[Alastor x Reader]
Synopsis: Oddly specific (but also vague) boyfriend Alastor headcanons.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, typical violence
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, lowercase intended, feeding the void, i hope u enjoy hehe
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who loves to be a pain in your ass—constantly saying that he won’t do the chores you asked him to do—but ends up doing everything you asked and everything you were supposed to do.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who will send out his shadow to mess with you when you guys are apart.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who will attempt to bite you every chance he gets, forgive him; you just look so tasty!
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who uses your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash when (if) he takes a shower—he likes how you smell and can’t be bothered to buy his own.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who loves to cook for you! he often cooks meals that his mother taught him to make; he also enjoys it when you add your spin to those recipes.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who takes all your things and hides them; there is no reason, sometimes he feels a bit silly.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who often asks you to dance with him. he likes spinning himself and spinning you till you’re dizzy.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who will attack anyone who disrespects you with no hesitation—they’re basically disrespecting him when they disrespect you.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who likes to cut you off, speaking or waiting in line, doesn’t matter to him; he really just wants to test your patience.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who head bumps you when he doesn’t know what to say.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who likes wearing your things that are easily concealable; jewelry, socks, nail polish even—it reminds him of you, usually smells like you, and it’s probably cleaner than his stuff.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who will sneak up behind you every chance he gets.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who likes staring at you; he’ll try to do it when you’re not paying attention to avoid having to talk about it.
BOYFRIEND ALASTOR, who really does care for you; believe him, he’s trying his best to show his affection.
[Sanpo Koski x Reader]
Synopsis: Sampo is really not a morning person.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, mentions of food (?)
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, this feels like it's written super clunky what, i hate him but i love him, not enough sampo content out here!!!!
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
Sampo is not a morning person—he’s usually more productive at night anyways, so why does he have to be awake in the morning?
Slowly opening his eyes, Sampo was temporarily blinded by the warm sunlight peeking through your bedroom curtains. He frowned from the lack of your presence next to him, debating what to do next.
He faces a difficult decision: bury himself into your pillow and try to drift off to sleep once again, or get up and search for you. Neither option comforts him, as he can't bear the thought of being separated from you.
Well, maybe he’s being dramatic–but to him, it seems like he's caught in a lose-lose situation; he doesn't want to leave your bed, but he also can’t go back to sleep without you next to him.
“[Name]–!” He whined, extending the last syllable of your name.
“[Name], please…!”
He still hears no response.
Groaning in annoyance, he sat up slowly, glaring at the window. Sampo was really not a morning person, especially when you were not beside him in the mornings.
Tumbling out of bed, Sampo gets hit with the smell of coffee and heads toward the kitchen. The low humming of the coffee machine echoed through the apartment as you brewed a fresh cup of coffee. Rubbing his eyes, Sampo feels the drowsiness slowly drift away from him as he watches you pour the coffee into a cute mug.
Walking over to you slowly, he leans against your back wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You’re so cruel! Leaving me alone like that this morning–stop laughing..!”
Pouting, he watches you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your laughter–slowly breaking out into a grin.
“I’m sorry, it’s just–!” You try to say before breaking out in laughter, holding the countertop for support.
“I didn’t say anything funny…” Sampo says, breaking into a small smile himself.
“I know, I know…It’s just the way you said it was funny.” You teased, turning around in his grasp to hand him a steaming mug of coffee.
Gently taking the mug from you, he sipped the coffee–savoring the taste. Sampo felt a wave of comfort and pleasure wash over him as he looked at you, grateful for this morning.
Sampo hates mornings, though he supposes he can deal with the morning if he sees you make his coffee every day.
[Welt Yang x Reader]
Synopsis: Oddly specific (but also vague) simpy welt yang headcanons.
Tags: Soft, established relationship
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, happy fathers day 2 the dilf (gilf) luvrs out there, 2 for 1 check out the jing yuan fic
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
WELT YANG, who loves to hold your hand when he’s worried because it provides him a sense of security.
WELT YANG, who always gives you tight hugs because he loves how you smell and he loves holding you close.
WELT YANG, who commits every little detail about your appearance to memory so he can sketch scenarios of you two together when he has some downtime.
WELT YANG, who will take the food you hate off your plate even if he isn’t too fond of it himself—he would instead power through eating something he doesn’t like then make you do it.
WELT YANG, who likes to cook with you because he likes how domestic it feels.
WELT YANG, who smiles at you whenever he sees you so that he can see you smile back.
WELT YANG, who uses you as a pillow—you’re just so comfy!
WELT YANG, who tugs on your sleeve when you start to wander too far away from him.
WELT YANG, who sometimes takes your jackets so you're forced to wear his.
WELT YANG, who keeps a photo (or two) of you in his wallet—one of just you and one of both of you.
WELT YANG, who gets teased by Himeko for how infatuated he is with you.
WELT YANG, who would love to introduce you to his friends and family back home when he gets the chance.
WELT YANG, who always looks forward to spending the night with you, discussing his thoughts about various topics while looking at the stars.
[Jing Yuan x Reader]
Synopsis: Oddly specific (but also vague) simpy jing yuan headcanons.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, slight implication that jing yuan wants to live in your skin
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, happy fathers day 2 the dilf luvrs out there, 2 for 1 check out the welt yang fic
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
JING YUAN, who is always so needy for kisses—he just can’t get enough of yours!
JING YUAN, who almost always daydreams about you while he’s working.
JING YUAN, who buys everything you look at immediately, even if you beg him not to.
JING YUAN, who rests his entire body weight on you while hugging you just to see if he can tip you over.
JING YUAN, who holds your wrist more than your hand—so that he can feel your heartbeat.
JING YUAN, who constantly puts his hands under your shirt to hold your waist because he likes to feel your skin under his fingertips.
JING YUAN, who will randomly bite you just because he likes to see your reaction.
JING YUAN, who asks you to do his hair even if you are not good at it because he likes how soothing the feeling of your fingers against his scalp.
JING YUAN, who kisses you on any moles or birthmarks you may have so that he can get you to kiss the mole under his eye.
JING YUAN, who makes you play chess with him, then whines about how you’re cheating whenever you are up one pawn.
JING YUAN, who always takes photos of you when you’re not looking.
JING YUAN, who always stares at you with a dreamy look on his face instead of working—much to Fu Xuan’s chagrin.
JING YUAN, who holds you tight when you both sleep at night to reassure himself that you are safe and alive.
JING YUAN, who would do absolutely anything for you.
[Deuce Spade x Reader]
Synopsis: Deuce starts questioning if you would love him as a worm late at night.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, crackish reader is not yuu
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, happy belated bday to deuce, deuce lovers this is for you, i am working on the leech twin fic i swear but there's also a yoichi fic going on whoops
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
Late nights (or early mornings) with Deuce might be one of your favorite things. Both of you huddled up under a blanket in his room—talking about all sorts of things, discarding the movie playing. It all just feels so ethereal.
Being around Deuce himself is also relatively peaceful. The steady beat of his heart, body heat, and rhythmic breathing lull you into a sense of security.
"Hey [Name]..? Would you still love me if I was a worm?" Deuce asks, looking distraught.
In pure confusion, you look at him—further fueling his dread.
“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that, Deuce?” You ask, sitting up slightly.
Stumbling over his words, he asks again. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
“A worm..?”
“Yes—a worm! Ace said it’s common for people to turn into worms—and he said you wouldn’t love me anymore if I did turn into a worm!”
Sitting up a bit more, you can see the troubled look on Deuce's face—his breathing a bit more erratic than before; his face flushed red, anxious eyes looking straight at you—he’s really stressed out over the possibility of turning into a worm.
“A worm..? Would I still love you if you were a worm..?” You say with an eyebrow raised, trying not to burst into laughter.
“Yes—[Name], this is serious, don’t laugh!” Deuce cries out.
Deuce sighs when you finally burst out in laughter—you can hear him muttering under his breath and pouting about how stupid the question sounds.
“Ah, Deuce dear…I don’t think your question is stupid—it’s just that I wasn’t expecting you to ask me if I would still love you if you were a worm at nearly one in the morning,” you say gently.
“Well, would you?” He asks again frantically.
You can only imagine what anyone else hearing this conversation would think. “Yes, Deuce, I’ll still love you if you were a worm..” you tell him.
His eyes light up with excitement; “Really—?” He says, trying to process this newfound information. “Are you sure..?”
“Yes, Deuce, I would still love you as a worm; I’d make you a terrarium, too, if you would like one as your worm self.”
He smiles softly before thanking you, now relaxed and slowly drifting off to sleep.
[Azul Ashengrotto x Reader]
Synopsis: Oddly specific (but also vague) boyfriend Azul headcanons.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, reader owns hair ties and chains, reader is not yuu
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, azul is so pretty, also this style was supr fun guys
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who loves it when you visit him during his work—he knows that he works a lot and can’t help but feel like he sometimes neglects you.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who stares at you with so much adoration when you sit with him in his office.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who keeps trinkets you gifted him in his room and not in his office after a client of his broke something you gave him—he’d never admit it, but he cried after that event.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who takes notes on his phone about your interests, likes, dislikes, and overall everything you tell him—he just loves to learn about you.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who keeps track of the things you tend to stare at in stores so he can buy you them as a surprise gift later.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who “borrows” whatever fragrances you own to make his scarf smell like you.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who steals your hair ties and chains to wear because he likes having a part of you with him at all times.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who carries around the “stupid” octopus keychain you gave him because it reminded him of you.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who always makes an effort to plan the best date nights because he loves how you smile at him through the night.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who has a private photo album on his phone of photos of both of you (mostly you) from your dates and whatever random photos you send him throughout the day.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who always looks starstruck and flustered after you cover his face with kisses.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who writes letters about you to his mom detailing how ‘wonderful’ you are.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who hugs you a little tighter at the end of every night when you both have to go back to your respective rooms because he knows he’ll miss you.
BOYFRIEND AZUL, who is so absolutely in love with you.
[Trey Clover x Reader]
Synopsis: Trey Clover enjoys the little moments with you while baking.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, could be interpreted as slight violence somewhere (?), reader is not yuu
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, i managed to recover one of my drafts (it’s from valentines day if you couldn’t tell), reverting to old late night(morning) posting habits, fuck you docs for killing my drafts i had so many twst works in there but whatevr
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
Trey Clover thinks baking with you is an experience. Sure, Trey knows what he’s doing—and you know what you’re doing; but somehow, when he bakes with you (and only when he bakes with you), he finds himself covered in flour, sugar, eggs, butter, and whatever else he needed to use that day.
His least favorite memory from baking with you was Valentine’s Day—when you got pink food coloring all over his hands (Riddle was not amused, to say the least). He supposed the scolding from his angry house warden was worth it because you gave him several kisses all over his face and hands to make up for it. Surprisingly, baking with you on Valentine’s Day is also among his fondest memories. He’d die before telling you that he keeps a photo of you holding up the pink heart-shaped cake in his wallet—he really doesn’t want to inflate your ego any more than needed. Trey also remembers when he cracked an egg on your head as payback for throwing flour at him, a prank that he quickly realized did not amuse you. That was also the first and last time he let you near that batter while baking—seeing how you chucked the bowl of cake batter at him in retaliation to his egg prank. Trey remembers how you both had to go shopping the next day to get him new shoes because the batter would not come out no matter how much he scrubbed. He also remembers how you both sped out of the shoe store after looking at the price tags of precisely two pairs of shoes—and how you suggested that robbing Riddle or Cater was an option for the money. He’s still unsure if you're joking, but the prospect always makes him chuckle. Trey thinks baking with you is an experience, one that come with stories that he likes to think back on, stories that he can tell his younger siblings when Trey writes them letters—or when he goes back home during the holidays. He believes baking with you is truly an experience like no other, one he wouldn’t give up for anything.
[Seishiro Nagi x Reader]
Synopsis: Sei thinks naps with you are the best.
Tags: Soft, established relationship, mentions of literal sleeping together (?)
Notes: Probably ooc, not proofread, i feel like this is really short in comparison to what I usually write, also sorry for uh not posting; please expect more long breaks like that from me <3, + i may go update a ton of my work titles n synopsis’ or formats
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
If Seishiro could use one word to describe napping with you—he would describe them as peaceful.
He just can’t resist sleeping on you; you’re just so warm, and you smell so nice (plus the fuzzy blanket you had draped over you while reading was also a bonus). He just finds your presence so relaxing—he can’t help it! Once he settles into your embrace, his mind is cleared of all his stress—entirely focused on the steady beating of your heart—lulling him to sleep. He’s also determined to keep you in your spot once he starts to drift off; he knows that. It would be a shame if his favorite pillow left him mid-nap. Seishiro thinks napping with you (or on you) is so incredibly peaceful; it also doesn’t help that he rests the best when he’s with you, constantly waking up energized and refreshed.
