#Seven deadly sins x reader

[lav-bee]

7DS x Reader Headcannons

You wipe off their kiss

Characters- Meliodas, Ban

❤️- read as romantic

Meliodas

- Stares at you for a moment in half disbelief

- Doesn’t blink and it kinda creeps you out

- Its almost as if-

- Did… did you break him?

- “You good?”

- Jumps on you and covers your face in kisses, not a spot is left untouched

- “Try wiping all of these off!”

- He’s all smiley and giggly as you try to push him off

- Uses his hands and squeezes your cheeks together to pucker your lips out

- Lays a fat kiss on your lips before moving away

- Gets a quick grope in and leaves you there stunned

Ban

- “You really wanna play like that?”

- Gives you another kiss -> you wipe it off again

- You dare wipe off his kisses!?

- See’s it as a challenge now!

- Kisses your forehead but this time when you go to wipe it off, he grabs both of your hands in one of his and pins you to the wall

- “Why are you try’na mess with me?” He smirks and uses his other hand to tip your face towards him

- Begins to kiss down your neck, “You don’t really think you can win, do you?” kisses down the other side

- Pulls away once he’s done to make sure you’re not actually mad at him and what he was doing

[melinoelliones]

After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him. 

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

 “Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes. 

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more. 

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”. 

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”. 

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure. 

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-” 

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”. 

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going. 

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both. 

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”. 

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me” 

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words. 

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern. 

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses. 

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory. 

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second. 

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely. 

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved. 

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt. 

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants. 

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base. 

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

 His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

[mooneeswrld]

WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, mention of blood, violence, overprotecting, a bit of yandere, chaos power, slight dirty talks.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

“i cannot…ah…just stay there…ah…while doing nothing…!” I said to myself while I was running without turning back as my drunk father yelled to me to come home and stop my “bullshits”.

I was still in my street, not running fast because of my heavy armor and sword. but the good side is that I wasn’t being chased by an alcoholic person that I call “father”.

so I stopped running for a while, my face all red because of the effort. I started walking out of Liones till I bump in someone with long white hair.

“ow…watch where you’re goin-“ I exclaimed till I face the person that turned back.

wait…

“sorry miss !!” said the freaking prince Tristan surrounded by his…friends ?

“o-oh ! do not apologise your majesty it’s for me I-“ I’ve been cut by him chuckling curiously. we know each other slightly, my dad know his dad a bit so we saw each other often.

“oh come on, (y/n), not those manners between us !!” he smiled at me after saying that. I smiled back but nervously, I was kinda hurry.

“oh okay, if you say so, Tristan” I chuckled softly between my words. I looked at the people behind him and looked at a girl that was clearly scaring me. she looked at me with furious eyes, that’s a girl I often saw around Tristan and two other guys.

“anyway, what were you doing in such a hurry ?” those words were from a guy I recognised between all : Lancelot. I frowned, knowing he knew about my abusive father. I then thought again about the fact that I needed to leave right the way.

“u-uh…doing exercises !!” I said seriously but nervous too because I was lying.

“LIAR !” screamed a blue haired girl from behind a lil man with a purple helmet. I jumped as she screamed and looked at her with wide eyes. how could she know anything about me and my reason to leave ??

“I-uh…excuse me…what ?” I said kinda nervous because of the feeling of all the gaze on me.

“I said : you’re lying” she said sure of herself.

“how can you be sure of that ?” I asked without any bad talking, I was just so confused. as she was going to talk about her “thing”, Lancelot explained.

“she can see when people are lying, blah blah blah… anyway, what. were. you. running. off. from ??” he frowned as Tristan did too. I started feeling stress in my tummy.

“I-uhh…I was-“ I’ve been cut again by Tristan touching my shoulder while saying with worried eyes.

“do you want me to call my father for any help ?? he could talk to your paren-“ he had been cut too by me saying clearly and loudly “nope !”

“DON’T CUT WHEN SIR PRINCE TRISTAN LIONES IS TALKING !” yelled the freaking scary girl that was staring at me badly since I got here.

the little kid with a purple helmet said with all his innocence which was so cute “hello ! I’m Percival ! who are you ?”

I jumped again “what are their problems ?? they are all talking at the same time : there’s a girl screaming at me “liar” another tell me life lessons, a boy is presenting himself and Tristan is saying if I need help of his father !!”

calm down (y/n).

before I could say it, Lancelot did it : “wow, guys, you’re all talking at the same time ! calm down !!”

I felt my tension decrease slowly as I looked at the little boy and said with a nice smile “hey ! I’m (y/n) nice to meet you Percival !”

he smiled and chuckled before saying “nice to meet you too !”

“anyways guys i really need to go now…for my reasons.” I started walking forward again before a hand placed on my shoulder.

“will we met again, (y/n) ?” said Tristan with a worried look before I saw Lancelot having the same look. I chuckled before turing to them.

“of course we will, I promise”

he smiled as a relief before I waved to them and ran back out of Liones.

~~~~

as I ran out of Liones, a bag of clothes in my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘what if Tristan tell his dad ??’

but I trust Tristan, he know that I wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it…right ?

I stopped running when I bumped into someone in the stable at the exit of Liones. the shock ad a sound of two metals hitting each other. am I bumping into everyone now or what ?

“excuse me” I said not bothering looking at the man, a knight to be more precise.

the man said nothing, just looking at me weirdly. he was looking at me like some model that needed to be perfect. suddenly he touched my hair, I then gasped, reminding of an old memory. I then slapped his hand out of my hairs and looked furiously at him.

“what do you think you’re doing ?!” I exclaimed calmly but with a furious tone.

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

my eyes widen, what was he on about ?? I felt the aura of others knights hiding somewhere. I felt my breath heavier. and looked at him to respond.

“what are you talking about, you fool ? I won’t marry Tristan !!” I exclaimed slightly confused. I started walking to my horse, trying to get out of this…trap I think ?

“I’m not talking of Liones here” he said with a more serious tone. his eyes locked on me, trying to look at my body trough my armor.

I gasped as I prepared my horse, nearly finished so I can ran out.

“w-well…no, I know it’s some random jokes. now if you’ll excuse me” I said as he chuckled after it. I jumped on my horse looking at him from the top of my horse.

he smiled and said “we’ll see about that then. we will met again, and this time we will take you and bring you to our king”.

I gasped and turn my horse around and started going away from the stable and them. why is this day so awful ??

~~~~

as hours passed fast, my horse felt more and more tired and the was going to let his place to the moon. I then thought that I needed to stop at an hostel. I then went to closer village from where I was.

when I finally saw a village where people lived peacefully. I put my horse in the stable of the village. and then rushed in the hostel, it was already the night.

the hostel was a small one. after I prayed, wishing there was still free rooms, I entered in.

“hello ma’am ! how can I help you ?” said the person directly when I entered : which makes me jump.

“hello, can I get a room for tonight. I’m alone” I smiled slightly at the old man.

“uuh…let me check…yeah…we have still two rooms free so you can get a room” said the old man as he took a key behind him. “It’ll be the room 5”

I took the keys and said thanks and good night as I started walking to my room. when I entered, I heard loud man laugh on the room beside mine, great. I entered my room and started taking my shower.

as I stopped the water and was ready to dry myself, I stopped. I was frozen in place as I heard the conversation of my neighbours.

“yeah…ahah ! King Arthur is searching for a wife…I think our mission is over since we found this girl thus morning in the stable…ahahah, it was quick !”

wait…

what did he said ??!

I started panicking, my first move is to grab my towel and dry myself with a fast and nervous way. ‘(y/n), you’re completely alone right now, if they happen to see you…as the knights of King Arthur…you’re dead’

this night, I didn’t slept well : you know why.

~~~~

the next morning got really fast. you woke up, got ready and got out of your room to checkout the night as the freaking knights were in the bar of the hostel. you gasped, panicking again when the old man called you loudly.

“good morning ma’am ! was everything okay ?”

you wanted to crush his face against his fucking desk. you took a big inspiration and walked in. feeling the gaze of the knights.

“I’d like to checkout” you said as you glared at the poor old man. you then payed and walked fast out of the hostel but…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“we met again…ma’am” said the knight of the other day. I decided to act dumb :

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the said of my head that knocked me down…

shit…

*to be continued*

[sockmeat]

𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆... (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔)

(𝐰𝐜): 3,058

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When you acquire a new shade of lipstick, you’re eager to try it on and see how it looks. When you see your s/o minding their business, you’re curious: what will it look like on them?

(𝐀/𝐍): GET THIS OUT OF MY DRAFTS i am sick of looking at it

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Meliodas’ scenario is suggestive at the end but if you blink you’ll miss it, Ban’s scenario is suggestive all the way through I’m sorry I wanna fuck him so bad, I tried to get this out on Valentine’s day but I’m pathetic and lazy so let’s pretend this isn’t a whole MONTH late

𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒔

♡ Sometimes Meliodas was just too fucking cute.

♡ Even though you were well aware of how his mind works, being the victim of his impulses, you couldn’t help but want to squish his cheeks until the end of time.

♡ And it just so happened that you were getting ready and decided to wear your new, bright red lipstick when he came in with all his cheeky glory.

                                                         𓆩♡𓆪

    “Yo, (y/n)! What’cha doin’?” He asks you with a smile, closing the door behind him and leaning on it. You turn from your vanity with a matching expression. He was in his usual outfit--he always refused variety in his wardrobe. You’ve gotten used to seeing him, but you will always be excited to see his face. Especially his cheeks.

    “I’m just playing around with some makeup,” you tell him. He hums and you return your gaze to the mirror. Delicately, as to not knock anything over, you grab your newest shade of lipstick and apply it to your lips.

Meliodas stays silent as he watches from across the room.

    When you were satisfied, you put the lipstick down and reached for a spare napkin, only for you to stop in your tracks when you make eye contact with Meliodas through the mirror.

    Your smile grew when an idea popped into your head. “Meliodas,” you coo, “Come here please.”

    Meliodas pushes himself off the door and does as you say. “What’s up?” He asks, stopping next to you.

    You say nothing, only pulling his face down to your level. With quick vigor, you press a dozen kisses on his cheeks; six bright red kiss marks decorated his face like freckles. Finally, you press one last passionate kiss on his lips. He parted with a silly smile stretching his face.

    He knew he’d be getting teased for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to wipe the lipstick off. In fact, he’d wear the markings proudly until the day they wore off.

                                                         𓆩♡𓆪

♡ And just as he expected, Meliodas was teased. A lot.

♡ He wasn’t the only one being teased, though. Ban teasing the both of you all day about you both being perverts.

♡ Despite that, never once did he consider wiping your art off.

♡ Meliodas is the type of guy to love any kind of marking, giving or receiving, so he was in bliss the whole time.

♡ At the end of the day, he knew he was loved and the markings were proof of that. Don’t be surprised if he starts buying lipsticks of all kinds and asking you to mark him lower, too. Maybe you could even make a rainbow!

𝑩𝒂𝒏

♡ When you finally got your hands on a lipstick you had your eyes on forever, you couldn’t help but put it on straight away.

♡ You picked out a cute outfit to match, too. You were just so excited!

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

    You smiled to yourself, admiring yourself in your bathroom mirror. You had a dress, cute shoes, the jewelry Ban stole from you--you were only missing one thing. Excitedly, you grabbed your new lipstick and started putting it on, leaning closer to the mirror.

Knock, knock.

    Ban opens the door without hearing your answer. “Hey, babe, Meliodas wants us--Oh,” he stops in the frame, gawking at you.

    “Hey, hot-stuff,” Ban purrs, eyeing the dress you’re wearing. He walks to you confidently. “Going somewhere? I hope not. I didn’t know you had this dress,” he smirked.

    “Yes, I’m going somewhere. It’s very important and I don’t need you smudging my makeup,” you attempt to scold him. Ban ignores your silent demand and leans down, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

    You sigh. “One kiss,” you tell him, turning and pressing a kiss to his jawline. “Now, shoo! Out!”

    Ban stops you by grabbing your hips and pressing you against the counter. “Oh, no, I’m not going anywhere,” he smirks. “But neither are you.” He grabs the lipstick from your hands and swipes it across your lips.

“You’re gonna need more of this.”

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Ban doesn’t mind markings, but he prefers giving them over receiving them.

♡ This doesn’t mean he’ll tolerate teasing, oh, no. He’ll either fire back at them or brag about the marks.

♡ He will also get you more lipstick and opt to try it out, but instead of buying it like Meliodas, he just steals it. (They’re always new, however, since the one time he got you a used one you got a sore and he couldn’t kiss you until it healed.)

♡ Strangely enough, he found out he has a thing for lipstick thanks to you.

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈

♡ When you mentioned your date with King to Elizabeth, she decided to take you shopping while you were at a pit stop.

♡ There were many options, but you decided on something conservative. You didn’t want to give your favorite fairy a heart attack just yet--not until you were married, at least.

♡ It was a simple outfit, but one you knew he’d like. As a bonus, you had the cutest shade of lipstick to go with it!

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

    Elizabeth sat on your bed with the brightest smile, patiently waiting for you to leave the bathroom and show her your outfit. You two just got back from your shopping spree; you got a new outfit and Elizabeth got some jewelry, but the star of the show would be your new lipstick.

    Until now, you had never worn any type of bold color on your lips. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. With grace, you applied the final coat to your lips and strut dramatically out of the bathroom.

    “What do you think? Is it too much?” You ask Elizabeth, your confidence suddenly flying out of you. You nervously wiped your hands on your outfit and smoothed the wrinkles.

    “You look wonderful,” Elizabeth cheered, brightening your mood. “He’ll love it!” You returned her smile. No one could stay grumpy when Elizabeth was around, her joy was simply too contagious.

“Thank you,” you tell her.

Knock, knock, knock.

“(Y/n)? Are you in there?”

    You open the door to see King with his fist raised. He almost looked surprised to see you; his face held shock, but there was a faint trail of pink on his cheeks.

    You smile at him and ask, “Are you ready?” He grips his pillow and looks around the hallway, stuttering over his words. Whenever he tried to say something, he’d cut himself off and try to say something different.

    “I-I just...” King sighs. “You look really pretty,” he mumbles, finally meeting your eyes. Your face warms and before you can think, you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek.

    You pull back and giggle when you see the red stain on his face. “Come on, let’s go before it gets dark.” You grab his hand and pull him down the stairs. He floats after you with heart eyes, burning the feeling of your kiss into his brain.

                                                       𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Another person that gets teased for the kiss mark.

♡ He gets a lot more embarrassed than the others, though.

♡ He also can’t defend himself that well...

♡ If he gets teased enough, he’ll just hide away in his room.

♡ He’ll consider wiping the kiss off until he thinks about you being sad because of it.

♡ Chances are, because of that thought, he’ll keep the kiss there until it wears off or you wipe it off.

♡ He thinks they’re a little bit embarrassing--he will almost never ask for them unless he’s feeling bold.

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐞

♡ This time you’re getting ready together!

♡ Diane has a large collection of beauty products and loves to share them with you.

♡ At least once a week the two of you are playing around in her makeup. Sometimes they’ll be considered dates and sometimes you’ll do it to get ready for actual dates, but they will happen.

♡ There is no escaping it.

♡ Everyone knows about these dates, too. Sometimes Elizabeth or even Merlin will join and it’ll be a girls’ night!

                                                      𓆩♡𓆪

    You and Diane were sitting around and talking about life’s secrets when she decided to pull out her makeup. The two of you were gathered on the hardwood floor in front of a body-length mirror, her mountains of makeup sitting next to and in front of you.

    With a smile, you pushed your cheek against hers and looked at her through the mirror. “Always,” you whisper.

    “Oh, oh!” Diane chants, reaching into one of the piles and pulling out a hardly-used lipstick. “I got this a few days ago, but I totally forgot about it!”

    She was quick to put it on her lips. Puckering them up, she turned to you with a duck face and mumbled, “Don’t I look cute?”

    Diane squeals, “(Y/n) thinks I’m cute!” while rubbing her cheek against yours as if she was starting a fire. She continues to spout cheesy nonsense before attacking your cheeks.

    One kiss turned into five and five kisses turned into twenty. Soon enough, your entire face was covered in her lipstick. The lipstick left on her lips was now smeared from her harassment, but the smile she had distracted you from that.

    “Well, if you’re gonna be like that--” You start, snatching the tube of lipstick and putting it on erratically. Diane screamed and tried to run, but you grabbed her and returned her onslaught full-force.

    In the end, the two of you were covered in lipstick--both of your lips were bare, however, instead, the lipstick was everywhere else. Diane would look back on this memory with fondness for the rest of her days.

                                                     𓆩♡𓆪

♡ She enjoys it as much as you do!

♡ However, she isn’t the type to keep it on all day. She can just ask you to give her more, after all.

♡ Ban is really the only one that teases her and she’ll brush it off like it’s nothing.

♡ She knows you love her and that’s all she cares about. The kisses are proof of that!

♡ Occasionally, she’ll ask you kiss in a specific spot if she’s looking to do a whole look. She’ll make something intricate with your kiss as the main course and will only take it off when she has to go to bed.

𝐆𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

♡ While Gowther was shopping for books, you wandered off and came across a beauty store.

♡ You planned on just looking around, but when does that ever work out?

♡ While you were exploring, a beautiful shade of red caught your eye.

♡ You tried the sample and sure enough, you looked amazing! You were quick to grab the tube and purchase it.

                                                    𓆩♡𓆪

    You skipped swiftly down the streets, eyes set on the book store Gowther would no doubt be visiting. As if someone would steal it, you held onto your newest tube of lipstick with a grip of steel.

    When you were just a few steps away, you slowed and took the lid off to put it on. With a finishing swipe, you rubbed your lips together and looked for Gowther.

    “Gowther! Look what I got,” you call, seeing him exit the store with a few books in his hand. He looked at you for a moment before he noticed the change. A ruby red color, which was not there before, made itself present on your lips. It looked strangely... Kissable?

He points to your lips and asks, “What is that, girlfriend?”

    You grab his hand and begin walking back to the tavern, where everyone was waiting. “It’s lipstick,” you inform him. “Makeup. It just makes you look nice. Do you like it?”

    Gowther thinks for a moment before answering. “Yes,” he states. “I do like it. Why haven’t you shown me this earlier?”

    You smile, “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it. You can be brutal, you know. I’m glad you like it!” Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, you decide against telling him about the mark it left.

                                                    𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Gowther doesn’t understand them. In fact, he may even see them as unsanitary, considering how much germs the human mouth has.

♡ Are you surprised? This is Gowther, after all.

♡ But still, he’ll do what you want with them.

♡ Once you explain that it’s a sign of your love, he’s more open to keeping it on.

♡ He’ll even randomly point it out to other people and subtly brag!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧

♡ You sat patiently in the front area of the Boar hat, waiting for Merlin to return from her escapade. A month ago, before she left, Merlin promised you that she would bring you something as a gift--a souvenir.

♡ Of course you were said to see her leave. Anyone would be!

♡ But the rest of the sins were good at keeping you distracted so you weren’t moping around.

♡ Thanks to them, the month passed by quickly.

                                                   𓆩♡𓆪

    You sat at the bar of the Boar hat, staring at the door as if it owes you money. As humble as you wanted to appear, you knew you were being impatient. No doubt, you would be teased for this, but you didn’t care.

Your girlfriend is coming back today! Who wouldn’t be excited?

    Your heart leaped into your throat when you heard footsteps approach the door. Merlin. Each step felt like a millennia apart. You had half the nerve to march over and swing that door open. There was a chance she was teasing you, after all. A chance she knew you would count her arrival by the second.

However, there was a chance that wasn’t her. So you waited.

    Finally, the door opened and Merlin stepped in. She couldn’t say a word before you were latched onto her. You gave her a passionate kiss, your leg popping out of habit.

    “Well, hello there,” she smiles, pulling away from your kiss, but not your touch. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” An obvious lie. This has been a long-going routine for years now--Merlin would go off on a mission and you would always be there to greet her.

    She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a tube of lipstick--pink, just like hers. “I know how much you love to match. It just so happens that I found this while travelling and I thought of you,” she chirped, taking the cap off and applying it for you.

    You admired her as she concentrated on your lips. A small smile graced her lips. When she finished, she put the cap where it belonged and put the tube of lipstick in her hands.

    “Thank you,” you purr, leaning forward to give her a kiss on her lips, then her cheek.

    Normally, Merlin would wipe the mark to avoid comments, but you were just reunited. Perhaps she could deal with the sins’ teasing.

                                                      𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Merlin prefers giving them instead of receiving them.

♡ She appreciates the sentiment, but sometimes she has important things to attend and when all her peers can focus on is the kiss marks you left behind, no work is done.

♡ However, giving them is like a little claim for her. She absolutely loves to see them.

𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫

♡ Giving Escanor kiss marks wasn’t a new concept.

♡ Whether it was cheering him on in his day form or cheering him up during the night, Escanor almost always had a kiss mark somewhere on him.

♡ Escanor loved nothing more than holding you in his arms while you kissed anything you could reach in his day form.

♡ In his night form, he loves holding you close so you can kiss him while he reads to you.

                                                     𓆩♡𓆪

    You tried to pay attention to what Escanor was saying, you really did! But watching him next to you looking so kissable made it so hard. You were feeling especially loving tonight--you were damn near close to biting the man because of how cute he looks.

    When Escanor offered to read to you, you didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. It was common, sure, but you would never get tired of hearing him describe a scene. He had a way of expressing a scene that made you feel like you were there yourself.

    You were so busy admiring him you didn’t even notice when he stopped reading. “Dear?” Escanor calls to you, resting the book on his lap. “Are you alright? I’m not boring you, am I?”

    “No, no! I just--” You stumble over your words. Your hands are waving wildly in the air, hoping you convey your message better than your words can.

    You sigh, annoyed, and get up from your seat. Confidently, you strut to Escanor and plop onto the space next to him. Your legs are thrown over his and your arms are around his neck.

    You grin when Escanor’s face flushes. “You’re just really cute,” you gush. While you press scattered kisses on his face, Escanor’s heart is beating faster than ever.

    His thoughts are chaotic--how much he doesn’t deserve you, how he’s glad that no one else is here, to how he could feel the lipstick you left behind--but no matter what he thought about, it was always about you.

                                                     𓆩♡𓆪

♡ In the end, it doesn’t matter which form he’s in, he’ll always love them.

♡ He just gets more embarrassed over it during the night.

♡ But don’t let that fool you! He will never deny you from showing your love.

                                                     𓆩♡𓆪

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Meliodas x Reader x Elizabeth | spoilers | ~ .3k words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: repost, requested by an anon

╰ Damn, you got in a relationship with one of the demon princes AND the princess of Liones/a goddess? You lucky as hell

╰ Prepare to be teased relentlessly by Meliodas. That man does not give up until you’re stuttering and blushing worse than Elizabeth

╰ They’re both very observant lovers. They’re quick to notice changes to your looks, personality, or mood.

╰ Meliodas brings up the changes he notices rather casually in conversation. Elizabeth prefers discussing it in private.

╰ Meliodas is not allowed to care for either of you if you’re sick. He’d probably make you two get even sicker.

╰ Meliodas would love to train you/with you if you wish to get stronger.

╰ He’d still worry about you on the battlefield lol

╰ Elizabeth is constantly worried when either of you fight. She trusts you both and knows you’re strong, but she can’t help but worry.

╰ If you can’t cook, y’all have to rely on Ban and others.

╰ Cuz neither Elizabeth nor Meliodas can cook to save their lives

╰ If you can cook tho, then you’re the one cooking outta the three of them lmao

╰ Meliodas is the biggest on PDA

╰ Elizabeth gets extremely flustered with even just a hug

╰ Meliodas says a lot of sexual jokes and remarks and how lucky he is to have two sexy partners

╰ If you tell him you’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately stop

╰ Or Hawk will headbutt him in the stomach first lol

╰ All in all, very good partners, 10/10, would recommend

[bunji-enthusiast]

Requester ⇨ [Hi this is my first time. Can I ask for Lancelot and Tristan (separately) with sassy bubbly s/o who they’ve known their whole life and how their relationship is like. If it’s not to much could you add their nicknames for each other and the cute things they do for their s/o Thank you.]

Heyyyy! Happy to be the very first one you requested! We can always depend on these two boys for the fluff :D also sorry if you see the way my posts are set up, I'm trying to find something to work with that I feel okay with.

Content || grammar errors, sassy banter, fluff, headcanons, gender-neutral reader.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 (𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗!)

Tristan generally loves you very much, even before the two of you were official! But every time you exude such a sassiness that he cannot, he can't help but laugh. The prince of Liones he may be, but you can just call him the prince of laughter. He can't help it, it sets him off every time!

There is one main similarity between the both of you, and that is your bubbly sides. Lots of your friends and even both your families just make major comparisons this way, which you never seem to hear the end of. Tristan however just loves when you can seem so happy, kind and full of life.

The one strengthening factor behind your relationship, is that you two have known each other for as long you can remember since childhood and even into your teenage years. Tristan knows every little detail; what you like, what you dislike, what you hate and your favorite memories. He can't really help but be in-love with every single aspect of you.

Tristan does worry quite a lot when you are out on missions, but he does often get reminded about how resilient you can be - especially with the amount of comments you make in combat. The nephilim is still left with worry though even when you do come back; did you get injured, burned, or imprisoned? the amount of things run ample through his mind enough.

He is a very avid and proud lover, just like his father. Though he is less perverted, as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Tristan always likes to be very open about his love toward you, even if he does find himself with a blushing expression.

with all lovers, there is a connection that trescends the apparent obvious understanding. The way you know Tristan like the back of your hand when he is happy, or worried. The way he knows you when you are bashful or even sad.

He is unusually reminded and wonders if you have a lack of moral guidance when you are quite sassy, not even barring to hold back the blunt words that spill from your lips towards enemies and knights of chaos. Tristan wonders just what had happened to you when he had not been around in each other's earlier years.

Even if there are things about yourself that your insecure, Tristan is that kind of boy that will love all your insecurities for you. He has enough love going around, so he will love those as well. The prince will not take your self-deprecation if he doesn't at least refute it every time with a compliment, he hates when you see yourself that way.

In the privacy of his room, he certainly sees a side to you that no one else would be able to. You're far more soft and albeit grumpier when sleepy, but lots and lots of cuddles ensue, though somewhat whine and complain that he can be a bit cold.

If you end up sick, he just ruffles and pats your hair when you complain about it with snarky and sassy comments. But he won't just stop there, Tristan will help you work through it. Soup, warm cloth and even drawing you a bath.

Sometimes in tense moments, just to stay grounded, you two mouth to one another: 'I love you'. It generally helps, quite a lot. As he does find emotions difficult to deal with often, but just saying that alone helps him stay tethered to the earth.

This nephilim loves, loves, loves to give you gifts. In about anything, he finds that reminds him of you is something he will give to you as a gift. Tristan does hope that you don't find this annoying though, he just cares about you very much.

He knows you can defend yourself when being insulted, so when you fire one right back -- he just smiles. Tristan can't help but be proud, he doesn't know why but he just is. He loves when you don't just take it, and defend yourself (if verbally, or even physically).

Tristan loves holding hands with you if possibly, only particularly at appropriate times. The prince is very huge on PDA, and loves being affectionate with you. Though he often hears a lot of jesting from you whilst you hold hands with him, Tristan knows, and just grins.

You most likely lead half the conversations, seemingly always able to find something to say. He doesn't mind, and occasionally gives input when he feels he needs too. He isn't an avid talker most of the time, and tends to be quite formal anyway, so he just opts for listening to you. There are always jokes in each and every one of your conversations, your the one making them.

In the more quiet moments, Tristan and you will dance together. Maybe even bumble over each other's footsteps and laugh about it, and touching each other's foreheads and talking about things that bother you or things that brightened your day.

However, it doesn't mean your the only talker. Tristan may be quiet when you talk, but he can have a lot of things to say as well. Though he always just wants you to know he's actually listening to the things your saying.

Tristan isn't much of a nickname giver, but he does have many affectionate nicknames he reserves just for you alone; angel, darling, my love, and my light.

However the nicknames he has for you when you are being completely sassy are different; grizzly, my little philosopher, biscuit, and sunshine. However he always means them with love, he swears! Tristan generally just calls you these nicknames, and you just get even sassier. He loves it.

The two of you play into each other's playful sides, which can be a bit worse for wear, but it always ends up with memories you can look back on with fondness.

You two can quite literally be the perfect match for eachother, considering how laid-back and playful he can be at times, so the both of you are always met with back and forth comments from one another. Sometimes, there is a point to where the others are still surprised that you both have the energy to behave toward each other in such a way.

Lancelot does admire your more bubbly aspects however, and somewhat envies you for it. He wishes he can still have that energy, back to his earlier years of childhood with you. Lancelot can't match it as easily anymore, but he is reminded very fondly every time that side of you comes out. His gaze always lingers on you, not daring to stray for as long as possible, he always wants to burn those expressions into memory.

Beyond the relationship, even before knowing you, he feels a deep sense of despair as if something will happen. Something beyond his control, he feels that with each and every person he comes to hold dear of course. But with you, it delves even deeper, even more worse than before. Lancelot feels at a loss when this feeling surfaces, reminding him of previous failures (lance, please be kind to yourself). He is unsure when this sentiment truly comes to pass. Sometimes even with your sunshine, he still is reminded.

Whenever and however, if Lancelot ends up being the victim of your sassy comments, he just shrugs it off and continues the conversation. It just often shocks others as he usually is quick to bite back, but it didn't happen this time around, not with you.

It helps wholly, that he had known you for as long as he could remember. So even before being official, Lancelot can remember even the most seemingly insignificant details about you. Anything that he remembers, is something he considers of large importance after all. So maybe one day your met with a gift, something you mention offhandedly you liked, just one time. He looks away and says it was just something he saw on the way back, Lancelot will not admit he actually remembered that.

He isn't necessarily a touchy person compared to his father, but Lancelot will hold your hand if you wanted to, with very grumpy comments. You just tease him when he does accept it, to which he just lazily refutes.

Lancelot will defend you if you happen to be insulted, but if you do end up defending yourself, he happily accepts that with a proud-ass smile. He knows you can defend yourself verbally, but the comments you fire right back inspire him. New material for insults.

Often, he ends up cooking for you. You will not find him actually willingly doing that for anyone else, but you alone. Lancelot remembers few of your favorite recipes off the top of his head, so he cooks the appropriate meal concurrent with the time of the day. He definitely had inherited his ability to cook so well from his father, but had made it even better the more he had cooked.

On missions, he tends to worry about you. Out of habit, as he doesn't want anyone he cares about to get hurt, will shadow you the best he can. If he is able to of course, other times he will simply have to trust that you can take care of yourself and come back okay.

Lancelot is a quiet and subtle lover, but you can very much tell easily how much he loves you through acts of service (I will continuously iterate that he is an acts of service lover, sue me). He often will do chores on your behalf, or even patrol with you as often as he can, he can't really find himself doing anything else otherwise lest he actually has something he needs to prioritize.

Sometimes he actually hates that you can understand him, like 'how or why do you know this about me so easily?' You should be far away from his heart. Yet, you wormed so far in and deeply into his heart that he cares for you in a way he would no one else. Lancelot in turn does understand you as well as you do him, so he can catch even the smallest things. Example for telling, that subtle shift in your demeanor.

Such subtle things aren't left unnoticed by either you or Lancelot. maybe his jaw is clenched for some reason, you lightly tell him to unclench. He does. What if your hand was tightened and formed into a fist? Lancelot gently taps the knuckle of your hand with the back of his finger, curled in a way of subtle worry.

It's as if a complete shift in your demeanor when you are insecure (be it very few, or plenty), he will softly tell you something completely positive as an opposite. Lancelot finds it reassuring he was born with the ability to read hearts, i.e the mind in extension. Your thoughts are something that are much easier to read when you have bouts of these moments, and it is much easier for him to help you through it. He understands in a way, but hopes that you can overcome such insecurities one day.

[linniewrites]

9:15 ; “you should meet her.”

Meliodas x f!goddess!reader

wc: 413

“So you’re the oldest out of how many kids ? “You were imitating the way Meliodas was always laying on the ground with your arms crossed under your head. When he first took notice of the way you were relaxing, he pretended not to care, but now it made him smile.

"There’s two of us, but I don’t think we can call ourselves kids.”

“Well, for other races we’re really old, but hey, we’re still pretty young.” You nudged him with your shoulder, smile teasing him. However, he hit you back with his own shoulder and a smile mimicking your own, stopping your movements.

“I’m older than you though ?”

Your laughter stopped after he finished his sentence. “What ?!”

“Yeah, I was born around the same time as the second fairy king.” He showed the number two with his index and middle finger, unknowingly forming a peace sign.

“You’re the same age as Dahlia ?” Your head lowered, and you thought about it for a moment, not realizing you were talking out loud. “That means you’re the same age as Ellie…”

“What’re you mumbling for ?”

“Nothing, I just thought you and me would be closer in age, but you’re closer to my sister’s age.”

“Really ? Elizabeth is her full name, no ?”

“Yeah, Ellie… she’s really nice you know, you’d be good friends.”

“I heard you were the nicest out of the both of you, so maybe she would hate me ?”

“You heard I was nice ?” You slapped his chest and hit your bottom lip to hide your smile.

“I heard you killed people in one hit that way they didn’t suffer.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You shook your head before defending yourself. “Well sometimes I don’t have a choice. I can’t just let people come at me and let them kill me.” He nodded at you, agreeing. “But… I’m serious. You could meet Ellie someday. It’d be so fun, hanging out, the three of us, and you could invite your brother !”

“Should I ?”

“Yeah ! Imagine this…” You started showing at the grassy ground in front of you. “We’d have fruits and plenty of different veggies as well. And you guys can bring stuff they cook in the demon realm.”

“I’ll tell Zeldris to get everything ready then.”

You smiled at what you assumed to be his brother’s name, and fell back onto the ground happily, and imagining your day with the people you loved the most.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I get another round with Yandere Merlin,Diane and Elisabeth, Derieri and Melascula with a human darling. Only this time the darling is a member of the sins being the eighth son of melancholy so unlike other humans he's actually very strong instead of being helpless.

I was trying to think of a fitting animal to represent melancholy and came up with a donkey... If you've watched Winnie Pooh you know exactly why.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation, isolation

Donkey's Sin of Melancholy

Elizabeth Liones

👼​Elizabeth as a person has always cared for the people around her even if they were her enemies and this nurturing nature is amplified in her obsession. The princess wants her darling to be happy physically and mentally so having you being the embodiment of melancholy only stokes the flames of obsession within her. You're always draped in thick sheets of unexplainable sadness and sorrow and even you can't give her a reason to why you're always feeling so dejected which only encourages her obsession to make a fuss over you. Since there is no real problem for your feelings she has no way to approach the problem and help you with your gloomy emotions. Other sins like Ban tell her that she shouldn't fret so much over you since this is how you have always been yet Elizabeth strongly objects. She doesn't want you to dwell all the time in such dark emotions as she yearns to see you leaving that grim place your mind always seems to stay in. She swears to herself that she will make you happy and that she will free you from your own thoughts.

👼​That wish of her is going to push her to be overbearing sooner or later depending on whether we're considering her before she regained her memories or after she regained her memories. Elizabeth before remembering who she really is would be quick to coddle you, clinging to you all the time and doing everything to make you smile and make you happy. She's insecure, knows that you are very strong as a part of the eight sins whilst she isn't yet she still strives to be helpful to you somehow. If that can't be on the battlefield then it will be emotionally and because she is so eager about assisting you even if you deny her help more than once that can quickly turn into her being a tad bit too attentive and overbearing. If we're talking about Elizabeth as a goddess she would approach you more thoughtfully, emotionally more prepared to read your current mood and attempt to cheer you up from there. She's more subtle with everything she does but upon recalling her memories she has also learnt how to use her abilities again which means that she might use her empathic powers in an attempt to influence your emotions.

Diane

🐍​Growing up Diane has made acquaintance with loneliness, a terrible feeling that she has over the years learnt to utterly despise. She doesn't want to be alone anymore which is one of the major reasons why she ends up as clingy as she does when she falls in love with you. You have never once made any comments about her height nor her clinginess though, maybe because you are often elsewhere with your mind and your thoughts yet it is the fact that you don't speak up about it that ends up encouraging her tendencies to escalate. She thinks that your quietness and thoughtfulness are very attractive and only add to your coolness. Her feelings have never been a secret to the other sins because she can barely hold back the red blush on her face as soon as she sees you and instantly starts twirling her hair around with her fingers, trying to make herself look cuter so that she might be able to make your heart skip as much as you always make her heart skip.

🐍​It is your reserved personality that still makes her most jealous though. Even though she is definitely on a delusional side she knows that you tend to avoid conflict and never disagree even when someone asks you to do something that you don't really want to do. This is where she takes it upon herself to act like the protective wife and speak up for you instead even if she never asks you for your real opinion on the topic. Additionally her already quite bad jealousy only increases because she knows that you are not the most social person out there and prefer spending time in your own head rather than with the people around you which makes every slice of attention you give others so much more special and by extension even worse. Why did you pay attention to that person and not to her just now? It's such thoughts that only add to her pushy clinginess as she wants to hoard all of your attention as soon as you snap out of the place in your mind you find yourself stuck in on days. As your future wife she should after all be the one person you may most attention to.

Merlin

🐗​Merlin's interest in knowledge, science and everything she doesn't know of is an unquenchable thirst that has led her to suspend her own age so that she may have all the time in the world to learn everything she desires to know. Often refered to as a mysterious woman since no one can truly tell what she is really after it is perhaps no surprise that the woman shrouded in mystery takes an interest in the other sin who is often just as hard to understand as you. Despite being a normal human you possess strength that has allowed to join the ranks of the sins and it is your personality that only adds to her interest as you are not very talkative nor do you spend much time with others. If Merlin takes interest in something she is going to pursue it even if she has to use more underhanded methods yet her ambigious morality has never truly been something that has bothered her. She knows what she is doing yet she prioritises her own interest above any laws or morality that others may criticise her for.

🐗​She uses the information she has to her own advantage and attempts to manipulate you so that she can spend more time with you. Her laboratory is a place where people rarely enter, mainly because she uses spells to keep people out and it is a place you find yourself often coaxed into with the promise of receiving your peace in there without being surrounded by the other sins whose personalities can be a bit exhausting for you at times. Whilst she keeps up the polite and kind facade around you her eyes are constantly observing you and note every twitch of your muscles when she makes some smalltalk with you whilst subtly attempting to understand you and the way your mind works better. Sometimes your gaze meets her for a short moment before you retreat to the place in your mind she has yet to understand and when this happens she wonders slightly amused if you perhaps have caught on to what she is doing yet have decided to ignore the topic in favor of avoiding a confrontation and continue your current lifestyle.

Derieri

🔶Whilst Derieri is a demon who has never really respected humans and feasts on the souls of your kind she will begrudgingly give you some respect after she has clashed with you on a battlefield. You are not just a puny human who she could easily squash under her feet, you have experience when it comes to fighting and possess abilities strong and respected enough to let you be a part of the sins despite only being a human. She keeps such thoughts to herself though as she would never want to admit that she holds secretly such respect for you. The both of you have most of your encounters whilst fighting each other since her kind is considered the enemy and she gets very aggressive when she sees you and instantly assaults you. Partially because she absolutely despises the way you make her feel and the nonchalant behavior you keep up even whilst fighting for your own life. Another part of her though can't contain the excitement pumping through her veins every time she sees you as she finds herself enjoying the thrill of clashing with you, her seven hearts beating wildly inside her body whenever your bodies get close to each other.

🔶The more her feelings grow the more aggressive she finds herself getting when fighting with you as her hatred as well as her excitement only get stronger as a result of her growing obsession. Derieri finds herself in desperate need to know what you really think of her kind and if you share the same thoughts as most other humans have about her own kind. She doesn't want to get her hopes up yet a part of her can't help but think that perhaps you will be different. After all you are quite different from other humans with a thought process that she can't even comprehend and it partially frustrates her about you. Having clashed with you multiple times during fights and having witnessed your strength with her own eyes though her frustration only continues to grow as she realises that you are truly not an easy person she could simply get her hands on. For a mere human you possess an annoying amount of strength that she may enjoy during fights yet that also means that she won't be able to just easily take you even if she desires to do so. Intentionally or not, everything about you seems to be something that she adores yet finds frustrating at the same time.

Melascula

🌫️​Melascula's experience is going to be even worse than Derieri's is and this demoness handles it even worse. Whilst Derieri will simply brood and lash out if someone mentions you Melascula needs no such direct trigger to have an outburst. She refuses to acknowledge you and respect you despite having seen your powers on display and doesn't want to accept the growing feelings she has whilst thinking about you. She would accept every other excuse that could help her to deny her growing feelings for you and in such frenzy attempts to convince herself and everyone around her that her feelings aren't real she turns into a conspiracy theorist. You bewitched her somehow and maybe Merlin helped you by putting a spell on her because her obsession for you can't be something that was born out of her own feelings she secretly harbors for you. She experienes constantly short and frenzied meltdowns as soon as something even vaguely reminds her of you to the point where the rest of the Ten Commandments starts to leave her alone as no one of them wants to be the next victim of her ridiculous rage.

🌫️​Everything you embody she tries to ridicule all in an attempt to deny her own feelings, in distraught hopes that her attraction may disappear if she were to just remind herself enough that no power you possess will change the fact that you belong to the weakest and most useless race on this planet. Her twisted feelings are always revealed though as soon as she's around you, her dark eyes observing you and her body language almost lecherous as fighting against you only fawns the inferno of obsession within her. She wants to be adored and worshipped by you yet your attitude which is only utterly disrespectful in her eyes only enrages her further. Just because you are a little bit more powerful than the normal human doesn't mean that you can just casually disrespect her! You just wait until she gets her hands on you sooner or later. She will properly educate you on how to treat a sublime woman like she is with the respect and the worship she deserves all whilst keeping you by her side like a human pet.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hi there! Can I request a Lancelot x reader? In Wallnack, reader goes out and it worries Lancelot since he can’t read their mind and they seemed depressed. Lancelot then finds out Reader is from far away outside Brittania and was brought by force, so they were just melancholic. Both end laughing it off. Thanks!

Fandom: Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Character(s): Lancelot

Warning(s): Short, Bit Of Angst,

Readers Gender: Gn

Lancelot was panicking as he couldn't read your thoughts and couldn't even feel your magical presence anywhere. He was just gonna go to your room just to talk as you seemed upset earlier but was confused on why you were not there.

It took him awhile but he found you as you were just alone in an alleyway. Lancelot told you how much he was worried and asked his question, "Are you okay?".

After a long silence you spoke up and told him why you are even here. You were brought here by force as your family was killed and you were taken here to Brittania to be sold but lucky for you some knights from Liones noticed you and rescued you.

You just explained to Lancelot that you just felt homesick as you missed your family. Lancelot said that he understands what it feels like to miss your family.

The two of you spend that night together still side by side. Lancelot may seem cold but he does care and that's why you are comfortable with sharing your feelings to him and Lancelot just feels happy that you trust him like that.

[freakoont]

❝𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼❞

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 / 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫

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In a forest full of fairies and wonder, it'd come to no surprise that a sense of happiness filled the air wherever the Fairy King had gone. Gloxinia was flying through the trees, allowing his majestic wings to flutter behind him, looking for many little fairies as they hid from him.

His favorite game to play, hide and seek; Especially as he'd come across so many that were terrible at keeping quiet! They'd either just giggle to themselves or speak to one another; telling each other 'Keepe quiet! He might hear us!'

"Caught you!" He'd speak as he would sneak up on them, giving them a sudden fright before putting their heads down at the idea of being found already.

"Aww man." "Boo!" "Hey lets go find the others!" They'd all speak in union before floating off.

The fairy king would cross his arms over his bare chest with a chuckle towards the fairies, watching as they'd fly off to play their own games. "Fairy king!!" Gloxinia was quick to turn to a few little pixies surrounding him with frightened and confused looks. "We felt something creeping around in the forest at the waterfall! It was a weird presence!!"

"Really?" He seemed to almost laugh it off and pat them all on the head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured before flying off through the forest. It couldn't be that bad, likely a demon. He can handle that.

Well, at the time he wasn't expecting to have met a fairy like them.

After some time, Gloxinia felt a suspicion creeping up his back. There wasn't a sign of anything strange lurking through the trees the longer he searched.

That's when he heard the smallest sounds of something moving towards the ground, walking slowly and bushes rustled. As soon as rushed to the area, it was just a fairy.

"What are you doing here?" Gloxinia asked confused but didn't get an answer from the certain fairy as they turned to him, their expression nothing he's seen before on a fairy. It was a poker face... They almost looked like they were shocked or confused by his sudden appearance. He didn't waste any time, "You haven't seen any demons or anything strange around here, right?"

"no," they spoke, their voice timid and almost on edge.

it felt like was a waste, Gloxinia didn't see anything odd going on, but there was something on his mind. This fairy, he's never seen before, didn't seem like they were much of a social person. He couldn't explain why, but they brought a sudden curiosity to him. "What's your name?" He asked, slowly levitating closer to the ground where they stood and sitting in the air with his wings fluttering behind him.

"(Y/N)." they spoke in a quiet voice.

"Well, I'm sure you already know who I am, Gloxinia, king of the fairies." He spoke, coming off with a light heartedness.

The fairy nodded their head, fiddling around with the edge of their clothes awkwardly before looking away, ".. well, I'm gonna go." They immediately turned to leave.

"How come?"

"I shouldn't be here."

Gloxinia seemed surprised by that answer, whatever did they mean? When he read their heart.. he read a sense of self guilt for being there.. All the fairies are welcomed in the forest. Before he could ask, he watched from behind, their wings made a quick and sudden flutter which made the buzzing sound similar to a bee. (Y/N)'s wings had a unique small shape, nothing he's seen before.. it was a little odd, their wings were much smaller than the average size. Often fairies, for their small size, had wings that were as large as them, this fairies wings didn't even stretch out to cover their back.

"That's a unique set of wings." He commented, pointing it out to them. They seemed to stop in their tracks, their back turned. They didn't answer at first; they didn't want to answer.

"..thanks."

"If it's fine to ask, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He levitated beside them, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he took a closer look at their face.

"..I'm walking through the forest..?" They seemed confused by his question.

"Why not just fly?"

(Y/N) seemed hurt by the question almost, looking down awkwardly as their wings made another buzzing sound of a bee for a slight moment. ".. I can't fly."

Gloxinia definitely wasn't expecting that for an answer, "what?"

"My wings are too weak to carry me no more than like three feet above the ground."

He thought about their words, pondering on it. "Is that why you're out here? By yourself?"

They were quiet, staring at the ground. "I'm an outcast compared to all those fairies. I mean, what's a fairy if they can't fly? They're just.." (Y/N) stopped their words, their hand, almost unconsciously, reached back as their fingers were touching the area where the wings sprout of their back.

Gloxinia thought about it for a moment, there didn't seem to be any sign of actual guilt or anger to signifying they were lying.. but when he read their hearts, there was sign of self hatred, insecurity and envy.. Actually, he felt a feeling of jealousy begin to grow as they stared at his own wings..

"how long have you been like this?"

"a few hundred years.. why?"

He didn't give a answer to your words, thinking for a moment. Although he couldn't help them with how they thought about the idea, but.. "why don't you join the other fairies and me? We're playing a few games."

He watched as their expression almost seemed surprised by the sudden invitation, "didn't you hear me..? I'm an outcast. I can't fly-"

"So?" He cut off their words, he had a almost disappointed look to how they were thinking but his expression still soft, tilting his head withal a little smile. "That doesn't stop you from joining in some fun." Their eyes lit up slowly, which made him smile. He watched as their eyes lit up slowly for a moment, which made him smile. It was like they suddenly got a spark of happiness, something they'd never expect.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, looking down at the ground almost pondering on what to do.

Gloxinia smiled faintly at the expression they made, that spark of happiness almost made him chuckle out loud. They seemed to be confused, and he couldn't blame them. He let them think in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

"do you think, I'll ever get the chance to feel like a real fairy?"

He laughed off their question for a moment, waving his hand in defense to show he didn't mean any offense as they looked surprised and almost offended by the way he responded.

"Well.. wings or not, you're still a fairy by blood which is enough in my book. Now, are you gonna take my hand to join me in a game of tag or I'm gonna have to drag you myself, little flower?" He spoke as he held his hand out in invitation to them again with a grin.

"so you gonna come with me or not?"

[lav-bee]

7DS x Reader Headcannons

Reactions to reader being stronger than them

Characters: Meliodas, Ban

💛- read as platonic

Meliodas

- omg 0-0

- He wouldn’t 100% believe it at first, some doubt for sure

- You’d have to beat him up and spill some blood to prove it

- Then he’d be like ‘Oh wow, alright then’

- He couldn’t even beat you in his demon form so he’s amazed

- Since he knows you can beat the crap out of him he tries not to get on your bad side

- Still likes to mess with you though

- Makes jokes that’ll earn him a punch in the face

Ban

- Didn’t believe you at all

- He’s ‘Undead Ban’ how could you possibly beat him?

- Lets you get the first punch and immediately regrets it

- There’s a part during the fight when he genuinely believes for a second you might actually kill him (you don’t, obviously)

- From then on he loves fighting you, thinks it’s exciting

- Will purposely make you mad in order to get a reaction out of you in hopes of a fight

- Will also make bets and horribly loose to you

[melinoelliones]

Happy birthday to the man himself, Mr Meliodas.

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

For the birthday boy I decided to throw you guys some birthday headcanons and a little drabble at the end, it’s very rushed but yeahhhh! ENJOY MELIODAS LOVERS!

• He defo isn’t one to want a huge gathering or anything, prefers to spend it with either just you or the sins too.

• Also isn’t good at accepting gifts nor is he easy to buy for, will usually pull the either the “You are all I need” line or “what does a guy need after 3000 birthdays”, which results in everyone in the room rolling their eyes in unison

• He adores you though so honestly he doesn’t feel as if he needs extra stuff

• When you surprise him he loves it though, mostly because he enjoys watching you get excited to show him what you’ve done to celebrate, whether that be a trip, gathering or gift

• As he blows out the candles to his cake Ban would make, he wishes for the same thing every year and it’s to be able to live out the rest of his life with you

• He is a birthday sex man, probably the thing he looks forward to from the morning

• Enjoys a drink or two on his birthday from his special collection, like breaking out the good Vanya ale

• Is stuck to you like glue the entire day, hand around your waist not wanting to let you out of his sights

• Half way through the night while everyones gathered around the tables probably playing some sort of game or reminiscing on the past he’d slip his hand onto your thigh

• Probably just lets it sit there, maybe attempts to play with you under the table teasing with you just a little to get a reaction out of you

• Everyone around is most likely aware of what he’s doing as its nothing new but as its his birthday they’d not bat an eye

• Meliodas would get you to the point where if anything you want him more than he had anticipated

• Then he’d make a quick exit with you holding his hand, running to the room you both share

• That would be the start to your long night ahead

“Do ya like it? I got it just for you” you asked, arms latched around the barmans neck, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. “Just for me? It looks perfect on you, and it's my favourite colour” he smirked, his hand trailing up your side before dropping it down into the lace of your underwear.

Every year on Meliodas’ birthday you would buy a piece of lingerie, just as a little extra gift as you always knew how your nights would end that day, even if it ended up on the floor most times.

“I almost don’t wanna rip it off ya but fuck you’re gorgeous” he grinned, placing soft kisses along your neck before sucking on each one, “do as you please, birthday boy” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he chuckled against your neck, his lips trailing along your chest, down your stomach and to your laced underwear, his hand slipping them off with ease.

“Shouldn’t I be spoiling you for your birthday?”, you asked, looking down at the man between your legs, it was his day, shouldn’t he get pampered?

“Being between your legs is being spoilt, it’s where I wanna be”, he laughed, grazing his hand along your thigh, the heat between them rising as he did “but trust me, we’ll get to the other stuff, we have the whole night” he winked.

The night had only just begun for the two of you, as for the party guests, they were in for one hell of evening, if they weren’t already passed out drunk like usual. Which was probably for the better.

[jinx-xxed]

Sick Days

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A/N; Sick fics are my absolute fav thing ever!! Also idc if they didn’t have showers just let me live in this lie, maybe they’d figure it out with magic or smth idk

Summary; Ban takes care of his overworking, sick partner.

Content; Reader is sick, pretty domestic and fluffy, Ban is very sweet, Ban plays doctor basically

Wc; 1.4k

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It’s late morning when you trudge down the stairs in the Boar Hat tavern, one hand holding the railing to keep yourself balanced. The day outside is gloomy, the normally bright blue sky now covered by dark gray clouds threatening rain. It matches how you’re feeling perfectly.

You’d woken up feeling like shit and as much as you’d wanted to turn over, pull the blanket over your head and ignore the day, you couldn’t. You have a mission to do with the rest of the Sins and you aren’t able to just miss it, even though your head is pounding. Your whole body feels strangely cold despite the fact you’re both a fire wizard and incredibly resistant to frigid temperatures, and all of your senses feel muffled. To top it all off, your nose is stuffy.

You find your place at one of the tables within the main room of the tavern, groaning slightly at the way your body aches any time you move. You don’t know why you were feeling like this and it’s pissing you off. You have a mission to go on, damn it, you weren’t going to let some sudden illness make you stay behind.

You barely register when food is set in front of you but you were still able to mumble a ‘thank you’ to whoever had brought it. You pick at the food and take only one or two bites, the meal putting a little warmth back into your body.

Your name is suddenly shouted loud enough to pierce through the cotton in your brain.

Your head snaps up—making the pounding in your head worse for a brief second—as your captain exclaims your name. It seems you’d been so lost in your muddled mind that you didn’t comprehend him trying to get your attention by saying your name five times. “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Meliodas asks, concern creasing the features on his face.

“I’m fine.” You say simply. Before you can react, the blond is pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. He shakes his hand when he retracts it like he got burned, a wince on his face.

“Jeez, you’re burning up.” He puts his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Well, I’m taking you out of this mission then. You’ll need to stay here.”

You stand, holding back your groan at the way your head throbs and limbs ache. “What?! I’m fine, I can go on the mission. I can’t just- I can’t stay here doing nothing.” You insist.

He looks at you with a raised brow. “I’m not letting you go on a mission like this one when you’re obviously sick, that would just be irresponsible. It’s best that you stay in the tavern and rest, alright?”

Everyone currently in the Boar Hat knows that wouldn’t happen though. Even if you’re sick, you would continue to work on whatever you could. No matter how you felt, you’d keep working. You see illness as an obstacle that you simply had to walk around and ignore, despite how bad it may be. However, if you did keep working, you would only get sicker.

Meliodas was clearly a little conflicted. He wanted his teammate to rest but he wasn’t sure if anyone else could stay behind-

“I’ll stay with her.”

Ban comes to stand beside you, putting an arm around your waist to keep you stable because you’re swaying on your feet. You don’t hesitate to lean against him.

Meliodas begins to protest, “Ban we’ll need you on this mission-“

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine without me. Besides, you want them to get better don’t you?” Ban asks with a dumb smirk on his face, knowing he’s won when the captain narrows his eyes slightly.

Meliodas sighs. “Fine, you two stay here then. Everyone else, let’s get going, we don’t want to be late.”

King and Gowther follow Meliodas out where Diane is waiting. Elizabeth goes to follow as well but she briefly pauses before you and Ban. “Sir Ban, please make sure they get better! All the medical supplies are in the bathroom upstairs.” She tells him.

“I got it, princess, don’t worry.” Ban reassures her. She nods and hurries to catch up to the rest of the group.

He then looks to you who’s leaning heavily against him now, looking half asleep where you were standing. You jolt back to full consciousness when you hear the door shut behind Elizabeth. “Alright you, why don’t you go upstairs and take a hot shower? I’ll get some soup ready.” He tells you gently.

“Mmkay.” You mumble before slowly heading upstairs.

You did as he said and got into the shower, the water scalding hot. It feels nice against your freezing body, the steam rising in the room also helping to clear your stuffy nose. You stay in there for a long while.

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Ban understood the fact that you were probably taking a pretty long shower, as you usually would if you’re sick, but eventually it became so long that it was almost concerning. Surely the hot water would’ve run out by now?

The soup was done so he decided to go and investigate. He heads upstairs and doesn’t hear the shower running and upon further investigation, he finds the bathroom empty. He calls your name, voice echoing down the empty hallway. He doesn’t get any kind of response. Maybe you’d fallen asleep?

He goes to the ladder attached to the attic where your room is. The trapdoor leading into the attic is open so he peeks inside, looking for his sickly comrade. He finds you in the right corner of the room closest to the door where a desk is tucked against the wall. As he pulls himself up fully into the room, he sees the papers scattered on your desk that you were attempting to read over and work on.

“Seriously?” He demands, his annoyance evident in his tone.

You jump at his voice, looking over to him. “What? These papers have to get done-“

“For fuck’s sake, you’re sick.” He goes over and lifts you out of your chair by your underarms. You let out a sound of protest but don’t fight him as he sets you down on the floor. “The damn papers can get done when you’re better. The reason you’re probably sick in the first place is because you overwork yourself, you know.”

“I’m just doing my job.” You insist.

“Well, your job can be put on hold for a little while. Now go downstairs, there’s food waiting.” He orders. You sigh but listen to him, then descending the ladder. He follows shortly after and shuts the door behind him.

You sit at one of the tables and a bowl of the soup he’d made is put in front of you, steam rising from its surface. You take your first bite, the warmth spreading throughout your body. It’s delicious. It has plenty of ingredients that make the soup full of flavor but still make it perfectly nutritious for your sick self.

“Do you like it?” Ban asks as you begin eating more of the soup. He sits next to you at the table, also giving you a glass of water.

You nod, swallowing another bite before speaking. “Yes, it’s really good. As expected of something made by you.”

He smiles at the praise, resting his cheek on his hand. “I’m glad.”

You finish the bowl of soup relatively quickly and then get seconds before you’re satisfied. Now after taking a hot shower and having the warm soup in your stomach, you’re feeling incredibly tired. Ban can tell by the way your head dips a little. He stands with a small smile, “ready to go to bed?”

“Mhm.” You respond.

He lifts you off your seat with ease, holding you bridal style. You nuzzle into his chest, eyes closing as you’re carried upstairs. He brings you into his room; that way it’ll be easier to keep an eye on you and get to you if you need anything.

He lays you gently in his bed, pulling the sheets over you with an extra blanket added on. “Do you want the cold towel for your head?” He asks softly. You nod.

He quickly goes and gets the towel which was lightly dampened and then frozen. It’s folded so it can easily fit against your forehead. A small rumble escapes from your throat in thanks as the cooling sensation brings some relief to your headache.

He’d closed the curtains beforehand and turned off the light so it was a dark as possible in the room. He kisses your cheek and brushes hair off your forehead. “Sleep well.” He murmurs before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You curl up under the covers, perfectly content in their comfort, and let sleep finally take over.

[cherrydropsgalore]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐒 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀���𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 ||

❝ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 stealing Meliodas' heart when he visits your kingdom and bringing it with you when you have to leave. ❞

As the sole princess of your kingdom, it was your responsibility to oversee the kingdom and ensure all was well. One of these duties was spectating any major trades you made as a kingdom to make sure no loopholes or tricks were made. A few weeks ago, your father communicated with the kingdom Danafor, per your request, for one of these trades--you would give them fabrics in exchange for weapons.

By pure luck, Meliodas was sent as a trusted Holy Knight who would watch over the trade just like you were.

Your kingdom made a big stink when Danafor's Holy Knights arrived. Because of their tendency to be attacked, Danafor's reputation was relatively low compared to their surrounding kingdoms. No one wanted to be associated with them for fear they would be raided, too.

However, their complaints stopped when you arrived. You were highly respected among your people--not just as the princess, but as a person. You never hesitated when it came to protecting your people and always made sure everyone was in good health. Normally, they could never go against you so openly as to disrespect your choices... However, this wasn't like your usual orders. But going against you could be treason, so they would never be so open about their opinions.

Meliodas had immediately taken a liking to you. You were so kind and respectful during the transaction despite their reputation. He made casual conversation with you while the others argued over what was fair and he found himself entranced by you.

Many spoke of your beauty and kindness. It wasn't rare for him to hear about how much they would love to live their life with you by their side, but it wasn't until now that Meliodas truly understood what they were saying.

He finally understood those who said every angle was your best one, those who said you had the kindest eyes that could tame anyone--but most importantly, he saw how merciful and understanding you were. To him, those were the most important qualities someone could have

So, like any enamored man would, he delayed the trade's end as much as possible just so he could keep talking to you. The casual conversation turned into playful banter, which led to hushed promises to see each other again.

"You're interesting, Meliodas," you'd tell him, prompting him to push himself closer to you. "I don't think I've met anyone who could treat me so casually. Thank you."

In no time at all, he was thinking about you like you were the sun itself. You prioritized everything, whether you meant to or not. He was a starving man and you were his feast.

You would often sneak out to see him. The two of you would go into the forest with nothing but your clothes and frolic around until sundown.

You would bond with each other in mind, body, and soul with no traces of regret. You were his soulmate, after all. He couldn't hold any guilt for loving someone who was made so perfectly for him.

But alas, you were human and he was a demon. Your life span was astute compared to his and he had to say goodbye.

Now all he could do was look back on your memories and hope you were at peace.

(𝐀/𝐍): Oops oops oops I broke his heart again

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Fairy King Harlequin - Touch Starved Gn Reader

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Here ya go, @thatsimp21! Sorry for the wait, Tumblr imploded on itself again for like the 8th time in a row, so your ask is super late. You've been forgiven, my child. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🌻 Truthfully, I think Harlequin's reactions would vary depending on which race you are and at what point at time you met him. But, I don't have the time nor the desire to go that in depth for this because that wasn't what you asked for. So let's just say that you're a human and this is shortly after the whole Hendrickson gray demon blood thing.

🌻 I honestly think that the poor guy is super touch starved as well, so he'll definitely have a lot of trouble tackling how to go about giving physical affection. How the both of you ended up being physically affectionate was likely through the interference of Ban or Meliodas because they were tired of watching him and you tiptoe around each other.

🌻 I don't think he would mind too much if you stuck yourself to him after that. In fact; he really enjoys it and he'll happily let you lay down on Chastiefol so he can take you with him (almost) everywhere if you don't want to be alone.

🌻 Do expect to be made fun of by Ban fairly often and occasionally Meliodas. The fox sin is quite the little shit and might just snatch you up and away from the fairy king's hold just to fuck with him. So yeah, be prepared for that.

🌻 All in all, I think Harlequin would love a touch starved reader just the same as he'd love any other. ~♡

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[bunji-enthusiast]

Some Ban x Reader?

Namely, chubby reader with some body worship from Ban. He fucking loves your folds, your plumpness, that sweet little ass, and those thighs. You could sit on his face with it right between his thighs and he would die a happy man if he was actually able to die.

All those little things are reminders that you look and act the part of being human, while he feels he’s just a sham. He called himself Ban the Undead for a reason.

One day, he decides to buy you a pretty set of lingerie. To make you feel as pretty as he thinks you are.

You can always rely on this man for such an occasion 👌

Greedy Bastard — Ban The Undead

• Sypnosis || He decides to take it upon himself to indulge in much needed body-worship, he can’t help it!

• content || sexual themes, ban being ban, rushed ending (apologies, I couldn't think of anything better my dear).

The crooning chirps of the morning rose to an alarm that he didn’t want much for, butchering his night of sleep he had lovingly spent against your plush body. Even squeezing your adorable little ass, Ban without a doubt is sincerely reminded of what a wonderful little partner he has.

To be frank, he is quite jealous of your very, sexy curves. Like time could pass without warning if he indulged in them for far too long.

If his cause of death was namely because of you, you’d make Ban the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

Thigh-squeezing or none.

“Babe,” Ban drawled, his cheeks reddening as he burrowed his face in the folds of your stomach. “You look so fuckin’ pretty, Y’know?”

He hooked his arms beneath the arch of your back, eliciting a yelp from you at the sensation. “Ban…” You creaked your neck to peer at the foxy creature, he was still very much a man. It was a times those fangs of his and those darling red eyes had reminded you far too much of a fox. It was a fitting thought he is after all the Fox Sin of Greed.

The man hums, sharp eyes peering at you from the folds of your skin. For a moment, he blinks, as if he was waiting for you to say something.

“You are a perverted man.” You say blankly, dumbly trying to suppress the way he made you feel right now.

Ban laughs, as if was his usual singsong tone, he doesn’t answer you — but his hands did.

You yelped, gripping the bedsheets which had provided you with comfort thus far. Feeling large hands crawl between the plush of your thighs, parting your legs which revealed a very mischievous expression of the ill-mannered thief who appears to take great pleasure in your current position. “C’mon, lemme eat you out~” He smiles, the fang of his teeth poking out.

Your lips turned, trying to close up your legs again as you weren’t prepared for such a display of affection. If that is what you can call it, you weren’t sure, it felt like because of him your mind was being turned to mushed.

Ban’s hands now held a firmer grip, keeping your legs pryed open.

“We haven’t even—“ You cut yourself off, knowing that the man was serious. He was a bit of a greedy man, but you just never stopped being surprised at what lengths his greed goes to.

His face softens for a moment, one hand stilling over the fat flesh of your stomach. “Hey I can save that part for last, hmm?” Ban murmurs, leaving your thighs out of both his hands. You unseeingly flinched at the loss of the warmth, but it was quickly apparent that it was replaced by the fact he is now focused on trailing his way up to your face. Bit, by excruciating bit.

Ban sure seemed to take his sweet ass time every single time he pulls this, you squirmed as you sat up, trying to gain elevation over him. He stills at your movements, a disapproving look on his face. Your face heats up at the sudden silence, bucking your hips to gain some friction and warmth. His hands stills on your hips as he leans closer to your face, his lips are against yours already, greedy yet inviting.

His hand cants your jaw, tipping it as he gains entrance into your mouth. Ban lets out a low moan as your hand jolts against his arms, digging into his skin as you found purchase. You could almost feel a rumble omit from his throat, sultry and satisfied at how well this was going as of right now. His other hand keeps steady on the mattress below you, taking his sweet time in prolonging the kiss.

You weren't sure how long you could hold it for, pushing back against him as you breathed for oxygen to enter your lungs once again. "What I said about being perverted," You sat up, your hands pushing against his bare chest, "You are far more greedy."

Ban smiles at your statement, happy to see you were more awake and moving. "I am a thief y'know?" He mentions, you shake your head, sighing at being reminded of the fact. Ban simply will never stop reminding you of this very fact, he often times more then not will steal things he finds bothersome to actually pay for - which has resulted in you scolding him (if you figured out he stole something) multiple times.

The shifting in the bed had pulled you out of your stupor, seeing Ban had finally gotten up. You heaved a heavy sigh of relief, 'I won't have to deal with his loving this morning'.

You finally found the strength to get up from the bed yourself, but only a few steps in you were stopped by a large hand holding you in your spot. "I wasn't done yet, come on." He chuckled, his face holding a very familiar expression. You huff, crossing your arms as you covered yourself.

"Ban, whatever you are planning. I swear to god-"

He interjects, "It's good, okay babe? Not bad."

Ban smiles, eyes closed and all, one hand pulling you back to the bed. You complied, letting out another annoyed huff as you sat back down at the edge of the bed. Your brow raised as you see his other hand behind his back, "What do you have there?" You ask, and he almost appeared to have stiffened.

"Something' to help you." Now you still, you hands coming to rest in alignment with your position. The way he had worded his sentence had you questioning what he had behind his back, Ban slowly pulled out the item in question.

Pretty red lingerie, from top to bottom it was fresh, new and good quality. Your face burns, bringing up your hands as you covered your eyes from the sight. "You know I won't be able to fit in that!" Hands not belonging to you immediately pries apart your cover, Ban just waves the set of lingerie infront of your face. "Just give it a try, alright?" He says, "You can take it off after, if ya don't like it."

Silence ensues.

After a few more minutes of thinking, you relented with an agreeable sigh. Snatching the set of pretty lingerie from him, "I hate you so much, you know I'm not gonna look good in this."

Ban sighs, taking your chin in his hand as his voice takes a low tone, "Now I know I just didn't hear my pretty girl say that about herself." You flinch, your own hand gripping onto his wrist as you blushed, dumbly blinking at the sudden change in the atmosphere. You certainly didn't expect this much praise from him, not this man, he was far more favored by the gods instead of you. Why would he get this pissed over a comment you made about yourself? You had no idea.

"Try again." He says with a firm squeeze on the skin of your cheeks.

“I want my girl to know how hot n’ pretty she is.”