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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Yandere Headcanon: Worship

Yandere Forgotten God (tentacle monster) x GN Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, gore, dubcon, and yandere themes

He was an ancient chaos god, one that was once revered amongst humans a millennium ago. But over time he had been forgotten when his fishing village had become a city. Now he was nothing more than a tall tale. A god with no name. He no longer had a humanoid form but was now a blob of black tentacles. It was shameful how far he had fallen from grace from his own pride. He should have made sure he was never forgotten.

The god shouldn’t have been so cocky to believe that monk couldn’t seal him away but alas, this was the punishment he deserved for his insatiable greed.

So when you arrive to his shrine and accidentally break the millennium old ward, he’s shocked. Have his own prayers finally been answered? Has someone come to free him from this lonely existence?

“I’ve heard there was once a god of chaos here so I have come to pray to you… please hear my plea.” You then bowed down in respect to the shrine and cried a bit. “I do not wish to be married off to some senile, corrupt man. Please god, if you hear me, save me.” You cried before him. You wanted to be saved before married you off to some old nobleman. You shared your woes of how this man made your city nearly inhabitable with his high taxes and of his salacious behavior. How could he not be swayed? He felt obligated to help you.

And so the god did what he did best, he wreaked havoc. He used his supernatural abilities to cause a landslide onto that nobleman’s home, killing him instantly. Now you no longer had to worry about being a stupid old man’s property. You could continue on with your life worshipping him! Your god!

You visited his shrine daily and left him small offerings. Ones that he would have rejected in the past but was positively thrilled to have now. The god began to love you. How could he not be drawn to your genuine gratitude? He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this thrilled with him… it must’ve been over a thousand years ago now? He didn’t know…

What he loved most about you was your smile. It warmed his heart and he adored it. You were his world and he wanted to be more humanoid for you…

When your visits became less frequent, he used that time away from you to try to shape his body once more. He wanted to be with you. To hold you. To touch you, but he couldn’t do that as a shapeless blob of tentacles… but he could if he was more humanoid.

And so here he was with a mostly humanoid body with functioning male reproductive organs… save for the tentacles that remained attached to his back. His face was picturesque but his extra limbs weren’t… it didn’t matter. He would do so much for you, more than any human man. You didn’t entirely have a choice.

The god diligently worked on his shrine to make it more inhabitable for you as well. He needed it to be perfect so the two of you could be here for all eternity together. Him and his savior! His beloved devotee!

When you returned to his shrine after a week of not seeing him with bruises on your face, he was livid. Who had harmed you? Why would they hurt you? Hurt his destined spouse? How dare they… how dare they.

You shared your woes and prayed for salvation once more, this time from your family. They believed you to now be bad luck due to the nobleman’s sudden death and began to verbally and physically abuse you. You looked so miserable… just like him. His poor, precious worshipper didn’t deserve such treatment. No. They deserved to be worshipped.

The god now had enough power to leave his shrine due to your generous offerings. Your worship gave him the power to become a great chaos god once more.

And the god once more inflicted his wrath upon your enemies. This time he tore them apart limb from limb, starting from their mouths to their hands and eventually to their feet. He wished to start out by ripping out the tongues that spat venomous words at you. To break every bone in their hands and feet for the pain they inflicted on you. For every sin committed against you, he would inflict it back tenfold.

This is the first time you were able to see his true form as well… you were so silent the entire time of his massacre of your family. Was he so gorgeous that you were speechless? How cute his darling was!

You began to sob when he held your face between his blood coated palms. The smell of iron was too much for you that you began to retch but he was oblivious that he was the reason of your disgust and fear. Those damn humans must be too much for you to be around… perhaps he should whisk his spouse away?

So he did just that. His arms and tentacles tightly wrapped around you as he whisked you off to your new home together. The revamped shrine. He hoped you’d love it since he worked so hard on making it habitable for the two of you!

You struggle in his grip but he doesn’t relent. You must be shy… how cute!

You try to push the tentacles from you, but they merely wrap around your form to gently massage you. He needed to calm you before you hurt yourself… it was okay!

“Be not afraid, my dear.” His voice made you jump in surprise but he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt you… you’re my beloved after all. My savior.”

“You’re the god of this shrine…” you whispered softly, which made the god eagerly nod. “You’re Xeros.”

Yes! That was his name! The one he had forgotten over the years. You were so sweet to remember his name…

You don’t even have time to protest before his tentacles wrap around your body in an enticing manner. The extra appendages slip into the waist band of your pants and tease your tight hole. You whine at the sudden touch but more tentacles wrap around your arms and legs to keep you in place

“Your offerings were wonderful but I need a better offering since I eliminated your problem…” Xeros smiled down at you with his hauntingly beautiful face. “I demand you as my offering. You will be my eternal spouse.”

“But I’m just a human- ack!” You gagged on the tentacle that was suddenly shoved into your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears as the god beamed at you.

“It doesn’t matter to me what species you are. I’m a god. I will always get what I want.” Your back arched when one of his slimy tentacles finally breeched the tight ring of muscles and wriggled inside of you. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overcame you.

“See? Why would you resist such pleasure?” Xeros leaned to whisper, his hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, “I’m far better than any mortal lover. Don’t you think so?”

Your mind is too cloudy to form a coherent reply, your eyes rolled back in you head as his black tendrils ravish you. The tentacle in your mouth soon replaced with his tongue.

This was the way you should always be. You deserved every orifice of your body to be stuffed to the brim with him. To cry and whine in pleasure that ascends human comprehension. To be his spouse and to lay his eggs.

You deserved to be worshipped as his deity

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d0youc0py · 9 months

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Heyyy. This might b triggering so it’s okay if u don’t do it, but how would 141 + Konig react if reader was @ her friends house and got in the middle of an argument between friend + her bf and friends bf ended up hitting reader? (Kinda self indulgent 🫣)

“You always do this Simon!” You growled, shoving some clothes into an overnight bag.

“Do what?” He snapped back. He stood in the doorway, trying to slow his breathing. He was upset- more than upset, but he refused to loose his patience with you. “Just want to keep you safe kid.” He reminded.

“You’re trying to isolate me!” You shouted, making your way towards the bathroom. “Every time I try to do anything you always tell me it’s not safe- or that I shouldn’t trust this person. Newsflash Simon I have been able to survive on this earth without you.”

“I don’t like him.” He held strong. He wouldn’t compromise with you if he felt you were at risk. Your friend had invited you to spend the night at her house for a sleepover, and when you broke the news to Simon his first question was: ‘will that slag of hers be there?’ To be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. Why did it matter if he was there? You knew Simon trusted you but his constant distrust of other people was starting to wear on you.

“That doesn’t really matter Simon.” You sighed. You stood in front of him expectantly, waiting for him to move out of the frame. “Besides what evidence to you have against him?”

“He’s a strange man.” He responded.

“He’s not a stranger Simon. We’ve been on like three double dates with them.” You huffed, taking it upon yourself to push past him when he refused to move. He growled to himself, following you around the flat. Suddenly his hands gripped your hips pulling you back towards him. His neck bent down and you instinctually made room for his head by tilting yours to the side.

“Just stay home with me tonight, yeah?” The anger left your body at his soft words and the small kisses placed against your neck. “Or at least say you can’t spend the night. No reason for you to be away for that long.” You turned in his arms, placing a kiss against his chin.

“Simon I’ll be fine, yeah?” You murmured, causing another huff to escape him.

•••

That turned out to be a fat lie.

“Do you think Simon’s going to propose anytime soon?” She asked causing you to flush. “You two have been together for what, three, four years?”

“Just two.” You corrected politely. “I don’t know honestly, haven’t really thought about it much.”

“Such a lie.” She snickered, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes waving her off.

“Keep it down in there!” You both jumped at the sudden boom from the living room.

“Sorry Rick!” Your friend shouted, seemingly unbothered by his nasty tone. A pit formed in your stomach.

“He always talk to you like that?” You asked, keeping your voice down. She looked at you with a small smile.

“Just when I’m bothering him. Surely Simon snaps at you.” She explained. How could she not realize how out of touch her statement was.

“Not like that.” You said.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You winced as Ricks voice rung out from behind you. How the hell were you suppose to get out of this one? “You comin into my house, filling my girls head with shite?” He snarled. You quickly stood up.

“No, course not.” You smiled, making your way towards the door.

“I’m good to her.” He huffed, following your footsteps. You nodded your head in agreement.

“I’m sure you are.” You offered a weak smile, peaking behind you to make sure you didn’t trip over any furniture. His arm darted out gripping yours, tugging you close to him.

“You’re sure?” He pressed. You were a quivering mess at this point. Fear and adrenaline being to much for your body to process.

“Rick!” Your friend yelled. He threw a harsh ‘shut up’ over his shoulder. Your mind raced trying to remember even just one technique Simon had showed you. You wished you had payed more attention, instead of just staring at his arms the whole time.

“You’re sure?” He growled again giving you a shake.

“Stop!” You shouted. It was met with a harsh smack to your face.

“I’ve got neighbors you little”- His words were cut off as Simon’s words finally rang through your head:

“When in doubt, aim for the balls or the throat.”

You decided the first one was the most viable option. It had caught him off guard enough to loosen his grip and it was all you needed, slamming the front door shut behind you. You had made it down the flight of stairs, your hands searching your pockets for your phone only to realize you had left it inside.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, trying to make heads or tails of where you were. You weren’t overly familiar with this area. But you were familiar with the fast approaching figure heading towards you. “Simon.” You gasped, hurdling yourself towards him. You didn’t know why he was here but you sure as shit weren’t complaining.

Even through your own shakes you could feel him tremble against you. You let out a sob as he tried to pull away from you.

“He touch you?” He growled, none of it’s malice towards you. Your cheek burned and you could only imagine the mark it had left.

“I want to go home.” You sputtered, burying your face in the safety of his shoulder. He swallowed down his anger to the best of his ability.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He murmured against your head. He carried you to the truck, buckling you up. He continued to let you cling to him until you had calmed, and the loudest thing between you two was his pounding heartbeat. “Tell me what happened, yeah?” He hummed, trying his hardest to fake some calmness.

“He grabbed my arm.” You whispered. His chest heaved. “And”- you cut yourself off. Taking a small breath you pulled away from him, his heated eyes quickly falling on the bruise already spreading over half your face. His face flushed, but he was able to hold in the burning of his body.

“Sweetheart.” He said slowly. He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Give me the apartment number.”

“1G.” You said, with surprisingly little hesitation. Whatever Simon was about to do, it was deserved.

When Simon came back he was shockingly clean, and shockingly poised. He tossed your overnight bag into the back seat and handed you your phone when he got into the drivers seat.

“Simon”- he cut you off by tangling both your hands with one of his, pulling out of the parking garage. You didn’t need to know. You didn’t need to know that he had broken down a door- and almost every bone in that man’s body. That he had been waiting outside the apartment building for the past three hours, stewing in his own protectiveness. Your friend wasn’t even mad. She didn’t bat an eye when Simon asked to use her bathroom to clean himself up a bit- not wanting that man’s blood anywhere near your precious body.

He brought your hands up pressing a kiss against your knuckles, pulling into the grocery store parking lot for a bag of frozen peas and ice cream.

He wasn’t suppose to be home yet. He had at least another week away- another week for your bruised face to heal. It had just began to look better, the harsh purple color fading to more of a greenish yellow color.

He opened the door, steadying himself for the only attack he actually enjoyed. Your pressing yourself as close to him as you could, tangling your limbs with any part of him, your lips suffocating any thought he had other than he was finally home with you. His stomach dropped when it never came, shutting to door behind him his bag thumping loud against the floor.

“Sweetheart?” His voice boomed, the worst running through his head. He reminded himself he wasn’t suppose to be home for another week and that you weren’t expecting him. Yet your car was in the driveway and there was still no sign of you.

“I’m here.” His shoulders relaxed, your voice melting his brain just right.

“Where are y”- he stopped himself. You were standing in front of him. The realization as to why you weren’t all over him right now crashing down on him harder than a bullet. You- his literal everything- adorned with a sickening brush on your cheek. The same cheek he would brush his beard against to make you laugh. The same cheek his fingers would stroke to self soothe when his brain was just too loud. The same cheek that would flush berry red when he mumbled certain things against you.

“I can explain.” You said quickly, allowing him to maneuver the two of you to the couch. You quickly found your designated spot on his lap, hoping your touch would cause the storm that was about to ensure lighten.

“I want a name.” His voice was calm. Too calm.

“It was an accident. Fell in the garden and hit myself on that big rock you keep telling me to look out for.”

He wasn’t buying it. His face stone cold, as his thumb traced over the healing brush gently.

“I’ll be good.” He assured. He couldn’t fathom why you wanted to protect this person. Must’ve been someone you knew. “Name, please.”

“John.” You whined, clawing at his shirt. He huffed and relaxed you against him, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“You don’t want to tell me because you think I’ll overreact.” He couldn’t even blame you for that. The man would happily start a war over you. “I won’t touch ‘em, I promise.” He whispered. His hand rubbed up and down your back and you realized just how much you needed the comfort. His hand stopped at your neck, massaging the tense muscles. “Just need to know who hurt my love, hmm?”

“Promise you won’t hurt anyone?” You insisted using his chest to cover up a yawn. He hummed, nodding his head.

“Rick. Remember Kelsey’s boyfriend? I went over to her house and he showed up drunk yelling at her about some fight they had earlier. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and before I knew it he hit me.” You explained. The normally comfortable body under you had turned ridged, his heartbeat drumming against your ear. “John?”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He chuckled slowly against your temple. “Did you”-

“Put a frozen steak on it? Yeah.”

“I’m sorry that happened darling.” He sighed. His large hands gripped your sides pulling you away from him just for a moment. “If something like that ever happens again you call me, understand?” His eyebrow rose to show his seriousness.

“Yes sir.” You swore a small smile on your lips.

He had kept his promise- he didn’t hurt anyone. But he couldn’t allow someone who hurt you live a comfortable life. It would go against his oath to you if he did.

And besides, someone has to make the enemy afraid of the dark.

He should’ve know better than to leave you alone. He thought that for just one moment while he went to the bathroom it would be safe. You had been tucked under his arm the whole evening, so everyone knew who you were there with. It was his fault for assuming his physique was enough to keep any unwanted advancements away. Time slowed as he came out of the bathroom, his trained eyes spotting you right where he had left you, except you were on the floor. Tears streaming down that perfect face of yours, your own hand cupping your cheek. He didn’t even need to see your best friend pulling at her boyfriends arm in shock- or the way his green eyes stared at his own hand like it had just appeared out of thin air to know what had happened.

Johnny was by your side in an instant, pulling your hazy body to its feet. He’d experienced this before on the field. Everything moving in slow motion- hyper focusing on the important things. Right now it was you.

“Mac.” You gasped, your fingers curling into his shirt sleeve. Like a shockwave he was pulled back into real time. The loud chatter of the bar. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The fear rolling off of you. It made his blood boil. He turned to look at Rick his mind going into autopilot. His hand shot out grabbing him by the shirt collar on flinging him backwards. The bar went dead silent the only sound was Ricks body slamming into the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar. Johnny took a few steps forward wanting to finish what he had just started. That wasn’t enough of a punishment. He wouldn’t be happy till he was unrecognizable. “Jo.” Your pleading voice snapped him out of it once more.

In that moment he realized how selfish he was. You were scared and needed assurance, not seeing your husband nearly kill someone. He wrapped a sturdy arm around you guiding you out of the disheveled bar. The cold felt good against your heated bodies.

“I don’t know what happened.” You sputtered, letting the Scot support your body weight. “Camilla was making a joke about how angry Rick gets when she folds his laundry wrong and I made a joke about how she still does his laundry and then he”-

You couldn’t even get through the story.

“Let me see.” Johnny hushed, gently removing your hand from your face. He leaned forward pressing a light kiss against the throbbing flesh. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Six out of ten.” You responded, nuzzling your way back into his strong chest. All you wanted was to be home in bed in the safety of his arms. The smell of pine tickled your brain enough for the tears to stop.

“Should go back there and”-

“No.” You huffed.

“That number is too damn high for me to let him off easy.”

“Easy? You threw the man across the room with one hand.” You reminded.

“Should make it so he only has one hand.”

“Johnny.” The use of his full name stopped the unintelligible Scottish rambling that was sure to ensue. “Can we go home please?”

“Hey sweetheart, need me to come pick you up?” Kyle spoke into the phone that was resting between his shoulder and his cheek. When you sniffled into the phone he didn’t even bother to pause his game, his fingers gripping the device in his hand.

“Ky.” You mumbled. You mumbled in that specific tone that cracked his heart in such a wince worthy way. “I need help.” His blood ran cold.

“Stay on the phone with me, yeah.” He demanded, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. “What happened?” The sound of his car starting settled you a little bit. “You still at your friends house?”

“No, I’m down the street, by the library.” You sniffed. “He hit me, Ky.”

A sound let Kyles throat- a mix of a growl and a whine. His foot pressed even harder against the accelerator, running straight through a red light. His body was shaking, adrenaline heightening his senses. He wished the two of you didn’t live in such a big city with so much fucking traffic.

“Who’s he?” Kyle snarled.

“Jess’s boyfriend.” You emphasized. “They got into a stupid fight about which Pizza to order for lunch and all I did was fucking agree with her.”

He felt sick. He’d seen a lot of gruesome shit in his life, but the thought of someone hurting you took the cake. He could imagine how scared you were- how scared you are. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and he imagined your heart rate was about the same as his right now. He can imagine you scrambling to find a way out of there- away from the danger.

“After this we’re practicing those damn self dense moves.” He gritted. You mumbled an ‘okay’ before seeing a familiar sleek, black car pull up next to you.

“How’d you get here so fast?” You questioned, hanging up the phone as he got out of the car.

“Let me see.” He insisted, pressing the back of his palm against your heated cheek. You winced, shying away. “Let’s go get you some ice.” He said mostly to himself. He rested a hand on the back of your neck guiding you to the passenger side.

He kept his hand in your lap the whole drive to the grocery store. “What pizza did he want?”

“Pepperoni with mushrooms.” You replied. The rest of the ride was silent, Kyle went into the store without you.

“Hold this against your face.” He pressed a bag of frozen peas to your cheek. He unwrapped your favorite candy bar, placing it in your lap. Even with your swollen face you couldn’t stop a smile. “I need to make a quick stop before we go home.” His eyes flickered over to you, the same flash of anger striking through him as he took your appearance in. You didn’t think anything of it till he turned down your friends street.

“Kyle.” You mumbled. The last thing you wanted to do was be back here.

“I know baby, I know.” He tried his best to soothe, but he was so riled up. He needed to get this out of his system. Besides he couldn’t just let people hurt you and get away with it. “Stay here, I’ll only be a second.” He closed the door behind him, grabbing a frozen pizza that you didn’t even know he got out of the backseat. You watched anxiously as he made his way up the driveway ringing the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal Rick and Kyle wasted absolutely no time shoving the frozen pizza in his face. The strength of it sent Rick flying backwards and Kyle took the upmost pleasure in the loud crack of his nose breaking.

“Traffic is bad mein Herz. I’m going to be a little late.” You huffed at his words.

“Drive safe I’ll see you soon.”

“He running late?” Your friend questioned as you made your way back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be here soon though.” She smiled, taking dinner out of the oven. “Help me set up?” She asked over her shoulder, making her way to the dinning room. You began grabbing the silverware out of the drawer.

“No, Konig?” Rick asked, sitting down at the kitchen island. You shook your head.

“He’ll be here soon.” You assured.

“That’s too bad.” His hand landing on your hip followed his slimy words.

“What are you doing?” You spat, backing away. He shushed you.

“Keep you’re voice down. Don’t want her to find us out, yeah?” He said, nodding his head towards the dinning room.

“There is nothing to find out!” You must’ve said it too loud, because Ricks hand flung forward connecting with your cheek. You dropped the spoons in your hand, then clattering loudly on the floor. You didn’t even have time to feel scared, catching sight of the colossal figure in the doorway.

Rick followed your gaze and it was almost laugh worthy at how quickly he lost all confidence.

“Schatz?” Konig held out his car keys to you. “Wait in the car, please.”

Gentle blue eyes watched you, almost chuckling at the way you skipped over to him. Konig reveled in the way you trusted him. Trusted him to take care of you- to protect you. Later he would wrap you up in his arms and hold a bag of ice to your face, but right now he had other things to deal with.

“And turn the music up. It might get loud in here.”

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wanderingconstellations · 10 months

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Scara who ties and gags you up so you won't move as he shoves a vibrator into your hole, leaving you in his room to head to work while the vibrator was buzzing into at low intensity and when he came back, your legs were soaked and dripping with your juices— your eyes teary and face flushed. You weren't able to cum for the last few hours and you needed to orgasm so bad, but you can't even do anything while being like this. He soon takes out the vibrator that was all covered in your juices, and placed it aside— only for him to pull his cock out and push it inside of you. You've been waiting for so long, so relieved that Scara was nice enough to fuck you raw while you're becoming a dumb little mess under him and even after a few rounds, he wouldn't stop even if you were too dumb and overstimulated to even realize how many times you even came. You might have to decide a color on your wheel chair...

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creamecafe · 1 year

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Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...

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Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of sexual harassment

Don't forget to like, share, reblog and comment on what you think!

• This boy is head over heels for you

• I mean absolutely whipped

• The day he first saw you he knew that he would want to be yours

• He wakes up early every morning just to go to your house to walk to school together

• The only mornings that he doesn't go to your house if he's sick or if something comes up with Sebastian

• Comforting him when his father dies

• Defends you from bullies and sexual harassment from guys whether walking in town or in school

• "My, my, look here Tommy. This sure is a fine one. Hey lady/gentleman! What's your name?"

"What did you say? Back off they're already taken"

• He'll get into fights for you

• Like a LOT of fights

• Loves holding your hand a lot

• A huge gentlemen

• His father and Sebastian raised him right

• This man opens doors for you, compliments your dress/suit, hair, etc.

• Knows your favorite tea, dessert, fruit, color, book, etc.

• This boy knows everything about you

• When you're not around him, all he does is talk about you and Sebastian is kinda fed up with it but can't help be happy he has someone like you

• "Y/N read this beautiful poem in class. Their voice was just soothing. Oh did I also told you that Y/N is crazy smart? Wait Y/N is..."

"Gilbert, if you say one more thing about Y/N, I might throw my head in the burner."

• They both laugh together

• Everything you could ask for in a guy

• Consent is everything for him

• Is grateful for you in his life and couldn't ask for anything or anybody else

Thanks for reading! Don't forget to heart, reblog, share, comment on your thoughts, and follow for more works! You can also find me on Wattpad and my other socials in my bio. Feedback is always much appreciated!

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m2ok · 1 year

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Ooooohhh König with a shorter s/o that keeps stealing his shirts

-🐝

ugheirgerigu height difference holds my heart <333. Also, I’m working on your other requests right now <33

König With a Short S/O

König x Reader

A/N: i just made these headcannons, because i felt i could do that better than a fic. I felt like a fic would be too short ( even though this is also short-). Male reader is intended, but could be read as Gender Neutral

He’s used to being taller than everyone, so you being shorter than him is not a surprise at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love it though, and he absolutely exploits it. He puts things higher on shelves just so you have to ask him to get it for you. He also for sure does that thing where he leans down to your level so that he can hear you better.

Now, i know big boy has social anxiety, but i don’t think he’s as timid as everyone makes him out to be. I say this because I think he would just pull you onto his lap whenever he could, he likes how grounding it is to have your body weight on his. Also side note but those thighs?? So very strong.

He does not go easier on you when you’re sparring as he thinks that would be a disservice to you and your capabilities. Of course he’s not going to do something that would seriously hurt you, but you will be thrown around and your height will be used against you.

Scary dog privileges, obviously. Someone not taking you seriously because of your stature? He’s just standing behind you, staring the person down until they comply. From then on that person doesn’t hesitate when told to do something.

He likes to hide you behind him when talking to people because he thinks its funny when you just pop out and scare the shit out of whoever he’s talking to.

Picks you up constantly. Especially when you’re about to get into a fight, like he’d just grab you under your arms and carry you away before punches can be thrown. A mission is going south? He’s throwing you over his shoulder before you can even think of continuing said mission.

Okay now onto the clothing stealing. He cant even try to hide how much he likes it when you were his clothes. They’re just so long on you and it’s obvious who’s clothes you’re wearing. Especially loves it when you walk around base in one of his hoodies, because then everyone gets a little reminder who you’re dating.

First time you stole his shirt he was a giggling little mess, he was covering his already masked face with his hands because of how hard he was blushing.

I think whenever he’d want to see you in his clothes he would just hold out whatever article it is and wait for you to take it and put it on. As soon as you did he would insist on spending the rest of the night cuddling. He just always wants to hug you :(((((

Overall he gets very cuddly when you’re wearing his stuff. It’s like cuteness aggression, and I think he would legitimately give you little love bites because he simply cannot handle it.

As always, requests are open

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mokislover · 1 year

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Hey hey, Can I make a request ?

How would (separate) kokushibo, akaza and doma react to their S/O giving them a gift ?

It's okay if you don't do the request and I also love your writing ! 👉👈

A/N; THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH???!!!

HCS: gn!reader, shy!reader(Doumas part), tsundere(ish) akaza, and blushy kokushibo!

Kokushibo-!!

how dare you?? how dare you make the *scary* uppermoon one get all giddy inside?? WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??!!

the way your lips curled into a smile made his non existent heart melt!!

your just so perfect for him??

—his ears flinch hearing soft footsteps around the area he was resting in, holding his katana tight as if getting ready for bloodshed

"kokuuu??? where are youuu??!!" he hears your loud voice echoing throughout the forest as he sighs, standing up to find you

"(name)" he appears suddenly behind your back as you let out a loud screech, he had to put his hand over your mouth "sh." leaves his lips as you calmed down

"kokuuu!! I brought you something!!" giving him a small little box with an adorable tiny bow on top, he raises his brows in curiosity taking it on his hand examining it slightly

"open it! I saw it on a stall, and I hope you'll like it!!" lifting the lid as he was greeting with a moon charm that'd fit his katana nicely

"sooo?? do you like it??!!" hes speechless, as red reaches his cheecks, putting out his hand to pat your head

"i-its nice..thank y-you.."

Akazaaa-!!

you're so annoying!! leaving your scraps all over the forest? Psh--

he works so hard to find them all ;((

he won't tell you that tho!!

—As he was patrolling the area, he finds little carvings on the trees, examining it he grumbles in frustration,, that's your mark?? How'd you get there before him??

He walks annoyed arms crossed and a small little pout on his lips, as he..tripped and fell to the ground

looking at the item he tripped on he found a little box with a catclip on it, with a note-

'kazaa?? I already scouted here hehe >:) find all of the gifts I left you, and you might get something from me!!;))

ps.i hope you tripped on the gift

-(name)'

the sheds the paper in embarrassment, as he went to ignores the gifts he spotted.

he got all 36 of them with no damage.

Doma-??!!

He just thinks you're just so adorable! Trailing behind his feet, fidgeting with your fingers staring onto the floor

the little tint of red on your cheek makes him go ???

you're just so cuteee,,, and your shy personality just makes the cherry on top !!

—he orders around everybody (all except you) to do their job, make food, etc?? While all you have to do is follow his EVERY move

eating people? you're watching, sitting down with the curios eyes he just loves so much??!!

He could sense you have something to say, "ano!- lord doma!" your squeaky voice echos the empty room, "hm? what is it darling?"

you place the wrapped box neatly onto the floor, as you stared up seeing his red cheeks and curious eyes you get embarrassed

flinching as you bolted out of the room,, he chuckles at you before opening the box filled with stickers to decorate his fan

Aren't you just a little sweetie just for him?

the 5percent motivation I used to make this is crazyy ong

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essenceeater · 6 months

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Erron black trying to court s/o headcanons? 🫡

Erron Black Courting HC's

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS ERRON! I love him so much, cowboys are just AUGHHHH 😫😫😫 This is probably the fastest request I've written!

Character: Erron Black.

Triggers: Mentions of guns, lmk if I missed anything.

Requested: Yes

🔓 Requests are open at the moment🔓

Link to rules

🐎 Erron Black would maintain his mysterious aura but gradually reveal his softer side to his S/O. He might leave little gifts or hidden notes around to pique his S/O's curiosity. He leaves small, enigmatic notes with cryptic messages, encouraging the reader to solve them, leading to secret meetups.

🐎 Occasionally, he sends them rare desert flowers or unique trinkets as tokens of his affection.

🐎 Erron challenges you occasionally to a shooting competition in a secluded area, setting up targets in creative and challenging ways.

🐎 He'd provide shooting lessons, standing closely behind the reader to guide their aim, creating a romantic tension. He just wants to impress you with his sharp shooting skills

"Let me show you how it's done," Erron stands behind, guiding his S/O's arm, both focusing their vision on the target in front of them. "Now, squeeze the trigger gently."

🐎 An adventure might involve a surprise horseback ride to a hidden oasis, complete with a picnic he prepared. I know this is Erron we are talking about but he's gonna try his damn best to make you happy.

🐎In perilous situations, Erron would shield the reader, using his skills to ensure their safety. He'd be damned if something happened to you. He'd go to great lengths to ensure his S/O's safety, showing his commitment and care.

"I can't stand to see anyone threaten you. I'll always keep you safe, no matter what."

🐎 Erron's morally ambiguous nature might lead to inner conflicts, as he tries to balance his loyalty to Outworld with his feelings for his lover. He doesn't want to scare you away or think he'd hurt you, but he's not going to give up his outlaw life, just keep you away from the dangers.

🐎 During quiet nights by a campfire, he definitely would tell you stories, some goofy, some intense. He might gradually open up to you about his past and the reasons for his outlaw lifestyle, creating a bond of trust and intimacy.

🐎 YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T TRY TO CHARM HIS S/O WHILE COURTING THEMMMMM!! HE SO WOULDDDD.

🐎 Expect lots of playful banter and teasing from Erron as he tries to charm you. His wit and humor would be part of his courtship strategy. HOWEVER THEY ARE ALL SUPER CHEESY AND FUNNY. I love him but I feel like he'd be saying some of the most goofy shit possible with someone he genuinely likes.

🐎He would tease the reader with witty one-liners, creating a playful yet flirtatious dynamic.

🐎 Banter between them would be a recurring theme, adding humor to their interactions.

"You might want to be careful, sweetheart. I've been known to steal hearts." Erron said as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as the two of you watched the stars.

"Oh really?" S/O chuckles as they rest their head against his shoulder. Rolling their eyes at his cheesy attempt to charm.

🐎This man is an outlaw, he's unpredictable.

🐎 What does this lead to?

��He might surprise the reader with unexpected acts of kindness or show up when they least expect it, keeping them on their toes. All of a sudden he's appearing at their doorstep with a homemade dinner and flowers in hand.

🐎 Unexpected visits during storms, when the reader least expects it, would be Erron's way of expressing his affection.

"I brought dinner. Hope you like it."

"You can cook?"

"A little something I picked up over the years. Just for you."

🐎 Erron Black would likely be a fan of slow burn, gradually building a connection and chemistry with his S/O, making the eventual romance more rewarding from his courting.

"I reckon I want to savor every moment with you, darlin'. No rush."

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d3lta-2005 · 7 months

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Please do one with the shelby brothers [plus other characters if you want] with a underground boxer bf? Like the bf is a bixer who participates illegal street fights, earns hella cash? Thank u :3

Shelby brothers with a s/o That's a underground boxer

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

Male reader Specified

☆Thomas Shelby☆

-he probably met you when he went to tell Arthur off for fighting again

- noticed you as you were fighting, you probably had a bit of blood on you and most likely no shirt

- as he was sorting Arthur out he was giving you side looks and gave you one last good look as h left

- a cupple of days later you were in the garrison having a drink when someone came up behind you, "your the lad I saw fighting a cupple days back" Thomas said as he took a seat next to you

- he handed you a drink and drank his own drink

- you 2 started talking and the night got a little carried away

- you and Thomas met more and more, as you met up you 2 got closer and closer, you then started dating

- although he gets worried about you getting hurt he doesn't mind that you fight

- he would help you patch up after fights

- I feel like he would kiss your wounds better like the gentleman he is

- he does like the fact he doesn't have to look after you money wise although he is a little worried about you being found out

☆Arthur Shelby☆

- he met you becuse you where the one he was gonna fight (I think it was boxing he did, it was that time he beat the kid to up)

- you did fight it was a close call but he won

- you both end it with a handshake of appreciation

- he offered you a drink afterwards

- he would offer you a drink after every time you finished fighting

- you bond over the time you get drunk

- sometimes you would end up in a random place in the morning like a bath tub

- after you start dating you 2 end up sparing more and if you got hurt he would help you patch up.

- he isn't really shocked at how much money you make but his is still proud of you non the less

☆John Shelby☆

- he met you becuse he was drunk and walked over to you and tried to start a fight with you

- you won being the 1 that wasn't drunk

- he tried to find you the next day as Tommy told him to apologise to you for causing the fight

- he got curious after he apologised and started asking a bunch of questions

- he invited you to hang out with him and after a while the invites were more and more regular

- once you started dating you told him that you did underground boxing

- he was fully supportive of you

- unlike Tommy and Arthur he wasn't too worried about you getting hurt

- he was extremely shocked at how much money you make though

#mlm #gender neutral s/o #nblm #arthur shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #gay #gay headcanon

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bunny-pxp · 7 months

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Slashers! With a S/O who adores Cats.

AN: Hello! Im back, as you can see. But anyways, we all know that I took a break from Tumblr for a while so I want to greet everyone with a fluff writing! So, please enjoy. Characters being ‘used’: Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz.

Warning ⚠️ : Not proof read.

REQUESTS : OPEN.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba had grown to know that you adored cats. Mostly from how you would always get as excited as ever if you saw a cat wondering out in between the two sheds. Or, out in the old water hole drinking from it.. And he found it amusing. Never to judge you from your sudden outbursts of, “Oh my god! Look, Bubba look! .. a cat!” Whilst you pointed out from the window.

Sometimes, he would join in your watchings. Chiseling his butcher knife onto the wooden table and sitting next to you, watching as the little gray cat walks through the dirt and hops through the dead trees.

..Soon enough, Bubba sees that the little gray cats keeps coming more often or stopping by the front door. So he begins to leave out some leftover meat for it, just so he could rush to you. Squealing for you to step out and see the little surprise on the doorstep (how adorable).

Maybe, a few days later the cat gets warmed up to the both of you. Curling up to your hand when you touch its face, licking at the pads of your fingers or even gliding its tail against your wrist. Which just makes you absolutely melt.. “Aghh!— It touched me! It let me pet it, yess”.

Bubba, absolutely adores this little love of cats of yours. And he runs along with it, as he loves to see you smile continuously.

Billy Lenz

Billy never really catched onto your love for cats, as it was confusing to him in a way. “Why.. Why does piggy like cats, more than me?!” was one thing he would always repeat to you. But you would soon explain that you didn’t like or love them more than him, just that you found them cute. (which lead to MORE questions).

Sometimes, he would watch you from afar as you ran your hands through the fur of the chubby white cat that belonged to one of the workers. And would squint at the sight, judging you.

A little while after, he catches himself peeking at the pudgy cat as it walks up the stairs, down the stairs or hopping down from the rails. Meaning, he’s denying the fact he also somewhat finds it cute. To the point he wants to have a feel at it.

One day, as you’re sneaking into the attic. He claws at your arms and pulls you in, begging for you to bring it to the attic and that he wants to pet it .. “Give it! Billy wants to touch it too!”. You had gotten to his soft-spot.

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momochiikawa · 11 months

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soft genshin x gn reader headcanons.

characters: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Lumine, Aether, Eula, Ei, Diluc, Cyno

cw: like one swear in lumine's headcanons.

Kaveh

HE. LOVES. YOU. SO. FUCKING. MUCH

he giggles and kicks his feet whenever he thinks about you.

when you kiss him, kaveh literally melts. buys you matching stuff <3. if you want to cuddle with him, he'll drop everything he's doing just to spend time with you. lets you brush his hair!!! thinks about you literally 24/7.rants to you, about how awful alhaithams taste in furniture is, and how cruel he is to take his keys on "accident." if you buy him anything, he'll treasure it, and NEVER lets it get dirty.

Alhaitham

shows his love towards you by helping you with your work or giving you solutions for your problems.kiss him on the neck and he will get SOO flustered by it <3333. when you two sleep together he'll hold you so close you can feel his hot breath on your neck <3 (goodluck trying to get out.) you're the only one who's allowed to interrupt his rest time. he may not be the best at comforting you, but will hold you whenever you want him to.

Lumine

WILL PROTECT YOU WITH HER LIFE!!!! as a reward for defeating an enemy she wants a kiss <3. will tell you stories about different worlds, late into the night. paimon tells her to shut the fuck up. will get you anything, she would trade paimon for it. loves your smile the most and will do everything it takes to make it last forever.

Aether

so cute!!

gives you kisses you on the forehead. cooks for you!! and paimon. he'll introduce you to ALL of his friends (goodluck with traveling thru every nation.) he gets super shy if you hold him by the waist (please do) <33 .shoos paimon away when you two want alone time. compasate it by buying her food. he has chubby cheeks and they're sooooo squishy!!!!

he's just a cutie patootie

Eula

congrats! you just gained yourself a bodyguard! will call you babygirl/boy/person(?). very impressed if you manage to raise her claymore. teaches you how to make a moonpie <3 (very patient.) sometimes she puts her cold hands on your bare shoulders to startle you. isn't really cuddly but she enjoys being the little spoon sometimes <3

oh lord. very veryyy overprotective. won't let you go anywhere alone. (she's scared you'll leave like her friends and sister :[ ). make sure to bring some sweets for her!! she'll reward you with lots of kisses <3. if anyone ever dares to disrespect you, the shogun will deal with them. thinks it's cute when you lay down on her thighs.

Diluc

:hearteyes:

huge simp for you. doesn't give a fuck about anyone else. thinks about you 24/7. very very bad at flirting(you have to initiate everything.) likes when you hold his arm. the best heat pack ever, you won't even need a blanket when cuddling with him

Cyno

your TCG sessions take like 7 hours.can go from serious to silly very quickly. bed talk takes 2 hours. PLEASE laugh at his jokes, he's trying. loves tickling your tummy (poke his ribs in return.) sometimes he thumps his headwear against your forehead while you two kiss

just a silly little guy

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pastel-peach-writes · 10 months

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caitvi x reader who came home late and beaten up because of zauntie hooligans idk 😭

Hi! I wrote this up some time ago but Tumblr lost the story SMH. To get this out quicker, I decided to make these headcanons. I'm sorry about the delay! Protective CaitVi coming up!

They Go Low, We Go Lower | CaitVi x Reader Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of you coming home late with CaitVi

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Use of the word "ass", Angry Vi, Domestic CaitVi, Caitlyn Also Wants To Kick Ass, Second POV, Mentions of Bruises and Blood (brief), Suggestive Mention, A Couple That Kicks Ass Together Stays Together, No Use Of Y/N, Not Proofread!

– Vi and Caitlyn already don't like when you come home late.

– There's no cell phones or online service to see where you're at so it's not like you can leave them a voicemail or send a text message.

– Regardless, Vi and Cait try to be understanding when you come home late because they often do the same without warning.

– Just because they understand, doesn't mean you won't get scolded.

"And just where the hell were you?" Vi exclaims as you walk through the door. The door creaks behind you as you shut it close. Careful, as if dealing with a ticking time bomb, you set your heavy bag down and slide off your boots. "Work got off late. No big deal." "No big deal?!" the pinkette further exclaims. She steps closer to you her face scrunched up with anger and worry, but her eyes scream relief. Though she was yelling at you over something you can't control, she's relieved to see you home in one piece. "You had Caitlyn worried sick!" From the home office, Caitlyn peeks her head out. Unlike Vi who was still in her gear, she was dressed in casual nightwear. "They had me worried sick? I'm not the one who's yelling," Caitlyn chuckles as she walks over to you two. "Though I'm calmer than our counterpart, I have to agree with Vi. You coming home late is not 'not a big deal'. We were concerned." Apologetic, you give Caitlyn and Vi reassuring pecks. "I'm sorry. I'll be sure to find some way to let you guys know I'll be late." Caitlyn and Vi seem pleased with your apology. You then offer to make dinner, but to your surprise, the two already ate. Vi walks off with a sly, knowing smirk while Caitlyn goes to reheat your food.

– if you thought that reaction was bad, oh boy...

– Just wait till you see their reaction to you coming home late and bruised up... oh wait, that's what you're here for!

– When you come home battered and bruised, this is probably the only time Caitlyn shows she is worried sick.

– not to say she isn't worried any other time, she is, but she knows you're a grown adult who can handle yourself. seeing you bloodied and hurt makes her heartache and all she wants to do is care for your wounds.

– Vi on the other hand? Let's just say that bomb finally blows.

– Vi is seething with anger the moment she sees a black eye or a hefty bruise on your cheek.

– At first, when you come home, she scolds you for not letting them know but when her eyes finally focus on the sight of you being hurt, her jaw tenses and her fists clench.

"Who did this to you?" Vi says through her teeth. Her breathing accelerates, her shoulders rise to her ears. "I'm fine." "That's not what I asked." Already putting on her coat and shoes, Vi steps up to you once more. "Who. Did. This. To. You?"

– If she's taller than you, Vi purposely makes sure you have to crick your neck in some way to see her face. She needs you to know she's serious and not for playing games.

– If she's shorter than you, Vi deepens her voice and widens her silhouette. When she's angry, her voice deepens anyways, but does it, even more, to come off as big and scary. grr.

– Taller or not, her being more dominant is attractive-- but that's not why we're here!

– After the staredown with Vi, Caitlyn comes to the rescue. She gets Vi to calm down then gets you an ice pack.

– After everyone's calm and had a few sips of water, you sit on the couch while holding an ice pack to your bruises. Both Cait and Vi patch you up and they're equally as gentle.

– Neither girl wants to make your injuries hurt worse and if it's serious, they'll take you to the doctor's first thing in the morning if it's closed.

– Both Caitlyn and Vi ask you questions about your injuries. "How badly does it hurt?" "Where else are you feeling pain?" and the infamous question, "Who did this to you?

– If it was a rando zauntie from off the street, you let them know immediately.

– If it's a known enemy between the two of them, you're more hesitant.

– Either way, the truth comes out and Vi's ready to kick ass.

– Caitlyn wants to be the bigger person in this scenario, she really does, but someone just beat up her partner. The partner that has done nothing wrong in her eyes deserves the small amount of peace and love this twisted world has to offer.

– She's less vocal with her rage than Vi.

– Vi curses like an absolute old ass sailor; using words only the eldest from Zaun used or the words bushy-eyebrowed enforcers used in old books and films.

– Neither of you is shocked but do ask her to tone it down when it gets too aggressive.

– Regardless, once you're patched up, Vi and Cait get dressed to find the perp.

– You stop them, letting them know there's no use since it happened over an hour ago and the perp is probably long gone.

– Defeated, they take off their coat and shoes. Yes, they were going to beat ass in their PJs. (This happens to be the one time Vi puts on PJs while waiting for you.) They find themselves at your side again.

– If the hooligan was some rando, you probably don't see them until you're in Zaun for more than a casual stroll. You point them out to Vi and Caitlyn and Vi rushes over to give them a taste of their own medicine.

– If the hooligan was a common enemy, Cait and Vi rush over to work the very next morning and give them a little visit.

"Don't worry, baby. We have a feeling they won't be bothering you for a long, long time."

WC: 997

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Yandere Short Story: Ángel

Santiago Reyes, the 34 year old serial killer x GN Reader

Santiago Reyes was obsessed with a coffee barista named (your name)… and it all started with a random act of kindness. He was a serial killer for goodness sake and here he was head over heels for some random civilian… he was supposed to be killing corrupt politicians and criminals who escaped their corporal punishments, not follow (your name) home and eliminate anyone who made them even slightly uncomfortable… it was against his code of honor! Yet Santiago was in love! An emotion he never thought he’d have!

It all started when (your name) simply gave him a coffee on the house because he looked ‘down’ half a year ago. Their soft fingers brushed against his and the Latin man swore his heart almost leaped out of his chest when he realized how pretty they are…

Santiago had a crush on them ever since. He memorized the name on the name tag. (Your name)? What a darling name... Santiago was so pathetic.

Every time he has a bit of free time, he’s in that cafe just to see (your name). They’d always smile at him and initiate pleasant small talk. (Your name) never failed to make Santiago feel normal… like he belonged somewhere. And that feeling was the most addictive drug he’s ever had. Santiago was addicted to (your name) more than he was addicted to his ‘justice’ killings.

His small crush grew more and more until he realized that it bordered on obsession. Santiago only realized it when he began to secretly follow them home to make sure they were safe. He even subconsciously collected small trinkets they’d leave behind like a used spoon or a chapstick… Santiago felt vile.

Santiago no longer just targeted corrupt politicians but he’d kill men who harassed (your name) at the coffee shop. Santiago simply wanted to keep his darling safe… or that’s at least what he told himself to try to justify the murder of (your name)’s work snitch. The older woman upset you to the point of tears so she had to be dealt with. Santiago couldn’t stand seeing his beloved cry…

It was when (your name) briefly mentioned their desire to be in a relationship that finally had him ask them out.

“I just don’t think I’ll ever have a boyfriend, Santi.” (Your name) sighed as they rested their jaw on their hand. Their eyes flit over to Santiago who ran an olive hand through his long, black curls. “I haven’t met a man who would want to be with me…”

“Well then it’s your lucky day, mi ángel.” Santiago sat up straight in his chair. He scooped up (your name)’s right hand and pressed a tender kiss to their knuckles. “I’d love to date you. Won’t you give me a chance?”

(Your name)’s cheeks turned a bright red as they looked away. Santiago liked them? But he was so handsome… what on earth did he see in them?

Santiago clicked his tongue, his hand reached up to turn their face back towards him. “You better not be belittling yourself in your head again. I’m serious about you, ángel.”

“So what do you say? Yes…” Santiago brought his face so close to (your name)’s, that their breath mingled. They could smell cinnamon on his breath… “or yes?”

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d0youc0py · 11 months

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You didn’t understand what was going on with him. When you talked to him on the phone he seemed alright- excited to get home to you. Yet, as soon as he walked through the door he had a different energy about him. He wasn’t your Simon. He was cold. He didn’t look you in the eye- brushed you off, only speaking to you when he absolutely had to. His hands that were usually all over you stayed put at his sides, like he had no desire to even be near you. It all came to a boiling point tonight.

“Si, I’m home.” You sighed, kicking off your shoes at the front door. A nice hearty bag of groceries in your arms.

“Hey sweetheart.” Your ears piqued up. That was the first time he had called you that in a week.

“You feeling better?” You asked quietly.

“Better than ever.” He slurred. Your heart dropped in your stomach. He was drunk. Simon liked a good drink but he always capped it at 2-3. You wondered how long he had been at it that he could barely talk. The empty whiskey bottle in the bin and the freshly open bourbon bottle on the counter was enough to answer your question.

“That’s good.” You humored him. You didn’t want to press your luck with him. You had never seen him drunk before and the state of mind he had been in recently was enough to cause a shake in your hand as you quickly put groceries away. You decided to just put away the perishables and leave the other things for the morning.

“Hey sweetheart, pour me another drink would ya?” A small whimper left your throat. You decided to act like you hadn’t heard him and continued putting the groceries in the fridge. “Y/N!” He shouted. You jumped causing your head to hit the fridge. “‘Nother drink!” He had his arm slung over the back of the couch holding his empty glass to you. You decided to ditch the groceries and quickly grabbed both your shoes and car keys before heading out the door. You sped out of the parking garage and drove as fast as the speed limit would allow.

You knew when he woke up tomorrow and realized you were gone he’d agonize over it. A part of you looked forward to it. Him being scared, just like you were now. But for right now you needed to find a place to sleep, the tears streaming down your face making it incredibly difficult to see the road.

The fight had started right after a double date. Your friend had begged you to meet her new boyfriend- Johnny agreed willingly always down to meet new people. Your friends new boyfriend however, thought poking fun at Johnny was the best way to spend the evening. He snickered at his accent. Made snide comments about his Mohawk. Worst of all he made jokes about how you could do so much better than him. Johnny was able to keep his emotions under wraps not wanting to embarrass you- that was until you laughed at one of his jokes. Johnny shut down the rest of the evening, and when you both made it back to the car he snapped.

“You alright?” You asked. Johnny always opened the car door for you and walked a little behind you. Tonight he walked ahead of you and you barely made it into the car before he sped off down the road.

“Way to have my back in there.” He snarled.

“What are you talk”-

“Oh fuck off Y/N. You know what I’m talking about.” He growled. The car engine roared as he raced down the street. You bet he was doing at least 20 above the speed limit. Your hand gripped the door handle, your feet pressing themselves against the floor.

“Slow down!” You shrieked. His foot pressed the accelerator harder. “Johnny!” You sobbed. You pressed your body against the seat, your free hand reaching out punching Johnny’s chest. That seems to bring him back down to earth. His foot left the accelerator and turned towards the brakes. The car finally slowed down just in time for a red light. You didn’t bother to hide your sobs, as you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, jumping out of the car.

“Y/N!” Johnny yelled after you. You slammed the door in his face. The combination of your wobbly legs and cobblestone proved to be a bad combination as you hit the ground hard. You could feel the skin on your knees, elbows and hands scrape off. You shakily pulled yourself back up. You didn’t have the best idea as to where you were, but in that moment you didn’t care. You needed to be away from him.

John was always exceptionally patient with you. Never raising his voice. Always having the deepest consideration for your feelings. You could get away with murder. That’s why the screaming match happening in the living room right now was so earth shattering. After two years dating and five years of marriage you two were finally having your first real fight. He’d been a little extra on edge the past few days, his emotions on high knowing he was about to leave you for 3 months on one of the biggest missions his team would face. Not only that, his contact with you would have to be slim to none, while he was away. Maybe that’s why he picked a fight with you- to make his leaving tomorrow easier.

Both of you were flushed, hands waving manically in the air. He was panting- his eyes stone cold. You’d seen that look on his face before- when someone had tested their luck with you, but it had never been directed at you. You anger boiled down and you wracked your brain trying to even remember what this fight was about. Something about dinner you think. Your throat stung and your eyes burned from tears streaming down them for the last twenty minutes. Half of you wanted to run up and hug him. You wanted the soft him back, the one that kept you safe. The other half of you wanted to run and hide. Your lack of yelling back at him seemed to spur him on. His voice got louder. Shaper. His words became more hurtful. Your brain could hardly keep up, and you didn’t bother trying. The meaner he was the harder it would be to forgive him. And you already wanted to.

Suddenly a glass flew past your head, shattering into the wall behind you. Your safe, protected world began to crumble. Maybe you were being dramatic. This type of thing happened in movies. Yet his attack never faltered. He was screaming at you like he had never even loved you. So when his hand reach down to grab another glass you ran. You ran, pushing past him and into the bedroom locking the door behind you.

Konig wasn’t a relationship master. In fact he was the opposite. He was an absolutely wonderful partner but he struggled with certain aspects of it. The feeling of jealousy was one of them. He lived for you. You seemed to be in his mind constantly. When he was on the field it was: “Do everything you can to get home to them.” When he was home he was near you as often as he could be. He didn’t care about anyone else. You were the only one in his head. His brain just worked that way. So when you were able to completely shut him out and focus all your attention on someone else even when he was sitting next to you- it confused him. Then it upset him. Did you not feel for him the same way he did for you. Did he not completely overwhelm your senses until he was the only thing you could focus on?

“Konnie what’s wrong?” His grip on your hand was tight. He didn’t participate in the conversation between you and your friends, only speaking when the waitress asked for his order. He shook his head, silently telling you drop it. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” You pressed. He let go of your hand. “Konnie?” You whispered. He opened the car door for you.

You thought maybe if you left him alone for a bit he would process and open up to you. It had been a day since you’ve spoken to him. “Konnie talk to me please.” You plopped down next to him on the couch, and paused the TV. His eyes remained on the paused screen. “Did I do something to upset you?”

His eyes flickered over to you. They weren’t cold and uninviting- but they didn’t send tingles up your spin like usual. “I was jealous.” Konig mumbled. When he did open up he was always blunt about it.

“Jealous? Of what?” No one had flirted with you to your knowledge. Even the few times people had he would just send them a glare and move along- never blame it on you.

“It was like I wasn’t even there when you talked to your friends.” He stated, his eyes remaining on you.

“I tried to include you.” You assured. You couldn’t understand how he was jealous. Maybe he got his feelings confused?

“I know.” He agreed. Finally it dawned on you.

“Konig you aren’t jealous just because I was talking to someone who wasn’t you, are you?” You questioned. He looked down- guilty. “Konig.” You gasped. “I have to have a life! These are the people that look after me while your away. You can’t expect me to give you every ounce of my attention while you’re home.” Your body was tense, not responding well to the new information your boyfriend had revealed about himself. You had heard about situations like this. One person in the relationship making their partner close themselves off. You swore if you ever saw those signs in your partner you would run for the hills.

“I give you all of mine.” He spat out.

“I never asked you to do that!” You matched his tone. “Just because you don’t have friends doesn’t mean I have to drop all of mine.” You regretted the words as soon as they came out. You knew how hard it was for him to put himself out there and meet people.

“I understand.” He growled out. He got up from the couch and went into the bedroom, leaving you on the couch.

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wanderingconstellations · 8 months

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*twerks cutely*

Imagine Aether, was so exhausted from the errands from the Adventures guild and reader decides to help him in any way

(Can u make it a smut if your comfortable of course 🥰)

my boy aether deserves some love

Aether, the hero, the traveller, the great great hero of Teyvat always comes home, to his lover, you. You're so good to him, cooking delicious meals whenever he comes home and showering him in affection. You even treat Paimon with some food and let her sleep, she's like your child in a way...

Today was just exhausting, and frustrating. The archons have yet failed him again, leaving him no signs of his twin sister. Which leaves him with his fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you close to his pelvis. You were taking his cock so nicely, it's unbelievable how he found someone so sweet like you.

He had you on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock with drool spilling from the corner of your lips, struggling to take his whole length in. It was such a lovely sight for him to see, to see his lover looking so pretty struggling under him. Perhaps after this he should reward you. After all, you work hard just as he does don't you? <33

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lymmsweb · 1 year

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Hello! I adore your writing!

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for 141 + Rudy and anyone else, where the reader and the character where their hands accidentally brush up against each other, and the character takes it as an attempt to hold hands, so said character holds their hand, and reader is confused, but completely understanding.

I'm sorry if this is weird

Thank you and have a great day <3

John "Soap" MacTavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rodolfo Parra

Words: 1.6k +

Tws: being drunk, mentions of blackmail

John "Soap" MacTavish

You and Soap had been on an intel mission that backfired, leaving you with a bullet wound in your bicep as you two were running to a safe house. The blood loss and exercise making you feel lightheaded. Once both of you were in a safe position he was finally able to pay attention to your wound, he bit his cheek slightly as he ripped your bloodied sleeve open to take care of it.

As soon as he had finished he sat down next to you, only a foot apart. He was talking to Price as your eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier by each passing moment. Your limbs started to relax and become limp just by listening to the Scottish man's voice fill the space. Your hand had dropped from your lap to the ground in between you two, the cold, blood splattered ground was a stark contrast of the warmth of your bloodied arm that you had been holding even after Soap put some bandages on it.

Your pinkie was resting lightly against this. Soap took note of this, his gaze moving from your hand to your face. To him, despite the blood, sweat and dirt, you looked beautiful and strong yet in need of comfort. He didn't have a second thought as he extended his calloused hand on top of yours, the warmth of his hand jolted you awake.

Your head snapped to look at him, all he could offer was a sheepish smile. His cheeks started to heat up and turn a light shade of red, "Price is coming to pick us up in a couple hours." he softly whispered, massaging the back of your hand to calm you. You responded to him by moving slowly up against him, making sure your arm doesn't move in any way that would cause any more pain, moving his hand to your thigh and resting your head on his shoulder. He gently squeezed your thigh as he rested his head on top of yours, his breathing lulling you to sleep.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You were making a cup of coffee in the base’s kitchen, desperate for any form of energy you could get as there was so much paperwork in need to be completed by the morning. The buzzing noises of the machine disrupted your thoughts, dragging the moment on forever as it seemed like an eternity had passed just by waiting for it to be finished.

“Are you okay?” a gruff voice boomed next to you, the question sounded more like a demand. You flinched harshly in response, feeling the presence of the familiar man behind you made the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. “Yeah, im just…” you turned around, staring into the eyes of the guy that was boring holes into the coffee machine “making coffee, I’ve got so much paperwork to do!” You groaned at him, clenching and unclenching your fists as if you were trying to contain your emotions.

Once your coffee was done, you two spent a solid 3 minutes just basking in eachother’s presence and catching up on how your day had been, the boiling coffee offering warmth to the cold atmosphere that filled the air. You lifted your aching body up from the countertop to make your way to the door, Ghost took note of this and got up too. He didn’t say anything, just trailed behind you as you were making your way for the exit. “Where are you heading to now?” you asked as you held the door open for him, he offered you a small nod and quickly took his place by your side.

“I’m…walking you back to your room.” He answered in a huff, acting as if it meant nothing to him yet his heart was beating so hard he was about to have an aneurism. He was conscious of how he swallowed a little harder than usual after his sentence, how his hand started to feel sweaty like a school boy finally talking to his crush. He felt pathetic that a man of his status felt like this, yet he longed for the freeing feeling of youth again. That’s why when your hand brushed up against his, his first reaction was to hold your hand. Even he was suprised when he looked at you, looking right back at him was your confused face, shame instantly takes over him as you just stay there looking at his hand. He didn’t know what to do, the Ghost panicked at simple physical affection, until you squeezed his trembling hand. Neither of you dared to say a word, yet walked back to you room in a comfortable silence hand in hand.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You two had been out drinking to ease up the stress you two had been under, despite this you made the smart decision to not get shit faced drunk unlike a certain British man. You watched in pure amusement as he ordered his fifth drink in slurred words mixing together. Even though you were no where near Gaz’s level of drunk, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at him. He whipped his head at you with a pout on his lips, jabbing you harshly in your ribs.

“Gaz!” You groaned at him, feigning being in pain from the playful action. This however didn’t grab his attention, his attention was quickly back on the bartender that had just placed the beer he asked for in front of him. You sighed and checked your phone for the time, it was 11:23pm, it was around time to be getting back to base. You bit your cheek slightly before lifting your glass cup to your lips to finally finish off your drink. Deciding to wait until he finished his drink to finally say drag him out of the pub.

“Gaz, we should go now.” You pointed out, tapping him lightly on his arm as you got up from your stool. He slowly slipped out of his seat and unsteadily got up, stretching his back after hours of being hunched over. He waved goodbye to the bartender in a sluggish moment before he left, in typical England fashion the weather was freezing and the pavement was frosted over - this didn’t mix well with his drunken state as the second he stepped foot onto the concrete he looked like a baby deer learning to stand. Feeling the alcohol in your system, you couldn’t help but start cackling at him. This continued on until he managed to get upright at find balance, you slowly made you way towards him, now regretting laughing at him because you felt as each step you took was one step before falling on your ass.

Before you were able to fully stand next to him, you felt your foot give in and slip underneath you. In trying to catch yourself you flayed your arms out, instead of the pavement you felt Gaz’s warm hands clutch yours although you two had little to no time to process to contact before you took Gaz down with you. The fall and pressure of Gaz’s weight winded you, knocking any teasing words out of you mouth. It was now his turn to let out his hyena type laugh, slowly getting off of you and trying to stand up. You quickly recovered from pure embarrassment and tried to get up too, finding it a very difficult task. “Le’s just hold eachother’s hands for balance yo’ know?” He giggled, stretching his hand to meet yours. As soon as you grabbed his he gripped your hand tight - interlocking your fingers. He held on until you two got back to base from essentially waddling your way back from the pub, Price would’ve normally given you two a lecture but he would much rather video Gaz to embarrass him at a future date.

Rodolfo Parra

You two decided to watch a scary movie in your free time, originally it was supposed to be you two plus Alejandro but he had important paperwork to do last second. He was sat on one end of the couch whilst you were on the other, a mere inches apart. Both of you occasionally spoke during the film, commenting on some of the stupid things the protagonist did or said.

None of the jumpscares got either of you to squeal like little girls, instead earning either deadpan stares or a chuckle. It had been like this for most of the movie, until once scene finally broke you two, causing both of you to flinch harshly. This caused you to lean into him more, finding comfort and comedy in his distress. Rodolfo swore in spanish under his breath, his body was pumped with adrenaline yet when he felt you next to him he didn’t know what to do. He felt his hands clam up slightly from anxiety, the cause of the anxiety was a mix of your contact and the cheap scare.

He reached over and grabbed you hand, making sure to rub any sweat on his leg before hand, his rough, calloused palm encased yours. The physical touch grounding you back to reality, you couldn’t help but grab his hand too and laugh at him mockingly. “Cállate!” He retorted, thrashing your hand around to emphasise his point “You got scared too! I don’t know why your laughing.” A frown was contorting his face, not feeling good about being scared shitless and then laughed at when he’s seen way worse things in the battlefield. Yet this thought didn’t last long as he too started laughing quietly too, squeezing your hand ever so slightly tighter as a grin started to form on your features.

A/N: no.1 im sorry this took so long to make, ive been lacking motivation no.2 I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ON MOBILE, ITS SO GLITCHY WITH THE :readmore: THINGY ITS UNBEARABLE

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trashytoastboi · 1 year

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Could you do a scenario with s/o smacks shanks, ace and kid's butt? I saw my sister do that to her boyfriend and his funny expressions just made me laugh.

Heyya🍀 sure thing! Terribly sorry for the long wait on this. Honestly was pretty funny imagining how the boys would react. Hope you enjoy~🍞

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Headcanons: S/O smacks Shanks, Ace and Kid's butt.

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Shanks

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☠ Shanks was lost in thought, looking at the map and stack of bounty posters. He near drove himself into a headache with how many things were going around in his head right now. His attention so focused that nothing else around him existed. Including {Name} who had been trying to call him for a while. Shanks just rubbed his temples, a heavy sigh escaping lips and {Name} deciding on a more effective attention grabber.

☠ {Name} gave up on trying to distract him with conventional means. They pondered over what they should do and walked around. Turning to see how Shanks leaned his weight on the table and his ass stood out quite prominently. Now {Name} didn't mean to sound like a pervert but they could appreciate that Shanks has some cake. They shook their heads and shooed away the thoughts of a potential plan.

☠ Well the opportunity presented itself, it would be a real shame to give it up without having done anything. Shanks hummed and sighed, {Name} didn't even need to sneak about, they easily stood behind him. Still debating whether or not they should do it. They raised their hand, even aimed for the best landing position and smacked Shanks' ass.

☠ The sudden impact earned {Name} his undivided attention. He couldn't help but blush, one would think there wasn't much that could surprise one of emperors of sea...and yet, realizing he enjoyed the feeling of having his ass slapped by his partner definitely qualified.

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Portgas D. Ace

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🔥 Ace had a penchant for using his devil fruit powers for occasionally stupid things. One of those things being; heating his hand up slightly and smacking {Name} on the butt, then proceeding to make some kind of pun about toasted buns. The point remains that {Name} had something they deemed worthy of payback, a simple case of tit for tat. In this case, slap for smack.

🔥 It was serious, they practiced sneaking up on people to perfect the most optimal and unexpected conditions. To truly surprise Ace, so much so he would have never seen it coming. Even when he continued his little pranks, {Name} reacted in a more docile manner, utilizing the utmost patience in preparation for the perfect moment to strike.

🔥 Ace stares out into the sea, unknown whether he's brooding or reminiscing. His gaze stared into the empty ocean while his mind occupied with the thoughts. A stoic expression, unaware of {Name} who snuck up perfectly. Only two steps behind him with bated breath, they readied themselves and with the right amount of power they executed the most perfect slap to Ace's ass.

🔥 The loud sound that resounded from the swat could have been enough to startle a man, should have been enough to startle Ace... although he was far too concerned over the fact that he moaned. MOANED. Both of them stood there in silence, reeling from an instant before when Ace let out a loud and very melodic moan over the smack. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eustass Kid

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🛠 Kid felt an ache in his back from being hunched over for the last few hours. Fiddling away with some new component that did this and that, he tried to explain the concept behind its mechanism which flew over everyone's heads. He finally stood up, stretching out and trying to loosen the taut muscles. {Name} had been watching this, intrigued to see how delicately Kid could work when his focus was on something, it really is a fascinating sight to see the large man so full of finesse.

🛠 {Name} stared in awe at his muscular back, a treat for the eyes they would say in compliment for the feisty captain. They knew how it felt to be hugged by him and didn't hold a real curiosity towards how his muscles felt, not like the random people who wanted to squeeze Kid's biceps every once in a while. However, they did hold curiosity towards a different part and wondered about Kid's butt. An odd thought but {Name} is a curious being who often acted on these curiosities.

🛠 Without any pretense, no ceremony nor preparation they simply stepped forward and smacked Kid, right on the ass. It wasn't hard or meant to elicit any kind of reaction, it was just a casual well meaning smack on the backside.

🛠 Kid is confused... in fact so confused that he couldn't even get angry. "Did you just slap my ass?" He already knew but maybe a confirmation of reality. A need to know that he didn't imagine what happened 30 seconds prior. "Yeah, I was curious about how it would feel." Kid doesn't even reply, he's honestly too flabbergasted and after a few minutes of silence between them "And?... how did it feel?" He queries, wanting to know about their thoughts. "Hmmm, squishier than I expected."

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