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omg i'm obsessed with your fics!! could you make a suggestive R4r sub! Leon? He's waiting for his girlfriend to come back to bed so he can finally sleep, but when she lies down, Leon feels needy for affection and touch :(( But he doesn't dare say it out loud, he's supposed to be the tough one in the relationship, so he just sticks to her body and lets his hands wander all over her. Now he looks like a complete pervert just sticking to her chest while Reader has to hold back from saying some mocking comment about his need (。>︿<)

Too Touch Starved ! ☾⋆⁺₊✧

leon kennedy x fem! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  1.5k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW (not v explicit, very suggestive), alluding to more at the end, 2nd person, subby leon YAY, very fluffy, leon is a bit of a perv :3

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: leon's desperate for physical attention, he gets touchy with his girlfriend as they cuddle, falsely assuming she's sleeping.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: ty for the requestt :33 this was actually rlly cute i liked writing this >_<

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Leon was curled up in bed, his body facing the side of the bed you'd normally sleep on, patiently waiting for you to finally finish getting ready for bed and just lay down next to him.

Leon normally didn’t like night time, he was an extreme insomniac. Most nights he spent staring up at the ceiling, lost in a sea of thoughts, unable to just close his eyes and finally get some rest. 

But with you around? At least you gave him company. He could spend the whole night happily thinking about you, admiring how pretty you looked while resting rather than spending hours reminiscing on Raccoon City, or Spain, or any other bullshit from his past. Your body beside him kept him warm all night, and hugging you was a thousand times better than hugging his pillow. 

Leon whined your name from the room to call you over, he felt pathetic but he couldn’t help it; he wanted you. 

“You’re so clingy.” you mumbled as you rushed out the bathroom, turning off the light as you left and entered the bedroom. 

“No ‘m not.” Leon grunted from the bed, his face hard to make out in the darkness of the room. 

You crawled on top of the bed and peeled back the fluffy comforters and crawled under, all the heat from Leon’s body trapped beneath the blanket.

“You are clingy, but it’s okay, I love that about you.” you said quietly as you settled yourself in bed. Leon didn’t reply fully, only letting out an incoherent mumble like a fussy toddler. It was too dark to see what expression Leon had on his face, but you’d guess he was looking all grumpy like usual. He hated when you called him clingy or anything like that. It made him feel emasculated. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t help it.

You leaned over and gave Leon a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight. Love you. Mwah.” You said to him with a smile before laying down beside him, facing away and toward the wall so you would be the little spoon. 

Leon wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling you close to his body, pressing your back against his chest. He threw one of his legs over yours to keep your smaller frame completely trapped beneath him. He rested his head against the back of yours, his nose in your hair. He could smell your shampoo and conditioner still. You smelt so damn good. 

Your body was warm, like some sort of personal heater, and all those expensive shower products Leon spoils you with only made this better. You smelt heavenly. 

You reminded Leon of one of those stuffed animals you’d buy at the store, the ones that could be put in the microwave and used as a little heating pad, infused with scents for aromatherapy. Leon never owned one, obviously - those were for little kids and girls on their periods. But he still thought about them when he cuddled you. You were just as cute and warm and smelt twice as good. 

Leon would be the last person to say it aloud, but he was really touched and starved. He was always away at work, so these nights with you in his arms were few and far between. But if he were to be even more honest, he wanted to be the little spoon.

He wanted to feel your arms wrapped around his torso. To feel your breath against the back of his head. He just wanted you to touch him as much as humanly possible. He hated when you called him clingy, but goddammit was it true. He needed your affection, he needed to be touched.

Leon could feel your breathing slow against him as he hugged you, you were probably sleeping he decided. He was never one to be super touchy and affectionate, but he needed it right now, and you couldn’t make fun of him if you were sleeping..!

Leon moved his arms up a little, moving slowly to not disturb you, his hands moving to your chest. He’d kill to nap with you and just bury his face between your tits, use your chest as a pillow as you played with his hair. But he’d be damned if he found himself so pathetic that he’d ask for something like that. He was a man, a very tough one, he worked for the government, he wasn’t some little sub desperate for his girlfriend’s attention. 

Leon gently grabbed your chest, feeling how plump your breasts felt. Your plush body was so damn cute! He loved feeling you, touching you all over like this. He was staying gentle the whole time, horrified of being caught being so clingy. 

Worse than that, he didn’t want to be seen as a pervert. He just liked your chest, and liked touching you. Was it a little weird he was doing it while you were sleeping? Yeah, probably. But he didn’t mean it in that way. He just needed touch…

He felt on your chest in the silent room, just enjoying the moment quietly. Poor boy was absolutely unaware that you were wide awake. Yeah, you’d been tired, but not that tired. You didn’t fall asleep so suddenly. It’d be impressive if you could. 

But you didn’t say anything. You were waiting for just the right moment to tell him. He was only playing with your chest, nothing too outlandish, but you knew he’d be embarrassed if you called him out. You knew he thought you’d fallen asleep, he was never this touchy with you normally. 

Leon let out little grunts as he kept feelings on your curves. He was getting a bit aroused from this, a bit more aroused than he’d like to admit. He kept letting out quiet, breathy grunts as he felt himself get semi-hard in his pants. 

Leon’s hands moved back down, and for a moment you thought he was done, but then you felt Leon playing with the bottom of your top, slowly moving up to touch your bare nipples, and you knew it was time to call him out. 

“Leon?” Leon pulled back from a second, visibly a bit startled, you didn’t even try to be gentle when you said his name. “Shit, sorry..!�� He stuttered out, clearly flustered, he was embarrassed that you’d caught him off guard like that. 

You turned your head to look at Leon, batting your eyes at him as he sat up in bed, back against the frame, feigning an innocent expression. You couldn’t see in the dark before, but now you could thanks to Leon’s bright red glowing face. He looked like a damn glowstick. 

“So, uhm… how long were you awake?” Leon asked, brushing his fingers through his hair. 

“The whole time.” you answered, stifling back a mocking laugh. 

“The whole time?” Leon repeated, tone slightly whiny before he cleared his throat and corrected himself. 

You sat up in bed beside him, giving him a look. You’d been holding back teasing comments for the past ten minutes now. 

“You’re such a perv.” You said, mostly teasing, but Leon couldn’t tell because of your tone.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know what came over me. I should have asked you. I’m really, really sorry, my love-” “I’m just teasing, I’m not that upset.” you said as you gently patted his shoulder. He was looking at you like a dog that's been caught eating your food. He was such a pitiable creature. 

"Besides, I already knew you were clingy and needy. Even if you won't admit it. I just didn't know you were that needy." You teased. Leon looked down at his lap in shame, face still red.

Leon’s heart rate had skyrocketed at this point, he’d been caught red-handed, he’d been exposed as a complete pervert. The only thing that could’ve been worse is if you’d caught him with his dick in his hand. 

Leon just nodded in response. Your eyes traveled down and noticed the small bulge in Leon’s pants. Clearly being pervy got him excited.

Leon noticed you staring and quickly pulled the comforter over his lap to hide his little boner. Being this embarrassed only made him more hard. This was truly hell for him. 

“I…” Leon stuttered out before he pouted out his lip. His brain was fuzzy from the blood going down to his dick, so he couldn’t find a good excuse that he could mindlessly spew out at you. 

You just stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was going to say something or not. But once he made it clear he wasn’t going to, you decided to speak up. 

“I can help you with that.” You mumbled. 

“You- wha?” Leon replied, cocking his head to the side like an innocent puppy. He watched you lift up the blanket and crawl under, fading into the dark beneath the comforter. 

It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, his mind only processing once he felt your hand on the waistband of his pajama pants. He sucked in a gasp and moved his hand to the back of your head. Leon had been desperate for some physical affection all night, and well, now he was getting what he wished for. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

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Hey, I'm back 😈! I really liked the headcanon you made!! If it’s not too much trouble… could you make one where we/Yuu are much taller than them? Have you seen Gloria Olivas from Metal Family? Something like that, I hope you get what I mean... By the way, I love the way you write, keep it up! One day I hope to be like you. <3

(I love Metal Family, and thanks <33)

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Riddle Rosehearts He hates—HATES—that he has to tilt his head back to look you in the eye. He once ordered you to kneel while speaking to him. You just stared silently until he gave up and got on a chair. “Height doesn’t equal authority!” he shrieked once. It does, actually. And you wield it well.

Ace Trappola Loves making jokes about needing a stepladder just to talk smack. Secretly finds you really cool and kind of intimidating. He makes fun of you but turns beet red when you pat his head. He’d bark if you asked.

Deuce Spade In awe. Always in awe. “Can you lift me?” he asked once. You did. He hasn’t recovered. He now has a deep-rooted reflex to stand at attention whenever you walk into the room. You’re his Roman statue come to life.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar Hates the height difference with every cell in his lazy, prideful body. “Tch. Not my fault you’re a walking obelisk.” But he 100% uses you as a headrest when napping. Also once called you his “personal scarecrow”—because no one dares mess with him when you’re looming over his shoulder.

Ruggie Bucchi Constantly makes jokes about you blocking the sun. Gets you to grab things off shelves because he’s too tired to climb counters. Teases you endlessly but will throw hands if anyone else mocks your height. “Only I get to call ‘em giraffe legs, capisce?”

Jack Howl He respects you SO much. Every time you duck under a doorway or bend down to hear someone, his ears flick. Will work out harder just to “catch up.” Once challenged you to a friendly race and lost horribly. The way you loped like a graceful beast across the field haunts him nightly.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto He tried to intimidate you once. You looked down. He sputtered. He respects you now. (And maybe has a small crush.) He offers discounts at the Lounge “because you’re an investment, not because I’m intimidated or anything.” He is intimidated.

Jade Leech Fascinated. Like a biologist observing a rare jungle creature. He’s constantly asking questions about your height, posture, stride… "Do you enjoy towering over others, Yuu?" You feel like a cryptid being studied. You might be.

Floyd Leech He’s obsessed. “SHRIMPY GOT TALL??? Wait no… SHARKY!” He climbs you like a jungle gym. Calls you skyscraper-chan. Might swing from your arm like a toddler at any moment. The day you picked him up bridal style, he short-circuited from glee.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim You’re his tall bestie and he’s proud of it. He brings you outfits and accessories “because you have the perfect body for fashion!” Once tried to stack a whole rug under his shoes to be at eye level. Didn’t work. Still loves walking next to you like you’re his royal guard.

Jamil Viper Unnerved. Just slightly. He can’t read you when he has to crane his neck to look up. But he will use your height to his advantage: “They’re with me. Any problems?” He’s slightly afraid of how easily you can pick up Kalim like a sack of rice.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit He refuses to admit how breathtaking you look. “Height is not synonymous with beauty,” he’ll sniff… before turning away quickly with flushed cheeks when you kneel beside him and gently fix his crown. You being tall with perfect posture is an aesthetic power move, and he hates how much it works on him.

Rook Hunt DE-LIGHTED. “Mon géant(e) magnifique~!” He waxes poetic about how you’re a living sculpture, a mythic beast from an old fairytale. Constantly asks to sketch you in dramatic poses. He’s thrilled to be the smaller one. Will ask you to carry him bridal style—“for the aesthetic!”

Epel Felmier Bro is going through it. “How am I supposed to look tough when I look like your little brother??” He’ll never admit how safe he feels near you, though. You once lifted him up to reach an apple tree and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it. “Don’t tell Vil I liked it.”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud You are his final boss. His tall, terrifying, gorgeous final boss. “Y-you’re like a character rendered with 4K ultra-modded Skyrim graphics…” He talks a big game online but short-circuits the moment you stand next to him IRL. He’s tried hiding under tables. You still find him.

Ortho Shroud Loves you. Thinks your height is the coolest thing ever. He flies next to your face and chatters on excitedly. “Yuu, you’re like a gentle kaiju!!” You high-five him midair.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia The moment you stood taller than him, something awakened inside of him. He’s fascinated. “Child of man… how curious. You look down upon me, yet I do not feel small.” He is used to towering over others, and he finds it exhilarating to be the one being looked up at (spiritually and sometimes physically). You two are just tall royalty together.

Lilia Vanrouge LOVES the reversal. He’ll tease you constantly. “Ah, how the mighty child of man looms! So tall, so stern!” And then climb on your shoulders. He tells everyone you’re his steed. You let him. You kind of love it.

Sebek Zigvolt He’s outraged. “HOW DARE YOU STAND ABOVE THE YOUNG MASTER!” but also… deeply conflicted. Your height gives off "guardian dragon" energy and it speaks to him on a spiritual level. He follows you around like a very loud knight.

Silver Calm and gentle, he just smiles when you stand beside him. He occasionally uses your arm as a pillow. He trusts you deeply, especially because you look like you could fend off an entire army in your pajamas

Grim He rides on your shoulder like a shoulder cat. “I got the best perch in the whole school, nyah!” He’ll hiss at anyone who tries to move you. You’re his tower, his mobile home, and his partner in crime.

Royal Sword Academy (RSA)

Neige LeBlanche He’s not intimidated—he’s enchanted. “Wow! You’re so tall and elegant, like a tree spirit from the woods!” He keeps asking to dance with you, even though he has to reach up for your hands. He’s constantly complimenting your poise, then tripping over his own feet. You once caught him mid-fall and he squeaked.

Chenya He climbs you like a jungle gym. “Whoa, what’s the weather like up there, Prefect?” Will phase in and out of visibility while hanging off your back like a cat scarf. Finds it hilarious when people get flustered around you. Calls you “my tower” in a teasing tone.

Ambrose the 63rd He bows dramatically every time you enter a room like you’re a noble creature. “Ah, and the mountainous Prefect graces us with their shade~” He 100% offers you capes and garments from the costume vault “to match your mythic stature.” Thinks you're fabulous and deserves a spot in the history books.

Rollo Flamme

At first? Appalled. “You are… unusually tall for a magicless student.” He says that while craning his neck to meet your gaze. He's absolutely trying not to show how flustered he is. You disrupt his image of “average student” with your walking pillar presence.

Later? …Intrigued. He’s weirdly captivated by your silhouette when the light hits just right. He definitely has moments of silence where he stares and then overanalyzes every thought he’s ever had about you. The fact that you can pluck him off the ground without effort? Deeply conflicting. “This… is unholy. Also… do it again.”

NRC Staff

Dire Crowley “Ah! My ever-capable, tall-as-a-tree Prefect!” He refers to you as “my magnificent monolith” at least once. He uses your height to make dramatic entrances with you standing behind him like a bodyguard. He 100% brags about you to the other headmasters. He is never of actual help to you, of course.

Divus Crewel He calls you his “runway darling.” Has never once seen your height as a disadvantage—he literally designs outfits to highlight it. “With your proportions, you could conquer the fashion world.” That said, he expects you to carry his bags if you’re that tall. “Put that strength to good use, pup.”

Mozus Trein He’s slightly overwhelmed by your height but deeply appreciates how easily you silence a classroom by just walking in and staring. He uses you as the deterrent for rowdy students. “You may speak to the Prefect if you dare. Do mind the neck strain.” He’s secretly proud of your presence.

Ashton Vargas Ecstatic. “A physical specimen worthy of legend!” He’s tried to recruit you into at least five sports clubs. “That stature! That posture! You could throw a discus into the stratosphere!” Tries to get you to carry logs and boulders. You accidentally crushed his dumbbells once by sitting on them. He cried. He still respects you.

Sam “Now that’s what I call an impressive aura, my friend~” He gives you nicknames like “Skyscraper” and “My Tall Shadow.” Always has something on the highest shelf for you to grab. He doesn’t question your presence—he just sees an opportunity. “Say… ever thought of modeling some spooky gear for the shop?”

BONUS: Crowley’s Office Doorframes They have been raised three times. Crowley insists it’s “to preserve the grandeur of the halls” and not because you banged your head on the frame for the fifth time in one week.

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Domestic Winter Soldier / Soldat Stuff

warnings: PTSD | Slight self-harm | Mentions past abuse

a/n: Idk I wanted to write this because he deserves some love even when he's the soldier. Various hcs about domestic life with the Winter Soldier. Actual fics in the works. I run four blogs so I try to balance it all. Not edited ignore mistakes.

Soldat is a little awkward with home life at first. He isn't sure what to do, being free from constant control isn't something he can easily adjust to.

He looks to you for commands all the time. Can he sit? Can he go to the bathroom? Can he sleep? Can he eat? Every little thing he does. You have to reassure him that he doesn't need to ask permission for anything, but he still does.

He sometimes gets snappy at you, since he still can't decide whether or not to trust you 100% or not. He can't understand why someone is being so nice to him.

Sometimes he accidentally breaks something and he flinches away from you, or he hides out of fear. You have to coax him out, telling him it's okay and that you're not going to hurt him. He always hesitates.

He struggles to sleep so he comes into your room most nights and stares at you or roughly shakes you to wake you up. "Can't sleep." he speaks lowly, and he grunts and climbs over you into your bed, never waiting for a response. At first he sleeps away from the door, but as time goes on he moves to sleep closest to the door in case any unlucky person breaks into your apartment.

Very much like a cat, he stays back but when he wants attention he sort of just...flops near you and demands it by laying on you somehow, or sitting super close so your bodies are touching.

He watches you cook a lot. He sits down at the counter and watches or he stands over you and watches. Sometimes you have to pull him away from the stove because the oil will burn him and he doesn't bother moving away on his own.

He's much more curious than you'd think. He watches you do a lot of things, almost as if he's never seen anything like it. Something as simple as brushing your hair or doing laundry, he's mesmerized by it.

When he's not watching you do something, you notice that he just stares a lot. He always watches you, at first out of uneasiness, but then...just because. He's always watching you, almost like he's worried you'll disappear.

You help him shower, he doesn't like touching his scars. He tries to rub them away, and he's tries to claw his metal arm off. So you help him clean to prevent him from going into one of those episodes of hurting himself in that way.

He used to get aggressive when you came around him when he was naked, treating you like some big threat, but you realized this was something more than just fear. It took a lot for him to get comfortable enough to allow you to touch him in the shower/bath.

For being so heavily trained as the best assassin, he's quite accident prone. Nothing major, but enough to warrant some kind of care. He feels a little confused whenever he gets hurt by accident, like he never expected the corner of the table to leave a small cut on his flesh arm. He focuses too much on things he knows hurt, that other things go unnoticed.

He learns to cook with you some days, he was tired of just watching. It's a good way to show him you trust him too, letting him handle things like knives or sharp objects without worrying he will hurt you.

You learn he really likes pie. Apple pie especially.

You also learn the alarm on the oven is too loud for him so you use your phone instead.

If you bring him out with you, he's very protective. His head is on a swivel, constantly observing everyone around you. He stays glued to your side, not letting you take many steps away from him.

Gets overstimulated easily.

Sounds that are similar to a blender or electricity freak him out. A bug zapper is also a sound he hates.

Some foods he looks at with newfound curiosity, like he hadn't seen them before. There are things he doesn't even recognize, newer or modernized things, he didn't know what to think. What the hell is an air fryer? How do you fry with air??

Get one and watch how he looks at it with amazement and confusion.

He seeks out spaces where he can be alone a lot, he needs space sometimes and you understand.

During bad episodes he sometimes disappears from your apartment, making you panic a little each time. You find him in alleys or the streets from time to time, he never wanders too far. You are worried sick but your priority is to get him back home.

It's hard for him to show it, but he does appreciate you and everything you've done for him. He gives you hugs from behind a lot, sometimes he whispers a word to you, but mostly he's silent.

He likes puzzles. He likes putting them together. Maybe because he himself feels like there are so many pieces of himself missing and it's satisfying to fill a picture.

One thing that calms him down are fresh cookies. Chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven, he can go from high strung to calm and docile.

He hates porridge and/or oatmeal. It's too similar to the things he was forced to eat in HYDRA. Tasteless slop, he can't stand the texture.

He loves when you brush his hair. His scalp is sensitive since he had his hair yanked and pulled so much, but you're always gentle. He loves feeling your fingers run through it and it puts him to sleep within minutes.

You're the only one who can touch his scars. Not that he is close to anyone else, but he doesn't fight you when your hand roams over where metal meets flesh.

Watches over you when you sleep a lot, his eyes glued to the door and his ears alert to every single sound. He stays up until he literally can't keep his eyes open.

He's very attached to you and never wants to leave you, ever.

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

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Hi! First time requesting, so I don't know if I'm doing this right, but can you do the twst boys with a love-starved reader? Like, the reader is often put on a pedestal because of their innate intelligence, praised by teachers, admired by those younger than them, a topic of discussion at family gatherings, and basically ties their worth to their brilliance, replacing love with praise, admiration, and adoration. Because of this, their really clingy when they're given love and care without any focus on their mind. This request may be a little self-indulgent because I myself am dealing with being a gifted kid in this exact situation, my best friend can tell you how clingy I am.

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, Riddle assumes you just like rules—like him. You’re brilliant, composed, and always on time with flawless assignments. Teachers praise you in the halls and underclassmen whisper your name like you're already a legend.

But when you're alone together, and he gently offers you a cup of tea with no mention of your latest academic achievement, he sees it—the way your eyes widen, like no one's ever done something just kind before. You latch onto his sleeve when he pulls away, fingers trembling slightly.

Riddle’s heart clenches. You're not asking for praise. You're asking to be held.

So he pulls you in, letting you melt against his chest, whispering softly, "You don’t have to impress me. You don’t have to earn love from me. You already have it."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona can smell it on you. Not literally, but emotionally—he knows what it’s like to be seen as a tool, a trophy, a pride parade of intellect. So when you eagerly follow him around, asking if he needs help, if he wants notes, if he wants you to do something… he just lays back and pulls you down with him.

You squeak in surprise, his arms locking around you, your head resting on his chest.

“You don’t gotta prove anything, herbivore. Just… stay here. That’s enough.”

And when you cling tighter than you mean to, burying your face in his chest to hide how emotional you are, Leona pretends not to notice—just strokes your back with a quiet, protective growl.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was in awe of your mind, of course—but when he saw how you lit up when he called you wonderful just for existing in his arms, not for a contract or clever plan, he began to understand.

So he tried something new.

He brought you warm cocoa, drew you into his lap, and murmured nothing about grades or glory. Just,

“You deserve affection, even when you do nothing at all.”

You blinked rapidly, face crumpling a bit, and clung to him like he was a lifeline. Azul, blushing to his ears, held you tighter.

And you finally felt seen. Not as a prodigy. Just… as someone worthy of love.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is used to people admiring him for superficial reasons, but you? You’ve been told you're brilliant, so many times you've forgotten how to just be.

When you start spiraling, listing your accomplishments when he compliments your laugh or the way you hold his hand, he gently shushes you.

“Stop. You’re radiant, not because of what you’ve done—but because you’re you.”

You tear up. You don’t mean to. But you melt when Vil strokes your cheek and kisses your forehead like he’s worshipping someone who forgot they were worthy.

Vil doesn’t mind the clinginess. He holds you through it, letting you anchor yourself to the warmth he offers—real, honest, and not earned through perfection.

Idia Shroud

Idia… gets it.

He sees you like a character in one of his favorite games—so powerful, but with a crumbling HP bar when it comes to emotional needs.

You cling to him after the smallest “I love you” slips from his lips during a gaming session. You freeze up, then wrap your arms around him like a koala and refuse to let go.

He turns neon-pink. “Wha—Y/N—?!”

But he doesn’t push you away. In fact, he kinda… likes it.

“Uhhh… I-I can hold you while we grind EXP… If you want?”

You don’t say a word. You just nuzzle into his neck, and he lets you stay. Because he knows what it’s like to live off of praise instead of love. And he wants you to have both.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus noticed it immediately.

You’re adored by everyone… but loved by so few.

So he begins gifting you gentle moments—flowers that aren’t enchanted, walks that lead nowhere, holding your hand under the moonlight without a single mention of your intellect.

When you begin crying quietly in his arms, whispering, “Why do you treat me like this… when I haven’t done anything to deserve it?”—his expression softens.

“You exist. That is more than enough.”

And when you cling to him like a child desperate for warmth, he wraps his arms around you and lets you stay as long as you need. For as many lifetimes as you need.

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Yes he’s a red flag but he’s also a gentleman so they cancel each other out

Alastor in rut but instead of him being horny he's just really lovey

This man is trying so hard, bringing you shit and killing your enemies just so you think he's a worthy mate

If you're already in a relationship, he's so much clingier than usual. This mf is literally hovering around you and using any excuse to touch you

He also gets a lot more possessive than usual, getting upset if anybody takes your attention away from him (he's less patient with men than he is with women)

So obviously he has to claim his territory, and he does that by dressing you in a lot of red and making sure your outfits are always matching

He's only a little embarassed about it when he's back to normal

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My fave type of tropes

Mother Figure

Oneshot

Requested By: @ambitiouslady

Summary: Lucifer and his brothers with an MC where Lucifer acts as the strict father figure and MC acts as the gentle mother figure. Lucifer x Reader (Romantically) The Other Demon Brothers x Reader (Familial) Word Count: 1,322

A/N: The reader is referred to as a mother figure but there are no feminine pronouns.

When you first got to the Devildom, you had no idea what was in store for you. You had no idea what to expect in a situation where a human has to live with a group of demons and has to adjust to their way of living.

You didn’t expect to grow so close to the demon brothers and you didn’t expect them to be such troublemakers either.

Sometimes, they would try to involve you in their schemes, but most of the time, you were the one they came to after their plan inevitably failed or when Lucifer caught them. They found solace in you.

Lucifer would give them a long and terrible lecture about their wrongdoings while discussing their punishment.

And when he was finally done with his scolding, they would seek out comfort from you.

You had a way of always putting them at ease. Even though, most of the time, you agreed with Lucifer.

Sometimes the brothers were a bit too reckless and you knew that most of the time, Lucifer’s lectures came from a place of deep care for his brothers. He didn’t want anything to happen to them. And in this mind, the only way to stop them from doing it again was to punish them.

He didn’t see that his punishments didn’t work as effectively as he wished. Luckily, he had you there to help emphasize his point.

You would gently reproach their actions, telling them everything that could go wrong before defending the things Lucifer was saying.

The difference was, they actually listened to you. You had a way of getting through to them - something Lucifer was envious of and something he admired very deeply.

The way that you took care of his brothers (and him) and never complained made him fall for you more and more every day.

You were someone he respected and someone he could depend on and that was something that Lucifer was sorely missing in his daily life.

Before long, you and Lucifer were acting in sync as honorary parents to the brothers. And with your help, some order was restored to the House of Lamentation.

Mammon would go to the casino, but he wouldn’t stay out all night or gamble away every last dime he had. And you even got him to turn his assignments in on time.

Levi had learned to spend more time out of his room, actually interacting with the people he called his family. And he cut back on his spending on Akuzon.

Satan still liked to keep to himself, but he noticed that Lucifer was much more tolerable whenever you were with him.

Asmo used to stay out multiple nights at the club and would return when he felt like it; but, after expressing your concerns, he made sure to come home at a reasonable time.

Beel learned to control his ravaging of the fridge and pantry. He was rewarded by your delicious cooking whenever he resisted his temptation, and he came to learn that was always better than eating anything and everything.

Belphie was able to stay awake at least to do the important things - like school and chores. You couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he and Satan came up with an Anti-Lucifer League scheme.

And Lucifer couldn’t remember a time when he had been happier. It was like you came into his life, picked up all of the pieces, and fixed everything. 

In his mind, you were the perfect addition to the family, and the way you loved all of them - the way you loved him - meant everything to him.

For once, Lucifer could admit that things were nearly perfect. But then, his brothers went missing.

It had been two days since either of you heard from them and the worry lines were about to become permanent on your faces.

You did your best to try and comfort Lucifer and keep him calm as you both searched for them. But, he was teetering on a very fine line of losing his mind, and to be honest, so were you.

You needed to find them - quickly. Because you were sure that Lucifer would uproot all three realms to find them if he had to.

He continuously reached out to his connections around the Devildom while you continued to text and call the brothers - hoping one of them would eventually answer.

Then one day, as you were noticing the dark circles under Lucifer’s eyes from lack of sleep, the front door to the House opened. 

You held your breath as you both rushed to the door and watched as all six of his brothers walked in with sheepish expressions on their faces.

You were relieved, just glad they were okay, and you immediately approached them to hug them.

As you did, you noticed they were injured and you ushered them into the living room to tend to their wounds.

As you passed by Lucifer, you noticed the look of anger on his face and you braced yourself for the long lecture that he was about to give.

And long was an understatement. You felt like Lucifer went on for years as he harshly scolded them.

You did your best to interject with phrases like, “We were really worried about you,” and, “It would kill us if something happened to you.”

By the time you were done patching up their wounds, Lucifer was done talking and walked off to go to his room for the night.

You gave them all a small smile and they could feel the love you had for them without you having to state it.

They didn’t say it often enough but they were so grateful that of all the choices, you were the human that came into their life.

“Get some rest,” you told them gently, knowing they all desperately needed it. They looked exhausted. And you could always talk more tomorrow.

You watched them all go to bed before heading up to Lucifer’s room. You knocked softly but he already knew who it was before you did.

He invited you in and when you entered, you saw him sitting on his bed, his usual vest and tie off. You noticed he looked a bit more relaxed now as his shirt was somewhat unbuttoned and his hair was a bit messier than usual.

You came to sit by him on the bed and he looked at you, his black and red eyes shining with love for you.

“They’re okay,” you told him and he let out a deep breath in response. You swore you could physically see the tension release from his muscles as the feeling of relief flooded his body.

He wasn’t good at admitting it. He believed he always had to keep up the strong and strict personality of the first-born. But, he was worried.

You gently took his hand in yours and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about him.

“What is it?” he asked, noticing the way your lips had turned upwards. “You’re a great big brother,” you replied, in a gently teasing voice.

Lucifer let out a scoff but you could see the blush rise to his cheeks and for once, he didn’t have the energy to deny your allegations.

To take the attention off himself he gently stroked your cheek and told you, “I’m lucky to have you. We all are.”

He smirked as you were now wearing a blush of your own before gently placing his lips on yours. “Thank you,” he said barely above a whisper as he intensely gazed into your eyes, making your heart skip a beat.

And it was in those moments that you felt lucky to have them.

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TWST Incorrect quotes#663 Stages

Stages of Love of Yuu Rabbit and Ruggie

Desk acquaintance

Ruggie: Jail is no fun, I’ll tell you that. Yuu*Blinks worriedly imagining tiny cute Ruggie in a cartoonish striped jail outfit being surrounded by big jail men*...You’ve been? Ruggie: Once...in Monopoly

That...Was the first time Ruggie had ever seen Yuu the resident Sex Symbol at par with Vil in way of suaveness and allure...Have a full-hearted laugh and giggle fit at his lame joke...To say he was taken aback and proud of it...was an understatement

Hanging out(You asked him on a date and he didn't catch it was a date-)

Yuu*heading out to see Ruggie* Rook: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!~ Yuu: I think I crossed that line when I got a date~

Favorite Regular in his work(After The Vil accident)

Vil: I know you love them Ruggie: I am not in love with Yuu! Vil* Staring at Ruggie,With a raised brow*I never said who... Ruggie*realizes*... Ruggie: Shit. Well, anyways-

Ruggie Inviting you to his games and saving you a good seat...to cheer for him

Yuu*Running towards him and picking him up for a celebration hug for winning* Oh, Ruggie!~You were magnificent!~

Rugg*Blushing and gives an excited little giggle with a cheeky grin,tail wagging* Was I really?

Yuu*Whispers into his ear* Better than Leona~

FINALLY confessing to eachother

You and Ruggie are lying on a picnic blanket together,Ruggie finally...confessing he likes you...and you hugging him and kissing him all over his face leaving red lipstick marks

Yuu*Kissing his lips once again lovingly holding his cheeks* Ruggie, darling!~ I want you to know I love you!~ I've loved you more than any Woman/Man/NB ever loved a Hyena!~

Rugg*Who mind is as soft as smashed potatoes and enjoying the moment of being cuddled and lovingly pamperd in kisses and compliment*Shyeheheeh~ heehe~

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Someone PLEASE GIVE ME A SPENCER REID X READER FIC WHERE ITS LITERALLY JESSICA AND RODGER

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

I have scoured this earth to the core and this is something I never knew I need I’m begging 😭

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This got me giggling I need more of this please 🙏😭

Heyy i was wondering if i could have a workshop session? Also congrats on reaching 2k i literally lovee your posts.

So i had this idea about early season spencer and a movie director reader, so basically sorta like the episode with lila archer except reader is really famous and makes mostly sci-fi movies or something spencer would watch, and someone on her set is a witness for a crime or connected to one and now that they dissapeared the BAU sent spencer and maybe derek to ask reader about what they know. But spencer is lowkey kind of silently fan girling lmao like when he first met rossi. I hope this idea isn't too cringe but its just something i thought of, and also its like 3am so my brain isn't functioning properly. Anyways thank yeww

STARstruck — SPENCER REID!

Spencer is a nerd who appreciates accurate scientific knowledge in the media he consumes, and you, are his literal idol in that aspect.

s1!spencer x fem!director!reader | 1.2k | fluff | 2k book fayre !!

a/n — this idea is so cute bro i love it

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the towering glass windows of the Hollywood studio, casting a golden glow over the sleek set design.

Cameras, lighting rigs, and intricate models of spaceships and futuristic cities filled the massive room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and slightly burnt popcorn lingered in the air.

Spencer took a deep breath as he stepped onto the set, eyes wide with a mix of awe and nervous excitement.

“You okay, pretty boy?” Morgan smirked as he nudged Spencer in the arm. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Spencer quickly adjusted the messenger bag on his shoulder, fiddling with the leather strap. “I’m fine,” He mumbled, although his gaze kept drifting toward the bustling crew members setting up for the next scene.

It wasn’t just the high-tech equipment that caught his attention; it was the fact that you was somewhere on this set. A literal legend in the movie world who had created some of Spencer's favourite films, the mind behind the intricate worlds he had spent years analysing and rewatching.

Not just a famous director, but one of the most influential minds in science fiction cinema, with a literal PhD in theoretical astrophysics, your movies weren’t just blockbusters—they were intellectually stimulating.

Films layered with complex theories of time travel, quantum physics, and human evolution. Spencer had spent hours after screenings debating the logic behind your plot twists, tracing your influences back to classic literature and obscure scientific studies.

He might have even written a paper about your work for one of his side projects.

Maybe.

“Alright, fanboy, whatever you say,” Morgan chuckled, clearly noticing the star-struck look on Spencer’s face. “We’re here for business, remember? We need to talk to her about the missing witness.”

Right. The reason they were actually here. One of the set designers from your latest film had disappeared. They had been linked to a crime scene across town, and now the BAU was trying to piece together their whereabouts.

As the two made their way past towering green screens and actors in elaborate futuristic costumes, Spencer’s heart rate quickened. There you were, standing near the director's chair, deep in conversation with a producer.

Morgan was the one to actually call your attention, flashing his FBI badge. “Excuse me, Doctor, I’m Agent Derek Morgan, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we’re with the FBI.”

Your eyes widen momentarily, before settling in understanding. “Pleasure to meet you both,” You motion for the two to follow you away from the busy set for the impending conversation.

Spencer tried to find his voice, but it was like his brain had short-circuited the moment you looked at him. The woman who had crafted entire galaxies and explored the intricacies of human consciousness in film now actually knew he existed.

“I—uh—” He stammered, glancing at the wall behind you before meeting your eyes. “I just wanted to say I’ve been a huge fan of your work for years. Your understanding of nonlinear time theory in Chrono Rift was... incredible—”

Morgan’s grin widened, and Spencer could feel his cheeks burning. He was not making a good first impression.

You, however, smiled warmly, your expression softening. “Thank you, Dr. Reid. It’s always nice to meet someone who appreciates the science behind the ‘science-fiction’.”

The way his eyes seem to soften in the wake of your thanks is endearing, matched with a pink flush to behind his glasses he attempts to brush a stubborn lick of hair from his eye.

It’s a natural attractiveness, one that’s sweet and a little awkward.

“But I assume you didn’t come here just to talk about quantum mechanics?”

Spencer cleared his throat, refocusing on the case. “Right, yes uh— We’re trying to locate one of your set designers, Adrian Moss. We believe they may have been involved with a recent crime, and they disappeared shortly after. Did Adrian mention anything unusual to you? Anyone they seemed nervous around?”

Your brows furrowed slightly in concern. “Adrian? No, they seemed fine. A little… distracted maybe, but I thought it was just the stress of the shoot. I had no idea they were involved in anything criminal.”

Morgan took over to save himself the second-hand embarrassment of Spencer’s stammering, smoothly steering the conversation. “Is there anyone on set Adrian might’ve had conflicts with? Or someone who seemed to be paying them too much attention?”

You paused, considering the question. “Not that I can think of, but I can ask around. The crew is like a family you know? People talk— if Adrian was in trouble, someone will have noticed.”

As the conversation continued, Spencer slowly found his footing again, chiming in with more questions about Adrian’s behavior and their role on set. But every now and then, his mind drifted to the fact that he was standing in the presence of one of his idols. And not only were you brilliant, but you were also kind.

After wrapping up their questions, you pulled out a small business card, handing it towards Morgan. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to give me a call. I’ll make sure the crew knows to cooperate fully with your investigation,”

Morgan pocketed the card with a small nod. “Thanks for your help. We’ll be in touch.”

As they turned to leave, you called out, “Oh, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer froze, turning back to face you. He genuinely felt like he might explode.

“If you ever want to debate time travel paradoxes or poke holes in my logic, I’d be happy to grab a coffee sometime.”

Spencer’s brain went blank for a second, and all he managed was a stunned, “Uh, yeah! I mean—yes, that sounds great.”

With a smile, you waved them off, returning to your work.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Derek clapped Spencer on the back, laughing. “I’ve never seen you like this, man. Fanboying over a director? That’s a new one.”

Spencer gave him a sheepish grin, although not one that tries to dispel his accusation. “She’s not just a director, Morgan. She’s a genius.”

“Well, genius, genius or not, you might actually have a shot there. But let’s focus on finding this missing designer before you start planning your first date.”

Spencer chuckled, still a little dazed but ready to get back to work. He couldn’t help but feel that, no matter how this case turned out, his emotional outcome was going to be a net positive.

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