#have another soft sleepy headcanon before I go to bed I guess

[casdeans-pie]

Every Thursday Cas finds a way to sneak a special angel feather into one of Dean's pockets - so he gets a tiny bit of extra good luck

The feather fades away after 24 hours and it actually uses a lot of Cas's energy to pluck it and hide it on Dean every week, but he likes to feel useful. he likes to feel like he's able to watch over Dean and protect him and help him. even just a little bit. even in just the small way he can as the Angel Of Thursday

[miruac]

dating kozume kenma headcanons - part 2

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warnings: not proofread, movie and timeskip spoilers, very self indulgent

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH I LOVE MY INTROVERTED GAMER BABY | word vomit. this is just pure word vomit.

during nationals when they were away, kenma always texted you before and after a game(kinda shocking since he's dry asl)

he would be a little clingy, especially when he was sleepy since he had no filter then

but he literally like slept so late there...(THAT ONE SCENE OF HIM WAKING UP WITH BEDHEAD <3)

before their match with karasuno, he sent you a gif of a happy dancing cat(it was him trying to convey emotion)

after the match, he sent you a text that read 'i guess i'm coming home'

which made you happy he was coming back, but also sad that they lost

right when they got back home, you went over to his house to give him some congratulatory apple pie and cuddles

obviously he got a fever and was literally bedridden for a couple of days, so you had to wait a little while before seeing the poor boy

but when you did, he was still a little sick so he just clung onto you(

when he's sleepy, i headcanon he likes his hair to be played with and when you do it he just falls asleep

timeskip to the future, and its been like what, 7 years? you've moved in with him into his house, and it's pretty casual at this point

he always comes to bed late since he stays up on stream, and he ends up waking up so late

but before you go to bed, he's almost always taking a break from his stream to kiss you goodnight

sometimes if you're feeling clingy AND sleepy, he'll let you sit on his lap and sleep there while he's on stream

guys everyone writes kenma as if he's someone who's lazy as hell, and cant cook

BUT NOT ME!!! i know kenma can cook because he isn't that self-negligent, like if he moved out by himself then surely he knows how to somewhat provide for himself

he doesn't cook much because he doesn't like how much effort it takes, but when he cooks its kinda fire

you guys alternate, but its usually you cooking

i know he doesn't eat much canonly but loves seeing you in the kitchen its so domestic

when you catch him staring his lil bitch ass smirks at you and is like 'you look good in my kitchen.'

EPHASIS ON "MY KITCHEN" LIKE AODJSAOLDJASJDL

guys stop he's so cute when hes posessive

SPEAKING OF POSESSIVENESS OMG

ok now kenma's posessiveness varies from day to day

if he sees another guy with you, he doesn't rage immediately but when he sees them holding you in a way how he does? that's when he slides between you guys and takes you back

but also sometimes when you're about to go out in revealing clothes, he gets all pouty and clingy

he doesn't let go of you and looks up you with such pleading eyes(im so weak. im so weak for him omg)

guys he ALWAYS goes to pick you up himself

most likely he's going to bed by the time youre done, he can spare a couple minutes getting you

and plus i know he may not act like it, but your safety is like one of his top priorities

especially since you're the partner of a famous streamer, he does his best to make you comfortable

whether that's having you sit out of frame when he's on stream, or keeping you hidden

the media's really mean, and he'd do anything to prevent you from seeing or witnessing something hurtful just because you're dating him

he takes all the necessary precautions he knows of, and always tries to keep your identity anonymous

but when you felt comfortable enough, you slowly started to creep into his streams

at first it would just be a hand popping into frame, to you literally napping on his lap while he streamed

he told his fans that he was taken before and they thought he was lying, but since they've seen you they're amazed that he actually pulled

overall, his audience loves you and they literally see how kenma lights up when he looks at you

like his eyes are so soft and glassy and hazed with love(im gonna cry. why isn't he real. please i want him so bad)

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2nd a/n: guys this is literally not proofread this is such shit work like im not even processing these thoughts in my brain IM LITERALLY JUST WORD VOMITTING RN ok im done thank you for listening to my ted talk GOODNIGHT

[justatasteofyourpoison]

That’s Show Business!

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 9

Ok so probably a lazy headcanon for Alastor and Vox’s past but I find it fitting and just wanted to write it! Enjoy. :)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual themes, swearing, fighting (verbal), not the best grammar.

Word count: 2.5K

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Your Buck was still sound asleep when you awoke, his gangly arm lolling over you heavily as he snored into the pillow. You delicately eased yourself out from under him, trying to not make a sound as you stood slowly up and grabbed his dressing down. You draped it over yourself loosely, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the Demon embedded in it before making your way over to the balcony. You peered over at the city, it was only just morning but screams and sirens could already be heard, debauchery never slept in hell… You turned back to look at the Alastor. You’d never seen him so tired, but it had been a long and lively season so you’d guessed it had finally caught up with him… “Best to let worn out Bucks lie I guess” you mused as you fastened the dressing gown properly around you and headed out of the door.

As you reached the lobby Angel and Husker were in their usual spot at the bar, chatting over a morning cup of coffee.

“Oh so it’s not enough for you to scream about him last night, now you’re wearing his fucking clothes?” Husk scoffed gesturing towards the “A” embroided on the silky burgundy dressing gown that adorned you.

“Oh fuck up Husker!” You laughed. “You’re just jealous you weren’t screaming Angel’s name last night!”

Husker’s eyes widened as he spat out his mouthful of coffee, Angel looked at the flustered cat and smiled wickedly.

“Angel prefers someone that can swallow Husker!” You exclaimed brazenly as you headed towards the kitchen.

“Cheeky fucking bitch…” you heard Husker scowl behind you while Angel laughed hysterically.

You carefully picked up Alastor’s mug from the drying rack “oh deer indeed” you sighed as you read the curly black text printed on it. You then searched the pile for your mug and eventually the red text was visible “Hell Before Decaf” it read. “Ain’t that the truth!” You laughed heading over to the coffee pot. Husker always made the best coffee, it was strong just how he liked his alcoholic beverages. I mean, he probably needed it that way to wake up in the morning… You finished the coffees off with a good stir and exited the kitchen.

“Hey no rough noisy morning sex little deer!” Husker laughed.

“Yeah!” Angel chimed in - “stop making us all jealous!”

You laughed as you climbed the stairs. “No promises boys!”

You carefully placed Alastor’s coffee on the table next to him, he still hadn’t moved an inch. You took a seat next to him in the sprawling bed and looked down adoringly at the sleeping Demon. “I guess the rut is pretty much over” you thought to yourself. It had been over three months since your first fateful encounter. You wondered how things would be going forward… But you still needed to know what happened in Alastor and Vox’s past. Vox was still around and absolutely despised Alastor with every part of his fibre optic being. So what would Vox think of you? The Radio Demon’s little Doe? You suddenly felt uneasy, Alastor and Vox were powerful overlords whereas you were just another helpless sinner. Would Vox have it out for you too…?

Alastor suddenly stirred, his large heavy eyelids slowly opening to reveal his blood red eyes peering at you through his sleepy haze. “Good morning Mon Cheri” he yawned, no static to be heard in his voice - as if his body was still booting up.

“Good morning Alastor” you said leaning down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

The Demon sat up groggily, his chest hair all disheveled from laying face down for hours on end. He reached his arms above his head and pushed out his chest groaning as he stretched himself. “Ah that’s better!” He said merrily, the static in his voice returning.

“You made coffee? What a sweetheart! Thank you.” He chimed hastily grabbing the mug and taking a large sip.

“You’re welcome Alastor” you said warmly, drinking up the sight of him.

As the caffeine hit the Demon’s bloodstream an anguished look appeared on his face. “I was meant to tell you about Vox last night wasn’t I?”

“It’s fine, you were tired. It’s nice to see you sleep, you don’t do enough of it!” You chuckled.

“Ha, no the Sandman doesn’t visit much during rutting season…” His eyes suddenly avoiding your gaze. “I think it’s pretty much over now.” He said quietly. “I haven’t slept like that in months and I feel a lot more serene… Well for me!” He laughed. You couldn’t help feel the nerves stir in your stomach at his words. He told you he wouldn’t lose interest, but could he promise that?

“But you still look as ravishing to me as ever my Deer” he said grasping your chin and pulling you in for a hard kiss. Your stomach did summersaults.

He released you and propped himself up against the headboard. “I guess I should finish off where I left off…” Alastor began.

“I can’t call myself a very good broadcaster if I leave my audience in suspense for so long can I?” He tutted. “Are you happy for me to start this story Y/N? I did leave quite a chunk of my history out…” The Demon said clearing his throat. “Only if you want to Alastor, it’s still early” you said softly.

“A good a time as any, I certainly haven’t got anywhere to be.” He began, his eyes looking as if they were trailing back to the past. “Believe it or not, Vox and I used to be great friends…”

“Of course I told you I worked in a little bar, scrounging together a living before I became the being you see today. One evening I was opening up when my boss comes in, he had hired a new barman as our previous one had an unfortunate encounter in Cannibal Town…. There he stood - Vox. Nothing like the Demon you see today. His head was clunky and old fashioned, his sense of style could only be described as questionable… And unlike today’s Vox, there wasn’t an air of arrogance about him, he was just another unfortunate soul who was trying to find their way in Hell.”

“I spent weeks working every single shift alongside him and showing him everything I knew. His confidence soon bloomed and he was a hit with the patrons, there was always some theatrics in the way he made cocktails and waited tables. After closing time we would often sit and drink whisky and talk into the early hours about our hopes and dreams. I had a penchant for radio and he for television. He had dreams of being the biggest TV producer and presenter in Hell. Whenever Vox wasn’t at work he would be at the local drama club or trying out at auditions. All he ever wanted was his fifteen minutes of fame to prove himself... It was nice having someone who believed in me, and I know he felt the same. Supportive souls are few and far between in this wretched place…”

“One evening I am opening up the bar and Vox is late. He eventually rushes in, talking a million miles an hour, excited as anything. One of his ideas for a show had been accepted by 666 Broadcasting. A talk show it was, it was a simple format - in each episode they would interview everyday Joes, how they died what they do now, etc. I was elated for him. My radio shows weren’t getting much attention but I was happy that my friend was finally getting somewhere. He asked me if I would be a guest on one of his shows. I was reluctant, because I’d never been on, or wanted to be on television. But I wanted to help my friend out so I accepted to be on his 4th or 5th show. I wanted to let him settle into the limelight before I was subjected to it.”

“I still remember how dazzling the stage lights were, I felt like a deer in headlights! Excuse the pun! I was a nervous wreck when the cameras started rolling, and it showed. I was always so confident speaking on the radio, but being subjected to the camera reduced me to rubble…”

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Vox grinned charmingly at the camera.

“Good evening sinners! Tonight we have a very special guest, you may know him from his little radio show! Well about three of you might!” The audience laughed.

“It’s Alastor!” He said pointing enthusiastically to the Radio Demon.

“Good evening… Vox” Alastor stammered.

“So Alastor, let’s hear your story. How did you wind up down here?” He said leaning in to listen intently. Alastor gave his story, pausing for agonising lengths of time as he struggled to connect his thoughts.

“Wow that is interesting Bambi!” Vox sneered. “You did all that while alive and now you’re in hell you just sling pints and host a failing radio show? How does that feel?” The audience were lapping up every word and began to laugh loudly. It wasn’t the first time Vox had mocked Alastor that night.

As Alastor looked round at the jeering audience something in him snapped. His so-called friend was blatantly disrespecting him just for clout.

“The last time I checked Vox, you were next to me slinging pints too… Badly, might I add. It’s probably why your tip jar is filled with nothing but dust.” Alastor spat. “Ooooh!” The audience exclaimed in unison.

Vox laughed at the unexpected backlash. “Well must be because you were an awful teacher! Not a surprise when you spend so much time in that radio studio alone. Need to stop being such and loner and improve your people skills Alastor!” He grinned.

“Well at least I built myself up by myself” the Radio Demon’s eyes glowed bright deviously. “Who did you have to suck off to get this gig? A whole boardroom of executives? I know you’ll do whatever it takes for fame Vox, but c’mon! Look at this tacky studio set, you got a bum deal my friend. Literally…” Alastor exclaimed smuggly.

The audience roared with laughter.

Vox face turned black as thunder. “We’re gonna take a brief intermission now, come back in three to meet our next guest!” He shouted confidently trying to redeem himself. The cameras stopped rolling and Vox shot up, grabbing Alastor by the shoulder before violently dragging him back stage.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Vox roared, sparks erupting from his mouth.

“So you can give it but can’t take it, eh Vox?” Alastor spat. “If I knew you just wanted me on here to be your little punching bag I wouldn’t have bothered!”

“It’s show business Alastor! The host always gets the last laugh! Not that you would know anything about that…” Vox said rolling his eyes flippantly.

“Y’know what?” Alastor shouted ripping his microphone from his collar and throwing it to the ground forcefully. “Fuck you Vox! After all I’ve done for you? All I’ve ever done is support you and your dream and as soon as you get a taste of it you just sit there and fucking belittle mine! I’m done. Good luck with your endeavour!”

“Back at you! I will make sure you never amount to anything Alastor! You thought living was bad? Enjoy your afterlife in hell with me bitch!” the Television Demon cackled loudly as electricity began to sizzle loudly in the wires around him.

Alastor turned his back on his old friend and stormed out of the stage door. Vox straightened his bow tie, put on a wide smile and returned to his set…

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“A few nights later, after coming home from a late shift I came back to find my radio studio completely trashed. All my equipment was destroyed and every single one of my vinyls was broken into dozens of pieces. Years of searching and collecting reduced to nothing… RADIO IS DEAD CUNT was scrawled in red paint all over the walls. Vox obviously wanted revenge for my disobedience on his show. I belittled his abilities as a showman so he decided to have revenge. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of retaliation, so I decided to focus on building my own empire and making sure I was ready incase he wanted to take things further…”

“Despite our on-screen scuffle Vox was a hit and went on to become the biggest TV broadcaster in hell. He used the power and influence which came with being a star to gather up souls and become a powerful Overlord. And as I told you, I counteracted by gathering souls too, mainly while rutting, to increase my power and to ensure I was ready for him at any moment. We’ve had a few turf wars in recent years, but they always ended up in stalemate. However, I know that he wants this hotel more than anything…”

“Why would he want this place?” You questioned looking round at the tired walls, with cracks snaking from almost every corner.

“This place belongs to the Princess of Hell, if he can take this place he proves that he is one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell and would have ultimate control. My studio is here too and of course he would do anything to put an end to my broadcasts for good as he failed to so many years ago. Vox will never rest until he has destroyed everything and anything connected to me. I bruised his ego and for some reason he will never let it go…” Alastor sighed.

“But not too worry my Dear! He will never be victorious!” He said clenching his hands into a fist and smiling wickedly.

You couldn’t really believe that Alastor and Vox became enemies over something that seemed quite trivial in the grand scheme of things. They had a fight and fucked each other’s shit up, was it really worth trying to kill each other over? However, they were both incredibly proud beings so it did make sense in a way. The male ego is a fragile thing…

“But what’s the endgame here?” you asked. “Keep trying to kill each other until someone eventually falls?”

“Haha, as crude as that sounds - yes! All I want to do now is to put things to bed and not have to live with Vox turning up unannounced trying kill me every so often. It gets very tiresome.” He sighed shaking his head. “And of course I don’t want him harming you…” He shot a concerned look at you. “But I know how to take him down.” He began…

“How Alastor?” you asked, a foreboding feeling creeping into your very core.

“I need your help my Doe…”

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[sacredsnape]

I love your writing. ❤️❤️

Some romantic headcanons/one shot/whatever: Sev and her have 2 kids and another on the way. And he buy a big manor near London as surprise and thanks to their family for giving him maening to his life.

Thanks darling 💖

thank you for loving my writing, it really means a lot to me c:

summary: snape has had a very tough life but you've made up for it, giving him so much joy, love, and the family he's always wanted, and he finds the ultimate way to repay you.

snape lives!au, post battle of hogwarts

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of a near death experience

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you've nearly lost snape plenty of times over the years - whether it was from him having his life threatened by other death eaters, or barely surviving nagini's venom during the battle of hogwarts - you've learned to hold snape closer than ever to your heart.

when you had first heard about him nearly dying during the battle, you completely broke, stunned that you had come so close to losing the man you loved.

what made you even more emotional was that you were carrying yours and snape's first child at the time, and it broke you to think that your child could've possibly grown up without a father.

snape ultimately survived yet he was plagued by survivor's guilt and paranoia, which you helped him through. to snape, you were like a lifesaver, and you helped keep him sane as he healed both mentally and physically.

today, you and snape had two children - daughters ages two and three. your third child, another girl, would be arriving in just a few weeks and snape was so excited that it was all he could talk about these days.

"i think we should continue with the theme of nature related names," snape told you one night as you and him laid in bed, his warm hands soothingly rubbing your baby bump. "we already have juniper and aspen ...how about daisy? daisy would be cute."

"daisy sounds lovely," you agreed with a smile. "let me guess, you're going to buy her her own little cloak so she can match with you, like how you did with juniper and aspen."

"obviously," snape chuckled, gasping when he suddenly felt your babygirl kick. "i'm going to assume that her kick means that she's eager to match with her daddy."

he then yawned, cuddling closer you. snape often found himself getting really sleepy around you, especially out of nowhere. he once heard that it was because his inner child felt safe around you, which he strongly believed to be the case.

"sleep, my prince," you whispered to snape as you stroked his beautiful, thick hair. "you had a long day today."

snape sleepily mumbled something in response that you couldn't quite catch, slowly pressing a kiss to your neck before sighing happily.

you kept carding your fingers through his hair until you fell asleep yourself, having wonderful dreams full of snape.

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you woke up the next morning to find the bed empty.

confused, you got out of bed, wondering where snape could've gone. you glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was a quarter to seven; the kids would be getting up any minute now.

just like you predicted, you heard the soft patter of your daughters' footsteps trekking down the hallway. you smiled and joined them in the hallway, grabbing both of their hands and taking them to the bathroom so you all could get ready for the day.

you heard the front door close and poked your head out of the bathroom, seeing snape walking inside the house with a big smile on his face.

"where were you?" you asked your husband as he walked over to you and the girls, who instantly left your side to go greet him.

snape grinned down at them and scooped them up into his arms, kissing their foreheads before replying, "somewhere. it's um...a surprise. you and the girls should get something to eat to go."

you raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged, nodding. snape wasn't usually one to plan surprises, so you were curious to see what he had in store.

snape didn't eat anything until you convinced him to; he was too excited to eat much, so he just had some toast and an apple.

you, snape, and the girls traveled using a ministry registered vehicle. neither you or snape wanted the girls to travel using the floo network or a portkey until they were older, and it was lucky that you and snape both knew how to drive.

"it's not far from here," snape told you as he helped you buckle juniper and aspen into their car seats, kissing their foreheads again.

you kissed their foreheads as well before getting into the passenger's seat, which snape had enchanted to be extra roomy for your baby bump.

"can i have a hint as to where we're going?" you hopefully asked snape as he started the engine.

"nope," snape bluntly said, causing you to frown. he then smiled at you and said, "it's worth waiting for."

"it better be," you teased him as snape pulled out of the driveway. he side eyed you and then laughed, glancing at the rear view mirror, seeing that juniper and aspen were busy playing with their mini broomsticks and making them zoom around the backseat.

snape was right; it wasn't too far at all. about a few minutes before you arrived, snape told you and the girls to close your eyes. of course, juniper and aspen started asking a dozen questions about why they had to close their eyes, but they did it anyways.

you felt the car come to a halt and heard fhe car doors open, feeling snape grab your hands and get you outside before he did the same with juniper and aspen.

snape carefully walked you and the girls down the path leading to your new home, smiling widely as he positioned the three of you in front of it.

"okay, you can open your eyes now," snape happily said, and you opened your eyes to reveal an elegant manor standing before you.

juniper and aspen immediately made a beeline for the swing set sitting in the front garden, giggling with joy.

"sev," you softly said, reaching for his hands and holding, feeling tears gathering in your eyes. "when did you buy this?"

"last month," he excitedly told you. "i left early this morning to come and double check that everything was ready."

"sev," you said again, too amazed to say anything more. you tightly hugged him, smiling into his neck.

"it's my way of thanking you and the girls for making me so happy and giving me a reason to keep going," he said to you, causing you to pull back from his neck.

"oh gosh, i love you so much," you grinned, dabbing your eyes with your sleeve. "i can't wait to raise our family here."

snape kissed your forehead several times and nodded in agreement, resting his chin on the top of your head as he happily watched juniper and aspen play before you and him joined them.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

What do you think everyone’s favourite animal is?

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Hmm I've never really thought about it before, but let's have a go. Bear in mind none of this is based on facts or evidence, just my dumb brain😅

Merlin likes birds, and maybe that's ironic, but I feel like he's one of those people that birds just... land on; they're not scared of him at all. Robins, pigeons, crows, bigger things like ravens and hawks, they all just love him. And he loves them, maybe because he envies them a little bit? Everyone wants to know what it's like to fly, and birds just... do it, it's all they do. Once everything has settled and he goes out on dragon rides, with other people or not, he always makes Kilgharrah/Aithusa just glide around among the flocks of birds and it's his de-stress activity.

Arthur is a horse girl. No I will not elaborate.

I'm just kidding, of course I'll elaborate. He has a huge amount of respect for the horses he rides, he knows how hard they work, how brave they are, how hard it is to train them. He finds looking after them soothing, and he knows that if you respect a horse and treat it well, it will serve you well in return.

Gwaine came across river otters in his travels, and he never stops talking about how they're the coolest and cutest things he's ever seen (kinda like Merlin). Gwen sewed him an otter soft-toy she copied out of a book one year for his birthday and he almost cried. He just thinks they're neat.

I'm inclined to say that Percival is also a horse girl buuuuut. Man likes rats. He's a rat man. Or just rodents in general I guess, anytime the kitchens have a problem with mice they call Sir Percival in and he catches them and cleans them up and feeds them for a few days before taking them out into the meadows beyond the city walls to release them. It's always an emotional affair.

Leon is a dog person through and through!! Like birds are heavily pulled to Merlin, dogs are all over Leon. Maybe it's the shaggy hair, maybe it's the fact that he's basically a golden retriever in human form, but any and all dogs the gang come across IMMEDIATELY pull their owners over to play with Leon and the guy LOVES it. He looks after the hunting dogs even though he doesn’t have to, and the gang scrape together to get him a puppy one Christmas (they call it something stupid like Camelot, or Honour. Gwaine tries to call it Arthur the First (and better) but Lancelot said no) and he sobs.

Elyan likes snaaaaaakes. When travelling, he never stayed in one place too long except over winter, when he'd set up a temporary little forge in whatever village/town he found himself in. Or he'd help out at the local one in exchange for a bed. Either way he'd be holed up in a VERY warm building and they always had to be so careful because every pipe, every crate, every vent, every nook and cranny, would have sleepy little snakes in it if they weren't careful. He thinks they're really cool and clever and it also helps with intimidating arsehole clients if he has a snake coiled around his neck or wriggling in his hands.

Lancelot. Hmm. Yet another horse girl me thinks. But also cats. But the like... half feral outside cats that will occasionally wander into your home to sniff things and sit on things and generally be in the way, and then leave again. He's weirded out by them because they always seem like they know more than an animal should, but he thinks they're cool and regal looking. He nods respectfully at every cat he passes when with the others, but if unsupervised he will spend hours making smoochy smoochy noises to try and make friends with the local cats, all of whom completely ignore him.

Gaius also likes cats, but it's more of a respect thing? Cats know what they're about and they chase away rodents, that's all Gaius needs.

Gwen!!! Likes rabbits!!! Elyan's snakes always make her jump (she's not... scared of them, per se, but she's not overly fond) and Leon's dogs are just too... hyperactive, she can't be running around with a dog with the amount of fucking layers she has to wear as a woman. But bunnies are cute and fluffy and whenever Merlin finds one he always brings it to her for a quick snuggle before he takes it out into the fields again (how he keeps finding them in the city, Gwen has no clue).

Druids spend a lot of time in the woods, so I feel like Mordred has an adorable fascination with foxes or something. Urban foxes, the ones that sneak into the city at night to snatch babies and dig through rubbish, are horrible, but the timid country ones are amazing. So smart, and quiet, but they can get aggressive if you threaten their home. He just thinks they're really cool and he was bitterly disappointed to find that the ones that roam Camelot's cobbled streets after dark are... not friendly, they're just arseholes.

Homegirl Morgana like cats also, but house cats. You know, the really friendly, cuddly, affectionate ones. Cats kind of ignore Lancelot, despite his love, but they flock to Morgana no matter their original temperament. They're warm, and soft, but they have sharp claws, and Morgana appreciates that, especially when the cat Arthur snuck in to the castle for her when they were children would curl up on her pillow and purr when she had nightmares.

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Behold!! My thoughts on something super random because you asked for it!!

Keep ‘em coming!!

(and if you send me romance/relationship based ones, give me a ship as well please, I don’t write reader inserts or anything close)

[bestiesenpai]

body worship headcanons

Someone requested body worship headcanons and I blacked out after the first few words and made it all soft as fuck instead of NSFW...sorry about that mate I truly am T_T all I can say is I hope you like the style I went for lol :) gender neutral, non curse au I guess as well

Gojo - the top of your head

“You’re so special, you know that?” Gojo whispers into the crown of your head in the early morning, long before you’re supposed to wake. Honestly, he shouldn't be awake either, his eyes are stinging with sleep he still needs to catch up on, but it’s rare to get to have this moment with you.

“I love you.” Kissing the top of your head, he breathes in the scent of your hair and feels the warmth of your scalp radiate onto his lips. “Love you from the top of your head-” Another kiss “to the soles of your feet.” Dragging his feet against yours, Gojo smiles when you recoil in your sleep.

Kissing the top of your head over and over in different places, Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s pressed you so close to him you can barely breathe right anymore.

“Toru, lemme go.” You grumble, sleepy and annoyed.

“Sorry love.” Kissing you one more time, he lets you go, lets you roll over to the other side of the bed. He doesn’t leave you alone for long though, wrapping himself around you from behind and giving you another kiss. “Just can’t help myself sometimes.”

Nanami - the apples of your cheeks

If there was one thing Nanami could come to love with working, it was leaving the house just to get to come home to you everyday. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder, and every minute he spent away from you only made it that much sweeter when you were reunited.

“I made dinner already, I know you’ve been working really hard this week.” As if you couldn’t be any better to him, you said the words he didn’t know he needed after the end of a long, tiring week.

“Thank you.” Dropping everything in his hands where he stood, Nanami walked over to your form standing by the oven. Your face was flushed with a barely there sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen and your cheeks only got warmer when he grabbed them lightly in his hand.

Lifting his palms, Nanami gave you soft kisses on the fullest parts of your cheeks, the tips of his fingers holding you tightly in his grasp. His nose bumped into yours and trailed along your face, his eyes gently closed as he savored the moment.

“You’re too good to me.” Pressing his nose against your cheek, he holds his face against yours and kisses you a few more times. Nanami melts into the hug you give him, nearly collapsing you with his sudden dead weight.

“Let’s eat, I know you’re hungry.” Raking your nails along his back, you nudge him toward the dining table. Lifting his head, Nanami nods slowly and puts his hand in yours, leading you there.

Getou - your lips

Getou Suguru didn’t think of himself as a shallow man. He didn’t pine after things just because they looked nice, he craved substance as well as beauty. But even he found himself staring at you in wonder and awe, gazing at the beauty before him.

“You’re staring again.” Throwing a hand up to cover your face, you look at him between your fingers. “What’s so interesting about me sitting on this couch, huh?” Laughing to himself, Getou doesn’t answer you, only leans forward to look at you even more.

“Suguru c’mon! It’s getting weird.” He can tell by the way you lean away you’re getting embarrassed from the attention and it only makes him laugh more.

“Come over here then and I’ll stop staring.” Beckoning you closer, he waits a few minutes while you cautiously climb into his lap.

“What do you want?”

“You.” Kissing you square on the lips, Getou keeps you held against him for a good amount of time, breaking the kiss every so often to give you pecks along the edges of your lips. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help but stare.”

Choso - behind your ears

Was Choso affectionate? Could you confidently tell others that your boyfriend likes to hug you in public and hold your hand, kiss you unprompted in the middle of a park? No, you couldn’t call him outwardly affectionate, but when he wanted to be, Choso could make you swoon.

Slinking up behind you as you stood at the fridge for a snack, he silently wound his arms around you and hugged you tightly. Pressing his chest into your back he burrowed his head into your shoulder and hummed.

“Hello.” You giggled, surprised by the sudden contact but accepting it willingly nonetheless. Choso grunted in response and lifted his head, nudging the back of your ear with his nose before planting a firm, warm kiss on the skin behind it.

“Love you.” He mumbled like a child, kissing you again in that spot and then a little lower. Putting his head on your shoulder again, Choso felt your hands move around. “Are you getting the yogurt?”

“Yes, I’ll grab you some too.”

“Thanks.”

Itadori - the palm of your hand

“Did you get new hand cream?” It’s the first thing Itadori says to you when he sees you in the afternoon for a date outside a small cafe. His keen senses can smell the change in your scent within a few minutes of your hand going up near his face to hug him.

“Yeah, I did.” Nodding, you let him take your hand and press the palm into his cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of the lotion.

“It smells really good.” With a closed eyed smile, Itadori shifts your palm down so he can kiss it squarely. “Your skin is always so soft, I’m jealous.” Humming against your palm, he presses the tips of your fingers into his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll give you some lotion too.” Raising your other hand to cup his empty cheek, you giggle when he grabs that hand and kisses the palm as well.

“Mmm, you could.” He smatters kisses across both hands. “But I don’t think it would smell as good on me.”

Fushiguro - the tips of your fingers

Fushiguro often did a lot of subconscious things whenever he was with you. If you were standing together waiting for a train he would stand closer to your back, making sure no one tried to make any sneaky grabs. Walking down the street with you, he would slip his hand into yours and guide you through a large crowd. At home he would make a cup of tea for you whenever he made one for himself without you ever asking.

There were a lot of things he did for you that had become second nature, and the habit of grabbing your hand while he read a book had become one of them. He didn’t even notice the way he took your hand and fiddled with your fingers, smoothing his thumb and forefinger over the skin as he read the words on the page.

“That tickles.” Your giggle breaks him out of his intense focus and he looks up to see your upper arm squirming.

“Huh?” Looking down, Fushiguro is shocked to see that he’s got the tips of your fingers skimming his lips.

“You’ve been doing that for a while and it’s starting to tickle.” Giggling again, your smile gets bigger when Fushiguro deliberately kisses the tips of all your fingers. Grabbing your other hand, he kisses the tips of all those fingers as well before lacing them all together.

“Hm, seems like a problem you need to sort out.”

Inumaki - the back of your neck

Inumaki was a man of few words. Very few words, actually. He didn’t mind the silence that came with being himself and neither did you. He could express himself well in many other ways and his affection for you wasn’t something that needed to be spoken to be felt.

He often found ways of showing you he cared that you didn’t think of before. Leaving you long winded cards with flowers, picking up a favorite treat you liked on Fridays, setting little reminders for you to take your vitamins, and peeling fruit for you were some of the ways he showed that he cared.

Peeling fruit was one of his favorite ways, especially because he usually got to eat the fruit as well. Inumaki loved to cut it up into different fun shapes and feed them to you, and making large fruit salads was something he enjoyed on a lazy afternoon.

Seeing you in the kitchen peeling the fruit for him made him a little surprised.

“You always peel the fruit for me, I want to do it for you for once!” You answer him without any delay, already seeing the slightly confused expression on his face. Nodding slowly, Inumaki traipses through the kitchen and behind you.

The collar of your shirt is dipped down a bit, exposing the gentle slope of your neck to him. He can see the bones under your skin as you move about and it entices him. Pulling down the shirt a little farther, he leans forward and kisses right on your spine.

He smiles against your skin when you laugh a little, kissing you again and again, up and down your neck. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he gives a little rub to them and he can feel you relax even more.

“Toge go sit down, I’m almost done.” Swatting him away, you push a strawberry into his mouth right after he kisses the side of your neck. Chewing on the fruit, he nods and laughs a little himself, standing at the edge of the kitchen until you’re done so he can sit with you.

Yuta - your collarbones

From the outside looking in, Okkotsu Yuta looked far too serious to ever mope about or have feelings of clinginess. Never in a hundred years would someone take him for the type of man that would whine to get a hug or pout to receive a kiss on the forehead.

But he was exactly that type of man, and you had the proof right in your lap to show for it. Both of you were in fluffy pajamas after taking a long, hot bath together, laying squished together in bed despite having more than enough space to spread out.

“(Y/N).” Yuta had been in a mood the whole day, clingy and borderline annoying in his need for your attention. Tucked under your chin and the blankets, he pressed his nose against the skin of your shoulder.

“Yuta.” You said his name in the same childish whine that he said yours, laughing to yourself when he huffed. His fingers clung to the back of your shirt, arms digging into you with the force he was using to keep you smooshed against him.

Pulling down the collar of your shirt, he kissed the protruding collarbone right in front of him. Breathing deeply through his nose, Yuta let his eyes fall closed gently and kissed along the bone, right to the hollow of your throat.

“Love me.” He commanded, pressing his face into the bed to kiss your other collarbone. “I love you so much, love me, love me.” It wasn’t like Yuta to be so needy, but then again it wasn’t often he was in a mood like this one. Rubbing his face into your chest, he finally calmed down enough to let you run your fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to do?” There was no right answer and you knew that, the smile on your face said as much.

“I don’t know.” Shrugging his shoulder and kissing your collarbone again, Yuta sighed. “Just keep being you I guess.”

Sukuna - your ribs

Sukuna is a foreboding man, large in stature and in ego. He enjoyed making others feel small and tremble in fear, there was a rush he got from knocking down an opponent that was unlike any other. And he got that same rush whenever he held you.

You were so soft, so delicate compared to the brutish man that you called a lover. You had gentle curves and smooth plains that were in sharp contrast to the jagged edges of Sukuna’s personality and body.

Which is why, whenever he held you, he made sure to slide a hand right around your ribs. To feel your bones underneath, to know you’re just as much a human as he is and not a god come down to humor him for a short while, to hear the way you get a little bit breathless whenever he squeezes you.

Laying in bed one night, watching you sleep peacefully under the cover of darkness and the streetlight coming in through the tops of the curtains, Sukuna reaches for your ribs. First his fingers meet your chest, the top of your shoulder and the firmness that comes under that patch of skin.

Trailing down the middle of your chest, he’s careful not to wake you with the tickle of his fingers as they press into your sternum for a moment. He can feel your heartbeat, so slow and even in your sleep. Going down, he can feel your ribs begin to branch out, and he follows them with his fingers until he bumps into your arm resting at your side.

“Stop ticklin’ me.” You grumble, still very much asleep but feeling Sukunas touch in your dreams.

“Sorry honey.” He chuckles, and he stops tracing the spaces between your ribs and rests a full hand on them. “Just wanted to make sure you were real.”

Mahito - the tops of your knees

Mahito liked to sit on the floor. He preferred it to a chair or the couch, he always wound up slipping from the furniture and onto the rugged floor even if he didn’t try. It was just more comfortable that way he said, he felt more at home.

Watching a movie with him sat between your knees on the floor, you laughed at Mahito laughing at a part in the film, his reactions were always so genuine and real. Flopping to the side, he leaned heavily on your knee, wrapping his arms around your calf to steady himself.

“This movie is so great!” He laughed wholeheartedly, rubbing his face into your knee as he watched the film.

“Yeah, it’s a great pick.” Leaning forward, you ran a few fingers through his hair as he calmed down. Humming in appreciation, Mahito kissed your knee in rapid succession. “What’re you doing?”

“Just loving you!” Looking over his shoulder, he winked at you and turned to the other knee, grabbing it and kissing it as well. Smoothing his hand over the joint, he smooshed his cheek into it and kissed it again, turning his attention back to the film, leaving you with only a few minutes of calm before he burst out laughing again.

Toji - the side of your ankle

Toji is affectionate in his own way. There is no traditional courtship with him, he sees what he wants and he gets it, whether that be a physical item or a person - namely, you. He is not an overly affectionate man that you may see in the movies. A tad possessive, a dash of rugged charm and the tiniest pinch of intimacy. That is what he was.

Seeing you lay so calmly on the couch, half asleep in a pair of his sweats and his shirt as you scroll through your phone, it entices him to come over to you. He wants to disturb the peace you’ve found yourself in, insert himself into the equation and demand to be focused on.

But as he gets closer and sees the cute way your eyes droop closed and the way you cuddle into the pillow beneath your head, he can’t find himself to do whatever destructive thing he had planned.

“Hmmm?” Sleepily, you turn your head to look at Toji. He’s grabbed onto your ankle and lifted it up to his face, supporting part of your leg in his other hand.

“You looked so peaceful layin’ here…” Toji begins but trails off, kissing the side of your ankle and feeling your heel beneath his thumbs. “Just wanted to stop by and see if you remembered me.” It’s a shit excuse and he doesn’t believe the words he’s saying. But he does believe in whatever moment the two of you are sharing, the soft sound of your tired breathing get a little deeper when he presses his lips against your ankle again, right on the little bone protruding out.

“M’tired.” You whine but make no move to take your leg away.

“I know, doll.” With a grin, Toji kisses a little higher on your ankle, encroaching on the territory of your leg. “Get up and I’ll carry you to bed.” But you can’t get up, he doesn’t let go of your ankle, cradling it in his hands and lightly massaging your calf until he feels like letting go.

[scarlettriot]

Rainy Day HCs

Summary: What everyone's favorite boys do when it starts to rain.

Soft fluffy fluff. G/N reader

Warning: Mild cursing. Menitons of recreational drugs.

Characters: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Sero

Bakugo

. He insisted on training outside even though the forecast called for rain.

. Also insisted that he needed a training buddy and you were the only one awake.

. You two barely started actual sparing when the first few droplets of rain started to fall and you questioned if you should move the practice someplace dry.

. "You think villains are gonna stop because of a little rain? I don't think so! Now gimme all you got, damn it!"

. You've both always been fairly matched when it came to sparring so after about 30 minutes of going back and forth you were both soaked through and covered in mud.

. Laying on your backs, looking up at the clouds with the rain still coming down, you heard Bakugo crack a small laugh before standing up and pulling you to your feet.

. After hot showers, you curled up together in his dorm room under a mound of plush blankets.

. He brewed hot tea that you both sipped on while reading your favorite respective mangas listening to the raindrops hitting the glass.

. "Thanks." He'd mutter into your temple after giving you a soft kiss. "Drink up. Don't want my teddy bear getting sick."

Midoriya

. You two were walking back to campus when the rain started coming down, but Midoriya was prepared for it.

. He popped open the All Might themed umbrella he'd been carrying with him all day and pulled you in close.

. Everything had been fine until a gust of sudden wind hit you both by surprise, and in an instant, the umbrella was inside out. Midoriya tried his best to right All Might but it was no use.

. "Plan B, I guess." He wrapped an arm around you and, using his quirk, ran to the nearest coffee shop. "We should wait it out here. If we walk all the way back with no cover we could get sick, and then we'd-"

. You silenced his babbling with a quick kiss turning his cheeks rosy when you praised him for his quick thinking.

. The shop was cozy and smelled inviting. Midoriya wasted no time buying you both something to drink and a pastry to share while you found a booth.

. It took about an hour for the rain to slow to a drizzle. "We could probably go now... if you wanted to."

. You snuggled closer into his side and suggest waiting for a sprinkle of rain rather than a drizzle. And he was happy to oblige.

Kaminari

. This boy was too excited when he woke up and realized rain was really coming down. He threw his covers off himself and got right to work!

. He'd been busy all morning, running around nonstop, and didn't bother to stop when anyone asked him what he was up to.

. Shortly after noon, you get a text from him telling you to meet him in his dorm as soon as possible.

. Thinking something might have been wrong, you dropped whatever you were doing and went straight away.

. When he answered the door, he beckoned you into his room with a flourish. "I might have gone a bit overboard." He chuckled.

. It looked like he stole every available blanket and pillow from the rest of your classmates and constructed the most elaborate fort you'd ever laid your eyes on.

. "We've got board games, card games, video games. And I have stocked up on drinks and snacks..." He jumped up, nearly falling over his own two feet. "I also set this up!" He turned the lights off and turned on a small projector. "Perfect for movies, right babe!"

. He'd really gone and thought of everything.

Kirishima

. Kirishima had been planning on taking you to the zoo for two weeks. It'd been all the guy could think about, and you were equally as excited. So excited, in fact, that neither of you thought to check the weather forecast.

. It started to come down as you drove. "We, well, we could go back to the dorms. Try another time?" He looked so sad even as he suggested doing the thing you both knew was the smarter option.

. That's why when you told him to keep driving, a wide, sharp-toothed smile quickly spread from damn near ear to ear.

. You walked for hours around the zoo in the pouring rain, looking at all the animals, jumping in puddles, and spinning around like idiots.

. By the time you climbed back in the car to head home, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and your shirt was nearly seethrough... and the sniffles began.

. You both shed your wet clothes and climbed into his bed once back in the dorms. Coughing and sneezing messes.

. Bakugo nearly broke down Kirishima's door in sheer annoyance, asking what the both of you had done to get sick and, after hearing the explanation, left to go make you two idiots some soup.

. "I don't regret a single thing." Kiri kissed the tip of your stuffed up nose before eating his soup with another huge smile on his face.

Todoroki

. Rainy days make Todoroki very sleepy. He has a tough time getting out of bed on rainy days and will only make an effort to if it is mandatory.

. It was something about the sound of rain on glass that made his eyes feel heavy and how warm his blanket felt around him.

. When it's almost one in the afternoon and you haven't seen him all day, you decide you should probably check on him. You knock and he tells you it's open.

. You're barely able to see his two-toned hair peeking out from under his blanket and you question what he's still doing in bed. "The rain. I just like staying in bed when it rains. But, I can get up if you wanted me to."

. He starts to crawl out of his cacoon, but you tell him that isn't necessary. Instead, you run back to your dorm, change into comfy clothes and ask to join him in his snuggle cacoon.

. Todoroki welcomes you in with open arms. And after a bit of wiggling, you are securely tucked into his side.

. He opens his phone again, back to the youtube video he was watching and presses play.

. It doesn't take him long to nuzzle into the top of your head, humming contently. "You make rainy days even better."

Sero

. Rainy days have an odd way of making Sero productive.

. His entire room would suddenly be spotless, laundry clean and folded AND put away. He even goes around the common area and picks up any small messes. He doesn't just clean either, his school projects would be done, and he'd be all caught up on any reading too.

. But, when there is nothing else to clean and no more school work. He'd come to find you. "Think you could, uh, slip away to the roof with me, love?

. Under a small overhang, shielded from the rain, Sero would light the blunt he had tucked behind his ear. He'd obviously offer to share if that was something you were in to but if not he'd finish it off by himself.

. It wouldn't take long for your backs to slide down the wall, sitting on the cold roof pressed shoulder to shoulder.

. Your eyes fall shut when Sero's cheek pressed against the top of your head when you rest yours on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, letting the sound of the rain consume you.

. "I could fall asleep up here like this. 'S'nice, Y/N."

. You remind him falling asleep in the cold rain probably wasn't the best idea but you weren't against falling asleep in his bed with the window open...

. "You've got the best ideas."

A/N: I hope you enjoy this maple syrup level fluff. It's been raining here all day and I just wanted to cute headcanons. I also didn't proof before posting so sorry about that. Have a good day, night, afternoon, whatever it might be! :)

[joannasteez]

Hey lovely! Could I request a little something for Jax? It could be a headcanon or imagine, it��s up to you. But could it be about the reader is Angel and Ez’s little sister, and she’s in love with Jax?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 {𝐇.𝐂}

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Jax Teller x Reyes!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The emotional direction wasn’t specified so I kind of just went with what came to me, by the way, This is my very first request!!, so hope whoever sent it in enjoys ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst. Fluff. I also suck at simplifying things so this is another long head canon, apologies if that sort of thing bothers you all lol.

Credits to the gif maker @tragertrap

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If you’d like to be tagged for Mayans MC fics ONLY let me know!!

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It amazed Felipe at times, scared him even, at how similar you looked to your mother Marisol. The spitting image of her; a younger, but slightly taller, reincarnation. But you were your fathers child through and through. The toothless yet warm endearing smile, the sharp intuitiveness, placid nature, and just through the black center of your eyes, enough experience to cover a few lifetimes. It’s what the Reyes men feared the most, that uncanny familial trait that forces you to bury such soul crushing pain, to turn cold to things that warrant warmth. Your father has it, your brothers as well, Ezekiel more than Angel, and so do you.

You had it now, that calm, collected demeanor, as the guys brought in a bleeding Jax Teller through the entry doors of the lodge. He was barely conscious, eyes dim, limbs heavy, and blood staining all along his color drained skin and the aged leather of his kutte. If you were anyone else you’d be alarmed, startled by the amount of blood and frantic men, but you were you, having seen too many things that resembled such a scene to let even a shudder pass through you.

“Get the kit, we need you to sew him up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”, Bishop says briskly, filled with worry, and your feet move faster than your mind can comprehend, snatching the kit laying near by and pacing to the bedroom where they have Jax. His head elevated by pillows, Both Ezekiel and Angel hot on your tail waiting for you to give them directions.

There’s a poorly wrapped cloth that lays against the wound, and just as you peel it back you pressurize the wound with a gauze. “I need gloves”, you say.

Angel’s a bit taken back, the President of the Sons original charter is on the precipice of death and you’re talking about gloves. “We don’t have time for that”.

“Just get the fucking gloves Angel”, you clip. Tone harsher than it’s meant to be, but he takes no offense and moves quick for the gloves before coming back.

You’re cleaning Jax’s skin once there on, wiping away all the blood that pours from him. A needle in your hand, eyes steady. “This is gonna hurt”.

Jax is sweating, teeth clenched at the piercing sting of the needle. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Did he really just ask you that? “I guess we’ll just have to find out”, you deadpan.

“Y/N”, Ezekiel warns.

The situation isn’t funny, a man’s life is on the line but still, you want to laugh at the audacity. “What?! He’s got a bullet in his abdomen and he’s worried about if I know what I’m doing”.

There’s silence now, a heaviness that settles to suffocate the whole lodge it seems. A dread of existential proportions that looms like a phantom in the waning rusted gold of the setting sun. The stillness is calming as you work, slipping the fine needle through his paling skin with a frightening ease that forces a worried look to Ezekiel’s face, Angel’s as well. Mayhem has consumed them all, men who laugh in the face of death everyday are doubling over, overwrought with fear, and here you are, unaware of the dark silhouette that threatens to form over Jax’s body, inching over the walls, creeping slowly as they tease whispers of death through the wispy blow of the wind.

Your brothers leave after while, called out by Bishop and Chibs who are talking over possible scenarios for revenge.

“Can you stay after this......... please?” It’s barely a whisper, and it’s drawled, but you hear the need in his voice.

It compels you to say “Okay”.

When you’re finished you wipe at Jax’s skin again, fingers trembling just the slightest as your mind catches up with your body, or is it the other way around? You’re not sure, but the two have surely had a crashing reunion and now you’re exhausted at such a fast build and fall of adrenaline. You’re thinking now, at the side of the bed, of deeply buried memories because the blood reminds you, it always does. All you see is Marisol, and your vision is blurred, eyes glistening with warm tears that comfort your skin, thumb shaking as you push the wetness away. She’s so lovely in your mind, a bright silhouette framing her and she’s so beautiful, so light and gentle. The aura of her, just from a thought, it makes her presence palpable again, till you remember she isn’t really there. Because it’s just a memory. A timeless mirage of sorts that ungrounds you from reality.

You breath, looking to the clock to find that it’s been three hours already. Three hours of you looking through your memories for your mother, Marisol. It’s purposeful, must be, why the need to think of her is so strong in this moment of all moments.

It’s infuriating, that you weren’t there, you couldn’t save her, but you were here now and you saved Jax. That counts for something right? It had to.

He’s awake again, and you’re not sure how but he is. Must be the force of his will that has his eyes opening, fighting against a sleep that feels too much like forever. “You alright?”

His eyes are a near lifeless blue but still they’ve got shine to them. “I should be asking you that, you’re the one that got shot”.

“Why the tears darlin’ ?”

You’re not up for a personal deep dive, never have been really. “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He smiled, noticing your reserved demeanor. “They we’re probably tears for me, I saw how worried you were earlier”, he jokes sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “Why’d you want me to stay?”

“Didn’t want to die alone, if I did”.

You shake your head, fully convinced of otherwise. “You weren’t gonna die”.

He gives a weak smile. “I know that now since we’re talking, unless this is a dream, or some purgatory shit then I’m screwed”.

You chuckle at his dazed rambling and it makes his weak smile a little stronger as it spreads. Amusement looks good on you. Pretty. “There it is”, he says. Talking about your little smile.

There’s a stretch of silence, and it’s contemplative for Jax. Flashes of the incident from moments prior running through his mind. He’d just met Galindo for the first time, shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries. They’d talked business and at the end all parties seemed happy with the results, but it made him wary. How well everything was going, something somewhere was bound to go wrong, and yeah maybe he was a bit too pessimistic in the moment but it proved him right. The Sons and The Mayans were riding back to the lodge when the Lobos attacked and he can’t remember much after that, just feeling more than alive and then a little ways from death. His father calling him and then his mother, and he almost answered. He’s glad he didn’t.

“I’m sure you know as much as I do, you see a lot of shit when you live this life. Seen more guys than I can count take a bullet, and more times than none I’ve been the one to give it to them”. He’s quiet, contemplative. On the rise of something that resembles an epiphany. “After a while they just become faceless y’know, nameless, just kill #52 on someone’s list. That’s what it felt like, I was about to be on somebody’s fucking list and that shit is scary”. He turns to you then. “And then the next thing I know I’m in here, with your pretty ass standing over me saving my life. I thought I was in heaven”.

You roll your eyes, it’s delirium from the blood loss, making him say things he doesn’t mean. “Even with a bullet wound, flattery gets you no where Teller”.

“Tell me what does”.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓���� 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

He’s warm under your skin, heartbeat a sweet song that pulses a quiet steady rhythm into your ears. It’s a comforting thing, soothing and mellow like the fiery cool blend of a setting summer sun.

You feel his hand, cool rings caressing the nape of your neck. “You awake baby?”

You move against him, to let him know that you are and a hand pulls gentle at your chin. “Let me see you darlin’ ”

Your body pulls up atop of his, bare chest moving along his and toward him so that you’re face to face, legs tangled together. His hands reach to caress your face, touch a gentle flame that burns to light your skin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in the morning for weeks, the club stealing him away every moment it could, screwing around with the days you’d set aside to see each other. He grins, loving the dim set of your sleepy eyes. “Hi”.

“Hi”, you say. Tone rasped, sleepy.

There’s a glimmer in his stare, a dazzling sparkle that lives just over the grayish blue of his irises. You don’t identify it, what the warm glint means, for fear of being wrong, but somewhere inside, you know it’s love. It looks to pure to be anything else. He’s grinning again, all nostalgic like. “I was thinking just now, about that day when you patched me up. Best day of my life”.

You scoff. “You almost died”.

“But I got to meet you”.

You’re shaking your head at how lovey dovey he’s being. “Always with the flattery”.

“I’m serious, I fuckin’ love you. More than I ever thought I could”. He rolls you both over easy, his lean build on top surrounding you, fingers still caressing idly against your face and yours drawing along his tattooed back. He kisses you, patient and deep, as if to savor this moment. Staining his memory with the soft pliant flesh of your lips, the airy moan that resonates from your chest, and the lulling skim your nails give the gold of his hair. Forget the Irish and their guns, the Cartel and their H and everything that isn’t this. If he could, he’d stay with you here. Just like this. Forever.

He’s at your neck now, teasing you with tongue wet kisses and stingless nips, but something comes to mind. A wary thought that’s bugged you for a while. “When are we gonna tell my father about us. I want you to meet him”.

He looks to you, confused. “You don’t wanna tell your brothers first?”

“Ezekiel already knows. Found out the first time we met back up to see each other”. You’d thought you’d been sneaky enough that night, leaving after everyone fell asleep, but Ezekiel was always a couple steps ahead it seemed, following you out of Santo Padre a few hours to a bar where you’d met up with Jax. The conversation with him was easier than you expected, but still he was wary, and how couldn’t he be. You were his baby sister. He’d worry till his last breath. “... and I told Angel a couple of weeks ago. Couldn’t really get out of explaining how I had your rings laying around”. You couldn’t remember much of what that admission to him entailed, besides the look of disbelief he had, and then the screaming, and then eventually the forced calm of his expression when he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It was still unbelievable to him, you weren’t that little girl anymore, no matter how much he wanted you to be.

You were grown, beyond capable of making your own decisions. But boy did it scare you having to tell Felipe.

“Whenever you want to tell him I’m ready”.

His sureness makes you smile, wide and bright, laying a kiss to his rosy lips. “I love you too Jackson”.

[mxvladdy]

Unrepentant: Chapter One

Yoz! Finally, I sat down and edited this! (Yaay I'm slow as fuck)

I loved writing Diavolo's True Form piece (Located Here) so I wanted more and really to write this headcanon I've had since he was introduced! It is suggested to read his true form before this but you do you and live your best life.

Anyway idk how long this will be but all the true form stuff will be in this fanfiction :)

Hope ya like!

Word Count: 4k

Rating: General

The Devildom moons glint high above you outside your bedroom window. Their perpetual radiance casting dancing shadows across the walls. The solace of your empty room envelops you like a warm hug. It pulls the stress of the day away off your shoulders leaving you sleepy. Dropping your book-laden bag to the floor you flop face-first into the freshly washed sheets of your bed.

Exam season was rolling in fast and all of the academy was gearing up for the students' and teachers' inevitable breakdowns. From personal experience, you saw firsthand what happens when a demon gets stressed out. Even the lesser demons you know can cause some major damage when they reach their boiling point, though it pales in comparison to the havoc the big seven cause. Just yesterday Beel lost control in the middle of cram school after the teacher refused to let them out on time for dinner. Poor Lucifer was still scrambling to pay for the damages and trying to find a replacement in time for next week's lessons. Then, on the same day at the other end of the campus, Satan all but totaled a classroom in a fit of rage after another student dared to try and correct him. Bless the Old Gods themselves that at least Levi and Belphie were easy to deal with during these times. They were both book smart and beyond capable with their studies, they just lacked the wherewithal to put the effort in. Well, Belphie was more guilty than Levi when it came down to it. Most of the time Lucifer could be seen dragging Belphie to class by the ankle, face stormy with rage. It was humorous to watch-just from a distance.

As for you, you figure it was best to just be out of the direct line of fire. One too many brushes with death in the Devildom for your comfort. During this time of year, it became almost a sport. You got really good at dodging large pieces of furniture and spells during exam week when the brothers finally start coming to blows. Not that you fault them, they were just letting their aggression out as any good primordial being would. But, the lack of sleep and constant fear of annihilation by bookshelf is murder on your grades. After a few meetings with Lucifer and Diavolo, you all decide you should stay in the palace till after exams.

The palace.

You smile softly to yourself tracing a thumb over your clavicle. Your finger ghosts over the healing black marks running down your skin. It was rocky at first, rebuilding your relationship and trust, with Diavolo after your "run in". He acts like you were made of spun glass and eggshells, physically trying to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. All the while you had to butt head with seven of the strongest and most bull-headed men you had ever met. Their protectiveness towards you tried your patience in ways you never expected. It took what you are pretty sure was your guardian angel to finally get the brothers to relent. With Simeon acting as your chaperone you start to live again. It was nice to finally feel comfortable around the demon again. Seeing him return to his normal candor and temperament again was a breath of fresh air. Thinking of him makes you flush, the cool air of your room burning your cheeks as you recall all the stolen evenings in his and Barbatos's company. All the hours spent laughing at their outlandish assumptions of modern human social norms while they tried to guess if they were correct or not, and then there were the nights where it was just you and the prince. He was nothing but cordial and proper, just conversations between two friends.

A nice glass of port and dinner...maybe an errant brush of fingers when there was no need to touch a time or two. Perhaps a gaze held too long to be considered appropriate.

You groan into your pillows, feeling your heart flutter. You couldn't deny he was fascinating, and yes, perhaps you were a little infatuated with him. Who wasn't? You say it on the daily how other demons fawn over him. He is one of the strongest of their kin after all. Power is a huge part of the Devildom hierarchy, and he exudes it in spades. To a demon, he is the peak of their ideal. Yet, to you, from a human perspective, you enjoyed his personality and jovial nature. It was a side very few got to see of him and you cherish each moment you got to enjoy in the privacy of his quarters.

Of course, watching him crush an unruly usurper without a second thought was kinda hot. Hmmm-

A sharp rap at your door startles you. Was it time already? "Door's open Simeon!" You yell over your shoulder grabbing your robe and go behind your room divider to undress.

"Good evening!" The angel chirps entering your darkroom. With a wave of his hand, he lights your fireplace. The bright flames dancing to life to chase away the cold of the perpetual night.

"Show off." You come back around your divider to face him. He shrugs with a bashful smile offering you the tray he brought with him. His lithe fingers grab the few bottles he needed, leaving the rest for you. You unscrew the lid on one of the jars of salves specially crafted for you. You inhale, humming in delight, and the fresh scent of honeydew and lavender wafting up at you. "This one is new!" You beam dipping a finger in your eye the soft green goop. It was warm to the touch and made your finger go numb.

Simeon nods, twirling his hand in the air to make you turn around. "You mentioned stiff joints last night so I made something to help." His hand strokes over your back while he mutters to himself. "This is healing up nicely, though the color is becoming more opaque." You nod in acceptance. The curse- taint- whatever it was when Diavolo injured you hadn't stopped at just mental damage when it struck you. It took root on your body, burying itself deep and spreading through you like an uncontrollable flame. It wraps and twists itself around your arms, shoulders, and sides joining and merging with itself to rest around the tender skin of your neck. You found it beautiful in its own right. Like those ornate chokers in Levi's animes or the ones Mammon wore in some of his high-end modeling shoots. Yours was just as gorgeous but very permanent.

"These are coming along nicely," Simeon remarks looking over your back. He rubs some of his sweet-smelling ointment into your sides. He traces over some of the more intricate lines, they radiate power heating his celestial skin in a way you could not sense. The marks pulse in warning, threatened by his celestial power. Simeon frowns, taking his hand away. "It looks like Lucifer marks have been consumed completely now too."

"Really?" You crane your neck trying to see Lucifer's mark at the base of your neck. It figures Lucifer's was the last to be consumed. Solomon had hypothesized that since he was the eldest and thus the strongest it would make sense that it would take longer for Diavolo's blight to consume it. So far he has been correct.

Over time you watch as all the brothers' marks were taken over. Their bright colors bleed out to be replaced with an iridescent black. It was a little unfortunate since you loved the colors of their marks, but there was nothing you could do about it.

Simeon hands you a jar over your shoulder while he inspects the growing marks on your back. "I increased the dosage in this, your arms were still itchy, correct?"

You nod, taking the jar. You grimace as your nails scratch the delicate glass. Your skin wasn't the only thing that physically changed after Diavolo's magic took root. Your nail plates gleam black now, no longer clear and flimsy like human nails normally are. They are sharp now with lethal tips. They could gouge stone like it was tissue paper and even pierce the hard shell of a demon's skin. Beel had been impressed by the nick you gave him during P.E. It healed quickly so no harm was done, but it frightened you still.

Tutting, you shoot your fingers a scathing glance. As a defense mechanism, this new addition was great, but daily life was a pain. Your hands tore through everything if you weren't careful. Delicate pillows and sheets were kept far away from you lest they turn into ribbons. It was beginning to look like the brothers had adopted an unruly cat let loose in the halls.

Asmo fussed over you for days trying to figure out the best way to care for them. He wasted some nice clippers on you until he landed on a heavy-duty nail file. Your manicure only lasts a few days at best, but it was better than turning your pillows into pin cushions. Aside from your skin and nails, you could see better in the perpetual night of the Devildom. The blue haze of the twin moons is cleaner now. Every surface their light lands on shines like a beacon illuminating farther than you could see before. Gave Mammon a good scare walking the halls in complete darkness, you didn’t need a light anymore just the moons.

It was utterly fascinating to you, and Solomon. The mage takes every opportunity he could to poke and prod at your changes and charts them down with feverish excitement. So far, much to his displeasure, you show no more magical prowess than when you first arrived in the Devildom but he was certain you should. For now, no one knew what to expect so you were to just monitor yourself and check-in with Solomon and Simeon daily till they deemed this settled.

"There," Simeon finishes examining your back and neck, making sure he covered the entirety of each mark. "Looks like everything is in order. I'll leave you to rest for the evening." He wipes his hands helping you back into your robe before tidying up the small mess he made.

"You sure?" You ask following him to the door. "I feel like we haven't hung out for ages! I could fetch us some tea." You smile up at his soft face. You miss just hanging out with him. As of late all he has been to you is an on-call nurse. It would be nice to talk with him and Luke about something other than you for an evening.

Simeon smiles but shakes his head. "Perhaps tomorrow, Madame Scream has a few new cakes out this month. Luke has been talking my ear off about them and I'm sure he would love your company too." He eyes the door knowingly. "But for now someone else wishes to steal you away." He bids you goodnight then, leaving you clasping the doorknob and looking about into the pitch-black hallway.

It's in the moment you lock your door and turn to crawl into bed that someone knocks on your door. Your heart leaps in with an indiscernible emotion before beating fast with excitement, your brain following along slowly after it. You couldn't stop the smile crossing your face as you made your way back to the door. Something deep within you knew who it was. "Dia!" You swing the heavy door open and hug him tight. The moment your body makes contact with him you feel amazing. The grind of the day is gone, chased away by his warm arms encircling you. "I thought you were busy all evening?"

He chuckles swaying from side to side. "I was! But, what kind of prince would I be if I didn't throw my weight around every so often?" He leans down and nuzzles his face in your crown. He smiles into your hair. You were smelling more and more like him each day, it was titillating.

Dia breathes deeply taking in your sweet clean scent and savoring how his smokey amber smell was mingling with it. It was faint now, perhaps only strong enough for him, Barbatos and Lucifer can discern. Soon though lesser daemons will take notice of his scent mingling with yours. He makes a quick note to tell Simeon to look into a stronger ointment, it will be needed soon. Diavolo pulls away, clicking his tongue. He glances down at where your nails punched through the thick fabric of his waistcoat to graze his skin. "Do you have time for a drink? Barbatos went topside today and purchased a bottle of whiskey barrel age wine. It smells simply divine ." His gold eyes glance up to the large grandfather clock in the corner of your room. It was far past polite visiting hours, but he couldn't give less of a damn, despite the warning of his closest circles.

The nobles were beginning to notice how much he favored you and thus the court was beginning to talk. They were beginning to question his loyalty to the goal of the program, his fascination with one mere human raised concerns throughout his family members. "Why are you spending so much more time with that one?" They ask claws and fangs clinging as they nash and hiss at him, so many of his bloodline still refuse to use glamour believing it was an insult to their heritage. "They are of no importance, playing favorites could lead to a disaster for your crown." He knows many of them would love that.

For him to lose his neck and the crown so the old ones could rule again was a dream for many of them. Diavolo grimaces inwardly, they weren't wrong either. He was infatuated with you. Even Lucifer was beginning to express concern. While having you and the program was raising his ratings and the morale of the general populace, those of royal blood were beginning to create factions again. So far many were loyal, but the ones starting to make waves were the oldest in the circle.

He had plans in place of course, pieces on the board ready to move at a moment's notice. It would be messy when it happens and with you still in his kingdom...such actions were best to be avoided. No, for now, the brothers were enough protection from potential defectors and nay-sayers. He will do as he pleases, especially when it revolves around you.

"That does sound good," You agree tapping your chin in thought. It's been ages since you last drank a human liquor. All Diavolo's ports and sherries, while delicious, did not affect you. You missed the warmth that settled in your stomach after a good drink. "A good drink could calm my nerves. Give me a minute to change?" You step back into your room to scurry back behind your room partition leaving the massive demon to stand at your doorway.

"Nerves? Do you need more time for your finals?" He lumbers in coming to stand by your bed. He licks his lips staring at your rumpled bedding. It was still warm from you sitting there with Simeon. Deep down in his stomachs turns detecting the cherry sweet scent of the angel covering your sheets. He wanted to rub his body on the bedding, erasing that weakling's scent from what was his- He pulls himself back forcing his fangs back down. He trusted Simeon, no one was better suited for healing demonic wounds than an angel.

The prince observes your shadow scurrying about behind the paper screen. "There!" You jump from behind the screen in an oversized shirt. The fabric drapes down to rest just past your knees, the sleeves long and folded several times. "Ready to go?" You come back to his side slipping on your slippers.

"But of course!" He offers you his arm. "Though I am perhaps a little overdressed for the occasion, no?" He ribs, teeth flashing in jest. You accept his arm squeezing it tight and look him over dramatically.

"Yes, very much so...What good is a nightcap if you are still dressed in your day clothes?" You tug at his pressed white tie. For the first time that day, Diavolo laughed freely.

The walk from your room to his was a long one but filled with idle safe conversation. You jump from talks of the upcoming garden parties to what this week's lunch menu will be. Neither of you was blind to the prying eyes and ears lurking in the shadows of the corridors. You were unfazed by them now after months of coming to visit Diavolo and Barbatos during the evening. You became accustomed to their judgmental gazes and gossip over time. You nod politely to one of the visiting earl's and his entourage. They pass, many eyes looking you over curiously. "Earl Jan and his entourage have taken a liking to you." Diavolo rumbles watching the demons wander off to one of his many smoking parlors. "He finds your many human idioms and stories refreshing."

"Really? I have classes with a few of them they-"

"Young Prince." Diavolo stiffens by your side lurching to a halt. His hackles rise.

"Pleasant evening Lady Marquess?" The prince calls out not bothering to even turn around to acknowledge the baroness. You turn though curious as to who drew such vitriol from the normally genial demon.

The baroness scuttles out from where she had been standing, the shadows around her falling off like an elegant cloak. Her pale mandibles click in distaste when your eyes meet hers. Her hundreds of spider-like eyes latching onto you unblinkingly before flicking to Diavolo's tense back. "You missed our meeting on the upcoming festivities. I have some more requests on the dress requirements for the ball." She pauses head listing down to look at you again. Even without lips, you could feel her scowl of disgust. "It would be good for your little pet. Their dress attire at the last one was... lackluster."

Bull. Asmo and Levi had designed your outfit for the last ball. It had been amazing, the crowds looking on with jealousy and lust as you clung to Dia's arm. You don't have to look at Diavolo to feel his displeasure. "Such asinine topics like that can wait till tomorrow." He sniffs pulling you closer. His free hand comes up to grasp your hand around his bicep. “Good night Madame.”

You keep your eyes forward letting Dia escort you. The Marquess hisses quietly under her breath, something dark and biting in their native tongue. Diavolo goes rigid in head-snapping about inhumanly fast. The temperature in the hallway drops.

"Dia." You call in warning, breath wafting up in great puffs from the chilled air. He ignores you, turning his full attention to the interloper. He replies in turn voice simmering with rage. She wilts, head tilting down into a mockery of the usually appropriate bow when speaking to him. Beneath the fringes of her bangs, you could see a smirk playing on her lips. She struck the exact nerve she was looking for. "Dia," You pull on him more adamantly. "Come please?" His shoulders loosen at your words. His gold eyes drifting down to look at you.

"We will speak of this later matrona." He leaves the matter at that leaving with you in haste. The rest of the walk is tense, his eyes now darting to each shadowy corner in case another guest jumps from them.

"I apologize for that." Diavolo sighs the moment the doors to his private quarters close. He loosens his tie and tosses it to his smoking chair by the fire. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a moment." He smiles at you before disappearing into his bathroom.

You take a seat kicking off your slippers to dig your toes into the plush hide of some animal you didn't know the name of and pour out two drinks for you and Diavolo. Waiting for him to reappear you eye the treats laid out on the table next to you. They looked too good to ignore. Popping a few tarts into your mouth you groan at the sweet citrus and mint creme that coated your tongue. Your ears twitch at the creak of the bathroom door.

Burly arms drape over your shoulders as Diavolo bends to nuzzle your neck. "Too good to wait?" He chuckles. You flush hyper-aware of the sugar cookie crumbs on the corner of your mouth.

"You said help myself." You reply after swallowing.

The prince hums. "That I did." He raises a thick finger up to collect the crumbs around your lips. "Ah- Barb outdoes himself again." He licks his finger coming around to take the seat next to you. Diavolo busies himself for a moment propping his feet up on his footrest and taking the drink you prepared from the table along with a good handful of sweets. Despite his casual demeanor you still could feel his agitation thrumming through your markings.

"I'm sorry." You blurt out. He looks up at you with a frown. "That confrontation in the hall, what the Marquess said was about me wasn't it?" You didn't know what her heated words meant, but the context of the exchange was quite clear.

A glint of pain flashes through his golden gaze. Diavolo goes for his drink, downing half of it in one large gulp. "You have nothing to apologize for. " He licks his teeth deep in thought before dropping his head back with a grunt. "What are politics like in your realm? Are they all-" He waves his glass vaguely.

You sit for a moment thinking hard on what you remember of human politics. "Most countries are no longer run by royal families. Though they still have a lot of sway with laws and the like." You take a sip. "But, back when royal families were more prevalent I would say they were like this." You mimic his little hand wave with a little smile.

"Homicidal and power-hungry?"

"Quite so." You chuckle looking into the fire. "Perhaps I can take you on a mini trip to go visit some old palaces?" Diavolo perks up intrigued.

"Where do you have in mind?"

"Maybe Italy?"

His eyes grow dark. "And why there?" He bites out. You shrug feeling as though you just crossed an unspoken line.

"Just-well. Your name, at least in human culture, is Italian, and you slip into it so casually. I thought you would like it..."

"I am not looking for you to humor me." He cuts you off. His glass thunking heavily on his oak side table, amber liquid sloshing over the side. "I get enough of that from the court. I only wish to spend time with you." You acknowledge him with a faint nod curling into your seat. "Ah-no, no mi giglio." Diavolo reaches for you, scooping you up to sit in his lap. "Forgive my agitation. If it is somewhere you wish to go then I would be happy to take us... The south is beautiful this time of year I hear." A shuttered look crosses over his eyes before he blinks it away. "Shall I get started with preparations?"

He pulls you in closer, your heat seeping through the thin layers of clothes separating the two of you. He feels you melt into the soft planes of his body. His closeness soothing the itching of your bandaged and oiled skin. Dia falls silent listening to you nod off on his lap but does nothing to stop you. Closing his eyes he instead enjoys the feel of his pseudo mark upon your body vibrating in harmony with his magic. Stroking your neck and spine he is unable to control the flood of unwanted memories bubbling to the surface of his mind. As you sleep peacefully unaware of your wishes he spends the rest of the evening watching the flames die down, lost in a waking nightmare.

[uwuwriting]

Bad day for the pros w/ Bakugou, Shinsou and Todoroki

Request: May I ask for some headcanons of pro hero Bakugou, pro hero Shinso and pro hero Shoto, they had a very very bad day at work, some heavy stuff happened and it was their fault, but fear not! y/n is here to save the day with love, good cooking and cuddles to be their hero. (Fem reader if possible)- anonymous 

I haven’t written for Shinsou in a while, same goes for Bakugou. Shoto is baby, I can never go for too long without writing for him. My midterms are coming up so I won’t be posting next week at all, I’m stressed and depressed and whenever I think that in June I’ll be taking my university entrance exams I wanna wretch. So yeah life is going great. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules 

warnings: tired babies, fluff, some angst, self doubt.

Bakugou Katsuki

-People really have no chill and poor baby is barely keeping it together. 

-He’s minutes away from committing mass murder and man slaughter.

-It’s common knowledge that he has no patience whatsoever and people today seemed to be testing his control. 

-But alas finally this awful day was over and he could go back to your shared apartment and relax, eat something and sleep. 

-Stepping into the apartment he dropped his duffel bag with a loud thud letting out a sigh as he slowly peeled off his jacket and slipped into his slippers. 

- “Katsu?”

-Your sweet voice rang through the halls, your head peeking out from the corner eyes landing on his slumped shoulders and tense features.

-Wordlessly you gently grabbed his hand and guided him into your bedroom. 

-Passing him a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie you pushed him into the bathroom where the tub was already filled with steaming hot water. 

- “Dinner is almost ready, take your bath and I’ll be waiting.” 

-Giving him one last kiss on the lips you exited the bathroom. 

-Almost 20 minutes later he came into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stirred the soup. 

- “Bad day baby?” 

-He only answered with a grunt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck nuzzling his nose in your hair. 

-Mumbling something under his breath you let out a chuckle as you gave him a plate and guided him to the living room couch. 

-Settling down next to him you kissed him again before digging in. 

-Soon enough you were cuddling on the couch, his head on your chest and your hands intertwined. 

-You’re running your fingers through his spiky hair, smoothing down the knots as he goes on and on about his awful day. 

-People really were pushing his buttons today.

- “You wanna go to bed then?”

- “But it’s early for you.”

-Shrugging you got up taking him with you. 

-Once in bed you cuddled again with you being the big spoon since your mans needs some well deserved comfort.

-“No matter how bad your day is I’ll always be here for you.” 

- “I know shitty woman.”

- “Awww I love you too.” 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-He was tired of people doubting his motives. 

-Really it was getting old.

-The mocking and the lingering fear even after five years in the hero industry. 

-His agency had booked another meet and greet so they could do some damage control with the hate Hitoshi was getting and of course he couldn’t bring you along. 

-He was kinda jealous of your day off. 

-Jealous because he wished he could spend time with you and Mochi rather than deal with random strangers changing sidewalks during his patrol. 

-He was exhausted as he stepped into your shared apartment that night, Mochi sprawled on the hallway carpet waiting for his other owner. 

-Awaiting for his belly rubs with open paws, Mochi ignored the dark aura his master was emanating , or he just chose to ignore it. 

- “Didn’t Y/N give you belly rubs? I bet you have been taking my place all day mister.” 

- “You know he can’t replace you, love.” 

-He looked up only to be met with your dazzling smile and bright eyes although he could see the faint signs of sleepiness clinging to your eyelids.

-He could feel your eyes inspecting him and soon enough he would be kissed and pushed towards the bathroom for a much needed shower because you would see how tired and drained he was. 

-He could never get away. 

-It was a power you had since high school and try as he might he could never hide his fatigue. 

-Before he knew it he was up on his feet, capture tool placed on the hanger near the door and slippers on his feet, a kiss on each cheek and one lingering one on the lips. 

-Soon he was soaking in the tub with you behind him massaging his scalp with that special lavender shampoo while humming a soft tune. 

-It always amazed him how you could calm him without using words and if he was being honest he wanted to keep it that way, the silence was always nice and he loved basking in your presence but today he really needed to be reassured. 

- “Why do you stay with me?” 

-Your movements stilled at his words and he could feel your eyes widening. 

- “It’s bad publicity for you, you’ve been held back on hero ratings because people believe that you are conspiring with me in some master plan.” he sighed before continuing leaving you no space to speak. “You could have anyone you want. It would make your life 100 times easier if I wasn’t in it.” 

-You would have never guessed that those thoughts were running through his head when he walked through the door moments earlier. 

-Hugging him closely to your chest you finally spoke. 

- “I fell in love with you and you alone. I would never leave you because some pompous asshats keep saying that you are a villain. Hero rankings can go suck it for all I care along with anyone who wants to call you a monster.” Turning around so now you were straddling his lap you cupped his cheeks connecting your foreheads. “I love you with all my heart ‘Toshi, don’t ever forget it.” 

-You might be a witch putting him under a spell with your sweet words.

-He believed you and with that he relaxed in your grip, hugging you like his life depended on it because in his eyes, it did. 

Todoroki Shoto

-He couldn’t even count how many times he was told he looked like his father today. 

-He couldn’t begin to describe how gut wrenching those comments were.

-One would believe that being compared to the retired n.1 would be a big fit for an upcoming hero but not for Shoto. 

-The first thought that always runs through his head when those words are heard is his mother. 

-The fear in her eyes and how much she hated his left side, to the point of scarring him for life. 

-He begins to wonder if you too look at him with such disgust and hatred from time to time. 

-He knew of your dislike towards his father since you two were in high school and he finally shared his past with you. 

-This undying dislike carried on into your adult life even after multiple family dinners and warm, friendly exchanges with Endeavor. 

-Did you also think he was like his father? 

-Did you see Endeavor when he walked inside your shared apartment at night?

-He got home before you or at least that's what he remembers.

-You found him with his head resting in his hands and back pressed against the hallway’s wall when you returned from your patrol. 

-At first you thought that he was hurt but after he didn’t answer to your fifth call of his name you knew it was more of a mental struggle. 

-Crouching down to his level you slowly pried his hands from his face, giving him a smile once his eyes came into view. 

-Cupping his cheeks, you brushed your fingers over his scar once, twice before leaning in and giving him a little peck on the nose, then on his forehead, then on each cheek, on his scar and last on his lips.

- “Sho my love, what’s wrong?” 

-Your hand was now running through his hair, untangling the soft locks of white as your other still lay on his other cheek, your thumb making small smooth circles on his scar. 

- “Do you see me as Endeavor?” 

-Taking in a sharp breath you stopped your ministrations for a moment before shuffling closer to him and raising his chin so he would finally meet your eyes. 

- “I see Shoto when I look at you. I see the shy boy who wouldn’t sit next to me during movie night in our first year so he wouldn’t make me uncomfortable. I see the boy who overcame his fears and used his quirk. I see the pro hero who has saved hundreds of lives in the three years he has been in the industry. I see the man I’m in love with. So no, I don’t see Endeavor.” 

-He looked at you then, really looked at you. 

-You were smiling at him, one of your sweet as honey smiles while your eyes almost sparkled as they were locked with his. 

-In one swift movement he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you flush to his chest a thousand I love you’s leaving his lips as he kissed senseless. 

- “Now would you like some takeout soba from that place you like or homemade soba with my lovely cooking.” 

- “I wanna actually eat so takeout.” 

- *le gasp*

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the brothers cuddling with mc

includes: mammon, beel, and lucifer

I have brainrot for these softboys tonight idek. I am going to dabble in some headcanon-type of writing to see if you guys like it! Enjoy!

Also, my ask box is open if you’d like to pop in an ask for a particular brother or prompt! (fic prompts as well huhu)

☆ lucifer

you were the one to initiate it, at first

he had come back to the mansion run down from his brothers’ excursions

you yourself were tired as well, and thought of ways to ease some of the tension between you and lucifer

grabbing blankets, pillows, and sheets, you made your way to the living area and began to set up your pillow fort

you haven’t made one since you were a kid but hey, this shit is cute and the perfect thing for lucifer to relax

once you set up everything, you quickly ran and grabbed his sleeve, attempting to drag him towards your surprise

but damn he was a big guy

“What is the meaning of this?”

“oh come on, just trust me on this one, okay bud?”

warily, he relented and let himself be dragged down the stairs and away from his study

you lead him to the pillow fort, adorned with fairy lights and placed perfectly in front of the projector you brought

his eyebrow shot up immediately

“what is-”

he barely finished his thought before you pushed him into the crowd of soft blankets and dim light of the fort

peeking your head in you threw yourself onto him

he caught you quickly, shuffling so that you  both were comfortable

“I’ll ask again, what in the hell is th-”

“its a pillow fort! c’mon lets unwind and watch drama.”

you fell back onto his lap, to which he responded by running his finger through your hair, chuckling softly to himself

you were odd, constructing this little den for the two of you, but he wouldn’t have your antics any other way. 

☆ mammon

BABY

no but like he would be such an ass about it

I think the first time you guys would cuddle would be when you are both so exhausted after studying, running from lucifer, just being idiots, etc.

after collapsing on the floor of your room he would suggest to put on a movie so you can both relax a bit.

agreeing, you would put in a random show that was lying around

about 30 minutes in, you realized that the floor was, well, bare and cold compared to the bed or couch you lounged on

subconsciously you would scoot closer to him, seeking warmth

he’d become very flustered when he realized what you were doing

“h-hey! what’re ya doin?”

“huh? oh, sorry mammon. I was cold is all, I guess I just leaned into you cause you’re warm”

you’d reach up to grab a blanket to warm yourself instead but would quickly be stopped by his hand around your wrist.

looking down he would whisper

“s-s’all right, you can lean on me all you want, ya know...”

beaming, you would slide in between his legs, leaning back onto his chest and curling up.

he would stutter a bit, completely flustered by your actions

slowly, he would put his hands around you and pull you in closer

resting his head on you, he would breathe in the smell of your conditioner

“warm enough now?”

you could hear his heart beating fast, a steady thump thump thump 

“yeah, mammon. This is nice.”

you could feel him smile into your hair

he could have stayed there forever, with you in his arms

☆ Beel

when isn't he trying to grab onto you?

dude lives for grabbing you when you make meals with him

he would have you chopping up some type of vegetable and just hold onto you as you do it, leaning his head onto your shoulder

“need some help?”

you’d decline, much preferring the large man clinging to your back like a baby koala.

His large hands would wrap around yours anyway, guiding the knife into delicate cuts

he’d spin you around and feed you bits of the vegetable

very wholesome kitchen cuddles

once you both were finished preparing the dish, he’d give you your serving and you’d plop down onto the floor, Beel following suit

after eating, you would feel yourself getting sleepy, leaning onto his shoulder as he continued to chow on his massive bowl of food.

He wouldn’t notice that you fell asleep on him until he was finished eating

but when he did, he would immediately pick you up and plop you onto his chest, engulfing you into another one of his enormous hugs

he would 1000% treat you like an animal that fell asleep on his lap

wouldn’t budge an inch until you woke up, even if he couldn’t feel his lower half after a while

nuzzling his nose into your hair, he could only consider himself as the luckiest man in the world

he was full from a homecooked meal and had the person he loved most fast asleep on his chest.  

[obae-me]

hi!! may i please request nsfw headcanons of the brothers (+ Diavolo and Barbatos, if you can) with an MC with a pastel aesthetic who usually wears skirts and thigh highs who loves plushies and is a brat in bed??

This is my first time writing NFSW headcanons so I hope you like them! 💜

NSFW Below The Line, Please note that even if these are suggestive I always write with equal consent in mind.

Lucifer

Oh no. When they came down from the human world in light pink clothes, looking innocent and naive, he knew he was going to have his hands full. Their stark contrast against the Devildom’s bold dark colors was just screaming for some lower demon to take them.

The more he got to know them, the more MC drove him wild, but in a good way. They pushed his buttons in all the right places, puffing up his pride and then tearing it down in a tease.

Whenever they wore thigh highs, which was often, he would get distracted, wondering what those thighs would look like tied up in his many ropes or ribbons.

When they finally got to bed together, their behavior was even worse.

“Is this all the Demon of Pride can do?”

They were a brat, and he needed to put them in their place. If they were going to act like a child, they would be punished like one.

He wouldn’t stop till they were obedient. Till the mouth that would dare mock him was singing his praises. Till they knew who to obey. And he wouldn’t give them any pleasure till they begged for it.

Mammon

Their bright and soft aesthetic reminded him of a child, and the last thing he wanted to do was be a human’s babysitter. However he would never have guessed how deep MC would have him wrapped around their finger.

He’d end up giving them anything they wanted to keep them happy. MC would abuse this just a bit. If he was going to be their sugar daddy without knowing it, they wouldn’t refuse. He’d pamper them with clothes, cute gifts, plushies, all because he couldn’t resist how they looked when they pouted their lips and asked him for it.

They teased him though, god, how they teased him. Not only how they looked but how they acted, especially with demons other than him. But push Mammon too far and he can be even more possessive than Lucifer. He’s the Demon of Greed, and if he wants something, he’ll take it by any means necessary.

If they’re already in bed with him, kissing and teasing, but being a brat? Denying him what he wants with a smile and a roll of the eyes and watching him get flustered over it? That’ll drive him wild. He’ll growl in their ears and take what’s his. Making sure to mark them in several places so everybody can know who MC belongs to.

Levi

They remind him of a kawaii anime character. He’ll fall in love with them immediately. None of the demons around here ever looked like that. Even the school uniforms RAD had were always dark and mature. He could barely look at them without blushing.

MC knew this and lived off it. They’d purposely get close to him, grabbing his arm and pushing their chest close against it. Wearing extra short skirts just to expose just enough skin to make him all red in the face. He’s a shy baby most of the time, until the demon comes out of him.

They would dare question his otaku reputation? They would dare talk about being with someone else just to make him jealous? They would dare snatching one of his prized figurines to hide it behind their back?

“If you want this back, you’ll have to go through me~”

He’s played so many dating games that he knows the only way they’ll be satisfied is through force. He’ll play them like a game and make sure he wins. With his fingers in all the right places till MC finally ends up the one red and flustered.

Satan

He couldn’t care less how MC decided to dress. Aside from a cultural perspective, fashion was never important to him, what someone looked like was insignificant next to how much they knew.

MC knew this and so they would act dumb around him, but for the life of him he couldn’t discover as to why. They did just fine in their studies, and surely they couldn’t be as dumb as they pretended to be.

Until they got a little more familiar, and MC would do things to him and act stupid as an excuse to get away with it. Surely they knew how he felt when they rubbed against him in sensitive areas. About how he felt being compared to Lucifer. Were they insulting him? Insulting his intelligence? Nothing made him angrier.

“But how am I supposed to know unless you teach me?”

Oh Satan would teach them a lesson alright. Class was about to be in session. They would know how to behave around him. They would be taught how to act if they wanted for him to please them so badly. If MC knew what they were doing, they would have to be prepared for his wrath to be unleashed so well bad they’d not be able to walk to school tomorrow.

Asmo

MC is so cute he can’t stand it. They’re both pink and bright and beautiful. The Devildom is so bland and drab, meaning MC is such a breath of fresh air. He knows all sorts of outfits that would look amazing on them.

Ooh, they’re going to be bratty? How cute, he can be bratty too, so who would win in the end? Anything MC said to him he just found endearing. He’s been in bed with everyone, honey, he knows how to handle them.

Ah but what he wasn’t expecting was for them to cut them off completely. To shun them and act like he doesn’t exist, on purpose. He had enjoyed the bratty game, because it was some form of attention, but now they’re not even giving him any of it? The shining Demon of Lust has to be the center of all their attention.

That outfit MC was wearing wasn’t cutting it. He’ll tear it off and give them something...better to wear. He has a separate closet full of clothes he wants to see MC in. Especially if it makes them turn that bratty attitude shy.

He’ll make sure they don’t forget him or ignore him again. He’ll have them memorize every inch of his body and sear it into their mind. He’ll have his moans be the only thing they hear all night. Ensuring it’s impossible to ignore him. He wants MC to know his body better than their own.

Beel

MC reminds him of something sweet like a marshmallow, he has to be held back not to eat them right off the bat. He only just needs to be patient...

He doesn’t really pick up on the behavior at first. They want something to eat? He’ll get it for them. If they throw a little tantrum if the food is wrong, they can have his, he’ll eat anything. He’s more of a protector, not a punisher, and so he doesn’t quite get why MC keeps acting like this around him.

So MC had to step up their game, and decided to eat the last of his special ice cream. When he found out, he was furious. MC knew it was his, and it was a limited flavor that won’t be back for another century. 

“What’re you going to do about it?”

If they ate his ice cream, he was going to have to eat something else. He’d just have to have MC as the appetizer, main course and dessert. He’ll take their clothes off with just his teeth. Leave them with faint bite marks as he nibbles on them. He’ll finally get to taste them through thoroughly, feasting off of them until he’s full.

Belphie

MC looked soft, like a pillow or a colorful cloud during sunsets he remembers seeing in the human realm. Even just looking at them made him sleepy. 

He’s Sloth, he doesn’t have the time or the energy to deal with MC’s taunts or advances. It exhausts him, and he’ll just sleep it off.

Or that’s what he’d like to do if MC would let him sleep. They’ll talk about anything to keep him awake. They’ll shake him. Bother him. Rattle him up. Even go so far as to sit on him and straddle his body, refusing to let him get rest. He gets cranky when he’s tired.

If that’s how they wanted it...he’ll stay awake, just to pin them to the bed. He’ll make sure MC’s noises are muffled by his pillow so they’re not too loud. He won’t stop until they’re so exhausted they’ll have no choice but to fall fast asleep, with him doing even more to them in their dreams. That night MC will be his pillow.

Diavolo

He liked how MC looked. It was different. It was human. He couldn’t get enough of amazing little humans. He especially was fond the way MC seemed to forget the fact he was a ruler. A Demon ruler. The brothers that MC had gotten to know so well were fallen, yes, but were angels originally. They weren’t Hell Breed demons. So no one had ever treated him the way MC did, and it drove Lucifer up the wall which he found so much more entertaining.

MC was trying so hard to get him riled up, but he’s been alive for ages, he’s had demons of all sorts out to get him mad, to lose his composure. To ruin his image. It wasn’t going to happen, adorable human, try as they so desperately may. He’d let them think it was working, just to humor them.

He thought it was so refreshing to be teased instead of worshiped for once. He wants to see how far they’re willing to go. How far they’re willing to push their luck. He’ll treat their boldness with rewards, but he also has an image to maintain, so there’s no way MC is getting out of this without ending up on their knees. He’ll just postpone it as long as he’s able.

He’ll have them discover how much power he has, how much people fear him, how much special treatment he’s given them thus far. They’ve never seen a demon like this before. His very presence emanates superiority. At the end of the day he’ll find out how much more satisfying it is to have MC at his feet than anyone else.

Barbatos

Barbados is Diavolo’s source of information. None other than him could be the one to directly serve the Lord himself. He knows everything about MC. Everything. Every MC from every timeline and possible outcome. Which means that the fact that this MC was here like this says he chose them. He chose to be here in this present with this MC.

He’s the most composed demon in the Devildom, even surpassing Lucifer and Diavolo himself. No one will ever know if they’ve pissed him off, his expression is unchanging and they’ll find themselves along the branch of time where they die their worst death.

So the fact that MC was purposefully trying to frustrate him up was amusing. Of course he’d never do anything to harm them since they were important to Diavolo and the program, and he was quite fond of them.

He’d show them possible bedroom events they could have together, but would never give them any until they asked for it. He was still a gentleman and a butler, and so he wouldn’t do anything until someone told him to. He’d be pleased watching MC spend ages trying to pry him out of his cool-headed nature so he could do as he would with them. But eventually they would succumb against his unwavering gaze and beg for Barbados to fulfill some of those futures that he taunted them with.

[pseudofaux]

headcanons for comte, dazai, + your choice when they hear their s/o having a spicy dream next to them?

Oooooooh, I like this one a lot, and I liked it even more when I saw this follow up:

THANK YOU! 🥰 Ohohohoho, gonna have a field day with this one. This is a really great request, thanks for including my two favorites in there and letting me choose the third! 😚 Dazai’s gets a little dark/jealous and Mozart’s is... different... so if that’s not to your tastes, may wanna skip them (there are clear breaks between each character). I guess cw on all of these that I took the requester’s (A+) ask to heart. These situations are all in partnered relationships of great care and regard, but explicit consent is not here by the nature of the request. No one is in danger, these characters would never hurt each other, but these scenarios flirt and high-dive into >> dubcon << territory and two are a little dark. Please don’t read if that’s a fiction combo that makes you uncomfortable.

Comte takes her beauty rest seriously and takes great pride (and pleasure) in giving her the good sleep, so if she seems unsettled in her rest in his arms, he’s immediately alert and peering at her. He’ll brush any hair back from her brow and sniff-nuzzle at her temple like he can catch the scent of her dreams. He might be a bit of a fool generally but never in this: his woman is aroused in their bed, that’s not something a gentleman leaves be. Her rest is important, but her pleasure is paramount.

So he takes a middle path. There are things that he can do, as a pure blood, that lesser vampires cannot. And there are some things he, as himself, can do that others cannot, not even other pure bloods. They include whispering suggestions as he touches her (with so much gentleness and care), little scenes for her mind to make bloom in her dreaming. He thumbs one of her nipples through her nightdress and seeds the spring ground of her sleeping mind with erotic fantasies of being loved in front of a coliseum of people, public and shameless and loud. He brushes the lightest kiss imaginable against the top of her ear and whispers what he’d do to her underwater.

He’s very careful not to wake her. But he does continue to touch her as she relaxes into the dreams, and once she’s cum on his fingers, well. If her beautiful lashes and lips both part in blissful confusion, it’s his responsibility to make sure she closes them right up again, on his kiss, as he reminds her body what they can do in the waking world. Especially in the dark when their bodies are close and warm and she smells like bliss and he aches for her.

—|—

Dazai watches her without interacting. He doesn’t have Comte’s sureness of what’s going on inside her head, but he’s slept with more women so he has some sureness all the same. The tiny, unagonized moans in sleep... he knows what those mean. It makes him playfully, very lightly cruel, because petty jealousy simmers up fast. What’s she dreaming about, hmm? He can’t know it’s him, humans can never know each other’s minds so well. No matter what she’s say upon waking, he actually does try to wake her up, or at least test her wakefulness. He does it in soft ways: a whispered “Toshiko-san?”, a gentle drumming of his fingers on her shoulder. But when that makes her posture fall open in the bed next to him, his golden eyes narrow to see it, and his teeth come out. He puts a hand at either side of her head to hold him body over hers, does not bother to move her slip, and scrapes the top of her shoulder with his fangs, and when that has her whimpering and rubbing her thighs together— maybe one of her hands rubs dreamily as well— he puts just a little more pressure behind his teeth, enough to drag trails of heat over her chest. Whimpering becoming gasping makes him press his mouth to hers, firmly... it’s only the give of the pillows and the way they catch all the pressure that keeps her from waking then. He gets moody and kisses her with the intent of waking her up and fucking her, but her sleepy arms going around his back still him.

I was having the nicest dream, she confesses.

He hmphs.

You were nicer in the dream.

That melts him, and when his fingers touch her they’re mollified and apologetic, and he does what she likes best when he finds how wet she is. He gets her wide awake, so wide awake her eyes go wide for him, and his jealousy seems so silly and so small a thing.

But he keeps fucking her and keeps her awake until the sun rises. Just in case.

—|—

Mozart has zero idea what’s going on, he only knows that she’s not sleeping peacefully. Their hearts are intertwined but they don’t cling to one another in sleep, so he actually turns his back on her at first (!) and tries to go back to sleep himself... until she reaches out for him, hand slapping and then stroking his back when she finds him. Her touch is that way of hers, lingering and warm, and moving down the plane of his back and over his hip. It turns his brain to useless noise and he sputters and turns over before she can reach him. He grabs for her wrists with a frown but her sleeping face is so etched with need— he didn’t know, but now that he looks at her there’s no way not to— and her body is gently undulating on their sheets. He touches his forehead to hers and she’s warm, impassioned. He’s about to tut at her unconscious foolishness and figure out how not to hold this against her when his name comes out of her mouth, as though the breath hopes to travel to his own dreams.

“Wake up,” his whispers. She only sighs and her arm goes lax in his grip— she is somehow never doing as she is told! “Wake up,” he says again, now pleading and far from sure what to do with her.

“Bite,” she moans in her sleep. Never, ever does she do what she is told, what she should. “Please, please.”

Her hand surges forward and he is too stunned at the inhuman quickness to stop her. She throws the arm over him senselessly and seeks out his mouth as though it is some key she needs for an escape neither of them can really see. Her leg gets itself over his hip, unslow and fevered the way they only are with each other. His body goes hot like it must match hers degree for degree, and when she rocks against him he groans and grits out one more “Wake. Up.”

She hum-whines instead, ridiculous in her sleep, and he can stand that even less than her core grinding against him though the satin she wears to bed, all that she is arousing him beyond reason. So he puts his mouth on hers to stop her noise but her lips open and he falls into her mouth like always, seeking her as she sleeps and seeks him.

It doesn’t even work to shut her up, now there are whimpers studding their kisses, pinning all the world in place, especially the two of them tangled in one another. She slides her hand down her back and it is not done with the love she shows when she is awake, it is rapid, a wash of heat against the muscle that protects the side of his ribs. Her hand is already on him before he can do anything but choke out a cry that finishes just in time for her “touch me, too” to register in his useless brain.

What else is there to do? He touches her, fingers finding her sopping and trying to calm her as he arouses her. And he enjoys her touch, the precise feel of her hand a joy that he knows, the way it touches him foreign, proof she is not entirely herself.

She pulls him close, pushes herself closer to him, and uses his body as they continue to kiss, their tongues so much slower than their hands. She is sigh so sweetly and peacefully into his mouth as she fits herself around his fingers and uses the head of his cock against the needy—has he ever known such a need? even for sustenance, or for a perfect arrangement of notes?— crown of her sex and rubs him back and forth until they both begin to shudder. He spills in a mess, ground against her skin, one hand half tucked inside her and the other palming her bottom to keep her close. The stretch of his fingers should not be near as pleasant as he finds it.

Her sigh of his name is so satisfied it is as if some magic cast on her has fled the room and given her back to herself. She murmurs his name and shifts against him. He hates the squelch, sticky and unrefined, but something in the back of his brain itches to see it.

“Wake up or go to sleep,” he tells her. She does not answer, already well beyond him in dreams. Or so he must hope.

So he takes his time and looks his fill.

[deepdonutkid]

Please headcanon it! I agree with lit everything you've said, especially the arguing with Tommy and John being soft and supportive

John with a communist girl- head canon

author's note:

This is my first x reader thing, I guess. This is also the first request, sorts of. So thank you anon, whoever you are, for my first writing request on Tumblr.

Requests are still open btw

Okay, this was a little longer than I expected! And yes, John's kids are mentioned! I just love them and I could write another headcanon about them as well! With fan art, because I have clear pictures of them in my head.

I typed this on my phone, because rn I'm at my parents house with my crappy laptop and it's too slow for me. Usually I type so much faster.

I'm a communist myself so this was very funny to write, because I know my 'linke macker' or just 'mennes' and how to avoid them.

Warning: drinking, violence and bar fights

John always had a thing for strong women. He just doesn't like women who doesn't know what they want and are too shy to talk to men.

He thinks he women shouldn't be scared of talking to him, because he would never hurt a woman. That's why, he can handle shy girls. He doesn't want to carry the whole conversation and he doesn't like silence.

John wants someone he can talk to and also with. Full length conversation about everything. Which cigarettes are the best, if he should wear his cap or the other, what to have for dinner, which card game is the best game... Stuff like that

Since his first marriage he knows that in a good marriage it's you two against the problem and not you two against each other. That is the reason he is looking for a partner, someone he can rely on.

When he first heard your name, he laughed it off. A woman leading protests... He just couldn't believe other men would listen to a woman and follow her command, because he knows men too well and how they treat their wives.

Then he saw you on a pedestal giving a speech about women's rights and he was quite impressed by your volume and your powerful voice. Actually he was just passing by, but he had to stop and listen for a while. You made some fair points. Women did a lot of unpaid work, men could or would never do. But he had to go after all, because he had something to do.

He thought about you once or twice, but after seeing you in the Garrison for the first time, it was something he would never forget. You argued with a man, who confronted you about your speeches and told you to keep your mouth shut.

John was already on the edge of his seat, to help you out, when the man graped you. Faster than he could process it, the man went down. With unbelieving look on his face he stared at you. Never ever he had seen a woman like you. A woman a strong left hook like his.

Finally he stood up and made his way up to you. He grinned, completely smitten, and asked if everything was okay. You brushed it off. Of course, you didn't need help. No damsel in distress here!

Then he had to try something different, because he wanted to talk to you, more now than ever. But he seemed to get a clue, why so many others listened to your speeches and why so many man respected you. Just while standing there you claimed, what was rightfully yours, respect. Everything about you, your whole presence, was so powerful, even a little intimating, but that just turned him on even more. So he asked you about your political opinion on police violence and now it was your turned to be stunned.

Nobody outside of your party wanted to get in a discussion with you, but there he was right in front of you and the smile on his face was honest. He didn't tried to make fun of you. The Shelby was different than all men you had met before. So you went with him back to his table and just talked, talked all night and about all sorts of things.

You just couldn't believe you met a man like this, so charming, so respectful like this in the Garrison. All about him was interested. You felt for his voice and the glance in his eyes when you explained something to him.

Both of you didn't recognize it at first, but while talking you moved closer and closer to each other. Suddenly his hand went on your lap. He moved it away quickly and apologized with a smile. Then you took his hand back, while looking deep into his eyes. It was the moment you knew you passed the point of no-return.

Everything went pretty fast from there. He kissed you, you kissed him, his hands were all over you, despite being in public, and the casual night out ended in his bed.

When you woke up first, you wanted to get away just as fast as you arrived, but he stopped you. Right before you could leave the bed, John hold your hand.

"leaving already?" He asked: "let me make you a cup of tea first"

The way he said with his sleepy voice was all it took to make you stay after all

Then you heard something that made you nervous. The sound of small feet making their way up to this room, mixed with squeaking voice of a little girl

"you got kids?" You croaked

John nodded. "Didn't you know?" Because everybody in Small Heath seemed to know. Kids aren't a secret anyway.

No, you didn't and you shook head. You knew his name, his reputation, but otherwise you didn't bother to listen after the Shelby's name was dropped

Everything the Peaky blinders did was not really legal or nice, so you wanted to stay away from them and further troubles.

Now you slept with one of the Shelby brothers and wondered, if you made a mistake last night by walking home with him.

John saw the concern on your face. "You have a problem with that?"

You eyes widened and you shook your head again. "No. No! I love kids." After taking care of your younger siblings and the kids of of your older siblings and probably a dozen cousins, you knew you loved kids.

And you had a plan to get some children of your own, but you were to busy to work for women's rights and worker's rights and the revolution.

And as you got older you realized that most men took their women for granted, while they did so much for their husbands everyday. You didn't want that for yourself. And you did pretty well on your own. Why would you need a husband anyway?

But something in your heart melted while you looked at him with his kids. You just couldn't deny that and soon you became his girl.

Everybody seemed to know and they treated you different now. You disliked it, but there was nothing you could do about, so you just made your peace with that.

One evening John and you laid in his bed. The kids were already asleep. When John whispered: "I want you to meet my family."

Of course you saw them passing by and they greeted you. Once you sat with Arthur in the Garrison, while waiting for John. But you hadn't talked with them more than a few words.

Then again, you weren't so sure, if you would like to. You knew Tommy from before the war, while he was still in your party and a communist. But that was before the war changed everything. Tommy- you heard from others- became a cold-hearted asshole, who didn't even smile since he came back from france.

While being with him in the party, Tommy and you wouldn't stop "discussing things". Actually you two fought everytime and about every little political issue. One time he threw something at you. This was how much you liked each other and you still had the scar and your forehead from book he threw at you.

John stroked you head and said: "everything is going to be alright. You'll see." You nodded in agreement. If it was his wish, you just couldn't say no. And maybe you could get along with Tommy after all.

But no, it wasn't that easy. Polly, Arthur, Ada and Finn liked you so much, but with Tommy everything was still the same. So not exactly everything had changed after all.

The both of you couldn't stop bickering at the dinner table. It ended with you storming of and leaving. Or at least you thought this was the end.

Right after you slammed the door, you heard John yelling: "I was about to ask her, if she would marry me! Don't ruin this for me! This is my life."

Then you really had to leave. You were scared John would come after you and ask you right away, because you didn’t know what to say.

You ran straight to your parents home and hid there. When the panic vanished you knew your answer.

That night you sneaked to his house and knocked. John seemed so relieved to see you. “I looked for you everywhere, y/n!”

“The answer is yes.”, you sputtered with gleaming joy

It came out of nowhere and John just kept starring at you with the same confused expression

Then you added: “I want to be your wife”

You could see his brain processing this infromation. John still looked baffled.

A grin appeared on his face as he realized what you just had said. Just secounds later he pulled you closer for a kiss

tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl

[charming-2d-boys]

Hello! This is the “lost in bedsheets” anon. I hope you forgive me for requesting when requests were closed! Here is my request: I have a tendency to get “lost” when I sleep. I hate the cold, so I have an abundance of pillows and blankets and sleep in a tight fetal position, but I often wake up to either me getting suffocated by all of the pillows and blankets or my family running around and shouting and looking for me. May I have headcanons for the Adultrio with and this kind of SO? 🙏

Hello again! And don't worry, I just hope I didn't sound too harsh or anything (if I did, I apologise 🙇).

Hmm, I think I understood your request, but I also hope I did it justice. 🤔

I also hate the cold and love fluffy and soft blankets, so I totally understand you ✊😔

Thank you for your request and I hope you'll like this! 🙇💕

Chrollo

everything had been quiet for the past two hours while Chrollo had been engrossed in his reading in the living room

and you’d gone to take a nap since you weren’t feeling too well after a hectic day

he’d left you to sleep peacefully but with the door open a crack, just in case

panicked when he heard you take several deep breaths and the rustling as you scrambled through the mass of blankets on top of you

Chrollo put his book down and immediately went into the bedroom

only to find you breathing heavily and with your hair all over the place

you both looked at one another in silence

Are you okay, love?

you only nodded

his grey eyes flitted over your bed hair before a smile slowly overtook his face

Chrollo entered the room fully and sat down on the bed, pulling you into a hug as his free hand tried to fix your hair

you could hear him trying not to laugh and you only pulled back to look at him, smile already on your lips

What’s so funny, mister?

You look ridiculous.

he laughed lightly and you pinched his side playfully

he was lucky he was so cute when he laughed

and that you loved him

Let’s go to bed. This time, I’ll make sure to keep you from drowning in the blankets.

Hisoka

yeah, after the first few times that this happened, Hisoka has learnt his lesson

this happened several times when he wasn’t at home for a few weeks

and when he’d come at some crazy hour in the morning and not see you in bed or anywhere else

he would scratch his head a bit because there was a big pile of blankets and pillows, but there was no movement coming from it

he took a step closer towards it nevertheless and finally saw the slow movement of you breathing

Hisoka slowly moved a few blankets aside and saw as you shivered

it wasn’t even that cold, but he guessed after hours of being warm, this was to be expected

he’d already taken a shower before coming over, so he only changed into more comfortable clothes and got into bed with you

he always loved keeping you close, and this time was no exception

you were wrapped in his arms, legs intertwined, and with the both of you covered by several of your blankets

if you were that cold, then he’d keep you warm for as long as you (or he) wanted

though, it seemed to Hisoka that you liked the idea since you only snuggled deeper into his warmth

Illumi

Illumi had brought you another blanket

your place was so cold

but it wasn’t your fault that your administrator was, ahem, a jerk

Illumi would’ve taken you back to the estate

but it was late, far away and you had work the next day

your boyfriend was only with you because he had had a mission in the next city

and then decided to sleep at your place and stay for the weekend since the next day was Friday

Illumi, are there other blankets?

No.

you were huddling in the middle of the bed, wrapped in several layers of blankets

Illumi brought another one and put it around you before taking you onto his lap and putting his arms around you as best as he could

Still cold?

you nodded, the feeling of your teeth chattering making you unable to talk, just in case you bit your tongue

Illumi just hummed before tugging the blankets out of your hands and actually pulling you into his arms, before covering the both of you with the blankets

the feeling of his skin and warmth pretty much made you glue yourself to him, seeking more

Illumi smiled and kissed the top of your head, hugging you tighter

and that smile came back when he felt you melting in his arms as you slowly fell asleep

he gently lowered the two of you down on the bed and made sure to have the both of you wrapped up and warm before the sleepiness reached him as well

Illumi just hoped he wouldn’t lose you in the amount of blankets around the two of you

even though he’d just find you quickly before keeping you close

he was used to the routine by now

[mimizepp]

may i request poly bruabba relationship hcs if you’re okay writing that ? 😛

i can never get enough bruabba goddamn i love them so much.. fluff + nsfw hcs and i added some scenarios for how the relationship came to be just for some fic practice i guess? enjoy !!! (also sorry my nsfw headcanons are never great but i tried)

poly bruabba relationship hcs

- bruno and abbacchio always saw their soon to be s/o in libeccio, alone most days but sometimes joined by a friend or two. they sat at a table relatively close to + facing the entrance, visible to anybody walking in 

- half due to suspicion, abbacchio always made unbreaking eye contact with s/o. it wasn’t anything threatening but he surely didn’t make himself appear too friendly. the way s/o never failed maintain this mutual gaze intrigued abbacchio, enough to tell bruno about this strangely sexy person of interest

- bruno was equally compelled to s/o, and even started to subtly express his interest once he and abba discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship

- bruno would slow down as he passed by s/o, just barely dragging a long finger along the table as he gave a soft, bidding smile. abba would follow behind, a mellower expression than usual, which s/o returned

- little bouts of small talk sprouted from this, s/o charming the hell out of bruno and abbacchio. s/o would occasionally join abbacchio outside for a quiet smoke, which he thought to be quite endearing

- for a while s/o never joined bruno nor abbacchio for a proper meal, as they were always with their associates or whatnot. it was a tad disappointing and s/o almost felt as if this friendliness between the three would never become anything more, but one morning bruno and abbacchio walked in libeccio, abba going the usual way and bruno approaching s/o

- ‘cara/caro, would you care to join us somewhere more private?’

- after melting under that sweet, familiar voice of reason, s/o gladly followed. in the private area sat abbacchio at a table in the corner, bruno escorting s/o to a seat beside him. abbacchio smirked and poured s/o a cup of (NON PISS) tea before questioning them about loads of things

- before s/o knew it, they were in a poly relationship with two of the sexiest gang members in italy

fluff

- abbacchio softens up a bunch and always has this understated, loving expression when with bruno and s/o

- bruno becomes even more of a mommy and loooves babying s/o and abba on their days off

- YES THIS MEANS HE LETS THEM SIT AROUND AS HE DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM IT’S HIS PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE AND ITS SO SWEET

- if he’s been overworked due to passione business, s/o and abba like to take care of him for the day so he can unwind 

- bruno and abba feel really bad that they have to leave s/o for work so often so they’re always calling to check in + love bringing little gifts home for their s/o

- if bruno and abba come home exhausted / beat from work they’ll cuddle up with s/o and form a little bruabba nap sandwich for a little while

- if s/o’s back is ever turned, either bruno or abba will be going in for a soft little embrace just for a few moments (or longer if they feel like chatting and swaying for a bit)

- bruno and abba love bringing s/o to libeccio, whether it’s to accompany them in meetings with the bucci boys or just for a comfortable meal together (it also just reminds them of how this beautiful little relationship came to be)

- btw the bucci boys really like s/o + love how abbacchio softens up when s/o is present (saves giorno from constant berating and glares)

- little comforting things with hands are all the pda abba is able to tolerate (there will be arms wrapped around waists, hands resting on lower backs, and hands held AT ALL TIMES)

- s/o and bruno love teasing abba and like to kiss one another in public, just to see if he will want to get a peck of his own (leone usually doesn’t induldge himself when they’re out but will defo be glaring with an eyebrow raised until s/o and bruno stop)

- one time s/o just went for it and placed a little kiss on abbacchio’s cheek + bruno took a photo just as abba’s face was its deepest shade of red

- if any single one of the lot is sleepy, all three are required to cuddle up and get cozy (it’s an unspoken poly bruabba rule)

- the same goes for little kisses at home. if abba gets three, then bruno gets three... etc.

- s/o and bruno often wake before abba and love surprising him with breakfast in bed :,)

- just once did abba wake up super early and try to surprise his babies with a meal... he burnt everything and was later found on the kitchen floor sipping a glass of wine and eating a blackened piece of toast

- abbacchio likes doing his hair and makeup in the quiet company of s/o + bruno (who will be doing whatever necessary to make sure his braid + bob are up to par)

- abbacchio sometimes gets really indecisive and asks s/o and bruno if he should try out his black or green lipstick, but he always ends up going with his safe choice despite anything said (light purple)

- on lazy days at home abba ties his hair back loosely and wears a large tshirt with boxer briefs and some comfy ass slippers + bruno has his hair styled very slightly and wears a cute little sweater with comfy pj pants. s/o wears one of abba’s large tshirts with just undies underneath as well as some fuzzy socks

- bruno is often dreaming of having children with s/o and abba + really wants to have a nice little house to raise them in the countryside someday

- dates are usually planned by bruno, who loves having s/o and abba in cute family-owned restaurants or niche little locations that he knows his babies would adore

- abbacchio has planned several wine tasting dates along with a few afternoon picnics. he always takes s/o and bruno to this quiet, secluded park that has the loveliest view

- sometimes abba and s/o tirelessly try to come up with ways to surprise bruno + thank him for all his hard work as a milf, and they normally end up trying to cook his favorite meal (bruno is so grateful for this even if it doesn’t taste the nicest.. he loves the sentiment though and his heart feels so FULL)

- bruno says ‘i love you’ not only through his words, but also with his touch. s/o can always tell when bruno is embracing them in a way that communicates such a feeling, whether it be a kiss on the forehead or the squeeze of a hand. he most often likes to stand behind s/o with his hands on their hips, so he can lean in to kiss their cheek and bring his arms around their waist and hug them as tight as possible

- abba says ‘i love you’ with his eyes and facial expressions. whenever doing daily / domestic tasks with s/o, abba holds the warmest, most adoring look on his face as he looks at his dearest. s/o always meets his eyes and blushes before reminding abba how much they love him, to which abba responds with a light ‘mm’ full of intimacy

nsfw

- as much as s/o abba and bruno hate to admit it... jealousy and lust are MAJOR players in the bedroom

- bruno gave s/o more attention than he gave abbacchio? abba’s making sure he gets his share of it and has the two follow his every demand + won’t let them finish until they’re begging for it with tears in their eyes

- so many hickies / love bites EVERYWHERE

- also loads of purple kisses will be all over s/o and bruno’s chests

- abbacchio loooves having s/o take him from behind as bruno plays with himself (and vice-versa)

- ‘bruno can’t wait for his turn to get inside you... i know you’d love that, you fucking whore.’

- abbacchio likes being pegged by bruno while giving s/o oral more than he’d like to admit + still won’t let s/o or bruno finish until he wants them to

- whenever pegged by bruno or s/o he usually gets super bratty and loves being punished with many slaps on the ass / accross his face

- shibari.

- abba will intricately tie s/o with their hands bound behind their back. he and bruno will have a liiittle too much fun teasing s/o until they’re nearly crying +  begging one of the two to fuck them senseless

- if bruno ever gets to take the lead he makes it much slower and intimate most times, focusing loads on foreplay

- he likes having s/o and abba wear blindfolds so they never know where his next touch will come from + is always down to tease with some nipple play

- looooves lightly tracing his fingers down s/o and abba’s torsos until he reaches their inner thighs and watching his babies shudder beneath him

- if s/o or abba ever whine during foreplay or lean into his touch, bruno will punish them by making the other cum first and then edging the impatient party until he’s satisfied

- ‘hm, it seems you’re coming close, amore mio.’ he will cease movement completely and smirk, ‘i’ll let you finish soon enough.’

- abbacchio likes cumming inside s/o or bruno, but doesn’t mind having to pull out and finish in their mouth or on their chest

- bruno loooves finishing all over s/o and abbacchio while they have their mouths wide open and waiting for him

- as for what happens after sexytime, abba is the first to get sleepy and ask s/o to cuddle + bruno goes and gets towels and some glasses of water for his two favorite people

- s/o bruno and abba will cuddle for a little while and make sure each of the three is satisfied and soothed + then they’ll all lovingly drift off to sleep at some point during the night

- they will all be showering together quite sensually in the morning with plenty of sudsy groping