#vegeta x gn!reader

[spilledbeans116]

When You Need Me: Vegeta x Reader

Vegeta x gn!reader - 3,640 Words - No Use of y/n

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After a rough day, you find yourself struggling to do anything besides sit in silence and become lost in thought. However, you don't realize how many hours have passed since you've gotten home, and Vegeta becomes increasingly worried.

TW: General sadness/ themes of Depression, Nudity (SFW, nothing explicit)

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     “I knew I’d find you down here.” That gruff voice jolted you from your thoughts and your head turned to the bottom of the staircase where Vegeta was currently standing; he was shirtless with his arms crossed in front of him, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read. He was in nothing but his sweatpants, a deep blue cotton that hugged his ass enough to make you giggle whenever he wore them. This time, however, a smile didn’t even flick across your face.

    He knew something was wrong with you; you should have been in bed hours ago. He had been laying in bed, awake, wondering where the hell you were and was upset with himself over how worried he was becoming. 12 am turned to one, then two, and now it was three and there was still no sign of you. Perhaps you had fallen asleep on the couch? He had shook his head at himself and rolled over, staring at the photo of the two of you with the rest of the z fighters that you had insisted on putting on his nightstand. He frowned, knowing you hated sleeping on the couch because it hurt your back and you would have woken up by now to come upstairs. He sighed, hopping out of bed and making his way through the house until he reached you. He was going to scold you for staying up so late but the moment he saw you, sitting there, alone, he found he couldn’t.

      “I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes and staring at him, trying to smile a bit to help calm his nerves. It didn’t work, however, as he could tell it was forced. He stared at you, sitting at the kitchen counter with your favorite blanket tightly wrapped around your shoulders. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, your shoes still on as they dangled right above the floor. Your phone was nowhere in sight and the television was off, the only light coming from the dim glow of the time on the microwave and its small bulb casting over the stove-top. 

     “Have you been sitting down here this whole time?” He asked, making his way over to you. 

     “Yeah,” you replied quietly, once again staring at the granite countertop in front of you. “I’ll be up to bed soon, I promise. Go get some sleep, you’ll be up early for training w-“

     “Oh hush,” he grunted, rolling his eyes, annoyed that you were worrying about him of all things when it was clear you were nowhere near okay. “That's not important right now.” Vegeta’s wording should have struck something in you, as training was never not important to him. Right now though, your brain was too foggy to register it. He brushed past you and made his way around the counter, opening the cupboard and pulling out your favorite cup. He filled it with water and brought it over to you, holding it out to you carefully. You brought both hands out and cupped it hesitantly, and when he was sure you had it in your grasp and wouldn’t drop it, he removed his hands to instead gently press his to the tops of yours.

      “Thanks,” was all you could say before he ran his thumb over top of your right hand and let go.

     He nodded, pulling out the seat beside your own and sitting in it. “Do you… need to talk about it?” 

    You shook your head slowly and stared down at the cup, not moving to take a sip. Vegeta cleared his throat as he glanced around the room, eyes flicking to the dim microwave light across from you both.

     “Do you want to talk about it?” Again you shook your head. The prince remained silent, tail flicking about anxiously before wrapping around his waist. It was clear something was bothering you, but he wouldn’t push you to find out what. He was never good with things like this; he didn’t know how to help others in a way that wasn’t beating their enemies senseless. You were the one that was good at all the talking stuff, not him.

      “You’re not hurt, are you? Or sick?” He asked, breaking the silence quickly as the worst of his imagination began to take a hold of him.

     “N-no,” your voice cracked, hands beginning to shake slightly as your eyes welled up with tears. The water began to ripple in the cup, and you lifted it to your mouth and took a drink, the cool liquid quenching your dry mouth. You did your best to blink away the tears, not wanting Vegeta to see you like this.

     You set the cup down after that, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as if to hide in it. Your nails dug into the fabric in your grasp and you could almost feel them push into the skin of your palm. 

     Vegeta pulled your hands away quickly when he saw how tense you had become, running his fingers carefully over your skin. Your touch was cold, and he frowned at how you trembled in his hands. He stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on you as he scooped you up bridal-style. “Come on, I’m carrying you up to our room.”

     You didn’t argue, your body seemingly numb as he held you close to his chest and made his way up the stairs. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body even with the blanket separating the two of you. He was like a heater to you, helping to pull your thoughts from the dark recesses of your mind to instead focus on him and his warmth.

     He set you down on the edge of the bed carefully before he squatted down, helping to remove your shoes. You watched as he fumbled with them for a moment, grumbling under his breath at how ridiculous they could be. You felt awful he was having to do this and attempted to stop him.

     “I can handle it V-“

     He wasn’t having any of it, however, and quickly cut you off. For once his tone wasn’t berating or anywhere close to seeming annoyed. “No, I’ve got it. Just stay there.” He walked over to the closet quickly, opening the door to stick them with the rest of your shoes before once again shutting the door. Then he made his way to the bathroom, and you could hear the sound of rushing water as he began to fill the tub. You were finely tuned in to the little squeaks as he opened and closed the cabinets, moved bottles around on top of the counter, and gathered up whatever else he was looking for. Whenever he would walk past the door, you would make eye-contact with him before he disappeared out of your view again.

    He came back out a few minutes later and made his way over to you. You waited for him to tell you to get cleaned up, possibly because you smelled or something similar, but were instead surprised to watch as he once again lifted you up. His caress was gentle as you were carried into the bathroom this time, with him setting you on the rim of the tub. You could feel the steam on your skin coming from the warm waters behind you as he stared at you.

     “Arms up.” His tone was stern and yet soft, and you did as you were told, albeit a bit sluggishly. He shimmied your shirt off, making sure it didn’t get stuck around your face or caught in your hair. Then he made his way to your pants, pulling them down your legs one by one before folding your articles of clothing and setting them on top of the toilet. 

     He placed one hand against your back and the other beneath your knees, lifting you with ease as he set you down into the bath. The water was warm and lapped against your chest as you displaced it; you watched as it splashed against the sides of the tub, splashing the prince’s nose with droplets of water. He hardly reacted to it, too focused on making sure you were comfortable. Vegeta removed his arms from the water and dried them off carefully before turning the faucet to shut the water off. The white-noise of the running water came to a sudden halt, replaced with the slow and quiet dripping as the last of it ran off the spout.

     He turned, grabbing a blue cup from on top of the vanity before facing you once more, dipping it beneath the warm water to fill it. You watched with lidded eyes as the cup scooped up the water and he brought it above your head. With one hand he cupped your forehead, keeping the water out of your eyes as he slowly poured it over your hair and shoulders. He said nothing to you during this, his eyes saying everything for him; they were gentle and concerned as he cared for you, meeting yours every so often before he would shift and move them elsewhere.

     The prince of all saiyans was not known for his kindness; on planet Vegeta this is how he would have been taken care of daily. On Earth, however, he was no longer respected royalty to anyone but yourself. You were always so kind to him, so sweet when he was anything but. You had a bright personality, a great sense of humor, and more importantly you cared for the prince. You were one of the strongest people he knew, perhaps not in body as Kakarot had everyone beat in that regard, but in spirit. Nothing ever got to you. At least, that you let them see. Today was different.

     Whatever you were struggling with, he wanted to help ease the pain of it as much as he could. He hated seeing you so upset, so dull and quiet when you were usually talkative. He grabbed your shampoo, lathering up his hands with it before rubbing it into your scalp and through your hair. You shut your eyes, sighing pleasantly as a small smile graced your lips. It was small, but warmed his heart as your shoulders relaxed and you made satisfied noises. His tail wagged ever so slightly, perhaps in relief that your mood was shifting.

     “Thank you,” you mumbled softly as he rinsed your hair out and grabbed the conditioner.

     “Nonsense, don’t thank me for this,” he replied quietly. Once again he ran his sudsy hands through your hair, letting it soak as he grabbed your bar of soap and a wash cloth. “You’ve done much more for me more often. This is hardly anything in comparison. Lift your arms.”

    You once again followed his instructions, barely opening one eye to study his features. He ran the rag across your body softly, wiping off your neck, chest, and back. He seemed so concentrated, so determined to keep his touches gentle and to take care of you. “You know you do just as much,” you said, closing your eye once more.

     He rolled his eyes at that, scoffing slightly and smirking as he brought your arms back down. “Please, I know I’m not the most pleasant to be around when I’m sick. You’re much easier to handle.”

     “You’re perfectly pleasant,” you giggled, sighing again as he titled your head back and poured the warm water over your hair. “You’re never grumpy at all.”

     “Don’t get smart with me,” he chuckled, running the water once more and rinsing the rag under it. He brought the slightly cooler rag to your face and wiped it off, getting off all the oil and worries of the day. He set the rag on the edge of the tub, eyes lifting to meet yours again. “I’ll be right back, just wait here.” He gripped your head in his hands carefully, rough lips grazing your forehead as he kissed you and stood. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing your favorite pajamas and under garments from your drawers. 

     He smiled as he walked back to find you running your hands through the now soapy water, messing with the bubbles that had formed. You already appeared much better than before, but not quite back to normal. You were smiling, yes,  but it didn’t reach your eyes; your shoulders were still just a bit too tense for his liking and it was clear your mind was still focused on other things. 

    He pulled the plug to the bath and grabbed your towel, holding out a hand to you to help you up. You took it slowly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to place your feet on the soft mat below.

     You took the towel from him and began to dry yourself off as he stepped behind you. He felt his ki begin to bud beneath his fingertips as he concentrated his energy into his hands and started to run them softly through your hair, drying it just a bit so you wouldn’t go to bed with it soaked. The last thing you needed right now was to somehow catch a cold on top of whatever you were already dealing with.

     He helped you get dressed this time, letting you hold his shoulder to steady yourself as you stepped into your pants. Once you were ready to go he set your toothbrush on the sink along with your toothpaste and a cup, grabbing your medication from behind the mirror and setting out what you needed to take.

     It was odd how delicate he was being with you; how precise his actions were or how he kept grazing his fingers or body against yours. A quick brush of skin on your shoulder as he reached for your medicine, or a gentle kiss on the back of your head as you brushed your teeth. Each little gesture let you know he was there and kept your mind anchored to the present. He left you in the bathroom to finish up, setting up the bed for the two of you instead.

    When you were with him you felt so much better; sure, the things that had been plaguing you didn’t go away completely, but he made you feel safer. He took away the ache in your heart and mind and allowed you to get through what you were dealing with. You hated bothering him with your emotions. He had been through so much in his life it felt as though at times your issues were minuscule in comparison. You didn’t want to bother him with things that didn’t affect him and yet here he was, actively caring for you without knowing the cause of your issues because to him, the reason why you were upset didn’t matter, big or small. All that mattered was making you feel better and getting you through this.

     You stepped out of the bathroom and your heart nearly melted when you saw him waiting for you. He had pulled back the covers already for you and propped your pillows the way you liked. Your favorite plushie was laying in your spot, and a glass of water sat on your bedside table. He had even left out the book you had been reading for good measure.

     “Vegeta I-“

     He took your hand and led you around the bed, bending down to pick you up for the final time tonight before he set you into the covers. He pulled the blankets over your lap and kissed the top of your head, rubbing his hands over your hair after. “Do you want me to put your movie on?”

    You shook your head and he nodded, making his way to his side of the mattress and shimmying off his pants, much too warm to sleep in anything besides his black boxers. He scooted over to you, pulling the blankets up as he set an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     “Do you want to read anything?”

     “No thank you.”

     “Alright.” He leaned over you to shut off the bedside lamp, laying down and bringing you with him. Your back pressed into his chest as his tail wrapped around your waist, one arm resting below your pillow and the other draped across your side. He laid a barrage of kisses to your neck and shoulders before nuzzling his head to the back of your neck.

      “I love you,” he said quietly, a shiver running down your spine as his breath tickled your skin. Vegeta was never one to be very sappy, so the words coming from him and so suddenly surprised you. You felt your face flush, your mind buzzing as you placed your hand over top of his. 

     “I love you too, Vegeta.”

     “I’d do anything for you, you know.” He said, his tone soft and his deep voice rumbling his chest against your back. “And I’m here to listen if you need me.”

     “Thank you, my prince.”

     “For the last time, you don’t need to thank me,” he scoffed, rubbing his hand slowly over your hip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

     You rolled over at that, shifting in his grasp to turn and face him. His eyes somehow still sparkled in the darkness, deep pools of black wide and searching yours carefully. “Why? Why do you need to thank me?”

     “Well,” he grunted, smirk tugging on his lips. “You stick by my side even on my worst days. Not many people can… handle my personality.” His words were deliberate, almost boasting. “You know how to tend to my wounds and you’re quite battlesmart as well.”

     “Yes but-“

     He chuckled, lifting a finger to your lips to quiet you. “I’m not done yet.” He pulled his finger away to tap at his chin, “now where was I? Oh, of course! You’re incredibly attractive, more so than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life.” You blushed at that, gaze breaking from his finally before he pressed his forehead to yours. “And most importantly you understand me; you respect me. You treat me as if I’m the most important thing to you.”

     Now it was your turn to chuckle, “well you are, Vegeta.”

     He shook his head carefully, “you balance so many things and still manage to make time for me.”

     “You do the same thing!” You teased. “You’ve saved the Earth hundreds of times and you’ve got the scars to prove it! That’s much more important and yet you still find time to see me.”

     “You’re the reason why I do it.” He replied softly, thumb tucking an unruly hair behind your ear. “Without you, I would have left this damned rock ages ago. Hell, I might have even blown it up. But you changed me; you changed how I viewed the world. If someone as perfect as you can exist here, perhaps it’s worth protecting.”

    Your eyes began to water, “Vegeta I’m not anywhere near perfect. I-“

     “You’re perfect to me, and that’s all that matters.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and shoving your head to his chest. He held you tightly, hand scratching up and down your back in a soothing manner as you began to cry. “I promise you nothing would ever change that.”

     You gripped his back tightly, nails digging into his skin as you sobbed. He didn’t mind it at all, happy to be your rock when you needed him. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered, continuing to rub up and down your back like you always did to him on his worst nights. “I’ll call Kakarot in the morning and cancel training. You can sleep in and I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

     You giggled between sobs, hiccups rising in the back of your throat as you wiped snot from your nose with your arm, “yeah, you can’t cook to save your life.”

     “Hey, watch it or I won’t do anything for you,” he teased, poking your sides a bit and making you laugh more. “We can go shopping. We’ll go to your favorite stores; even the ones I don’t like. Tomorrow will be all about you. Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

     “All I need is you, Veggie,” you sniffled, pressing your head to his chest once more.

     “Then that’s an easy wish to grant.” He placed one more kiss to the top of your head for good measure. “I’m yours, from now until the end of time.”

     “Vegeta?” You croaked, inhaling sharply through your nose and looking up at him.

    “Mm?” He replied, scratching at your head softly. You could feel your eyes growing heavy, the bath, his warmth, the crying, and the gentle care all lulling you to rest.

    “Can you sing that song I like?” 

    He chuckled, sarcasm lacing his voice, “Gods you’re already putting me to the test.”

     “You can even hum it,” you added, not wanting him to feel obligated. “Or you can just pretend I didn’t say anything at all.”

     He shifted a bit, careful not to squish you at any point in time before he cleared his throat. Then, in that deep, husky tone of his, he began to hum, bringing you into a peaceful, much-needed sleep. He kissed your head a final time as your body fully relaxed and the song ended, watching the rise and fall of your chest and feeling your puffs of breath graze against his skin.

     “Goodnight,” he whispered, his pet name for you leaving his lips with a sigh. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise.” He paused, letting out one last chuckle as he pulled you close, “maybe just don’t tell the others I have such a soft side, okay?”

If he was being honest, he wouldn't have cared, even if you told the others about this. He just wanted you to feel better again, and that would be enough.

[vampyan]

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Lie. Part 2

Context: You and piccolo have known eachother since the World martial arts tournaments when he was still evil. You guys had grown to feel and love for eachother when he was first training Gohan and got together after the fall of Namek. you guys have now been married for 2 years and fight together, Always..But piccolo has kept a secret from you.

Piccolo x Gn! Saiyan!Reader (Sneak Peak)

Warnings: small Angst to fluff. Making up, comfort, sweet, reader is vegetas sibling,Post Super Hero

You manage to find Bulma after the kind lady worker lets you inside.

Bulma is working on what looks to be a hover motorcycle.

“Bulma?” You say softly Bulma jumps and turns around, “Oh (name)!” She stands up and dusts off her hands on her yellow pants, “You didn’t let me know you were coming over? Something come up?”.

You put down your bag near the door of her lab, “Well it’s a bit of a long story..” you twiddle with your fingers “I kinda lashed out at piccolo and I feel terrible about it and I’m scared he might hate me now.” You continue to explain everything to her as you try not to cry.

Bulma chuckles and goes to hug you, “I understand that feeling” she lets go and crosses her arms “Hell, Im married to your brother who’s a stubborn guy who’ll yell at me for small things or mistakes I make and he always ends up apologizing” she giggles and puts her hand on your shoulder “You saiyan’s are just more protective and harsher but it’s something that you can’t help, I’m sure he’ll forgive you if you apologize even if it’s not your strong suit” She smiles at you reassuringly.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

*Who should they (the reader) be paired with??

[vegitoswife-archive]

A/N: I've been neglecting Gogeta so here's a lil something dedicated solely to him. I had a slightly different and lengthier version of this initially planned, but figured it'd be better to focus on something more condensed.

SUMMARY: You and Gogeta don't know each other too well, but you invite him over for dinner anyway. [ AU!Gogeta x GN!Adult!Reader ] TAGLIST: @carnal-lnstinct / @yeowangies / @enayru / @miss-taura (Like this post to be added to my tag list!)

CONTENT: Fluff, Slice of Life, "You" eating meat (just as a heads up to any vegeta/rians or veg/ans who peek at this). SFW.

(PROSHIP/COMSHIP DNI. BLANK/UNCUSTOMIZED BLOGS DNI.)

You were surprised by your own boldness. You weren’t quite sure what came over you, but when the idea to invite Gogeta over for dinner at your place sprung into your mind, nothing stopped your mouth from moving and words of said request from spilling out. You were familiar with him enough, and most importantly, comfortable enough to allow him into your living space. You remembered the surprised look that crossed his normally emotionless features, and especially the splash of red that filled his skin. He didn’t respond right away, and you started to worry that you overstepped a line, but he did eventually speak – saying yes.

Here the two of you were now, seated at your lightly decorated dinner table with the light from the setting sun illuminating the room. You had prepared a mere steak dinner, but you were far more focused on seeing how Gogeta reacted to your cooking than you were in eating it yourself at the moment.

“Do you like it?” Your voice broke the stretch of silence between you, though it wasn’t terribly awkward. Gogeta looked up from his plate, singular bang shifting across his forehead, chewing. He nodded, and the pressure weighing your chest down faded.

“Great. I’m glad.” You felt content enough to start eating yourself, but you couldn’t help but still stare somewhat at your guest. How couldn’t you? You weren’t ignorant to how handsome Gogeta was. Today, possibly because you stated this would just be a casual occasion, he was clothed in a turtleneck sweater and navy blue jeans with his black tail coiled around his waist like a makeshift belt. His pair of sneakers, though simple, complemented the entire outfit well. It wasn’t anything to gape at on paper, but on him? He looked dashing, especially with his muscles filling out his sweater so well.

This wasn’t the first time he did. Maybe he always looked good no matter what he was wearing.

“Is there a reason why you arranged this?”

His voice, low and smooth, cut through your train of thought. Dark eyes met your own, and your heart unexplainably quickened. You could sense that he wasn’t being accusatory, only genuinely curious. But how could you put this into words…

“Well…I know we first met not too long ago and aren’t very close, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time together like this to change that. Break the rest of the ice I guess.” Warmth flooded your face, but you continued to look into his eyes. His brow quirked.

“Are you keen on getting to know me better, then?”

“Yes.” You nodded your head, smiling softly. “Is that ok?”

Gogeta appeared to mull over what to say next, placing his fork and knife down. The way he was gazing at you wasn’t something you could fully put into words, but there was something awfully cute about it. Has anyone ever shown interest in him like this? Most likely not. You frankly struggled to believe otherwise.

“Yes. I don’t mind.” To your delight, a little smile appeared on his face. It further made him endearing, but you could pinpoint something…hesitant? About it. You completely expected him to be honest with you, so you doubted he was lying for your sake, but something told you to question it anyway.

“Are you sure? I get it, if I’m coming off as weird…”

“No, you aren’t. I’m not used to this is all. Someone wanting to…know me.”

So your suspicions were correct. But did his words there carry hidden meaning? You didn’t know for sure. Regardless, now you believed Gogeta just didn’t have much of anyone to talk to like this. A shame. Your interest in his life was growing more and more, but you weren’t at the stage yet where you could try and pry into it. You didn’t want to scare him off. He was so fascinating.

“That’s changed now. But don’t worry, only share what you’re comfortable with me knowing. And I’d be happy to share more about myself too. So don’t be shy.”

You winked at him. He started blushing again, just what you wanted to see. This time, he regained his composure quickly and shot you a little smirk that had you grip your fork tightly. He resumed eating, and you followed suit. He finished his plate in the next minute.

“Oh, did you want seconds?”

“Sure, if you didn’t want any.”

Gogeta ended up eating everything else you prepared for the evening, and still mentioned to you later that he wasn’t full. You certainly learned then that his stomach was apparently bottomless.

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[lady-eris]

Rules! + masterlist

Hi there! it's your local writer Lady-Eris, I hope everything is going alright for you : ) this is my first time doing rules. Requests are OPEN as there's hardly any there (hence why i've been going slow with requests, but i'm thinking that might be why no one is submitting anything)

I will do

Female canon x female reader

male x male reader

male x female reader (and vice versa)

male/female x GN reader

angst, fluff, yanderes, platonic work (where neither are dating, or in love but friends and/or family or have family bonds) i love taking villains

I also love doing family found content, and child readers (As long as they aren't romantic to the child)

Match ups

(if you're unsure feel free to ask!)

I WILL NOT do

-self harm or suicide

-rape, and or dubcon or sexual assault

i won't write x ocs unless you're either a super close friend, or it's a matchup

pedophilia

manga only characters (may possibly change)

Maybe pile (don't know yet)

-nsfw?

Masterlist

Dragon Ball

Chilled headcanon

Gamma twins with sick reader

Gamma twins/Dr Hedo headcanons

fighting over food with Beerus

Goku/Vegeta/Android 17/Trunks/Gohan with Mitsuri reader

Zarbon thinking about reader in a meeting

Cell and Cooler Headcanons

Android 17 headcanons

Angst: Twins with dying/dead reader

Yandere

Yandere cell

Platonic Cold family

Jujutsu kaisen

Geto is kicked out the bed by his daughters

Choso and Todo with sister reader

MANGA SPOILERS reaction to Sukuna taking over Megumi

Mama Itadori reader

Sukuna takes over the reader (Yuji, Gojo and Megumi)

Hakari and Kirara watching you dance (Short, an Imagine)

Nanbaka

Nothing yet

Transformers

Nothing yet

Attack on titan

Nothing yet

Naruto

Nothing yet

Baki

Nothing yet

Monkie kid

Nothing yet

Undertale

Nothing yet

Fairy tail

Nothing yet

The legend of Korra

Nothing yet

Jojo bizarre adventure

Nothing yet

One punch man

Nothing yet

Demon slayer

Nothing yet

Kotaro lives alone

Nothing yet

One piece

Nothing yet

More fandoms to be added

[somebrokensaiyan]

I’m glad to see you’re still active on your blog! If it’s okay may I request headcanons about what would a relationship be like with Cui and how did he confess to his crush?

Omg you just reminded me of my big ol crush when that man came on screen 💀. He may of died in the next few seconds but my love lasted at least until Zarbon appeared. Just because of this ask I’m adding Cui to the list 👌.

🌸But here you go! It’s been a long while since I’ve seen Cui and I don’t think there’s much on this dude but this is my take on his personality and how he would deal with having feelings for someone. Reader is gender neutral if that’s okay!🌸

Warning(s): Moderate swearing, slight possessiveness and jealously

Type: Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons

Cui x GN! Reader

What Cui’s like(imo):

• I personally find him to be a bit on the hotheaded and overconfident side.

• I mean, he tried to face off Vegeta, let alone settle some score with him without a doubt that he could beat him.

• (it could be that he can just easily contest with Vegeta, but I like the idea that these are two ego powerhouses, that have had a history of clashing with one another.)

• And speaking of ego, his is HUGE.

• However, he’s definitely more bark than bite. The moment he saw how powerful Vegeta really was, he was reduced to cowardice and desperation.

• You probably have to be that way anyways on the Frieza Force or you won’t make it, so I don’t entirely blame him if the whole tough, egotistical guy is some façade.

When he realizes he’s got it bad:

• Oh he’s a mess.

• I mean, he can probably pull just about anyone he wants because it isn’t anything serious. He’s still riding that ego of his cause he’s more in love with that image of himself than something real.

• But here you are, something so real, and something he finds himself to be falling much harder for.

• He probably doesn’t handle it too well. If you were friends he might just avoid you for a bit until you confront him about it. But, even then he would deny anything being wrong.

• But you know for a fact something’s up when he starts being distant or even a bit cold as opposed to his usual self around you.

• You may have to beat it out of him honestly. It’ll be hard and he won’t admit anything for a while.

• If he didn’t know you, he would try to. He’d do his usual routine when pursuing someone he was interested in, but it would just fail horribly and he’d get embarrassed, and probably just make himself look worse and worse the more he tried to cover it up, or play it off.

• But you probably find it cute and dorky, or concerned and think he needs to see a doctor.

How’d he confess if you were friends:

• Oh he will be such a pain to finally be out with what he’s holding back, that big head of his can only hold so many repressed emotions, but they will come out eventually, but knowing his type it probably won’t come out in a healthy non-toxic way.

• He knows he’s being cold, so he tries to shake himself out of it and invites you to go to a party with him, just hang out like old times.

• He was almost afraid you’d refuse to go with how he’s been acting towards you lately, but so happy when you accept.

• When you get there, you start drinking, dancing, chatting, or just chilling in a quieter corner to talk.

• He’s like his old self again finally, but you know something’s still up. However, you don’t want to possibly ruin this night by bringing it back up. You’re just happy he’s back to normal.

• You talking about whatever, just enjoying hanging out. However, Cui’s eyes aren’t the only ones on you as you do end up dealing with one other guy intrigued by you.

• The guy might have been drunk, or just an idiot. Because despite you turning down his advances and just trying to get back to the conversation you were having with Cui, he wasn’t backing off.

• If anything the guy was getting more pushy, even annoyed that you were ignoring him.

• He wasn’t the only one as Cui’s hand was increasingly clenching more and more around his drink. You eyeballed him a bit and were about to ask him if you two could just move to another spot and lose this guy, but the idiot grabbed your arm.

• And that was it for him.

• Remember when I said Cui’s feelings would probably only surface in an unhealthy, non-toxic way? Yeah, it definitely surfaces here.

• Jealousy, and pure anger.

• How dare this guy just ruin your fun? Your smile? Ignore your obvious disinterest, let alone touch you?

• When he put his hands on you all Cui saw was red, and his arm moved before his mind could as he shoved his drink right into the face of the guy before tackling him to the floor.

• “They told you to back off loser! Can’t you hear?!”

• You tried to pull Cui off of him but his mind was in another plane of existence at the moment, and you could not reach it.

• Some other people had to pull him off of the guy before throwing Cui out because they were sure he’d kill him.

• Once outside, he was slowly coming down from high as you tried to talk to him.

• He was back to that cold attitude as he refused to answer any questions you may have had, but oh boy you weren’t letting him for the hook now.

• He tried to walk away but you just stood right in front of him and demanded that he told you what the hell was going on and why he was acting like such an asshole.

• Silence. He doesn’t answer for a moment, but you can see that coldness to him fade away until you see something almost alien to Cui.

• Fear, he’s afraid. But of what?

• “Cui? What’s wrong?” You’re much softer with him, a softness he’s not use to, but it’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

• “I can’t tell you.” Is what he responded with, but when he saw that you were about to go back to your angry tone, which you had a right to, he rephrased.

• “I- don’t know how to. I’m- afraid to.”

• Now you were just worried. Cui? Admitting he was afraid? Something must terribly be wrong.

• “Cui, you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge you. Look, I’m here for you, for whatever you need of me. If you’re in trouble I can help you.”

• “It’s not that- fuck… how do I say this?” Cui said getting frustrated with himself, why is it so hard to tell you? He finally just took a deep breath.

• “I like you.”

• He couldn’t meet you eyes when he said it, and when you didn’t immediately speak, he continued.

“I do. And- I know. I’ve been a real shithead to you lately, but that’s why. Because I- like you. You don’t have to say anything, you don’t even have to stick around. Especially with how I’ve been acting, I wouldn’t blame you. But- It’s out there. I’ve said it.”

• You went quiet for a few moment longer, which only made the heartbeat in his ears louder, but finally you spoke.

• “I like you too.”

• Now he was just staring at you. Shocked. That was the last thing he expected to hear from you.

• “You what?”

• “I like you, you dumbass. Was it not obvious?”

• It was, he’s just as you said, a dumbass.

• He just stared at you some more before you sighed.

• “I like you, yes. But I mean you, Cui. Not that stuck up asshole that beats drunks up on the floor for speaking to me. I can do that myself. But, if there’s something here for us, you’ll need to learn never to do something like that again. And anytime you need to talk, or you have something bothering you, talk to me. Please. Don’t just shut me out like you did, cause nothing could hurt more.”

• He’s hurt you? Shit… Shit-

• “I’m- so sorry. I never meant to hurt you- I swear, it won’t happen again. I don’t want to ever hurt you.”

• He can be real sweet with you really, but do make sure he cleans up his act a bit. Having violent, jealous outbursts in your name isn’t sexy and you deserve better love.

• Just get him some healthy therapeutic habits to deal with his emotions, and talk things out with him when he needs it.

What being in a relationship is like:

• I bet it’s quite lovely. He’s always trying to impress you, even if you’re in public.

• Oh- and he’s very open about your relationship. He makes sure people know you are together, he practically brags about it at times.

• He just really loves you and is happy he managed to pull you, also, doesn’t want a situation like at the party happening again. He wants to make sure people know you’re his and he is yours, and if they somehow miss that, he’ll let you handle it.

• Probably shows off in training matches when you’re around. Doing so much more uneeded flexing of his muscles or skills.

• I bet he wins most of his fight but if there’s times he really fumbles, he’s gonna be a bit grumbly for the rest of the day. Just try to give him some reassurance and he’ll be okay. Any bit of praise will get him back on track, and he absolutely lives for your praise.

• He’s probably not good at giving gifts.

• Like, he can get them if he see something that makes him really think of you, but he gets so flustered when he tries to give it to you.

• Probably just gives to you before trying to get away or leaves gifts when you’re not around. Just make sure to track him down and give him some smooches. He’s not getting away that easily.

• He can probably be a bit clingy.

• Not in an annoying or toxic way. He just loves being around you. Whether it’s just casually hanging out and chatting, doing nothing but enjoying one another’s presence, cuddling on the couch or in bed, or just walking around. He’s just glued to your side.

• Of course, if you need space he will give it to you for as long as you need, he understands boundaries.

• He’s probably a good kisser.

• There are a lot of times when he’s flustered around you, mainly when cutesy feelings or actions ate involved, but there are times when he can be quite bold.

• He’ll just pin you to a wall to kiss you and you’ll wonder what happened to the guy that was fumbling over his words just to give you a bouquet of flowers just minutes ago.

• VERY PROTECTIVE.

• Maybe even a bit possessive, but sometimes a little possessiveness is nice. Just make sure he doesn’t go crazy with it. As long as he isn’t glaring or trying to start something with any person that comes in close contact with you, it’s okay. Again babe, don’t settle for over-possessive and jealous men you deserve better. Get you a healthy partner.

• He won’t fight your battles for you, he learned his lesson on that. But, if you want a teammate, he’s your man. You can kick ass together.

• He loves taking you out to dinner or just to hang out. Whether it’s to go see a movie or at your favourite restaurant. He also just loves staying at home with you. However, I bet this man does NOT know how to cook.

• But I bet that doesn’t stop him from trying when you two are hanging out at either yours or his place.

• If you can cook, please take over for him before he burns the whole kitchen down. Or at least supervise him and teach him.

• If neither of you can cook honestly he’ll be happy and not as embarrassed when the food he was cooking had been reduced to a burning pile of coal. Safe to say you two may just have take-out most home date nights.

• Loves it when he gets to stay the night at your place or when you stay at his. He just loves getting to sleep with you in his arms and waking up with you there.

• Speaking up, he’s definitely the big spoon. But likes being the little spoon at times when you managed to somehow convince him. He just won’t admit it. Cheeky bastard.

• Might get up early some mornings to cook you breakfast but again- he can’t cook. You’ll probably awake with a heart attack thinking somethings on fire or you’re having a stroke, but no, Cui somehow managed to not only burn toast, but set the toaster on fire.

• “Uh- morning babe.”

• “Cui, how the fuck-”

• Overall I think a relationship with him will be surprisingly tender, when it’s just those sweet moments when you two are alone. Or the more “Cui please shut up-” moments when he’s showing you off like the greatest prize he’s ever won to everyone. If the opportunity arises I bet he’d even brag about it to Lord Frieza. In a subtle way at least, he doesn’t want to lose his head, and plus he doesn’t like the guy.

[deltas-writing-corner]

Courtship (4): The Gargoyle Graveyard

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Malleus x GN!reader)

Author note: Again, thank you all for being patient with me and I apologize for having a very inconsistent writing schedule. I'm going to make it my goal to update on a bi weekly basis instead of leaving you all in silent limbo. Also a reminder I suck at figuring out which warnings to put so if there's something that needs to be forewarned that I failed to disclose please lmk!

Warnings: Mentions of heavy bodily injuries | childhood trauma/neglect | discussions/mentions of discrimination | mentions of virginity/sexual history

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AO3 version

Clay. Stone. Porcelain. Plaster. Metal. There are even gargoyles carved entirely of wood! Some statues are stand-alone works of art while others are part of a clear collection or series of similar inspiration. They even come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; as small as an apple or a towering height to rival Malleus himself. No matter what, each grotesque has been crafted with the utmost consideration, by well seasoned and knowing hands. Even the ones that have clear defects and cannot serve their intended purpose are free of overabundant ivy, weeds, or dust. There’s a clear degree of love and care the family who makes these statues has for their craft that makes him feel less alone in his interest in an uncherished form of art.

“It should be around here somewhere,” you muse aloud. Ever since he expressed interest in seeing more sculptures made with non-traditional materials, you’ve been keeping your eye out for a particular one that would fulfill his yearning. You eventually find it and eagerly point to it. “There it is!”

Malleus watches as you approach a massive-sized statue covered with a thick and half-wet tarp. He helps you remove the cover, revealing a winged and slightly humanoid canine. There are many more grotesques with a similar design, but what makes this one stand out the most is the material it’s made out of.

“Amazing!” Malleus awes. “I’ve never seen a grotesque of this size made entirely of glass! They’ve even managed to maintain their attention to detail despite such an abnormal material choice.”

“You can even see the inner channel where the water would flow in and redirect out of its mouth,” you notice.

“They even went out of their way to make it functional despite it being unfit for actual installation?” Malleus inquires with disbelief. “Such a shame.”

“If you’re looking to buy anything here, I’m afraid it's a lost cause. One of the first warnings the grandfather gave me is that none of these are for sale.”

“What was his second warning?”

“If we damage anything, even as small as a scratch, he’ll kill us.”

“How charming,” he chuckles. “I cannot blame him. These statues must take weeks to complete. Time is a human’s greatest enemy.”

“For some, sure. But when I went to visit the family and talked to the old man, he was lunging around all this heavy equipment like he was still in his prime,” you recall. “He lives for his craft. If there’s anything humans are at risk of their entire lives, it’s a lack of motivation and reason to live.”

“I suppose that’s true, but the lifespan of humans and the inevitable effects of aging is difficult to live with, especially once it begins to hinder one’s ability to do what one could previously do without issue. ”

“You’re not wrong,” you acknowledge. “But I think I’d rather live a short life with fulfillment than a dull, long-as-shit life.”

To show that he’s entirely on your side, Gunter lets out a guttural bark while his tail rapidly wags and thumps the damp ground, coating the ends of his bushy tail in specs of dirt and dirtied, remnant snow of the north that has managed to stay frozen on the isles warmer south end.

“You’re only agreeing with them because you’ve been promised food,” Malleus chastises. “Don’t think I didn’t pick up on your grumbling stomach.”

“And don't think I didn't pick up on your stomach rumbling either your highness," you quip back at him. "The family has a small cottage nearby we can use. We'll settle down for a bit and eat before sightseeing some more."

Before you turn and walk in the direction towards the aforementioned lodgings, you reach your hand out for Malleus to take and he latches onto you with restrained enthusiasm. He's taller than you, but he takes care not to take his normal strides as to not leave you struggling to keep up with him. Gunter doesn't know the way, so he trots beside you every step of the way up until the destination is in plain view. The cottage is small but well-attended. There’s a rustic flair to its construction that makes it feel familiar and safe despite never stepping foot in it before.

"Those gargoyles were something, huh?" you remark to him while you tap and shake off the gunk wedged into the soles of your heavy boots against the frame of the door.

"Indeed," he nods, taking your cloak off for you and hanging it on the wooden rack nearby. "I don't think I've ever seen that many gargoyles in one day. Just when my eyes land upon an intriguing one, there's several more that catch my attention."

The way he gets all wide-eyed is outright adorable. It makes you grin just as enthusiastically too. "I bet your club is going to have a field day once you tell them about this!"

His child-like smile turns into one of disappointment. "I'm certain they would, if I wasn't the sole member that is."

Your hands halt from pulling out and setting down all the premade food out of your pack. "Seriously? You're the only one?"

When he nods his head, you feel a twinge of hurt in your heart. Poor guy. You can only imagine how disappointing it must be to go through all those lengths to start a club (you would know since you're technically a staff member of the school and have been given a rundown on some of the school's functions and regulations) only for no one to show interest. Of course, you completely understand that gargoyles aren't exactly all the rage within the minds of teenage boys. Still! He goes through so much effort to build relationships with his peers but they always cower away, either due to his status or even because of the way he looks. You won’t deny that he does come off as rather intimidating at first glance, but he's a sweet guy once you give him the chance to speak.

But to expect teenagers going through social pressures and demanding academics to be as understanding and willing to understand someone like Malleus is an impossible demand. Given that everyone in the school can be a bunch of self-centered and easily agitated bunch of pricks, it's understandable that most of the student body isn't keen on trying to take into consideration the proper etiquette one needs to consider in the presence of a young and noble fae. Deuce has met and talked briefly with Malleus on one occasion, but even he visibly shakes whenever his name is mentioned, even in casual passing.

Wait until they found out who you've gone and gotten buddy-buddy with behind their back. They probably think they're slick or that their intentions are well swept under the rug, but it's clear they feel some semblance of responsibility for your well-being, as both a magicless individual as well as a close, albeit older, friend. You dread the day people begin to make the connections between Malleus and you, but you still can’t help but wonder what their reactions might be. You also dread the high probability those two idiots are going to find out and embarrass the living hell out of you, which you know you do not have the patience or tolerance for.

Gunter jumps up and sits himself down in one of the wooden dining chairs, pushing the small ceramic plate towards you with his nose, as if telling you "Alright, I’ve done what I said I'd do, now feed me what I'm owed." You tell him that you'll give him what he's well earned after you get a small fire started in the brick fireplace. Just because it's warmer near the southern half of the island and not as heavily blanketed with snow, doesn't mean the cold has completely vanished, Winter is still winter after all.

"Where did these scars come from?"

Malleus' unexpected question and closeness nearly make you drop the iron rod you've been using to stoke the growing fire. You've since taken off your boots and rolled up the bottoms of your pants just above your knee as the room starts to warm up enough for a thin layer of perspiration to accumulate and roll down your skin. The scars he's referring to are the ones on your right leg, both side by side at an awkward angle and discolored. You have a lot more scars than these, some much more gruesome in appearance than these two. Malleus has never asked about your scars, but sometimes you catch him looking in the general area of some that peak through your clothes. He likely keeps quiet about their existence out of courtesy.

Yet out of all the markings on your body, why did these two stand out enough that he'd finally ask about them?

"It's a long story," you say in an effort to stall the topic. "Sit. I'll feed you two once the fire is stable."

He doesn’t push you for an answer, instead simply doing as you say and lets you poke at the burning logs until they're properly aflame on their own. You made mostly some of your morning favorites; Creamy and thick potato stew with diced carrots and peas and some eggs, ham, and crispy hash browns sandwich between homemade halved croissants. You teased him about having picky taste buds earlier, but Malleus is content to eat anything you serve him so long as it is not comparable to the likes of Lilia's atrocious cooking.

(Seriously, how does a man as old as Lilia not know the basic fundamentals of cooking? And why does everything he makes end up burnt and tasting like something rotten? You will never understand.)

"Don't eat too quickly," you warn Gunter as you pour a bit of light-colored soup onto his designated plate. Your words are ignored, as the equally marred wolf sloppily slurps and munches on the few bits of potatoes and vegetables you generously scraped out of the thermos. His food is gone as quickly as it’s put in front of him and he looks at you expecting more.

"No. The rest is mine," you scold. "And don't beg Malleus for some either! I know you do it behind my back, you little shit!"

He turns to look at Malleus with an accusatory glare, thinking that he ratted him out to you. Malleus’s response towards the silent imputation is to turn and look out the window as if something caught his interest all of a sudden, cup raised to his lips as he politely sips away at his meal without an air of calmness. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to hide the amusement that overtakes your senses.

"Malleus, stop that!"

"Stop what?" he innocently asks.

"Stop making me want to laugh!"

He sets his cup down onto its matching serving dish. "It's not my fault you have an easily satiable sense of humor."

"Wow!" you say incredulously and put your arms up in offense. "And here I was thinking we were friends!"

His distant demeanor breaks and you both devolve into a fit of laughter together. Gunter unfortunately takes advantage of your joint distraction and slips away with a warm sandwich between his jaw, your sandwich in particular.

"That damn wolf!" you curse. "I knew I should have trusted my gut and pack extras.”

Malleus pities your distress before moving over to sit closer. "Worry not. I'll split mine in half with you,” he reassures.

"No, it's fine," you immediately dismiss his offer. "Have it for yourself."

"I'm not taking no for an answer," he firmly states. “Don’t be stubborn. It’s far too early for that.”

"I thought you liked it when I was stubborn?” you pout.

He shakes his head with a smile. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t”

"At least someone likes my attitude,” you say after chewing and swallowing a mouthful of soup. “Sebek certainly doesn’t."

"The boy is stubborn as well. When two equally stubborn individuals cross paths, you will witness nothing but discord between the two."

"Add the fact I'm human into the mix, and we'll be exchanging fists instead of words sooner or later," you scoff. "I get that some faes don't like humans, but what's his deal with acting like he’s got a vendetta against me?"

"Sebek doesn't hate humans for the reasons you might think," Malleus admits. "It’s more like he finds them difficult to think that highly of. Did you know that he is half-human?"

You nearly choke on your own breath over the sudden revelation. "Really?"

"Indeed," Malleus finds amusement at your disbelief. "Have you ever wondered why his ears aren't pointed like Silver, but his eyes are like mine and Lilia’s?"

"Damn,” you scratch the back of your head with embarrassment. “Now I feel stupid.”

"You aren't. Given the way he speaks, not many would assume he had human blood in his veins. His mother was highly regarded within her social circle, but her marriage to a human man tarnished her reputation a great deal. She's happy and does not seem to care what others think of her these days. However, when Sebek set out to be a knight, his mother's marriage and his lineage were often brought up as a way to scrutinize his character and capabilities rather than any of his actual shortcomings as an individual."

"Poor kid," you sigh. "Lilia told me those sorts of things still happen in The Valley, but it sounds so outlandish that I couldn’t take it that seriously."

"Many faes hold old traditions above all else, to a degree that the purity of one's blood stands above all other merits." His eyebrows pressed together in annoyance. "Even my grandmother thinks it's archaic, but as the reigning queen she has to embody a persona of neutrality between the social divide."

"It sounds like you have your work cut out for you in the future," you say, almost apologetically. "What do you plan to do about it once you're the king?"

There's a brief flash of surprise over your question, but Malleus easily answers it as usual. "I think my first course of action as king would be to properly knight Sebek and Silver."

"Bet my rifle that Sebek is going to cry the entire ceremony!" you remark with certainty. "That's all he ever goes on about, being a knight and all."

"He's devoted countless hours and efforts since he was a child. If there's anyone who deserves to join the knighthood, it's him."

"Definitely," you nod to further cement your agreement with him. "He could stand to lower his voice a bit. He'll give you tinnitus before long.”

"At least we won't have to worry about losing him in a crowd," Malleus jests.

"That's to say we'll lose sight of him to begin with," you remark. "He'll gladly lose me in a crowd. You? You'd be lucky to get out of arm's length."

"You underestimate me, dearest," Malleus smirks. "Ever since I've met you, I've perfected the art of avoiding Sebek's insistent searches."

"Have you now?" you razz back. "Don't let him catch onto the fact. He'll have my head."

He reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Each second his skin touches yours makes you tingle. Time slows down ever so briefly if only to savor the small instance of physical connection for as long as possible. "What of your aunts?" he inquires. "Are they as overprotective of you as Sebek is of myself?"

"They’re a trio of mama bears," you proudly admit. "I'm old enough to drink and well equipped to fend for myself, but in their minds, I'll always be the little tyke that couldn't even eat their meals without looking at them for approval. Especially my aunt Gia."

You have three aunts. There's your aunt Marisol, the mother of most of your cousins and the main caretaker of the household. Your second aunt Lucia was well into her studies at university when you came to live with them, but her stress and long hours of mulling over her course materials paid off in the long run. Your gardening skills wouldn't be what they are now without her expertise in agricultural botany.

Then there's your aunt Gia. Oldest of the three. An absolute tank of a woman. No spouse. No kids of her own. She lived off the land like an absolute titan. The woman raised you as if she was the one that carried you for nine months and not your actual birth mother.

How would you describe your parents? If your parents were told to list out their priorities in life, their careers would be at the top of the list and you would be put at the very bottom. Why they carried you to term is beyond your understanding. You later learned that Gia had even offered to take you under her care well before your birth, knowing that your parents might not be well-suited to take care of you in the way she thinks would be beneficial for you. It was a convenient offer that would have saved everyone the trouble years down the line when you had your accident. They worked in a cutthroat industry and were constantly moving up the executive echelons. They had no time for you, yet their pride as a pair of young, successful business magnates made them incapable of seeing past the reality of the situation. That left you mostly in the care of last-minute caretakers and your aunts, but only if they had time from their own busy and preoccupied lives to come out into the city and visit.

You were eight years old when things started to get better, but it was upstarted in the worst possible way. Your parents had to go away for the upcoming weekend for work and left you in the care of a babysitter as per the norm. The babysitter never showed up however and your parents apparently couldn’t be bothered to check up on you even once the entire trip. Their silence wasn’t surprising. You just went on about your business for the next three days on your own like nothing was wrong. Your aunt Gia had even called at one point to check up on you, but you didn’t bother to tell her that your parents had left you to fend for yourself. She would have exploded if you did, but not as much as she did when you woke up in the hospital after falling down the stairs and lying helplessly on the ground for several hours with a dislocated shoulder and a compound-fractured leg. You were lulling in and out of consciousness due to all the medication pumped into you, but what little you do remember seeing and hearing when you regained consciousness will forever stick with you for the rest of your life.

If people think your level of swearing is bad, they should have heard your aunt that day. She swore so viciously that it could set an innocent bystander's eardrums on fire. What will forever stand out the most to you was the fact that your parents didn’t even look the least bit apologetic or regretful. They didn’t even approach you once your aunt was done giving them a piece of her mind to check up on you. They simply talked with the awaiting social worker and doctors and then left. It was for the better, but the small part of you that continued to hold onto the desperate belief that your parents would come around one day sent you into a thrashing frenzy and you had to be sedated before you could hurt yourself anymore.

The next year was spent recovering from your injuries, meeting regularly with your caseworker, and going through therapists like a pack of cigarettes. By the time you were back on your feet and the legal proceedings of your custody case were concluded, all you wanted was to move on with it all. Nearly a decade of neglect left you this unattentive, uncertain husk of a person who couldn’t take a single step forward without looking for some sort of guidance or assurance. Your family was exhausted by the entire ordeal and over speaking with third parties. Your aunts took it upon themselves to help you regain your sense of self in the comfort of your new home, no matter how difficult or demanding it was going to be.

“It took some time, but eventually it clicked in my mind that I was in a better place and I started to get better. As for my parents, I have no clue what they’re up to these days.” You lean back into your chair and let out a shaking yawn. “I like to think they’re getting on well like I am.”

“I don’t understand.” Malleus looks at you with unbelievable confusion. “Your parents treated you poorly, yet you don’t sound the least bit resentful. Why is that?”

You shrug your shoulders. “What’s the point? I'm in a better place now, so I've let bygones be bygones. 'Doesn't mean I don't harbor any anger against them anymore. I do, but getting upset won't change what's happened to me."

Gunter, having sensed your discomfort over the matter, trots over and rests his head on your lap. You gratefully rub the top of his head, carding your hands through his thick, coarse hair. "I'm just glad they let me go without a fuss. Family court was hell for my family.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Expensive too.”

Crackling wood fills the momentary silence that befalls the small cottage. What you've recollected to Malleus is a lot to take in, and if you're being quite honest you'd prefer if he just dropped the subject and talked about literally anything else right now. You hope he doesn't say he's sorry or any other type of apologetic comment. That's all you were ever told that entire year it all happened, during court proceedings, your rehabilitation, by both strangers and distant family members alike.

"I'm so sorry. What happened to you was unfortunate. You didn't deserve it."

No shit you didn't deserve any of that. You were a kid. You don’t need one pity party after another to realize that what took place then had fucked you forever. But as you said earlier, you're in a better place now, with a loving and supportive family that's moved on alongside you. A family you need to get back to as soon as possible.

"I love you."

Well, if he was hoping to take your mind off the past. that certainly did it. How can it not? It came out of nowhere and as good as you are at holding your composure when need be, you're sure you look no less like a gaping fish when warm and plush softness presses right against the corner of your lips. A kiss. His kiss.

"What's wrong?" Your voice sounds shaky. You’re nervous.

"Nothing," he smiles reassuringly. "I simply said what I felt needed to be said."

"Fair enough" you concede easily. He was going to say it sooner or later. He already has actually, now that you think about it. Yet here you are trying to process his words like it’s rocket science.

"Am I going about this too fast perhaps?" he genuinely asks. His hands that have been busy massaging your calves that have settled across his lap somewhere during your long retelling gradually slow down, but his hands never go completely still. "This is my first time experiencing something like this."

"What?" You sit up a bit straighter. "A relationship?"

"Yes."

Your head tilts to the side. "Really?"

He nods hesitantly "Yes?"

For a moment, you go completely quiet. "I don't believe you,” you doubtfully say, head shaking to further showcase your refusal to believe him.

He must not have liked your remark, frowning with clear offense in his eyes. When he dislikes something, the vertical slits in his eyes contract into a thin line. "I cannot lie, yet you still doubt me?"

"I know you can't lie, but I find it hard to believe you haven't been with anyone else before," you explain. Before you can consider the appropriateness that was your newfound curiosity about Malleus's apparently non-existent love life, you blurt out, "Are you still a virgin?"

You slap your hand over your mouth the moment those words come out of it. He's equally caught off guard and nearly drops his warm cup of coffee. Even Gunter is surprised by your question, olive-colored eyes looking at you as if you've lost your mind. It's an invasive question, inappropriate even. You and Malleus have been dating for a little over two days. A question like that is way too early to bring up just yet.

"You don't have to answer that," you tell him behind your palm. "I shouldn't have even asked it. Forget I ever brought it up-”

"I'm not," he interrupts you, leaving you even more shocked than you already are. You’re practically gaping like a fish by now. "I'm not a virgin,” he further insinuates.

A deafening silence, but it’s eventually broken by yourself. “I still don’t believe you.”

Malleus gets further annoyed at your refusal to accept his truth. "I'm not lying!" he insists.

"Bullshit!"

"Do you want me to recount my history to you?" he asks, exasperated as you are at the shift the conversation is taking. "Will that satisfy your doubts?"

"You know what? It will!" you loudly declare. "Who'd you sleep with?"

"He was a young page at the time,” he reminisced. “It happened before I was a century old.”

Your eyebrows raise with intrigue. "Was he cute?"

"Yes," he hushedly agrees. The disconcerting admittance paints his face a pinkish-red glow. "But that's not why I bedded him."

"But surely his looks are what made you interested in the first place?” you make blatant regard of the fact.

“You’re not wrong,” he acknowledges, expertly avoiding agreeing with you outright. “But his looks aren't the sole reason I was drawn to him. He was bright-eyed and ambitious, to the point you’d think him insane given his position in the court. It was also the first time I ever truly met with a group of humans, and my young mind was eager to get a more accurate perspective of humans that wasn’t through the lens of my tutors.”

“An ‘accurate perspective’?” You make playful air quotes, eyebrows wiggling because you know the fact that he knows what you’re implying. The playful comment is met with a sharp pinch on your leg that makes you jump and shriek out in pain. Did he have to dig his nails into you? Apparently so, and now you have small crescent indents on your skin. “I bet Lilia had a good laugh when he found out.”

“He doesn’t know, actually,” he admits to you with what is obviously a proud smile.

“Now I know you’re lying to me,” you scoff. “Nothing escapes the old man’s radar.”

His hands begin to rub out the marks he’s left on you as a form of apology. “Lilia is sharp, but he had lost most of his vigor by the time I was born.”

You go wide-eyed again. “You mean his hearing and eyesight was better than it is now?”

He nods affirmatively. “From what I’ve been told, terrifyingly so.”

Lilia is already frightening as is. His short stature and boyish looks make him perfectly unassuming to those who don’t know any better. You once watched him beat up a couple of bulky, twice-his-height students from Savanaclaw without breaking a sweat, yet moments before he was jokingly scolding himself for dozing off so easily. You never once thought he was ever out of his elements. A cold chill runs down your spine thinking how much more perceptive the older fae may have been back during his prime years.

“Wonder what Lilia’s gonna think,” you ponder out loud in a quick effort to banish out the skin-prickling mental imagery your mind was invoking. “About us, I mean.”

Malleus seems surprised that you would change the topic to that of all things, but his initial shock goes away as quickly as it came. “As you may have guessed, he’s an open-minded individual, but he’s also very realistic and unafraid to say what’s on his mind.”

“So what does that mean for you and me?” you question with a bit of hesitation.

“Well,” he trails off and ponders for a moment. “He’ll surely like the scandal our relationship would invoke. However, as my caretaker and mentor, he won’t hesitate to put an end to it if he feels it necessary.”

Had it been anyone else sitting beside you, you’d have found that comment way too extreme and outright ridiculous. However, you are not speaking to anyone ordinary. You are not sitting before someone normal. It doesn't matter how well you get along with him. It sure as hell doesn't matter how deeply in love you are with him, and him of you. The moment you have been deemed a shortcoming, the outings, the closeness, it all stops. All of it will come crashing down and both you and him will be left wondering what could have been done differently.

Malleus is truly your best friend, because already he can tell that your mind is beginning to spiral even when you go quiet. He calls for your attention by gripping his hand around your bare ankle and carefully tugging the end of your limb. “Don’t fret over it too much,” he soothes, yet also sounding like he’s scolding you for letting your mind wander off so negatively. “Lilia is an exceptional judge of character. From what I’ve gathered, you’ve well exceeded all his marks. He trusts you, and to gain such a thing from someone as old and wise as him is an extraordinary feat.”

You brew over the attempted compliment he tried to pay to you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t snub out all these festering thoughts in your head. It doesn’t even give you temporary relief. Perhaps it would have brought you a sense of peace a few months ago, but with everything that has happened thus far, you doubt even Malleus can alleviate the storm that rattles inside you, even if what he speaks is without a doubt nothing but the truth.

Surely he can see that you are still having some hangups. When you lift his hand and plant a chaste kiss on the back of his hand, you hope he can decipher the gesture as a pitiful request for his forgiveness for dampening the once energetic mood. He is not at fault for your loss and inability to think optimistically at the moment and you need to make sure he knows it.

Today is about him, not you. Even if it’s just for today, you’ll put on a pleasant facade and worry about the rest at a later date. It’s just you and him, and for now, that’s enough.

You do a mental countdown starting from three, before finally giving him a late response to the three words he uttered in confidence to you earlier. “I love you too, by the way.”

You love him. You love him. You love him. That’s all his mind can think of for the rest of the day. He replays your reciprocation over and over like it’s sacred and all-powerful.

He had planned to return to his dorm before the sun began to set, but he found the mere idea of detaching from you deeply unwanted and made the last-minute decision to spend the evening at the Ramshackle dorm. He already has a few articles of clothing and personal essentials set up in one of the many empty rooms, so neither Lilia nor you had any objections at his sudden request.

“Don’t worry!” You shout across the room so that Lilia can hear you over his phone. “I’ll make sure he gets to bed on time!”

“You have my gratitude!” Lilia’s muffled voice responds gratefully. “Don’t cause too much trouble now, you two.”

“No promises~” you sing in jest before Malleus hangs up. Once the call ends Johnny, Benji, Franky, and you turn their attention back to their ongoing game of poker. Malleus watches and occasionally laughs to himself over the friendly banter shared between the quartet. At the end of every round, the winner is assaulted with colorful profanities whilst they take their newly won gambling chips with ebullience. Yet with each new dealing of cards, the animosity goes away and they’re all back to being friendly. He finds your interactions with your incorporeal roommates more entertaining than the book he’s been reading to pass the time.

“Hey, fairy boy,” Franky informally calls out toward him. “Don’t be a stranger now. Play a few rounds with us.”

“I’m afraid I’m not well versed in card games,” he admits, yet he still finds himself setting his literature aside and moving over to join them.

“Don’t worry,” you give him a reassuring smile. “They’ll go easy on you.”

“For how long?” he knowingly asks.

You give him an impressed smirk at his quick uptake. “I give it three rounds before they start to pull back their sleeves.”

Malleus is well-adjusted to the need to quickly learn a new topic and the expectation for him to fully comprehend it in full. None of them are harsh on him for his minor mistakes like some of the tutors he’s had in the past. Answers that he believes may be obvious or not as complicated as he thinks they are being answered with enthusiastic patience. The smallest achievements he makes are met with a proud response. When he makes a surprise turnabout and wins his first game, he’s rewarded with an encouraging round of applause by everyone.

“Not bad,” Benji praises as he shuffles the deck of cards. “You’re a fast learner.”

“So I’ve been told,” he humbly replies. “Is this the part where you all stop going easy on me now?”

“Don’t provoke them,” you half-heartedly warn. “Otherwise we’ll be up all night duking it out otherwise.”

Franky sets his glass of iced liquor down on the edge of the table. “Don’t you little lovebirds worry. We won’t take up too much of your well-needed time together.”

Annoyed at the clear jab at his relationship with you, you throw one of your chips towards his head. It passes through his body and clatters on the floor behind him. Your fawn Blossom jumps down from their spot on the couch and goes to sniff it, thinking it to be food, but walks away with a disappointed strut when he realizes it isn’t anything edible.

“I didn’t tell them a damn thing,” you defensively clarify. “It was so obvious what was going on between us that they figured it all out before we made it official.”

He lets out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “That’s...I can’t say I’m too pleased to hear about that.”

“We won’t say anything,” Franky reassures. “Just make sure to put a sock on the door whenever you guys want some alone time.”

“Franky!” you hiss at him. “What the hell?!”

“What?” he looks at you, unbothered by your clear embarrassment. “Do you honestly expect us to think you guys went out just to look at a bunch of statues?”

“Oh, I’m sure they were looking at something,” Johnny smirks. “It wasn’t made of stone though.”

“I hate you guys,” you growl out, arms crossing and leaning back into your seat with an angry huff. You don’t mean it. He can see the tremble of your lips as you try to contain the urge to grin. “Even if we did end up rolling around in the sheets, I wouldn’t be yapping about it for all to hear, much less you guys!”

“What happens in the gargoyle graveyard stays in the gargoyle graveyard, eh?” Franky winks at both Malleus and you, nudging you with his elbow.

“Exactly!” you affirm, batting the large ghost away from you for some much-needed distance. “Now stop being so damn nosy.”

They cackle one last time and everyone seamlessly goes back to their ongoing game. Conversations like the one that just concluded are commonplace in your dormitory. Even if he contributed next to nothing to the discussion, he enjoys watching them interact. You come from a world where ghosts are hardly as overt as the ones in this world. Ghosts are said to entertain themselves by picking on the living, to the point that it can be fatal. Your ability to come up with witticisms at a moment's notice is something he enjoys seeing in action. He feels great satisfaction not only knowing that he has secured your love but to also see you in a state of tranquility and within your elements.

As Benji and you have a hushed conversation on the sidelines, he reaches over and places his hand on your knee beneath the table. You quietly reach over and put your hand over his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb like it’s instinctual. Unfortunately, the heart-fluttering moment is ruined by the sudden buzzing of his phone. He has half a mind to ignore it, but when he gives the screen a glance he realizes ignoring the caller is not an option.

“I’ll be out for a moment,” he excuses himself once he sets his hand down and stands himself upright. “This shouldn’t take that long, hopefully.”

They all stop to look up at him inquisitively for half a second. In unison, they ask, “Sebek?”

“Sebek,” he affirms.

There are simultaneous displays of annoyance, pity, and silent wishes of good luck directed at him. He’s tempted to ask where all this contempt for the boy comes from, but then he remembers the many times Sebek barges his way into their dorm at the worst possible moments. It is either when everyone is beginning to settle down after a long day or in the middle of an important house project, the former more so than the latter now that the dorm is much more stable and in need of less restoration. Malleus learned the hard way how ill you and the ghosts will react when your peace is unwantedly interrupted and your space invaded by an unwanted guest.

Sebek is also quick to scrutinize whatever he sees out loud without a filter. You never seem to mind half of the time, merely rolling your eyes and moving past Sebek’s ill-meaning remarks as if you never heard them. As you are someone Malleus highly regards and holds close to his bosom, he hopes Sebek can one day set aside his strife with humankind and give you the due diligence you deserve.

...Though, he completely understands that reaching that point will take time. While you can endure Sebek to a certain degree, there are times where he, unfortunately, pushes you past that threshold and, without flinching, you will tell him to “Shut the fuck up”. Your words, not his.

“Young master!” Sebek's transmitted voice peaks and he has to half pull it away to give his pained eardrums some relief. “I was informed by Lord Lilia that you will be spending the night over at the Human’s dorm. Have you all your accommodations at their estate? If not, I will swiftly-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he half laughs at his enthusiasm over such a small task. “I have enough to keep me comfortable and well for a few days. Your offer is still very much appreciated.”

“Y-Yes, of course,” he stutters. “If there’s anything you should ever find a need for, please inform me at once! I will fulfill your every wishes no matter the hour!”

He’s enthusiastic and ready to act at a moment’s notice, even during the middle of a cold and dark hour. Malleus doesn’t necessarily dislike this part of Sebek, but he’s starting to understand why someone like you would find such subservience difficult to deal with. At any moment, Malleus could ask Sebek to grab some insignificant item of his and tread through the thick snow to deliver it to him, and the boy would do so with jubilation and utmost timeliness. You on the other hand wouldn’t be caught dead ordering someone to do something on your behalf when you believe you are well and capable of doing it yourself.

You don’t put expectations onto the backs of others, choosing to trust yourself first before anyone else. He knows now that it’s a result of the one instance where you expected something from someone, only to be thoroughly let down and left wondering if it was you who did something wrong.

Malleus cannot make up for the pain you’ve been subjected to, but he hopes that he can become the outlier in your life that surpasses any preconceived notions you may hold onto others. He hopes...No, he absolutely will be the one who brings you your well-earned and deserved joy and repose, just as you have done for him and continue to do so.

You love him, and he will ensure he is worthy of every last drop of your fidelity.

[vixenpen]

Master List pt.4

Rules

(Almost all of my content is NSFW and my characters are aged up within the text. I’m trusting y’all to be mature and turn around if you can’t handle that.)

Attack on Titan

Levi

Headcanons

Erwin

Headcanons

Erwin x Thicc (F) reader

Scenarios

Erin

Headcanons

Scenarios

Hair Pulling Kink

Man bun

Black Clover

Cap. Yami

Headcanons

DBZ/DBS

Bulma

Headcanons

Goku

Headcanons

Trunks

Scenarios

Saiyan sex

Headcanons

Vegeta

Headcanons

Magi the Magic Labryinth

Monster Musume

Arachnea

Headcanons

Shibari (NSFW)

My Hero Academia

Mafia AU pt.9

Music Industry AU

Self insert requests

Class 1A (Boys)

Bakugo Katsuki

Headcanons

Poly! Bakusquad x 90s fashionista

S/o with a rabbit quirk

Bakugo smokers fetish

Mixed GF poly Bakusquad

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Black Darling

Bakusquad x s/o w/anxiety

Cuddly Bakugo x GN Reader

Scenarios

Sit on my lap (nsfw)

Blowjob Challenge

Stretch you out/pt.2

Hanta Sero

Headcanons

Poly! Bakusquad x Affetionate Reader

Scenarios

Kaminari Denki

Headcanons

Bad Girls Club (SFW)

Thicc Reader

Scenarios

Kirishima Eijirou

Headcanons

Black girlfriend

Spice it up (KiriBaku x Reader)

Gf w/long labia (nsfw)

Scenarios

Santa Baby (NSFW)

I’m in love with a stripper (NSFW)

Midoriya Izuku

Headcanons

Small boob s/o(nsfw)

WAP Dance

Don’t run from the 🍆 (NSFW)

Scenarios

Tenya Iida

Headcanons

Scenarios

Todoroki Shouto

Headcanons

All dressed up (SFW)

Scenarios

Tokoyami Fumikagi

Headcanons

Class 2B

Shinsou

Headcanons

Black girlfriend

Scenarios

Gamer! Shinsou x Nerdy Thicc Reader/pt.2

Monoma

Class 1A (girls)

Ashido Mina

Headcanon

Scenarios

Kyouka Jiro

Headcanons

Yaoyorozu Momo

Headcanons

Black Girl Momo

Scenarios

Tsuyu

Headcanons

Big 3

Mirio

Heroes

Aizawa

Headcanons

Scenarios

Romcom AU

All Might

Headcanons

Glory Hole (nsfw)

Endeavor

Headcanons

Scenarios

Fat gum

Headcanons

Gang Orca

Headcanons

Scenarios

Please Me/Yes Goddess

Hawks

Headcanons

Black Cookout w/girlfriend

Scenarios

Caged Hearts (Hawks x Miku (OC)) pt.27//pt.28 (final)

Neighbors pt.11//pt.12//pt.13//pt.14//pt.14

3some w/ Mirko//pt.2

Villain! Hawks x Miku (OC)x Eureka(OC) (nsfw)

Happy Birthday Hawks love Miku

First Time (Virgin! Hawks x Fem Reader)

Touched By an Angel pt.1 (NSFW)

Love Language (Hawks x Miku (oc) pt.1//pt.2

Hawks x Miku (oc) Black Slang

Misc.

Roasting Hawks

Miku singing/interview

Mirko

Headcanons

Scenarios

Strap-on x Femme Reader (nsfw)

Citizens

Todoroki Natsuo

Headcanons

Todoroki Rei

Headcanons

Scenarios

Villains

Dabi

Headcanons

Forced Rim job

Scenarios

Quirkless! Dabi x Hot teacherAU//Hot Teacher pt.2 (NSFW)

Shigaraki

Headcanons

Prank

Naruto

Headcanons

Kakashi

Scenarios

Headcanons

Kinks

Shibari

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

• Eddie Munson

Our Year: pt. 1//pt.2//pt.3//pt.4//pt.5

[spilledbeans116]

I wrote like

A “Vegeta taking care of you cause you’re sad” fic

Should I post that? It’s a gn!reader fic (I learned what that meant today!!!!!! Big day for me) and I don’t use y/n at all

But yeah I’ve been in a funk and I doubt canon Vegeta would ever do this but it cheered me up so

If you want it lemme know I suppose :) if not it shall stay in my Google drive where I can read it over and over again LOL

[vampcubus]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 .

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 .

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

›    kyojuro rengoku . tengen uzui . obanai iguro . mitsuri kanroji . sanemi shinazugawa . tanjiro kamado . zenitsu agatsuma . inosuke hashibira . genya shinazugawa . shinjuro rengoku . hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) . akaza . douma . gyutaro . gyokko . yushiro . hotaru haganezuka . kagaya ubuyashiki . muzan kibutsuji . yoriichi tsugikuni . kokushibo .

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀

›    cathleen bate / star and stripe . toshinori yagi / all might .

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐖

›    prince sidon . ganondorf .

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

›    lo’ak . neteyam . kiri . spider . jake sully . neytiri . tonowari . recom quaritch . grace .

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍

›    john doe / joker . harvey dent / two-face . edward nygma / riddler .

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒

›    blitzø . fizzarolli . asmodeus . mammon .

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

›    lucifer morningstar . adam . lute . sir pentious .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀

›    lucio . asra . muriel . julian . vulgora .

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

›    hange zoe . reiner braun . bertholdt hoover . porco galliard . pieck finger . floch forster . yelena . annie leonhart .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

›    goku . vegeta . gohan . broly (dbs only) . frieza . shin . zamasu . lord beerus . lord champa . whis . jiren . dyspo . piccolo . frost . krillin . android 18 . android 17 . cabba . gamma 1 & 2 . tapion .

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈

›    mizu . akemi . takayoshi . abijah fowler (... not a word) .

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎

›    naruto uzumaki . sasuke uchiha . rock lee . kiba inuzuka . sakura haruno . hinata hyuga . shino aburame . gaara . kankuro . shikamaru nara . jiraiya . neji hyuga . orochimaru .

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

›    kafka (kaiju no. 8) . howl (howl's moving castle) . nebula (mcu) . sunny day jack (something's wrong with sunny day jack) . john doe (john doe game) . victor van dort (corpse bride) . wally darling (welcome home) . sun & moon (fnaf sb) .

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

›    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

oneshots, quick thirsts/drabbles, and headcanons (note that my headcanons are a bit longform)

dom!reader x sub!character. top or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant.

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will write fem or gender-neutral for sfw (pls specify if you'd prefer a gn!reader)

fluff, smut, angst, horror. i prefer to write abt romance but platonic relationships are also welcome

i write primarily in canon but ask me about AUs

yandere!character

non-sexual non-con (non-con touching/affection), dub-con, controlling behavior, obesession, manipulation, blood & gore.

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega!readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: obamitsu x reader, uzuren x reader, inotan x reader, fizzmodeus x reader, ronal x reader x tonowari…)

hybrid au, demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom) catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys, etc...

despite the high saturation of nsfw content on this blog, wholesome fluff & sfw are very welcome! (i actually like writing sfw a little more ���)

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : reverse comfort, bed sharing, confident/forward readers, vampires, monster/cryptid!character au, yandere!character, hybrid au, soulmate au, sickfics.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : mommy kink, master kink, dacryphilia, pet play, collars, corruption kink, rigging, overstimulation, edging, spit kink, blood kink, vulnphilia, choking, pegging, rimming, praise kink, feminization, masochist subs, dumbifacation, size kink/size difference, monsterfucking, threesomes, harems.

›    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

sub!reader x dom!character

male/amab!readers

kink no-no's: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, foot fetish, piss play/watersports/omorashi, maledom.

sexual abuse, forced pregnancy, miscarriages, emergency requests.