#spouse reader

[harveywritings92]

Robert: My Coworkers want to meet you.

R/n: Why?

Robert: 'Cos they think I'm making you up.

[cheust]

I don’t have time to write this down in detail, but imagine Yandere Husband Bruce and Wife/Husband Reader separating and almost divorcing when Jason died because Spouse Reader was grieving so horribly that they lost their composure and lashed out at Bruce when he tried to comfort them?

Yandere! Husband Bruce isn’t even mad at them, understanding that they are going through the same pain he is going through, but Spouse Reader is so distraught at hurting Bruce that they move out for a couple months.

Yandere! Husband Bruce hates it. Hates being alone again in the manor, hates the Joker and almost going out that same night and killing him, hates that he failed Jason….

Hates that he failed you.

Ugh it’s so angsty, but also imagine them making up on a rooftop? Imagine Spouse Reader telling Bruce they are sorry and that they miss him. Imagine Tim seeing it and realizing that Batman is Bruce Wayne?

Ooo imagine if Tim stared stalking you to get to Bruce and then becoming a platonic yandere?

[chaosclownwrites]

How Many Kids Do the Dispatch Squad Want?

Is this self-indulgent? Probably. Are these also genuinely my headcanons? Yes 😌 Do I plan on expanding on this through more headcanons? Also yes. Sorry everyone 😂

📞Robert Robertson III🐶

Never thought he would get that far, honestly. Getting down on one knee in front of you he felt the same. Standing before you at the altar was a blur of joyous tears and every day by your side has been peered at through this veil. Kids had come up in conversations before, whether wanting them or not is a dealbreaker, etc. Robert has reservations, obviously, beneath the massive weight his family history left him crushed beneath for so many years. Part of him wants to end the bloodline completely, fall in some noble way to become the one that ends the curse. Another part of him wants to forge ahead, making something better. He’s not his father. You’re certainly not either of his parents. If you and Robert choose to start a family, he would want a small one. One kid, ideally, if you’re ok with it, maybe two. In a similar vein, Robert isn’t sure if he wants a son after it all, and if he does he certainly wouldn’t be Robert the Fourth. No way in hell. Your husband ends up being the best and sweetest girl dad in the world, so soft and forgiving with the identical twins you end up with. He dotes on his little princesses in a way that heals his own inner child, even if little Robert wasn’t exactly into dresses and glittery papercraft superhero figures!

🦇Victor AKA Sonar📈

"Pfft, a kid? I'm not ready for that, I'm too young!" "Victor, you're in your thirties, married, and employed." "Oh, yeah. But a kid?" Yeah, he may take some convincing. Becoming a parent would slow him down, force him to think about someone besides himself. But then again so did marrying you and he loves thinking about you. Would the kid look like you? A little mini-you? Or maybe a baby bat? Awww, that would be so fucking cute— "Alright, fuck it, one kid. Two if it's really cute." Spoiler alert: TWIN DAD SONAR. BAT BABIES! A little boy that looks just like Victor...and a little girl that looks just like Victor. Sorry if you wanted a mini-me 🤷🏻‍♀️ You know your husband uses this as a chance to brag about his winning genes, but hey, you love him! Victor always calls both of them his favorite straight to their faces, often both one after the other when they're right next to each other. That's often his response if they do nice things for him too. "Thanks, that's why you're my favorite." "Victor!" "What? So's the other one! We made some cute fucking kids, man!"

💦Herman AKA Waterboy🎸

We all know what a good caretaker Herm is and just what a family man he’d be! He always goes on about how cute your kids would be and what a great parent he sees you as and frankly, if he had his way you two would have a big family. Maybe even four to six! What can he say, he just can’t resist those little faces, especially if there’s any chance they look like you 🥺 Obviously if you’re carrying he defers to your wishes too, but eagerly states those dreams and how willing to get you in that state he is if you match his desires! With such a big family, you guys will have a mix of girls and boys, all of whom love their dad so much and practically run and knock him over when he comes home from work every night! He doesn’t mind, though— don’t save him, he’s right where he wants to be, giggling and letting little kisses and hands smatter his wet face with a wide smile. Wet also are his eyes, which glisten with tears as he looks between your little (big) family and you, moved that he has your love and theirs every day of the week after being alone for so long.

🎤Alice AKA Prism🌟

Similar to Victor, her first reaction to the idea of kids is that they’d slow her down. Heroism and music career alike down the toilet. But then again, you have said you’d be down to play house-spouse if it meant supporting your gorgeous wife’s many endeavors. Bonus points if you can even carry, too! And a tiny version of you? That wouldn’t be so bad… If you and Alice start a family, it’d likely just be one child, not too much for either of you to deal with and no being outnumbered! If you have a biological child your little one comes out a perfect mix of you and Alice, but those expressions are all your wife. One of your kid’s favorite toys would absolutely be a little miniature microphone your wife buys and oh boy would you get to hear a bunch of the hippest slang words and your wife’s more family-friendly lyrics repeated in a tiny toddler voice over that thing! Sassy as she can be in the face of nonsense, you better believe Alice is scooping that little troublemaker up into her arms immediately afterward, grinning as their foreheads gently touch.

🔥Chad AKA Flambae🕶

The kind of guy who goes ‘nO. No way. …Maybe just one. *has one kid with you* …Alright, maybe one more. …Maaayyyybeeee….’ Cue you two raising three daughters as if in the blink of an eye despite years of your relationship just the two of you and years in between your family growing. Girl dad Flambae, I mean you see the vision right? Being an uncle to a little girl prepared him for it all, the messy makeup and nail polish sessions with your girliest girl, kneeling in dirt making ‘potions’ in the grass with your most creative, using his powers like a portable bunsen burner for your little scientist, and taking his tea party and toy phone characters dead serious as if he was in a major blockbuster. You see the way they test his hotheaded side but he always comes out so much calmer than you expect like Gordon Ramsey. An adult fucks up and he’s calling them on that shit, ready with a biting nickname or comeback just as snappy as the sting of the bad taste they left in his mouth. Your daughters make a mess and he’s quickly swallowing his ‘what the hell’ in favor of a deep breath, dropping to his knees to explain why they can’t do such messy things without one of you guys’ supervision and having them help clean as a learning consequence.

👹Malevola Gibb⚔️

Surprisingly nonchalant when you bring it up, at least if you’ve been in the relationship for quite some time. “Kids? Yeah, sure, maybe someday. How many do you want?” Sure, a part of her didn’t think she’d get that far, but with you? She’d consider it. She’s used to taking care of people after years of helping Victor and a baby would be nothing compared to him. If you bounce the ‘how many’ question back at Malevola, her answer is a modest one or two. I see Malevola as a boy dad, your son inheriting her portal ability which leads to plenty of chases, both the fun variety that leave laughter drifting through swirling red and the kid full of ‘What’s that in your hand?’ ‘A knife!’ ‘No!’. I can just imagine your son being Malevola’s spitting image, his voice even bearing a hint of the same echo you’d come to love. As soon as he’s remotely old enough she’s getting him a small version of her sword and teaching him how to throw knives, standing at his side and holding his arm like they’re playing darts.

🥊Colm AKA Punch Up🌹

The moment you say you’re open to having kids with him he’s on you (whether he can get you pregnant or not)! Colm loves the idea of a home full of rambunctious little ones and honestly would be down for three to five if you were up for it! Your kids, I see for sure two girls and a boy, grow taller than him pretty quickly but he still jumps up wherever he can so they can hang off him and in general lets his shorter frame be their personal jungle gym as long as it can be 😌 A little traditional at least at first, thinking he needs to “protect his little girls”, only to discover they share his passion for boxing and could probably deck anyone who gives them hell. “That’s my girls!” Your son also learns to fight, but he ironically gets less of that spitfire disposition and takes after you. Not that Colm’s complaining about that! Your husband is the type to joke whenever you’re teasing him ‘What, are you trying to get Number Four?’

🗡Janelle AKA Coupé🩰

Similar to Robert, she never thought of things like that. If she’d get that far. Be safe enough in her own location and life as to raise another one, possibly be the one to bring them into the world. She also would take years to consider that, a ring on each of your fingers and a safe house in your name. Your arms around her and your presence there through all her worries. If you two were to become parents, it would likely be to a single child. Like Malevola, Janelle would absolutely teach her kid to defend themselves, standing behind them and teaching them to throw knives. You see the shock and collapse of joy in her eyes when your kid embraces her, whispering “I love you, mama”, her gaze shining upon you with unshed tears when they part and her eyes open again. She may get frustrated sometimes, harsh in her words because she just wants them to be safe, but it’s moments like this that reassure her the care shines through.

🌱Bruno AKA Golem🐉

BEST 👏🏻 DAD 👏🏻 adoptive fathering a kaiju was great, but years down the line Bruno’s bringing up the idea of you two having children together. Well, raising them together— all things considered, it’s unlikely biological offspring are quite possible. Could you fashion little ones with magic and elements? Take in human children? Whatever you wanna do he’s game to try! If it’s up to him, your gentle giant of a husband would become a father of multiple, probably three. Three little kids all riding on his shoulders, giggling as he runs faster and faster. I see him with two boys and a girl, your daughter the toughest one, human or not! She and Bruno are both very protective of your family, but overall your husband encourages them to stay calm and not get into fights. Ever seen photos or clips of families customizing little sensory/calm corners for their kids? Bruno builds one so cool you wish you could chill in it, the soft lights, gentle toys, and comfort items a perfect combat to overstimulation and anger.

🤘🏼Courtney AKA Invisigal🩻

If you ask her offhand, especially early in the relationship, zero. None, absolutely not. Hell no. She can barely take care of herself, why should she bother with a kid? You can't help but agree with her, at least as she is still taking the time and therapy, growing from her reckless behavior and learning to show she cares properly. Years down the line, though, when she lets you put a ring on her finger her and her walls slip slowly down, the conversation may look different if she knows that's something you really want. Courtney still does not want to get pregnant, hell no, so you're either carrying if you can/are willing or y'all just adopt and hey, maybe that means you can skip all the baby stuff right? She jokes, but deep down beneath her tone is the hint of a question. The deeper meaning it would hold to her to take in a girl just like her who didn't feel she had a family for so long, too damn long. If you two do decide to raise a kid together, Courtney's surprisingly patient and playful. This was a childhood she could control and it would be all laughs, smiles, victories if she has her way. She'd fight tooth and nail for your little girl if need be, standing up to teachers and showing her how to punch bullies alike!

💪🏻Mandy AKA Blonde Blazer📋

Mandy does dream of settling down someday, and that definitely includes becoming a mother! Very white picket fence, she usually imagines an 'average' number and would probably broach it to you as wanting two or three, maybe four if you wanted a bigger family. I think she'd really want at least two— valuing interpersonal relationships as she does, Mandy would want her child to have a sibling to grow up with. You guys would end up having at least "one of each", one boy and one girl. Your wife treats them equally as far as expectations and is a firm but loving mother that wants to bring out the best in them. She is happy to retire from superhero work, but every now and again you might see a taller, buffer version of your wife with a wide grin and a kid hanging off each bulging bicep.

🦸🏻‍♂️Katon-Ur AKA Phenomaman☄️

Your husband would often talk about having a family with you— while he never wants to settle down from his hero job or not until he’s old and grey, there’s something about the idea of your love carrying over into a whole other person. People. It may not be physically possible, but the thought of creating a new life together sways him. The glow of finally finding the love of his life spills over into his words, desires to fill your home with yours and his little ones falling out between praises. Now that he has stability and certainty, Katon-Ur would have as many as five or six! If that’s the case, you guys would have some of each. Your husband uses his powers to hold all your kids at once and fly them around, too! He lets himself get covered in glitter by your daughters, laughing and showing off his new look while twirling in the air. Wrestles his sons, though he rarely pretends to lose! He practices weightlifting with all the kids, sons and daughters alike, and has a habit of speaking to them in his planet’s native language. Your house is full, but brimming with joy—truly phenomenal!

[terriblealastorart]

A prize.

Word count: 620

Tags: Kissing, fluff, suggestive themes, OOC Alastor, Sinner Alastor, Flirting, Drabble, genderless spouse reader.

|Minors DNI|

You could get lost in that voice, how it spun lies into fine, silk-lined truths. In ways, that even the faintest exhale from his lips left you entirely breathless.

He was a cigarette, shared late into the night with a bottle passed back and forth. Radio pouring out a jazz standard that curled round you like second-hand smoke.

You weren’t made for peace, for greener pastures, such tranquility was a foreign concept. There hadn’t been, not a single instance, where that heart of yours ever stopped jumping.

Until him, until he slipped into the cracks, patient as a saint. Fingers that collected your shards with reverence, each piece replaced it’s own singular act of worship.

“You’ve barely taken a bite—“ His breath brushed against your ear, lips landing easily on your crown as he spoke.

“I can’t have you falling to skin and bones while in my care, certainly not!” You could hear the smile in his voice, how he leaned closer, chest pressing into the chair’s back.

Tips of his fingers, tracing along the top of the seat, before settling on your shoulders. With a thumb, he rubbed circles into your skin.

“What has your thoughts held hostage this morning?” Murmuring, his free hand came under your jaw, tilting your head back till it rested against his chest.

“...Alastor—“ His ears straightened at attention, zeroing in on your hushed whisper. Tapping a clawed digit against your cheek, he aimed to restrain himself.

“Say it, say my name again—“ His voice almost pleading, attention solely fixed to those lips. Lips that spoke his name so sweetly, so gently, in a way he had forgotten.

“Snrk- Alastorrr-“ You can’t help the stifled giggles that escape, his lips hellbent on attacking every sliver of available skin.

“Pftttt— Al-Alastor! Aluh- quit it!!~” You attempted to fend off your attacker, keyword attempted, flailing arms turned out to be hopelessly ineffective at combating affectionate radio demons.

No, the only thing you had fended off was any chance at freedom. Gleefully, he’d gotten an arm under your legs, and the other round your middle.

You let out a noise akin to a dying chicken, as he hoisted you into his arms. A true princess carry, complete with your own chivalrous knight.

“Oh my god, you’re absolutely fucking ridiculous—“ hardly catching your breath, you lace an arm around his neck. Gladly accepting any excuse to get a little closer. After all, you were far past the boundaries of social convention these days.

“Ridiculous? Never! I’m simply preforming my husbandly duties!” His duties, so he insisted, setting you upon the countertop with extra care.

“Of which include?—“ you pester, leaning forward, enough that your noses nearly meet.

He raises a brow, eyes quietly fond.

“Oh, the most important things, I assure you, amour!~” his voice pitching between something gravely and smooth.

“Something tells me Charlotte wouldn’t appreciate you fulfilling those, ‘most important things’ on a communal countertop.” You chided him softly, leaning back to shoot him an exasperated look.

“And might I add, nowhere did that sound like a ME problem!~” Snickering, he welcomed feather-light kisses to your cheeks.

Gradually moving lower, behind your ear, trailing down your jaw. Each leaving a tingling sensation that ran down the length of your spine.

“I didn’t take you for such a deviant.” Chest heaving, your hands shot up, grasping the lapels of his suit jacket.

In one fluid motion, you dragged him down into a burning kiss. Lips locking in a heated debate, that he ultimately won. One hand finding purchase on the counter, while it’s partner met your hip.

“Mmph- Alas-“ He gave little room for breath, a fleeting moment, before he surged forward to reclaim his winnings.

[jumbledletters]

john price x reader, hurt/comfort, bossy spouse reader, @fluffuary day 25: sick

The migraine had been sitting behind John’s right eye for hours now, but he had work to do, and was still in his office even though he was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Home with you, having dinner, snuggling up on the couch, and winding down. That’s what he could have had. Instead, he sat at his desk, which was covered in papers he hadn’t touched in 20 minutes and a screen that had already gone into standby mode.

By now, you had to be well aware that he was late today, and you had never been the type to wait patiently.

And, as expected, a light knock on the door sounded, followed by light streaming in from the hallway as the door opened. John didn’t look up, but he heard that specific cadence of footsteps he knew better than his own.

“John?” your voice called, gentle, sing-song in that way you used when you were half-amused, half-exasperated. “You missed dinner. You alive in here, or have you finally fused with your chair?”

The sound hit him like a hammer. Not because you were loud. You weren’t, not really, but to his migraine you might as well have been screaming.

His jaw tightened. He inhaled slowly through his nose, trying to brace himself before answering. “I’m—” he started, then stopped, because the word caught wrong in his mouth and the effort made his head throb harder.

You stepped farther in. He heard the rustle of your jacket, the soft clink of keys as you set them down.

“It’s dark as hell in here,” you commented, already moving toward the wall. “You trying to brood dramatically or did you just forget the concept of electricity?”

The lights flicked on. White, overhead, unforgiving. Pain exploded behind his eyes. John hissed and slapped a hand down on the desk as his head ducked and eyes squeezed shut. “Christ, turn that off—!”

Too late. The damage was done. The migraine roared, full and blinding now, a hot spike driven straight through his skull. His vision swam. He blinked rapidly, squeezed his eyes shut, teeth bared as he sucked in a breath through clenched jaws.

“Bloody hell,” he snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Silence.

John opened his eyes slowly, the motion alone making him wince, and looked up. You’d frozen mid-step, hand still hovering near the light switch, fingers curled like you’d been caught doing something criminal. Your face had gone very still, guarded as you tried to figure out his reaction.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

Fuck.

Your gaze flicked over him with clinical precision now. The too-straight set of his spine, the way his shoulders were rigid with tension, the hand still gripping the edge of the desk like it was keeping him upright, the faint sheen of sweat at his temple.

“You have a migraine,” you realised.

John swallowed. The movement hurt and nausea was building now. “I’m fine,” he muttered automatically, already knowing how useless that sounded.

You didn’t argue. That somehow made it worse. Instead, you flicked the lights off again and plunged the room back into merciful dimness. The relief was immediate and almost nauseating in its intensity. John let out a long breath.

“You just hissed at me like a feral cat,” you said calmly. “And you snapped at me; swore at me.”

His mouth opened. Closed again. He did. “I—” He scrubbed a hand over his face, the pressure against his brow making him groan softly. “Didn’t mean—”

“I know,” you cut in, still gentle. “Which is why we’re about to have a conversation instead of a fight.”

You crossed your arms and John knew you meant business now.

He shifted in his chair, every movement carefully measured. “Love,” he started, voice lower now, gravelly with pain and something like guilt. “I didn’t—”

“You’re forgiven.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re forgiven,” you repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Once. This one time. Because you’re in pain and because you’re human.”

Relief fluttered briefly in his chest, then died the second you continued.

“But,” you continued, raising a finger and pointing it at him, “you are now officially grounded from your office for the evening.”

His brow furrowed. “Grounded.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “As in: you are done working. You are going home. You are lying down in a dark room, hydrating, sleeping. And you are not staring at screens, paperwork, or fluorescent lighting.”

John scoffed weakly. “That’s not how—”

“I’m not finished.”

Uh-oh.

“You have two options,” you went on. “Option one: you come home with me. Right now. I make you food, you take your meds, and you rest like a normal person who would like to keep his remaining brain cells.”

You stepped closer, close enough that he could smell you: soap and cold air and something warm that felt like safety even through the pounding in his head.

“Option two,” you said, voice sweetening in a way that was deeply, profoundly threatening, “you stay here, and I go home alone. I lock the door behind me. And you can either sleep in your truck, or enjoy the company of your office chair all night.”

John stared at you. “You’re joking,” he said hoarsely.

You reached past him and picked up your keys. The jingle was loud, and he winced.

“I don’t joke about health,” you said. “Or about you running yourself into the ground.”

He leaned back, exhaling slowly through his nose. The chair creaked beneath him. “I’ve got things to finish.”

“You have a brain to protect.”

“I’ve worked through worse.”

“And you’ve paid for it every time,” you shot back. “I can still remember the last one: three days in bed, vomiting if you even looked at light. You don’t get bonus points for suffering, John.”

His jaw worked. The migraine pulsed, as if chiming in just to be spiteful.

“I’m leaving,” you said calmly and put on your coat. “You can follow me now, or you can sleep in the truck like a stubborn idiot with a death wish. Your choice.”

Your hand closed around the doorknob. Bloody hell. “Wait.”

You paused but didn’t turn around.

John pushed his chair back with a quiet scrape and stood, the room tilting slightly as he did. He steadied himself on the desk, breathing carefully until the dizziness eased.

“…Fine,” he muttered. “Bloody hell.”

You turned then, a small, satisfied smile tugging at your mouth. “Excellent decision.”

He grabbed his jacket, movements stiff and begrudging. “You enjoy this,” he accused, shuffling toward you.

“I’m only taking care of my husband.”

You stepped aside to let him pass, then followed close behind. The walk to the car was quiet. The cool air helped a little, the darkness a blessing. John rubbed at his temple as you unlocked the doors.

Once inside, you didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, you reached into your bag and held something out. His migraine medication.

John glanced at it, then at you. “…You came prepared.”

“Always.”

He took it, swallowing the pills dry with a grimace. As you pulled out of the lot, he leaned his head back against the seat, eyes closed. He let out a breath. You really were his blessing.

“…Sorry,” he murmured again, quieter this time. “Didn’t mean to snap.”

You reached over and squeezed his thigh. “I know.”

Silence settled between you, and John sighed, long and heavy, the fight finally draining out of him.

“…I hate being grounded,” he muttered, more to himself than you.

You smiled to yourself all the way, until you were home.

[theyanderespecialist]

Tengen's Demon Spouse (Headcanons/Scenarios) Yandere Tengen Uzui X GN Reader (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter and this is going to have the headcanons at least with a Yandere Tengen Uzui X Gender Neutral Reader who is turned into a demon! I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Tengen Uzui is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Tengen Uzui X Gender Neutral Reader Turned Into A Demon- 

.Tengen was devastated when you were turned into a demon. 

.He did everything to prevent it from happening, but nothing he could do could stop the transformation. 

.He knows that he should kill you. Behead you and make it so you do not live life as a demon. 

.But he does love you, and he cannot bring himself to do it. 

.So he locks you away with an iron-clad band wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and neck. 

.He knows it is not fair to you but he cannot bear to let you leave him either. 

.He would feed you raw animal meat and make sure that you have enough food to sustain yourself, but not enough to be strong enough to leave him.  .He would never let you eat a human, having to gag you when he can to make sure you do not lash out at him. 

.If he could he would get the master to let you stay. 

.Even getting Tamayo's help to bring you back to yourself. 

.Once he does he can talk to you and walk with you. 

.He lives with you now and has his life with you as his demon spouse. 

.He understands why Tanjiro kept his sister alive. 

.He would refuse to kill you even if you begged him. 

.He would keep you from eating demons and he would protect you from the other demon slayers and hashira. 

.He does not care if it is against the demon slayer corpse code, you are his spouse and he would not let you be slain. 

.He is very protective of you and would not let any human or demon hurt you. 

.He is possessive of you and would prefer you to stay at his estate where he can keep an eye on you and keep you by his side. 

.He would have his wives agree to keep you in line and by his side, they would be your wives as well so they would want to keep you safe as well. 

.Even if that means keeping you safe from yourself. 

.If he has to he would have the Insect Hashira, Shinobu make a poison that does not kill you but instead would keep you inmobile. 

.He does not want to do this, but if you tried to leave him or walk into the sun he has to keep you from doing so. 

.He cannot cut off your limbs because they would just regenerate. 

.He will also find a way to make you human so that he can have you back as his spouse and you are not consumed by being a demon. 

.With being retired he can take care of you more often and keep you safe. 

.He is a very protective yandere and will always put your safety first. 

.If you ever did eat a human, with a heavy heart he would kill you, it is the last thing he wants to do, so he would do every single thing to keep you from doing that. 

.Locking you away, tying you down, and keeping you in a wisteria prison if he has to. 

.He knows it is not fair to you, but you are his darling and he is not going to lose you. 

.You are his demon spouse and he will always protect you, forever. 

-Scenario time- 

(Tengen Uzui) (Demon Spouse) 

You felt like your body was on fire, and you did not understand why, your throat was so dry and your mouth so parched. It feels like you are dying of thirst. Not to mention everything hurt. It was three days since you fought the upper moon 6 with your spouse. You swore you had died. You do not remember anything else, but your stomach hurts and you are so hungry. You try and sit up but find that you are chained to the floor where your futon lies. 

Your eyes go wild and you growl, you can feel the fangs in your mouth. What the hell is going on? You hear a sliding door in a different room and see a man come in. He looks familiar. But then you smelled the blood. He had a bucket with animal organs. You start to drool and your eyes are glued to the bucket. 

He sits on the futon next to you. He looks at you and tries to stroke your cheek. You snap at his fingers to bite him and he sighs.  "I will have to teach you to not do that." He says and picks up a deer heart.  Your eyes are glued to the meat but he speaks. "Do you remember me, it is Tengen Uzui." He says. "Your husband."  You growled and he did not stop you knew you had a husband once but you did not know if this was your husband. Your memories were all messed up. 

"(Name!)!" He snaps pulling your attention to him. Was that your name?  "I am your husband, I will take care of you, I will make sure you get fed. I am YOUR Husband and you are Mine!" He says firmly. "Understand?"  You nod your head and he feeds you the First organ. This continues him hammering into your head that he was your husband and you were his. That you would only be fed with him. Each time you agreed he would feed you. He is training you to depend on him.  You are his spouse and he is going to be a good husband for you. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]  

[chaosclownwrites]

HELLOO, may I request headcanons with Pim and Charlie finding out their partner is pregnant (or a single parent and meeting their kid, if that makes you uncomfortable!!)

OMG YES PLEASE I LOVE PARENT AUS AND THIS TYPE OF FLUFF SO MUCHHHHH 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 I'm gonna do everyone if that's ok, I see this so clearly with Mr. Boss too and think it would be so fun 🤭 (I hope you don’t mind I made reader married to them, I wanted to keep the reactions positive and fluffy and I think they’d react best in that circumstance lmao)

Smiling Friends Finding Out Spouse!Reader is Pregnant

Charlie Dompler

"You're- you're serious? You're not making this up?" "Why the hell would I lie about that?" Despite the spice of your words, you're laughing a bit as they emerge, a bit breathy and crazy in your incredulity. Reaching for Charlie's hand with your left, you place the positive pregnancy tests in his hand—you'd taken a whole three-pack just to be sure. "I dunno, like for a prank or something." "That would be cruel." "Yeah, kinda, but you know, youtube and stuff..." "I'll save that for April Fool's Day," you chuckled, shaking your head, "Which coincidentally is very near when I think my due date is gonna be... If—" "Yes!" Charlie bursts out, hand tightening around the tests you gave him so tight you almost worry for their little screens. "Yes! Oh, my god, are we actually doing this?" A full smile finally graces your lips. "I think we are. Can you imagine? A little Charlie Junior coming into the world on April Fool's Day?" "Or a little tiny you," your husband shot back grabbing you by the shoulders and burying his face in the crook of your neck, "either way? Best joke I ever made." Chuckling again, you ran a hand up and down your husband's back, feeling the reassuring, ever-soft cotton of his favorite hoodie. "You're not worried about being able to take care of a baby when we barely know how to take care of ourselves?" "Terrified," Charlie replied, pulling away to look you in the eyes, taking your hands in his and drawing them into the warm down of his sleeves, "But if it's with you? I know we're gonna fucking crush this. And oh my god, they're going to be so cute!" "I know, right? I wanna get a tiny hoodie so bad!" "Yes! Hold on," Charlie says, pulling out his phone, "I bet I can find the perfect one..."

Pim Pimling

Nerves? Never heard of them. One of the many boons of having a sweet, doting husband like Pim was you knew he'd be ecstatic to have a family with you. Made that clear from the start, in fact, and you were pretty sure if you hadn't wanted kids it wouldn't have worked out between you. As it was, you grinned and let your mind wander, wondering if your little one would look more like him or you as you made your way down the stairs. Rather than beeline for your husband like your feet wished, you redirected your steps for a quick detour to the closet where you kept a very certain set of supplies... "What's this, love?" Pim's eyes widened, his mouth forming a little 'o' in shock when you set the newly wrapped box, complete with a silky bow, on the table. "A little gift," you answered, not bothering to hide your smile, "Surprise! Open it!" You didn't have to tell him twice— carefully hooking his finger under the paper, he undid your recent handiwork and lifted the top off the gift box to reveal the positive pregnancy test. Tears shone in his eyes practically in an instant as he looked up at you from his seat. "Oh, darling, is it...are you really?" Your own eyes suddenly blurring and pricking at the corners, you nodded, reaching out your arms to catch your husband as he launched up out of his seat and into your embrace, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again and again. "I love you so much! I can't wait to be parents!" "Neither can I! If they're anything like you, we'll have the cutest, sweetest little babies in the world," you told him, resting your forehead against his. "We're gonna have a baby!" Pim shouted with glee as if he was on a hilltop announcing it to the world, one fist raised in the air triumphantly, his other hand resting gently atop your belly where before he knew it, the little one he always dreamed of would be up and kicking! "This is the best gift ever!"

Allan Red

"Are you serious-uh?" Oh, god, was he mad? Kids were sort of a bridge you guys had sort of mutually, silently agreed to cross when you got there, but Allan's shock had you second-guessing yourself, wondering if you'd done something wrong like it wasn't just as much his fault. "I...I wouldn't joke about that, Allan. I know it's a lot. Are you...how do you feel?" No words come out, but your normally dry husband's face says it all: wide eyes give way, narrowing and turning upward as a smile spreads slowly across his face. "I hope it looks like you." You took a deep breath, then another. "Yeah?" Is all you can imagine, your own face slowly mirroring your husband's. His long, lanky arms wrap gingerly around your waist, pulling you into his side. You feel warmth on the crown of your head as Allan leans to press a kiss there. "Yeah," he repeats, his head resting atop yours, "I think we can do a baby. Don't you?" A laugh bursts from your chest at your husband's phrasing. "Technically we already did, but yes. Me, too, Allan." "...I better learn how to change a di-a-per." "You and me both, love, you and me both."

Glep

You probably looked like an overacting extra in a stupid hospital drama right about now; pacing the restroom floor, you clutched the second plastic rod, waiting for the lines to show. Sure enough, another minute passed and you had two lines, two red strips practically stronger than the first ones. What was Glep going to say? You adored your husband, thought he was the cutest thing in the world and of course he was a smooth talker, but he was so carefree. Would he think a baby would weigh him down too much? What if he was mad at you? What if— Before you could even complete your spiral you heard his voice outside the door. Softened with concern, in fact, as he asked you if you were alright. He heard the footsteps. Inhaling, you held your breath for seven seconds like the meditation people said to. Exhaling after the count, you opened the door, words failing you as you simply turned the sticks around in your hands and waited. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment until you heard scuffling. Lids parting once more revealed to you the sight of your husband doing a little happy dance, a tiny, high-pitch cheer erupting from his lips. "You're excited?" "Uh-huh!" He answers like it's the simplest thing in the world, jumping into your arms and letting you squeeze him tight. He's been alone in the world for long enough, he tells you, and there's no one he'd rather have a family with than you.

Mr. Boss

"You mean it? Jason's going to be a big brother? Oh, I've been dreaming about this for just about forever now!" Your husband becomes a blur, sprinting around the room and pulling out things you wonder at having never seen before, including a huge board that doesn't seem physically possible to hide. "I have nursery ideas, names written down...ooh! Do you want to breastfeed or could I?" You watch in silent amusement as Mr. Boss practically bounces off the walls for a minute or two, only to suddenly stiffen and all but launch into the air. "Oh," he says this time, "Where are my manners?" Manners? You don't even have time to ask before you're in his arms being twirled around and kissed on the cheek. "Yahoo!" Grinning, you lean down and kiss your husband on the lips. You had a feeling he'd be on board, as kids had come up in conversations before, but seeing just how happy he was really did things to your heart. "What do think it'll be, a boy or—" "No siree," your husband shook his head, getting on his knees to be eye level with your belly, "I'm calling it right now, that's daddy's little princess." Mr. Boss was already a loving father to Jason. Smiling again, you knew he'd be an amazing boy or girl dad to your new addition.

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Hey there if it's not too much of a problem can you do a one-shot of Husband Dr. Alto Clef X Researcher Genderfluid Spouse Reader where the reader is being harassed by a male co-worker and him finding out? And how would he deal with the person? If it's not too much to ask for? If not you could ignore this ask. Thank you for your time and I wish you a very good day.

Short Suffering (One Shot) Dr. Alto Clef X Genderfluid Spouse Reader

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with another chapter and like I said in the last Dr. Alto Clef one, this would be coming and here it is! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter her!]

(Name's POV)

I sighed as I got to work. I did not want to be here, not anymore. I am a researcher and I was good at my job and I love my job. I just do not love the Guard that I worked with. He was suppose to make sure SCPS did not harm me. Because I was Married to my Husband. Who is one of the higher standing Researchers here. Dr. Alto Clef. But this Guard seem to be not found of my husband or me for that matter. He love to make comments at and about me. That I slept my way to the top and that I might as well spread my legs for him.

The stress from daily harassment has gotten to be so much I was not sleeping or eating like I should. I was sure my husband has started to notice. And I knew he was worried. He even said he would see me for my lunch break. I knew he was checking in me. So I decided to continue on my day. It was another hard day but it was finally time for lunch and I get to see my husband. It was a nice change of pace.

"I am going on my lunch break." I say to my boss who nodded and I go to check out. "I will be a bit late, Dr. Alto Clef wanted to have lunch with me."

He laughs it is quite alright (Name). You always stay over hours anyways. A longer lunch is fine. I smile at him and head to the Elevator only to be stopped by him.

"So (Name)." He says smirking. "What are you today? A he a she? are you going be fucking your husband or is he fucking you for lunch? A nice cum smoothie?"

I sigh ignoring him and try to get by him but he pins me against the wall.

"Answer me slut." He says

I glared, yeah I was genderfluid but him to say this it pissed me off. I am sick of this. "It is non of your Damn business now let me by!" I say and try and push pass him but he slapped me and my head snapped to the left.

Just As my husband came off the elevator. He Stared and his face went dark.

(Dr. Alto Clef's POV)

I grabbed Ukelele and Smashed it over the man's head. He fell to floor and I first made sure my darling is okay.

"Are you okay?" I ask checking their cheek.

They nodded their head slowly. "Yeah I am okay..." They say.

"What has been going on?" I ask serieos.

"He..." they look down.

"(Name)!" I say and they jump tears in their eyes. "Please."

"He has been harresing me... calling me a slut and said I slept with you y-yo sleep to the top." They tell me.

I pull them into a hug and then a kiss. "We will talk at lunch, go to medical and get some ice for that cheek. I will bring you lunch."

"Alto." They say worried. "What are you goin-"

"Now please, I don't want you to see this." I say and they nod and ran out and I turned to the man who was getting up groaning and bleeding from the head.

He was going to be erased.

"So I hear ya called my Darling spouse a slut?" I ask and kick him in the head sending him back wards.

I pulled out my Atomic Revovler and Knew his lasts minutes will be the most painful of his life as I shot him several times for good measure and Tumor started to appear all over his body and most likely inside as well her curled in a ball sobbing.I bash my foot into his head.

"Your lucky I did not make you suffer longer." I say. "But I have my spouse (Name) to worry about right now, so I have no time for someone as pathetic as you."

I then proceed to stop his head until it was nothing but paste. I then adjust my coat and walk leaving him covered there for some D class to clean up bloody sho print following me to the cafeteria.

Now I wonder what (Name) would like for lunch. I think with a smile.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I am very impressed with this and for those who do not know this is his atomic Revolver!

The Atomic Revolver: It functions entirely as a non-anomalous revolver of unremarkable make, yet when fired it releases a blast of radiation with no known limit regarding ammunition. If this blast of energy/radiation hits an organism, all the affected cells become cancerous, and begin to multiply and form deadly tumors within seconds. This spreads throughout the body, and typically kills targets within minutes, with no possible cure.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]