her daughter into the ocean, creating a huge splash as they cannonballed into the lukewarm waters. The toddler shrieked from the sudden surprise and the water hitting her bare skin. However, she laughed joyously after her body became accustomed to the new temperature, still clinging onto her mother to support her tiny body in the large body of salt water

“Join the fun, Nagito! Hana is right, you are pretty slow~” She chaffed at her husband, lightly splashing water onto the toddler’s rounded face, making her yelp in a mix of shock and cheekiness 

“H-Hey! (Y/N), weren’t you the one who told Hana to give me a break from running?!” He pouted, making his way into the ocean as fast as the sickly man could. He tossed his shirt onto the beach chair and kicked off his shoes before entering the vast ocean. He searched for his family, before spotting the two girls half swimming-half walking towards them

“Now that wasn’t funny, (Y/N)! Not only did you tease me, but you stole my flower away! This was supposed to be a family day,” He sulked, making (Y/N) place one of her hands on Nagito’s cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb

“Aw, poor baby. I’m sorry, Naggie. Can you forgive me??? Please???” She singsonged to him, pulling Hana up so their heads were at level with each other. Hana also made the same puppy dogged eyes with her mother, asking for his forgiveness

“Pwease, Papa???” She asked him too. Who was Nagito kidding? He couldn’t say no to his two favorite girls

“Well...just this once. After all, this is Mama’s day off,” His glower was replaced with his usual merry expression, making both girls shout in happiness

“Yayyy! Come on, Papa! I wanna swim!” Hana grabbed her father’s arm in her free hand, along with her mother’s in the other one. Half swimming and half walking, she treaded along the water’s surface before creating a tiny splash as her white skinned body flopped into the deeper waters, still holding onto her parents’ hands for support

“Hana, not too far, darling. We don’t want you getting kidnapped by pirates out in far waters,” Her mother joked, warning her to stay close. Nagito reached for his wife’s free hand with his, smiling at her before they joined their daughter in the salty ocean 

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“That was the best, Mama!” Hana exclaimed, tightening her little legs that were circling around her mother’s waist. (Y/N) flashed a smile, this time, a semi-tired one mixed in with her usual bright one

“I’m so glad you had fun, my flower. We should definetly do this again when I get another day off. And don’t forget, Mama still promised you a bedtime story when we get back home~” She nuzzled her nose with Hana’s, as Nagito let out a giggle

“Well that’s just the cutest sight ever. The angel of hope and the flower of hope cuddling!” He got inside the driver’s seat of the car, setting a small baggie down in the cupholders. (Y/N) blushed at Nagito’s statement, setting the toddler down into the warm cushions of her carseat. Hana squirmed a bit as (Y/N) secured the seatbelts across her little lap, as if she was trying to see what was in the contents of the baggie

“Papa, can I see my seashells? I collected a lot!” She asked her father, earning a side grin from the male. He reached his hand towards the mini drawstring, making it land on the toddler’s lap with a gentle toss

“There you go, my love. Now it’s time for my other love to join me in the front,” He winked at (Y/N), patting the passenger’s seat in the front. The (H/C) female kept her faint blush on her cheeks, crawling beside Nagito in the front of the car. As Hana poked a slightly chubby finger inside the cinch sack, thrilled to see the collection of shells she picked up, (Y/N) turned to Nagito, a relaxed sigh fell from her pink lips

“This was a much needed break. I missed this, Naggie...” She admitted to her husband, making Nagito form his usual, carefree smile on his face. He pulled out of the parking lot of the beach, turning onto the street

“Me too. It was so nice for your boss to let you have a day off when you’ve been working so hard, my angel. Hana really missed you,” He responded, keeping his keys on the road. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other one creeping to touch his wife’s. He stroked his thumb upon her knuckles, keeping her at ease. She looked down for a split second before turning to him, another smirk forming on her face

“You know, Hana loves her Papa as much as she missed her Mama. Would he care to join us for a bedtime story???” The female questioned him, every word of her sentences laced with a flavor of sweetness. Nagito’s smile crept wider, seeing his daughter admiring the elegantly spotted scallop shell between her fingers from his mirror

“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind someone like me intruding your mother-daughter time?” He asked his wife for reassurance, earning an eye-roll from her. However, this only lasted for a split second, as the thumb that was stroking her knuckles was yanked into a hand-holding position, each finger interlocked with each other

“We would be offended if you didn’t!”

#nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #danganronpa nagito #nagito x you #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa goodbye despair

[chandeliermichel]

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Oh, no! Why are you sad, dear nonny? :( is everything alright? Do you want hugs? Headpats? Chocolates? *hugs* I am here if you wanna talk!!! ^^ *pats your head and hugs you tightly*

#!ink answers #!anon #awww #are you alright? #:( #why sad? #if you are sad then i am too #*hug*

[madame-fear]

The reason why i asked if you liked seafood is that i thought about a certain scene from a movie (hunger games 2) but imagine you and luke walking by the fishing ports of driftmark and he is offered a fresh catch of oysters. He pries one open and finds a pearl there. He picks it up and calls you over, dropping it to your palm like "here, for u!😍"

sorry totally random i just miss u when youre away 🥺

THIS!!!! OMG I SWEAR THIS IS SO SWEETLY ADORABLE IT MELTED MY HEART 😭😭🥺💞 Luke would be such an attentive little treasure that would constantly spoil you all the time AND I KNOW THIS ^^ WOULD BE ACTUALLY SOMETHING HE'D DO, THANK YOU NONNIE FOR THIS😭😭💕💕💕💖💞💝

Also you guys miss me when I'm away?! jfc I swear I want to take hold of you my dear anon and hug you tightly and rock you to the sides frfr 🥺🥺💕💖

#lovely anons #lovely anons <3 #ask box open #ask box messages #ask box #—[.🧋] ; amira loves rambling #amira loves rambling

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Your fic reca are what’s literally keeping me alive right now! Thank you 🙏 Do u have any new Virgin Sherlock, Sensitive Sherlock or first time Johnlock fic recs? I would be forever grateful

Hi Nonny!!! *HUGS*

Aww, I’m happy my blog is making you happy! I’ve actually recently released a part 2 list for Virgin Sherlock last month so you can check these out:

Virgin Sherlock

Virgin Sherlock Pt. 2

As for First Time / Sensitive Sherlock, ahhhh, I’m gonna use this opportunity actually to update my First Times List, if that’s okay? Only because I have a list already started, and I’m currently compiling a “sensuality” list that I think will meet your needs for sensitive Sherlock when I post it (another ask from another Nonny) so I’ll save it for that time :P Though you might like Shy Sherlock  and Sherlock Soft With Children for that one!

Anyway.... Here we go! :D

FIRST TIMES Pt. 2

See also: First Time || [MOBILE]

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42 (E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do. If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn't even noticed. Right...?

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Autistic Sherlock) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

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