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How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals

literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.

Also, Happy New Years Loves! I wish everyone and myself a better 2023, I couldn't ask for better supporters ♥♥

Michael

Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.

Wait-

Jason

Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.

Freddy

Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.

Bubba

Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.

Thomas

Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.

Brahms

Steals them from you.

Humps them.

Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.

Billy

Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.

Stu

Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.

Norman

Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.

Hannibal

Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.

Bo

Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.

Vincent

Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.

Lester

Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.

#michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #norman bates x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #horror

[dustofthedailylife]

Little Endearing Things They Do

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Pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Zhongli, Heizou, Diluc, Xiao, Cyno, Thoma x (gn!) Reader (separate)

Summary: Little endearing gestures they do that make you fall for them anew every time - or how they show their love without words.

Tags: Pure Fluff, established relationships, headcanons with short scenario drabbles

A/N: First fic post of 2023! Hope this year will be a great one for you all ♥ May all your wishes both in Genshin and irl come true (my next wish is for Alhaitham to come home... I am down bad in the worst type of way.)

ALHAITHAM

Wordlessly offers his lap for you to lie down on whenever you come home from work and are exhausted.

He asks you if you want to talk about your day while brushing over your head or carding through your hair.

While you talk he keeps reading his book and continues to massage your head until you eventually find yourself falling asleep on his lap.

You let the door fall shut behind you as you throw your bag into the corner. A long sigh escaped your throat, causing Alhaitham to look up from the book he was currently reading on the sofa.

You dropped down next to him and leaned against his shoulder wordlessly. He lifted one of his arms and pulled your head down to comfortably rest on his lap. He always had the best intuition about what you needed.

“Exhausting day?”

“Mhm.”, you hum.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

You pause looking up at him with a soft smile that always made his knees turn weak. And he knew what you were about to say. Instinctively he had already begun carding through your hair and massaging your scalp, knowing full well it was the fastest way to calm you down and make you feel better.

“Can you read me from your book?”, you ask with doe eyes.

“This is a book about advanced physics, I don’t think it will be interesting to you, love.”

“I just want to listen to your voice, I don’t care what it is you’re saying, Haitham.”, you say with a sleepy smile.

“Wait, does that mean you’re not listening to me?”, he asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Oh shut up you doofus, I know you love it as much as I do. You just don’t want to admit it.”, you giggle. And you were absolutely right. And how could he ever deny your wish?

AYATO

Usually comes to bed really late.

You’re asleep most of the time he finally lays down and he hates it as much as you do. He’d love to go to bed and fall asleep with you together but most of the time it is outside of his ability to do so because of his work as the Yashiro Commissioner.

Yet every night when he comes to bed and sees your sleeping form he lies down next to you and cups your cheek with his palm. 

He softly brushes over it with his thumb with his lips curved into a fond smile.

Like most of the time, Ayato leaves his office when the rest of the estate has already fallen quiet. He sneaks down the hallway to your shared bedroom and slowly slides the door open.

You were already lying in bed and were fast asleep. Comfortably cozied up in the blankets and breathing shallowly and calm.

Ayato smiled to himself as soon as he spotted your sleeping form. He slipped into bed next to you and cupped your cheek with his palm. It felt warm underneath his hand and you smiled in your sleep as soon as you felt his familiar touch. If it wasn’t for his self-restraint and unwillingness to disturb your sleep he’d impulsively nuzzle into your chest.

He intertwined his long-slender fingers with yours, squeezing your hand with his, and just lay there for a while, taking in every single one of your features. Observing how your chest rose and fell slowly, how your eyes moved below your lids and how your lips formed into a faint smile whenever you felt his tender touch on your skin.

He smiled and slowly closed his eyes and felt himself drift off into slumber. Maybe he was rarely able to go to bed with you together, but all he needed was to have you by his side.

ZHONGLI

Sometimes you don’t know what you did to deserve Zhongli in your life since he always makes you feel so unconditionally loved.

He is always showing you his love in more ways than one. There are just so many little endearing things he does that make you fall in love every day anew.

One of the many things he does is unpromptedly bring a cup of steaming, freshly-brewed tea to your desk while you are working.

The tea is always brewed with the utmost precision and care. Zhongli has perfectioned brewing your favorite blend down to a T.

You heard a faint knock on the door to your office before it was slowly opened. 

You half expected the person walking through the door already but it never failed to bring a smile to your face nonetheless. In his hand, Zhongli was holding a fresh cup of tea and it smelled divine. As usual.

He walked up to your desk and carefully put the cup with the golden liquid down in front of you.

“Thought I’d bring you something to destress.” He donned his handsome signature smile before brushing over your shoulders with one hand. Leaning down he tenderly pressed his lips to your temple.

The little gesture always made your heart flutter in your chest and hold onto the cup as if it was a gift from the gods themselves.

“Let me know if you need anything, my love. I’m just next door.”

“Mh-hm. Will do. Thank you, Li.”, you mused with a content smile

He made sure to press another kiss to your temple before wordlessly heading out of your office again in order to not disturb your workflow further.

As soon as you heard the door click shut you lifted the cup and took a sip from it. The warm liquid spread evenly across your tastebuds and not only did it warm your from the inside out but the thought of Zhongli always pouring his heart into a simple little gesture such as making tea for you made your heart swell as well.

You truly considered yourself the luckiest person in the entirety of Teyvat for being able to call him yours.

HEIZOU

He’s a total tease and that’s what you love so much about him! You never fully know what is going on behind those cheeky eyes.

Frequently sneaks up to you to tickle your sides before hugging you from behind

Honestly, it’s amazing how quiet he can be when he walks.

If you had to guess, both his anemo vision and his profession probably contribute to that.

You were standing in the garden of your home, gazing into the distance where you could make out the faint shoreline in the distance. There was a mild gush of wind blowing in your direction and you closed your eyes, surrendering your senses to the breeze.

Due to that, you missed how the little menace you called your boyfriend snuck up behind you. With a mischievous glint in his eyes and an up-to-no-good smirk plastered on his lips, he lifted his hands up to your waist. He let them hover there for a while before he finally clasped down on your waist and started tickling you with fervor.

Your reaction whenever he did it is what he lived for. You let out a loud squeak and tumbled backward against Heizou’s chest. Unable to control your laughter you felt breathless and tears soon started pooling in your eyes begging him to stop the tireless onslaught on your midriff.

“Hei-Heizou… haha, st-stop it, please. I ca-can’t breathe… hahaha!”

“Hmmm, what did you say, sweetheart? I don’t think I can understand what you’re saying when you’re gasping like that.”

“St-Stop please.”, you shriek. While laughing tears you hopelessly wriggle in his arms. You were desperately trying to get away from his hands until he suddenly stopped and slung both of his arms tightly around you for an embrace. Pressing his face in the crook of your neck and placing a soft kiss there with a mischievous smile. You could feel it despite not actually seeing his facial expression.

“Why didn’t you say so immediately?”, he teased.

“I will make you pay for this later!”

DILUC

Loves being near you and wordlessly lets you know that he is there for you.

At the same time, he doesn’t want to overburden you with his physical touch so it will just be fleeting touches throughout the day.

May it be a short brush with his hand along your waist as he walks past you, grabbing your hand in passing for a little squeeze, or simply pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

He also regularly hooks his pinky finger into your belt loop when you’re in a crowded place with him. Just to make sure you’re staying near so that he can keep you safe.

Today had been an exceptionally busy day at the Dawn Winery. If not the busiest of the entire year for Diluc. The Windblume festival was coming up so he had to take care of all sorts of goods, trading, and setting up a stand at the festival plaza.

You barely got to see him at all throughout the day, but of course, you didn’t mind. You knew he had a lot of things to do. Yet despite that every time he saw you, he let his hand linger on your hip for a while as he passed by you, pressed a quick kiss to your lips before heading out again, or simply gave your hand a little squeeze.

Now it was nearing the end of the day as you finally heard the familiar clink of the door and steps down the hall that you would recognize any time of the day.

“I’m home!”, Diluc yelled.

You promptly rushed towards the foyer and down the stairs and basically jumped straight into his arms. He slung his arms around your shoulders and placed a kiss on the crown of your head with a fond smile. Archons, he hasn’t even been away for a day and his heart already yearned to be close to you.

“I’m glad you’re finally home.”, you cheered, burying your face in his coat. His familiar scent filled your nostrils and made you nuzzle deeper into his chest.

“I’m glad I am, too. I hope I didn’t bother you today by just giving you attention in passing.”, he mumbled with his lips still half-pressed against your forehead.

“Nonsense. I appreciate it more than you can think.”

XIAO

Keeps looking at you full of love every now and then throughout the day.

Grabs your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze every now and then as well.

A small fond smile forms on his lips and a sparkle appears in his eyes.

Whenever you catch him looking at you he always quickly averts his gaze and a blush starts to bloom across his cheeks.

Xiao and you sat together in silence, watching the sundown enwrap the surroundings of Liyue Harbor in a golden glow. He glanced over at you and watched how you basked in the setting sun with closed eyes and your signature smile painted on your lips. He once again found himself entranced by your beauty. He considered himself to be the luckiest man in the entire world to be able to enjoy such a sight.

Xiao smiled to himself while continuing to watch your sunkissed form beside him and he could feel his heart swell in his chest. He loved you like he never loved before and he wished he could be by your side like this forever.

Silently he scooted a little closer to you and carefully grabbed your hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze and diverted his attention back to the sunset to prevent you from seeing his flustered expression.

It’s a habit he had formed. No matter if it was because he sensed danger because he sensed you were unwell, or simply because he wanted to be close to you. His hands now naturally found their way to yours. Interlocking your fingers and squeezing them lightly. It was his way of telling you he would always be there for you.

CYNO

You’re the first one he wants to tell his newest jokes to.

Cyno frequently comes up to you to crack another one and it always ends in the same manner.

Nonetheless, it always fills you with an incredible amount of joy… despite how bad they usually are.

You have to admit, the funniest part about his jokes is his reaction to your response to them and not the actual joke. But to be fair, you think that’s the special charm that made you fall for him in the first place.

“A biologist, a chemist, and a statistician are out hunting.”, Cyno recited proudly. His signature smirk was plastered on his face that let you know that he was putting forward a new joke again. “The biologist shoots at a deer and misses 5 feet to the left. The chemist takes a shot and misses 5 feet to the right. The statistician yells, ‘We got 'em!’”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. The joke was so bad you didn’t even know how to respond and arguably, most people wouldn’t even understand it. 

He seemed to mistake your expression for not understanding the joke and began to explain it in lengthy detail.

“See this is funny because statisticians calculate averages and the average of minus five and plus five is zero and–”

“Cyno, stop! It’s already dead!”, you groaned with a giggle.

“No, actually the deer survived because that’s–”

“Honey…”, you interrupted with a half-sigh half-laugh. You walked up to him and put your palm on his chest. “I understood it the first time.”

“Oh.”

THOMA

Regularly leaves already way before you wake up in the morning due to his work obligations.

But despite that, he always makes sure to prepare some breakfast for you.

He knows you often dawdle around in the mornings and forget to eat - not on his watch though.

Whenever you wake up you can be sure he left a little note on the fridge 

He also always draws smiley faces or hearts on them. 

You shuffled from the bedroom to the kitchen. Slightly cranky you rubbed your eyes and yawned before you sat down at the table. 

Out of your peripheral, you spotted a yellow sticky note on the fridge that immediately brought a smile to your face. Thoma may already be at work but he always made sure you felt loved by him. And if you were honest, his little notes always made the start to your day a little easier and happier.

You got up from your chair and peeled the little note off the fridge to read it.

“Good Morning, Angel. There is a little surprise for you today. Love you xoxo.”

In anticipation, you opened the fridge and wondered what breakfast would greet you today. Porridge? Fruit salad? Or maybe… his signature fluffy pancakes? 

But as soon as you opened the fridge you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. There was nothing in there. Of course, you knew he didn’t have to make you breakfast but you always looked forward to it. 

You couldn’t help but pout and were just about to turn around to get ready for the day in instead when you felt a pair of familiar arms sling around your waist.

“Disappointed?”, Thoma said from behind you with a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Thoma? I thought you were at work.”, you uttered in surprise and turned around in his arms to hug him tightly.

“I got today off. Now then… pancakes?”

“Yes!”

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Heya! Would it be possible to request a short story with Aemond and a painfully shy lady? Like where he thinks that she hates him or that she doesn't care about him just because she cannot bring herself to speak to him and it kinda turns him on when he realizes that she has a huge crush on him? Thank you very much, you are the best (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Run From Me ~ Aemond x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: sensual themes

note: love this request! was fun to write, and I needed some softness!

Aemond had always known he was not destined to be the prince the poets wrote songs about. Since the taking of his eye, he was cursed with the knowledge that he would always feared, always shied away from by the women of the court. 

He knew it was true, he watched how Helaena’s ladies drew away from him, quickening their pace when passing him the halls. Averted their eyes from his face. Even though he had taken it upon himself to hide his ruined eye beneath a patch, they still seemed fearful of the dragon prince. 

If they shall treat me like a monster, a monster I shall become. 

You were the shyest of them all, visibly shaking in his presence. Helaena’s favorite lady, nearly attached at her hip always. Aemond would make polite conversation with his dear sister and you would cling to her skirts, drifting behind her like a silent shadow, cheeks flushed, eyes downcast. 

Aemond did not know what to make of you. The disgust you must feel for him was too painful to imagine. 

Though after a particularly frustrating moment with you, Aemond decided to seek comfort from his sister. 

“She ran from me,” he told her, sitting in front of the fireplace.

Helaena stopped her needlepoint; she had been working diligently on finishing the jade-colored scorpion per Jaehaera’s request. Her lovely brow knits together at her brother’s words.

“Whatever are you talking about?” she asks. 

“Your lady,” Aemond tells her, rubbing the scarred tissue below his eyepatch.

The incident Aemond refers to happened earlier in the day. He had nearly walked into you as you hurried in from the stables. 

Aemond fervently apologized, earning a small squeak from you as you hastily turned on your heel and fled in the opposite direction. 

“I do not understand what else I must do,” Aemond says, closing his eye.

Helaena purses her lips together tightly, a smile threatening to overtake her. Aemond opens his eye, looking at her. He frowns.

“What?” he asks.

“Oh Aemond,” she says, laughing slightly. 

“What is it?” he asks again, confused about what is laughable about this torment. 

“I should not be telling you this,” Helaena admits, “I have been sworn to secrecy.”

“But you shall tell me anyway because you are my sister,” Aemond says.

“I cannot.”

“I am your blood,” Aemond insists.

“Oh hush you dramatic fool,” she teases, causing Aemond to flush slightly at his elder sister’s scolding.

“Please, Hel,” Aemond begs, “I cannot stand it. This fear, this hatred-”

“She does not hate you, brother,” Helaena interrupts.

Aemond closes his mouth, then opens it again, his confusion is evident on his face.

“What do you mean?” he asks. 

“She is rather fond of you,” Helaena admits, “She thinks you are roguishly handsome.”

Aemond is at a loss for words. Never in his life did he think a lady, especially one so beautiful as yourself, would think him handsome.  

“You jest,” Aemond says, brushing off her words.

Helaena raises an eyebrow.

“Shall I go on?” Helaena asks.

Aemond waves a hand, encouraging her to continue, but attempting to remain composed. He can feel his heart beating wildly against his ribs. You think he is handsome. 

“She told me she cannot bear to look at you,” Helaena admits. 

For a moment, Aemond’s heart sinks, he feels his worst fears have come true. You are afraid. You are disgusted. 

“She finds your mouth too enticing,” Helaena continues, “Every time you speak of your studies she cannot focus on the words that you speak.”

Aemond feels a blush blooming on his cheeks. 

“The rest I shall not tell you - do not look at me like that! It is a discussion only ladies may have in the safety of one another,” Helaena insists.

“About my mouth?” he asks.

“About things, a sister should not be partial in hearing about her younger brother,” Helaena says, shivering slightly, “Though I do adore her so much, I allow her to voice her lustful thoughts.”

“Lustful?” Aemond asks, and Helaena slams her mouth shut, “Surely we are not talking about the same lady.”

How could you be lustful of him? Of anything? You appeared so painfully shy Aemond doubted you wished for marriage or love at all.

“Women hold many secrets within them,” Helaena says, being careful with her words, “You must understand, women have desires as men do. We are just taught to hide them. To not indulge in them beyond the privacy of our chambers.”

“And what does your lady indulge in, exactly?” Aemond asks, desperate to know. 

Helaena purses her lips.

“She is fond of literature,” she admits, “Literature that should not be read outside of one’s quarters.” 

Aemond stares back at Helaena. She sighs dramatically. 

“Men,” she murmurs, shaking her head, “Stories, Aemond, erotic stories.”

“May the Maiden protect my lovely granddaughter’s virtue, along with all the sweet doves that reside within the walls of the Red Keep and those beyond,” Alicent finishes her prayer, and you feel your cheeks flush. 

You wonder how virtuous Queen Alicent would think you were, had she known what you were up to. You hadn’t meant to read it, you’d told yourself you were done indulging in such filth, but as you were scouring the library the previous afternoon, the title caught your eye. 

A Cautionary Tale for Young Girls.

Surely, it was a book you should be reading. A tale of caution, and you were a young girl. Innocent enough, perhaps? So you brought the book to your chambers and began reading when you returned from supping with the royal family. 

You had stayed awake, eyes wide, until all the candles in your room had melted to small nubs. Even then, you brought yourself to the window, squinting at the pages in the moonlight. Reading all about Lady Coryanne Wylde and her debauchery. The text was intriguing and left a dull ache between your legs that even sleep could not calm. Only when your hands drifted below your silk nightgown, stroking the wet patch on your small clothes did you find any semblance of relief. 

Your palms were sweaty as you were dismissed from the Sept. You needed to return the book before it was found in your chambers. As you returned you plucked the text from its hiding place below your bed, sneaking toward the library. 

The great room appeared to be empty as you crept towards the shelves that lay toward the back of the room. Pushing past scrolls, you found the empty slot where the book had been taken by you. Another title caught your eye as you held the book in the air. Sins of the Flesh. Blush blooms on your cheeks as you contemplate repeating your own sin from the previous night. 

“What are you reading?” Aemond says, plucking the book with the effort of yanking a flower from its stem.

Panic surges through you. A small whimper escapes your lips as you trail behind him. 

“Aemond please give it back,” you beg, following him through the stacks.

It is the first time you’ve spoken to him, the first time he’s heard his name drip like honey from your lips. Aemond closes his eye at the sound of your small voice. He stops walking and you nearly collide with his back, before he turns to face you. 

You reach your hand up but he holds the book above his head, out of reach. Even standing on the tips of your toes does no good. 

“A young lady such as yourself should not be reading such debauchery,” Aemond chastises, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

Your cheeks burn, humiliation wrapping a fist around your throat as you desperately try to retrieve the book from his grasp. The hot feeling of shame curls in your stomach, and tears begin to form in your eyes, clouding your vision. 

“I was only looking,” you tell him, though the lie does not sound convincing. 

Aemond raises a brow at you. You’re shaking like a leaf, and you cast your eyes away from him. 

“It is alright, my lady,” he says, surprising you, “I myself am fond of literature.”

Your eyes flicker to his face. Aemond opens the book, picking a page. 

“Ah yes, here it is,” he says as if he’s found the page he wanted, “The tale of Coryanne Wylde should be read with caution, as it is known once a woman indulges in sin it is nearly impossible to recover.”

You stare at him, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged. Aemond glances up at you.

“Tell me, my lady, have you indulged in sinful behavior?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

It is hard to breathe, your voice feels caught in your throat as it often does when you are in his presence. 

“M-m-my prince?” you manage, while averting your gaze. 

You choose to focus on a spot on the floor in front of you, heart thumping like a rabbit’s foot. You’re sure you’re shaking by now, and force yourself to clasp your hands behind your back. You wet your lips, as Aemond brings his hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Have you indulged yourself?” he asks, voice a rough murmur. 

The way he looks at you makes your stomach flip, it’s almost too much to bear being under his eye this way. All his attention focused on you, those beautiful lips you’ve dreamt of, imagined doing such sinful acts to you. It’s too much. 

“I do not understand,” you whimper, as he caresses your cheek.

“Allow me to enlighten you, then,” Aemond purrs, before bringing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

Though you’re trembling against him he manages to wrap his hand around your waist, guiding you back against the bookshelves, deepening the kiss. You’re too nervous to move, you don’t want to ruin it, don’t want him to stop. Gods don’t let him stop. You’re holding your hands up in shock still, curled into fists near your head as he continues to kiss you. 

“Touch me,” he murmurs against your mouth, as his hand paws at your waist. 

You slowly lower your forearms to rest against his shoulders before succumbing to the desire to wrap your arms around his neck; fingers tangling in his silky, silver locks. His tongue darts through your lips, slipping into your mouth pulling forth a breathy moan. 

Aemond moves his lips away then, letting them dance along the line of your jaw, down to your neck. Kissing, nipping the tender flesh of your throat until you’re whimpering against him.

“Tell me,” he purrs, “Tell me what you want.”

Fire. There is fire coursing through your veins. Fire licking its way over your skin, flames consuming you whole. That’s what it feels like, what he feels like.

“Just you,” you sigh, as he connects your lips again. 

“Always you.”

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[abditorial]

PULLING UP TO THE PARTIES!

TRYING TO GET A LITTLE BIT TIPSY…

JJK characters when the reader comes home tipsy ♥︎

FT. Geto, Gojo, and Nanami

X GN!READER

WARNINGS: Alcohol, reader is drunk, pet names (like sweetheart, love, honey, etc.), Nanami’s is suggestive but no real NSFW, SOO much fluff!

SUGURU GETO ✧

The entire time your friends were dragging your ass home, you couldn’t help but think “I’m so screwed”. Suguru was just fine with letting you have a night out with your friends; He trusted them to take good care of you, and knew you weren’t just some child that had to be watched every minute. So when you told him about the plans he was very supportive and excited that you got to have a fun night with friends. However, his only concern was that you shouldn’t drink too much. And now here you are, drink… Because you drank too much. You broke the one rule he had set for you and now you were certain he would never let you go out again. In fact, you were bawling your eyes out as one of your friends helped you up the front steps and knocked on the door, muttering out some nonsense.

When Suguru answered? The tears grew stronger. Your friend was trying not to laugh as they quickly gave an apology, but before they could explain you were quick to jump in. “SUGU!” You wailed, leaping forward to wrap your arms around him and shove your tear-stained face into his pajama shirt. “I’m sorryyy….” The words were muffled, but coherent. Your boyfriend gave an awkward laugh and told your friends he could take care of it and they left, stifling their sober chuckles. Meanwhile, he dragged you into the house and sat you down on the sofa, standing before you while you sniffled and looked up at him with such sad, sad eyes. “You told me not to drink too much, and then I DID.” You burst out into tears again, hands trying to wipe them away but failing because it came out like a tsunami. “Please don’t leave me!”

“That’s what this is about?” He rolled his eyes playfully when you weren’t looking and kneeled down beside you, gently wiping your tears away. Again, you sniffled and looked at him with confusion. Plus those sad, sad eyes again. “I’m not upset, okay? I just said that so you wouldn’t drink until you were passed out on a club floor, because that’s a little bit scary I’m sure.” He stood up and suddenly walked away, though you could tell he was just in the next room over, your guys’ bedroom, because his voice could still be heard. “I’m glad you had fun with your friends, and I’m sorry for making you worry.” He came back out with a big blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders and over your head like a swaddle almost.

“Really?” You sniffled again, clutching the blanket to your chest.

“Really.” And now you were sobbing because you couldn’t believe how understanding your boyfriend was. Even if he was chuckling at how silly you were.

SATORU GOJO ✧

Satoru was not good with drunk people, apparently. You were usually the one babysitting him, making sure he doesn’t almost destroy the entire universe and all. But now the roles had swapped, and they had never done that before. Now, I admit, Satoru wasn’t very fond of the idea of you going out with friends to begin with, but it wasn’t because he was trying to control you or anything. It’s because he also wanted to go out and you said no because last time he tagged along you had to literally drag him home because he passed out. Ironic that he had to pick you up from the bar you were at and drive you home himself.

You were very clingy under the influence, giggling and laughing while holding onto his arm or his hand and always commenting on how strong he was. Obviously he entertained this idea, laughing an arrogant laugh and flexing for you which made you practically squeal. But now you were running around your guys’ house and getting into everything. Trying to cook yourself something, and then forgetting about it and almost burning your house down while you’re at it. He was chasing you only to quickly fix the messes you made. Good, maybe now he’ll understand how people feel about him…

When he finally catches up to you, Satoru pulls you into his arms while you giggle and squirm endlessly and covers your face in kisses. “You’re such a handful! Why can’t you just lay down with me and talk about how strong and cool I am?” He was pouting, and for some reason this made you laugh even more instead of playfully slap him and roll your eyes like you usually did. “What’s so funny?!” He relaxed his hold on you… But instead was now tickling your sides, making you burst out into even more laughter. “St- Haha, Stop!” You finally managed to get out, and when he did stop you looked up at him with big eyes and said, “Let’s watch a movie!”

So he got you all tucked into bed with a nice movie snack and got your favorite one started up, but as soon as he put one arm around your shoulder you fell asleep against his shoulder. Satoru sighed and just rested his head on top of yours. “They really made me do all that work, and for what?”

NANAMI KENTO ✧

Nanami didn’t really think much of it, to be honest. When you suggested the idea of going out with friends he didn’t hesitate to approve. All he wanted was that you text him every now and then and keep your ringer on for the sake of him knowing you were okay. He even made sure you knew he would be okay with picking you up if you got too tipsy to walk home yourself, so he wasn’t worried about that either. He just wanted you to have fun!

Except there was one thing he didn’t take into account, and it was that you were going to pounce on him when you got home. Your friends dropped you off in good condition, except that you were stumbling over both your words and your feet. He smiled and thanked them before helping you inside, one strong hand on your bicep to keep you steady. This really riled you up apparently, because you turned and clutched the collar of his shirt and yanked him down for a kiss. You were giggling in between every kiss, pulling away just to see how cute he looked with lipstick covering his own lips.

“Honey, I don’t-” “Shhhhh… Hehe.” You place a finger to his lips to shut him up, still giggling. You lean in for another kiss, hands trailing down his chest. This time he pulls away, and when you lean in for another kiss he puts his hands on your waist and pushes you back lightly, a very stern expression on his face that makes you pout. “Whaaaat?”

“You’re drunk, dear. I’d rather not do anything until you’re fully sober.” You whined, but didn’t try to push it any further for the moment. You dramatically stumbled over to the couch and fell face first into the cushions, wailing, though no tears fell. He sighed and followed you, sitting down at your feet and staring at your figure that was nearly crying now. “I promise it has nothing to do with you, I just don’t want you to wake up and regret anything.”

You lifted yourself up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him, eyebrows knitted together in a sad expression. “Do you promise I’m still sexy, though?”

He fell silent for a moment, because that was arguably the most unexpected question he had received. “I will always find you sexy, dear. Don’t worry.” All was well again when you smiled and leaned up against his arm, giggling again.

Recently I’ve been kind of obsessed with Geto. Apparently he canonically gets more girls than Gojo and I think that’s so real because who can possibly resist a long haired man… Both is good, though.

Threesome fic when?

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[eshayteaparty]

Security, Tranquillity

~Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

~Warning(s): swearing 

~Ship(s): Huskerdust (Husk x Angeldust)

Starring teen!reader 

~Word count: 1,830 (estimate)

Based off of this ask: parental huskerdust w a teen reader who has a knack for staying up late because of insomnia. Usually staying up with Husk and Angel whenever he gets back from work, you can do whatever with it. (creds to @maddiigascarrr) <33 

~In which no matter how hard you try, and how safe the hotel is, you just can’t sleep. Neither can your two ‘dads’, but they plan to help you to the best of their ability (because they want to drink themselves senseless and don’t want you around to see that). 

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To be in your youth was to be in your prime. To be energetic, fun-loving, innocent and easy to influence. Unfortunately, as you had been sent to hell for whatever reason while living out this time, there were a lot of opportunities you were missing out on. Like making friends at a school, where everybody was around your age. Despite the semi-normal life Charlie Moringstar strived to provide for you, down here you still lived in constant fear. At any moment, it felt as if you could be snatched up and taken off to Satan knows where, and not a sinner would notice. The terror of this concept brought on nightmares…which then brought on insomnia.

Every second night you would wake up screaming, or for no reason at ungodly hours, which frightened you into staying awake. You were somewhat of a universal treasure in terms of inside the hotel, so when your fellow residents took notice of this problem (and had it unwillingly wake them up time and time again), they started doing everything they could to fix it.

Charlie had been the first one to notice. She had gotten Lucifer to fashion you a plush toy duck that glowed softly in the dark. Though he had promised you it would ward off any ‘spookers’, as he had called your issues, it had ended up making a shadow in the corner of the room look an awful lot like a monster. Back to the drawing board.

After that, Alastor had commissioned Rosie to knit you a soft blanket, much to Charlie’s delight. True to his word, it was comfortable and warm, but the patterns on it weren’t the most….age-appropriate. To be fair, Alastor hadn’t given her much for the design. Another cross on the endless list of empty solutions. 

As you got used to hell and the people there, your problem got a little easier to stand. You were kept in good company- adults who were all at least semi-fond of you. And none of them really seemed murderous at all. Still, there was no telling what went on at night, and that was a heavy ‘what-if’, so you stayed up. 

Every. 

Single.

Night.

After your last few experiences with Husker and Angeldust you had decided they were your favourite sinners there. Angel was funny and sweet and pushed crude jokes aside when it came to you for the most part, and Husk had this underlying fatherly aura about him- even if he was a  crusty old bartender. So, when you found yourself unable to rest, as was your reality the majority of other times, you would go to the bar, sit up, and either listen to the duo’s banter or talk their respective ears off. This was one of those nights.

When Husker first saw you approaching the bar in your pyjamas with your hands fidgeting together, he wanted to turn you around and send you right back to bed. He didn’t mind your company, but a bar wasn’t a place for kids. Especially not at night. However, residents were still scarce around here. It wasn’t much of a problem, as long as you let him work.

He watches you sit up, his ears twitching slightly. He sniffs in acknowledgement. 

“More bad dreams, kiddo?”

You nod, rubbing your eyes and sniffling as you rest your elbows up on the countertop. Husker sighs softly, and rubs his paw through your hair, giving your head gentle scratches. “It’ll be okay. You’ll get over it eventually, I know it. You’re strong, little buddy.”

Beside you sits Angel, who is there just about as much as you. He rubs one of his hands over your shoulder, leaning in to lightly place his chin on your shoulder. “You’ll be okay, toots. I’ve seen ya gettin’ better.” he lifts his head back up. “Fuck, it just makes ya wish one of us was the sandman or some shit, huh? Or there were any normal sleep drugs down ‘ere. Wonder if the big boss could use sum’a his fancy ass magic to lull ya into….er…slumber.” Husker snorts.

“...mister Lucifer?” you confirm sleepily, and the bartender nods. 

“He made you that duck thingy, and…well…this entire fuck- I mean…this hotel. Surely he could knock you out if ya asked.”

You shake your head, carding your hands through your unruly hair and rubbing the dark circles under your eyes with your pinkies. “Don’t wanna. Don’t want his magic in my head.”

Husker chews his lip, then shrugs, turning back around to fix a drink for you- alcohol free, of course. “Whatever you say.”

Angel pets the space in-between your shoulder blades. He notices that each time your eyes start to flicker, you slam your little fist on the countertop and force yourself to stay conscious. Your head looks like it weighs a thousand pounds. It probably feels that way too.

“Hey.”

You turn to him, and he takes your chin in one of the hands on his lower pair of arms. “When was the last time ya actually got a full night’a sleep, bubs?”

“...” you rack your brain as best you can while sleep-deprived, and come up inevitably with nothing. You shake your head at him. “Can’t remember.”

Angel looks upset. He knows how it feels to be afraid to sleep at night from terrors lingering over him from the day.

“Still squeamish, huh?” you nod. “But…ya know that you are…safe. Here. don’t ya?” you nod again. “So what’s the problem?”

Husk pushes a little glass of juice towards you from the opposite side of the counter. He smiles slightly at you, hoping to reassure. “On the house.”  

Your attention is drawn back to Angeldust, and your fingers twitch and tremble as you try to find a way to summarise your reason.

“I-I-” you swallow, gripping a fistful of your pyjama shirt. “I’m scared. Of…here. This place. It’s hot, and red, and ....b-bloody…” your bottom lip starts to tremble against your will, and Angel pulls you into his lap, rubbing your biceps. “I w-wanna go home. Somebody’s gonna g-get me when I’m sleeping, I know it! I saw Radio eat those shark guys when Mimzy came!”

“Shh.” Angel cuddles you so much it feels like you’re being squished. Half of him has a mind expecting you to squeal like a dog toy. “S’okay, alright? You’ve gotta good gang here, y/n. You’ve got me, Whiskers, Charlie, mister Morningstar. I mean, hell! You’re under the protection of the head of this shitshow himself!” 

“But I c-can’t go to sleep!” your voice wavers, turning quiet and weak. You sound much younger than you are. “I can’t! I see all the demons in my dreams! They won’t go away!”

By now, Husk has walked around the bar to hug you along with Angel, wrapping up the three of you in a warm and furry embrace. As you start to cry, the two of them are right there with you, hearing you out on every word you utter from your chapped lips. You find you like cuddling up to them, even though they’re both furry enough to make a whole rug out of.

Once your sniffling has ceased enough for you to form a comprehensible sentence, Angel coaxes you into looking up at him again. “Are ya really havin’ trouble, dolly?”

You nod tearfully, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. You wish you'd stayed long enough on earth to outgrow this.

Angel glances at Husk, and smirks softly, then looks back at you, brushing away your hair from your damp cheeks. “Then come ta’ bed with us, okay? We’ll keep ya safe. I promise.”

You gasp, and your eyes fill with hope and relief. “R-really?” Husk carefully smothers you in his wings, bundling you up and taking you from Angel. 

“Uh-huh. Cmon, y/n. We can’t leave you like this. You’re out here every night, not even first in command has a solution.” He starts to walk with you in his arms, and Angel in tow, looking around the hotel in the dark. He never really goes to bed anymore, in favour of spending day and night at the bar and getting piss drunk every second night. He can clean up the rest of the dishes later. 

The two men both walk up the stairs with you, then down the hallway towards Angel’s bedroom. Angel pulls back the cover on his bed, dusting off the mattress protector. “Gotta make sure there’s no coke in the sheets…”

“Angel.”

“Sorry!” he makes a motion for Husk to tuck you in, and he does, laying you down with your head on the pillow. Angel’s bed smells like alcohol, and he seems to notice that you’re not a fan. He opens his drawer, and sifts through it, taking out a perfume. “This’ll make shit a lot better.”

As he’s about to aim it into the air, Husker gently but firmly grasps his wrist. “Don’t. Not that one.”

“Why not?! Don’t you love the smell of Hello Kitty?!”

He tries to take the perfume away, but Angel is holding it above his head. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ spray that, Legs! That shit is toxic!”

Angel presses the button on the perfume, letting Hello Kitty body spray into the air and making the room smell like cotton candy and chemicals. You hide your nose in Angel’s duvet.

“What?” Angel looks to the both of you, tossing up his upper pair of arms. “It’s fresh!” 

“Smells like a damn plastic carnival in here now.” Husk covers his nose, his whiskers twitching. “For fuck’s sake. The kid doesn’t even like it.” 

You start to giggle despite yourself, and Angel quickly follows suit, the both of you just on his bed laughing. Husker sighs softly, and reaches over Angel, carefully untying his bowtie. “Want the rest off?” Angel nods. Husk gets him to shrug off his blazer, and Angel replaces it with a light pink sleep shirt of his own. He brushes a hand through the fluff on his head, which always looks so soft.

“S’hot t’night, isn’t it, y/n? Still wanna cuddle?” he opens his arms, and to his mild surprise, you’re right there with him, Husk joining beside you after setting his outer accessories to the side. He curls his wings around you and Angel, flicking off the lava lamp beside the spider demon’s bed. They both look down at you.

“...if ya ever feel afraid, y/n…for anything…” Anthony runs his finger slowly under your chin, “that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared, ya know why? Cuz this’s a scary place. With scary people. But in every bad, cuore mio, there’s a good. And this hotel, this is the good.” 

Husk looks adoringly at Anthony, his flaxen eyes twinkling in the dark. After welcome gazing, he meets your own.

“We’re gonna be right here when you wake up, kid.” he says gruffly, petting your back as your eyelids grow heavier and your head slowly flops into Angel’s torso, marking him as your pillow for the night.

“Whenever that may be.”

For the first time in weeks…your mind was put to peace. With these two polar opposites, you had found a home. Whether it was to be temporary or everlasting, only time would tell. But you had tonight, and that was all that mattered.

To nobody's surprise but your own, you woke up unscathed.

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I hope this adds up, I kinda made it into a fear of sleeping rather than insomnia but the original ask plot is still there. I hope this was good xx thankyou for reading

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 11

It's time to go.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, some Angst, he's trying ok[Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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He’s checking your bags again. He’s done that twice now, and he knows that he’s going to need you to look through them at least once yourself because he just doesn’t trust himself to not forget anything.

But it’s getting a bit.. Urgent.

He really doesn’t want to text you like the lost dog he is right now to tell you to come home right now- but he kind of has to, if you’re not back in the next half an hour or so. Your flights are booked and he’s sure that you’ll have to at least go pee before leaving because he remembers that last time you both took a plane somewhere, you’d complained the entire time saying that the toilets in an airplane terrified you too much to use them.

You deserve to spend time with the girls, and he knows it’s his own fault for telling you so short notice about the trip. But right now, he needs to make a decision.

Your phone rings twice before you pick up, busy mall heard as background noise while his name falls from your lips much clearer for him to hear. "Hey- I.. I know it's only been like, what.. three hours? But uhm, I kind of have a flight booked for us that's leaving in two and-"

"Jungkook fuck, I'm so sorry!" You gasp out, clearly surprised over the time as well. "I didn't even tell them yet.." you say a bit quieter now, and he falls quiet for a moment before he sits on the edge of the bed between the bags.

He should just cancel it at this point. It's his own fault for not thinking clearly anyways, and it's obvious that you're not fond of telling the girls you're not going to accompany them on their weekend trip. He shouldn't take that away from you, and now anything he says could be guilt-tripping you into canceling just because he planned something instead. He wants you to have fun too- this is all for you, after all.

"Jungkook?" You ask, and he laughs a bit uneasy.

"Ah no it's fine, just.. don't come back too late, okay? Or come back late, I don't know.. but let me drive you home then, okay? Or I'll worry-" He rants, getting emotional again as he swallows hard.

Fuck. The stress he's put himself through really took a toll on him to make him so mentally weak right now.

"No, I'll tell them. You've worked top hard for this." You deny, before you speak again. "I'll come home asap. Can you pack my bag already?" You wonder, and he bites his lip. "Jungkook. I really wanna go on this trip with you, promise. I just got lost in time." You urge, well aware that he must be contemplating right now to be so quiet. "Okay?"

"...I already packed our things. Just.. wanted to have you look through it to make sure I didn't forget anything." Comes his voice through the speaker of your phone.

"Okay, nice, I'll do that when I'm home!" You chirp, unbeknownst to him already waving a cab towards you. Expensive, yeah- but the fastest way home nonetheless. "Hey kook?" You ask, and he hums a reply. "I love you." You say, and he relaxes at that, unable to prevent himself from smiling.

"I love you too."

While you're on your way home he checks his own bag one last time, present for you safely tucked away between his clothes and toiletries, before he zips it all shut, ready to go. He remembers the first trip you've ever been on together, years back- a cheap summer vacation your father had partially funded, where you had your first fight. It was horrible, nasty, really- but you'd overcome it, and in a way, you came home from that trip stronger than ever. In fact, you finally moved into this shared apartment together after that- one of the best decisions ever made, in his humble opinion.

You're hurrying through the front door, barely kicking off your shoes as you dash into the bedroom where your bag is still open and ready to be inspected. You kiss him hello on the cheek once before you search through it, breath slowly calming down a bit as you raise an eyebrow at the choice of underwear he'd packed. "What?" Is his sheepish answer. "They look great on you."

"Kook we both know you're just gonna rip them!" You whine, already dreading the rough actions the poor lace will have to endure if you do take them with you.

"Not if you can get rid of them fast enough." He wiggles his brows suggestively, while you roll your eyes. "Come on, last time you said it was hot when I ripped your-"

"Okay yeah, fine!" You complain, throwing them back into the bag before zipping it up. "Do you know where my passport is?" You wonder, and he smiles, holding both of yours up. "Damn, you really are prepared. Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?" You frown, crossing your arms while he leans forward to peck your lips.

"I'm still me." He purrs, before he takes the chance to slap your butt. "Now go pee, or you'll have to use the scary plane toilet!" He teases.

"They ARE scary!" You whine. "Imagine if you flushed and it sucked out your balls or something! I can't believe you're terrified of microwaves but not of something potentially snatching your jewels-!" You rant in complaint while rushing into the bathroom to do just as he said, well aware that he's right. It's just that you at least need to prove some sort of point here, so his ego doesn't inflate too much.

And as you both rush into the car to make your way to the airport, it's clear that he's both excited, and nervous. About what, you're not sure, but you also don't question it much further.

Because Jungkook's surprises tend to be those things you can't really foresee anyways, no matter how hard you try.

And you wonder what he's got hidden in his sleeve this time.

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[yandere-sins]

Hello! Im fairly new to COD and I have really enjoyed your works so far. Was curious if you could share headcanons on a darling being shared between Ghost and Soap? Like maybe their darling is the new fresh faced rookie to their task force that they taken a real shine to, and are perhaps just a little too fond of them

I gotcha! Thank you for your request ♥

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♡ It all starts with an awful habit of these two: staring. Constantly. Annoyingly. Even when you are on a mission, you can feel their eyes drilling into your back, burning their mark into your skin and bones with their gaze. Ghost is, well, a ghost. You never catch him looking at you, but you feel his eyes and his breath down your neck even when you're in the field. No one is behind you, but your enemies fall before they can get close enough to shoot you. When you ask him not to coddle you as much, you see his mask scrunch up a little around his lips like a smirk. Soap isn't as subtle. He looks and gets stuck on a part of you, one at a time. Your lips, your hands, the crook of your neck when you wear a shirt with a neckline. Soap merely locks onto the spot, his gaze like a dagger dragging over your flesh, intrusive and possessive. Still, even if called out, he only laughs it off, saying he was in thoughts before finding another place on your body to fantasize about.

♡ They are quite infuriating, but as your captain and lieutenant, who are you to go against them? They might be odd, but they must have seen more gruesome things that messed up minds than you did in your life, so it might be understandable their behavior isn't always top-notch. Then again, things become weirder when you notice their presence being everywhere you go. For some reason, their quarters have been arranged on either side of yours. They stroll into the community rooms just moments after you. And as you stand in the shower, scrubbing off the dirt from the day, you suddenly hear Soap ask to borrow your body wash from the next cubicle, passing the bottle forward to Ghost by throwing it over your head. There's an increasingly worrisome proximity between the three of you that has you looking over your shoulder for not only enemies but allies as well.

♡ It has its perks, too. Not everything is just bad. You always get to do missions with either of them, being able to watch and follow the command of someone who knows what they are doing. There's no question that if they say jump, you jump, and it's good to know you have someone reliable to cover your back. And the compliments, oh boy. You watch how they treat the others, the usual jokes and digs at each other, but to you, they seem warmer. Tell you when you did a good job, invite you to train with them and help you improve. They even let you win sometimes (and you know they lose on purpose, but it does feel really good to slam them to the ground). Ghost purrs his "Well done, Rookie" and "Nice shot" into your ear, goosebumps distracting your aim, which he so likes to correct with his body pressed against yours. And Soap always greets you cheerily, telling you how good the mission was thanks to you and how he loves working with you. He puts his arm around you while telling everyone how great you were, and when the harder times hit, he's there as your captain to console you and help you get through it however you need.

♡ But then there are other times... like the ones when you think you're still dreaming a bizarre dream, opening your eyes to find them standing next to your bed, watching you silently, staring. You ask them what's wrong, but Soap hushes you, gently stroking your head until you fall asleep, Ghost grumbling next to you as if he disapproves of the closeness between you two. They're still working on sorting out this relationship by the time they show concerning amounts of possessiveness over you and aggression to everyone that gets close to you. Soap won't let anyone belittle you, not even as a joke. He's also pulling you from field operations, much to your chagrin. All while Ghost becomes your shadow, on minor missions as well as the base. He's too good to be stuck with your rookie tasks, but he comes along regardless. Soap also does, but while Ghost towers behind you on every step you make, Soap carves the way you're allowed to walk, parting the crowds of other people like your friends and teammates and isolating you.

♡ It's not a comfortable way of living and doing your job anymore. As much as you don't want to leave the trust and companionship you already built, you realize you don't have the future you want with those two around. You don't even tell them you applied for a transfer. They learn it through the grapevine. For a few days, those two just angrily scowl when you meet them around the base (or, in Ghost's case, hit you with a contempt stare). But even these weird days pass, and on your last day, with your bags packed, you visit them to at least say goodbye and thank them for all they taught you. To your surprise, you find them in some storeroom together and feel bad for interrupting their conversation. But their eyes snap to you the moment you step inside, so you try to make it quick and less awkward. As a last attempt of reconciliation, you shake their hands, first Soap's, then Ghost's. However, as you try to move away, Ghost grabs you by the wrist, and it's nothing like your little training quarrels. It's bone-crushing, painful, and impossible to wring yourself out of. You never had a real chance against them, and you knew it, but the way they acted made you believe they were good people deep down in their mad minds. Oh, how wrong you were... As Soap steps up behind you, pressing a cloth to your face with a putrid smell, the last thing you hear is, "Can't let you leave us like this, Darlin'," before you pass out, strong arms wrapping around you as they carry you off to a container they have prepared for you. Somewhere you won't be easily found until it is way too late to return to your normal life.

#ghost #soap #yandere ghost #yandere soap #yandere!ghost #yandere!soap #ghost cod #soap cod #cod #call of duty #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere!cod #yandere!call of duty #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[byeoltoyuki]

hii could you please write a lee know x reader parenting series where they are like married and have a one month old baby 😭 my mind goes crazy everytime i think about minho as a dad

Hello sweet anon! A serie would be a big thing and even if I love the idea, I sadly don't have enough time to write it since I have already so much on my wiplist ;_; Now that being said, I still wrote a small drabble because I also live for dad Minho. I changed the age to six months, it was easier for me this way :). Hopefully you'll like it ♥

genre: established relationship / fluff overload /

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“No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Minho read out loud, Minji nicely placed on his laps. He didn’t think it could possibly calm his six months old baby, she was too young, and yet it was doing a rather good job. She stopped crying the moment he started reading, doing his best to put as many emotions as he could into his voice. He tried to adapt along with the characters he played. And Minji? She seemed to love that as she giggled loudly every time his voice changed.

So he kept reading, stopping from time to time just so he could kiss the crown of Minji’s head.

“This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?” “No” said the man “There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.”

Minho had to stop the urge to close the book. Fairy tales were not his cup of tea, especially those with princesses that needed to be saved. Clearly, Cinderella wasn’t a princess but definitely one young, lovely woman that needed some serious saving. He wasn’t fond of that. Yet, for the sake of his own daughter’s entertainment, he kept reading.

“That is the true bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were terrified and became pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with her.

“Nope.” Minho closed the book and pushed it away from him. “I can’t. That some serious bull-“ he stopped right on time before the curse left his lips. He scooped Minji in his arms and looked fondly at her. “You, my sweet, little angel, don’t need a man.” And with that he peppered her face with kisses until she squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

Minho was enjoying his sweet father-daughter moment, he failed to notice that you were finally back from your first, little girls’ night. At least, until he heard your sweet chuckle.

“I thought you said you’ll never, ever, read her bed time stories, hm?” You teased, knowing how much those stories repulsed him. The day he saw you buying those books, he was read to set them on fire. And yet, look at him now.

For the sake of pettiness, he ignored your comment and instead gave his full attention to Minji. “You’re gonna be a strong, independent and lovely woman.” Minho told her softly before his eyes found yours, he just couldn’t help it. “Just like your mom. You won’t need a man to be happy.”

Of course, he would say something like that, you thought. You were used to him being all snarky and teasing, sometimes looking and sounding cold and yet he had the biggest and softest heart you had ever met.

With a big smile plastered on your face, you got closer to the bed. You kissed Minji’s head before pecking Minho’s lips. “Cute. But should I remind you that this,” You pointed at yourself,” Incredible, beautiful, strong and absolutely hilarious wife of yours still needed a man like you to make her life perfect, hm?”  

Minho considered your words for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between you and your baby. “True. But she’s not allowed to date. That’s it.” No man could be enough, could be good enough for his little girl. Not in this world.

“Minho!” You groaned. You should have known the day you found out you were expecting a girl that Minho would be, from time to time, an overprotective dad.

“What?” He feigned innocence.

“You know you can’t shield her forever, right?”

“Fine. She can date.” He agreed, “But only once I’m dead and buried.”

Yeah, it was too good to be true, you told yourself. You smiled nevertheless. “And then you’ll come and haunt the poor man?”

Minho’s grin turned pure evil. Of course, you saw right through him after years of knowing each other. With Minji, still in his arms, he stood up from the bed and brought her back to her cradle. He kissed her head and straightened back to look at you. “Exactly.”

You laughed at his words, at his confidence and fierceness. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against his back. He felt warm and like home. “You’re impossible.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Take that back, lady!” He turned to face you, hands on his hips, he feigned annoyance but the glint in his eyes told you another story. “Take that back or else,”

“Or what?” You dared him, knowing damn well you were in troubled waters.

Before you could do some more provoking, Minho grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal in return.

“Minho!”

But he only laughed and slapped your ass for good measure. “Let me show you.”

#stray kids #lee know #minho #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fic #lee know x reader

[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love (5)

Hi guys!

This is another part from my Luna's serie, One Love. It's from some request of some of them, please don't hesitate to ask me if you want something :)

Please enjoy ♥

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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“Are you writing to Lucy again?!”

Laia’s voice makes Ona almost jump, not expecting her best friend to be as close as she is right now. In fact, she’s sitting in the armchair next to Ona.

“What the hell Laia” Ona grumbles, not answering her question.

Because of course she was. Can anyone blame her? When she’s at home, she has her girlfriend next to her almost every second of the day. Now they are apart for more than ten days and it feels like hell.

“Of course she is” Salma grins, sitting on the other side of Ona.

Ona rolls her eyes, answering to Lucy’s text anyway, making the two other girls smile at each other. They both love Ona, they are actually very fond of seeing her friend as happy as Ona seems to be.

“And you just see how much she is writing to her. You don’t have her looking at Lucy with her heart eyes all day” Salma add.

She’s still smirking, laughing when Ona raises on her a dirty glare.

“I don’t have heart eyes for her all day.”

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute. I’m sure Lucy thinks the same thing.”

Ona hit Salma’s shoulder this time. She wanted to go for her head, but the striker change wisely her position to be as far as Ona as possible.

“Don’t be like that, Onita. You know that we are actually very happy for you.”

Ona rolls her eyes one more time, unable to hide her smile. She is happy, she even said it in one interview the other day. She doesn’t like to talk about her private life and she didn’t gave any indication about her love for Lucy, but she still said that she is happy. Ona knows that Lucy had read the interview.

“I am happy” Ona mumbles, laying on Laia shoulder while sticking out her thong to Salma.

The younger woman snorts at Ona.

“You never fight?” Laia asks with curiosity.

Ona shakes her head honestly. She knows that only a few people would believe her, after all Lucy and her have both a strong head. But they decided very soon in her relationship to favor discussions.

“That’s true” says Salma. “I’ve never heard one of them talking bad at the other.”

“We only had one fight to be honest.” Ona says thoughtfully.

“What was it about?”

********

Ona doesn’t know how this fight has started, to be honest. They were at the game this afternoon, they won and even if Lucy received a yellow card, it was a good game. After the fans’ meeting and the shower, they went home. Ona was hopping to eat some sushi, cuddle with her girlfriend and their dogs before falling asleep in front of a movie they will take forever to choose.

But it seems like everything went wrong. Lucy was kind of moody when they left the stadium and even if Ona asked her several times what was happening, she only had the answer “I’m fine.”. But Lucy wasn’t, she kept looking right in front of her while driving, not even looking one time at her girlfriend.

The small talk that Ona tried to make wasn’t working either. She just putted some music on and kept looking by the window. Unlike she usually did, Lucy doesn’t open her the car door and even if Ona was saying at first that she can do it herself, she started liking when Lucy does it.

When Lucy plops on her sofa without looking at her, scrolling on her phone with a tightened jaw, it was too much for Ona. She hates fighting, she always tries to find a way to make things better for everyone without having a beef. But right now, it’s too much.

“Lucy?”

No answer.

“Lucy!”

Still no answer. And Ona takes a big breath before walking in her direction to snatch her phone from her hand.

“Can you at least answer me?!”

“Give me my phone back.”

Lucy’s tone is cold, and Ona hates it. But she stands her ground, hiding the phone behind her back. Of course, she knew that Lucy would get mad. But a least she maybe will tell her what the hell is happening.

“No. Talk to me, what’s happening?”

“Nothing Ona, for God’s sake! Give me my phone back!”

The English woman raise her voice and Ona flinch while the dogs hurry to leave the living room. Lucy doesn’t mean to snap at her girlfriend who only seems to want to make things better. But she’s stubborn, hate to talk about her feelings and she’s tired. And mad, but Ona still doesn’t know why.

“Stop acting like a moody teenager Lucy, talk to me please.”

But Lucy thought that it was too late. The fight has already started, Ona is already pissed and herself is already boiling inside. So, she gets up from the couch, passing next to her girlfriend to go to the kitchen.

“You know what? Go to hell.” she mumbles.

In a typical teenage fashion. Feeling that her composure is starting to break, Ona closes her eyes for some seconds and takes a big, silenced breath.

“I don’t understand what is happening, Luce.”

“Why don’t you go ask your best friend? Or is she already gone back to San Sebastian?”

The answer came but it’s nothing that Ona was thinking about. She needs some more seconds, but this time it was to figure out what it was about.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Her best friend is Laia Aleixandri who is definitively at Manchester right now. So, there is no way that Lucy is talking about her and why the hell would Laia makes in their relationship problems? Her and Lucy went along great.

“Oh please.” Lucy is in the kitchen, looking at her through the opening of the door and she raises her voice again. “Don’t tell me it was nothing, I saw the way you hug each other. Everyone else saw it.”

Ona is so surprised that she wants to laugh. Thanks god, her rational part tells her that it’s maybe not the right thing to do.

“She’s a friend. We played together at la Misa when we were younger.”

Lucy snorts and answer something like “Yeah sure” and that makes Ona gone mad too. She knows that her girlfriend is mad, but her cockiness starts to get on her nerves. Especially when the English woman doesn’t make any move to try to make things better between them.

It was this time Ona’s turn to shout.

“Who do you think I am exactly? It was a damn hug Lucy, not a making out session!”

Lucy bites her tongue hard to not answer at that. She knows that otherwise; she will answer things that she doesn’t think and that she will hurt Ona. And even if she’s mad about that girl, the yellow card and almost everything, she doesn’t want to hurt the younger girl.

But Lucy’s silence wasn’t helping, and Ona assumes what everyone would assume.

“Glad to learn how you think about me.”

She was cold too, now hurt. She feels her tears coming and there is no way that Lucy sees her like this. Ona hates being angry because she always ends crying and losing all her credits. So she goes to the bathroom, slamming the door for good measure.

“Shit” sights Lucy, pinching her nose.

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During the next hour, there is almost no sound in the flat. Ona stayed in the bathroom and then in the bedroom. She regrets her choice, because everything smells like Lucy and remember her their fight. This is their first real fight, they had misunderstood or disagreements, but never that way.

She cried a little (a lot) and after that she used some cold water to make her face a little less red and puffy. After that she was hopping to be able to have some cuddles with her dog, but Coco is nowhere to be found. She frowns when she calls him one time and a second without him coming running like crazy.

She hesitates to go find him, but after twenty minutes, she stands slowly from the bed. When she’s lying on it, he will run to her to cuddle with her. They make the dogs sleep in the living room so every second stolen with one of them on the bed is precious to him.

“Coco?” she calls again at the door of the room.

She waits and listen to any sound indicating the dog’s arrival, but still nothing. At first Ona thinks that he might be angry at her too and she almost cry again. But she thinks better and goes discreetly to the living room. She perks in the room carefully, not wanting for Lucy to see her. Narla is curling against her Mama’s tight, but there is no sight of Coco.

So she goes to the bathroom, to the entry, to the guest room and the kitchen. But still no Coco. And Ona starts to get really worried. Her last chance is the balcony, but she has to cross the living room to go to it. Sighing, she decided to ignore Lucy’s presence, still very mad at her. And hurt, too maybe. Anyway, she really doesn’t want to talk to her right now.

She feels Lucy gaze following her when she crosses the room but doesn’t look at her. Coco isn’t on the balcony and Ona isn’t far for a break down. She sniffs while closing the balcony’s door and that’s what alert Lucy.

“What are you looking for?”

Lucy’s voice returned to her normal tone and Ona takes a shacky breath before answering.

“I can’t find Coco” she mumbles without looking at her.

“What do you mean you can’t find Coco?” Lucy frowns.

“I can’t find Coco Lucy, what don’t you understand?” she shouts, losing it and turning to Lucy. “What do you want me to say? I enjoy touching other women in public and I’m not even able to take care the dog you offered me.”

Lucy has never seen Ona like this. Her red and puffy eyes are full of tears, some of them running freely on her cheeks. She’s shouting again, and Lucy feels her heart crack. She stands from the couch, Narla looking at them from it.

Coco is a gift from Lucy to Ona, that’s right. She gave him to Ona for their ten month’s anniversary  but it was honestly only a pretext. Ona had always told her how much she missed the dog she had when she was younger and that she never took another one because she wasn’t at home enough. And at Manchester it wouldn’t have made any sense because she was looking to come back to Barcelona soon.

“He can’t be far away.” she says, making Ona shrugs.

Lucy’s voice is soft now, she fully regrets the fight they had sooner, her behavior and the way she talked to Ona. She doesn’t know how the Spaniard would react to a physical touch from her, but she decides to try anyway. Fingers crossed, she softly takes Ona by the hand before taking her against her to hug her. She breaths again when Ona immediately cuddles against her, hiding her face in her neck.

“Come on. I’ll help you to look at him ok?”

The younger girl nod and follows Lucy in the same rooms that she was before. They finish by the bedroom, but Lucy has to admit that the dog isn’t here too.

“I’ll go take the biscuits” Ona mumbles.

Coco’s weakness. If the dog is in the flat, he will come running. Lucy sighs and sits on the bed, looking at the tissues Ona used to dry her tears with culpability. That’s when she hears a little sound, coming from under the bed. Frowning, she gets up from it to lay down on the floor and looking under the bed. She’s now facing Coco eyes, looking at her.

“Ona? He’s here”

Two seconds later, Ona is in the bedroom with the biscuits’ packet in her hand. With precaution she makes Coco get out from under the bed, before hugging him tight in her arms, her nose in his hairs.

“Why where you hiding here?” she whispers while to dog is licking at her hands.

He licks her face too, making her grimacing. Ona hates when he does it, but he loves it. Lucy can only smile in front of Ona’s face and the way Coco looks at the biscuits with interest. Ona gives him one and Coco takes it before leaving for the living room, leaving the two women alone.

Ona’s small smile fades and she gets up to follow her dog, but Lucy catches her hand before.

“Ona, wait please” the English woman says. “I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I was jealous, and stupid and I wasn’t thinking straight. Can you please forgive me?”

Ona rubs her eyes before sighing softy. She’s exhausted to be honest, there was a little too many emotions to deal with for only one night.

“Why in the world would I go for someone else in front of you?”

“I was jealous Ona, that’s all. It was stupid of myself. I’m really sorry.”

“But I don’t understand. We are together almost every second of the day and you know that it’s a torture when we are apart. Why are you jealous? I’m yours, no one else.”

Lucy sighs and sits on the bed, not really fond of the idea of having this discussion now, but she can’t escape it. Not when she had that kind of behavior, not answering wouldn’t be fair to Ona.

“I don’t know. She has your age, doesn’t have constant surgery to fix her knee and she will be playing as long as you. The life we have now won’t last forever, but it would be longer if I was younger.”

Frowning, Ona sits on the bed next to Lucy.

“I know it won’t last forever, but we will have other things to live together after that. I don’t care about your age Lucy, I never had. And I never will. I fell in love with Lucia, not Lucy Bronze the amazing football player.”

Lucy rolls her eyes with a smirk, but Ona’s answer is good to hear. Ona could literally have any other girl if she wanted to, it sometimes doesn’t make sense for the English woman that she chooses to stay with her.

“You didn’t answer me before…”

“About what?” Ona asks, tilting her head.

“Can you forgive me?”

She’s biting her bottom lip, looking at Ona with her eyes full of sincerity and somehow a little of fear? Ona isn’t sure but she only needs to look at her girlfriend for some seconds before answering.

“I forgive you. But you have to talk to me when something isn’t right, Love. I don’t want to fight like this again.”

“I promise” Lucy answers, reaching for her girlfriend.

Ona lean in and Lucy envelops her immediately with her arm. Closing her eyes, she breaths Ona’s sent before hiding her face in the younger one’s hair.

“I’m sorry I made you cry” Lucy mumble against Ona’s hair.

Ona hums softly, before looking up at her.

“Kiss me better?”

Lucy laughs, not regretting slightly having learned this expression to Ona in the beginning of their relationship. Ona knows when using it very well. The dark-haired woman kiss Ona’s lips softly several times, keeping her tight against her. She kisses her face soon after, very part of it, punctuating her kisses with “I love you”.

Some minutes after, she has a giggling Ona in her arms, and she feels her heart melt. Ona is her miracle, coming in her life when she felt like everything was falling apart. Ona flipped her world upside down, but everything makes sense since Her. She can’t lose her.

********

“Even your fights are cute. I’ve never felt so single in my life” Salma sighs, making the two others girl laughs.

A notification from her phone makes Ona’s hand vibrate and the Catalan girl looks at it. It’s a notification from Instagram, Lucy apparently just posted a picture.

“Holy fuck” Ona mumbles while looking at it.

Lucy, looking straight to the camera, her hair down and arm in full display. She knows very well what she’s doing, Ona mentioning yesterday night during their phone call how she’s still destabilized sometimes when Lucy looks at her so intensely. Without thinking, she likes the pictures and received a teasing text from Lucy almost right after.

“Such a tease” Ona mumbles to herself, before looking at her friends again. “Can I have your opinion about something?”

********

Lucy is taking her breakfast, like almost always with her headphones and her music on. Some girls say she is asocial, but she needs that to be in a good shape for the rest of the day. She was sipping at her coffee when she received a notification from Ona.

And she spits her coffee.

“What the hell mate?”

She raises her face on Lauren James in front of her, without answering anything and looks back at her phone. She doesn’t hear LJ groans something about being aggressive soon in the morning, only focused on Ona’s message. Or picture, she just sent her.

A mirror selfie isn’t something rare for Ona, but a mirror selfie with almost nothing on her, it’s like a first.

From Lucy What the hell You’re killing me

From Ona Just thought it would be fair to thanks you for you picture yesterday. Too bad it wasn’t only for me though.

Lucy answered something after that, but she doesn’t take her chance to answer her for now. It’s hard to say which one of the two really started this war, but it has been a ping pong of photos and video, by messages or Instagram sometimes. The fans don’t seem to understand what was really happening, but Lucy and Ona did. And they can say that they have fun.

Several days later, Lucy is waiting for Ona in their house. They came back from the camp, Lucy being earlier even if she was literally in another country. They have to take back their dogs from Ona’s parents, but they will go tomorrow. Right now, honestly, Lucy doesn’t want anything but cuddle with her girlfriend.

Ona arrives at the end of the afternoon, looking a little tired but the smile she puts on her face when she spots Lucy waiting for her in the entrance is beautiful. She lets her bags fall on the floor, raise her hand to put them around Lucy’s neck when she comes for her and let her hugs her. And make her levitate a little, making her giggle.

“I missed your laugh” Lucy smile against her neck, hugging her even harder. “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too” Ona mumble back.

Then Lucy puts her back on the ground and kisses her right on the lips, several time, before Ona tightens her hold around her neck to keep her against her. Lucy smiles against her lips but let her, letting herself enjoying their reunion.

“It’s great to have you in front of me for real and not in a teasing picture” Lucy smirks, some minutes later, when they are cuddling on their sofa.

“It was your fault. You started it” Ona rolls her eyes.

“Me?! I haven’t done anything! You started with your almost naked picture.”

Ona snorts and raise her eyebrow, making Lucy laughs slightly. But she doesn’t want to abdicate so soon, so she shrugs.

“What?”

“I know what. You posted that amazing picture of yourself the day before that.”

“It was just a casual picture. Not my fault if you fancy me as much.”

The sassy comment makes Ona try to hit her, but Lucy is faster and grabs her hands. With it, she takes Ona closer to her, smirking again.

“I love that you fancy me, though.”

She tries to kiss her, but Ona turns her face to make her lips kiss her cheeks instead.

“Ona” Lucy frowns.

But it was Ona’s turn to be sassy, turning her head at the last moment when Lucy try to kiss her again and again.

“Come on, just kiss me” she whines at her fourth attempt.

“Who’s the one fancying the other now?” Ona smirks.

Lucy sighs excessively, knowing that she won’t have the last word this time. Rolling her eyes, she pouts while talking.

“Ok I fancy you too. And maybe I posted this picture to tease you. May I have my kiss now?”

“Yes, you can.”

Ona laughs, making Lucy smiles, before she leans in to kiss her. Lucy is right, after all the teasing and the being away thing, being together again is the best feeling ever.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #luna

[blackcoffeeofmelancholy]

pumpkin carving date with mammon

words: 1192

warnings: none

request for @yourboyhack who asked for a pumpkin carving date with Mammon.

notes: The brain fog has been relentless, so I wrote something short and sweet. I wanted to finish this before December, but at least it's not winter yet! I deviated from the original request a bit; I still hope it's to your liking.

As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

With Lucifer’s and Diavolo’s permission, you plan a date to the human world with Mammon. You put a lot of thought into it, equally excited and nervous. He agrees to accompany you, blushing furiously despite his best efforts to maintain his cool. Of course, the human wants a day alone with the Great Mammon, and—luckily for you—he is free every day this week, never mind the fact he would drop everything in an instant if you asked. You can tell he is as excited as you are, counting down the days until your date, and trying but failing to spoil the surprise; no matter how hard he begs, you keep your mouth shut. 

The big day arrives, and your worries dissipate along with it. Mammon is over the moon. His eyes glitter with excitement, and he smiles widely; the Avatar of Greed was practically bursting with joy before you walked out the door that afternoon. No matter where you go, the two of you always make plenty of happy memories, and you keep them close to your heart—today is no exception. Last night you fretted over whether he would like what you had planned, tossing and turning in bed as you imagined his face falling in disappointment. However, your mind is put at ease when he hugs you tightly in thanks. He quickly pulls away, his expression bashful as he shoves his hands into his pockets. You take a mental snapshot, savoring the moment. 

This isn’t your first date—far from it—though it’s not every day you’re able to spend time alone with your first man, especially not in the human world. Halloween is around the corner so a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order. Unlike the Devildom, the pumpkins aren’t a threat to your life, and here, you can feel the warmth of the sunlight on your skin and appreciate the sound of the leaves crunching underfoot. The air is crisp, and you take in the familiar sights and sounds that come with the season. As much as you love the Devildom there are times you miss this, and you want to share it with him. 

There are a lot of smiles and laughter shared between you as you search for the perfect pumpkin. He is adamant about finding the best pumpkin in the patch, scouring the rows, and appraising each one with a keen eye. It doesn’t take you long to find your own pumpkin, in fact, it’s love at first sight. Mammon, on the other hand, takes his time. You snap plenty of photos of him, your expression fond as he hunts down a pumpkin worthy of the Great Mammon himself. A caw comes from the opposite direction, and his eyes sparkle as if a pile of grimm has appeared before him. The pumpkin looks like a pile of grimm, more yellow than orange, and gleaming in the warm autumn sunlight. A crow bounces atop it, and Mammon gives them a piece of grimm in thanks. The pumpkin is, henceforth, dubbed Treasure . . . until you point out that’s what he calls you. 

The corn maze catches your attention, and Mammon reluctantly agrees to participate. From the outside, the corn maze looks rather intimidating, but you enjoy yourselves as you get lost amongst the stalks of corn. Hot apple cider and doughnuts are sold nearby, and you purchase a couple before venturing into the maze. There are many twists and turns, and you take them in stride, happily drinking and eating while you chat with one another; a moment of peace and quiet where you can truly enjoy one another’s presence. The maze may be long and challenging, though it only makes for more happy memories, your laughter echoing down the winding passages. At one point, he shyly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you lean in, snaking your own around his waist. The sun is beginning to set when you reach the end; however, the day isn’t over yet. 

The last rays of sunshine dip below the horizon as you climb onto the wagon, taking a seat on a bale of hay; you can’t leave before taking a hayride. The tractor whirs to life and leads you on a sightseeing adventure through the farm. You marvel at how the colors of the sunset seem to set the trees aflame. Slowly, darkness settles over everything, the corn casting long shadows across the ground, and the temperature drops, your breath fanning out in front of you. Your goosebumps don’t go unnoticed by Mammon, who wraps his jacket around your shoulders, your heart fluttering under his gentle gaze. Resting your head on his shoulder, you look up at him, and the world falls away and all you know is him. 

The second you set foot in the House of Lamentation, you gift the brothers the pumpkins you picked out for them before you left; their faces light up, even more so when you present them with fresh pumpkin and apple doughnuts to share. While they’re preoccupied, you and Mammon sneak off to your room. The table is large enough to carve your pumpkins on, and you don’t waste time bringing your ideas to life—human world Halloween specials play in the background, setting the mood. Glancing over at your first man, you chuckle to yourself as you wipe the stray pumpkin seed stuck to his cheek. He tenses beneath your touch, his blush deepening, and there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It’s not there long, replaced by complete and utter joy as you lean in to kiss him. 

Placing your freshly carved pumpkins on the porch, you watch as Mammon lights the candles, their flames illuminating the darkness. He joins you in the yard, mist whirling around his ankles, and reaches for your hand. Your fingers find one another, lacing together on instinct, and his grin mirrors your own. Somehow your pumpkins complement each other; it wasn’t planned, it just was, and maybe it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it did. Eventually, the brothers set their pumpkins beside yours, the steps of the House of Lamentation the brightest and coziest in the Devildom. Not even you can resist taking a couple of photos for your Devilgram, wishing to relive this moment over and over and over again. 

Hours later you’re in bed with Mammon beside you. Your head is on his chest, your arms around him and his arms around you, and as silly as it sounds, you consider yourself blessed to be here right now. The silly but comforting Halloween specials you watched religiously every year as a child continue to play on your tv, though you’re no longer paying attention. He pulls you closer and kisses you, and it’s sweeter than any candy, warming you from head to toe. Smiling at him, you cup his face in your hands, and kiss him again, wondering if he feels how fast your heart beats for him—a sugar high you never wish to come down from—and he indulges you, giving you the best treat anyone could ever ask for. 

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x mc #reader insert #noelle writes

[serenhoshi]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Got a request for Mingyu! I see that y’all really like this series since I got many many requests for the other members, I’ll write them as fast as I can! Thank you for the support! ♥

sO

Mingyu overall kinda seems like a flirt

he is very confident with his looks, and knows how to make people’s hearts flutter

a big gentleman!

in the end i think he flirts but without noticing it

he’s just very polite, maybe a bit too much, so people think he flirts

so when he held the elevator door for you, you thought he tried to flirt

his lovely smile and confident look made it seem like it

you were really attracted to him (because who wouldn’t be?) but didn’t show it, he had an almost playboy energy so you didn’t show your interest

he didn’t care about your impression of him, he was just being nice and polite :’)

you both discovered later that you worked in the same agency

so you saw each other a lot (mostly in the elevator because you had similar work shifts)

its when he saw you for the 3rd time that he started talking to you, mingyu being his extraverted self, he had to talk for a bit

with time and conversations you discovered how gentle and caring he actually is, far from the image of him that you created

so you both got close, and you feelings started to grow, his did as well

he had a crush on you since the beginning of your friendship, you had a comforting vibe and were interesting to talk with, just enough for him to grow fond of you

obviously the members noticed this weird lovey-dovey aura around you both, and mocked mingyu, then encouraging him to talk about his love for you

i think mingyu is a big romantic, so to ask you to be his s/o, he took you out on a date in a big chic restaurant

you both looked so good together, people in the restaurant thought you were about to get married

he told you he loved you, you told him the same thing back and bam, relationship

x)

once you got in a couple, i think mingyu would make things really fast

like he knows you’re the one, and doesn’t want to wait to get things done

so he asked if you could live together after a week of dating

also talked about having a kid after a month of dating

if it bothers you just tell him, and he will slow his excitement down, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable

if it doesn’t bother you then that’s great lmao

wants to show off with you, your whole relationship

WILL buy matching clothes and accessories

if you go out together you HAVE to wear some matching stuff, if you refuse then he pouts and gives you the silent treatment

loves cooking for you, cleans the appartment, washes your clothes

he likes to take care of everything around you just to make sure it’s really well done BY him

loves to spoil you

*brings a big plushie home* “oh this? yeah hum well there was a discount and christmas is soon so pre-christmas gift” *hands it to you*

(christmas was in 3 months)

loves to binge watch series and movies with you, invites the members for movie nights sometimes

but it ends up with them complaining about you both “cuddling too much” on the couch

he really makes sure you and the members get along

it’s really important for him that 2 of his most important things in life get along

so he brings you to practice with him sometimes, in the backstages of promotion showcases, and many other places with the members

but don’t give them too much attention of mingyu will pout

now now now mingyu and physical touch??

this man has always a hand on you -and sometimes on your ass-

takes your hand in his, hes so tall yours looks small af

likes to grab you and carry you around

you didn’t shower? *carries you on his shoulder to take you to the bathroom*

also bear hugs!!!!♥

when in bed hes also glued to you for the whole night

he just won’t let go

spicy/smutty part below :)

Mingyu in bed? huh

a confident b*tch really

he knows hes attractive and he knows you’re madly attracted to him

a noisy man as well

grunts and moans a lot

messy kisses >>

holds your ass during the whole make out part

hes just an ass man

loves your thighs as well

loves it when they tighten around his head when he goes down on you

really really likes it when you take care of him as well, despite him being a big dom

when hes horny he’ll ask for a blowjob 

will moan very loudly ♥

doesn’t have a preference on where you have $ex tbh

see the elevator, where you guys met at the agency?

well,, y’know

he likes the risk ;)

before living together he wouldn’t mind keeping his bedroom dorm’s door slightly open

so the members can hear as well :)

wouldn’t mind a threesome, as long as its with someone you both trust

likes to experiment tbh, but he refuses age-play and anything that has to do with blades

overall he’s just the best in bed :D

#mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen mingyu #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader #mingyu reactions #mingyu fluff #seventeen x reader #svt #mingyu drabbles

[hxjikonn]

Hello!

Could I request headcanons of Kalim, Vil, Ace, Idia and Rook with a fem!reader who's skilled in all fields of science and technology? Just imagine her using her skills in technology to upgrade Rook's bow and help in creating poisons for Vil.

I hope this wasn't too specific.

A/N: The moment I read, “science and technology” the immediate character that popped in my head is Honey-Lemon from big hero 6 😩♥︎ I’m not really a sci-tech person myself so bare with me, I’ll try my best to write this one! (P.s nothing is ever too specific when it comes to details ily for that) heads up this is gonna be a long one

Gear Head

☆Staring☆: Kalim Al asim, Vil schoenheit, Ace trappola, Idia Shroud, and Rook Hunt

Synopsis: Their headcannons with Fem!reader who’s skilled in science and technology (THINK GOGO or HONEY LEMON from big hero 6)

Warnings: Copy pasted french sentences in Rook’s part💀 Feel free to correct me in the comments I do not know a lick of french😭

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Kalim Al asim

You’d think he wouldn’t be interested in what you do or how you do it, but believe me he is.

It all started when he sat behind to you in a potionology class, and you were doing something out of the ordinary.

He looked over your shoulder to see that you were making a tiny little contraption that would project holographic images

He was so amazed and at awe but he didn’t get your name and that was the only class he ever shared with you, so he went to Jamil for help

Kalim: Jamil~! d’you know that girl I sat behind in potionology class?, y’know the one who’s really good in science-y tech-y stuff?

Jamil: Oh her, yeah she’s the prefect, y/n I think…

When he got your name the boy couldn’t stop thinking about you, he was curious, he was trying to put together things in his mind to solve his questions but he just couldn’t find out how you did it

The next day, he made it his goal to be friends with you, so instead of sitting behind you, he sat beside you.

He turned to say hi expecting you were probably doing your own thing, but you were already looking at him….

He thought you were really pretty so he was a bit nervous now.

“Umm, hello” you greeted him, bowing your head slightly, “Oh! Hi! Hi I’m Kalim” He also bowed his head slightly “I’m—“ “Y/n! Yeah I already know” he cut you off smiling, “How’d you know?” you asked and smiled back back at him. Her smile’s pretty too-he thought but then quickly realized you were asking him a question “Uh y-your the pretty- I mean prefect! You’re the prefect…right?” He stuttered, thoughts merging with his words, you laughed at his mistake, he wanted to be eaten by the floor at that point “Yeah I am, nice to meet you” you said to him.

He told you about what he saw you do yesterday and that he was impressed. He started asking you loads of questions about it and you explained and answered all of them

He doesn’t really get half the stuff you were saying but he thought you were really smart…he grew very fond of you…

He always looks forward to seeing you in that class, and always sat next to you. Whenever he had time he’d go looking for you so he can listen to you talk about your hobbies some more

Don’t get me wrong, he tries his best to understand what you’re explaining but most of the time he really just wants to hear your voice and listen to you gush about science and technology and why you love it

He finds it endearing, he just keeps smiling and staring while you talk and he gets embarrassed when you caught him doing that

Would always watch you mixing chemicals or tinker and make stuff in awe. And he loves it when you praise him for remembering what certain things do or mean when he chimes in while watching you work

Would gush about you to Jamil all day long

“aaaa how can someone be so pretty AND SMART?”

Vil Schoenheit

I’m not gonna lie, this man would see you as competition tbh

You’d always answer Crewel correctly when he asks you a question in his class. It annoyed him

You’d always know which chemical to add next to complete a potion. He was irritated by it.

You could surpass him at any moment. That kept him on edge. He kept a keen eye on you.

He’d take note of every little thing you do to crack some sort of weakness

Little did he know that doing this would give HIM a weakness.

He noticed how you bounce your leg when you’re nervous, how you scrunch your nose when someone answers incorrectly, how you’d clap your hands quietly celebrating your small victors….it was annoying…it was infuriating…not you. But the feeling he felt in his chest.

He thought he inhaled too much toxic fumes in labs that he finally had gone insane, why did he feel this way? Is this a new form of hatred? He hates you…..right?

He thought the great 7 would have mercy on him, however that wasn’t the case when Crewel paired the two of you for a project. He kept belittling you to save his ego.

He toned down the insults when he noticed you weren’t doing the things you usually do in class though. But he was still very strict

He didn’t let you help out on the project, instead he made you a runner, making you do absolutely unnecessary things that doesn’t contribute to the project, he wants to do on his own.

However that all changed when he ran into a dilemma while making the project, he knew you could probably help him, but he doesn’t ask you, his ego got in the way. Instead he kept on trying, all turned out to be failed attempts.

You heard his frustrated groans and sighs, so you peeked over his shoulder and ask what’s wrong.

“Is something wrong?” You softly ask, “No, mind your business.” He snapped, you crossed your arms “That project is my business.” You protested. “We agreed on letting me take the lead, so you just focus on the task I gave you and let me do this project” he said sternly. “You asked me to iron your dorm uniform! What does that have to do with the project?” You were persistent. He sighed, it was time to admit defeat. He was upset by this, admitting defeat to a magicless human of all people.

He stood up from his seat, “Fine, do it then, I know you can solve this probably better and faster than I can since you’re such a clever little teacher’s pet” he walked away from the table arms crossed, turned away from you. “I can’t believe a magicless human is more capable than I am” he mumbled. Thinking only he heard it but then you chimed in “Yeah that’s me, magicless girl from nowhere, I didn’t mean to offend you in anyway, honest.” You confessed, he scoffed.

“it’s the only thing I can do here that makes me feel like I fit in, so I get excited when I make potions…I don’t wanna take over the project, I just wanna help…” you told him, he sighed and faced you again he wanted to apologize for being unnecessarily mean too but he bit his tongue “Well potato we aren’t going to solve anything with all this sappy talk, lets get back to work” he sat down with you, and you helped him find the missing chemical needed to finish the project. For the first time, he didn’t feel jealous of you. He was astonished by your intelligence.

He still hasn’t admit to himself that he likes you, however when Rook asked him if he hates you as much as he hated his other rival Niege leblanche. It dawned to him that you were different.

Ever since that day, he always sat next to you in class, he’d always wanna be paired up with you in projects, and he’d help you understand things you were having trouble with. He still doesn’t confess but his favoritism for you was evident to everyone.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I see now more as a valuable ally rather than a rival. So that’s what you’re going to do, stand by me and never leave my side naïve little potato. That’s an order”

Ace Trappola

Would think you’re cool, he’s literally your fanboy, you cant convince me otherwise.

He thought he’d only see them in video games or in sci-fi movies, but when he saw you make futuristic contraptions and devices he was in awe

In beginning he’d only watch you because he thought the gadgets you made were awesome. But overtime my boy developed a little crush on you. No scratch that, he was crushing hard.

He started finding it very attractive when you’re focused on what you’re doing. He’d catch himself simping for you at random times

“Phew it’s hot in here huh?” You wipe the sweat beading on your forehead with your sleeve “You’re hot- I mean! You’re hot??? Yeah me too! Let me open the window” he rushes to open the window trying to cover up the embarrassment he just put himself through

He was about to walk back to your table when he saw you taking your lab coat off, he turned his attention to the floor “Damn you’re right, it’s fucking hot in here, I’ll go get you some water okay?” He rushed out even before you could answer he was staring holes on to the floor, he was having palpitations okay? Give him a break.

He would internally fanboy every time he watched you work on another project of yours, just takes pictures of you when you don’t notice it.

Like Kalim, he doesn’t even understand half the stuff you’re explaining to you, he just likes hearing you talk and seeing you smile when you do…

He tried to impress you by building something on his own…but then it caught fire and burnt him. It was still a win for him since you scolded him while tending to his wounds after.

Would always ask if he could take a device you worked on, you’d say yes if it doesn’t explode, cause fires, and is a harmless device. And he’d take it home and put it in his bed side table admiring your work.

Would ask you to play video games with him or take to see a sci-fi movie and point at something asking you if you could build that next.

“No Ace, I cannot build optimus prime.” “yes you can! I believe in you!” “It’s not that easy”

Would brag about you 24/7 to his roommate a.k.a Deuce.

“She’s so pretty, and so cool dude, did you know she build a freaking laser beam yesterday??? Man I have the coolest crush ever” “Ace I’m on the phone with her” “YOU’RE WHAT?!” “He said he was on the phone with ‘the coolest crush ever’ Ace”

Idia Shroud

He thought he was dreaming, he hoped he wasn’t though cuz he was already thanking what Deity made you.

We all know Idia choses NOT to physically meet people, he lets his tablet attend meetings, social events and classes for him.

His tablet was his savior from ever having to socialize in person ever again! But unfortunately some careless student accidentally hit it with a baseball making it crash and shut down. Destroying the device.

He didn’t wanna have to go out so he asked Ortho to look for the tablet instead. But Ortho didn’t find his tablet anywhere.

That’s because you found it. You found laying on the ground and it’s technology peeked you’re interest.

While Idia was sulking about his lost tablet, wondering if he had to go back to going outside, you were repairing his device…

When it turned on, Idia got a signal back, he was fuming with rage, he was gonna catch the person who stole his beloved tablet

He gasped and ran to his computer, “Ortho! My tablet! It’s restored it’s signal! I’m finally gonna catch the dirty little thief who took it!” He exclaimed waiting for the camera to turn on.

“Hello?” You tapped on the tablet, “Did I fix it yet or is something still wrong?” You asked yourself, completely unaware of the camera being back online. Idia’s jaw was left hanging when he saw you “Hang in there mr. Tablet I’m gonna fix you…” you said talking to yourself focusing on figuring out if there’s any further damage. “Oh that’s the prefect!” Ortho chimed in, breaking Idia’s tranced state. “Looks like she’s the one who found your tablet!” his little brother exclaims happily.

My dude had heart eyes for you, he’s looking at you like it’s impossible that you even breathe the same air as him.

He asked Ortho your name and when he found out there was just this echo in his head that kept repeating your name

He’s so impressed, by your skills, your knowledge is technology, your attention to details while you admire the tablet’s mechanisms and programming, he was praying you weren’t just a dream

When Ortho suggested he meets you in person, he was quick to oppose the idea and degrade himself telling Ortho that he should just go meet you instead since you were more familiar with him.

But after a little convincing and a pep talk from his younger brother, he actually went to see you in person, he was anxious and but he also wanted to meet you and befriend you

When he did he was expecting you to cringe or to think he’s a huge weirdo, but you didn’t and you actually complimented his skills in tech and programming as well, it made him crush on you harder

After that day he started going to classes he shared with you in person (only those classes though but still) people were shocked to see Ignihyde’s dorm leader outside

He’d also invite you in his room when you visit their dormitory which is very rare since he and Ortho are the only ones who can get in and out of his room

Is not afraid to act like himself and gush about stuff he likes with you. He’s comfortable around you.

Would ask your opinion on gadgets he’s working on cuz he knows you know this stuff as well as he does.

It is evident that he likes you more than just a friend and admire’s you more than just a technician/scientist. But he still thinks he’s way below you and that he doesn’t have a chance.

“There’s no way she’d go for a guy like me, I mean have you seen her? She’s way out of my league… she’s like a goddess right Ortho? Ortho? Oh you’re sleeping…”

Rook Hunt

It all started when you two got paired up in capture the flag, back in your world you didn’t really hate P.E, but here, you loathed it cuz it’s accompanied by magic like every other class

Rook was observant and he knew you’re incapable to yield magic so he, offered for you to stay behind and protect the Flag while he goes out and infiltrates other team’s bases for their flags

You agreed but you still didn’t want to be useless, so you asked if you could “upgrade’ the arrows he used and give him more equipment.

Rook was curious with what you could offer so he let you, and he watched you mend the arrows, labeling each set of 3 with different colors

He came up with a new nickname for you “Mademoiselle l’inventrice” (Madam inventor) because of your skillful knowledge in inventing

He watched you work until you were finished, he admired your dedication on making his equipment more useful to him but of course he had questions.

“Mademoiselle l’inventrice, you seem to have labeled my arrows different colors, why is that?” Rook looked at his newly improved arrows with curiosity, “Oh yeah, well the red one explode upon impact, the blue ones release sleeping gas also upon impact, the yellow ones paralyze people TEMPORARILY and the green ones have poison, don’t worry they cant kill, They’re more of an allergen than a toxin” you explain to him, and gave him more gadgets and equipment you’ve made for him while explaining

he was dazzled by how much benefit you’ve provided him with “Magnifique, Merci! Mademoiselle l’ inventrice, I shall do my best at the hunt!” He tipped his hat to you as a form of thanks and went off to “hunt” and you guarded the flag, also using your technology as an advantage to protect your base.

He was impressed with his new equipment, smoke bombs, his cloak you customized so he could camouflage better, and the arrows you modified.

Hunting was so much fun but with his new upgrades it’s a lot more enjoyable, he felt adrenaline coursing through his veins due to how easy it was to take other bases down

Needless to say you both won the game, and following that momentous event he was always near you, whether that be by your side, or watching you from afar, simply observing the beauty in your intelligence. Admiring your work, admiring you.

You was more curious about what other things you are capable of, and he seemed more attracted to you personally. He wanted to get to know you better.

He compliments before, but now you notice he compliments you A LOT more, not just you but you’re work too. You don’t mind his attention to detail though you find it somewhat endearing that he notices even the littlest of things

“Vous avez fait un merveilleux travail Mademoiselle l’ inventrice! You never fail to impress and surprise me!”

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG😭 I HAD TO DELLAY IT AT TIMES I WAS A BIT BUSY! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Like always, I did not proofread 💀 bare with my mistakes

A/N edit note: HUGE THANKS TO @/l1ttleclouds FOR THE CORRECTIONS IN FRENCH IN ROOKS PART! 🥹♥︎

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #kalim al asim headcannons #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit headcanons #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #ace trappola headcannons #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #idia shroud headcannons #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #rook hunt headcanons #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

[short-black-diamond]

To give you a quick break from sahed x reader

(シ_ _)シ

An Obey me request! \(≧∀≦)/

Could you do little headcannon/senario thingies of how the brothers react to you asking to kiss them except it is not the right moment at all to kiss them for the first time

eg: lucifer just gave reader and mammon in trouble and then reader asks to kiss mammon

Tehehe（*’∀’人）♥

🍓⌒(≧▽​° )

Nah I'd be happy to receive more Sahed x reader requests, also please tell me which gender I should write for, because I think I wrote the Sahed fics with a female reader?

because you didn't include the gender in this one, so I'll just try to do it gender-neutral. Also, please help me if I failed doing that.

BROOOOO omg I'd be so embarrassed if I'd ask for a kith after getting scolded at for what i did, but I'd still ask!

Warnings: Angst I guess, but also fluff in most parts, Asmo's is a lil suggestive, Beel is smooth, And Belphie's just a lil shit

word count: 2.3 k

I didn't proofread- I actually never do -why do I always write that fucking sentence down???

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Asking for a kiss at the worst moment

Lucifer had to hold his breath as to not leash out on you. I mean, sure, he loved you very dearly and all that romantic, lovely-dovey shit, but sometimes, just sometimes, you could be an insufferable spouse.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?!", he instead exclaimed as he looked at the stack of papers which you've spent a good amount on working. "I finished your papers.", you muttered, confused as to why he was so angry.

"I told you to let me handle the papers, ____! You should've gone to the kitchen and-" "and prepare a whole five-course meal for Diavolo and Beel, seperately. Yes, I know, I already did that. And I also made lunch for Levi, Asmo, Mammon -should he come home today early for once- and Satan. Belphie can eat the leftovers."

you did it all in favour of getting your first kiss with him, and you were very eager to get to your goal.

Lucifer looked at you in stunned silence for a moment before he checked the papers. They were all...correctly signed. On top of the stack were a few things you wrote where you had trouble with some papers, and said papers were underneath that propblem sheet so that Lucifer wouldn't have to look through every single sheet.

You actually took tons off work from him today...

"Okay...thank you..", he muttered with a small blush and fond smile, and as you were about to lean in for a kiss (your first kiss with him), Diavolo's loud and cheery voice boomed outside. "Lucifer, may I come in?! There's something amazing I'd like to discuss with you!"

Lucifer looked at your lips in desire for a moment, but before he could give in, he turned around and towards the door to open it.

You were outraged. "Seriously, not even a quick peck??", you asked, angry at the fact that your lover wouldn't even give you a small kiss. You were prepared for everything too.

Your hair was done, you brushed your teeth for an hour and nearly drank half a bottle of mouthwash, and you were all dolled up for him only to face his back?

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks as he pointed towards the door. "I can't just have Lord Diavolo waiting outside!?", he whisper-yelled.

"So he's more important than your partner, who's only asking for an itty-bitty kiss? Alright.", you muttered before you went to your room.

Yeah..., Lucifer would have to make up for that as soon as possible.

...

Mammon can't help but hold in his laughter at your serious face. You two got scolded by Lucifer again, in account of Mammon's shenanigans, and Lucifer had tick marks on his temple by your lack of reaction.

"Seriously, I wonder what's going on inside your head at the moment, ____!", the eldest sibling yelled at your emotionless face. You looked at Mammon.

"I was going to ask him to share my first kiss with him after you were done yelling at us."

There were a few moments of silence, where you smiled at Mammon, who blushed furiously in return, and the lecture in scolding you both extending from 15 minutes to 45 minutes.

Yeah, it may have been a bad moment to ask, but it was still sweet at the end because you got to kiss your favourite demon.

Mammon passed out after you kissed him.

...

Leviathan was hyper-focused on his game. It was a group game with other players, and Levi didn't want to lose his online teammates.

However, he lost the round when you came in and asked him for a kiss. He stared at you in shock as his skin reddened. His teammates were yelling his eardrumms, but his brain only registered your sweet smile and blushing face.

The display on his computer showed "Game over!". He slowly looked to the red display, and then he cursed under his breath.

"_-____...that was a very...very important round...!", he tried to say calmly, but he slowly grew angry as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry...it's just, you're always playing, and I really like you, and I just wanted a kiss..."

Levi couldn't help but blush furiously. He felt bad for scolding you, and nearly leashing out on you, but he was still mad.

"Th-then p-prove it!"

"Huh? You want me to kiss you? I thought you were mad at m-"

"M-m-my a-anger might s-subside when...w-when I receive kisses from a special h-human..!"

there was a short moment of silence before you leaned down to his level, lifted his chin and kissed him gently. His eyes widened and you felt his breath hitch.

after a few seconds, you pulled back, touching your lips with a smile and pink cheeks. "your lips are so soft, Leviathan..."

Levi.exe has stopped working. Seriously.

I mean, today might've become one of his best days in his life, because even though he lost a round, he got to kiss you, got a compliment about his soft lips, and you also said his full name.

He felt like he lived through hundreds of romance mangas.

Yeah, he...he stopped working.

...

Satan was reading a book, where there was a very interesting scene, and he was very in it. He tried to ignore the rain outside as he was in the world the author of the book described, and his breathj hitched when he read the next few sentences.

"Oh, no, Jessica...don't do it...!", he exclaimed, turning the page quickly to read what would be happening next.

You knocked on the door and stepped inside. "Hey, just wanted to check in on you. I made lunch. Would you like to drink tea with me?", you asked, and Satan noticed a hidden undertone to your request.

But, he shook his head. "No, but thank you. I just need to read that scene quickly, before-"

"C'mon, I haven't seen you all day. I missed you, Satan. Please, just twenty minutes-", you tried to reason, but you were suddenly pressed against the wall as Satan put one of his hands against the wall next to your head, his other one tilting your chin up to look at him.

And Satan didn't have a happy expression on. "Why do you have to be so stubborn, ____...?! There was an interesting scene and...", he stopped talking when he took notice that your eyes weren't directed towards his, but a little more down.

Towards his...

"A kiss is what you wanted, right? naughty ____...", he whispered, and he relished in the fact that you were blushing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes and tried to give him a reason.

"n-no, I wasn't! I-I just wanted to bring you some croissants and t-tea!"

Satan chuckled before he leaned down to your face, his lips mere milimeters away from yours. "You wanted to share your first kiss with me, weren't you?", he asked softly, and you sighed.

"Yes...sorry for b-bothering you, if you want to, I can-mmh!?"

Satan's lips crashed against yours as he pecked your lips with ultimate passion. He kissed you again and again, praising you and thanking you for bringing him food and being so pretty that he can't stay mad at you for long.

You were left breathless as you slid down on a chair as you tried to catch your breath. "Next time, please tell me right away when you want a kiss, ____. I'm always happy to deliver you your wishes, alright?"

You nodded as you tried to calm down your fast heartbeat.

You were happy that your first kiss happened like that.

...

Asmodeus would have normally kissed you after you'd had asked, but he was applying some expensive make-up. He was doing his eye liner when you softly knocked on the door and stepped inside.

"Hey Asmo, what'cha doing?", you spoke quietly as to not disrupt him. "Applying some eyeliner...", he muttered as he slowly traced the line from the inside of his eyelid to the end of his eye.

You watched him for a while, looking at his beautiful face before your gaze stopped on his lips. "Hey...uh, Asmo?"

Asmo stopped shortly before turning to you. "What is it?"

"Uh...well...", you trailed off, and Asmo waited for you as he went back on applying the eyeliner. "I would like you to be my first kiss..."

Asmo's eyeliner went into his hair. he yelled with his mouth closed as he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom. You took a look at the makeup set. It was the one Asmo gushed about for months, and it was also quite expensive.

You felt bad.

You quickly went to the bathroom and knocked. "Asmo? I'm sorry...I didn't really look at the make-up set and-"

the door opened. Asmo's usual cheery smile was gone, instead laced with annoyance and boredom. "And?", he repeated sassily, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded against each other in front od his chest.

"I ...just wanted a little kiss...I mean, I wanted to have my first kiss-"

"Your first?", the pretty boy asked, this time in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that your lips haven't gotten in contact with someone else's before, and you wanting him to be your first kiss?

He felt ecstatic, love for you, and shy, but he also felt very guilty. You just wanted to have a kiss form him -your very first- and he gave you an attitude over some make-up which didn't even fit well with his skin tone.

"Yeah...sorry again for the make-up -?!", you couldn't speak any further when you felt Asmo's, with sweet lipstick applied, lips on yours, in a sweet and tender kiss.

He stroked your cheek gently, and then his lips parted. "How was that?", he asked softly as he looked into your face, which looked absolutely perfect and etheral to him.

you blinked a few times before smiling giddily. "Perfect. Thanks.", and you giggled while hiding your face.

Asmo's face darkened, as he panted slightly, and his cheeks got red all of a sudden. "I could also be your first in se-" "No."

...

Beelzebub had bought a food from the human world he's never tasted before. It was a döner/ kebap, and he was nearly dying at the delicious smell.

The turkish burger was still hot, and Beel took his time to actually take a pic before eating slowly, bite after bite to relish in the otherworldy taste.

However, you showed up and sat yourself next to him. Today would be the day you'd ask Beel for a kiss. Your first kiss with anyone, and you wanted it to be Beel. I mean, you loved him, after all.

Beel's food was starting to go from hot to warm and he wanted to quickly bite down- "Say, Beel...could you be my first kiss?", you asked after he was about to swallow the first bite.

He choked on his food, and you grew panicked. You slapped him hard on his back and he coughed out the first bite, staring at it sadly and in dissappointment as it landed on the alumium-foil.

"My first bite...", he murmured, and he sighed. His appetite emptied rapidly. you then came to realization that this was Beel's first kebap, and he wanted it to be special. you just blew it.

"Wait, is this your first time eating kebap?! God, I am so sorry, Beel! Wait, I-I'll get you a new one-"

"No need...say, were you honest about the kiss part?", he then asked.

You blushed in embarrassment. "y-yes, but-" "Then kiss me. As a form of payment for ruining my moment with the first bite."

You blushed even more. "A-are you sure? I...I don't wanna pressure you-"

"____, if there's anyone in Devildom or the human world I'd like to kiss, it would be you. Now pelase hurry up or my kebap will grow cold."

you hesitated for a moment before you went towards Beel, whose cheeks darkened when you stepped closer. "Tell me when to stop...", you murmured before you pecked his lips softly.

You parted, and Beel kissed you back before you could say something. He placed the kebap on the table, forgetting about it the moment it left his fingers as Beel kissed you more and more feverishly, and in the end, you two made out, with Beel invading your mouth with his tongue.

You couldn't have asked for a better moment for a kiss from Beel.

(he ate it even after it got cold and invited you to a date afterwards.)

...

Belphegor was always asleep, so it never was a good moment to wake him up and ask him for a kiss. Still, you wanted to kiss that lazy bitch and woke him up by force.

"What the hell...?!", he groaned before he caught sight of you. "What do you want?"

"A kiss. My first kiss for you to take, actually.", you stated, crossing your arms in front of your chest. If it were for the other brothers were you'd ask for a kiss, you'd be shy and bashful, but you somehow fell for Belphie and here you were now.

Belphie looked at your thighs for a moment, remembering how he'd have the best naps on them, but he snapped out when you made an "ahem" sound. "So, you wanted a kiss and had to wake me for it? Couldn't you just wait until I was done sleeping?"

"And when would that be?"

"..."

"Nevermind, let me ask Lucifer-"

"I'm up! I'm up!", he exclaimed tiredly as he sat up as quick as possible. He sat up like a grandpa and even held his back.

"Come here.", he demanded, and you scooched over to him with a smile. 'Yes, finally, my first kiss!', you thought when you closed your eyes in anticipation.

Belphie looked at your face for a moment with a fond smile before dropping the smile, putting his lips against yours and then falling back down the bed and passing out on the spot again.

You were outraged.

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heyyyy, sorry if I didn't make it how you liked, I had to rethink what I was writing, because in Levi's part I wrote it so that they were doing a bet at first and the loser would have to do what the other one said, and that ending in a sweet kiss before I remembered your request and deleted the paragraphs💀

Anyways, it was actually fun, and I hope I wrote it how you'd expect it from me. If not, please tell me, I'll try to write it again, but better.

Read you in the next post!

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Letters: Day Seven

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.4K] A first date, the “fuck it moment” with Steve 

THE LETTERBOX ♥

Your date with Steve went great. Like, really great. Amazingly so. 

Probably due to the fact you’d both known each other for years, harbouring crushes that had gone on so long that even the other knew about it. It was something that had gone unsaid, only communicated through touches under tables that were almost accidental, looks that lingered too long, a sense of protectiveness over each other that was downright frightening. 

But the world had been a scary place for a long time and there wasn’t time for dates when things were falling apart and people were getting hurt. When people were dying. 

So you both waited until the world was stitched back together and you could press a hand over all your friends' hearts and still feel that it was beating. You both slept, everyone did, for hours and hours until it stretched into days, a dog pile on the Byer’s living room carpet, kids on couches, one blanket covering four sets of legs ‘cause it hurt to be too far apart. 

When the dust settled and cuts turned into silver scars, Steve took your hand and asked you out on a date. 

He’d done everything the way it was supposed to go. He’d picked you up, felt his soul leave his body when you walked out in a dress, pretty and floaty and short and god, he didn’t think he’d ever had the opportunity to see you dressed up like that. 

Steve took you to dinner, ordered himself a pizza when you couldn’t choose between that and a pasta dish you wanted to try, grinning when you did as he slid you a slice. You curled into him at the cinema, bucket of popcorn forgotten ‘cause it was so much nicer just to be close, to touch each other without the threat of something bad interrupting. 

Steve thought he’d never stop touching you, now that he could. 

He drove you home, walked you the front door of your house and tried not to feel too dizzy wirb the implications of it all. The boy had known you for years, knew you better than himself but he wanted to do this right. But he really wanted to kiss you too. 

A first kiss, on your first date, lit up by your porch light. That was the way it was done, wasn’t it?

So he leaned in when you did, hearts racing, rib cages rattling until you were both so sure the other could hear it. You tasted like cherry soda and butter popcorn, Steve found out, the one answer to a question he’d never know. You kissed sweetly, almost shy, like you were in shock about it all but then Steve’s hand gripped your waist a little tighter and his fingers splayed themselves over you like he never wanted to let go. 

You kissed him a little harder then, deeper, needier. He could taste the longing, gave you his greediness right back because it was a time to be selfish, to take what he wanted and give you what you demanded right back.

He’d give you the world, if you asked. 

You were panting when you both pulled back, only to suck in a breath and stare at each other, pupils blown wide, lips parted and glossy. Steve’s cheeks were a pretty kind of pink, his hair messier than before ‘cause you’d gripped the ends of it in hopes he’d never let you go. 

His hands were still on your waist, thumb pushed to the space under your breast and it made you ache, it made you sigh. Then he was kissing your cheek with a fondness that made your eyes water and he walked back, stumbling a little clumsily but he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you, not yet. 

Not when you were looking at him like that. 

He didn’t manage to reach his car before you called out, his name settling in the summer night air and it sounded just as warm coming from your lips. Steve stopped, smiled and waited. 

He watched you lick your lips, chasing the taste of him - red vines and lemonade - your hands wringing out in front of you like you didn’t know what to do with them now you couldn’t touch him. 

“Do you wanna come in?” You sounded so shy. You sounded like his best friend and it made his heart soar. And then, like you were past playing coy, like you were over not being able to admit what you wanted, you tried again. “Do you wanna stay?”

Steve had fought monsters, saved his friends, saved himself, helped save the world. He’d held guns, wielded weapons, patched up cuts, almost drowned, almost died. 

But nothing set his heart racing more than you and those words. 

It could change everything. It would change everything. For better or worse, Steve didn’t yet know, but neither did you and you’d been brave enough to say it. Steve had always thought you were brave, braver than him, brave as you were pretty. 

But you stood on your porch and stared at him wide eyes and a heaving chest, lips still red and swollen from his kiss and god, fuck, how did you think he’d ever say no?

“You sure?” He asked, just in case, to remind you didn’t have to do this right now. Not if you didn’t want to. Steve really wanted to. “We can wait, there’s no rush—”

But there had always been a rush. Always the lingering thought of waking up the next day to a world that wasn’t the one you’d grown up in, to monsters outside your bedroom window, friends who weren’t there anymore, skies that were red. Maybe you’d always feel like there wasn’t enough time. 

But you nodded at him, smiling, nose crinkled and god, he wanted to kiss it. You gestured to him, to yourself. “I’m sick of waiting. I don’t wanna wait anymore. I want you, Steve. Fuck it, right?”

Steve’s heart swelled, soared, thumpthumpthumping in his chest until it sounded too loud, until he felt it in his ears. He grinned, walking - no, running - up your path and up the porch stairs until he could press his lips back to yours. 

You led him towards the front door, up the stairs, towards your room, your bed. ‘Cause you’d waited too long and Steve felt too good and he looked at you like he loved you, even if he hadn’t said it yet. 

“Yeah?” You asked him between kisses, fast and desperate, gaining momentum and desperation until you could barely stand it. 

Steve rugged the zipper on your dress, let his hands span across your bare back, fingertips catching on your bra strap. He swore, lashes fluttering and nodded, nose pressed hard to your cheek so he could kiss you again and again and again. 

“Yeah,” he agreed and he sounded so warm, so lovely, so full of fucking adoration. “Fuck it.”

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[appocalipse]

ok its me again… i cant decide if store or jewelry is better so maybe u just pick whichever one u like lol ty :)

hi ♥ i went with jewelry + exes to lovers hehe <3 hope you like it!

[JEWELRY; Wearing a piece of jewelry (ring/necklace/bracelet/watch) that the other bought. ]

Two seconds after you enter the bathroom, the door opens and Steve comes in.

"Here, let me help you," he says, already approaching before you can answer.

Breaking up with Steve had been one of the hardest things you'd ever done. The breakup hadn't happened because you didn't love him anymore, or because you were interested in someone else, or for any other reason ordinary couples break up.

No. You'd broken up with him for one simple reason: you were afraid you weren't good enough. Steve was kind, he was brave, and of course he was very handsome and charming, although those last two things didn't weigh that much in the balance of things. And if Nancy — who had been his first love —was anything to go by, you had very little chance of being the girlfriend Steve deserved. She was just perfect in your eyes; beautiful, smart, very, very brave. She would often risk her life for others, like he did. And if the two of them didn't work out together, why would it work out with you?

You're well aware that the whole problem may simply be in your mind, that you're being unfair — both to Steve and yourself — but you couldn't help it. So you had walked away, protecting yourself—even though part of you knew Steve would never hurt you.

That's why today, two months after you'd broken up with him, you considered not coming to Max's birthday; you knew he would be here. But you love Max and it wouldn't have been fair to her not to come for such a selfish reason.

Then, against your better judgment, you came, reason why you're now trapped in a very tiny space with your ex — with whom you're still very much in love with.

Steve does a brief damage analysis. There's a sizable stain on the front of the lovely green dress you're wearing, a mixture of scarlet and purple right over your heart, spreading like a bleeding.

It's just grape juice, of course. You're trying to remove it with a cloth soaked in ice water, but he's not sure it's working.

This unavoidably brings a memory to his mind, one he's not fond of. Steve hesitates.

Then he pushes it away; you're not Nancy. You and him aren't even together anymore.

He realizes he's not making himself feel any better with that thought.

"I'm fine, Steve," you say in a tone that's neither warm nor cold; a balanced, measured, trained tone. "You can go back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he replies, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks about what to say next. Uh...

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was," he insists. It's a half truth; Steve and the kids were kicking a ball back and forth, some game you were trying not to pay attention to, and then it somehow ended up hitting the cup in your hand and disaster was done. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

You don't look at him, too focused on the stain. "It was an accident," you say, and Steve hears the usual gentleness behind your voice. "And it's just a dress, anyway. It's okay."

"It's a pretty dress-very pretty."

It's a risky move, he thinks. But by then he's said it and there's nothing he can do about it.

Steve watches the way you swallow, the way you pause for a brief second, how you look at him and quickly look away. It's a reaction, at least.

You don't answer. The trailer is small and the bathroom proportionately tiny. The air practically crackles with tension around you two.

The stain seems to be fading, but the fabric is getting wetter, sticking to your skin, turning transparent…

"Steve," you whisper, and his gaze darts to your face immediately. Is it a warning or an invitation?

He had definitely been staring.

"Sorry," he says again.

"Stop apologizing."

You put the cloth under the running water. Steve hears a metallic clink before he sees where it comes from: your arm. Your wrist, more precisely, where the bracelet he gave you as a gift just a few months ago is.

Steve can't stop himself from taking your wrist into his hand for a better look, half expecting the object to disappear at any moment, only a figment of his imagination.

"You still have it," it's not a question because it would be stupid to ask when he can see it for himself, but Steve still can't believe you're wearing it.

It doesn't.

He looks at you. You look flustered, your cheeks warm. Your parted lips can't get any words out, and the only thing Steve can think about is placing his hand on the back of your neck and kissing you slowly.

You gently pull your wrist away from his touch. "Do you...want it back?"

"I- what? No!" he exclaims, as if the idea horrifies him. "No, I'm just…I'm just surprised you're wearing the bracelet I gave you, that's all."

"I like the bracelet."

"Only the bracelet?"

Maybe he's pushing his luck, he thinks. But there's hope on the way you hesitate before answering, on the look on your face.

You look at the floor, dropping the cloth on the sink. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Dustin told me you have a date tomorrow."

It is true. To be honest, this date means so much to you that you had forgotten about it until this very moment.

"I'm trying to move on," you say honestly. And failing, is what you don't say.

"By wearing the bracelet I gave you? Doesn't it remind you of me at all?"

Every damn thing makes me think of you.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. "I'm trying to move on," you repeat, weaker this time, a whisper. He hears it.

"So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?"

A single step is enough for Steve to be directly in front of you. Your heart seems to have been replaced by something three times faster and much louder.

"Steve-"

"Wouldn't you kiss me back?" he touches your face with a gentle hand, leaning into you slowly.

Not wanting to say yes, I'd kiss you back (the truth) but unable to say no (which is a big, big lie), you take a step back as he steps forward. Nowhere to go — your back hits the wall.

He breathes against your mouth and you close your eyes, letting your head rest against the wall. "Steve," you whisper.

"I love you," he whispers back. "I just- I love you. You can go on a date tomorrow, you can go on a hundred dates, it doesn't matter. I won't give up on you, you hear me? Not unless you tell me that I don't stand a chance."

You don't.

Steve walks away. You stand there, leaning against the wall long after you hear the door close behind him, desperately trying to catch your breath.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Clingy 🔞 [Part 7]

In which Jungkook slowly tries to live again, which is a lot easier with someone as bright and full of life like you at his side.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Otter hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: Fluff, it's disgusting really

Length: short

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Throughout his life, Jungkook had always been a people-pleaser.

It's easier to just do as told than to make your own decisions, he's learned. Every choice made by himself bears the possibility of consequences he won't be comfortable with, after all. It's scary, even now, as an adult. But looking at you, he feels as if those consequences can't ever be worse than the idea of not having you at his side.

What are you at this point?

He's not sure because he's never truly asked you out, and neither did you. He knows he's pretty much clinging to you like glue, but do you feel the same way?

You're currently holding onto his arm like a lifeline, and he's come to learn that it's simply otter-behavior. Or at least he tells himself it's nothing more than that to not get his hopes up too high, or his emotions from overflowing. You just need something to hold on to, and he's conveniently an alpha wolf hybrid, known to emit a strong and calming presence.

"Oh, I love those!" You say, pulling Jungkook with you to the candy isle at the small food store. "I'm gonna stock up on those. I love chewing on them whenever I'm feeling like a pup that's going through teething again." You laugh, putting two bags of the hybrid snack into your basket before you hold onto Jungkook's arm again.

You're so effortlessly cute in his eyes.

"Have you talked to a dentist about that?" He wonders quietly. "There might be something going on if your teeth hurt." He asks, but you shake your head.

"No, they don't hurt-" you explain as you both walk past an elderly couple that stares after you with fond gazes. "-Its a mental thing, I believe. Like stress-relief!" You tell him, and he nods. He can understand that. When he was a pup, he went through phases like that too. It's interesting that you've not gotten over those phases yet it seems.

"Can I ask why you're so clingy with me?" He wonders calmly as you put all the things you want to buy out to be scanned by the young worker.

"Well, first of all I'm an otter, and we're just.. like that, I guess." You shrug. "And second of all, you're my boyfriend now, right?" You ask, gaze lifted up at him.

He blinks, once, twice, before he fully registers what you'd just said.

He's your boyfriend.

He's your boyfriend.

You're his girlfriend.

He doesn't know why that makes him turn a little red. Why it makes him shy of all things. He's an alpha wolf working in the adult companion industry. Or rather worked, past tense. Still. It's odd how.. nice it feels.

"Oh." He just says after a moment, nodding to himself. "I.. see." He mumbles, while you laugh next to him, squeaking in delight. "What?" He asks, and you just shove his body a little playfully.

"Nothing." You simply say, amused by his reaction.

Later that day, he finds you clinging onto him as you sleep at night like he's your lifeline, and this time, he knows it's not just instinct for you. You like him, enjoy his company for more than just pleasure, and he feels incredibly proud to be the one you chose to be with, despite his awkwardness and controversial past.

He wants to be his best version of himself for you, he decides, as he presses a quiet kiss to your head.

He's going to be the best mate ever.

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