#gn headcannons

[ruckooos]

Hello!! Could you do a gender neutral reader with a biting problem with the Black dragon boys? Or even any character you want to write for. I know it's weird but we need more weirdos who bite rep 👀

RAAHHHHHHH A FELLOW PERSON WITH BITING PROBLEMSSSS + BLACK DRAGON ASKSSSSSSS 👹👹 I'll keep it true to ur request and do the 3 men 👹 and dw worry about weird, I strive to cater to weird.

NOM NOM NOM

ERRON BLACK, KANO AND BOTH KABALS x gn!biting-reader

BIONIC AUSSIE CYCLOPS FINE SHYT

If you bite for stress reasons, I don't think he'd notice immediately

Yeah you tended to bite your finger, a pen, your thumb or whatever, but he didn't really pay much mind to it. You were functioning and not much was out of the blue, since it seemed so normal, but the more you two get closer and more personal, I feel he'd notice it more than a sore thumb (ba dum tss) (sorry)

It started small. Your finger. Ok, he's done it before and knows people who does it from time to time.

Then it moved to other objects. Strange, he started to think, but oh well, it didn't seem that big of an issue.

Then he started to notice that every single interaction between the two of you included you nibbling or biting on something! *gasp*

He's not gonna lie, he found it a bit bizarre at first. Why would you be putting things in your mouth, and biting on them? (YOU CANT TALK ABOUT HYGIENE, AUSSIE MAN, YOU PISS EVERYWHERE)

Kano'd confront you about it casually, maybe you two are walking together, or you're talking across from each other just hanging out. The moment he sees you bite on something that isn't food, he'd go: "Why do you do that, toots?" He'd gesture to your mouth, "I ain't judgin', but why you leavin' marks all over the place?"

You'd then have to explain to him that sometimes your mind gets too overwhelmed, and moving the pressure onto the jaw takes away the pressure in the head. He starts to get it then.

Would 100% buy you fidget toys just so that you don't train yourself to bite things to deal with stress. Fidget spinners, yoyos, puzzles, music and all the like that can combat or even distract you from your struggles, he's buying it without a second thought.

And, come on, look at this mannnnnnnnnnn. LOOK AT THIS BEAR. Kano would urge you to tell you why you're stressed in the first place. If it's grades (if you're in college), if it's incompetent workers or unfair shifts in your job, or if it's just the weight and speed of life caving in on you --Kano's your guy.

"Come onnnn, love... You know me, you know what I do, I can help you easily! Now what's got you all wrapped in a bunch, hm?"

If Kano saw you starting to bite more often, he'd swiftly go over to you and soothe you. "It's alright, love, it will allll be alright. Don't sweat it, let me help you..." He'd whisper into your ear, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your arms, gently pushing away whatever it was you were biting.

BUT IF YOU BITE JUST SUBCONSCIOUSLY (like me fr 🙏) Then it's a whole other thing.

I'd love to imagine that he buys you silicone chew necklaces (i want one ughhhhhhhrfwdiawdiuashdi) in all colors and sizes and scents if you want variation.

I feel like it would be a bit harder for him to deal with/figure out because it doesn't stem from anything, you just do it.

If he sees you start to lift something to your mouth to bite on it, he'd swiftly go over to you, (lovingly) slap it away from your teeth and just put the necklace in your mouth.

"Ah ah ah! Nooooo don't bite your pen, use your necklace!"

If your biting tendencies translate to love bites, then it's a whole 180. He doesn't like it.

...

OR DOES HE- *gets shot*

So you wanna nom nom on a mass murderer and omnicidal sadist? Love that for you.

Let us first address the elephant, no, the WHALE in the room that is Kano's arms. It's free game right there

We ALL see it, you can't deny the guns on that man. Untapped territory goes wild.

Imagine you two are just hugging normally on the couch, arms intertwined with one another, taking in each other's scent, totally immersed in relaxation

AWWW SO CUTE AND ROMANTIC. anyways you open your eyes and put your head on his chest, but your eyes immediately flock to the absolute wall that is his bicep

THE TATTOOS ON THIS MAN. Like wisps. Like sirens, beckoning you into the sea. You adjust your head closer and he thinks not much of it, until he's met with a small but tight nibble.

"OY WHAT IN THE FUCK" He'd exclaim, jolting from yall's romance, (which he so rudely interrupted with his outburst 🙄). He looks at you and sees your teeth on his arm, just kinda lying down there and looking up at him like nothing was wrong.

"Hmph," he'd grunt, "Well excuse me but I'd appreciate it if you took my fuckin' arm out yer damn mouth"

You'd sigh in disappointment, going back to lie down against his chest, holding his hands, which he obliges to

big mistake

just a few seconds later your biting on the length of his fingers, not deeply, but just nibbling.

"Why are ye doing this? I don't get it. Don't bite me..." He'd snap, but not angrily, more of stunned and confused.

For the first few times you'd do it, he's convinced he doesn't like it. But a small kindle in him, like an intrusive thought, keeps questioning and interrogating.

"Are ye sure you don't like it? Aww you just don' wanna get flustered in front of them!"

He'd scoff these thoughts away, and you'd assume that it was a hard no on love bites. Until...

You notice that he's purposefully wearing things without sleeves whenever you're nearby. You also realize that he starts to angle his body in a way where his biceps are right in front of your face; and not to mention the fact that he stops wearing gloves whenever you're holding his hand. He'd put his hands on your cheek, or moving hair away from your face, his fingers veryyyyy conviniently grazing past your lips.

Hmmmm... food for thought.

One day, you'd eventually just shrug and take your chances.

You held his hand, brought up his finger and nibbled on it, making sure your teeth were tucked behind your lips. He didn't stop you, he didn't even pay attention to it.

The bones in his fingers were straight, not limp, almost as if he was offering his fingers for your biting pleasures.

Hmmmm...

mercenary country bumpkin hot guy

If you're stressed about something and you start to bring your thumb/pointer/middle finger/ring finger/pinky/hand/boot up to your mouth to bite, this man IMMEDIATELY sees it

Come on. He canonically shoots buzzards without looking AND is an assasin, this dude's eyes and intellect are unmatched.

This man's keen vision has already figured out that you're stressed, what you're stressed about, how the stress manifests, and can tell WHEN you're stressed (before you even say or do anything)

"Hold it right there, mister/missy/sugar." He'd interrupt before anything can enter your mouth, "take that ___ away from your goddamn mouth"

It can sound like he's mad, but he's really not :3 He either sounds horny or ptfo with everything with no in between, so don't feel even more stressed that he's mad with you.

He just doesn't want you to form that addiction/foster that problem. aww so sweet (i wanna bite him)

Since he now knows that you get stressed and they can have detrimental(?) effects on the physical, he knows to balance out his resting bitch face and show you he cares.

For example, his boyfriend senses goes off roughly 10 minutes before your next bite, and thus goes over to you, no matter how far away you are from him, and give you a candy before you can even lift your hand

How in the jawbreaking fuck does he do it? You have no clue. He must've gotten some imaginary hold on invisible CCTVs from the future to be able to figure out your mannerisms with SUCH ACCURACY.

I can just imagine you just sitting down on the bench, drained from rushing impulsive thoughts of your struggles, just on the verge of a breakdown. You bring up your hand to bite on your thumb, when out of nowhere a gloved hand gives you an already unwrapped lollipop (I say already unwrapped cuz ngl those chupa chups be hard asf to open).

You look up at your man to just see him towering over you, guns on his back, and giving you a strawberry caramel flavored lollipop.

"How did yo-" "I'm your man, I always know."

Once he sees you put it in your mouth, then he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and cheek, then turns to leave.

You have to respect the grind and punctuality of murderous Mr. Cotton Eye Joe over here; he's got you covered beyond realms.

But if you're neurodivergent or you're just hyperactive, then this man is on DOUBLE watch.

Before he leaves you alone, he's arming you with lollipops, gum, chips, and a (loving) death glare to not bite. Ofc he also gives you water and an apple cuz he values ur health <3

Tbh he's only giving you "junk" because he doesn't know any other finger foods that aren't, until he stumbles upon that one dark fact tiktoks (we all know those infest his fyp) that says the teeth can easily bite through your finger like it can a carrot.

computing... computing... computing... COMPUTED

You kiss each other the next day, and he hands something to you, a tupperware.

Huh, that's strange. you think to yourself. Candy doesn't come in tupperware!

Well isn't that a nobel peace prize in the distance, dumbass (lovingly <3) IT ISNT CANDY

You open that motherfucker up to see... I kid you not... Sliced carrots, sauteed with soy sauce.

*collapses on the floor* (this is just self indulgence for my asian ass)

Just as a cherry on top, they're all sliced to be approximately the same size as the finger you bite the most. so...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why does he take it so seriously?

If you ask him that, he would honestly be insulted, offended and disrespected, he'd look mad (take a wild guess. He isn't).

I mean I CAN'T BLAME HIM. Let's take a look at you: talented, gorgeous, etheral, kind, loving, the lohl, perfect. You biting on yourself or something harms your teeth structure in jaw, which if we were to translate to Erron Blackese: You're harming yourself.

That just won't do because thou shalt not desecrate the thing he adores the most in the world, so boom that's why he gaf.

Now now now, dear people, if this were to be in love bites. This man will volunteer.

Since this man is a trad simp, that means he is willing to do whatever so that you don't hurt yourself (or what he thinks that is in his translations 😒...)

So if you were to just be cuddling and loving on the couch, cozy as shit and just snuggling like birds. He'd just be lying down, half asleep and half trying to enjoy the time he has with you, when all of a sudden... *nom nom nom*

Since this mf deals with guns and whatnot, i'm gonna take an educated guess and say that it's kinda numb on his arms (yknow from all the shakin). And along with the fact you were hiding your teeth behind your lips, I don't think he'd notice it that much.

In his head, he was way stronger and much more capable to deal with the "effects" of bites than you were (wowwwww ok ic how it is ERRON), he just shrugged and let you do it.

"Yeah, sure, fine, whatever. As long as it ain't on you, bite as much as you want, I don't give a rat's ass..."

Like Kano, you'd find him offering you his hands more to nibble on. He finds it ticklish.

I LOVE THIS MAN YOOOOOOO

SPEEDY MCGEE

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

SPEEDY MCGEE MY MANNNN MY HOMIEEEEE

Since he's *ahem ahem* more youthful, than the two other idiots (lovingly), he'd go about this much more understandingly.

The first time he sees you bite something, he just thinks you're bored. He sees it as your beige flag and doesn't think that much of it. But he does take a mental note of it.

Once he starts to notice you biting objects way more often than you should, he starts to get weirded out. Not weirded out at you, but like there was an enigmatic undertone that he could not put his finger on.

I'd think he's a bit awkward I the first few times of realization to ask you about it (bbg 🙏🙏🙏), but he is actually worried about why you do it.

100% went on Google about reasons why you might bite things, and ends up discovering Pica disorder. Needless to say, he got frantic about it, and the next day you don't find any paper clips, coins, loose metal or any small, sharp things

If you just so happened to need one of these things, when you go up to him and ask if he has any, he would probably be running whole MARATHONS internally, thinking you were gonna eat them.

When you two are just hanging out like the lovers you two are (love that), he lets his guard down.

Big. Mistake. Speedster.

Lets say you two were having coffee in your shared home (or his apartment if u don't live together). You both are sitting next to each other on the coffee table, holding hands and shit.

You lay your head on his shoulder, just being all comfy and stuff, holding your hand close to your chest to feel warmth. Your mind kinda drifts away like a log in a current, and you start randomly daydreaming of things that could go wrong (same)

You start thinking about your job, your future, your Hobbies, your home, or your life, getting wrapped up in your paranoia that you partly lose consciousness of your jaw

"Uhm... excuse me, do you...mind?" You hear the voice of Fast Fine Shyt™️ snap you back to reality. You look down and see that you were just biting on the tip of his two fingers, his hand held down by both of yours. You look up at him to see a horrified look, drizzled with fear on the poor man's face.

My mans thought you were a Tarkatan anomaly, and he didn't know whether or not to square up or freeze and hope you don't take chomp. He chose the latter.

I can't blame him. The way you were holding his hand like a snack handle genuinely looked like you were gonna bite his hands off. You weren't a sloppy biter though, it was more of weird than dirty.

"Oh my god oh my god I'm I'm sorry!!" You blurt out apologies rubbing his hand and setting it down. He chuckles, not responding, but the way his laugh trails off makes you think he was just relieved you didn't bite off his hand.

After that day, he monitored you 24/7. He'd spy on you from a corner, scrutinizing your every move, trying to guess what you'd do next. When you're holding big things like plates, books, your phone etc., he doesn't do anything.

But the moment he sees you hold something smaller and thinner, he speeds over, yanking it from your hand.

Doesn't fucking matter what it is 💀 you could be stirring your drink with a teaspoon and he'd run over, grabbing the teaspoon from you and stirring it, handing your drink back to you with peering eyes, confiscating the spoon.

You could be WRITING SOMETHING DOWN in a notepad and he'd rush over, grabbing the pen.

"This is a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Shut up. Here, tell me what you were gonna write, I'll do it for you."

Ironically, you're more weirded out about the situation than he is.

Since you're a legend who stands up for themselves, you decide to inquire about why he's acting weird one day.

The moment you ask why he's acting strange, he'd freeze for what feels like an hour, before exploding with worry about you eating screws and getting hurt. Not to mention how he's concerned you're gonna become a cannibal (you don't know it, but the coffee table incident wasn't the only time you were biting him)

You just kinda look at him funny🧍‍♂️

And then it clicks.

"Ohhhhhhh the biting!". "YES THE BITING". "Oh! I just do it when I get stressed.". "..."

KABAL YOU DOOFUS JUST ASKKKKKK

Anyways, he's way more relaxed than before, but still 100% cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE THIS STRESSED ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?

If you're stressed about something, oh prepare to have this therapist swooping right by your side.

If you're paralyzed with swarming thoughts, brain flicked off, the only thing moving is your hand for you to bite on, this man notices.

"Heyy... heyy..." he'd say, gently, "Are you okay, darling? What's wrong?"

This man is sensitive and emotional, he ain't afraid to get down on his knees to show you he cares. If you're like me and you feel like your stress is too much to be other people's problems, he'd laugh in your face (lovingly)

"Darling..." He'd smile at you, holding you close, "I kill people. Nothing you can say will faze or even be an inconvenience in the slightest to me! And if it is... well, I'd be damned rather than let my baby go through that alone."

(SORRY BUT THE THOUGHT OF HIM SAYING "Darling, I kill people :)" IS FMUUUUU)

Is prepared to hold you close and not let go until you tell him what's wrong. If you tell him you're fine and you truly don't need to talk, he'd allow you to go on with your day, but he'd make it clear as Norwegian water that you can always go to him no matter what.

But if you do talk to him and open up about it, his playful jocose attitude will wither away; only kind and understanding Kabal is left.

No matter how miniscule or serious; no matter how short or complicated, he will listen, not once showing signs of losing interest or focus. Bro is locked in for his love

Once you're done, he'd continue to dissect your problem with you until both you and him understand how you feel. He'd then go on to explain why he doesn't want you to bite things, and how he thinks it's harmful to not verbalize your struggles, no matter how insignificant it may seem.

This heart to heart between the two of you honestly tanked the rate of your bites. You'd find yourself going to him more and more frequently, relying less on letting your thoughts linger negatively, and starting to go to people who loved and cared for you.

He's overjoyed, to say the least.

But if you're an ADHD person, then he's got just the thing.

lets be real with ourselves here. He has it too.

If you're just hyperactive and you need that constant stimulus to just feel something, then his master plan is to distract you.

Oh, what's that? You were gonna bite your finger? Nope! He grabbed both of your hands and forced you to dance with him, making sure to be extra left-footed to make you laugh and forget to bite at all.

I'm a firm believer that he would now offer his hand (or his arm if he's feeling frisky) to use as a replacement. Literally gnaw on them all you want, as long as it isn't you you're biting, he's fine with it.

Were you gonna bite something else? He'd stop you dead in your tracks and ask you a profound and useless question, just to interrupt your train of attention.

You're listening to music, just vibing to the sounds of the bass, completely immersed in the instruments and this figure you were doodling for fun.

Oh what if this was a dog? one two three four, star shapes, angelic connections, train stations in Paraguay... uhhhhhh... should I become a hyperpolyglot? I should make a list. Yeah... I'll make a list. You set your pen on paper, making a haphazard list of random languages you thought were cool, until you reached a dead end. I should learn 15 languages, but I only have 12... three more... three more... hmm...

You bring up your pen to your teeth.

"HEY Y/N!" The charismatic, loving voice called out. You turned your head to Kabal.

"If the show is called Alvin and the Chipmunks, does that mean Alvin isn't a chipmunk himself?"

"I---" You stammer, your brain trying to come up with a solution only for an even weirder one to reform into a question.

Kabal chuckles, walking over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, nose, and lips, holding your hands.

"Don't worry about it." He then leaves. Huh... random

Oh! Arabic! That's a good language... You suddenly remember your train of thought.

You turn back to your paper to write it down, but...

"Where the fuck did my pen go?!"

Cue Kabal snickering on the other side of the room.

AUTHORS NOTES:

AND SCENNEEE. gosh i had sm fun writing this shit ��😭😭 I especially had the most fun with Erron cuz that was hilarious. I'm so creativeeeeeee. Hope u enjoyed it anon. You better enjoy it cuz i procrastinated my 3 literature essays for you 🙄 (it's 100% my fault) love you all <333 I also i know i shouldnt rant i know i know, but i do lowk wanna say that I have this huge issue with my ADHD that makes me put trinkets in my mouth and just nibble. No matter what it is i just wanna bite it, that's why I have a scar on the side of my pointer 😭 SORRY FOR RANTING OK OK IM DONE HOPE U ENJOY

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men React to You Being Whipped for Them

AN: Is it love, if not bound by subtle insanity?

Pairing: LaDs x GN Reader

Emily Bronte (Wuthering Heights): “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Yearning Event

Xavier:

"Sit," you say, practically shoving him onto the bed. "Sleep. On time. For once."

You tuck him in with a look that brooks no argument. "You're going nowhere tonight. I don't care if the world ends. It can wait until morning."

Xavier blinks up at you from under the blanket, wide-eyed. He never imagined he'd live to see the day someone forced him to sleep. He slept plenty as is, but this? This was different.

You lean in, palm cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his pout. "Not sleepy?" you ask, voice soft, lips close.

And then the little gremlin bites your finger. Gently. But still. His eyes glimmer. "Can't sleep," he whispers. "Not tired enough."

He gives you the look. You know the one.

You’re not sure if you want to fight him or kiss him breathless. Possibly both.

Rafayel:

He knows you’re whipped. And he lives for it.

This? This is his dream come true. You, hovering with tissues and cough drops. You, his personal bodyguard, ready to throw hands at anyone who so much as sneezes in his direction.

He flashes smug little smiles at everyone who sees you fuss over him. Sips his tea like royalty. Winks like the menace he is.

Cue: entire exhibition crowd watching you dig through your bag for lozenges because his voice might sound hoarse.

He’s a sucker for love, but terrified to be the first one to say it. So when you pour your heart out first?

He’s free. Free to adore you with all the softness he’s hidden for years. Free to give back everything he’s been aching to share.

He’ll never say it, but this kind of love? This saves him.

Zayne:

He doesn’t know what to do with this. Not at first.

You bring him lunch at work. Spend weeks researching ways to break the curse. Kiss every scar like it’s sacred.

Everyone around you sees it. The way you’re gently, beautifully spoiling him. And they love it. They love this for him.

And slowly… so does he.

At first, he’s confused. Then touched. Then quite overwhelmed.

Because he’s never had this before. Not like this. Not so deliberate. So quietly certain. But over time, it settles in his chest like warmth. Like a memory he never had but always wanted. Like home.

And when he finally learns how to return it. When he stops being afraid of breaking it... oh, gods. You’ll drown in it.

Because Zayne doesn’t love in halves. He just never thought he was allowed to have this.

Sylus:

He’s supposed to be the suave one. The smooth-talker. The charm incarnate. The planner. The tease.

But your easy, unrelenting affection? It undoes him.

“What next?” he asks, leaning down to tilt your chin up. “You going to complain next? ‘Sylus, why can’t you ever plan anything in advance?’” He mocks your voice with a grin, cocky and effortless.

But your smile doesn’t waver. You just wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Like you always have.

“No,” you murmur. “I think it’s an excellent idea to take a vacation. Thanks for planning, Sylus.” You say his name so gently. So sure. Then kiss him with painstaking care.

And he’s stunned. Just… still. A blush creeping in. Throat tight. Something in his chest cracks open.

“Well,” he says, voice lower now. No teasing this time, just a quiet, genuine warmth. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Gods help him. You’re too good at this.

Caleb:

You’re both the problem. The gooey couple that makes strangers jealous and your kids roll their eyes.

Your love is obnoxiously mutual. Like something ripped from a bard’s over-the-top romance ballad. And he lives for it.

He’s jealous by nature. Territorial. But with you? He has never felt more safe. You never give him reason to doubt. Never make him feel like he’s too much.

To be cared for so deeply, to be someone’s center of gravity, it heals something ancient in him. It’s the love he didn’t know he was allowed to have. And gods, he guards it with everything he is.

Because in your eyes? He’s not a colonel. Not a soldier. Not a weapon. He’s just Caleb. And he is so, so loved.

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Sleeping With Them (Literally) 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, implied bad dreams, physical affection, mutual pining?? maybe??, Levi being awkward™, clingy behavior, some light tsundere energy, protective vibes, some suggestiveness (Asmo’s default setting), Beel being The Best™ ♡ Notes: This was purely self-indulgent and born from a burst of insomnia and a deep need for sleepy demon boy comfort. No prompt, just vibes. Gender-neutral reader. Each brother reacts in his own sweet, awkward way—and yes, they’re all canonically clingy now. I don’t make the rules.

𓏸⋆｡˚☁️˚｡⋆𓏸

🕯️Lucifer

 You find him still awake in the dead of night, seated at his desk, lit only by the glow of a single lamp

He's reviewing RAD paperwork with the usual stoic focus, barely glancing up when you enter

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, a touch concerned despite the neutrality in his tone

You nod, murmuring something vague about a bad dream, and instead of brushing you off, he gestures silently to the small sofa by the window

You sit with your blanket in hand, intending just to be nearby, and he lets you—doesn’t press for details, just returns to his work

Somewhere between the quiet scratch of his pen and the rhythmic turn of pages, your eyes slip shut

When you wake, it's morning. You're not on the sofa. You’re in his bed

The covers are warm, tucked carefully around you, and the scent of his cologne clings faintly to the pillow

His coat hangs neatly over the chair beside you, a fresh cup of tea steaming on the nightstand

He’s nowhere in sight, but you have the distinct feeling he didn’t sleep—just quietly carried you to bed when he saw your head nod

No one says anything about it later, but you catch him watching you a little longer at breakfast that morning

The kind of watchfulness that says: next time, just come straight to me

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

💰 Mammon

He’s already in bed, hair rumpled, one leg kicked out of the blanket like always

You knock quietly and peek in, mumbling that you can’t sleep

His eyes go wide, then he fumbles upright, totally alert

“Wha—? You okay? What happened? You hurt?”

You tell him it’s just a nightmare, nothing big

He softens immediately, scoots over, and pats the mattress beside him like it’s obvious

“C’mon. Ain’t no bad dreams gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You lie down next to him and he tries so hard to play it cool—arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling

That lasts five seconds

He shifts closer like he’s not doing it on purpose, like you won't notice him curling toward you

When your hand brushes his by accident, he makes a strangled noise and goes stiff… then grabs it like it’s the most natural thing in the world

“Jus’ so ya don’t get cold,” he mutters, clearly blushing even in the dark

You fall asleep fast, wrapped up in warmth and the quiet muttering of “I gotcha, I’m here” under his breath

When you wake up, he’s out cold, drooling slightly, and clinging to you like a barnacle

You try to move. His grip tightens. You are not escaping

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

🎮 Leviathan

You didn’t even mean to fall asleep

One second you were watching a cozy slice-of-life anime with him, head tipped against the beanbag, and the next, darkness

Levi notices right away

He panics internally. 

Like full-blown “I’m not equipped to deal with this cuteness” meltdown

But you look… comfortable. Peaceful. So he freezes in place

Slowly, carefully, he lowers the volume, gets up, and drapes his hoodie over your shoulders

He debates letting you stay there all night—but what if you get a crick in your neck? What if you wake up cold?

Eventually, he picks you up. Carries you. Cradles you like a rare body pillow

You don’t wake up

He tucks you into his bed, sets a Ruri-chan plush beside you for moral support, and flops onto the floor with a blanket and his headphones

When you wake up, it’s early morning. His lights are dimmed pink, the room is silent, and he’s snoring softly with a controller still in his hands

You stare at him for a long minute, heart aching a little at how sweet he looks like that

You don’t say anything when he wakes up an hour later, scrambling into an apology

You just smile and tell him you slept fine

He’s red for a full day

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

📚 Satan

He’s in his room reading, legs folded under him on the couch, a novel in one hand and a mug of tea in the other

You knock gently, eyes tired, and when he sees your face, he softens

“Bad dreams?” he asks, and there’s no teasing in it—just genuine concern

Without a word, he shifts to make space, patting the cushion beside him

You curl up with your blanket, shoulder brushing his, and he casually pulls another throw over both of you

He doesn’t say much, but his presence is calm, anchoring

Eventually your head tips against his arm and your breathing slows

He waits a few minutes to be sure you’re truly out, then sets his book aside and just… watches you

Not in a creepy way—just quietly fascinated by how peaceful you look, even after the nightmare

When you wake, you’re no longer on the couch—you’re in his bed, under soft sheets

The book he’d been reading is closed beside you, and there’s a little note tucked into the pages with your name on it

You keep it

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

💅 Asmodeus

He’s brushing out his hair at his vanity when you show up at his door, looking rumpled and half-asleep

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he coos, spinning around in a silk robe

When you admit you couldn’t sleep, his whole demeanor changes—still sweet, but softer, more grounded

“Say no more. Come here.”

He leads you straight to his bed, the sheets cool and silky, the scent of his perfume already comforting

You curl up under the covers while he finishes his routine—face mask, lip balm, a quick spritz of sleep spray

Then he slips in beside you, warm and gentle, his arm draped loosely over your waist

He talks to you in low whispers about nothing important—pretty things, soft clothes, silly gossip—until your eyes close

The moment you drift off, he goes quiet, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching your face with a look so tender it almost doesn’t feel like Asmo

The next morning, you wake up to a kiss on the forehead and a softly sung “good morning, sleepyhead”

He never lets you forget how cute you looked curled up against him—but there’s something genuine in his voice when he adds,

“If you ever need me again, you know where I am.”

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

🍔 Beelzebub

It starts with you falling asleep in the kitchen

You’d gone down for a late-night snack, found Beel already there eating cereal straight out of the box

He didn’t say much, just gave you a smile and pushed the box your way

You talked for a while, then leaned against the counter… then slumped onto the bench… and then lights out

Beel doesn’t wake you. Just watches you for a bit to make sure you’re really asleep

Then he scoops you up, careful like you’re made of glass

You wake up halfway through the walk to his room, tucked against his chest

“You looked tired,” he says simply. “You can sleep here tonight.”

His bed smells like vanilla protein powder and fresh laundry. He hands you one of his shirts as a sleep top. It’s comically large

Beel climbs into bed after you and stays on “his side” at first—very polite, very stiff, very big brother energy

But the second you roll toward him, drowsy and half-mumbling his name? He’s there

One arm around your waist, tucking you in close. His chin rests against the top of your head

“I’ll stay up a little longer to make sure the nightmare doesn’t come back,” he whispers

He’s asleep within five minutes

You wake up entirely under him. Full body weight. He's warm. You can't move. He looks peaceful. You stay there

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

💤 Belphegor

You creep into the attic room after a nightmare, not expecting him to be awake

He is

Barely opens one eye, gives you a sleepy “What’s wrong?”

You whisper that you can’t sleep, and he lifts the covers without another word

No teasing, no drama—just the quiet shift of space being made for you

You crawl in beside him, the star-speckled canopy of the ceiling above you

His arms find your waist automatically. He’s already half-asleep again

“You’ll sleep better here,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “I always do”

 Within seconds, he’s out cold

But you’re not. Not yet

You lie there for a bit, warm and stunned, because his breathing is deep and even and his grip is loose but protective

 Eventually, you drift off

When you wake up, Belphie’s draped over you like a sleepy octopus, your legs tangled, his head tucked under your chin

“Don’t move,” he mumbles without opening his eyes

You don’t

You fall asleep again

𓏸⋆｡˚☁️˚｡⋆𓏸

[cranberry-writes]

Dating Headcannons for The Boys characters!

Please send requests, i need motivation

Characters listed; Hughie, Butcher, M.M, Frenchie, Kimiko

Warnings; Mentioned drinking and cannon typical violence/language. Also i’m barely on season 2 please bear with me

Hughie;

- He’s so so sweet about your relationship

- He gets you flowers for no reason other than he saw them and thought you’d like them

- He has thousands of reminders so he won’t forget anything, from a drink you liked to your anniversary he will have it written down.

- Later on in the series he gets protective and cautious about the relationship, scared someone (homelander) will mess it up by hurting you

- He’ll probably push you away a bit to try and protect you but after you knock some sense into him he’ll be back to normal

- Loves park/library dates, going on a picnic during the summer and to the library when it’s to cold out.

- He will do so much for you (flowers, gifts, dates etc) and insist it’s nothing but will cry (happy tears) if you do the same

- Don’t get me wrong tho, he’s still a bad ass (sometimes). He just dosnt want you to think differently of him because of it, he’s hurt people, killed people, and he honestly isn’t too keen on focusing on it. Even if you two are in the same line of work.

- And if you two don’t work together he tries to keep his ‘work’ life and dating life separate, very separate.

“You’ve never told me what you do for work, maybe i could stop by and meet your co-workers.”

“Uh, actually, i don’t think that’ll work.”

“Why not? is everything ok there or something?”

“I-, uhm, work alone, so i don’t even have coworkers for you to meet really, it’s really boring infact you’d probably fall asleep just from me talking about it hahaha.”

- You find out like two days later

Butcher;

- Little shit

- I mean that affectionately

- His pet names will range anywhere from “Darlin’” to “Fucker” and i WILL stand by it

- He’ll probably introduce you to his work before he does his dog

- But his dog is the big ticket, you meeting Terror is essentially his way of proposing before proposing

- He’s protective but not in the “i’ll watch your every move” more in the “im teaching you how to use every weapon to ever exist” way

- Honestly work would probably come before you for a while before he sucks it up and actually makes an effort

- Dates will be at the most shity bar imaginable, unless he’s apologizing for something then he’ll take you to the nicest place he can and put on a suit. (it’s the Cheese Cake factory and he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his jacket but he’s trying)

- Unlike Hughie he will introduce you to his work at some point, granted it would still be a while before he did but he would at some point.

- He’s sweet in his own way

“Darlin’, look what i got ya.” And it’s a Garfield shirt a size to big but you still wear it anyways

MM;

- Definition of husband material

- remembers anything and everything after being told one time

- makes you baths with rose petals and candles and all that stuff if you mention you’ve been tired lately

- Takes you out to the movies and a nice restaurant at least twice a month

- Good gods he’s sweet to you

- He knows how to cook/bake and will make stuff for you all the time

- My guy will make a meal from your culture and practice making it almost daily just to give you a taste of home.

- He really loves back massages and cuddling after a long day

- Put on some crappy reality show for background noise and nap together

- He wants you as far away as humanly possible from his work, will literally say shit like “everyone at work has the plague you can’t visit” as a joke to try and change the subject

- Chances are you won’t find out

- His favorite flowers are tulips and nothing will change my mind about it

“Baby what are these?”

“Tulips, I bought them from a street market on 11th today. They’re your favorite, right?”

“Gods, sweetheart you’re perfect.”

Frenchie;

- When you two meet you both think it’s just going to be a one night stand

-…then it’s two nights, then three, then a week, then you start spending more time at his place than your own. One day you guys just realize you’re moved in and dating

“Are we dating?”

“…Was there anything else we could be mon cœur?”

- honestly i don’t think you two would get together if you weren’t working together, or at least you were also into some shady shit

- But overall you guys have a strong relationship, one gets hurt the other kills someone, someone is hungry the other is already cooking, stuff like that

- He also cooks but it’s only french food, it’s like a super power. He can cook any french food effortlessly but literally anything else he messes up

- If you are french he’ll be super happy someone else will appreciate the same stuff in a similar way

- If not then he’ll be happy to share stuff with you, teach you some french words and tell you about stuff he grew up with

- Honestly he’s just happy someone (other than Kimiko) will listen and take an interest

Kimiko

-I have a confession to make, Kimiko is my favorite and i have a very blatant bias towards her

- Kill anyone you want bby i don’t care ill always like you

- Anyways, It probably takes you a while to get close enough to her that she’ll consider dating you

- Once y’all get to that point i don’t think you could break it tho

- I think she would like constant minimal physical contact, like hand holding or leaning on each other

- I think she’d be pretty protective over you, like someone looks at you wrong and she wants to maul them

- Learn sign language with/for her she will love it

- Draw with her, get her supplies, like those alcohol markers i’m sure she’ll love them

- Honestly i don’t think she’d be big on pet names, she wouldn’t object to it but i don’t think she’d give you one first

- Cook for her, i just think it would be sweet and she deserves it

“I got you some of those markers you’ve been looking at for a while.”

Thank you, this is nice

- Please she’s perfect i love her

[taintedtort]

aaaaaaaaaa your writings make my day a bit better <3 if you're in the mood, could you write some nsfw hcs for kazuha?

" TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF! "

summary. kazuha headcannons

character. kazuha…

warnings. gn!reader, NSFW/SMUT

a/n. omg tysm!!! <33

☆ he’s very vocal i think. either whispering in your ear or just straight up moaning because of how good you feel wrapped around him.

☆ brat tamer, or even a brat himself. i headcannon him as a switch, but maybe more dominant leaning.

☆ goes slow to tease you… he’s very patient.

☆ gives you head like he’s starved, it’s his favorite.

☆ i think he’d try to be strict with you, but ultimately just a few sweet words and a plea from you has him forgetting about punishing you.

☆ maybe a bit into outdoor sex, or at least semi public like on the ship or something.

☆ ^^ if you accompany him and the crew on a trip, then definitely fucks you when no one’s around, wherever he can.

☆ won’t specifically ask for head, but he definitely enjoys it when you give it.

☆ his hands are constantly on you when he’s inside you. either holding your hips or your hands.

☆ big praiser. he praises you over anything.

☆ favorite position is missionary so he can (lightly) tease you about the cute faces you make.

☆ his stamina is pretty okay, can go two rounds pretty easily. when he’s just seeing you after a long expedition though, he’s a bit more eager, so he can handle a couple more than usual.

☆ hair pulling perhaps…? (his)

☆ likes giving you hickeys because you always complain about them. i don’t think he‘d make them in a visible spot since he prefers to keep stuff like that more private.

☆ he likes receiving hickeys too, just also not in visible spots.

☆ covers your mouth if you guys are trying to be sneaky. he may love your noises, but he isn’t too fond of getting caught in the act.

☆ isn’t too freaky with sex toys, but definitely enjoys vibrators on you, or on him.

☆ not too keen on hurting you or degrading you, and doesn’t really care to try it either.

☆ makes you cum first, he feels unaccomplished if he doesn’t.

☆ says "i love you" at least three times while fucking.

☆ favorite place to do it is in the bed since it’s the most comfortable, especially for cuddling afterwards.

☆ aftercare is 10/10.

[zevrra]

—𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 [⋆｡°✩]

syn: just some random sfw & nsfw hc’s i have for jayce and viktor from arcane!!

includes: gn!reader, 18(+) only, fluff, established relationships, mention of kïnks, mention of drinking/being drunk

extra(s): may flesh these out a little more at some point but these are just little thoughts i’ve had in my head recently AAA (check out my other arcane stuff if you enjoy <3)

JAYCE

a heavy sleeper!! can sleep through all 11 alarms he’s set(they’re all set 5 mins apart) but when he does finally wake up he’s somehow a morning person…wakes up full of energy and ready to start the day

drinks black coffee straight up. no sugar or cream and hates the taste but says it helps him “wake up”

sleeps in just boxers

a light WEIGHT!! it takes a total of 2 drinks before he’s buzzed. his max is probably 6 drinks before he’s almost black out drunk

takes 2 hour long showers

hums! he hums aaaalllll the time just anywhere and everywhere! is always humming some kind of tune

when he’s nervous he bites his lips

runs so so hot! like is a natural heater and is constantly warm so he prefers winter over summer

also packs on some weight during the winter like a bear getting ready to hibernate (he hates it, you LOVE IT)

i feel like he LOVES to swim

book smart not so much street smarts

is terrified of insects, specifically wasps (isn’t allergic he just thinks they’re the spawn of satan)

secretly dislikes most sweets. he doesn’t mind them but he wouldn’t reach for sweets over salty snacks if they’re offered

oh he looooooves spicy food!

pet name king. loves calling you everything but your name. especially enjoys calling you “baby” or “babe”

physical touch is 100% his love language!! keeps his hands on your waist or your back he just enjoys touching so much

clingy

clean and perfect handwriting

he’s also either a really good cook or a really bad one i can’t decide jshsjsjd

when he has a bad day he droops like a little rain cloud but is so easy to cheer up

has two left feet and dances for shit (does it anyway because he enjoys it)

is a whole ray of sunshine; laughs with his whole chest, smiles just as bright as the sun, always looking on the bright side of things

[—NSFW BELOW]

obedient asf!!

literally loves being told what to do and how good he makes you feel

is the definition of service top

THRIVES OFF PRAISE!

stamina goes CRAZY, takes some pretty good build up before he comes

100% is a munch

he loves coming home, shutting off his brain from being at the lab for too long, and sitting between your thighs while he makes you feel good

begs for you to sit on his face

begs in general all day every day for it though

“pleaseee pretty… let’s just sneak away…”

says please so much it’s incorporated in his everyday vocabulary

loves kissing too

wild rutting thrusts, fast and rough reaching the deepest parts of you with ease

list of kinks i think he would have; public outings, bareback, begging (receiving or giving), marking (hickies), püssy/cöck worshipping, size kink, breeding, exhibitionism, face sitting/fucking, somno (w/consent!), and sqüirtïng

is huge and he knows it

thick at the base, keeps his girth until the very tip, where he’s a light brownish-pink. veiny and girthy; 7.5 inches

VIKTOR

rarely EVER sleeps (at most he sleeps for prob 5 ish hours every night) but when he does it’s never in an actual bed; says sleeping anywhere else is more comfortable than a bed

a light sleeper for sure, he def wakes up at every little noise and it drives him nuts

is NOT a morning person. he wakes up groggy and irritated before he morning coffee

always asks for “five more minutes” when he needs to get up

either he sleeps in the clothes he wore the day before or when he actually changes he wears a t-shirt and swaps between shorts or actual sleep pants

sometimes needs to be reminded to eat because he gets so focused on working in the lab he forgets to eat a lot

is actually a decent cook! can make basic and simple dishes but nothing extraordinary

drinks very rarely and when he does it takes him chugging liquor to get drunk

messy but pretty handwriting (only he can read it)

a blanket HOG! he has to be fully wrapped up in at least 2 blankets before he can get comfortable enough to sleep

always runs cold and favors summer over winter!

it just gives you a nice excuse to hold his hand out in public

will drop something on purpose just so he can bend over and struggle to pick it up then act like you’re being mean to him jshshfk

will hit you with his cane if you ask him a stupid question

has the BIGGEST SWEET TOOTH

secretly snuck candy whenever he could growing up so now he constantly has it on him

says it helps him focus if he has a little bit of sugar

is actually packed full with sarcasm and makes so many sarcastic comments throughout the day

doodles when he’s trying to figure out an equation

his pet names for you consist more of “my love” or “darling”

his love language is quality time and gift giving (while he HATES receiving gifts)

writes you notes and leaves them around everywhere for you to accidentally stumble across and see

if you manage to get him to accept a gift, he uses/takes it everywhere with him

[—NSFW BELOW]

is a power bottom!

loves it when you dress up for him

SENSITIVE KING

oh he’s so sensitive, especially around his thighs

comes so so so easily (but can go several times in a row)

like a little handjob and some kissing could have him weak in the palm of your hand

well placed, slow, and methodical thrusts. never misses and it always leaves you breathless.

after a really good night spent together is about the only time he’ll ever sleep comfortably in a bed (next to you of course)

would try ANYTHING once

is not shy when it comes to telling you when he wants to fuck

will grab you by the waist with his cane and pull you closer to him just to tell you he wants you sitting in his lap right now

gives me a lil bit of a brat vibes

“why don’t you try asking nicely darling.”

list of kïnks i think he would be into: dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, choking, blindfolds, biting/marking, degradation/praise, püssy/cöck worshipping, oral, cüm play, roleplay (secretly loves professor/teacher stuff)

not as thick as jayce but he makes up for it with length, pale until the tip where he’s a pretty pink. slightly curved upwards, 6 inches

[desideriumwriter]

George Weasley and he just does not have any concept of personal space (affectionate)

Clingy/Touchstarved!George Weasley HCS!

thank uuuuu for this idea anon, i need to write more for my babyboy george :,((((

Gift giving and physical touch are definitely his main love languages.

Endless amounts of random hugs and kisses.

“What was that for?” You’d ask after he’d give you a peck on the cheek out of nowhere.

“Don’t know. Just wanted to.”

After acing one of your OWLS, he had picked you up and spun you around in circles with him while chanting “Brilliant girl! Brilliant girl!”

Will offer to give you a piggyback anywhere, he just wants you to be close to him.

You’d be sitting on the sofa in the common room, studying/reading/doing whatever, George would be sitting next to you when suddenly he’d shift his body to lay his head on your lap. His legs would be hanging off the armchair of the sofa. He’s done this several times.

Or he’ll put his head on your shoulders, occasionally falling asleep and you’d have to wake him.

”George. George, you’re breathing on my neck.”

Or he’ll have your legs on his lap, his thumb rubbing your ankle.

Constant cuddles in either of your dormitories.

“George, I’ll have to go soon. If I get caught in here we’ll both be in trouble.” You’d tell him.

���Mm, just a few more minutes. My mates won’t care anyways.” He’ll huff, snuggling closer.

“They’ll tease you for it though.” 

“They can piss off.”

Only other problem is that boy overheats, he’s like a goddamn human space heater.

You’ll both sneak away into an empty classroom or bathroom in between classes just to smother you in kisses.

You’d unfortunately have to stop him by the time he’d unbutton the first few buttons at the top of your chest, pressing open mouthed kisses to it.

“We’ve haven’t got enough time for this right now, my next class is in less than ten minutes.” 

“We’ll have enough time, you know I’m good with my hands.” He smirked and you gawked at his suggestive comment.

“George!” You softly pushed him away as you fixed your top and looked away to hide your flushed smile.”

It was promising, but you couldn’t afford being late to Snape's class again. You’d press a chaste kiss to his cheek and said you’d could continue with this later.

Always has a hand on you anywhere. 

His arm is always around your shoulders, hooked around your waist. His hand is always laying on your thigh or holding your hand.

You’d sneak off somewhere under the stands around the Quidditch pitch, just to give him what you both called his goodluck kiss before he went on field for a match. 

When his hair was long, he’d let you mess with it as much as you wanted to. Running your fingers through it, braiding it, anything. He just wanted your hands on him.

You’d be standing around anywhere and he’d pop up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin either on your shoulder or the top of your head.

Lovessssss head scratches

In summary, he’s down with anything that’ll keep you next to him.

[jinisnuggets]

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒊𝒆𝒍

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᶜⁱᵉˡ ˣ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ! ᴳⁿ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁰.³ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴺᵉᶜᵏ ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ?

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᶜⁱᵉˡ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵈᵃʸ.

The married life wasn't easy… both of you being young and a married couple, you were never exactly sure how to feel, but you were happy. You fell in love with him and he managed to fall in love with you. Maybe things hadn't started out in the best way but as time passed, you were sure you'd have a happy ending with him.

“Y/n.”

You glanced over at your husband who stood at the doorway looking at you, you smiled, you weren't having the best of days and you were honestly looking forward to this moment with him.

“Yeah?” You responded accordingly, Ciel took note of how long it had taken you to respond and he automatically knew something was wrong, he glanced behind him to check if his butler was hovering over him and upon seeing he wasn't he walked over to the bed where you sat and gave you a back hug.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern filling every corner of his voice, which made you crack out a small smile. Throughout your time with Ciel you were never able to hear his concerned voice be directed at you, so hearing him talk to you with that pitch made you feel some sort of way.

“I'm okay Ciel, don't worry.”

Feeling his head which was now resting on your shoulder, he gave you a small nod in response to your comment. “Bad day?” He asked, at least wanting to have some justice to why you felt upset.

“Yes, just a bad day.”

Again, you felt his head nod in response to you. You both stayed in silence, feeling his breath touching your neck as he lightly kissed you, unwilling to trigger any of your defensive system and wanting to let you relax.

That was what married life with Ciel was like…

Quiet, peaceful, and although you always had disagreements. You would always fix them before you went to bed.

[venuscrashed]

I love the idea that MC can just bring their human logic into any situation especially with demons (obviously), like the blankets protecting them and stuff. So here’s some of the head cannons I have.

Mammon is the one to believe it the most with beel being the most supportive. You cannot tell me he’d scream and be paranoid once you tell him he can’t have his feet on the floor, during a horror movie otherwise he’ll get kidnapped.

Beel would be confused but supportive. “But demons aren’t like that.” He would turn off the lights for you so you don’t have to run upstairs or to you room. Just stands there like 🧍‍♂️and wait.

Levi knew about all this before hand with all the human movies he had watched. Would even go along with it to mess with Mammon. “Of course that’s true. Gosh, Stupid Mammon”

Satan doesn’t believe it but indulges it. Half because he finds it amusing and the other half because it annoys his brothers, especially Lucifer. “Why do you need all those blankets? Protection against demons? Haha, okay here’s more”

Belphie is done with it but still laughs. “Obviously that’s not true” but still is amused when his brothers are so confused and annoyed. Would even try to scare you. Would be behind you when the lights turn off, acting like the demon in the dark….wait

Asmo uses the logic in his posts. Takes a picture with you and captions it something like “feet off floor; no demons coming after us tonight” Would also indulge in it. “Lucifer aren’t you afraid the monster in the closet. Wait! Please look”

Lucifer is so done with your shenanigans. “No MC, there are no demons in your closet. Yes, I checked.” “No MC, no monsters will pull you during the movie” No MC, stop running after turning off the light.” “MC!!!!-“

Diavolo is so fascinated. Like “this is human logic” with stars in his eyes. Even laughs at it and apply it to everyday activities. “Yes, I know no demon will come after me but it’s safe to be safe” Tells it to important officials “my human came up with it. Isn’t it amazing.”

Simeon would quietly laugh. “You are quite the character” will use it in his story’s and all. Would absolutely oblige and humor you. Even brings extra blankets and maybe offer to be with you- has also offered to protect you from demons

Luke absolutely believes it. Protects you from any and every demon so you feel safe. Runs with you after turning off the lights. But never watched horror movies with you, he can’t take that. Has Simeon check his closet before going to bed now.

Soloman absolutely knows about these-maybe even started them. Would use them as a chance to flirt. “I can hold your hand while we run” puts more ideas into your head subtly. Does that laugh whenever the others don’t get it.

Barbatos just laughs and chuckles every time. Also a little bit hurt but knows it’s all for fun. “It hurts my heart that you think about us demons that way. May I change that?” Would tell story’s about scary demons he has met to indulge with your antics. “I once knew a demon who his in kids closet. He’s not doing the best now”

[philistiniphagottini]

Take Me in Your Arms Part 2

Thank you to everyone who helped me come up with this second list. I appreciate the help and the love that you have shown to this silly little series. I really hope you enjoy the second part. Comments and reblogs would be highly appreciated if you want me to do a third part :D

cw. fluff, established relationships, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

Featuring: Topaz, Wriothesley, Zhongli, Boothill, Aalto, Yinlin, Gepard, Jiyan & Xiao

Part 1

Topaz:

Topaz invited you to morning tea, consisting of hot drinks and expensive, delicious pastries. You joined her everyday around the same time, without fail. You found her sitting at the table, a piping hot cup of tea in one hand while she looked at the digital tablet placed in front of her. Without even casting a cursory glance in your direction, she pats the empty spot beside her, inviting you to sit down and join her for your regular tea time break. You accepted her cordial invite and went to sit next to the empty spot beside her, completely missing the mischievous little smirk that painted her lips when you looked away from her. A small squeak was wrenched from your plush lips as she snagged her arm around your plump waist and drew you into her warm lap, your thick thighs draped over hers as she held you close. 

“Topaz” you sputter, swallowing around the nervous lump in your throat as you squirm in her lap. “I’m too heavy to be sitting on you.”

Topaz shot you an incredulous look. “Nonsense” she scoffed. “You’re not heavy at all.”

Her words made your cheeks burn with the force of a raging sun and you struggled to come up with a coherent response, pressed so close to her that you could smell the scent of her flowery perfume lingering on her skin. Her grip around your soft waist was firm, indicating that she wasn’t going to relinquish her hold on you easily as she reached for one of the delicious cakes sitting by its lonesome on the table. 

“These treats are delicious, you have to try them.”

She offered it to you, holding the sweet treat against your lips until you were tempted to have a bite. You spent the rest of the morning like that, having Topaz feed you delicious cakes while you sat pretty in her lap. Numby eventually decided to crawl into your lap, allowing you the honour of pampering him with ear scratches and chin rubs as you enjoyed your snack time with your girlfriend. 

Wriothesley:

You were sitting in Wriothesley’s office while he filled out a stack of paperwork. You were sitting on his couch, flipping through a fantasy novel while the phonograph softly played music to fill the void of silence. Your fingers tapped along the spine of the book to the gentle sway of the music. You were so engrossed in your reading that you didn’t notice that Wriothesley had stopped writing until you were engulfed in his shadow. You paused in your reading, casting your wide, doe eyes up to him with a hint of curiosity sparkling in their depths. A small smile played on his lips as he politely bowed before you, a hand placed over his heart as he offered his other hand out to you.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, a hint of playfulness to his voice. 

Your cheeks felt warm as you awkwardly cleared your throat. “I have two left feet” you explained. “I’ve never been taught a proper waltz.”

Wriothesley’s patient smile still tugged at the corners of his lips as he wriggled his fingers, trying to entice you to take his hand. “I can teach you. Just stand on my feet and I’ll do the rest.”

His suggestion makes you quickly shake your head from side to side, a timid look passing over your features as you shyly avert your gaze. “I’ll just squish your toes” you lamented. “I’m too heavy.”

The despondent tone of your voice only makes him worry. With the patience of a saint, he slowly reaches for your hands, making you drop your book as he wraps his large hands around your wrists and pulls you to your feet. Your surprised squeal quickly pivots into warm laughter bubbling up your throat as Wriothesley twirls your plump figure in a circle, strong arms catching you around your plump waist and pulling you closer until your chests are touching. You have to crane your neck back to look up at him, his ice blue eyes glimmering like crystals as he stares back at you. His thick arms wrap around your soft waist as he easily lifts you and hoists you until your feet are planted firmly on top of his. You shuffle awkwardly, scared that you’re too heavy to be standing on top of his toes like this but Wriothesley casts all doubt from your mind.

“You’re not a burden. Just follow my lead. You’ll be fine.” 

His strong arms squeeze your plump waist as you reach up and coil your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the baby hairs lining the nape of his neck as he leads you in a close, intimate dance. His heavy boots tap rhythmically against the floor as he slowly dances with you along to the soft melody, a smile playing on his lips as the tension slowly eases from your shoulders. Your soft body squishes under his touch as he spins you in place, eliciting a warm smile from your soft features. Only for you to erupt with laughter as he suddenly dips your body before wrenching you upright once more. 

“See look at that, you’re a natural” Wriothesley chimes as he spins you once more. 

You hum softly, eyes occasionally glancing at the placement of your feet. “It’s because you’re a good teacher.”

Wriothesley softly snorts in response, holding you closer as you both indulge in the dance just a little longer. 

Zhongli: 

You were dead tired after a long, hard day at work. A warm bath soaking in essential oils was a welcome treat and you simply melted into a warm puddle of goo as you relaxed your weary, plump body in the warm waters. Zhongli joined you as well, but not in the tub. Instead, he sat by the porcelain rim, helping to wash and detangle your hair of any knots. He even helped wash your back as you recounted the day's events, his deep voice calm and soothing to your ears as he washed your hair of any remaining soap suds. 

“And the worst part?” you added at the end of your story. “I get to do it all again tomorrow.”

A warm chuckle breezed past Zhongli’s lips, his rich voice sending a pleasant tingle down your spine as he carded his fingers through your damp hair. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of your temple and making you purr in content as the firm touch of his hands eased the aches and pains in your sore muscles. 

“You’ll survive, dear” he replied. “You’re strong.”

You lapped up his attention eagerly, practically glowing with content. You soaked in the tub for a little longer, only considering getting out when your skin started to prune from being in the water for so long. Zhongli noticed too and he stood up to fetch your towel, his voice echoing off the tiled walls as it cut through the wisps of steaming stemming from your bath. 

“I believe it's time for you to get out now, dear.”

You hummed in agreement as Zhongli’s shadow fell over you, small ripples dancing along the water’s edge as you tucked your knees closer to your chest. It wasn’t that you were reluctant to get out, but your legs felt like the consistency of jelly and you didn’t know if you’d be able to stand without some semblance of pain lancing through your nerves. 

“I don’t think I can get up” you said. 

You were only half joking. You really weren’t sure. You still weren’t keen on getting out. But Zhongli did not scold or reprimand you, telling you that you were exaggerating or rolling his eyes at your antics. He pursed his lips as he hummed thoughtfully, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled past his elbows to expose the gold and amber engraved into his strong arms. 

“Then I’ll just pick you up myself.”

You only just registered his words as he reached into the tub, arms looping under your armpits when he was suddenly lifting you. With a surprised squeak you followed his movements, standing on shaky legs only to have them swept out from underneath you in the next instance. Your head was slightly dizzy as your plump thighs rested over Zhongli’s arm, the other looped around your soft middle as he effortlessly lifted you out of the tub, water sloshing and spilling over the lip of the tub to wet the tiled floor below. You knew Zhongli was strong and he had picked you up several times before, but it never failed to make you swoon when he handled you like your weight was not a burden to him. You were dripping wet in his arms but he didn’t seem to mind the contact of your soft body as he placed you down on an old, wooden chair that was seated in the corner of the bathroom. You were only shivering for a few, brief seconds before Zhongli wrapped your big, fluffy towel around your plump body, placing another on top of your head as he assisted you with drying your hair.

You stayed nice and still for him as he ran the towel through your hair, massaging his fingers through the damp strands as he scratched a pleasant itch along your scalp. You peeked up at him beneath the towel once he was done, a little smile dancing on your lips as your eyes shimmered with amusement. He cocked his head to the side, waiting patiently for you to speak.

“Can you carry me back to bed too?” you asked.

It was more of a suggestion. A hopeful suggestion. And to your delight Zhongli nodded along, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I can do that, little love.”

Boothill:

You noticed that you had been gaining weight recently. And that revelation made you feel miserable. Boothill started to notice your shift in mood as well. It was particularly concerning to your cyborg space cowboy when he noticed you picking at your food one day, a sullen look weighing down your features as you poked and prodded your food with the tip of your fork. He was sure he hadn’t seen you take a bite yet.  

“What’s wrong, darling?” Boothill asked, mechanical voice whirring with concern from the other side of the table.

Your gaze flickered over to him, the chair he was sitting in creaking when he leaned forward. You shook your head as your gaze travelled back to your plate of food. 

“It’s nothing” you denied, voice despondent. 

“Ah fiddlesticks, don’t say it ain’t nothing darl. You’ve barely touched your food. Come on, you can tell ol’ Boothill what’s got you so down in the dumps.”

So you tell him. You lament to him how you’ve noticed your recent weight gain and how it is making you feel miserable. You can’t bring yourself to eat. Food doesn’t bring you joy anymore. Eating just means you’re going to gain more weight. Boothill only interjects when you start comparing yourself to other people who have perfect, flawless bodies and how you could never hope to achieve something like that.

“Hold up doll” Boothill said, brows pinched together in a fierce look. “Has anyone been saying something about your weight? Because I’ll go and get the muddlefudger and give ‘em a real good shake down.”

And you reply that no, no one has been saying anything to your face about it. But Boothill could still see the sadness lingering in your stare and it made him draw you into his arms. You resist at first when he tugs on your wrists, but with enough gentle coaxing you get up from your seat and make your way over to Boothill. You fall into his lap as he loops an arm around your plump waist, his other metal hand resting on your back as you balance yourself on his knee. 

“Hey sweet pea, you’re not doing yourself any favours by stressing about it” Boothill said, his voice soft. 

You hummed in response, still weepy eyed and looking miserable. It only made Boothill want to coddle you further. He tipped your chin in his direction, the cold bite of his metal fingers on your warm skin only stinging briefly before the cool touch started to heat up from the warmth of your skin. 

“Now I know I could tell you not to worry about it until the cows come home and you’ll think I’m full of hogwash. But you’re the prettiest person I know and ain’t nothing gonna change that. It doesn’t matter to me if you gained a little weight. Hell, you need me to pick you up like last time and prove that I can still toss you around?”

His words eventually started to sink in the more he talked and that last part made you snort a little. Boothill was beaming that he finally was able to at least make you smile a fraction. He squeezed your soft waist, running his hand along the ridges of your spine as you settled more comfortably in his lap. 

“Come on darl. You’ve got to eat. And if you’re still upset about all this later? We’ll work something out, I promise.”

Aalto

You had been feeling down a bit lately and Aalto started to notice your sullen mood. When he asked you what was wrong one day, on a warm spring day where the flowers were just starting to bloom once more, you told him what was wrong. 

“I think I’ve been gaining weight again” you lamented, eyes downcast and shy as you avoided looking at your boyfriend. 

A thoughtful hum stirred in the back of Aalto’s throat as he peered at you beneath the rim of his sunglasses. “Are you sure? Here, let me check.”

You barely register his words in your head, a soft “huh?” falling from your parted lips as Aalto waltzed over to you, wrapped his arms around your plump waist and lifted you up. You barely had time to brace yourself, hands scrambling for purchase on his sturdy shoulders as he held you aloft with ease, arms hugged tight around your soft waist as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 

“Nah, you weigh the same to me” Aalto replied. “Light as a feather.”

A soft snort stirred in the back of your throat and you started to smile at his goofy attitude. Aalto was obviously impressed with himself, preening under your attention as you fondly shook your head, rotten thoughts dispelled as you pinched his cheeks until they were cherry red. 

“You’re such a charmer” you playfully bit. “And a bit of a dork.”

Aalto playfully wriggled his eyebrows as you cupped his warm cheeks. “Yeah, but I’m your dork, hun.”

You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him stupid.

Yinlin

Yinlin’s lap is reserved for you and you alone. Whenever you’re having a particularly bad day or whenever you start complaining that you’re just a tad too heavy, she’s immediately pulling you to her lap to coddle you. She babies you a little as she wraps her arms around your plump waist and balances you on her knees. She means well as she pinches your chubby, round cheeks between her fingers and tugs until you are smiling at her, giggling shyly as you playfully swat her hands away. Yinlin is good at weaving her words, validating your feelings and making you feel desired despite your complex relationship with your body image and weight. You feel pleasant tingles run along your spine as her fingers dance along your back, drawing soothing patterns into your body as she gives your soft waist a squeeze. 

“Don’t beat yourself up, sweet thing” she coos. “I think you’re perfect, just the way you are. And no one can tell you otherwise. Not even you sweetie.”

You give her a bashful smile and nod, playing with the long strands of vibrant red hair as you silently start to knot braids into the silky smooth wisps, making yourself comfortable as Yinlin let you stay in her lap for a little while longer. 

Gepard

You were running through the streets of Belobog, very, very late to a meet up with Serval. You were hoping, praying, that you weren’t going to be scolded for your tardiness as you rushed through the streets, dodging and weaving past people as you rushed to her workshop. Unfortunately for you, just as you reached the front door, you slipped on some ice in your haste, the heels of your boots making a terrible, shrieking noise that grated against your ears as you skidded. But fortunately for you, you ran straight into Gepard just as he left his sister’s workshop and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking, you would have smashed your face into the pavement. 

Your head was spinning as Gepard caught you and saved you from a nasty fall, his strong arms wrapped tight around your plump waist as he held you aloft and completely halted your momentum. You swear you went cross eyed from the abrupt stop, your gut lurching and you felt like you were about to choke on the raggard breath that got lodged in your throat. You were panting like you were currently fighting for your life, your legs aching something fierce from having sprinted all the way from the other side of Belobog just to get here. You groaned in pain and squirmed in Gepard’s hold.

“Woah easy there” he said, arms squeezed tight around your soft waist as he continued to hold you. “Slow down and take a deep breath.”

You were both stunned from what just happened and unbeknownst to you, Serval was snickering at you both from the doorway, subtly reaching for her phone to take a sneaky picture of you two both in the moment. You absentmindedly pat Gepard’s arm as he helps to put you the right way up, yet he still refused to let you go easily as he examined you head to toe for any sign of injury.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine, Gepard. Thanks for catching me.”

“You need to be careful. You shouldn’t be running through the streets like that” Gepard lightly reprimanded. 

You opened your mouth to say something but you swallowed your words when you realised that he was still holding you off the ground in his big, strong arms. It was like your weight meant nothing to him and you were starting to swoon from the sight. Your head was spinning again for a different reason. 

“Um, hey Gepard?” you asked, interrupting his small tirade about safety as you timidly licked your lips. “Can you please put me down?”

It took a long moment before Gepard realised just exactly how he was holding you and that you were a tad flustered because of it. He immediately apologised, stumbling over his words as he carefully placed your feet back on the ground. You hummed in appreciation, sparing him a sheepish smile as you straightened your clothes out. Serval snickered from the doorway again, a little louder this time and you both heard it this time as she playfully waved her phone, the screen displaying the awkward moment in clear, high pixel resolution. She crowed about it the entire week, calling you the cutest couple she had ever laid her eyes upon.

Jiyan

“Is something the matter?” Jiyan asked. 

His question caught you off guard and the first thing to fall from your mouth was a very undignified:

“Huh?”

He’s not perturbed by your response. He actually thinks it’s a little endearing the way you had been caught in a seemingly peaceful daydream as you blinked owlishly up at him, the flutter of your lashes over your round, chubby cheeks an adorable sight that he smiled fondly at. He politely cleared his throat and started again. 

“I’ve noticed you stealing glances at me for quite some time now” he explained. “Is everything alright?”

You feel your cheeks get warm under his soft gaze and you can’t help but fiddle with the flaking skin around your nails as a small distraction. You obviously hadn’t been subtle enough with the longing glances you had sent his way, staring at him for longer than was probably appropriate but given how intimate you already were with the General, he didn’t take offence to it. It looked like you had something on your mind as he patiently waited for you to carefully pick the words out of your brain and form a coherent response. 

“I was just thinking…” you started. “I…have a request.”

You stole another glance at him, feeling your cheeks get hotter by the second as you squirmed on the spot and let your thoughts come tumbling out. 

“I…Can you-Could you please pick me up in your arms?”

Jiyan stared at you in mild surprise, the request not at all what he was expecting. Before he even got the chance to respond, you immediately cut him off, waving your hands in the air as you tried to swat the words out of the air and dismiss the request. 

“I’m sorry, that probably sounded a little weird. It’s just I let my thoughts wander but you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable” you rambled, going off on a tangent like you needed to give a satisfactory explanation for your behaviour. “Just ignore it, I know it’s a strange request and you-”

You only stop short when you realize Jiyan was standing right in front of you and bundling you into his arms without a second thought. You squeaked loudly, every muscle in your body locking up as Jiyan easily picked you up in a bridal carry, your plump legs thrown over his arm while he hooks the over around your soft waist. You stared up at him in a daze, words stuck in your throat as you stared at his handsome face as he offered you a kind smile.

“Like this?” he asked. 

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as you started to nod your head vigorously in agreement. He made it look so effortless and you felt weightless being held in his arms like this; a complete dream come true.

Xiao

“Are you coming?” Xiao called down at you from atop the roof of Wangshu Inn.

You nodded in response as you slowly climbed the winding branches interwoven throughout the humble inn. Dusk was just settling in and tonight was going to be a clear night. Perfect for sitting under the stars and gazing at them for hours on end. A small huff puffed passed your plump lips as you reached for the next branch, pulling yourself up as you neared the shingled rooftops. Xiao stared down at you from above, his lips pressed into a tight, thin line as he took keen observation over your footfalls. You insisted that you could climb up here yourself and that Xiao didn’t need to use his teleporting capabilities to whisk you up. It was partial because whenever he did use that ability on you, it left you feeling nauseous for several, terrible minutes. 

He was only able to stand watching you clamber up for barely a minute before he vaulted over the edge and decided to help you up himself. It’s not that you couldn’t do it by yourself, you were capable. It’s just he couldn’t think of all the possible cuts and splinters you would get, blemishes on your soft body that he highly adored. The thought irked him enough that he decided to help you the rest of the way. He wordlessly landed beside you and before you could get a word out, Xiao wrapped his arms around your plump waist and hoisted you up before he took a mighty leap and landed back on the rooftop. 

Your head was spinning but in a pleasant way as Xiao slowly lowered you back down until you were standing back on your feet. You offered him a shy smile, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The sunset was gorgeous from where you were standing and as you admired the view, Xiao gently grabbed your wrist and guided you to sit down. Only for you to fall into his lap as he purposefully tugged you down on top of him until you were firmly seated on top of his legs. You figured Xiao must have been in a good mood if he was being so bold with you and the thought made you feel a little warm and fuzzy on the inside. He silently wrapped his arms around your soft waist once more, tugging you closer as he hooked his chin on your shoulder and watched the sunset with you.

[meracyn]

⁀➷ cherish !

synopsis shuichi fits right in as a perfect boyfriend—well, aside from his inexperience and shyness, that is. warnings none author’s notes I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONY 🐬🐬🐬‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 / sorry guys i tried to be professional but i always end up doing jokes..

a total gentleman; respects your privacy and space, won’t be all over you, startle you or anything— just tell him you want to be alone for a while and shuichi won’t press further

shy though, shuichi is like those boyfriends who do their best to treat their partner the way they deserve but are somewhat clumsy too

like he would pull a chair for you, open and close the car doors, but if you’re both about to enter a mall for example, shuichi would push a pull door and pull one that says push.. its out of his nervousness though please comfort this guy he needs it

helps you with your homework if you ask, even if you meant it as a joke shuichi would take it seriously and go over to where you are, begin reading + explain the best he can

the type to not give you the answers directly...he wants you to try and do it yourself but will give you hints/examples of his for you to have an idea of knowing what to do

insecure, has a lot to do with his trauma. shuichi feels inferior you could say, feels as if he isn’t enough and weak, doesn’t voice it out loud though, worries you might think less of him if he talks about it

gets embarrassed easily when it comes to physical contact, even a slight brushing of your hands already has this boy blushing and heart pounding against his chest

the longer you two date, shuichi will get more comfortable. in terms of holding hands, cuddling, kissing too; in the start there will just be small pecks here and there at times, has a habit of hiding his face under his hat after a kiss

when shuichi is anxious, holding hands or just placing your hand above his calms him down a lot, if you give him a kiss it will make him snap out of it, especially if you do it out of nowhere

dating shuichi means being around kaito and kaede constantly, but not to a point where it’s suffocating and you both never have a moment alone, the two are aware of it so it’s more like some hangouts on most days while others are just you and shuichi chilling together

probably researches about stuff like ‘how to be a good boyfriend’ and asks his friends about it—mostly to kaito—who tells him things such as, “you gotta be more manly!” or “if you want to have a lasting relationship you need to work on those muscles, i’ll be your leader”

gives you gifts, could be a bouquet of your favorite flowers to a book/game you wanted or a snack you like, shuichi doesn’t want you to think he’s bad at expressing his love for you so he spends time reading about relationships if he has free time and you aren’t near him

kinda dry with his texts...but not in a bad way, shuichi is still learning after all so he will still be clueless at times

by dry, i mean like “BABYYYYY LOOK AT THIS LMAOOO ITS SO FUNNY AHAHAHAJ” – you

“lol” – him 😭

it’s okay though he’s still trying his best to be a good boyfriend

is so in love with you <3

[hivemuthur]

If it’s okay to request, may I request hcs or something with Viktor where he’s dating an autisc reader?

Okay, first of - I have no idea what I have done to be granted such trust, thank you so much Anon! I have been provided amazing advice from @rennethen while writing this and done some research and I hope, I hope, I hope it meets expectations.

ViktorXAutistic!Reader HeadCannons

viktorxgn!reader mature, fluff and again: Viktor setting impossible standards for real-life men

author’s note: I have decided to not include tics, as they come in so many variations and I didn't want to impose anything upon Readers, but I can imagine Viktor being a total sweetheart about them.

word count: 1,4K

—

Since your first meeting, Viktor has been smitten with your bluntness and your ability to take his acrimonious jokes apart without a hint of incredulity in your voice. The way you keep asking subsidiary questions until you dig through the layers of his sass to the actual thing he meant to say  leaves his soul naked as day, every single time. Finally, an inquisitive mind, he thinks to himself, as you go for the killing blow:

“So, what you’ve meant to say is that you find me attractive?”

“Eh, I suppose that is what I meant,” he admits dumbly, scratching the back of his neck. “Though usually I tend to be a little bit less straight forward.”

“I prefer straight forward,” you tell him with wide eyes.

“I… I shall remember that.”

Viktor soon realises that being asked a lot of questions makes him blush in a funny way and his chest gets all fuzzy. So, he begins to share every little aspect of his work with you. The more questions you ask, the warmer his heart gets and somehow the way you get excited about his ideas is worth more than any other academical pat on the back he ever received.

Before asking you out for the first time, Viktor conducts a thorough research, not very different to the ones he conducts for the sake of a thesis. He finds out what are your favourite places and favourite spots to sit. He books two reservations, just in case.

He does the same thing when you try out a new place. Just in case. It has proven useful only once.

As a man who values routine, he finds it absolutely endearing that good things remain in your orbit for a long time and discovers that being greeted with his own name by the barista is actually a nice little feeling.

When he asked you if he could kiss you for the first time, he held his breath while you were reconsidering. He found it hard not to laugh stupidly and nod his head a couple times too many when you responded with the same question.

He cupped your face and brushed his thumb on your lip tentatively. At first, he just rubbed his nose against yours. Then, his cheek, as he pulled you closer. You decided his hair smelled nice and that he could proceed. You didn’t know what to do with your hands at first, because he was wearing an incredibly itchy jumper, so you settled on his neck, and he took it as an invitation to kiss you deeper.

When you told him about it he gave the jumper to Caitlyn, and even though the sleeves are not long enough for her, she wears it often. Gradually, Viktor is in the process of exchanging his wardrobe to touch-friendly materials, currently he is half-way through. He wears the offensive clothes to meetings with Jayce, because Jayce will hug even a hedgehog.

You teach Viktor the value of comfort, not just in the clothing department. Suddenly he finds that his blankets are softer and that his flat increased the base number of cushions.

He religiously cuts the tags out of your clothes and his work is so precise it’s as if the tag was never there in the first place.

Viktor will still periodically ask for a permission to touch you, only to hear “Yes, please.” And it still makes him blush.

He keeps two notebooks—one on your current food fixations. He writes down a start date of each and marks every little alteration. He examines the lifecycle of each dish, as you eat it every day for a month and suddenly stop, to move on to the next one. On the back of the notebook he has a list of old reliables.

The second notebook, he treats more seriously—it’s a journal of stimming. He makes a note of each gesture in order to recognize your emotions better. After a while he is able to tell if you are feeling overwhelmed, just excited or trying to concentrate.

He is completely bemused by the fact that you always know what entered the bowl first—the cereal or the milk.

When you unconsciously repeat words back at him in his accent he makes it intentionally heavier, because he finds in unbearably cute.

After some time, he’s learned to recognise when you are masking. When it happened for the first time, he allowed himself a pinch of panic. Only when you unravelled at home, he sighed, partially relieved, and made a note of it in his journal.

Viktor carries a pair of noise cancelling headphones when you go out together. He puts them on you if you get overstimulated and presents you with something else to shift your focus into—a tight hug, a smell or he presses gently on your shoulders to steady you.

If you happen to have a meltdown at either of your homes, he wordlessly prepares you your favourite food and stays close enough for you to reach. Sometimes, he does a full body scan with you, to see which part requires the most attention.

There are certain sounds that Viktor makes which you particularly like—the click of his tongue, the intercepting ‘ehs’ and ‘ahs’—and once he connects the dots between him making those and a smile that always blooms on your face, he produces as many as he can, while still sounding natural.

He enjoys just existing with you. Sitting in the same room, while he works, and you read is his definition of a happy place. Just glancing over to you, your tongue filling your cheek as you read something particularly interesting, the small sounds you make at turning points in the story make his heart flutter.

He finds himself involuntarily memorizing the lyrics of the songs you play on repeat. He has no idea who the artist are, but he knows their songs by heart now. It makes him feel old, in a funny way.

It completely disarms him, when you return his gifts. After three futile attempts to give you something of popular romantic demand, he scolded himself for not changing the method soon enough. Instead of jewellery, he encourages your special interests, through getting you books on the topics or taking you places that embody your passions.

On the other side of the coin, your gifts are deeply appreciated. Every little pebbling trinket has it’s special place in the box on his desk. He takes them out periodically and counts how many times a tiny detail in the chaos of the outside world has made you think of him.

For dates, Viktor chooses times and days in which the world is less crowded. Instead of a busy Saturday night, you go out in the middle of the week. After a particularly failed attempt of gifting you perfume, Viktor takes you to a balm perfume workshop, where you can make scents for each other that are buildable and unoffensive to sensitive skin.

He’s built an intimacy with you that is based on trust and constant checking. He takes care of the mood and gives you enough stops to reconsider on the way.

You both talk a lot during sex. A change of mind is natural and there is enough space made for it. He has learned a lot about himself, and his self-esteem strengthened, when he realised that, ‘I don’t like it,’ doesn’t mean ‘I don’t like you.’

If, for whatever reason, the communication turns nonverbal, you both have come up with a system of pats that signals where each of you should direct your attention.

Your inquisitive mind helped him find three additional positions, in which he feels comfortable and painless, and it eludes him entirely how he could have missed them.

Viktor’s favourite part of aftercare is cuddling you naked. He adores the way your warm body melts into his. If you add head scratches to it, he will fall asleep in your arms. He breaths in the smell of your hair and his heart beat evens out with yours.

[a-hermit-pining]

Househusband Caleb

AN: Everyone who bargained their first child and soul, pay up 🫴🏻 jk please enjoy! Thank you for being online strangers who make me happy.

Genre: Househusband au

Pairing: Caleb x gn reader

(I do not own these characters)

He just sort of takes a break from the fleet… and that break turns into a full-on career change. Sure, he enjoyed being a fighter pilot, but those years had been grueling, demanding both his life and his morals. He doesn’t regret it, but he doesn’t miss it, either.

The two of you never really had time to sit together, to talk, or to steal even a few peaceful moments without work pulling one of you away.

But now, he’s come to love the mornings, where he can chase you down with breakfast. Afternoons, where he surprises you at work with lunch. And evenings, when your smile blooms as you come home to him.

After a lifetime of running in all directions, he’s found joy in the quiet life. It takes him a while to figure himself out, to rediscover who he is beyond the fleet, beyond revenge. And your home gives him just that.

He integrates into the neighborhood effortlessly, the type to charm all the neighbors with homemade desserts, join kids in games of hide-and-seek, and somehow turn into the guy everyone waves at when they pass by.

And the moms love him too, he is the newest addition to their gossip session because the food he brings to the potlucks makes him an elite member. So neighborhood intel is all in his hands.

He’s not exactly your manic pixie dream boy because he was once a sad beige mom (ref his Skyheaven penthouse). Therefore, he is your pragmatic pixie dream boy.

He probably gets into something super niche, like wood carving or running a pop-up bakery stand, which eventually grows into his own small business. It gives him something to focus on, something that’s just his.

That said, he’s big on DIY. One day, you leave for work and come home to find detailed plans for a sunroom in the backyard. “I had some time,” he says, as if he didn’t just design an entire architectural expansion in a single afternoon.

Your dogs love him. He’s a big dog guy. The type who bonds with huskies, retrievers, or labs. He loved taking them on walks, so a whining huskies seems like just the challenge he needs in his cottage core life.

Weekends are a treat in your shared household. After countless failed attempts to wake up early and cook him breakfast before he’s up, you finally manage to pull it off once. And the way his eyes light up when you and the dogs walk in with the breakfast tray? Worth it.

If you’re a corporate weapon, then by all means, spoil him. Sure, he has his own money from years of service, and he’d never ask for anything. But have you seen how attached he is to that dog tag necklace? There’s no way he wouldn’t absolutely treasure everything you give him. It’s not about the price, it’s about the fact that it’s from you.

But it is the days, when you randomly bring him flowers that make him the happiest. Just a simple gesture of appreciation is deeply felt, quietly cherished, as he arranges him into the vase on your dining table.

At this point, your coworkers are used to stashing away the gifts you get delivered to the office for him, just in case he shows up for lunch.

He always makes a point to bring snacks for your colleagues, partly because he enjoys baking, and partly because it never hurts to have allies in the office. After all, someone has to keep him updated if anyone dares to hit on you.

He also makes sure to prep all your favorite snacks over the weekend because hangry you is beyond even him. He swears by an ingredient household, better believe he’s your personal Nara Smith, whipping up cookies-and-cream ice cream from scratch just because you had a craving.

Would be absolutely hilarious if you both dressed up as Nara and Lucky for Halloween. He’s Nara. Obviously.

[deadghosy]

Mattheo with a Percy Jackson! Reader headcannons

Makes you do some shit with water most of the time.

“Yo, y/n can you put water in my cup?” And it could be at a restaurant or just at home as he pushes his glass towards you. You narrowed you eyes before water came down rushing at mattheo. Mattheo is then soaked with a smile. His brown curly hair drenched covering his eyes. “Thanks.” “No problem Matt.”

The two of you just doing chaotic ass shit to the point you two has be separated in class 😭

A funny little headcannon I have in my mind is that Mattheo definitely opens his mouth so you can move water into it. He definitely did this either sober or high at least.

Imagine just you trying to make mattheo drink water as he is drunk as hell and you just splash him with a random wave of sink water

Headcannon on Mattheo making dumb ass water jokes at you

“Are you h20? Cause I wanna drink you up.”

“…are you fuckin high?”

Imagine mattheo on a hot day asking you to make the common room a fucking big ass pool.

“You’re the heir of the god of seas…can’t you just make a big wave of water come?” “And you want me to flood the damn common room with water?” “…yess..”

Imagine you two just messing with other Slytherins for fun. Always doing shit for in as the heir of Poseidon

“You see Theodore?” Mattheo says pointing at the Italian Slytherin who was relaxing by the lake

“Yeah?” You said confused.

“Push his ass into the water…” you looked at mattheo as if he was crazy. But you then chuckled nodding as a body of water dragged Theodore into the black lake. Immediately Nott came out of the water cursing, you and mattheo couldn’t hold im the laughs. That’s when Theodore spotted you two. The tall Slytherin strutted over to where you and mattheo hid.

“SHIT MATTHEO RUN!” You yelled running as mattheo followed your lead. “TORNA QUI, YOU PUSSIES!” Theodore yelled in an angry tone. His native language slipping out. (Come back here)

[kaz-dekadent]

i wish i was rich so i could buy a big house from the xix century that has an observatory with a decorative copper frame that i would turn into a big lab for viktor, then i would buy him all the equipment he needs, also make the house very accessible for him. and maybe it would have a big art nouveau elevator with stained glass of pink tulips, also a lot of places to sit, like velvet sofas embroidered in roses or a bay window with flowery curtains.

and it could have a glass ceiling of windows i could let the sun into after i carry him sweetmilk with honey, the presence of which fills the morning's scent. and i would kiss his forehead before i head to work, while the sun would create shining lines on his chocolate hair, pretending its golden like his eyes. and I would scold him for not washing it...

and after i come back i would cook us pasta with spinach for dinner, then the succulent scent fills the air while i take him to the kitchen decorated with pastel-colored tiles that are ornamented with plant motifs, older than both of us. and when we are both eating i would tell him about my day, then make us green tea to convince him to take a break, during which i would sit on the olive-coloured upholstery of the bay window to listen to him talk about his experiments as he lays his head on my lap, then falls asleep on it. and i would admire him, as I stroke his soft hair, also his bony back, at the same time as he's napping peacefully on my thigh, while his fists lay close to his gentle face, alternately with looking through the glass wall into the greenness of our blossoming english-style garden, that we spend summer middays in.

and when he wakes up i would go with him to the heaven of his laboratory where he sits on my lap like if it was a feather-filled pillow, as he conducts his experiments, i would admire my precious genius, calling him my smart boy as i kiss the pale skin of his collarbone. and he would explain his experiments to me, whispering, as i nod and listen carefully, peeking at papers he spills blue ink on. and the sun creates a white, shining, blinding luminescence on the gears in addition to everything else gleaming in the afternoon lab.

and when the sun sets, i would sit on the laboratory's floor, with him between my thighs, his shoulder under my chin, my hands around his waist, while we would both watch as the blue of the sky turns into goldenness decorated with pink clouds, then turns into darkness decorated with the stars.

nsfw under the cut

and as the voyeurish sun is not there anymore, we're in the privacy of the night, our clothes transport to the cold floor beside us. and he will be laying on the floor, on pillows to give himself comforting warmth, in the perfect position to look at the stars. and i would be on top of him, so i can look at the beauty of the only star that matters. dark moles on the paleness of his petite body are a negative of the stars glistening in the dark absolute. and I photograph him in my mind as i make him see twice as many stars as there are in the sky. and the photography shows him shaking, holding tight onto me so he won’t fly away, his eyes coated in haze similar to the clouds on the firmament. and his whole pretty face is shining like clean night from wetness, sweat, tears, everything that i squeezed out of him like out of a luscious fruit.

and after a time of lying to recover i put some of my clothes back on, just to take them off as i carry him to the shower in the bathroom that's lavender tiles wrap around us. and i stand in water, including steam that softens the skin of both of us, as he sits on the shower bench, letting water drip down to the shiny ceramics, while my foam-filled fingers brush his hair, and the water dyes it black for a moment. and when he is clean, the air is filled with the lavender fragrance of the natural soap, then i give my back to his hardworking fingers to rub, to bathe my skin.

and after we both come out naked into coldness outside the shower, i would dry us both then clothe in matching sleepwear sewn out of indigo silk, then carry him to our bedroom, to our royalty-sized bed, covered in pillows embroidered with nebulas, while we would both sink in the blue sheets on the mattress. and he falls asleep with all his boniness, tininess, all his lightness laying on my chest, as i guard him, then fall asleep myself so i can be alive alongside him when i am waking up entwined to him the next day.

okay that was just a drabble and a lil play with words and colors, hope you guys enjoyed

i just want to spoil this man like he deserves, okay?

dividers by @strangergraphics

[eyelambspider]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚… 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐜𝐬

┊𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : John Price, König, Ghost, Weaver x gn!reader ┊𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : these military men have a cute 'secret' photo of you quite literally hidden on them, its just a uh-memento to look at when off duty ┊𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : (un)established relationship (you can pick), fluff ┊𝐚/𝐧 : next: old love languages smhhh (maybe)

▹ John Price

Price has always kept a photo of you with him. Always... Well, since you'd met him.

Its a picture you had insisted he get rid of when he took it himself and showed you.

It showed you truly laughing. A bright, 'embarrassing' smile on your face that completely lit up your eyes and showed your teeth before you could cover your face shyly.

Maybe you didn't like it, but Price had stowed it away for 'safe-keeping' ever since. Once promising to get rid of it but of course... he couldn't really do it, could he?

Price keeps it under the brim of his hat, where he wouldn't let anyone take it.

He keeps the image in great shape, making sure there's a protective film over it, trying not to bend or fold it in anyway. Hell, he'd sew it in there whenever he got the chance... but he likes holding it when no one's looking too.

Every time he looks down at it-the picture of you laughing and pure-it makes him smile too, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over your face.

▹ König

König technically has two photos of you.

One is on his phone in his photo gallery, and the other is a small polaroid you had taken of yourself.

He is free to look at the one on his phone whenever, and its something quickly available... yet he doesn't really open it if there are people around try to glance over his shoulder at what he's looking at.

So, he deeply treasures the tiny polaroid and tries to keep it as safe as possible.

König is the least discreet, to no fault of his own. He's usually caught the moment he tries to look at either one. Either fumbling with his phone or slapping the photo close to his chest so that no one would see.

He just really likes looking at them.

Acts like it never happens and vehemently denies everything, even if to Horangi its pretty obvious.

Sometimes König draws over the pictures, idly doodling either next to the polaroid on a piece of paper while he's doing work or running his finger over his phone screen.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost keeps a picture of you too.

Its a small thing, someone had taken when the two of you weren't paying attention. A celebratory photo after a mission.

The moment it was taken, mostly without his knowledge, he had snatched the photo away in hopes to burn it later. Leave no trace of himself to wonder.

But fuck, he couldn't.

It was actually... nice, once he got a good look at it. The image of you both together, standing so closely. The way he looked at you in the photo-brown eyes soft and fully raptured by your face behind his mask-was enough to make him scoff.

Of course the camera caught the exact moment of he showed a bit of fondness.

Still, he keeps it to this day. Buried under all his other meager gear. Folded back so that his image is tucked away and yours stands out.

He doesn't like looking at his face, just yours.

He'd never take it out to the field, where someone could possibly discover a possible... to know your face and use it against him, but sometimes in the loneliest of nights, he takes it out just to look at it.

▹ Grigori Weaver

Weaver would never admit it, but yes, he has a picture of you.

He doesn't want you to know, or find out about it.

If you did, he just denies it and claims "he doesn't know where that thing came from"

but truthfully, its his most precious keepsake.

Its what kept him going through all those years he'd served in prison.

A simple image of your face.

The photo is no bigger than his palm, and its just of you. A small portrait.

The picture is old and worn down lovingly. The corners soft and rounded, and folded in half so many times he had taped the back of it to keep it from splitting entirely in half.

Clearly, it means a lot, with how much care he's tried to put into mending the delicate thing.

He hides the picture in his breast pocket, close to his heart, and in a place only he knows.

It brings a sense of comfort sometimes, knowing your image is so close when he's out there trying to 'fix' things.