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rosemaryblossomworld · 21 days ago

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Imagine you live with a roommate who is a bunny hybrid.

dubcon, creepy bunny, p in v, a little bit of cunnilingus, a little play with the breasts, f!reader

You wake up to your roommate banging your hole with animalistic force. His dick has been sliding up and down your walls, kind of tickling them, pressing on all your potties you didn't know you had. He whimpers and cries out as his n-orgasm spills into your womb, dripping down your thighs and onto the bed, which has gotten too wet. Your limbs are weak, you can barely move, all you have to do is take him in, moaning passionately as he lapped at your nipple on your left breast, circling it. His tongue moves quickly, side to side, bottom to top, then he sucks it in with a funny sound, and sucks on it like he's trying to get milk. He bites down on it lightly to get it hard.

He starts to move, sticking his cock out and then thrusting all the way in so that you gasp for air, he does this a few times until his thrusts become shorter but more distinct. The bed creaks, he hovers over you, his bunny ears drooping over your face, he whimpers: "sorry...sorry...so good...I'm dying...more...more!". He pours into you again, shrieking loudly. Then sighing in surprise, he begins to kiss your face and gradually work his way down, sucking on your swollen clit. He starts moving his head as if you have a cock and he's sucking it. He huffs because of his drool that won't stop flowing from his mouth. His tongue passes with downward pressure and you shudder and throw your head back, finally letting go of the moan of pleasure you've been trying to hold back. An instant convulsion and all the liquid ends up on your roommate's face. As if he'd received healing water, he began to lick it off, slurping and whimpering.

Your eyes meet, you notice the intoxicating frenzy in them, and he lifts himself up on his knees, showing his cock standing again. Bunny approaches you like a predator, grabbing you as you try to sneak away from him, turning you around and pressing your breasts against the mattress. He slowly introduces his cock along your folds, poking your clit a few times, in his twisted fantasy it was a kiss. He reintroduces his cock to your entrance, pushes it in there, and stops. It only lasted a couple minutes, your watery eyes looked across your back: "Please...I'm going to die soon." He sighed in surprise again, for a moment he got back that innocent face that often greeted you after work, but after a few seconds, a crazy, even a little sadistic smile blossomed on his face: "Let's die together!". Just as quickly and imperceptibly, he drove his hips back, almost pulling his cock out, and instantly shoved it back in, tearing a scream out of your mouth.

And the moon is so beautiful when it first rises!

A/n: I have 12 fanfics started.... which I abandoned because I don't know how to finish...so I wrote a quick very hot "imagine". Hope you like it, I have one more idea, but that's later....(dividers @saradika)

#x reader #x you #hybrid #hybrid!bunny #bunny hybrid #human!reader #hybrid x reader #dark!hybrid #yandere x reader #yandere x you #bunny hybrid x reader

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blackypanther9 · 1 year ago

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Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

A/N: I decided to do this Oneshot/Headcanon for both, alive!Alastor x daughter!Reader and Demon!Alastor x Daughter!Reader. Enjoy ! (Picture belongs to rightful owner !)

TAGLIST!: @meg-giry1 @wen01203

WARNING!: mentions of the S word, name calling, insults, mentions of cheating, Vox and the other Vees get bullied in public AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Human!Dad!Alastor x Human!Daughter!Reader:

When you start to talk about new Gossip:

Alastor was cooking Dinner as suddenly you bashed open the door, scaring the living daylights out of your Father. He quickly looked at you and made a face to scold you.

“Mon ange (My Angel), are you planning to give your dear ol’ Father a heart attack ?”

You ignored his scolding and gave him a big grin with a twinkle in your eyes. Alastor got intrigued.

“You will NEVER believe what I’ve heard, Papa ! That is some interesting tea indeed !”, you announced happily.

Your Father cocked his head to the side in curiosity, his smile not leaving, but it shrunk in curiosity and confusion.

“Oh ? What happened, Cher ?”

You entered the kitchen fully, pulled out a chair, sat down and looked at him.

“You do know Felicia Monrue, right ? You reported about her last week in your Broadcast, because she got caught drunk, even though there was no giggle water (Alcohol) allowed and she had to pay a hefty debt as punishment.”

“Ah...yes, I do remember her indeed. Hoho ! Such a gal getting caught.”, Alastor laughed out in humor, “Couldn’t even hold her own liquor, hahaha !”

You nodded eagerly.

“Well guess what !”

“What is it, mon petit (Little one) ?”

You looked around the house, as if anyone was listening in, then bounced and gave him a big mischievous smirk.

“Rumors have it, that she was spotted a few times with different men on her arm. She brought them home and someone heard lewd noises, while one of her neighbors swore they saw her and the different men in her bedroom, doing the forbidden act ! Can you believe it ?!”

Alastor took a sip of water, which he promptly spat out in shock, as you said that. He stared at you, then looked at his glass of water, then at the food he was cooking, then back to you and back at his drink.

“Am I sure that I am drinking water right now ?”, he muttered in shock.

“You are, Papa ! Stop being so silly !”, you replied laughing.

He looked at you again.

“You aren’t talking nonsense, right, Dear ? That poor Lady surely could never do such a scandalous thing.”

You shook your head.

“I really heard it, from more than one person too ! It already goes around like wildfire, Papa ! One even said that they have a picture of it ! If this gets out into the newspaper, her clothes store will shut down forever !”

Your Father shook his head and looked at his food, sighing in disappointment.

“Such a fine Dame and no class... Didn’t her parents teach her any manners ? How scandalous !”

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a grin.

“Maybe it is just a faux, Papa, but it would be entertaining if it was true ! Don’t you agree ?”

“It sure would be, Cher. Anything else you heard rumors about, hmm ?”, your Father asked you amused.

“Oh ! There are new rumors about the Bayou Killer too.”

“Oh, do let me know ! I’d LOVE to hear their theories !”, your Father said enthusiastically.

“Some speculate now that it is a butcher and others that it is a doctor ! How ridiculous is that ?!”, you said laughing.

For a second the kitchen was silent and then Alastor broke out into laughter and he shook his head.

“A-a WHAT now ?! Hahahaha !”

Alastor laughed so hard that he wiped a tear away from his right eye. You looked at your Father in amusement.

“Stupid, isn’t it ? They really think you are a Doctor or even a Butcher ! I mean...you kind of are a Butcher, but at the same time, you are not !”

Alastor snorted in amusement and continued to cook Dinner, while you told him all the Gossip you heard and he discussed it all with you, happy to listen to anything you heard.

When Alastor starts to talk about new Gossip:

You were just returning from a quick shopping spree with some groceries as you saw your Father with a huge mischievous grin on his face. He took a few bags from you and you both started to fill the kitchen cabinets and fridge with your catches that you got from the stores.

You knew that glint in your Father’s eyes. He heard something scandalous and amusing. You couldn’t wait.

As soon as you both finished, you entered the Living room and sat down on the couch, your Father sat down in the armchair.

“Alright, Dad, spill the tea. What rumors have you heard, hmm ?”, you pressed.

Alastor looked at you with one of his hugest smiles and started to chuckle.

“Do you remember Gwen Kosiak from my workplace, who quit his job not long ago ?”, your Father asked you.

“Yes. Why ?”

“Well my dear child, he was married and they seemed happy. Suddenly they divorced out of nowhere. Rumors have it that he cheated on his wife with the housemaid !”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“No way !”, you gasped out.

“Yes indeedy !”

You started to let out a chuckle.

“I would have never expected that from Gwen.”

“Me neither, Cher ! Me neither !”

You both chuckled and as it calmed down, your Father smirked.

“There has also been the rumor going around that the dress shop, you love to visit so frequently, is going bankrupt, because the owner of the store refuses to pay the rent !”

You stared at your Father gob smacked.

“Seriously ?”

All your Father did was nod.

“Indeedy !”

You leaned back in shock, then your face saddened.

“A real shame, guess I should look for a new favorite dress store then.”, you muttered.

“You definitely should, Cher !”, Alastor encouraged.

You could see that he wasn’t finished yet, so you waited for him to start the next section of discussion to gossip about.

“Also, Mrs. Tiana gave birth to her and her husband’s offspring ! The spawn looks nothing like them ! Hahaha !”

“You don’t think that she was going behind her husband’s back, do you ?”

“I think she was, Cher !”

“My, how scandalous ! Was it truly that bad ?”

“The child didn’t have their skin color, nor their hair color ! The child’s skin color was almost like mine and the hair was ginger ! Both of them were white and one had blond hair while the other had black hair. They both said that none in their Family tree had a different skin color, nor ginger hair ! So it just can’t be his offspring.”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“I never would have thought of Mrs. Tiana as a harlot.”, you muttered.

“None of us did, mon Cher ! Yet, here we are !”

The two of you continued to gossip and talk about rumors for a while. Alastor was always happy to listen, theorize with you and to talk about everything. He was almost like a woman, chattering about all the scoundrels that were talked about and you LOVED your Dad for that. He was practically both to you. A Mother and a Father. You never lacked anything.

In Hell:

When you start gossip:

Your Father was just about to wrap up his Broadcast in Hell, as you stormed inside. He looked at you startled, his Deer ears standing on high alert. As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes gently, scolding himself in his thoughts, that he got scared of you.

“Father, guess what !”, you announced happily.

Oh, he knew by that voice that you heard some gossip. He turned to you, leaving his broadcast on for now.

“What is it, Cher ?”, he asked.

“I heard some interesting tea about the Vees ! Wanna hear it ?!”

He perked up and looked at you highly interested. He snapped another chair into existence next to him and gestured for you to sit down. You did so eagerly.

“Now, what was that, Cher ?”, he asked, interested.

You were bouncing up and down on your chair.

“So, apparently Valentino and Vox are in a on and off relationship, just to screw each other, when Valentino’s harlots are too busy ! How desperate is that, Papa ?! Hahaha !”

Alastor, who sipped his black coffee, spat it back out and coughed into his sleeve from shock. Then he chuckled.

“That sounds pathetically desperate ! Hahaha ! I never thought that Vox would sink even lower than he already did !”, your Father laughed out.

“I didn’t know that Valentino was so depraved and pathetically desperate that he even fucks his own harlots ! Hahaha ! That just shows how unwanted he is !”, you laughed out.

“True, true, my Dear !”

“Oh, oh ! And have you heard that the Demon, Velvet dated, broke up with her ?!”

“Applesauce, mon petit !”, he yelled in fake shock.

“It’s true, Papa ! They apparently were dining in a restaurant and suddenly the man said that he is dumping her ass, then left the restaurant without paying too ! She left it, looking like a mess ! I bet the other two Vees had to coddle her to make it better ! HA ! How fucking pathetic for an Overlord !”

Alastor laughed loudly at that and petted your head, affectionately.

“Also, Vox tried to copy your Radio Station to make Radio Broadcasts himself, to grow bigger ! Can you believe how desperate that flat faced idiot is ?! Hahaha !”

“Is that so, Cher ?”, Alastor said partly amused, partly triggered.

“He tried to hide it from you too ! Sadly someone from his team snitched ! Hahahaha !”, you confirmed with laughter.

“Hmmm. Interesting indeed, Cher !”

“Also, some guests in Valentino’s porn clubs said that the hygiene in the bathrooms, of all the clubs, are so nasty that no one even wants to take a dump there ! Hahaha ! That insect is destroying his own image !”, you cackled out.

Alastor laughed at that.

“Well, what did you expect from a moth, Cher ? That they are clean ?”

“You would think his business and his employees means something to him, but it seems it wants to go broke soon enough !”

Alastor just chuckled and already planned how to teach Vox a lesson, for trying to take over Radio, HIS specialty.

The Broadcast went 30 minutes longer, discussing and gossiping about the Vees mostly.

After they finished their Broadcast, they saw that all of Pentagram City had a blackout. Welp, they fried Vox then with the other two Vees.

When Alastor starts gossip:

You both visited Rosie, just to catch up a bit and that was where everything went down. From a small pleasant exchange of how you all three have been, it turned into gossiping.

“My Dear, you have to be pulling our legs.”, Alastor accused Rosie in disbelief.

“I am not, Al ! I promise ya ! He really tried to eat her !”, Rosie insisted.

You just laughed and ate another finger that Rosie offered. You rarely did eat her treats that she offered, but today you were fine with it. Rosie knew about your picky diet swings, so she never felt insulted.

“What about you, Dear ? Any interesting gossip ?”, Rosie asked you.

“Oh quite some interesting ones, indeed !”, you replied.

“Oh do spill the tea, Dearie !”, Rosie said in excitement.

“Well, I heard that Zestial had three Sons and they are all down here. They say that Zestial hid them from everyone, because they are not very strong and he is ashamed of them.”

“Oh my...”, Rosie said in shock and intrigue.

Alastor was in slight shock and very interested in it.

“I will ask Zest about it tomorrow. After all we are supposed to meet up at Carmilla’s tomorrow. He is always there.”, you told her.

“Oh please do ask him ! I would love to know if these rumors are true !”

Then she turned to Alastor.

“And you, my friend ? What did you catch ?”

Alastor chuckled.

“A lot of people are starting to question Queen Lilith’s absence. Many say that she made a Deal with the Holy Gates. Others say that she got exterminated.”

“Hah ! As if anyone could kill our Queen ! She would NEVER agree to make a Deal with the Angels either ! How silly !”

Alastor chuckled and nodded, agreeing with Rosie, while you just shook your head in amusement.

“Also, it was rumored that Overlord Missi Zilla was seen with a lowlife Sinner, getting a bit steamy in an alley way.”

“No way !”, Rosie and you yelled.

“Yes, yes, indeedy !”, Alastor insisted.

Rosie leaned back.

“Oh my stars...”, she muttered.

“Who do you think it was ?”, you asked the two other Overlords.

“All I have heard was that the Demon Sinner was a bull. There was nothing else.”, Alastor chimed in.

“As if Missi would stoop that low.”, you scoffed.

“You never know, my Dear !”

And the gossip with Rosie and Alastor would continue for a long while, while you chimed in and shared your own gossip. You saw Rosie like a Mother figure and your Father didn’t mind it a bit. He was glad you liked Rosie.

You three Overlords would gossip for hours.

Alastor is a HUGE fan of gossip. You never know what interesting information you will hear, after all.

He would gossip with you, his beloved Daughter, like women would gossip amongst each other.

He would try and see if you were pulling his leg or not, but most of the times you were serious.

As soon as he got interesting gossip, he would immediately sit down with you and share, loving to bond with you over simple gossip.

He would always share a few laughs with you here and there.

He loves it when you have gossip/information about his enemies/victims. Somehow you just KNEW where and how to get the interesting tea ! He couldn’t be prouder !

He would never shut you down if you wanted to gossip with him. He would always listen and throw in his input/opinion on the matters discussed.

He is the perfect person to gossip with and so are you and Rosie.

I hope I hit the mark with this ! ^^'

(Words: 2 605)

Masterlist HERE !

#READ THE WARNINGS ABOVE !!!#fanfiction #fem!reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader #Father!Alastor #Human!Alastor #Alive!Alastor #Demon!Alastor #Human!Reader #Alive!Reader #Demon!Reader #Child!Reader #Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

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fanged-fanfics · 3 months ago

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Hello! Would you consider writing about Optimus comforting a depressed f reader? I'm extra emotional and having the sads for no (apparent) reason and I think cuddles from a giant softie would fix me. Thank you!

☆ Someone On Your Side — Optimus x Fem Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Hurt/Comfort || she/her pronouns for reader || Warning for themes of depression/lack of self care

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You honestly couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten out properly. Living at the Autobot base meant there was always a task or mission going on, so you had a lot of space to yourself. Even if the makeshift little room they gave you wasn't perfect, they tried their best to make a habsuite fitting for a human. The bed was a little too big and the furniture was a bit too spaced apart or not fully straight, but the effort was what mattered. You got accustomed to the surroundings after spending so much time there anyhow. It was hard to go out these days, and you didn't feel any motivation to take any invitations the 'Bots had given you. You were curled up in your bed, attempting to rest up the mental energy, when you heard a little knock at your door.

"Come in" you called tiredly, and the metal doors slid open. A tall, broad figure entered, you could hear metal pedesteps on the floor that approached you. A large servo very gently nudged you over so a heavy weight could sit beside you. You leaned your head up, seeing Optimus Prime himself. He made sure the doors closed back automatically before speaking. "Human. It came to my attention that you've been a rare sight around the base these days" he began gently. You sighed as you sat up a little "Oh, sorry if I worried you guys.. I haven't really been feeling myself lately". Optimus gave a thoughtful nod, "Have your rations spoiled? Is your berth not clean? I've tried to help the Autobots keep track of-"

"No, uh- it's nothing like that" you gently interrupted. Optimus' optics looked at you with concern. He reached a servo out, moving slowly and carefully as he did his best to pet your shoulder. "We're worried for you, human" Optimus said softly "Are you sick?". "No, Op, I'm- I'm sorry, I just- can't be out and about like I usually am" you said "I need some time". Optimus made a soft humming noise, reaching his servo down to tuck your blankets around you better. "I see. Then rest well, human. You will rise and do great things, in due time. I and the Autobots are here if you require anything" he said softly.

"Thanks, Prime" you said gently. You thought it over for a second before adding, "I do have.. one request, if that's okay?". Optimus' helm points perked up, listening intently "Anything". "Can you maybe... stay with me a bit? I know you're busy, but- I'd like the company" you asked, a little hesitantly. "Of course" Optimus said, motioning for you to make room. He waited until you shifted comfortably before laying behind you, his large arm wrapping loosely around your proximity and pulling you as softly as possible to his chassis. His battlemask slid open, and he rested his helm beside your head.

"Don't be discouraged, little spark" he said softly as you snuggled in "Even I have these moments, you know. No warrior is meant to fight restlessly". "Is that one of your many wise sayings?" You asked, and Optimus found himself smiling at the humor in your words. "It can be. I've millions of years of them to share" he said. You huffed a small chuckle, closing your eyes as his engine purred softly behind you. "If I may..." Optimus began softly, his nose gently nudging you in a tender nuzzle "I'll be happy to monitor your food intake and recharge habits. I know you've mentioned they haven't been the greatest, as of late". You hummed a bit as you thought over the offer. "Not a bad idea, honestly. Can I sleep on it?". Optimus nodded "Granted, of course"

You felt fatigue settle in your figure slowly, your mind finally feeling safe enough to nap. Optimus' rumbling system provided great background noise for you to rest against. You pressed more into his chassis, curling up the best you could while he used a servo to support your back. You sighed contently as you let your eyes fall shut, hearing melodious and deep humming as you began to drift off.

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dreamlandcreations · 8 months ago

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Imagine Aaravos sacrificing his last connection to the real world for you...

Imagine Aaravos sacrificing his last connection to the real world for you, for your wish to have the power for revenge.

As you float in the waters of the Sea of the Castout, you fight with all your strength and magic to stay alive. Not for anyone or anything you love. No, all that was destroyed not far, by the Ruins of Elarion, where your people hid from the rest of the world which wouldn't accept mixed-bloods like you.

Unaware that someone was listening to your pleas, you slowly start to drift away from your home and the land of the living. In the last moment, you feel the water's energy shift into something more powerful, a power that seeps into your very being, transforming you into something else, tethering you to the physical world as an undying spirit of the water who is ready to unleash her wrath on those who wronged her.

Centuries later, the being who made you what you are comes to collect the debt...

Inspired by TANIWHA ( Get in the water )

#so the sea of his tears was his connection #beside the mirror (but that doesn't really count bc that's just an unbreakable window in his prison)#siren!reader #water spirit!reader #aaravos #aaravos x reader #aaravos x you #elf!reader #human!reader #mixed-blood!reader #aaravos xelf!reader #aaravos imagine #my stuff #my fics

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multifictional · 3 months ago

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Okay okay, I have another Eris fic idea.

I still don’t know if I should write it. Nor if that makes any sense, but my mind is crazy sometimes.

HEAR ME OUT.

Human!reader x high lord!eris.

Present days. So many years after the books. But, while the human world had progressed with modernity, Prythian remained as we all know it. Things are established within the courts, Lucien found out the truth, Lady Autumn lives in the Day Court with Helion and Lucien and Elain live with them (let’s make them happy🥹)

AND.

Beron had been dethroned, Eris is High Lord and has been focused on rebuilding the autumn court.

The reader is human and she’s attuned to autumn, fire, and all those things related to Eris. I’m sorry, but I’m obsessed with this thing now. Also, she reminds him so much of himself (imagine the reader being the heiress of a millionaire empire, where her father only care about making money. And yes, she does have siblings).

They meet someway and BOOM. The mating bond snaps into place for Eris. Totally unexpected. Things is, this time, there’s no Beron to stop him. And the reader finds herself in a world she didn’t know existed (and never believed in), mated to a fae male that suddenly says she belongs to him.

Maybe a little dark!eris in a “good way” (obsessed and possessive, as we all know he would be, other than overprotective since she is human), just saying.

Give me thoughts!! Because now that I got myself into writing reader x eris now I can’t seem to stop.

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ticifics · 4 months ago

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Hi, I was wondering if it would be possible to request a peter maximoff fic where the reader is a normal human who works in a nearby zoo/with animals, and peter likes visit the zoo to annoy her all the time, but one of her colleagues tells him that the reader would be better off with a human like him and peter gets all insecure and the reader had to let him know that she's not gonna be scared off by his mutation when she literally gets bitten by animals on like a daily basis

On Thursdays

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: “‘Don’t ruin everything,’” he repeated, mimicking your voice in an intentionally exaggerated way, a smug smile on his lips. “Oh, come on, sweetie, you practically handed me that confession on a silver platter. You really think I’m going to let that slide?”

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay, I had some creative problems and only managed to finish it today - seriously, a thousand apologies. I hope the reading is at least fun

Thursday was the day of the guided tour, or in other words, the day Peter Maximoff dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his personal mission of getting on your nerves. He usually showed up without warning, a silver blur through the hallways, startling unsuspecting visitors and leaving you on the verge of yelling at him — something he absolutely loved, by the way. Who could blame him? You looked adorable, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkling with frustration. He said he had a special ability to “rekindle the fire in the eyes of normal humans.”

But today, today he was different.

You noticed it the moment you stepped into the bird section, carrying a basket of food. That area used to be one of his favorite spots, after all. All you had to do was turn your back to a bag of feed and BAM, Peter would be there, imitating the parrots’ squawks or whistling at the toucans, as if he had special permission to be unbearable.

But at that moment, he was sitting on a bench, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze distant. The speed, the sparkle in his eyes, and the confident grin seemed to have been left at home.

“Hey, where’s the trouble today?” you asked, almost casually, even though you could feel the discomfort settling deep in your chest.

He turned his face toward you, offering a weak smile — weak, which was practically an insult coming from him. There was no glint of his dimples, no teasing look. Just the sound of a murmur that made you furrow your brows:

“I don’t know, I guess I got tired of bothering ‘normal humans.’”

You blinked, the bag of feed almost slipping from your fingers.

“What?”

“Forget it.” He shook his head as if regretting having said anything. “It’s just… nothing. I’m taking the day off.”

You set the basket on the ground, crossing your arms. You knew how it was with Peter: either you faced him head-on, or he’d slip away — literally and figuratively.

“Let me guess,” you started, your tone dripping with fake irritation. “You heard some nonsense and now you’re acting like the world’s right.”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the ground. The wind tousled his silver hair, making it glint under the morning sun. After a while, he muttered softly:

“One of your colleagues said that…” He made a face, as if the words hurt. “That you’d be better off with ‘someone normal.’ That I should stop bothering you.”

For a moment, you just blinked. The silence that followed was broken by the annoying sound of a parrot, who whistled loudly.

“And you heard that and believed it?” Your voice came out louder than you’d intended.

“I didn’t believe it, but…” He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. With me.”

Now, the feed bag slipped from your hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

“Listen here, Peter Maximoff,” you moved closer, finger pointed at him. “First: you don’t bother me. Second: I actually love when you show up with that annoying habit of trying to irritate me. And third: ‘normal’? Normal?! I work with animals every day, do you realize that? I’ve been bitten, pecked, scratched, and once, even a monkey tried to steal my radio.” You paused dramatically, your face flushed with frustration. “I deal with fierce feathered and clawed killers daily, so cut the crap thinking you’re gonna scare me.”

Peter finally lifted his eyes, surprised. A soft laugh escaped his lips.

“You call little birds and squirrels ‘fierce killers’?” he teased, but there was a new sparkle in his eyes, something that felt more like… him.

“Some squirrels are pretty sinister, okay?” you shot back, chin raised. “And the issue here isn’t them. The issue is you thinking there’s no place for you here.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you continued, more serious now:

“The truth is, I love the silver blur you leave behind wherever you go. I love watching you smile when you think you’re winning an argument. And, for your information, your visits are the best — and the most annoying — part of my week.”

There was a pause, one of those moments where the air feels lighter and the world quieter. Then, Peter smiled. For real. His dimples were back, along with the teasing gleam in his eyes.

“So, you admit you love it when I show up. I knew it.” He stood up, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “That’s basically a declaration, you know?”

“Don’t ruin everything,” you muttered, trying not to smile as well.

Peter couldn’t resist and let out a low laugh, the kind that made his chest vibrate and his smile widen, with his dimples clearly visible. He seemed much more like the Peter you knew — or at least, like the Peter who made it his mission to annoy you every week.

“‘Don’t ruin everything,’” he repeated, mimicking your voice in an intentionally exaggerated way, a smug smile on his lips. “Oh, come on, sweetie, you practically handed me that confession on a silver platter. You really think I’m going to let that slide?”

You rolled your eyes, but your face was burning. Of course, he wasn’t going to forget it. You could have stayed quiet, but no, you had to open your mouth and practically admit that you liked his presence — the silver blur he left behind, his charmingly irritating smile, and even his provocations.

“You’re the worst,” you murmured, looking around as if you were searching for an escape route. But he was right there, standing in your way, as if he was making sure to block any attempt you might have to escape the situation.

“And you like me anyway,” he retorted, leaning slightly forward, his eyes shining with mischief and a crooked smile that seemed especially sharp.

“I don’t like you,” you lied, your tone defiant, but your voice came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper. His gaze locked onto yours, full of certainty, making you blush even more.

“No?” Peter raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Then why are you so red? Is it hot today?”

You huffed, looking away and crossing your arms, as if that would hide the fact that he was absolutely right. Damn it. Why did he have to be this way? So unbearable and charming at the same time?

“Stop being so full of yourself,” you grumbled, still not looking at him.

“Full of myself? Me?” He placed a hand on his chest, feigning an overly dramatic offended expression. “I’m a humble man. See how you treat me? Just because I’m too fast for you, little human.”

“Little human?” You glared at him with mock indignation.

“Yeah, well. You said you deal with animals all day, so I thought it was a term of endearment,” he said, shrugging and giving you an innocent enough look. “What’s wrong? Did you like it?”

You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time that day, but couldn’t stop a smile from escaping. It was impossible to talk to him without feeling like you were being dragged into his own game — a game you didn’t even want to win, deep down.

Peter tilted his head, watching you with a sudden intensity that made your cheeks heat up once more. He seemed at ease again, back in his element, as if all the insecurity that had made him look down had evaporated into the air.

“What is it now?” you asked, unable to endure that look for too long.

“I’m just thinking,” he started, his voice slow and teasing, “about what my next grand entrance will be next Thursday. I’m torn between showing up riding a pony or bringing a full orchestra to play while I walk towards you.”

“My God,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet,” he replied, leaning closer to you, “I’m starting to think you wouldn’t trade me for one of those sinister squirrels you mentioned.”

You lowered your hands, feeling a sudden surge of courage rise to the tip of your tongue. Maybe it was because he was so convinced. Maybe it was because you were tired of pretending you didn’t like it when he showed up, smiled, and messed up your whole day.

“Not gonna ask me out?” you blurted out without thinking.

The expression on his face froze, and it was worth all the embarrassment that came right after.

For less than a second — which, you imagined, must have felt like an eternity to him — Peter Maximoff was speechless. He blinked, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. You could almost see the racing thoughts running through his head, like a train with no brakes.

“What?” he finally managed to murmur, his voice almost hoarse.

“You heard me,” you replied, crossing your arms, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “Or are you just fast physically and slow mentally?”

The shock on his face dissolved into a wide, surprised grin, his cheeks taking on a light rosy tint that honestly made you feel a little powerful. Peter Maximoff was embarrassed. You could add that to your résumé.

“Well… I wasn’t expecting that turn,” he admitted, running a hand through his silver hair and looking away for a second. “But now that you’ve asked…”

He straightened up, returning to his Confident Peter mode, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Want to go to dinner with me?” he asked, his smile softened by something sweet enough that it couldn’t just be teasing.

You smiled, pretending to think for a moment.

“Only if you promise not to beat me to the restaurant.”

“Oh, I promise nothing,” he replied, his tone mischievous. “But, little human, you just gave me the perfect day. I’ll make sure to pick you up, you’re going to love running with me.”

“Is there still time for me to change my mind?”

“Not in a million years,” he answered, and before you could think of any reply, he vanished. Only the silver blur remained behind, accompanied by a gust of wind that messed up your hair.

You stood there, alone for a second, smiling at the empty space and feeling your heart race faster than it should.

And then, almost as if he was still nearby, his voice echoed in the back of your mind:

Next Thursday is going to be the best one yet.

And you believed it.

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bathic · 5 months ago

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⌜It started with one unlucky volunteer with each new year, chosen from a folded slip of paper piled within an old ball cap. A retriever of answers, the bringer of solutions, messenger of the unknown— whatever false title the mayor could pin to the heads of the chosen only served as empty rhetoric. To you, at least. Everyone else soaked up the verbiage like sponge-brained sheep, crowding their trustworthy shepherd in a state of blind trust against the strange and unusual. It felt stupid to follow, and while your intentions weren’t to do so; the nosedive you take into the gaping mouth of the pit while trying to flee the hands of a real small-town monster only made you half as rash and just a quarter-inch naive.⌟

Current Word Count: 33.5k

Warning/Tags: Rain-Moth!Ateez, Hybrid!Ateez, Pirate!Ateez, Steampunk au, Science Fiction/Fantasy, poly!Ateez, Slow Burn, Abuse, Trauma, Kidnapping, Angst, Slow burn Romance, Eventual Smut, Human!Reader, Torture, Underground World, Explicit Language.

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It appeared in the spring.

A means to an end.

You were positive they were wings.

Another casualty to the pit.

It was a fantasy you couldn't understand the appeal of.

Maybe it will be if you survive.

Except there was no waiting.

Death was definitely in your foreseeable future.

You needed to get out.

Why should you listen to him anyways?

It's his game and nobody else's to partake in.

Fire and ice, oil and water, love and hate.

Never warm, never implicitly inviting.

They felt like little icy pinpricks along his skin.

But that was only the first surprise.

Two different types of insects holding two differing meanings.

TBA

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docdudo · 3 months ago

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 13)

Goddammit, you never felt this small before. Sure, all hybrids are twice or thrice your size, but why do you feel this way only now that you were standing in front of Johnny's kneeled down form?

He was kneeling down. Kneeling down. And was still bigger than you standing up.

He was large too. All of them were, really. Men as buff as them naturally had large bodies—it was impossible not to notice that their arms were as thick as your torso.

So....

How exactly were you supposed to fight with him?

It's a play fight, just a play fight, but still, you didn't know what to do. This was insane, how could someone like you fight with a werewolf his size...? And he wanted you to "mess him up"??

You should've suggest playing UNO instead, this is torture.

"Mhm.... I-I... dunno what to do...?" You mumble, uncertain. Your eyes flick to his form—the way excitement buzzes through him, his tail wagging fast behind him, ears pressed flat against his head. His toothy smile never wavering.

Big canines too, bigger than Ghost's.

"It's easy, lassie." He cooed, voice more controlled and calmer than what his body language was showing. "Come on, ya trust papa, right? Papa will never hurt ye."

"I don't know how to fight...." You insist, frowning a little in worry, still shuffling quietly in front of him.

“Don’ have tae. Wha’ does a wee pup ken?” He snickers, rolling his eyes as his accent gets stronger out of nowhere. “Ah just like ma kids messin’ me up! Ye can bite, scratch, or anythin’ else, really. Ah can take anythin’, ye wee runt!”

You hesitate, still looking over his form in worry and confusion. You didn't even move from your position, just holding onto your hoodie as you rubbed your socked feet with each other.

Johnny’s excited, competitive demeanor softened a bit as he sized you up, his tail wagging less and his ears perking up again.

“C’mere, puppy, c’mere… pstpst, it’s alrigh’…” He cooed gently, beckoning you closer with a small hand gesture. “Come tae papa, he’ll teach ye everythin’, aye?”

You blushed in embarrassment at his attitude, letting out a quiet sigh as you approached, still clutching the sleeves of your hoodie.

He immediately flashed you a big, toothy grin—sincere, yet still intimidating. His dangerous demeanor remained as scary as ever. Honestly? He looked kinda insane.

And then—

Big hands grabbed you, making you gasp in surprise as he took you down onto the mat. Technically, he just kinda grabbed you and eased you onto your back, but still—you weren’t expecting it! It was fast.

“Down ye go.” He smiled in a terrifying mix of gentleness and smugness. “Now what, wee bonnie baby?” His tone was pure challenge.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, frozen for a few seconds. His big palm rested gently on your chest, fingers spread just enough to frame your neck as he held both your shoulders down with one hand, caging you in. His feral eyes and sharp grin never wavered as he loomed over you, kneeling like a true predator.

You breathed in shakily at the thought, both small hands coming up to grasp his wrist, trying to gently push his hand away. Your legs curling up close to your chest.

“Don’ let him pin ya down.”

Ghost’s voice immediately caught your attention, making you turn your head on the mat to glance at him sideways on the edge of the mat. He stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face, watching closely.

“Aye, runt, why’re ye lettin’ me pin ye down?” Soap teased again, one of his fingers gently rubbing your cheek from where he held you against the mat.

You bit your lip at the provocation, anxiety creeping back in. You pushed with a bit more force, trying to make his hand move, but weakened your grip when he laughed mockingly, leaning his head down dangerously close to yours.

“Look at this… nae claws at all, such cute wee fingers… trimmed nails and all, eh, wee baby? Price was talkin’ ‘bout ye humans… how we’ve gotta keep ye groomed right—short nails on hands an’ feet, brushed wee teeth, and trimmed hair… are all humans frail wee thingies like ye, runt?” He snickered, a broad, teasing smile stretched across his face.

"Big talk for a dirty mutt." Ghost joined in, voice low and raspy as he steaped on the mat, feet covered in black socks.

You immediately tensed up in worry at his tone, eyes widening as your body locked up. It sounded harsh, and for a moment, you genuinely feared they might start arguing right then and there.

But...

Johnny just laughed it off, his smile still wide, his hand still pressing you down against the mat as he kept an eye on Simon entering the mat from his peripheral vision.

“Are ye gonna get in the way, Si?” Soap asked menacingly, tilting his head slightly, baring his teeth at the other man.

“No. I don’t plan on fightin’ ya. I’m here for the kid.” he answered simply, dropping heavily to his knees by your side. "Come on, fledgling. His fingers are wide spread, tuck your hands under them."

You blinked up at him, stunned for a few seconds, before quickly glancing back at Johnny’s hand. Letting go of his wrist, you forced your hands under his fingers, slowly but surely lifting it off your shoulders and chest.

Sure, Johnny wasn’t putting much strength behind it, and he was still cooing at you the whole time, but you managed to take his hand off of you, only for Simon to roughly shove Johnny down onto the mat.

“Hey!” Soap laughed, falling onto his back, his elbows holding his body up.

"Go, up, come on." Simon nudged you, pushing your sitted form in Johnny's direction gently.

You got to your feet, slightly unsteady, feeling the gentle push of his hand that made you tumble on top of Soap, who was just staring at you with a smile.

“Hurt him. Go for his neck.” Ghost instructed, arms crossed as he watched you both.

“Wi’ these wee hands?” Soap cooed mockingly, his hand coming up to gently grab yours and rub with his thumb.

Ghost sighed quietly at your lack of reaction, watching you sit on top of Soap’s waist, your hand held in his, looking uncertain. Truly, zero instincts with this one.

“Gaz was right… it really does feel like when we had only newborns.” Soap laughed quietly, messing slightly with your hand, moving it around. “Ah used tae put them on ma chest for tummy time, too.”

You frowned slightly in confusion at that, head tilting slightly to the side.

"What's that...?"

“Oh, it’s—Ah mean…”

Even though Johnny was still smiling, he frowned a bit too, apparently caught off guard by your question. Or at least, that’s what it looked like. For a moment, it even seemed like pity crossed his face too.

“It’s when ye put babies on a soft surface, belly to the ground, and leave ‘em there. Helps ‘em strengthen their bodies so they can start crawling later on,” Ghost explained calmly, pushing you up slightly higher against Soap. “Now, come on, try to hurt him. He can take it.”

You still hesitated at that, unsure about actually trying to hurt one of your foster parents. Still, you sighed quietly before grabbing the hand that was holding yours and pushing against Johnny's face, hearing him laugh.

"Yeah, that's not going to do much." Ghost commented dryly.

Before you could say anything else, you let out a small, surprised yelp as Soap suddenly switched places with you, grabbing your small body effortlessly and getting on top of you once again, big grin still plastered on his stupid smiling face.

This time, at least, you managed to place your feet against his chest, pushing him slightly away from your body.

"Ya ken, Price's always liked a rough fight," Soap chuckled, a smug smile on his face as his big hand wrapped around your calf. "Me too, o' course, but he's even more violent than me, if ye believe it. Big bastard roughed up everyone as a soldier, an' let all the kids rough him up right back as a parent. He loves it."

"To be fair, most of us do." Ghost nodded from his place on the mat.

"But how does a wee thing like ye plan to do it if ye dinnae even try?"

At that, your leg was quickly pulled back, your body dragged across the mat as you let out a small shriek, only to immediately laugh right after when Soap stopped pulling you by the leg.

Actually, you were so busy giggling in a mix of surprise and excitement that you didn’t notice Johnny and Simon looking at you with surprise and contentment. It took them a bit, but they finally managed to make you actually laugh.

And what a cute laugh you had.

"Guys, come on up, Price still wants to check if her cold's gone away and watch a movie!" Kyle called out from the stairs, smiling gently at the scene.

"Heard that, lass? Hope ye like cartoons, ‘cause we love ‘em!" Johnny smiled excitedly, helping you up onto your little feet.

"I actually developed a liking for them after bein' forced to watch thousands of different ones as our kids grew up," Ghost commented, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Coco's very nice. Would ya like to see it, kid?"

"I'm... not sure...." You mumble, not recognizing the name.

"Yer gonna love it, lassie! Ah guarantee!"

Part 12 /

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sometimes-you-write · 8 months ago

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[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated ]

[ Optimus Prime x human reader ]

Sari: Hey, can I ask a question?

Reader: Of course.

Sari: Are you free on friday? Like around eight?

Reader: Yeah.

Bumblebee: What about you, Optimus? Are you also free on friday around eight?

Optimus: Yes?

*Sari and Bumblebee look at each other with smirks on their faces*

Bumblebee: Great! Because we don't!

*Bumblebee grabs Sari and transforms into his alt mode*

Bumblebee: You two go without us!

Sari: Enjoy your date!

Optimus and Reader: Wait! Our what?!

*Bumblebee and Sari leave at top speed*

Reader: …

Optimus: …

Reader: Did they just-

Optimus: Tricked us into going on a date together? Yes.

Reader: Oh.

Optimus and Reader: …

Optimus and Reader: *at the same time* Would you like to-

Reader: Sorry, you first!

Optimus: No, no, it's okay! You can go first!

Reader: No, no, I insist! You go first!

*Optimus and Reader look at each other for a few seconds, neither of them daring to break the silence*

Reader: Optimus?

Optimus: Yes?

Reader: *nervous and stuttering* Would you… would you like to… to-

Optimus: *also nervous and speaking fast* Would you like to go on a date with me?

Reader: I-

Optimus: I'm so sorry!

Reader: No, no, please don't apologize!

Optimus: No, I should have waited for you to finish!

Reader: It doesn't matter! My answer is yes!

Optimus: Eh?

Reader: Yes, Optimus! I would like to go on a date with you!

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yandere--stuck · 2 years ago

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Safety Hazard - Yandere!TFP!Ratchet x Human!Reader

You can't move. Can't speak. Can't even turn your head as you stare straight above you. You're too tired, but can't seem to fall asleep, either. A permanent state of disorientation and exhaustion as you try to make sense of the blue lights shining above you.

You flinch when something cold and metal makes contact with your face, body breaking into shivers as goosebumps pimple up over your skin.

"You are so cute, human…" Ratchet sighs, voice near a purr rumbling throughout his body, even to the singular digit that softly traced your face.

He knows he should use your name, but something about addressing you as 'human' makes something in his spark fizzle and burn. His little human. Almost like a toy, with how you lay so still and pliant on his medical berth.

All his.

The human body is so interesting. What Ratchet finds most fascinating is how susceptible your species is to chemical mixtures. Muscle relaxants and sleeping medicines slipped into a drink or meal before the team is supposed to head out for the day…

Now, he finally has one-on-one time with you. He didn't have the courage to confess to you, yet. And he's even more embarrassed to confess to his friends that he had feelings for you. For a human.

So, really, this is just practice! Practice for when it was finally the right time to confess to you. And when if you rejected him, he would have these memories to sustain him. Or, at least, he hoped they would. He'd done this plenty of times now, after all. Another great weakness of the human mind was that it lacked reliability when it came to accuracy and storage of memory, unlike a Cybertronian's.

A dark pulse of shame at the thought echoes throughout Ratchet's frame. In fact, maybe… Maybe this should be the last time.

"I love you so much," Ratchet confesses softly, as if that makes up for it. Gently, he moves his digit to settle against one of your pliant hands. Reflexively, your fingers flex. A shudder quakes you. The closest thing he can get to holding hands with you.

Part of him holds back because he knows there's so little he can do with you. But, an old bot like him can dream, can't he? Can dream of being young again. Before the war. When he was young, full of life and full of love.

And as much as he knows it will probably never work and that he should stop, he can't help himself. Ratchet wants more of you.

He vents shakily, looking over you as you rest on the berth. Slowly, he lifts himself onto the berth, crawling onto his stabilizers. He towers over you. And it both terrifies and electrifies him. Just being like this, close to you, you in his care, it's the most alive he's felt in years.

He's careful, though. Always, always careful. Careful never to hurt you. Careful to give the correct doses. Careful not to let you on to how he feels. Always so careful. So, so careful, it's exhausting.

Just once. He just wants to take one risk, and it'll be enough to last him an eternity. Ratchet puts all his weight on one servo as he used his other to slowly, carefully, cup your head. Just one, and it'll be enough.

"My human, if you love me back," Ratchet leans forward, daring to close his eyes. "Kiss me."

He lifted you up, nearly locking up as he felt the warmth of your lips on his dermas. You're perfect. So, so perfect. And so warm. So human.

Slowly, his servo roamed down your back, lifting you up closer to him, burying his face against your body as he peppered your face with kisses, sighing happily as he fully descended into the fantasy of you wanting him back, of loving him in return, of you being in control of his actions and not just forgetting this whole thing the moment you reawaken.

He hums as the shivers slowly melt away and you're once again pliant from the warmth of his heating helm and servos. He nearly becomes lost in pressing up against you. Trying to get closer. Closer. As close as a human and Cybetronian can get and maybe closer. Like he wants to hide you inside, keep you close to his spark.

Ratchet remembers himself, shaking the sparkstruck feeling off as he lays you back down against the berth, the mech being extra careful as he clambers down. Thank goodness no one was there to see that, how wreckless of him! No one should climb on a medical berth like that. You both could have gotten hurt…

As he watches you drift off to recharge- 'sleep', Ratchet finds himself lost in fantasies of doing this with you again very soon.

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blackypanther9 · 1 year ago

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Boys ask you out – Teen!Daughter!Reader x Father!Alastor

A/N: Human!Alive!Alastor and Human!Alive!Daughter Reader.

Headcanon(?) THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC !!!

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Alastor and you were just eating out in a restaurant, as a teenage boy came up to them and asked you out on a date.

You felt slightly caught off guard and shy, but agreed softly.

Alastor just looked at you and then at the boy, clearing his throat, which made the boy look at him.

“And who may you be, my good fellow ? Boldly asking my daughter out in front of me ?”

“My n-name is Finn, Sir.”

“When did you ask me for my permission to ask my daughter out, Finn ?”

You could tell that your Father was losing his last bits of patience with this teen. You found it quite amusing how protective your Dad was, yet...you understood why. A killer was roaming around after all.

“I didn’t know this charming woman needed her Father’s approval to go out on a date.”

Oh...wrong, overconfident answer and you knew that. You always looked at your Father for approval. He could read people a bit better than you and you trusted his judgment.

“She needs it indeed. That is my daughter after all.”

“You treat her like an object right now.”

Your Father’s eye twitched slightly at the boy’s comment.

“I don’t. There is a murderer running around and you expect me to let my daughter run around freely and alone, in the middle of the night, with some stranger ? Ha ! No.”

You gave your Father a small smile, grateful he looked after you so much. Even though he was the Killer.

The boy scoffed and looked at you again, smile gentle, but fake.

“Tomorrow evening at 6PM in front of this very restaurant, beautiful ?”

You were speechless and looked at your Dad for help. Alastor had a look of annoyance on his face, but his smile didn’t drop yet.

“She is not going anywhere with you, boy. She has no permission to go out with you. Now shoo off.”

The boy scoffed and left. You looked at your Dad.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“No problem, mon ange (My angel).”

That boy was Alastor’s Dinner the next evening, for his lack of manners.

-Another day-

The both of you took a stroll through the park as a group of boys spotted you with your Father.

A blond haired boy approached you, very confident and he seemed to have a very highly stroked ego, like no one can say no to him.

He ran a hand over his hair and gave a flirty smirk towards you.

“Hey there, beautiful~ Wanna go out with me tonight~?”

You got nervous and looked at your Dad, this boy made you uncomfortable.

“My face is over here, pretty girl~”

The boy TOUCHED your chin and had the AUDACITY to turn your face back on himself, forcefully, IN FRONT of Alastor !

Alastor smacked the boy’s hand harshly, the guy yelped and let go, shaking his hand, glaring at your Father.

“What is your Problem, man ?!”, the boy snarled.

“What is MY problem ? Has your Mother never taught you how to treat a woman ? How dare you touch her without asking for permission ? And that in front of ME !”

Your Father was positively boiling in anger. He pulled you into his side, glaring down at the boy. He was the next to die tonight.

“Who even are you ? Her lover ?”, he asked in disgust.

“I am her FATHER.”

At that the blond boy grew a smirk.

“Then shouldn’t you be thrilled that someone like me even bothers to ask your daughter out ?”

This boy was on thin ice and your jaw dropped open in offence. You glared at the boy in disgust.

“Papa ?”, you called out.

“Yes, Darling ?”, Alastor responded, looking at you gently.

“I would like to go HOME. This disgraceful human being ruined my mood. I wish to return home and read a good book.”

The blond boy stared at you in offence, then disgust.

“How dare you call me that ?! I can get any woman I WANT !”

You gave him an unimpressed glare.

“Well, you didn’t get me now, did you ? You have a foul mouth with a disgusting attitude and now, I wish to retreat home, Papa.”

“Of course, Cher.”

The blond boy’s hand formed into a fist and he swung his fist. You closed your eyes tightly, but the impact never came.

You opened your eyes and saw that your Father caught the boy’s hand. His smile and eyes were wide and filled with rage. The boy quivered at that, turning pale.

“You try that again, young man, and we will have very big problems. Understood ?”, Alastor said calmly.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now go away.”

As soon as your Father let go of the boy’s hand, the guy ran away and back to his friends, who laughed at him.

Your Father put a hand on your back and guided you back home.

Overall, Alastor would observe every young man that approaches you, to ask you out.

He would interfere when he doesn’t like them at all.

He would force them to ask for his permission first, because that was how it was usually done in his time anyways and he knew, for a fact, that tradition didn’t stop yet.

Usually a lot of boys back down as soon as he demanded them to ask for his permission first, others would ask and get a big, fat NO from him anyways, which amused you to no ends.

Alastor would be overprotective of you and he was NOT afraid to show it.

He would pull you into his side and wrap an arm protectively over you, showing that you had someone to protect you and that he didn’t take any Bullshit from anyone.

A boy tried to force you to go out with them, they would be found dead soon enough.

Alastor was possessive of you, not in a romantic or perverted sense, but you were his daughter and he knew what young men usually thought when they saw a beautiful woman. He hated the thought of you leaving one day and never coming back. He had some enemies. What if they got you ? No, no, no, he can’t let that happen.

He glared every young man down, that dared to give you nicknames, just to butter you up. Usually they would be his next Dinner too.

As soon as he sees a young lad eying you with impure thoughts, he will end them in the week. If they dare to approach you too and ask you out, clearly just looking to disgrace you, he would go so far as to be very aggressive.

Alastor, your Father, saw no boy worthy enough to date you, in his eyes, they were all way too beneath his Angel. So get ready to have a very long time to staying single and left at peace.

You couldn’t have asked for a better Dad. Alastor was a top #1 Dad in the world. No matter what.

-Addition if you both land in Hell together-

He will NOT let you date in Hell. Absolutely NOT.

He would constantly worry over your safety and send his shadows after you.

Alright...he let you date ONCE in hell and it was an absolute disaster !

That pig just wanted to get into your underwear and the Radio Demon was FURIOUS !

Save to say he ate that guy and then forbid you from dating in Hell. FORGET IT. NO DATES AND LOVE LIFE IN HELL.

And you are not allowed to leave his side for a long while after that either !

He is still your #1 Dad in the whole world though. <3

A/N: So....what do ya think?

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Masterlist HERE !

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fanged-fanfics · 15 days ago

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Could I request romantic headcanons for G1 Soundwave x gentle human male reader x Starscream?

☆ A Gentleman's Loving Care — Soundwave x Male Reader x Starscream ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Soundwave

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave found curiosity in your gentle nature. It was so unlike what Decepticons were taught to be, and every value he held told him that this was the behavior Megatron meant when saying humans were defenseless

ᯓᡣ𐭩 And yet, despite himself, he could never muster up any ill will against you. Your kindness was like a refreshing balm on an old wound. It gave him newfound serenity to be in your presence, something he wasn't willing to give up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His stoicism remained firmly in place for a long time once you got to know him. In rare moments, you began seeing little fissures of the face beneath the act he kept so tightly performing. In your company, he's still rather flat, but with a more noticeable interest in you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tries to learn to be gentle with you, too. To put aside Decepticon loyalty and just experience something by your side. Not a soldier or a weapon, just a bot who can hold you in his larger servos and support you as you always do him. Who can cradle your form as you sleep and know without a doubt that you're safe here

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He becomes as fiercely loyal to you as he is to Megatron. The moments of peace you give him from the ongoing war have solidified his spark to you, he becomes determined to give you the same peace you hand him. Anything you could ever want, he'll be sure to provide, so long as you keep loving him as gently as you always have

Starscream

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream at first has it solidified in his processor that you're an example of why humans are such unnecessary obstacles to the Decepticon goal. You, a small and soft-hearted earthling, halting the progress of an entire Cybertronian army? He initially laughs at the thought

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But then you extend him kindness, over and over again. He doesn't understand it. How can you be so unwavering in your need to attempt to calm him? Why aren't you giving him the same scorn everyone else does? And what about you makes him unable to forget you?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Something he's long since tried to bury enjoys your care more than he wants to ever admit. You don't see him as a pawn or threat, just as someone to be helped and treasured. As much as he wants to cover it up with hate, he can't. He loses against his own stubborn pride

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With time, he comes to be by your side at all possible opportunities. He helps you, he protects you from those he sees as a threat, and he makes sure it's known who he's sworn this new allegiance to. He still often gripes about how a human managed to affect him in this way, but he rarely ever genuinely complains about it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Only in moments of complete seclusion by your side can he really allow himself to soften up. He's got defenses and a reputation he needs to keep up, but not with you. With you, he can speak freely and allow himself to be vulnerable without punishment. It's safe, it's comfortable. It's you. And he wouldn't trade you for anything

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