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Could I request some Antisepticeye fluff? Maybe he's tired and just cuddling reader + being generally affectionate towards them

Snuggles

A good prompt to get back into things, I really enjoyed writing my sweet boy again.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 425

Not a lot of people think of your demon boy as being of the cuddly variety. Especially since most of them meet the business end of his knife. But when he’s sleepy and just wants to lay on top of you at the end of the day? It’s like everything in the world goes quiet and all you can hear is the quiet hum of his glitches as he settles in. 

His hair is fun to play with as he rests his head on your chest, occasionally being able to sneak a kiss to the top of his head without him playfully snapping his teeth at you and nearly catching your nose. The way he purrs when you slip your hand under his shirt to hold him closer and let him feel the warmth of your skin against his. He’s normally an absolute heat sink, so you’ve learned to load up on blankets during the winter, although it’s an absolute godsend in the summer time when it’s too hot for even covers. 

When he gets this tired, he’s usually beyond words and just wants to snuggle up with you, maybe he’ll growl at you a little if he doesn’t get his way immediately. You’ve been scooped up from your work, swept off your feet in the kitchen, even picked up by the ankles and taken back to your room so he can sleep. You’ve offered to get him something else to cuddle with in your absence, but he doesn’t sleep as often as you do so it’s not really fair to not oblige him when all he wants is to be with you. 

But right now, you just hear his quiet purrs as he squirms just enough to get comfortable again before resuming his snoring. A lot of the time he likes being able to grab your hand and press his lips against your fingers, perpetually making you feel like royalty even in slumber. 

Over the years, he’s gradually been just stealing your pajama pants, and latched onto a comfortable pair of flannel ones with pockets, and a buffalo check pattern. The cutest thing in the morning when you spot him hovering in the kitchen just trying not to face plant into his morning cup of coffee. But when the pant legs ride up as he’s sprawled across you, trapping you against the bed? Unmatched. 

“Sleep well, mo mhuirnin…”

You place one last kiss to his brow before tucking your face against his, holding him close as you let the exhaustion consume you as well.

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Weighted

Someone take my sleepiness away and put in my fics, please and thank you.

Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 440

Sleep has sucked for you for the last little bit, tossing and turning in bed. Throwing off blankets and struggling to feel snug enough to not want to kick your legs in restlessness. Nothing feels safe and you are starting to become frustrated and upset with how inconsistent your sleep has been. This is all so unfair, you didn’t ask for this. 

Yancy, however, seems to notice this and approaches your bed as he walks past your room to crash on your couch. He’s been hanging around just until he gets his own space, and despite being a night owl tends to be pretty quiet in the evenings. 

“Oh, sorry… was I keeping youse up?”

You lift your head from your pillow, frowning at him.

“Huh-? Oh, no. I just, can’t sleep. It’s fine.”

“Youse’s face is telling me youse ain’t just fine. What can I’s do?”

He cautiously sits on the edge of your bed, looking at you like you’re terminally ill when you’re just having a bout of insomnia. 

“I don’t know, no matter how many blankets I put on, it never feels like enough. It feels like I’m not secure in my bed.”

Yancy ponders your predicament for a few seconds, before getting hit with a rare moment of brilliance. Well, brilliance for him.

“What if I just lay down on youse? I weigh plenties, and youse can sleep!”

“Yancy- that, you don’t need to do that. I know you’ll probably still be up for quite a bit and you’ll just get bored on top of me. Plus, isn’t that, a little weird…?”

“Youse made it to every conjugal visit for alls of my years in prison, it’s the least I can do for youse.”

Despite your earlier protestations, you decide to relent and let him try his idea. You toss the blankets off of you and let him in under the covers, and he quickly wraps his arms around your waist as he rests his head on your chest. Instead of feeling crushed, you feel cherished, protected. It’s like your body finally lets you put down your guard from whatever nonexistent threat there is in your home, and quickly starts pulling you down into deep sleep.

To not feel awkward, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close, resting your face on the top of his head, buried in his hair. He smells like your shampoo and conditioner, but he wears the scent better than you do. Your breathing turns shallow after a big sigh, and he’s sure you’re asleep. If it gets you to sleep, he will always do this for you. 

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Hiii,

I saw you started writing again and let out a lil cheer of joy.

On that note I'll take this opportunity to pop in a request for a scenario that's been swirling in my mind a bit.

Would you be able to do anything for the host with a like, extremely physically affectionate reader, like extremely? (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Caramel

Apologies, I had this written a while ago and completely forgot to post.

The Host (Matthew) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 411

It’s hard to sometimes show your affection to Matthew. Your feeling towards him is no mystery, he tells the narrative as it happens. But hearing it from his lips and feeling it are a completely different thing. But the way you touch his face when he starts speaking, encouraging him to speak in a whisper as the never ending narrative escapes his mind. Hand softly against his neck feeling the baritone vibrations of his voice. The way the story trails off as you just hold his face, and he begins to softly growl as your fingers sweep across his cheeks.

It’s those moments where he for even briefly feels freed from the never ending narrative and instead is entirely in yours. Words fail his lips when you unwrap his bandages, gentle touches and going slow as dried blood tugs at his skin. You remove the gauze as they’ve started to heal, and he can see you blurrily through the blood and tears. Wipe them clean and give him his eyedrops, allowing him some clarity in this moment of peace. 

Sometimes you have him sit back in his writing chair, other times you just sit in his lap wherever he is to do it. It’s hard to fight against you when you do it because it’s the only peace and silence he has from the story. You aren’t part of the narrative. You’re just there for him. He sees you, not as a character in the story, but as the love of his life who tells a different story with him. Takes him by the hand and turns pages he never could. 

He got a cat. Named it Caramel. 

He did. Not the narrative. Him. A choice that was his and his alone, because you made it so. 

Caramel is of the orange variety and doesn’t believe in literature, which gives him relief from the rigidity of everything when Caramel sprawls across his lap. Even if it makes a bit of a mess, occasionally knocking his papers off his desk or turning off the lamp gives him a laugh of normalcy. When you come help him pick up the mess, it gives him a glimpse of the life you live. Hands grazing against each other while he cleans up the scattered mess, or you tackling him from behind and making him fall flat on his face. With you he forgets about the bandages, and the story. You make him a new man.

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You should write some Darkiplier fluff

Smug

Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 558

You right. Now you’re married.

Dark has been taking every opportunity to kiss you. This has been going on all day, and it’s starting to affect your ability to work. Anticipating him ambushing you around a corner or as soon as you walk into a room. Sometimes it’s a peck on the cheek, sometimes it’s him pulling you into the deepest kiss you’ve had in a long time, and you were wondering if he had plans of… escalation.

After he kisses your hand as you pass him in the hallway, with flushed cheeks, you’ve had enough.

“What is your problem today!?”

“I have no idea what you could possibly mean.”

“You! With the kissing! Stop it!”

“Is a man not allowed to adore his partner, and show it in any way possible?”

He leaves you sputtering, while he leans on his cane, looking a little smug. You meet his eyes and it’s not hard to see he’s absolutely lovestruck. Admiring your face, looking down your body, then back up to your face. To him, you are the most gorgeous being he has ever laid his eyes on.

“You can, but isn’t the kissing a little excessive?”

He approaches you, taking your hands in his, leaning his cane against the wall.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No…”

“Is there a problem with how I’m doing it?”

“It just catches me off guard… I can’t focus on anything other than you.”

“Maybe that is the point. Take the day off, for me.”

Dark raises your hands to his lips, kissing each individual finger, then your palms. You hold his face, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks. He closes his eyes, letting out a soft growl at your comforting gesture.

“Alright, I will. Just for one day.”

Dark lights up, excited that his tactics have worked. You take his hand, grabbing his cane for him as you walk down to his private parlor. He coaxes you to sit on the couch with him, pulling you into his arms. It’s weird having him this touchy when he usually is content with the passing kiss or handholding usually.

“Is something going on today? Bad day?”

“I missed you. I missed the old you, before I hurt you. Before I was hurt.”

“Dark…”

You take his hand, rubbing his wedding ring to remind him it’s there. A simple silver band with a garnet and sapphire set into it. You gaze down at your own ring, rose detailing around the diamonds. He tried to go all out, and you had to convince him to tone it down. Your wedding was modest, a day spent together with just a few of the household members present, Wilford officiated. Although you’re not quite sure if he’s legally allowed to do that, it doesn’t matter.

“I love my hubby. Very much.”

“I love you. So much. I thank my lucky stars I have you in my life again.”

You turn towards him, getting him to lay back as you wrap your arms around his torso. He seems happy that you’re cuddling him, letting out quiet growls as you’re pulled in tighter.

“I don’t want this to end.”

“It won’t, not for a while.”

“Good. Because I am not moving.”

Dark kisses your cheek, settling in for a nap. Cheeky bastard got what he wanted, but it’s hard to say no to him.

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Sedate

Another stubbornness competition.

Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 330

The little fit you pitch when you’re tired is rather adorable, but Dark doesn’t enjoy seeing you like this. You pout in his general direction, and he’s been holding out from just scooping you up and taking you to bed for the sake of your dignity and his unwillingness to spend a night out on the couch. You’re tossed and turned on his office couch for hours now, waiting for him to be done so the two of you can go to bed.

“Angel, you know that I encouraged you to go to bed without me.”

“No. Fuck you.”

He raises an eyebrow at your comment, but chooses to ignore it.

“Alright then, but I still have a bit of work to be done. It simply does not make sense for you to suffer just to not be in bed alone for a little bit.”

“I’m gonna wait. And you can’t do anything about it.”

Unfortunately for you and your stubbornness, he can in fact do something about it. Some tendrils scoop you up and carry you over to him, plopping you in his lap. Your eyes are wide with surprise, probably a lot more awake than where you were only moments before. But he doesn’t say a word, just gently smoothing his hand over your hair as he tries to get you to settle with him. He hums a soft lullaby to you, knowing that you will at least appreciate it with how little he sings around you.

What you don’t know is that he starts tugging at the shadows in your mind, shrouding your thoughts in darkness and making your limbs feel heavy. He’s deep in your mind, pulling out pleasant memories of the two of you to count instead of sheep. Dark smirks a little bit when you yawn and stretch out, snuggling back in against him. When he has you tucked against his chest asleep, he finally relaxes a little bit.

“Sleep well, my little monster…”

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Pillow

He's an old man who refuses to take care of himself because he forgets he's an old man.

Darkiplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 402

You couldn’t help but notice as Dark sat at his desk filling out incident reports for the millionth time, that he kept grunting in discomfort and clutching his back. He’s been particularly stubborn recently about “knowing what is best” for his body, despite the fact that this usually ends up with him laying on your shared bed at night, constantly readjusting to soothe his aching bones. Once he adjusts again and lets out a whimper, cut off by a bite to his tongue, you stand up and begin to walk out of the room.

“Darling I- I can be quiet, you do not have to leave-”

“I’m not going anywhere, other than to the bedroom to get you a fucking pillow because you’re practically writhing over there and I hate seeing you in pain.”

“Sweet love, that is hardly necessa-”

“Bull. Sit your ass back down, I’m gonna get you some tea and a pillow.”

Dark’s eyes go wide and he is sat back in his seat as you dip out to venture to the kitchen first. You find tendrils preparing the tea for you, possibly because Dark felt particularly bad about feeling like he was bugging you into taking care of him. Not that he is, but it’s hard to argue with something that doesn’t have a mouth or hands. You walk by your bedroom on the way back as the tendrils insist on pushing the cart back to his study, nabbing some blankets and a few pillows into your arms. He can’t help but admire the way you walk back in triumphantly, determined to take away his back pain.

“Alright, over here. It’s nap time.”

“Darling, that is hardly proper.”

“I’m going to be far more crass if you don’t fucking get over here and snuggle me now.”

You’re not sure what kind of couch he has in here, but the long cushion allows for full body cuddling rather well. He simply sighs, placing the glasses back on his desk and moving over to you on the couch. You place a pillow on your chest, coaxing him to lay his head down on you.

“Go ahead and rest, I’m right here…”

Your hands smooth over his back as you feel his muscles relax and joints crack. He’s out in a surprising amount of time, and you wonder if he pulled another all nighter. A question for when he wakes up.

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Strawberry

This one is inspired by Strawberry Kisses by Thomas Headon which is a very cute little song. This fic is really just Yancy being an absolute goober.

Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 449

Yancy looks cross eyed down at you, before the tip of his nose becomes the focus of his attention. You can’t help but giggle as you take another bite of your chocolate covered strawberry, watching as your boyfriend reboots from you kissing the tip of his nose. Red juices from your lips leave a faint lip print on his face, which brings a smirk to your face.

When he sits there for perhaps a little bit too long, you reach up and swipe away the lip print on his skin with your thumb. His eyes return to you and his smile can’t even be disguised by his fake annoyance.

“What’s the big ideas with all that? Youse trying to get me to blue screen or whatever?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss? Oh, my apologies.”

“Ayo, I never said that.”

He leans in, trying to steal a kiss from you again but you just shove a strawberry in his face as you lean away. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to choke on your bite as his funny faces at the fruit in his face never fail to make you giggle uncontrollably. He looks down at you with a shining smile, making an exaggerated “nom” as he takes a bite out of the strawberry you’re shoving against his lips. 

When you no longer have a line of defense, he grabs your wrists with both of his hands and tries to hold you still as he covers your face in kisses. Even when you try to push him away as he tickles you, laughing at him as you swear that you’ll get him back for this, Yancy stays undeterred. He lets you get a bit of give from him, pushing him onto his back before he lets go of your wrists to let you fall on him.

Yancy’s arms wrap around you and trap you against his chest, using his legs to aide in trapping you in vicious snuggles as well. You get no mercy from the kisses, until you manage to hold his face still, long enough to kiss him properly and feel him melt beneath you. When you both part to breathe, he just gazes up at you like admiring a starry sky. His hand moves to comb through your hair, holding your cheek as he can’t help but fall in love with your features all over again.

“I’ms glad youse never skipped your visits…”

“Was parole worth it?”

“When I get this everyday? Sometimes youse make me wanna go back just to see youse’s excitement when I got out.”

“How about we skip the prison and just enjoy our strawberries?”

“Anything you want, chickadee.”

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Fatigue

Shhhhh... this isn't an old prompt. Shhhhh...

Murderiplier (Murdoch) x GN!Reader, TW: mentions of death Words: 490

Soreness settled into his muscles, back straining against the weight of the death upon his back. He tells himself that it’s worth it to keep you safe, that there’s some light at the end of this bloody tunnel. But it’s days like today that just make him want to hide away in the depths of his den and not emerge for a few weeks, allowing his body to catch up with the fact that he’s just a human. 

He steps into the house and hangs his keys on a hook on the wall and when he sees you pop your head around the corner, he steps up to you and drops to a knee. Kissing your palm as you grab his cheek, noticing how tired he is.

“Long trip?”

“Too long. Too long away from you.”

Every part of him just wants to collapse in this hallway, too fatigued to even make it to the carpeted floor. You’re not built like he is, but you manage to tug him to his feet and at least get him to his recliner. The comfort allows him to melt into the cushions, head hitting the head rest as his fingers tiredly fumble with the controls to tip it back. Your hand brushes against his forehead, pushing his hair back before taking his glasses off with care.

“I’m glad you’re home, Mur.”

“Can’t keep me away for long…”

A sleepy smirk crawls onto his lips, but he struggles even to keep his eyes open to look at you as you play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Mur. Go ahead and sleep, you look exhausted.”

He grumbles, reaching for your hand as you walk to the kitchen, halfheartedly squeezing it as he flips around to look at you with squinted eyes.

“You’re not trying to escape from me, are you?”

“No, just give me a second, I have to set the crockpot to cook so we have something for dinner. Caught me in the middle of food prep.”

Murdoch growls as he flops back onto his chair proper, appeased with your answer. It’s rare when you get to see him like this, but you know the only thing he wants right now is to hold you. A few button presses and a snatching of a blanket from the bedroom later, you sit yourself on the arm of the chair before swinging your legs over next to his. As soon as he senses you, arms snatch you to hold you close, growling as he noses your hair. You throw the blanket over the two of you before you settle against him, knowing it won’t be long before he’s snoring beneath you. Your lips press gently against his cheek, scruffy facial hair brushing against your face from several days of not shaving. As your head hits his shoulder, you can already see his breathing slow, grip loosening slightly as he settles into sleep.

“I missed you too.”