#oh hes freaked out by these anons alright

[mammonsrockstargf]

I headcaon that in the obey universe Demon kids always look like a mix of both parents. So when the 7 Brothers finally get to meet MC’s Parents they are absolutely freaked the fuck out at how MC and their Mother look like carbon copies of each other, just that their mother has a few more wrinkles and suspicious/unimpressed face bc who tf are all these men that their child brought home. But basically that’s the request, just MC who looks like their parent please! :P

Oh, anon, this is interesting because well the demon brothers’ father is… well God I guess? The same goes for Simeon. Satan was made from Lucifer's wings so I guess the closest he has to a “parent” is Lucifer. According to this post, Barbatos has mentioned that he’s never been a child. The only demon parents we really know anything about are Diavolos and his dad kind of seems like a dick?

So the vibe I’m kind of getting here is that demons just don’t really have parents in general. Or maybe it’s more of a harp seal situation where after a couple off days they just leave their kids to fend for their own? When they find out MC has parents that they see regularly (assuming that this MC does) they’re just like… You have parents? That you visit? And interact with? 

I think Lucifer would be the most polite one out of the bunch. He’d introduce himself to your mom and apologize in advance for his brothers’ behavior. During dinner he’ll sneak little glances here and there, eyes darting between you and your mom. So this is what you’ll look like as you get older? Interesting.

Mammon on the other hand has zero shame. He’s definitely going to find any photo albums and embarrassing pre-school photos of you. He might even pocket one or two to look at when he misses you to make fun of you.

Leviathan is going to be, well… Leviathan. Stuttering, confused, definitely very spooked by your mom regardless of whether she’s a scary woman or not. He won’t say much, he’ll just kind of be there. (Unless your mom asks him a question about what he does and he’ll go on a very nervous tangent until someone stops him.)

Satan is the second most normal after Lucifer. Maybe even more because he reads human literature. He’ll comment on your bookshelves and if you have one in your old room then he’s checking that out as well. Seriously, what is “A Diary of a Wimpy Kid” and why is it on your bookshelf? On the other hand, if you have Narnia or Alice in Wonderland he’s definitely stealing that. Regardless I think Satan is a parent-pleaser and parents just love him. He’s that one friend that’s insane but parents are completely oblivious about it. 

I think moms love Asmodeus. (Then again who wouldn’t?) He charms her and compliments her perfume . “Is that Chanel No5?” Later you’ll ask how he knows human world perfumes and he’ll give you a look and tell you “Chanel goes beyond realms,”. Your mom will probably be gushing over him and next time she’s on the phone with you she’ll ask “When are you bringing that beautiful friend over again?”

Beelzebub is awestruck. I don’t think he’ll say much but he’ll take in every detail of her looks. This is what you’ll look like when you get older? The thought brings a weird feeling to his chest. Leave it to Beel to have existential thoughts when meeting your mom. He’ll wreak havoc in your fridge if he gets the chance. (Luckily Lucifer is very aware of this and does not let him. He’s brought a shit ton of snacks to prevent this.) 

Belphegor is also polite to your mom. I imagine feels kind of sheepish because, you know, lesson 16 and here’s the person who gave you life. He’s definitely a parent-pleaser as well, I think he brings out the caretaker instinct in parents all over the world. He’ll be so polite he might even ask if it’s alright that he takes a nap on your couch. (He would have taken one anyways but he still asked.) When your mom fusses and says “Oh no, the couch isn’t comfortable for sleeping, you can borrow MC’s old bed,” he turns very smug. 

I think overall it would make the brothers very sentimental to meet MCs mom. It’s a direct way to see how you’ll look once you get old. They’ll probably be more gentle with you for like a day before they’re back to the usual antics. 

Oh well, this turned more into just the brothers meeting MCs mom, but I hope you still liked it, anon! <3

[privitivium]

would you do a pathetic loser character x yandere jock reader?

fuck yeah bro. ts got me all excited KEKEKRK.. this is one of my favorites. thanks anon.

pathetic loser darling x yandere jock reader

both amab, cw;; creepy, perverted reader - dubcon, stalking, disturbing reader

dude... you just couldnt help yourself. youre serious! you had no control of your thoughts. it was so awful at first... forming a little crush on some guy you have no business having a crush on-? as a jock type, youre automatically to fall for some girlㅡsome cheerleader, or even some loser - but not some loser ass introvert... yet there you were... jerking off to polaroids of him in the comfort of your huge bed - moaning n groaning out his name and imagining his smaller hands wrapped around your dick instead of your ownㅡhe's so cute, so pretty, so lovely -

you cant wait to see him tomorrow... following from afar from his home that was so conveniently close to yours... you wonder why you havent made your move yet - but it takes time, alright ?!!! you want him to be comfortable around you first... brushing against him in the halls and offering small apologies - grinning wildly as he squeaks n runs off blushing with an apology of his own... so cute. so fucking cute... you,,,youjust cant stop imagining those lips wrapped around your cock... hes soprettyy... soon, you'll be friends... then best friends... then l-loversㅡ

thinking about this fucking nerd in all sorts of disgusting ways - merely passing him in the halls and never communicating or anything! it hurt so bad... it was just so painful to be away from this little freak... this fucking outcast. one of those loser nerd types, fitting right into the teen movie archetype of a nerd with those fucking glasses ( of course ) and nose length hair tucked behind his ears - he was just so pretty... so dainty, almost. those lips - thick and full and just great makeout material... sucking on them til they were dark n bruised and even bloodied-!! fuck he'd look so good with blood dribbling down his chin... there you were, there you would be, lapping it up and peppering kisses around his mouth all teasingly - dont-! don't. get distracted. dont... fucking get hard... think... gross things...

b-but... your cock argues with your thought process, prick bulging from your jeans and you feel so embarrassed... this always happens ! you get distracted while observing your little freak in his equally little place of comfort - back of the campus, where a forest resided, you were watching him from afar; as always... observing is allㅡyou were his secret protector. shoving away the notorious little groups of friends known for fucking with those weaker - making sure to beat the piss out of them and tell them sternly to keep away from your little crush... you didnt want someone to harm him - but it was okay if that someone was you. fantasizing and jerking your cock to the thought of restraining him and verbally destroying his smart lil mind - but obviously, making sure to cheer him right up afterwards. you were big on aftercare in your daydreams...

oh, god... and finally having him in your grasp,,, making him vulnerable and him having to rely on you as you keep him in your huge place... it was out of no where and you clearly couldnt stick to the plan of friends, best friends, and lovers - that theres your boyfriend and you were sick of him not acknowledging that-! "hey, hey, it's okay..." you coo gently, snickering to yourself at the mess your boyfriend makes of himself - sobbing in your thick burly arms and squirming so much that you involuntarily get hard - "you're alright, silly... i have you."

ㅡbut yes, that was the problem... you had him. he couldnt think on whether or not to be actually scared out of his wits or nuzzle into the warmth your chest emanated, he did have a crush on you but he thinks youre taking this t-too farㅡ "it's huge, isn't it? you'll be okay, i promise..." nuzzling into the side of his head after guiding his hand to your weeping cock, the euphoric feeling of his hand shakily wrapping around the base - he was still sniffling... whispering to him, "you be okay, hnn? don't grab too hard, i'll have to do something to you..." not elaborating on your last sentence... the thought of having to hurt him just because he hurt you first made your heart clench,,,

[satoruhour]

IDK IF U WILL SEE THIS OR ANYTHING BUT! is it ok if i request smth small and it starts off with gojo and the reader having a lil bit of banter by text, and the reader then says “satoru ur so pretty u should start a kissing booth for easy money” (as a joke ofc) and he was like “good idea” and went offline, making the reader freak out for the rest of the day until they came back to their apartment….. and found satoru set up a whole kissing booth in their living room

a/n: this is so cute!!! ty for the request anon <3 in this megumi is under satoru’s and reader’s care, tsumiki never went into a coma, and you’re married too / 1.3k

you loved satoru’s compliance. when you tell him that he should never cook again as a joke, he listens with a wide grin and a face that’s burnt on one side, sweeping the hard charcoal pieces of pancake into a pan. when you tell him you have two left feet, he simply laughs and just plops you onto his own, making you look like a fool waddling around.

a lovesick fool.

you’re left smiling into open space until a notification cuts you out of your daze, smile twisting into a questionable expression as your husband sends a picture of him posing in front of some boba tea shop, a promotional banner stating get spanked by one of our staff and get a free cup of boba tea!

[9:17am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: bet i’ll do it

[9:18am, delivered]: satoru. now. youll do it even if i dont bet you???!!?!!?!! 

[9:18am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: hmm… compelling argument, i’m afraid you’re correct

a few minutes pass and you are confident it’s him asking for a spank with a blinding smile on his face, probably pointing to one of the male staff because i have a wife at home, y’know? she’s so pretty and hot-headed and hot and—

[9:20am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: photo attached

boba acquired 😈😈😈😈

[9:21am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: oh yeah, one of the staff called me pretty. was a guy btw. had to flash him one of my peace signs and i just know he swooned

the raise of your eyebrows returned, though you stifle a chuckle.

[9:21am, delivered]: he did not swoon i promise you

and another picture comes in, his face all up in the camera with a comical pout on his face and your laughter comes out more freely this time, basically hearing the looks you’re getting from the commuters in the subway, though your eyes are only focused on satoru, on the curvature of his lips and the peek of his baby blues behind the sunglasses you bought for him.

[9:22am, delivered]: joking. you’re so pretty, you know that right

years ago you would’ve told yourself that it’ll only fuel his ego, but that was long before gojo satoru had decided you were everything and more; where he values everything you say, where you’re all he worships. one compliment from you could shut him up forever.

[9:23am, delivered]: you should totally start a kissing booth for like …. $4 a kiss or something

it’ll be easy money ngl and then we can share the gains 

[9:23am, the strongest and handsomest and coolest husband 🩵]: woah… good idea baby. alright then!

and gojo satoru goes offline immediately, leaving you left out in the cold, confused and perplexed when the satoru??? where the hell did you go??? texts fail to be read. it’s not often he does it, usually sending you a plethora of hearts or some stupid ugly sticker before the conversation ends. on the way to the school, you’re continually texting him, too, looking way more distracted than you would like to be in front of the students.

“sensei? any reason why you keep checking your phone?” yuji asks after lunch in the classroom, both arms tucked under his head.

“hm?” you answer but your eyes are still glued to the screen, the taunting ‘last seen at 9:23am’ taunting you endlessly and megumi looks like he has half a mind to just blurt it out, but he thinks it’s worth seeing your reaction later as he takes one more look at his adoptive father’s updates, sending picture after picture of his progress and he keeps the device tucked under to avoid any suspicion.

[14:09pm, my terrible father figure i guess]: do NOT !!!! SEND THIS TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE . i wll literally humiliate you in training later if you do

megumi sighs.

[14:10pm delivered]: don’t you already? also stop texting me loser she’ll find out 

the raven-haired boy later is left to comfort you later when you’re holding onto the phone a little too tightly, and by then you’ve already gone through every possible thought. satoru dying, satoru meeting a curse that’s higher than a special grade, satoru on a rampage to kill the higher-ups, satoru—

“you’re going to die worrying about gojo-sensei like that.” and you roll your eyes, hand fishing around in your bag for the keys to your shared home while your eyes never leave megumi. it’s been like this for as long as you can remember: you being the voice of reason, megumi taking your rambles like he always has, gojo usually just laughs.

“yeah? well? how could i not?” you fumble with your keys and pick out the right one, putting it in the keyhole easily from the many times you’ve done it and you swing open the door, “not when he’s the strongest who has to take care of so many things without any rest! what if he got distracted and took down infinity? what if he—”

and sometimes you hated gojo’s compliance (you’re lying to yourself).

upon opening the door, the living room was full of cardboard boxes and cut out shapes, paint over the floor and on his jujutsu uniform, an all-knowing, but still stunning grin that you wanted to slap off of him. the chaos of the cardboard led to one thing: a small counter completed with a tip jar, his free cup of boba tea and a large sign that said kissing booth: $4 for a smooch!

and a smaller sentence is parenthesis, ‘free for my baby.’ the statement almost, almost gets you but you manage to ask him in a monotonous voice, “what are you doing, gojo satoru?”

“hi…?” megumi smiles secretly to himself before closing the door for you, putting the keys in your outstretched hand and it’s sort of the routine the three of you fall into everyday now. alas, with tsumiki staying in her university’s dorms, it was a little lonely for megumi, but the two of you were enough entertainment for him.

“well i was just listening to you!” gojo gestured to the whole place, which will probably be a pain to clean up, “who can blame my silly little brain for wanting to do a project to make my wife happy?”

you cross your arms in retaliation, but in all honestly, you wanted nothing but to greet the sorcerer with an embrace, something you’ve been meaning to do since your worrisome attitude from the morning. reluctantly, you frown while you make your way to the makeshift counter, immediately leaning forward before satoru puts a finger on your lips with a teasing smile.

“ah! four dollars please!”

bonus

“i was really worried, y’know,” the words are muffled from the way you’re buried in his neck that night, inhaling the scent that you missed all day. it’s summer in japan at the moment, but you find yourself craving his skin more than ever, a hand going up to brush through his stark white hair.

“’m sorry, baby,” satoru pulls away from you, as with you, sending you a small smile before pecking your forehead, “i promise to tell you what i’m up to from now on.”

you lean forward to close the gap, and all the kisses you exchanged earlier were definitely not enough. softly, your arms wrap around his shoulders while a leg goes over his body, gojo sounding out a little surprised hum at your eagerness. smiling into the kiss, satoru only plants more kisses to your nose, your lids, to your eyebrows and your chin, and another gentle one to your lips.

“even if it’s arts and crafts or maybe attempting to make you some strawberry tarts.”

you slap his chest lightly, a faux shocked expression filling your features, “i thought we agreed no more strongest sorcerer in the kitchen?”

“of course, sweet girl,” satoru lands one last deep kiss to show you truly the extent of his love. but even then, he knew it wasn’t enough, so he hoped, at least his words were, “i only ever listen to your voice —  none else matters.”

i love him

[frogspond200]

𝙹𝚊𝚡 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

Requested by: Anon

Ask: I wanted to request a Jax X Reader but it is ANGST HEAVY. If you want a happy ending for this one that's your choice <3

Warning: Angst

Summary: Jax x Reader who essentially took a vow of silence after he pissed them off one too many times. They REFUSE to speak or even acknowledge him. The other characters (including Zooble...surprisingly) pressure him into apologizing. Eventually Jax attempts to apologize fa half-assed one at that) speaking to them through the door. He doesn't get a response, gets a bit frustrated, but just hopes that they heard him. He walks away, unaware of the black mass sitting there at the other side of the door. If only he had apologized sooner, maybe then he wouldn't have pushed them over the edge.

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Jax knocks on your door, not caring less that you were on a vow of silence… “look I'm sorry for teasing you but I just like doing it. You're just sensitive and I should have known” he had a sarcastic tone in his teeth “but I forgive you for ignoring me. Now will you come out, cry baby?” …there was nothing but silence behind the door. He growls and rolls his eyes “Fine. Be that way.”

As Jax walks away, he can't help but feel a sense of regret and unease. He knows he messed up and wishes he had apologized sooner. Little does he know, the black mass sitting on the other side of the door is the manifestation of the reader's pent-up anger and frustration.

Jax stops and sighs walking back to your door and knocking on it louder “Hey. Listen up…because I'm not gonna say thing again” Jax utters.

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm sorry. I messed up and I know I should have apologized sooner. I'm a…" he groans “Jax@$$” he chuckles, trying to brighten the mood, he does expect you to talk back so he keeps going.

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "But I'm trying. I am. I want to be better and I want to be here for you. I'm sorry if I let you down." His ears fall a bit as he leans his head on the door, banging it softly.

“I’m sorry…dollface” he whispers. He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He stays like that for a few moments, before hearing the sound of a door opening…

You were glitching, not too bad but bad enough for Jax to freak out. “Oh shit.” he whispers “Is this my fault…” he knew the answer to that…his hand reached out to touch you, pulling you into a hug.

His embrace was tight and strong, as if he was trying to protect you from the harsh reality of the stand you hug him back “You're a fucking jax@$$”

“Alright. Alright. Enough with the pun.” he sighed. They were angry, pouty tears in your eyes as you, very fucking softly, punched him. “Alright…I deserve this” he chuckled. He hugged you tightly, trying to make up for his stupid joke. You wiped away your tears and hugged him back. You both stayed in that position, till someone walked in and you shoved him to the ground.

[sethsclearwater]

so i just saw your play fighting blurb with poly!readerxquilxembryxseth where they're giving embry shit for not catching reader before she falls and wanted to ask can you pretty pls do a blurb about that time reader went out with embry and broke her ankle and the other two boys find out?

lol ofc!! this is the blurb anon is referencing in case y'all haven't read it yet!

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embry barely had a moment to process what you were doing before he heard the faint crack when you hit the ground of the parking lot outside of the local grocery store. it had only taken him a moment to get over to you and, from the look on your face and the sound, he knew you'd definitely just broken something in your ankle or foot thanks to the ice outside.

by the time he'd managed to get you back into the car and to the emergency room, you were a total mess. although he'd continued to reassure you that you were okay, you were quite literally sobbing over a combination of the pain and the concept of having to wear a boot for the foreseeable future.

your comment about the boot had definitely made him regret mentioning that he was pretty sure your ankle was broken but, if he was being completely honest, he was more concerned about dealing with your other two imprinter's.

so, nearly an hour later, you found yourself at the emergency room laid down on the hospital bed with a rather unfortunate looking boot on your ankle while you and embry waited for the discharge papers.

you were pretty quiet, just quietly sniffling which only had embry feeling worse about himself, "pretty thing," embry murmured, coming to sit on the edge of the hospital bed after the doctor left the room.

you sniffled again before looking up at him only to see him frowning, "you're okay, yea? promise it's not that bad," he reassured, sliding one hand over yours so he could gently squeeze your hand while the other ran up your side so he could cup your face in his hand.

"'m sorry," you murmured after a moment, more tears streaming down your cheeks when you saw the way his brown eyes softened at your words.

"'s not your fault pretty thing," embry reassured, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead for a few moments while the two of you sat in silence, "does it still hurt?" he asked after a moment, lifting his lips from your forehead to look down at you.

"not as much as it did," you whispered, but before embry could respond to you the door opened to reveal your other two imprinters, quil and seth who both looked rather freaked out.

seth was the first to move, quickly stepping over to the other side of the bed so he could sit down and take your other hand into his, "oh pretty girl," he cooed, offering you a soft smile that had you blushing as all three boys focused their attention on you, "embry said you hurt your ankle," he murmured after a moment and you nodded, sniffling as yet another round of tears came streaming down your cheeks.

seth sighed, looking over to quil who sat down next to embry on the bed so he could run his hand over your thigh, "they said it's broken," you murmured, leaning into embry's touch as his thumb gently brushed away the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"you broke your ankle?" quil repeated back to you and you gave him a small nod, anxiously looking over to embry who just pressed his lips to your forehead again.

"they're not mad at you pretty thing," embry reassured, "definitely mad at me though," he added, lips curling into a smile against your forehead when he heard you let out a quiet giggle at the concept of seth and quil getting mad at embry over your broken ankle.

before you could respond, the door opened again as the doctor stepped back in, "alright mrs. call it looks like you're all good to go," he started, failing to see the flabbergasted looks all 4 of you had on your faces as he looked through his clipboard, "just keep the boot on, take it easy, and you need to see your primary doctor in 2 weeks for a follow-up, okay?" he asked, setting his clipboard down to look over to you, also now wearing a shocked look on his face when he saw how all three boys were sitting on the bed with you.

you gave him a thumbs up which had him cracking a smile, seeming to help with the awkwardness in the room, "alright well you let me know if you need anything then, alright?" he asked and you nodded, gaze drifting over to embry who offered your hand a gentle squeeze.

the doctor handed embry the discharge papers before he was leaving the room. as soon as the door closed, seth and quil were whipping their heads around to glare at embry, "mrs. call, really?" quil asked and embry let out an exasperated sigh.

"i didn't say anything - she's the one that filled out the paperwork," he started but seth jumped in before he could continue to make his case.

"she has a broken ankle and you made her fill out the paperwork? why would you do that?" he asked with a laugh, him and quil clearly both not all that bothered by it but still clearly loving giving embry shit for it.

"i don't know her medical history-" embry started, the three of them continuing their bickering before you let out a dramatic sigh after a few moments.

quil gently squeezed your thigh, "you wanna go home?" he asked, offering you a goofy smile when you nodded.

"alright let's get you out of here then, yea?" he asked, all three boys getting up so they could help you into the wheelchair and get you out of there.

bonus: the boys finding out at the follow up visit that it was actually reader that put down 'mrs. call' as her preferred name and they're all flabbergasted that she was the one that did it and not embry

[shankschewtoy]

Can I request Zoro, Luffy and Sanji reacting to their partner having an allergic reaction, like it’s so bad they can’t breathe. Perhaps it’s a new dish sanji had made and their partner didn’t know they were allergic to something in the dish until now. :D

a/n - this is supposed to be serious but if you know me I can’t be serious with one piece characters most of the time 😭 sorry anon but there’s crack in zoro’s and luffy’s💀🫶

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, reader has allergies, crack (zoro and Luffy’s part)

- lunch is Luffy’s favorite time of the day, nothing can stop him from eating lunch (it’s important to have 5 meals a day obviously 💀)

- there’s breakfast, breakfast 2, lunch, after-lunch meal, dinner, and then dessert (there’s like two deserts but he doesn’t think it counts as a meal)

- today, Sanji decided to use a sea king Luffy absolutely destroyed (it tried to steal his breakfast, rip sea king)

- it looked a bit sketchy, but Sanji can cook anything and make it taste good-

- but even as he was cooking it, the smell of it that filled the sunny made you a bit woozy, causing you to become quite fatigued

- luffy was too focused on how excited he was to eat it, so he didn’t notice your symptoms. He was literally drooling all over the poor sunny. it was gross asf

- bro couldn’t wait so he ate the ladle Sanji was smacking him with 💀💀💀💀💀

- “LUFFY SPIT OUT THE LADLE I NEED IT.” -Sanji

- “I GOT A SPLINTER IN MY THROAT AGSJBSISBDJFNC-“ -luffy (he’s choking on the wood)

- “LUFFY NOOO-” -chopper

- when the time finally came to eat, you were only starting to feel worse, that stench of the meat was making you even more nauseated than before

- you had started to cough more frequently, having a constant itch in your throat that just wouldn’t go away

- “Are you alright y/n?” -robin (shes so caring 😭🫶)

- “I’m ok robin- thank you.”

- you tried playing it off as nothing, but it was getting hard to breathe, your vision becoming blurry as you sat down next to Luffy at the table

- you tried to take a bite, barely being able to swallow it, struggling to get the food down

- “Y/n.. Do you not like it?” -Sanji

- you stared down at your hands, and you noticed that little red dots had started to form on your knuckles, spreading down your wrists

- you couldn’t breathe.

- “Y/n…? Helloooo?” -luffy

- he tried waving his hand in front of your face, but you ended up passing out onto the table face first

- “OH MY GOD Y/N DIED.” -luffy bro you suck 💀💀💀

- chopper immediately rushed over, having to literally shove Luffy away from you so he could inspect you

- cue Luffy running around in circles freaking out about how you died in front of him (like ace)

- “IM SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND I LET Y/N DIE IN FRONT OF ME-“

- it turned out you were allergic to this specific type of sea king, and chopper managed to give you some medicine to help you feel better

- Sanji kept apologizing, making sure that he would never cook this again in the future

- “ARE YOU OK Y/N?! HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?” -luffy (he’s holding four fingers up but this dumbass can’t count)

- “Four.” -you

- “CHOPPER Y/N’S DYING SHE THINKS IM HOLDING UP 4 FINGERS AGSOWBDOSNDJNFOXNC-“

- omfg Luffy pls 😭

- you love this guy but he’s dumb af

- Sanji absolutely adores cooking for you, he’d do it every minute if you wanted 🫶

- he practically knows every single dish you like by heart, and can recite all your favorite fruits and vegetables

- he always loves making new recipes for you to try, you’re his most trusted taste tester! (It’s not luffy- bro would eat the food and the plate too so he’s disqualified)

- today, he wanted to try a new take on some foreign food items he got from the market

- he hadn’t ever seen these before, but he had a knack for knowing which things would be delicious and rich in nutrients

- ever since the smell of the food traveled onto the sunny, you noticed that it was harder to take deep, full breaths.. but maybe it was just because the air was thin

- it didn’t go away. It only continued to worsen as Sanji kept cooking

- soon you started to cough, and have shortness of breath

- Sanji quickly stopped smoking, thinking that perhaps it was because of him. And he took you outside for a moment for you to get some fresh air

- your symptoms just wouldn’t go away! Irritatingly lingering around like some insect

- the time came to test out the new food, and your cough had worsened, your heartbeat racing from your lungs struggling to breathe

- it tasted good.. But the moment it traveled down your throat, you could feel it closing, as if your airways were completely blocked

- Sanji noticed it right away, and ran off in a panic to get chopper, supporting you from behind as chopper inspected your throat

- Sanji didn’t know what to do.. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew he had to do whatever he could to make you feel better. He hated seeing you in pain!

- his hands carefully held you up as he allowed you to rest against his chest. Chopper confirmed that it was a severe allergic reaction to the food… And Sanji couldn’t believe that he was the one that caused this

- he immediately made Luffy scarf the food down to get it away from you, and made a mental note to get mad at the merchant that sold him the meat later (anything for y/n 🫶🫶)

- he did whatever he could to make you feel better.. Water? He’s already got it. Take you to bed? Of course! A nice blanket? You don’t even have to ask

- he felt so guilty! He never meant to make you have an allergic reaction like that.. He kept apologizing- over and over

- “Y/n- I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know you were allergic to that. I swear I’ll never cook it again, do you need anything? Water? I’ll get it for you! I’m sorry- you don’t have to forgive me- it’s completely my fault.”

- poor guy was ranting about how he doesn’t deserve you anymore 😭

- you had to reassure the man that it was alright, and that you turned out to be alright in the end!

- “No but seriously please don’t cook that again I think I almost died.” -you

- “IM SORRY Y/N IM SO SORRY-“ -Sanji

- bro is literally on his knees begging for forgiveness 💀

- zoro’s solution to anything health related would either be to sleep, drink, or take a shit

- stomach hurts? Take a shit

- feeling stressed? Take a shit

- need a break? Take a shit (copyrighted by zoro)

- he’s a tough guy, and he’s not very smart sometimes 💀

- but you love the marimo nonetheless 🫶

- he had just finished his 29th fight with Sanji today, and it was right on time for lunch

- you were amazed by how Sanji could argue and still try to kick zoro’s head off at the same time

- today, you felt oddly stiff and uncomfortable, were you getting sick?

- you didn’t start feeling under the weather until Sanji started cooking lunch… But you didn’t pay attention to that, you tried to press on and bare through it with a grin

- it got harder and harder, and your head started hurting next.

- “Your head hurts? Did you shit today?” -zoro

- “What the fuck does my shit have to do with my head zoro?”

- he’s dumb just leave him be

- of course he’s concerned for you, he just doesn’t know how to help you 👍

- he continued eating his lunch, and you managed to take a bite of yours after a couple minutes of mustering up the strength

- you couldn’t breathe

- you started panicking, grabbing zoro’s arm to tell him something’s wrong. This wasn’t just a cold- this was something BAD

- “Y/n? What the hell? You look horrible rn-“ -zoro (did he just insult you 😭)

- he finally realized that something was really wrong- and he started freaking out-

- he started slapping your back to try and get you to spit out the food- he thought you were maybe choking

- “Y/N? ARE YOU CHOKING? STOP CHOKING.” -zoro (wow zoro you’re so helpful 💀💀💀)

- you thought he’d be helpful? Yeah nah 😭

- bro was literally abusing your poor back, you swore he broke some kind of muscle back there

- chopper ran over, quickly inspecting you before deducing that it was an allergic reaction to the food

- “What the hell’s an allergy??” -zoro

- “It’s when people’s bodies don’t like a certain object or thing- it makes them cough or sneeze and maybe even does what it did to y/n.” -chopper

- Mosshead is so confused right now (he’s never been sick 💀)

- You started feeling better after chopper gave you some medicine to clear your system of the food.. And thank god- you felt so much better than before

- “Y/n you could’ve just shit out the food.” -zoro

- “I CANT SHIT ON COMMAND YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER-“

a/n - Luffy can’t count 💪

[fanficriter]

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug with a friend who has bad luck and dodges death almost everyday -🐇 (Bunny Anon)

(Take this request when you want to)

My first emoji anon this is so exciting hello

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Adrien Agreste with an Unlucky! Reader

Warnings - Being held hostage of the Eiffel Tower, canon level activities

Notes - Not the best and probably a bit ooc i havnt watched the show in a while soz!!!

Gender Neutral Reader

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- Oh geez

- Just doesn’t know how you do it

- The way he has to swoop in and save you because you’re once again being targeted by an akumatized villain is beyond him

- Not to mention how he’s always keeping an eye on you at school with the amount of times you’ve almost fallen down the stairs ❤️

- Telling him stories about how you almost died so casually at the lunch table

- “Oh yea i almost got hit by a truck yesterday!”

- “WHAT?”

- He worries for you 😭

- Poor guys always texting you asking if you’re alright

- Learned some first aid from Nathalie just incase

- One time he saw you walk under a ladder and freaked out

- “I read that walking under ladders gives you bad luck, you should look where you’re going!”

- Read that black cats bring bad luck

- Lowkey thinks he might be the problem

- Tells plagg to keep his distance 😭

- Every time a villain has a hostage it’s always you

- Alya’s blog is just filled with you being held off of the eiffel tower by some villain in a funky costume

- “Look! They’re holding someone off that building!

- “Oh geez, not again…”

- When there’s a villain around, he’ll always get you to a hiding spot before transforming

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This definitely is not my best work so sorry it’s like 2 in the morning i’m tired

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Omg please please can you write something about Daryl experiencing accidental stimulation. Like in a situation where he really shouldn’t but something accidentally gets him hard and needy and he’s hoping no one notices but he’s so pent up… UGH🎀

Please ily❤️

ANON THIS HAS ME LITERALLY ROLLING AROUND IN MY FUCKING GRAVE?? TEARING MY WALLS DOWN?? KISS ME RIHJT NOW???

Now I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of situation he would be in where he’s getting riled up in the process but call me Carol the way I can make magic happen (if nobody gets this reference I will lose my shit)

SUBMISSIVE DARYL AND HIS MOMMY KINK MAKING THEIR GRAND GLORIOUS RETURN

READER IS VERY DOMINANT IN THIS IDK WHAT HAPPENED

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If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to buy himself a new one, which he really needed to do.

No amounts of mental or physical begging would shut his thoughts up, not even the group of flesh-eating freaks closing in stopped his thinking.

A familiar heat starts to burn in his stomach, and his fist clench tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white as he naturally took a few steps back before plunging forward, driving the weapon into a walker’s head and watching it’s body drop. Man, he really wanted that to be him.

“Daryl”

He drove his knife into a rotten skull, yanking it out and not bothering to watch it crumble before he stabbed another, and then another.

“Just like that, D”

Blood splattered across his face when his knife dug into a walker’s hollow eye-socket, dragging the blade out and sending it back into it’s head, this time killing the damn thing. Daryl kicked it’s rotting corspe off him with more force than necessary, watching how it flew into yet another staggering body.

He took a few steps back until his back bumped with Aaron’s, who Daryl completely forgot was with him.

“We’ve got this, yeah? Just keep taking ‘em down” Aaron panted heavily, mace on his left arm raised and ready. “Yeah” Daryl mumbled absent-mindedly, as he stared at the walkers in front of him, not thinking about killing them even as he found his hunter’s knife once again driving home to a walkers skull.

“Oh god, yes… yes just like that babyboy”

Someone kill him, now.

“Daryl?!”

Aaron’s voice ripped him back to earth, back down to reality where he had been subconsciously pushing back against the last few walkers snapping their jaws in his face. When did they even get there? He fully shoved them off and sent his knife into each of their heads, silently sliding it back into the holster amd moving to gather his crossbow and bag.

He purposely ignored his rock-hard cock, and how good the fabric of his jeans felt against it when he crouched down to sling the weapon over his shoulder. Aaron, however, wasn’t letting Daryl off that easily.

“What the hell was that about? You alright man?” There was no anger in his voice, just pure confusion. He stared at Daryl with wide eyes as the man continued to walk. No, he was not alright. How could he be when he was walking home with eight inches of pure arousal between his legs? “M’fine. Jus’ tired s’all” He grumbled, lying through the skin of his teeth as he hid his reddening face behind his hair. He felt like a sex-crazed teenager as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, begging his brain to just shut off.

“C’mon sweetheart give me more”

Aaron only furrowed his brows and turned his gaze forward, already not believing a word out of Daryl’s mouth. Tiredness has never seemed to have an effect on the burly man before, so what was the difference now? “You seem real out of it though, like you’ve got something on your mind” Aaron spoke casually, yet observed Daryl from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be breathing a lot quicker, eyes staring only straight ahead as his hand gripping the crossbow fiddled with it, the other uncomfortably fidgeting with his knife at his side. “Nah. S’nothin’, seriously” He shrugged calmly but Aaron still felt something was off.

His eyes flickered over to Daryl, taking in his whole body and studying the language, from his fidgety hands, to the way he chewed his bottom lip. He ran his eyes down his body once, and then twice.

Well, that could definitely be the problem.

Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, and Daryl snapped his head toward the sound.

“Wha’s so funny?”

“I just- Relationship problems?”

Daryl really wanted to hit him.

“No.” He barked, storming away with a laughing Aaron following after him. “Oh come on! The famous Daryl Dixon fighting the dead with a boner? Times must be real tough” Daryl shoved the cackling man, who only laughed at his friend harder, face beginning to shift between tomato red and a blueish purple. Daryl stood biting the inside of his cheek, feeling his own face burn a hot red out of embarrassment.

It took a few minutes for Aaron to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a few deep breaths. “Oh man. So, what’s going on, really?” Daryl huffed, keeping his gaze straight and staying on much higher alert. “Jus’ missin’ my woman. Ain’t seen her since we been out here” His voice was soft as he spoke the words into the air, mind starting to wonder off again at the mention of his lover.

“My sweet boy, do you need me to help you cum?”

He could practically feel your soft hands wrapping around his dick, stroking him slowly before bringing your hand up to squeeze around the head of his cock, the added pressure sending shocks flying through him. The thought of how you’d start to edge him by sucking and firmly stroking his tip, until his back is arching and his hips uncontrollably jerk into your hand as his cum lands on your satisfied face, having gotten exactly what you wanted.

Too bad for him he was only imagining that, blinking a few times before realizing he and Aaron were still walking, only they were just practically down the street from Alexandria when only a few steps ago they were nose deep in the forest.

How they got there? some God willed it, Daryl supposes.

For the first time, he didn’t have enough brain capacity to overthink on it. He had other, better things to think about, like the way he was going to practically melt himself into your body. He wanted nothing more than to fill all five of his senses with you, hands already aching to run across your soft skin, knowing how the blisters and callouses on his palms will leave goosebumps in their wake. Oh, how badly he wanted to flatten his tongue over the smooth pane of your stomach, tasting his way all the way down to your soaked panties, practically rubbing his face in between your legs and groaning at the smell of your dripping cunt.

If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to pay you for honoring him with your presence.

When Abraham announced their arrival in his loud commander voice, Rosita pulled back the heavy gates and slammed them shut once the two men were securely inside. Aaron just shrugged when Rosita gave him a questioning look, watching Daryl speed walk away after hastily handing off the rest of the stuff.

He almost wanted to sprint to the house, keeping his head down and loudly hoping in his head that nobody could see the way his cock strained against the already tight fabric of his jeans. Walking past Carol's house and seeing her reading a book on the porch swing, he quickly waved and swiftly increased his pace. She raised a questioning brow at his back, but shrugged as she reimmersed herself in the chapter.

Daryl threw the front door open, heaving slightly as he slammed it shut and cringed at the way the walls of the house trembled. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his crossbow in the middle of the floor, eyes darting around frantically for any sign of you.

You, who was coming down the stairs from how hard the door slamming rattled the house. You were only halfway down when Daryl latched himself onto you, almost knocking the two of you over. "Well hello there, hunterman!" You laughed breathlessly as he squeezed you in his arms, face buried in your neck as he inhaled the smell of your soap. Oh, he missed you so very badly. He lifted you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could walk up the rest of the stairs.

He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, dropping down you down onto the bed and downright moaning when his cock bumped your thigh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and licking the exposed skin of your neck. “God, someone’s eager today” You huffed out when Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly and sucked on your pulse.

Eager was an understatement, Daryl was straight up desperate for you. He felt so full of sexual frustration it was starting to hurt. “Need ya- Need ya ta fuck me, need it so bad” He gasped out when you pressed your knee to his crotch, oh it felt so fucking good.

“Such a bold request, Dar” You whispered into the air, hooking your legs around Daryl and switching your positions, moving to straddle him. He whimpered softly as you sat on his clothed cock. “You’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Daryl nodded against the pillow but you shook your head. “Use your words big guy”

“Yes! Been thinking about this- you- all fucking day” Daryl’s hips jerked underneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips when you pinned them above his head, a smal sob coming from. “Y/n please”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, trailing down to the reddened tip of his nose and stop at his lips. “Is please the best you can do?” Daryl groaned against you, “Dammit woman yer gonna kill me” You pecked a small kiss to his lips, standing up on your knees and toying with the hem of your shirt. “I know, and you’re gonna let me”

You lifted the fabric over your head, and Daryl almost came on the spot at the sight of your bouncy tits, hands practically burning with the desire to fondle and squeeze them. However, he kept them right over his head where you had them pinned, even though he could easily overpower you. He needed you to take complete control of his body.

His eyes remained glued to your chest, especially when you brought your free up to one and pinched a nipple, biting your bottom lip.

Your shirt dangled from your arm, so you moved to tie it around Daryl’s wrists, securing the other end to a bed post. Daryl’s heart pounded as anticipation bubbled in his chest, watching as you played with your own. He nibbled on his lip, watching as one of your hands slid down your stomach past the hem of your delicate panties, a small red pair with a black bow.

He desperately jerked his hips up and you cooed at him. “I bet you’re just so worked up aren’t you?” Daryl almost wanted to cry out of frustration, he so badly wanted to be buried in you wet heat, mind fogging from pleasure. “Yes! Y/n please, please I need ya”

You rolled your hips against him and he threw his head back as the short motion sent electricity through him. “Need me how?” God just kill him now. His vision started to blur with traitorous tears, tugging at his restraints. “Everyhow. Just need ta feel ya around me, on me- fuck- just fuck me please mommy” His hips jerked once more, this time Daryl’s face contorted as an orgasm washed over him, doing little to nothing to provide any sexual relief.

As you stared down at his trembling frame, running a hand up his chest and wiping away the tears on his cheek, you couldn’t help but smile at just how pathetic he was for you. It was adorable.

“My poor baby, you really are pent up. Making such a mess of yourself and I haven’t even had my fun yet” You kissed along the underside of his jaw, unbuttoning his shirt and grinding down against him. He whimpered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you devilishly moved your hips. His whole body was on fire, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you were something close of an angel ontop of him. He was so ready to hand you his entire soul, little did he know he already has.

You trailed your lips down his newly exposed chest, leaving a firey path as you kissed and sucked skin. Oddly enough, Daryl didn’t have a lot of chest hair, the pale skin bare and red where you suction your lips. You could feel his soft pleasured sounds vibrating his chest under your touch, feeling his quickened breathing as you moved down to his hard abs, dragging your tongue across them.

Daryl practically moaned at the sight and feeling, cock twitching desperately in his pants as your tongue ran down the start of his happy trail, fingers unbuckling his jeans and unbuttoning them. You took the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down slowly, staring into Daryl’s eyes as you did. His heart pounded erratically when you placed opened mouth kisses over his clothed cock, the wet fabric sticking to your lips. When Daryl’s hips twitched, you figured he had enough teasing and finally hooked your teeth over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.

His cock sprung free, and the cold air hitting his glistening tip felt better than it should’ve, even more when you gently blew on it. You followed the action by placing a soft kiss, and then another, before wrapping your lips around him. Daryl’s eyes rolled into his skull as you swirled your tongue and suctioned your lips, practically speeding him off the edge. He shamelessly moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and slid further down his cock, taking as much as you could before it bumped the back of your throat.

You gripped him tightly with one hand, stroking him up and down in time with the bobbing of your head, stopping every so often to suck on his swelling tip. Daryl loudly groaning and whimpered above you, pulling at his restraints as you brought him so close, so fucking close to his orgasm, hips twitching upwards as he tumbled over the edge-

You pulled off him suddenly, and Daryl felt like he had been slapped.

“Wha- Why?- Y/n no please” You straddled him once more, pushing your panties to the side. “Calm down babyboy, I’m right here” You whispered, dragging his cock through your wet folds. He needed to be inside your so badly, when you teasingly popped the tip into your entrance, he just couldn’t stop himself from snapping his hips into you, a broken cry coming from him as his sensitive cock buried so deep inside you. “God- Fuck m’so fuckin’ sorry, feels so fuckin’ good- holy shit you feel so fucking good” Daryl couldn’t even understand himself at this point, head thrown back as he choked on his sobs, so lost in the feeling of you tight around him. He was practically drunk.

You dug your nails into his chest as you rapidly bounced against him, his feet firmly planted against the bed. This was the best he had felt in his whole life, and in his head he was screaming “I love you” with every hard and needy thrust of his hip, sending his cock tip right into your soft sweet spot.

“M’gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum” You leaned down to kiss your poor babbling mess of a man, moaning against him when you felt his hips impossibly speed up, pounding into you from underneath. “Oh fuck babyboy just like that” Daryl pulled at his restraints, pure fire burning through his whole body as he was so, fucking, close. “Please keep takin’ my cock mommy please- God, m’so fucking in love with you” Daryl loudly whimpered the words into the crook of your neck, his body twitching and tensing as his hips fucked him through his orgasm, cumming deep in your guts as he went limp against you.

You both breathed heavily, running a hand through Daryl’s sweaty hair as his body continued buzzing, mind blissfully fuzzy and quiet. When he felt his hands be released, he immediately dropped them down to your tits, kissing and sucking on your neck as he groped the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love ya” He whispered as his lips moved along your jawline. You giggled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging his head back to look at you. “I know, you already told me”

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@darylsdelts I TOLD U I PINKY PROMISED 😝🎀 I MADE HIM EXTRA NEEDY FOR U

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[nom-nommmm1]

sorry! I have a suggestion: dead and y/n meet through friends and start liking each other without the other knowing and he offers to watch a horror movie with her one night (because she doesn't want to watch alone) and he's super shy and keeps a distance between them but she asks him to be there so she doesn't get scared. at one particularly scary scene she hides her face in his neck and he freaks out, and they kind of look at each other and finally kiss. then they have sex and he's very shy about it but she helps me feel better and it's amazing for both of them

THE MOVIE - PELLE/DEAD

Masterlist for more + taglist !!

A/n: Hey anon! Thank you for the idea I hope you enjoy! :) For context y/n is not a virgin but Pelle is

Content warning !!: shy!pelle x fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, dick riding, hickeys

As the wind flew past the window of the school building she shivered a bit. The science teacher always left the window open no matter the weather. Somehow a kid always managed to spill a chemical in his class that would be too toxic just to breathe in so he ended up just keeping his windows open all the time. “Alright kids, off to lunch” he says. All the kids walk their way to the cafeteria tiredly. It was a Friday and Halloween eve. No one wanted to do work, just make it through the day so they could go home.

I grab my lunch tray and make my way to my usual table to see Pelle Ohlin. We had only exchanged a few words, he was a friend of a friend, but for some reason I thought he secretly didn’t like me. Always staying a good distance away from me, giving me weird looks. You know what I mean. I sit down to see Pelle now talking to Euronymous, my friend and his band member. It goes quiet. Euronymous briefly pats Pelle on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear. What were they up to?

I see Pelle glancing at me in my preifereal view and try to ignore it. “H- hey y/n” Pelle says a pinkish tone now coming to his face. “Hi Pelle, what’s up?” I ask turning my body to face him. “O-oh uhm I was wondering what you were doing and all, since it’s like the day before Halloween” he blush deepens and he puts his hands on his face to try and hide it better. “Nothing much, I was going to watch a horror movie with my friends but they dipped and I’m not trying to watch that alone” I chuckle a bit embarrassed. ”Oh I mean I could watch it with you? I have nothing to do either..” he drags on awkwardly.

“You’d do that?” I look back at the ground, then at him. “Uhm- yeah if you want me to” he says his voice muffled by the sleeves of his shirt, he’s now resting on his arms. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you there?” I say getting up to throw my tray away, walking out of the lunch room. “Totally..” he mutters as I’m already gone, his blush now bright red. Euronymous chuckles, hearing the whole conversation, hitting Pelles shoulder playfully.

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A knock on my door startles me. I quickly open the door to see Pelle in a little more of a classy outfit then the one he wore to school. “Dude we’re watching a movie, why’re you dressed up?” I laugh pointing at his dress shirt and pants. “Oh uhm…I don’t know, I just thought I should dress up” I chuckle again. “You do you I guess” Pelle looks down at the ground, embarrassed. “Hey I didn’t mean it, I’m messing. Cmon in” I smile welcoming him in. He smiles back and looks around the living room. “Nice place you got” he says in a bit of awe. “Thanks, my parents are stuck at work for the holidays so I get the house as I please” he nods his head in acknowledgment, roaming a bit around the room.

“Hey, you wanna get the movie set up and I’ll get the snacks?” I ask glaring at him. He nods in response, choosing a movie as I am in the kitchen picking out snacks. “You don’t have any allergies do you?!” I shout from the kitchen, trying to shout over the popcorn popping. “Nope! Not any that I know of!” He yells back, chuckling after. The microwave goes off, I take the popcorn out and put it into a nice bowl. I come back with a few snacks and popcorn, grabbing two waters as well. “Can you get the blankets?” Pelle nods again, running over to my fabric closet and pulling out two soft blankets.

He hands me the softer one and takes the other. He sits down, us at a respectably distance from each other, the middle of the couch empty with space. I click start in the movie and get comfortable to watch. As the movie goes on there’s a few jumps here and there. But the tension in my body builds as the scene goes on. The now quiet moment after the woman has lost the killer.

The killer jumps out, the woman screams. I jump, practically jumping on Pelle. Hiding my face in his neck. Pelle pulls me away, looking at me dumbfounded. I blush embarrassedly as he looks at me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ I say but I’m cut off by Pelles lips. My eyes widen in shock. I quickly get comfortable in the kiss, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes I pull away for air. We look at each other panting, beads of sweat start to form on Pelles forehead. “Do you wanna…go all the way?” He asks cautiously. His eyes dilate just from thinking about him being intimate with me. I smile nervously. “If you want to” and that’s all I have to say before he tackles me in a kiss again.

His face flushing pink, he’s belly flips just looking at you..but him doing this to you..how’s he supposed to handle all of this? I smile coming in closer to him, pinning him to the couch. I pull away for a second “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say to him but he just shakes his head. “No no I wanna make you feel good” he says grabbing my hips, pulling me in closer.

I jump as a scream from the TV goes. Pelle chuckles, rubbing the skin of my exposed hips. “Hey nothing can hurt you babydoll, it’s just you and me here. I will never let anyone or anything hurt you” he whispers pulling me onto his lap. I smile, blushing a bit.

Pelle smiles back and takes me into a kiss. The once innocent kiss starts to get dirty, and eventually turns into us making out. He holds onto me tighter pressing me against him. His tent in his pants pressing up against my stomach. His face goes red. I laugh into his mouth, making him chuckle back loosening his grip, becoming less nervous.

Pelle pulls away, looking up at me straight into my eyes. “Can I..uhm take these off?” he asks referring to clothes. “Why of course” I smirk slowly lifting up my shirt. As my shirt goes up halfway Pelle does the rest takes my shirt off and throws it on the coffee table. He quickly unclips my bra and stops for a moment, taking in my figure. He then latches onto one of my breasts, groping the other one with his hand while the other is still on my hip.

I gasp as his tongue laps around my nipple. I can feel the bruises start to form on me from his hard grip, but I don't care enough to tell him to stop. Pelle sucks on the sensitive bits of my chest, going up and down the surface making me moan out. He creates small markings, not super huge but big enough to be prominent on my skin. Pelle takes his time with me, coating my chest in his saliva.

He pulls away from my chest, a string of spit following his path. He smiles, his lips glistening from his own salvation. “You're so beautiful,” he says before pulling my pants down painfully slow. “Last chance to back out my love,” he says, his brown eyes reaching my soul. “I'm ready,” I say putting my hands on his soft face, my hands gliding over his defined jawline.

Pelle lowers my underwear. His breathing speeds up, so close to the thing he's wanted for years. To think that his dream of being with you was about to materialize is driving him insane. My underwear is now completely off. Pelle groans impatiently taking off his boxers. His member twitches. Pelle places his hands on my hips once again, hovering me over his lap angling me perfectly before pushing in.

Pelle throws his back on the couch as we groan in sync. This wasn't my first time but I've never had anything quite like Pelles, thick and with a good length. What was I thinking before him? He stays like this for a bit, getting used to the feeling. “You feel better than I thought you'd be” he grunts starting to slowly go in and out, making a rhythm that feels good for the both of us. He speeds up, using my waist for support, his hands digging into me.

I moan, the stinging pain of his nails soon turning into pleasure. He mumbles and rambles as he goes in and out of me at a steady pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” he says, blush starting to creep up to his cheeks and ears. I try to respond but I only grunt, being too focused in this moment to talk. People rolls his hips into my pussy making me moan into the nook of his neck.

Pelle is starting to slow down from exhaustion, as it was his first time ever doing something like this, but he wanted to pleasure you. After a bit Pelles legs start to shake tiredly. I put my hands on his chest, pinning him to the couch stopping him from rolling his hips. “Let me help, ok? Just relax sweetheart” Pelle nods relaxing into the couch a bit as I start to move around him. Pelle puts his head in my neck, holding onto my waist again. I start to pick up the pace, grinding on him, our hips crashing into each other as I feel a burning sensation in my abdomen.

Pelle whimpers, starting to pick me up and slowly drop me on his cock. I moan fully taking him in as I slowly fall to his base. Pelle then starts to pick me up and put me down on his cock harder and faster. I soon get used to the rhythm, rocking on his cock at the same pace. “Fuck! Y/n” Pelle says in my neck, giving it a few bites before relentlessly fucking me up and down on his cock. Echos of the movie comes from the TV but I am now too occupied to care.

Pelle and I moan in sync once more, not being able to control the sounds between us any longer. The sound of skin slapping becomes louder and louder by the second as Pelle speeds up. Precum and my slick become the perfect lubricant, letting Pelle slide in and out of me effortlessly. I rock harder on Pelles cock, our hips crashing into one another as we both reach the edge together. Pelles hot cum goes deep inside me, sending shivers down my spine.

As we come down from our own climaxes Pelle slips in and out of me a few more times before completely stopping to catch his breath. “Could we stay like this for the rest of the night?” He asks referring to being inside me. I chuckle. “If you want to I guess” Pelle smiles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m so glad I decided to watch this movie with you” he says admiringly. “Me too” I smile pulling him in for a kiss.

The ending was a little rushed but I hope u dudes liked it !! Thank you again for all the requests, I appreciate them <3

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[idkfitememate]

Hi hiii a new idea come into moii!!

Since our litte Otter got stary eyes right? which means the eyes glow right? what if idk, at dead at night someone like Neuvillette or Furina(whatever character you prefer!!) get something to drink or to snack on, and at the dark hallway, they can see two glowing eyes staring at them at the dark, ofc they panic, is that a freaking intruder??? then slowly the glowing eyes move to the lights and out reveal themself, ✨Otter!!!✨ the character sigh in relief cuz, archons, thank god it wasnt some intruder!!

Idk this seems funny to me! cuz Otter scared them by their glowing eyes!

Just a little thought!

Otter anon🦦

Nighttime Shenanigans

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Gn! Otter Reader x Neuvillette & Furina

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. :

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehehehe ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱…

“AHHHHHHHAJDBFUFOENWBSKFHRJTSK!!!-“

A scream startled Neuvillette awake from his rather peaceful slumber.

Waisting no time, he jumped up and ran towards the sound of who he assumed to be Furina. Vision glowing with power, he was ready to attack whatever had caused her fear.

Bursting through a door, he found the girl on the floor surrounded by water and broken glass. She was shaking as she pointed down the hall.

Looking down, Neuvillette’s eyes met the glowing eyes of something he couldn’t see in the dark. Both had a stare down as he inched forward towards a candle, the matches right beside it.

Flicking the match and lighting a candle quickly, he raised the candle in the direction of the beast.

And when light covered the hall…

Both were met with their darling Otter standing at the end, a fish in hand and halfway in your mouth.

“Ah. “Oh.” Furina quickly stood and dusted herself off, coughing into her fist in embarrassment.

“Well, uhm… thank you for coming, Neuvillette! This was a uhm… a test! Yes, a test. To… err… ensure that you would uh.. come when I call. And you have passed. Alright good night!” And with that the Archon ran off down the hall, and into her room. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the corridors.

“… Then I suppose you will be spending the rest of the night with me, ma moitié?” You chittered in response, fully stuffing the fish in your face before running over to the man.

“Very well.” Neuvillette picked you up as you munched away, the stars shining in your eyes. He sighed before smiling at you.

“Goodnight, my dear.”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Otter is just a little goober. I love them sm ໒꒰ྀི ^ ^ ꒱ྀིა!

[privitivium]

*runs to you at max speed before stopping* hewo:3 i have a request, good sir:33 could you pls do some ftm yandere who's basically just a weird little guy and a bit unnerving who basically snatches male sub-top reader and takes him to his basement where he power-bottoms them to literally oblivion?:333 thank you, good sir, i luv you:3333⁠♡ *runs away like a demon*

yes dear anon ily <33 i hope i do ur request justice :33

ftm dombot creep ivette x subtop m reader

nsfw, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, dubcon, overstimulation, cockwarming…

ivette.. he prided himself in his looks. he dedicated himself to looking extremely lovely, just to make sure he's captured your attention with his eye-catching white choppy-shoulder length hair and hazel green eyes - priding himself in his build even more.. he was a little stronger than you, a lot stronger than you realistically - often going to the gym just to work up the brute strength to carry your weight,,, mastering the “sleeper build” as everyone calls it. he's been planning this all this time! nothing to worry your pretty little head about, alright? not like you would worry, when taken in by him! he's your friend! best friend! you would never be freaked out by his presence right?? you like him - you like being around him - no need to play it off by being shy…

the onslaught of a never ending rant continued rapidly throughout his mind, ivette chasing his high while staring at your sleeping figure sprawled out on your bed with the full moon as a light source to admire your features - squirming to try and keep his legs spread as he feels his lower intestine begin to coil, trying to keep his deep breathing controlled and quiet as he fingerfucked himself in the chair at your desk - letting out a soft whine as his juices slicken his puffy lips,, sloppily sliding his wet fingers over his loosened pussy, he slowly begins to relax - chest heaving and face uncomfortably hot... a face of adoration as he gazes at you, leaning back in your desk chair,, trembling, and a little dizzy, he sloppily cleans up his mess with a random article of clothing he picked from your basket of your clean laundry, huffing and stumbling toward your bed where you lay snoring silently. he sighs under his breath, pink glossy lips pouty and glancing at his fingers briefly before lifting them to your lips - dipping them past and dragging the pads of his fingers along your teeth.. sucking the combined moisture off his fingers -

he was often silent, perceived as standoffish to those not close with him.. annoying. that's all everyone assumes.. that he's just “a weirdo introvert”. which isn't far from the truth - but still! he perceives himself as happy-go-lucky and loyal as can be! can't be said about others, that much is indefinitely true.. ivette rubs his thumb over the smiling polaroid of you whilst sitting in the back of the public library whilst his fists grips a pair of cum-stained underwear in his deep jean pocket.. he was waiting for you to enter as you usually with your little group of meaningless friends… they were a little irritating. ivette was a much better choice. they didn't even check in on you daily or even regularly…

to ivette's merriment, you come in alone-! walking, mindlessly on your phone as you navigate through the bookshelves rather easily and sit yourself down at a dark, empty table all by your lonesome.. isnt it perfect?

“oh.. hey, ivette.” you greet a little lamely, peering up from your phone - there was no telling what quiet creeps like ivette could do if given the chance, it could take one insult and then they snap. you decide to be nice to everyone, as its relatively the right thing to do... “what's up?” you half-smile, turning off your phone courteously and placing it face-down on the table. you weren't close friends, but you'd say you were comfortable in some ways with each other, right? ivette is sure to feel the same way you do - maybe he's just glad to have someone not look at him all weird everytime he interacts with them…? after a bit of bland conversation - he decides to take his chance and ask you;;

“i need help moving some stuff around my place..” he appears nervous, anxious while asking… but is utterly trying to hide his arousal - shifting and squirming as he stood in place in front of you, tugging at his sweater sleeves... “i was wondering if you could help me, actually?” he looks around, as if looking for your friends… you seemed reluctant, even before answering - quickly! make it better, ivette! “i'll pay you. right now.” he interrupts you before you get the chance to reject him. your eyes widen briefly, cracking a grin. “sure, i'm not busy!” you cheerfully answer. more sweet conversation before ivette leads you out to his car…

ivette's car smells vaguely familiar. he was tapping along the steering wheel as he continues down the main road, a bit excited to help out - you fiddle with the mechanisms on the door - “mint?” ivette offers, gesturing toward the console.

“oh, yeah! mints are my favorite.” you grin, giving him a polite nod as you reach over and fiddling with his trinkets in the console - grasping the altoid tin and promptly eating several.. minty fresh breath.. yum… uh… what a strange after taste. is this a new flavor of… altoids…? hm, yeah… you chew mindlessly, the aftertaste a bit odd - but otherwise minty nonetheless to which you enjoy; eyeing the passing buildings… it wasnt long before you wound up asleep and pressed against his shoulder, drooling on his clothes…

uh - awakening with the feeling of drowsiness.. and pain. and a boner? your neck feels sore… you adjust yourself to rub your jaw - just to realize that you were bound. a searing pain along your wrists as if they were cut when really the rope tying them up was rubbing them raw... your head jerking around slowly and worriedly.. lips parted as you spot your arms tied up to the tall bedposts, in a sitting up position - bare, from what you could feel underneath the blanket covering your lower half. jesus fuck, it aches…your dick.. a wet spot, on the tip of your dick soaking through the blanket.. ivette? you wonder, chest heaving.,,

you could barely muster up your voice to mutter his name.. though, he knew what you were trying to get at, immediately hearing the shifting of your free legs squirming underneath the blanket - leaving them unbound. he decided your arms were enough, how sweet.. ivette rushes to sit at the bedside, cup of water in hand, ( he was waiting patiently in front of you, merely trailing his hands over your legs in wonder) - “hi..” he starts gently, smiling shyly as he tilts his head at your dazed form, you hum softly in reply, licking your lips and blinking your eyes rapidly. he grinned merrily, lifting the cup of water to his lips - leaning over and pressing his lips against yours; tilting your head upward gently to hydrate you - most of the water dripping down onto your chest.. you huff, shivering at the chillness of the water, glancing at him.

“you're okay, silly..” ivette coos gently, hand slickened with his pre-cum ghosting over your tear-flushed face - “i got you.. you're gonna be okay!” he chuckles softly, his face burning red for all to see… flustered, as he slowly tugs the blanket away from your lower half.. absolutely giddy as you're now awake so he can marvel at your naked form in the presence of you finally…!!! ivette kisses your cheek gently before pulling away, standing and moving about the room. basement. it seemed only the corner was properly furnished... under his home, a place of comfortability - carpeted with a king bed and nightstand… with slightly rusted pipes along the ceilings, nothing else was out of the ordinary besides the white brick walls… he wanted you to feel comfy…

“oh.. yeah, sorry.. i was too caught up in looking at your face.” he chuckles under his breath softly, reaching over to poke his index finger at your tentㅡyou whimper softly at the contact - hips bucking upward toward his single digit. “o-oh…! i'm so sorry.. you must be so pent-up..” he exhales shakily, garnering your half-lidded gaze - you huff, your only form of communication besides whining. “it'll be alright.. haha..” ivette scrambles underwear off, ( having been prancing around in one of your shirts, ) - not wanting to make you ache any longer,, he was starting to fidget in pain as well, seeing you strung up and cock leaking for some form of contact besides a sheet that you dotted with your pre..

cooing gently incoherently as he began grazing your thighs with his fingertips briefly before ivette crawls over you, grazing your stiff and aching member as he settles in between your legs, eagerly pushing forward and pressing his lips against yours,,, pulling away with a soft pop and string of saliva that he wipes away, licking the remnants off and staring at you with wide hazel green eyes full of awe as you moan softly, a gruff sound that makes him make a mess underneath him,,, he kisses you again - keeping your jaw propped up as he gently and messily makes out with you,, he pulls away, swallowing your combined spit in his mouth before he shifts his hips closer to yours; pussy nearly grazing your cock before he lays down;;

“ah, l-look.. it's all for you.. mmnh..” he squirms shyly as his gut flutters with butterflies - shifting himself to lay down;; legs spread completely and pulling apart his puffy lips with his saliva-slickened digits. his pussy fluttering upon your drugged out gaze full of wonder and adoration admiring his pink, glossy folds,,, “y-y'like it, huh…? so cute..” ivette grits his teeth, smiling oddly whilst staring at you from being sprawled out - white hair splayed out,, an angel, you thought briefly, as ivette rubs along his tdick with his index and thumb - pinching his nipple as he gazes up at you with pouty lips,,,

the white haired man breathes heavily, addicted to the way you stare at him as he finger fucks himself before you - fidgeting as he fastens his pace along his tdickㅡslipping his index and middle finger into himself, his pussy loosened enough from the mere arousal.. he still felt the need to tease you, so cruelly as he fingers himself below you.

your hungry gaze along his pussy nearly makes him cum on the spot before he was shifting himself along your lap, hurriedly…!!

“you really like what you see, that much is clear, haha.. my dick rivals yours, huh..?” he teases breathlessly, arms loosely wrapping around your neck, holding himself up with the help of your frame and the bedframe before he reaches down - spreading his lips and pushing onto your cock; grinding his folds along your veiny girth and burying his face in the side of your head - inhaling the scent of your hair before mewling at the contact of your thick meaty dick sliding along his pussy - mewling your name so prettily in your ear.. your cock pulses along his folds - lubing up your length with the juices of his pussy mixed with your pre..

“so cute.. fuck, so - so good.. filling me up so fucking good...” he'd moan under his breath while fucking himself on your cock, tdick grinding into your groin with every soft plap, fucking himself harder on your dick - your dazed mind managing to make out his words, tugging at your restraints as you buck upwards into him and forcing your cock deep into his pussy, his fingers digging into his arms as he delibrately tenses around you -

“ff-fuck, yes..” you exhale deeply, mind too fucked out to realize how wrong it was to be enjoying something like this - “c'mon.. c'mon -” you mutter incoherently, trying to hydrate your lips as try to brace yourself - trying to move your legs to support your body and promptly bounce ivette on your cock before he bites your neck harshly - whimpering at the contact as you promptly fall limp, body tense and stiff as you try to adjust yourself comfortably underneath him,, you; merely repeating, fuck me, fuck me over and over again under your breath like a drunken poorly acting pornstar…

cumming inside him relatively quickly, your hole clenching around nothing at you tug; gripping your restraints as you release your load into his pussy - he coos at you, “such a good job,,,” before he stays simply sitting on your cock with no means of getting up.. your dick had no tell of softening either.. having to deal with the overflow of cum dribbling from his pussy, whining incoherently about how your dick feels “sensitive”

“so pretty,” ivette breathes at your form, ignoring your claims and merely observing you, whining and mewling as ivette milks your cock orgasm after orgasm - his good boy - finally! to be able to fuck you like this.. pussy drenched with your cum, inside and out.. he grinds himself into your groin, eyes rolling in how deep it reaches inside him - instinctively clenching around you… perhaps.. if he just stayed like this;; holding you lovingly while your dick softens inside his pussy,, heaving and head slung over his shoulder, nuzzling into him before completely relaxing in his hold, you would love him more when you would inevitably come to,, it wasn't soon before ivette started back up again, rocking back and forth to make your cock harden inside him as he sucked along your neck, delibrately trying to get you all riled up again.,,,

sorry for any mistakes !!!

[charliemwrites]

No thoughts: only thinking about Simon being injured enough to warrant a stay on base in the infirmary and soap having to come and watch reader and explain “no- he’s not dead listen- I’m babysitting you till he’s back- doNT TRY AND BITE ME JESUS CHRIST”

Oh, anon. that is absolutely a Thought. (We’re actually sharing a brain cell on this one because I was thinking of this scenario on my way home from work)

Simons been gone. He’s been gone a while. And you know you should be happy about that but…. well, youve become a creature of habits and routines thanks to him and this break from usual procedure is Freaking You Out.

You’re trying to keep yourself busy through it. Starting new craft projects. Thinking about a redesign for your bedroom. Trying not to overwater your plants in flighty nervousness.

And then one afternoon, Johnny walks in.

You’re not actually sure what your reaction is. Just that one minute you’re registering that it’s him, not Simon. And the next he’s on the floor, trying to wrangle you without hurting you, and cursing up a storm because your teeth are in his forearm.

“Listen, you rabid fuckin’ little beast - he’s still alive. Simon’s coming back!”

You pause, the words filtering through the haze of panic and confused fear. Johnny’s grip on your arm eases a bit.

“Aye, you heard? I’m just babysitting while he recovers.”

You make a noise - angry, upset, distrustful. Bite down a little harder and hear him curse. But he doesn’t hit you or push you off.

“Look, I know you’re not happy to see me. Im not exactly thrilled with the reception either, aye? But if you let me up, I have something from Simon for you.”

You detach from his arm and sit back. Not far, keeping him within retaliation distance. Keeping a wary eye on you, he reaches slowly to the side, to a duffel bag. And extracts Simon’s sweatshirt.

“Told me to give this to you when he woke up,” Johnny explains. “Truce?”

You consider, eyes flicking between him and the jacket for a second. Then nod and make grabby hands, climbing into it as soon as he hands it over.

“Now I’ve got the fuckin’ New Testament of instructions here, so just try to keep the teeth to yourself while I figure this shite out.”

You snort and back off, follow him around as he goes about doing things simon usually does. Laundry, dinner, dishes. You help by not biting - much. Or hard.

When evening comes and he hesitates over specific “cuddle time during tv shows” you huff and yank him onto the couch. He’s not Simon, doesn’t smell right or feel right, but he’s warm and good enough.

You push and shove and pull until he’s in the right position, then flop down on him, tucked under his chest. Let him cautiously loop an arm around your back. Even hum when he scritches you a bit.

“See, ‘m not so bad, stray,” he murmurs. “We’d be alright if anything happened to him.”

Your eyes burn. You don’t even know why.

“You promise he’s coming home?” you whisper, a wet spot growing on his collar.

“Aye, he is. Already givin’ the nurses a headache. It’ll be a week tops. Promise.”

You let that settle for a second. “What happened?”

He tells you. You don’t like it. He lets you snuggle and sniffle without comment.

“Thanks,” you mutter finally.

He hums, mindful of your pride and the two of you settle in for a weird week.

[randoimago]

hi!! may I please request PDA headcanons for peter b, miguel, and spot? like, how they react to it, would they initiate it, etc. thank you so much and i hope you're in good health!

General Reactions to PDA

Fandom: Spiderverse

Character(s): Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'hara, Spot

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): First Spiderverse request!! I'm doing good and I hope you're doing alright too, anon!!

Miguel

Does not initiate physical contact at all. He thinks about it then immediately forces those thoughts out of his mind. Just doesn't think he deserves to be able to hold you or give you kisses. He's afraid of getting that close to you.

But then you brush your hand against his, you kiss his cheek, and he sucks in a breath of air because he never expects it. There are immediate glares sent to everyone in the room that just saw you giving him affection because they better not say a damn thing.

Much prefers private affection than public affection. In private, he's a lot more incline to brush his hand against yours or hook his pinky with yours. Just something small to ground himself and remind him that he does deserve happiness.

Peter

Absolutely initiates. Lots of pulling you into a side hug or kissing your cheek. If you and him are having an argument in front of people, then he'll reach over and boop your nose or pinch your cheek as a way to distract you.

He hears the overdramatic gagging sound effects some of the kids make and he rolls his eyes at them and starts making his own overdramatic kissing sounds at you to get back at them. Absolutely leaves the wettest kisses on your cheek to mess with you too.

While in public his affection is more playful and teasing, in private he's more of a fan of holding you close to him and enjoying the quiet.

Spot

Wants to initiate physical contact and he's tried, only to accidentally cause your hand to go through his back and out his ankle due to his ability.

He does like affection. He can't have cuddles or hugs or kisses too often just because of his ability and so he really enjoys affection when he can get it. So, it'll take adjusting and patience, but he savors any kisses you manage to give to the sides of his face or hands.

Idk what kind of PDA he'd be given since if he's in public then he's mostly ridiculed or people go, "Oh great, another super powered freak". Like if he does have some kind of disguise on to be with you in public then he'll gladly engage with PDA, but most of it is private.

[mahitomylove]

i am so glad you take requests 💕💕 i always get nervous when writing them, but i don’t know why. could you write mahito x reader and mahito comes home after a really bad fight and he’s so scared bc he thought he was gonna die, and he’s just clinging to reader because he’s scared 💕 and the reader has to comfort him? thank you 💕 (also can i be 🌪️ anon pls)

Thanks for the request! Oh my god I love this idea so much 💜💜

Mahito x Reader, Fluff, you comfort Mahito after he has a deadly fight

It was midnight, and you couldn't bring yourself to sleep. Perhaps, it was the absence of Mahito that made you feel uneasy, your house was so lonely without him. You grabbed your phone, mindlessly scrolling when you heard your window open. The sound would've freaked you out had you not been used to Mahito randomly breaking in your house to say hi.

You turned your phone off, putting it to the side. It was completely dark, making it hard for you to see his expression. You had a glimpse of his face for an instant, his face showing absolute horror. He softly said your name, his voice trembling a bit.

You immediately stood up, "Mahito? Is everything alright?"

"Why are you awake right now?" he said, gently dropping to the floor without making a single sound, as if he was floating.

"T-That doesn't matter, are you okay?"

He took few steps towards you, pushing you and forcing you to sit on on the ground. His arms enveloped your waist. He buried his face in your chest, his grip on you tightening. You patted his back and returned the hug. What was he doing?

"Mahito? What happened?"

He remained silent. You could feel the warmth of his body, which was odd, since he was a cursed spirit. . He was shivering in your arms. You've never seen him like this before. Concern engulfed you, unable to find the right thing to do. What made it even worse was that he wouldn't respond.

"Mahito... I'm worried."

"I had a pretty... intense fight."

"And?"

"Almost died. I'm scared Y/N... I'm so scared. I don't know what to do."

"Aww. Dear... But you're okay, right?"

"I couldn't even move properly. My legs wouldn't move. If the enemy didn't hesitate, I would've died..." He pulled away, clinging on your neck this time. You felt his breath right on your cheek. "I don't want to die... Please." You knew he wasn't talking to you at this point. He was, perhaps, talking to himself. But you remained still, silently listening to his venting.

"Just when I thought I've mastered my technique... Fuck. What do I do?"

"It's okay, Mahito, it's okay. Everything is fine."

"And..." he was on the verge of tears, "I thought I'd never see you again."

"But you're alright now. Look at me, dear. I'm here." You gently caressed his hair. "Baby, everything is alright. Don't be afraid. Next time, I'll come with you, okay?"

He nodded in response.

"If you feel like crying, that's okay, I won't judge."

"It's not that... I just..." he sighed, closing his eyes as you were caressing his hair. "The only thing at my mind when I thought I was dying... was you. If there is an afterlife, I know we'd probably never meet there. I don't know what I'd do without you..."

"Mahito, don't you know I'd always choose hell if it meant I'd be with you?"

This was the first time you saw this side of his. He was beyond horrified, trembling. His voice was shaky. Normally, it would've been the other way around, not like this. Was the fight really that bad?

"Let's look at the bright side, you're alive, and in my arms right now!"

"Promise me."

"Huh?"

"That you'll never leave my side again."

You chuckled, "I promise, Mahito! Next time, take me with you and I'll beat the shit outta these."

"Mahito, if it will make you feel better, how about we cuddle?"

"Y-yes please. And thank you."

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Assuming that you know about the lore of The Primordial One and his Four Shades, I’ve got a small idea that I would like to share:

Sagau, but Reader and their three friends are the said Four Shades. Since we know only of Istaroth from the Shades, reader will be her. Istaroth is the God of Time and Wind and one of the Four Shades. She was worshipped in Mondstadt alongside Barbatos. She was formerly worshipped in Enkanomiya by the name "Kairos." She once made a deal with Raiden Makoto and is responsible for the creation of the Sacred Sakura. Maybe Istaroth!Reader kind of disappeared due to her not being worshipped anymore, but someone (maybe Traveller or Barbatos) resurrect her by worshipping on her lost altar.

Interesting, Anon! I do know a few things of the Primordial One and his Four Shades, but this oneshot post of mine won't go too into the lore about it. And please remember, I don't do Fem!Reader, so I'll have to switch it to GN!Reader. Sorry!

Here's a little oneshot about this idea :) Enjoy!

Click Me to See the Entire Series!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Warnings - The One Shot Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore!

So. You were iskeaied in Genshin.

There was no imposter, and no one's chasing after you. You were isekaied with three of your friends, to where you don't even know where they were.

You were standing at a cliff were it showed Mondstadt in the distance. This was fine, this was cool. It was peaceful and all, so you didn't have anything to worry about.

You entered Mondstadt, and you were relieved that nobody even noticed you standing there like an idiot. Everything was fine and peaceful. You really did have nothing to worry about.

Except for one problem: Apparently, Venti was shocked to see you. Everyone treats you like you're not there, and then there's this bard that treats you like you were a walking skeleton of a T-Rex that grew an extra limb or something.

Yeah, you have absolutely no idea why the heck he's staring at you like that. Did you die and come back or something, being isekaied or something?

You had no idea, so you did what you thought was the best idea at the time.

You walked up to the bard, and bluntly asked, "Did I die before I got here now?" in his face. You don't know how he does it, but somehow, this man looks even more shocked than he was before.

"Istaroth, you can't be serious!" he exclaims, minding his tone to not make it a public drama film on the streets. "You—You literally disappeared, and then come back out of nowhere, and you think you died somehow?"

Holy cow. You were the freaking GOD OF TIME?! One of the Four SHINING SHADES OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED?

You blink, trying to process this information being dumped into your face and one-braincell-ed brain.

So, you might really be the God of Time. Either that, or you're going insane and you're just hearing Venti wrong. So, just to double check that you heard it right, you ask.

"I'm Istaroth?" You pointed to yourself dumbly. Listen, it's hard to take in, alright? Sagau fanfics barely have this concept here! "So there's no like, Almighty Creator or something?"

"What? No, of course not! Where are you getting these—" The Bard sighs. "Come on, let's go to the Tree of Vanessa." He starts walking towards the gates of Mondstadt, with you quickly following him.

Once you're there, you get info-dumped a lot of crap. Sure, you knew a few things about Istaroth in the Genshin Impact lore, but holy cow was there still a lot you don't know.

For starters, Venti—Barbatos, whatever—made it very clear that there was no "Almighty Creator" of sorts. You were Istaroth, the God of Time, and one of the Gods of Celestia (oh goodie, not). And, not that Venti knew this, One of the Four Shades of the Primordial One.

You were, once upon a time, worshipped alongside Barbatos, as the people of Mondstadt saw you as the "Greater Lord of the Winds," which probably is the reason why you also got the Thousand Winds Temple built. But, of course, history practically threw you out the window. With no one worshipping you anymore, you basically faded off (which, to your equivalent, meant that you fell into a deep sleep and became who you are as of right now, in the present).

For some reason or whatever, before Mondstadt "adopted" you, you were formerly worshipped as the Overseer God of Enkanomiya, under the name of "Kairos."

Kind of funny, honestly, because you were literally naming yourself after the Greek God of Opportunity/Fitness/time (Who's other name is Caerus. Son of Zeus and all that). You can see how the name was fit for you.

Of course, you knew other information Venti didn't know—You knew that Istaroth and Raiden Makoto struck a deal because the Destruction of Khaen'riah caused an absolute world-breakdown. Kind of like a monster apocalypse, now that you think about it. Oh—and you were probably also a part of the reason why the Sovereign Dragons got poofed off of Teyvat.

That only left one question in your head: How the mac n cheese frick did you get "re-summoned" or whatever? And where the heck were you previous memories of being Istaroth?

"So...how exactly am I here, then?" You ask, placing a hand to your chin, as you repeat what you had thought. "And why can't I remember anything about being Istaroth?"

Venti shrugs. It seems he also doesn't anything, but knowing him through the game, you have a slight doubt that he does have a hunch of some sort and he's just hiding it from you. "I'm not sure, Istaroth—"

"Please, just call me Y/N." You roll your eyes. Seriously, if you can't even remember being Istaroth, how the hell are you ever going to even remember to answer when someone does call you Istaroth?

"I'm not sure, Y/N," he corrects himself, fiddling with his lyre. "Bbut, I do have a hunch!" Called it. He really did save it for the dramatics, did he?

"What is the hunch?" You ask, trying to pry answers quickly before this dude starts to confiscate information from you.

"I think it might have to do with—"

"Hey, it's Venti and—uh, who is that?" A voice from behind you both came. Venti smiles and gives a glance over your shoulder.

"—with the Traveler." Oh goodie, the Traveler really do be getting those Main Character Gameplay vibes now. You sigh, standing up. You might as well go ahead and introduce yourself to them before Paimon throws a freaking dialogue at you first.

Besides, if Venti's hunch is correct, the Traveler might just be your ticket to understanding who you truly are.

There's only one way to find out if this theory works.

The End...

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They Meet You And Your Powers

Preference

Characters: Merlin, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Theseus Scamander

Warnings:

Request: “My magic boys! Please, Merlin, Ron, Harry and Theseus reacting to meeting a girl with "Wanda's powers" and falling in love with her!” Anon

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Merlin

She held the glass bottle full of the healing brew. It had taken days to collect all the herbs and stew the petals to create the antidote. It was going to be the saving grace for the infectious disease plaguing the town.

Merlin was sitting on the staircase to his bedroom, watching (Y/N) as she bustled about preparing the precious brew.

“Do you think it’s going to work?” he asked.

“It better,” she replied, “Gaius is no fool.”

“Which is why he asked you to make the brew instead of me.”

(Y/N) laughed aloud and knocked into a table, the bottle of medicine flying from her hands. As it fell in slow motion, she considered for a second whether to use her magic to save the bottle. But that would reveal herself to Merlin and risk her chances of all of Camelot knowing.

But in that instant a pillow came levitating off Gaius’ cot and cushioned the fall of the bottle.

(Y/N) looked up, astonished to see Merlin with an outstretched hand and golden eyes.

“Merlin, you have magic!”

“Yes,” he said quickly, “I can explain.”

She had her hands over her mouth, “I don’t believe it.”

“It was something I was born with,” he said, a clear panic in his voice, “Nothing evil about it.”

She laughed, “I’m not going to turn you in, Merlin.”

He stared at her, his look of fear turning into one of confusion. “I never picked you to be a supporter of magic, (Y/N).”

“You can’t help what you’re born with,” she shrugged, feeling her own power grow in her fingertips. “You’re not the only one.”

Merlin paused, “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes beginning to glow scarlet as ribbons of red mist flew from her fingers. It wrapped around the glass bottle and floated it to her hands.

It was incredible the shift of emotion on Merlin’s face. “(Y/N)!” he cried, “You have magic!?”

“I guess Gaius prefers apprentices with powers.”

They shared a laugh, Merlin shaking his head in wonder. His voice became soft and fond as he said, “You’re incredible, (Y/N).”

Ron

She walked down the halls of Hogwarts with hunched shoulders, trying to keep herself as small as possible. Being an extraordinary student came with an upheaval of consequences.

Students saw her magical abilities as an unfair advantage and full of the potential to be evil. Professors revered her and often requested demonstrations of her talents.

Regardless, (Y/N) sought the solitude of her common room more often than not. There were few that regarded her as a friend and not as a magical abnormality, meaning she avoided social interactions as much as possible.

Another instance was now as a group of Ravenclaws passed her in the hall.

“Oh, look out,” they said, “Here comes the freak.”

She ignored their snickers, escaping down the next corridor, only to be stopped by a flying menace.

“Ah, the wee red witch is upset,” came the grading voice of Peeves the poltergeist. “People should run for their lives!”

“Shut it, Peeves,” a new voice appeared, “Go destroy the trophy room and leave her alone.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Ron Weasley defending her. He was one of those fair few that treated her more kindly than the others.

Peeves blew some raspberries in their direction, floating off to cause more mayhem.

“You alright?” he asked, approaching her.

She sighed, “I’m fine.”

“I bet you could’ve sent him off with that magic of yours,” he said, smiling.

“You think,” she said, a surge of power descending her arms and to her hands. It was involuntary how red mist began to spark between her fingers. “You’re not intimated by it?”

Ron looked at her in awe, “That’s the appeal.” He watched as the red tendrils of magic grew and danced in the air, “I think your magic is amazing.”

She grinned at him, that was until the sound of blowing raspberries returned above them.

“The red witch is at it again!” yelled Peeves, “Harming students, she is!”

(Y/N) grumbled, flicking her wrist and sending ribbons of magic towards the poltergeist. His hands and mouth were immediately bound in red. Another crack of her fingers and the ghost was sent flying through the wall.

Ron laughed aloud, “That was incredible,” he stared at her with clear astonishment. So much so that (Y/N) started to believe she really was something special.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, sending a few threads of magic to play with his robes and hair.

He continued to laugh, “I love you!”

He said it so causally and she knew it was because of the way she took down Peeves, but despite that…

… his words made her blush.

Harry

The library was overly quiet that evening, books lazily floating to their respective shelves. The lamps were beginning to dim, and (Y/N) was peering over into the next cubicle, packing her schoolbag.

Harry Potter was slumped over the table surface, head bent at an uncomfortable angle. He was fast asleep, his glasses digging into his nose.

He was twitching in his sleep, his face beginning to contort as if he were in pain.

He was dreaming, she thought, perhaps having a nightmare. She slung her schoolbag across her shoulder, finding herself drawn to him.

Making sure no one was watching, (Y/N) let tendrils of her magic empower her arms. Her eyes began to glow, and ribbons of red came from her fingers, searching for the open mind of her classmate.

He was starting to mumble, sweat dotting his temples as the red magic went for his dream.

She tried not to watch, keeping his thoughts private as she envisioned a peaceful scene for him to wake up to:

Sun on the Black Lake. A warm breeze across the cheek. Back resting against a mighty tree. Green grass tickling toes. Laughter filling ears. Friends gathered for a summer day outside, free from homework and exams.

(Y/N) knew of his friends and made sure they were there to calmly pull him from the previous nightmare.

His face was now serene as he awoke. He sat up, hands going for the crick in his neck. He caught the last remnants of the red glow in her eyes.

“Hello,” she said awkwardly, “You were mumbling in your sleep.”

Harry shook his head, as if to expel the fleeting tendrils of her magic. “Was that you?”

(Y/N) looked down sheepishly, “I know nightmares aren’t fun.”

He knew of (Y/N) and her extraordinary magic but normally she kept to herself. “How did you do that?”

“Change your dream?” she asked, wringing her hands around her schoolbag strap. “I can change realities and give visions to others. I just put a different picture in your head to cover up the nightmare.”

Harry seemed torn as he considered her, his fingers fidgeting with his own bag. It was long enough that (Y/N) started to back away, embarrassed by what she did.

“I’ll see you around, Harry.”

“Thank you,” he choked out. She turned around as he continued, “That was the first time, in a long time, where I woke up from a good dream.”

She smiled, “You’re welcome – anytime.”

“I might take you up on that,” he said more warmly.

Theseus

“What are you doing here?” she asked, resting against the countertop in the lounge room.

Theseus Scamander, head auror for the offices, was looking at her with an interrogative stare. “I’ve heard a few things floating around.”

“Such as?” she asked, stirring her coffee.

He smirked, “That you have some pretty extraordinary abilities. Things that the wizarding world has never seen before.” He tugged on his vest, “I’m impressed that MACUSA was able to recruit you.”

“Why?” she asked, “Surprised that I’m not one of those villains you need to take down.”

“I’ve had my suspicions,” he said all smug. “Can you show me?”

She scoffed, “I’m not a dancing monkey.”

His smile had a bit of mischief and (Y/N) had the impression that he might’ve been flirting.

“Then I’ll duel you for it.”

She raised her brows, “You don’t want to take me on.”

“I like a challenge.”

“I can tell,” she said, enjoying the banter more than she should. “I could obliterate you.”

He nodded, “You’re not instilling confidence in how you’re not a villain.”

She felt a flicker of power surge to her fingers. The heat was building behind her eyes. This auror was really trying to rouse something out of her and she was embarrassed to say that it was working.

“Oh no,” Theseus said, spotting the light dusting of red appearing between her fingers. “Losing some control there, are you?”

“Are you always this infuriating?” she said lowly.

He kept smiling, “I’m a perfectly pleasant person.” His eyes widened as her power grew, “What are you able to do?”

She sighed deep in her chest, raising her hand and bending her fingers. Rivers of red floated around her palm, matching the color of her eyes.

“Telekinesis and manipulation.” Her coffee mug began to stir itself, red mist levitating the mug between them, “I can invade your mind,” she said darkly, “I could make you see things – believe things.”

Theseus swallowed hard, trying to watch her demonstration of power without much of a reaction. “Fascinating.”

Her blood was boiling, “Had enough? Could you leave me alone now?”

The smirk returned to his face, “If you’re interested in auror work…” he tossed a business card towards her and watched as her magic caught it in midair. “… give me a call.”

He winked at her, and (Y/N) knew it was just the beginning of their relationship. The flirtatious, overconfident wizard was going to be the death of her. But she might as well have some fun with it.

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