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1950s househusband x gn reader

marinette4943 asked: Hey!

I saw your yandere housekeeper and loved the way you wrote it. Do you intend to do a next part?

If so, could you tag me in it?

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Name; Angelo

Thirty second official post

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From Part 3;

He is absolutely whipped for you, everything you do is committed to his memory, and he inches closer to you with every passing second. “You’re welcome, so, are you going to give me a tour of the town or some advice to settle in, and get along with my neighbors?” He didn’t want to, but he figured that it was best to be as helpful as possible. That way, you’ll trust him the most and will come back to him whenever you need help. You, however, scoot away from him, eventually ending up near the end of the couch in a corner. “Oh, uhm, certainly. I’ll be happy to give you advice and a tour, but I was hoping we could simply have a friendly chat first…” Angelo responds hopefully, he just wants to get to know you and does want to talk about anyone else.

However, something you said earlier caught his attention. “Unexpected? Wh-what do you mean by that?” He questions nervously, his wide eyes nervously glancing at you and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of you hating him. You tilt your head, slightly confused and then you try to clarify without sounding rude. “Well, back where I’m from men don’t often wear dresses, that’s all.” Before you can clarify any further he interrupts you, which was quite rude and he apologizes for that, but doesn’t stop talking. “Sorry for interrupting, but you don’t like it? Does my fashion sense upset you?” He inquires his expression shifting into anxiety and his mind begins to work in overdrive. His hands squeezes the cloth of his dress and he twists the fabric. Angelo doesn’t do well with rejection, of any form or shape.

Suddenly this conversation seems very awkward to you and you regret opening your mouth. “That’s not what I meant, that dress looks great on you. It’s just someone have to get used to, that’s all.” He smiles and he seems content with your response. “Really? You mean it? Thank you!” It isn’t often that he gets a compliment from anyone and it’s been a while since anyone he was interested in complimented him (excluding his spouse, he loves his spouse so very much and is very interested in them). Angelo relaxes and leans his head on your shoulder, which causes you to cringe and push his head away. He whines and leans against you once more, this time he wraps his arms around your arm and nuzzles your neck. Now you’re very uncomfortable and have begun to regret your decision to let him inside.

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Subtly, you try to push him away. You didn’t want to be rude, but his unnecessary affection was making you extremely uncomfortable. Sadly, his grip on your arm does not loosen and seems to tighten. Angelo scoots closer, he’s so close that you could count each one of his eyelashes. He sighs, seemingly unaware of how close he is, or maybe he knows and just doesn’t care. You clear your throat and lean as far away from him as you can. “Ahem, so, about that tour…” You smirk awkwardly and try to make a simple conversation, if only to alleviate the discomfort you felt. He acknowledges your words with a hum, but doesn’t respond for quite some time. It’s silent and awkward as you try to ignore the very obvious bedroom eyes Angelo is sending your way.

You clear your throat again and try to get his attention. “Ahem, Angelo, could you please let go of me or move away?” It takes a moment for your words to sink in and when the do, Angelo shoots away from you. His eyes are wide, his face is flushed with embarrassment and his mouths is agape. It’s clear that he’s absolutely mortified by his behavior. Immediately he begins to apologize. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Neighbor! That was so inconsiderate of me, Oh! I feel so ashamed! Oh, I should go, I shouldn’t behave like that around you!” Part of his apology sounds a bit like an excuse, but you can tell by his expression that his apology is sincere. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Oh, I’m truly sorry if I did!”

You chuckle and wave off his worries, you begin to placate him, and attempt to halt his incessant apologies. “Oh, it’s alright, Angelo. It really isn’t that terrible, I was uncomfortable, but I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.” Oh, he certainly meant something by his actions, it wasn’t anything sinister, but it was something that Angelo wasn’t ready to face. He was experiencing so much turmoil, the very idea that he almost betrayed his spouse made his physically ill. He could never hurt them like that, sure they weren’t the best spouse, but he still loved them. “No, I-I have to leave, I-I can’t-Oh!” Angelo struggles to breathe, his previous actions set in, and he felt like crying.

He has to leave, Angelo couldn’t stay another minute is your presence. Especially when he’s constantly tempted to crawl into your arms and never leave them. Once more, you try to reassure him, but he doesn’t listen. “Angelo, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you meant nothing by it and nothing came of it, so it’s alright. Let’s just sit back down and enjoy a nice, civil conversation.” It sounded as though you were trying to calm him down, and that made him feel even worse. Well, the way he felt when you expressed concern for him, made him feel even worse. “No, no, I have to go. My sp-spouse is coming home soon an-and I don’t want to disappoint them.” He tries to reason with himself and his desires, but it’s not working.

Mostly because his heartbeat seemed to increase with every word that you spoke, he knew what that meant, and he couldn’t give into such sinful desires. He had to stay loyal to his spouse, although, thoughts of loyalty seemed to remind Angelo of the way his spouse has been behaving recently. Which causes his brows to furrow and halts his apologies, as his mind wanders to his spouses recent behavior. His spouse has been distant (more so than usual) and they keep coming home late. Normally, he wouldn’t worry about that, but each night they come home smelling like cheap perfume, and then he starts to think about the recent rumors he’s heard. The ones about househusband Damian and his cheating spouse. This causes Angelo to consider the idea that maybe his spouse is cheating on him, and the very thought is appealing to him. It causes him to be sick, and he nearly faints. (Luckily you caught him before he could actually fall, and now you’re fussing over him, oh, his heart can’t take it!)

No, he can’t give into temptation. He has to stay loving and loyal, it’s not that hard, and surely his spouse will take notice of his devotion. He just has to keep trying, right? It doesn’t matter how exhausting it is or how much easier it would be to allow his new neighbor into his heart. Angelo has to remain strong, and eventually, he’ll be rewarded for his loyalty, won’t he?

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(I don’t really like this installment of househusband Angelo, I’m not proud of it, but I figured that if I do a bit of writing about one of my favorite OCs then I might get back into writing. But, who knows, I’m a creature of habit and writing is exhausting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully, I’ll be back to writing at a normal pace again.)

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Ello o/, may i request again (dk if i can tho, don't feel pressured if not maken), really love the post you made for the request my heart literally- aawkwkw, i have so many things to say to that post but really busy asfck like if i wnated to, i could literally write a essay or thesis statement, */ahem anyway

BSD boys, while having a fighting/argument with s/o they suddenly grip they're s/o's wrist too hard and ended up leaving a mark (they didn't mean to tho ;-;) that reminded the reader's past child abuse/not used to this type of conflict which lead to angst to comfort or just angst hehe. Idk this is just a random 2am thought(my time rn) I have classes later waking up at 4am too…

AHHHHHH omg yes I'm so sorry I haven't like set up any request rules yet which I should do lol, but I'm so shehejwj but I don't have limits on requests! I just try to get to them when I can <3 Also I'm so sorry about the late response! College is hard x[

But also, I wanna do some scenarios for this, so I'm gonna have to only pick a few that I feel I can write the best for this if that's ok cause ngl I feel the mercury retrograde rn,,,

Scenario: Accidentally triggering past abuse/trauma during an argument (Ranpo, Dazai)

Ranpo

Ranpo was a rather loud guy. That's not his fault, since he's only loud whenever he has a reason to be - he's confident because he knows he can get away with it. He's smart enough to survive some of the most dangerous killers, and is bold enough to laugh in their face about it too.

But god is it aggravating as hell whenever you want to truly talk to the man one on one. Sometimes, you just want to have a normal date with him - like a normal couple and do normal couple stuff.

Like right now, you just want to walk down this busy street and not have to listen to him boast about how stupid people were. It was embarrassing how loud he was about it, how the person who got hit with a car could have easily avoided it had they just checked both sides of the street.

A normal conversation to have after witnesses a horrible event, but you could feel the stares from across the street from the mans wife. Especially towards Ranpo, who seemed to have no social boundaries as everyone else in the area seemed to instead be occupied with the normal human behavior of freaking out after witnessing a man flying in the air and being hit by a car.

To save face, you dragged him away, with him still talking about it as if it were a normal everyday thing. In his world, it probably was - but not to you. Not to normal people, who didn't think about death everyday.

"Ranpo, you need to quiet down."

"What? I'm just saying. It was pretty avoidable you know?"

You turned around to glare at him, gripping your enclasped hands tightly. He thought nothing of it, swirling his ramune bottle rather casually. The ball clinked around with each step the both of you took together.

"I know that. But you do know that it's pretty insensitive to say that in front of him and the wife who saw her husband get hit with a car."

"Y/n."

You were forced back as Ranpo stopped on the sidewalk. It was apart of a narrow stretch of road, empty and away from the commotion, which forced you to look at him. He was staring at you with his eyes, as if trying to puzzle something.

"You don't actually care about them."

There was a pause. You blinked once. Then twice.

"What do you mean by that?"

He held your hand tighter, almost painfully so.

"You don't really care about them that much. So why are you defending them?"

His viridian eyes bore into yours, which deeply unsettled you. He meant nothing by it, especially with the iron grip he had on your hand which kept you in your spot.

"Because not everyone is a superfreak like you Ranpo!"

But it made you incredibly uncomfortable.

You felt the need to defend yourself, somehow.

"Some people have 'empathy' which I know is a foreign concept to people like you."

It was as he cocked his head to the side, like a crow trying to understand what you had just told him. It was as if what you just said had gone right through him, like the wind.

"You don't mean that."

He pulled you towards him. You tried to step back, but you only found yourself stepping around and trying to find your balance again.

You flinched when Ranpo reached to balance you, but you still felt the energy from your sudden bout of frustration pumping through your body. It was embarrassing, but your mind and body were reacting all on their own.

Ranpo kept staring at you, looking past your angry scowl and into something deeper.

"I'm not your enemy Y/n, I know you're upset but there's something more."

He left you feeling naked there.

"It's not that deep. You don't need to defend yourself against me."

You looked down, avoiding his eyes. The sidewalk underneath you was rather cracked and abandoned - there was a dandelion growing just underneath your feet, a rather resilient flower.

"I'm not defending myself, I'm just..."

Ranpo lifted your chin up so you could meet his eyes again, which were now softer, as they had quickly figured out the puzzle that he's struggled with.

You looked back at him. A part of you wanted to keep arguing - it was in your nature, to keep fighting. Unfortunately, it was something you've done for a long time, which Ranpo has figured out by now.

Another thing that made you feel a little uncomfortable.

He met you with a cheeky smile, like a little rat. He closed his eyes, his cheeks raising to meet his eyes.

"I know. You're a good person Y/n."

Dazai

"I just don't think you understand. I can't expect you to, but it's not your problem, so why are you so upset about it?"

Dazai was looking at you from the couch, watching as you were once again picking up bottles he had left from one of his drinking binges. He still smelled of last night, wearing the same clothes and smelling of the various drinks he had lost himself in.

"It clearly is my problem. I'm the one cleaning up your mess right now, so how could I not be involved? Dear god, do you ever look at yourself and want to even try to be better?"

Dazai looked at you, sitting up from his previous lounging position. He stared up, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you - his eyebags prominent in the early morning sunlight.

"What do you mean 'try' to be better? Have you ever even known what it's like to be like this?"

You rolled your eyes, dragging the bag to the front door so you could later bring it to the dumpster of your apartments. In your eyes, he was clearly being dramatic - sitting like some sort of mafioso, needing only a cigarette to seal the deal.

"Everyone has had it hard at one point Dazai. Losing yourself to alcohol every night and weekend doesn't justify it. You have a life to live you know? It's worth living."

You heard footsteps approach behind you, and looked up to see Dazai standing a little too close for comfort. His body was warm, and you could see the sweat and stains on his bandages. His hair was usually fluffy hair was greasy, but his eyes - they were dark, simply staring down at you.

"What do you know about living?"

"What?"

He had backed you into the wall, his hands now on either side of you, blocking you from exiting the danger that had become him and whatever emotional rage he had thrown himself into.

"You act like you know so much about life but you know nothing! You don't know anything about death or life - I don't think you know anything at all really. You feel all too comfortable making these assumptions about me when you don't know who I am, do you?"

He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes at all.

You pushed at him, trying to find space to escape from his hold. His clothes and warmth made you want to burn your skin and run at that moment, and you closed your eyes in order to avoid the worst of your fears as you knew he was staring at you with those eyes that seemed to hold nothing but contempt in that very moment.

When you couldn't break free, instead feeling him pressing himself more against you, you felt your eyes begin to tear up.

"Dazai get the fuck away me."

"Or what? What will you do, oh sweet belladonna?"

You could feel tears build up in your eyes as your pushing did nothing against him - so you resorted to what you knew would work.

You raised your knee as hard as you could, and watched as Dazai fell hard on the ground, falling like a sack of potatoes. He writhed around, clutching his pearls while you gripped your pants, trying to soothe your nerves.

"Dazai I'm..."

You looked around your apartment, looking at the mess that it had become because of him. You looked back down at him, who was still on the ground and wasn't saying anything.

"Dazai I'm going to leave for a bit. Sorry."

I'm so sorry this took so long waaaaahh I'm a slow writer I'm working on it tho ;( also I was thinking about doing Jouno but I felt that it would've been super harsh so maybe I'll do him another time

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x reader #ranpo x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x y/n

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vampi-fixx · 1 year

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genshin impact | werewolf!childe x reader

prompt: werewolf + knotting/breeding

summary: childe has been acting strange lately. clingy, possessive--not to mention, his insatiable sexual appetite. a sparring match goes wrong and it turns out your fatui lover may have more secrets up his sleeve than you had imagined...

word count: 5.9k jfc

tw/cw: 18+ only, afab reader, knotting, breeding, impregnation kink, marking, hickeys, masturbation, talk of having children.

--author’s note: sorry this took me an ungodly amount of time to finish! i have been struggling with it for over a month. special thank you to all my friends who i forced to read this and give me feedback on teehee ahem cough y’all know who you are @honey-oak @universal-imagines @moonsickcafe

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The thing is, he’s different.

“Oolong, when subject to a heavy roast, produces an intense, powerful taste, balanced by light floral notes… a complex and balanced flavor. In my days, I’ve sampled many an oolong tea…”

You nod out of respect, even as your mind is wandering. Zhongli was the one who invited you to Heyu Tea House to thank you for your help in introducing several clients to his consulting services. Of course, you didn’t refuse. It seemed a lovely chance to catch up with a friend, and to distract yourself from your ginger-haired companion’s strange behavior.

Yet now instead of relaxing, your thoughts are consumed by him.

You can’t quite put your finger on how. If Tartaglia could be described with one word, it certainly would not be predictable. The man seems open, affable, but it’s all surface-level–he has enough secrets to keep you on your toes, should you get swept into his tides.

Ever since he returned to Liyue after calling off a Fatui mission, though, his behavior’s been... strange. Even for him.

“The boldest taste, however, comes from the leaves found in Jueyun Karst. They have a distinct minerality… almost like Scotch…”

His manner is still jovial, teasing… but his words are sharper now, like the jagged edge of a claw. Like he’s laughing at some kind of joke that only he knows. That same toothy grin he always sports seems more menacing than boyish. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off you. A hand on your back, around your waist–his touches have gotten more outlandish, his hands straying to your ass, your breasts, even in public. You’ve had to smack his hands away more than once.

And the sex, Archon’s above, the sex.

It’s downright animalistic. Him grunting above you, his hips snap snap snapping against yours. He’d left bruises in the shape of his fingertips from how hard he was gripping you, telling you fuck, Tsaritsa above, you’re tight, so fucking wet. And the dirty talk.

You’d never before entertained the thought of children, but the way Tartaglia could spin the most lewd fantasies from his smart mouth (“Wanna be a stay at home mom for me, hm? Want me to just fill you and fuck you till you’re practically begging me to knock you up every second?”)

“One can’t forget the oolong cultivated in Qingce village… They possess a powerful, roasted character… an entirely different flavor from the ones typically seen in Liyue…”

Not to mention, the one time he growled into your neck during sex, sounding less human and more animal,

“You’re mine.”

And the way he laughed it off when you asked him what the fuck that meant. Because even if it was one of the most explosive orgasms you’ve ever had (“Comrade, really! You don’t have to flatter me so,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear once he noticed your legs wobble as you tried to stand. He caught you before you fell, of course; he always did), you weren’t an object, a toy.

A possession. His possession.

You can only assume the way he brushed it off meant he thought otherwise.

Every attempt at getting to the root cause of his behavior left you even more confused, though.

“Whatever are you talking about, comrade?” he would say. “Isn’t it normal to be excited to see my lover after such a long time apart? Aren’t you flattered that I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you?”

“I believe the tea served at Heyu Tea House is sourced directly from Mt. Tiansheng… That would explain the crisp, refreshing quality to the tea we’re tasting now.”

Like the Hydro element he was gifted with, Tartaglia could sway the tides of the convo any way he preferred. Trying to get to the truth of things would only leave you more frustrated.

Your last hope then is patience. Tartaglia after all, is anything but good at keeping secrets. While he had many, he can’t help but drop hints every now and then, as if enticing you to guess upon the truth of them all.

Zhongli’s keen gaze captures your attention, and it’s then that you realize you’ve been blatantly zoning out in the middle of conversation. You shift, muttering out a quick apology. He clears his throat meaningfully before continuing. “But enough about my extensive knowledge of tea. Tell me, how have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been… fine. Alright.”

He stares at you pointedly. You get the sense that he is treading carefully. “And in regards to your… romantic endeavors?”

You raise a brow at the question, having hardly expected it from Zhongli of all people. “Romantic…?” Then it hits you. “Oh, do you mean Childe?”

Zhongli nods, sipping his tea.

“Wait…” Your brow furrows. “How did you know... ?”

"Ah. Well. Ahem. Word gets around.”

You glance at him suspiciously.

Zhongli glances pointedly at your neck, and that’s when you realize the hickey Tartaglia had left on you last night is visible. You flush, adjusting your collar to hide it.

“I may have been privy to certain… sounds during my last business trip to Wangsheng Inn.”

You stare at him uncomprehendingly until he clears his throat. That’s when you realize. The first night Tartaglia came back, he booked a room at the inn. Then he proceeded to bend you over in various positions on damn near every surface. The two of you ended up breaking more than a few furniture items, to which Childe flashed his not-insignificant collection of Mora to the receptionist.

"Oh... oh no. No. Zhongli, please don’t tell me you heard us.”

He takes a sip of his tea again. His silence is answer enough.

You nearly smack your head on the table. The fact that Zhongli knows you’re fucking the Harbringer… the fact that he heard you two. That others had. You can imagine no less embarrassing situation. Maybe if you fell off the top of Mt. Hulao, no one would be able to whisper behind your back about the shameless harlot traveler…

“He asked about you, as soon as he arrived in town. Childe.”

“He... asks about me?” you say, surprised.

Zhongli’s brows arch. “Yes. Often. Annoyingly so.”

Tartaglia’s mysterious way of showing up exactly where you were at the most inopportune moments is apparently because he had informants around town. “Sorry about that, Zhongli–”

“Ah, Mr. Zhongli! I see you’re getting well-acquainted with my friend here.”

Speak of the devil.

“Childe!”

“Hey there,” he says. He immediately makes his way to you, crossing his arms against your chair. Close. Extremely close. You can feel his gloved hand brush against your shoulder. “I was wondering where you ran off to.”

“I told you I was seeing a friend today.”

“A friend, yes. You didn’t mention it was Mr. Zhongli,” he clarifies, and there’s a peculiar note to his voice.

You’re certainly not… imagining the hint of accusation in his words, are you?

“Ah, Childe. Nice to see you again.”

“Nice seeing you again too, Mr. Zhongli. Hope I’m not crashing the party,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing slightly. You notice Zhongli’s gaze dart to it briefly.

“We were just having some tea. Discussing matters.”

“Really? It looks delicious,” he says good-naturedly. “I’d love to try some.”

“I’ll flag down a waiter for you,” Zhongli offers.

“Nonsense. I have the perfect solution.” Tartaglia reaches for your cup, but you grab it just in time. He frowns, and triumphant, you take a sip. But you miss the devious look in his face.

When you try to set the cup down, he leans in. Surprised, you nearly gag on the tea. But he persists, leaning until his lips are pressed firmly against yours. You gasp, and some of the tea overflows from your mouth, flowing into his. He swallows the tea greedily, until you shove him in the chest. You sit back in your seat, face flushed. Zhongli coughs.

“Too bitter for my taste! Certainly could be sweeter,” Tartaglia concludes.

“Y-You--I--” You rub your lips furiously.

“Well,” he purses his lips. “I’m sure (Y/N) added some sweetness to it already~”

Zhongli clears his throat meaningfully. “Curious.”

“Childe, I’m going to end you–” you start, before he interrupts by dropping several Mora onto the table.

“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Zhongli. It’s my treat. Come now,” he says, grasping your arm. “Murderous rage is the perfect motivation for a fine battle. And I think you owe me a spar.”

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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand once the two of you are away enough from the tea house. You made sure to duck into an alley to avoid the hoards of passerby, halting him in his tracks.

He shrugs, uncaring.

“Seriously. That was embarrassing! In front of Zhongli too.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know. He keeps tabs on nearly everything in Liyue,” Tartaglia says airily. Unaffected.

You give him a death glare. “Oh yeah. He knows all right. Says the whole damn country heard us the other night.”

A triumphant grin tugs at his face. Pride rings in his voice. “Yeah? I can’t say that’s a bad thing.”

You jab his chest. “You’re so annoying.”

He grasps your hand, curling the fingers in. His gaze intense, cocky. “But you like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“You enjoy it,” he persists, brow furrowing. “You enjoy me--”

“Debatable.”

“Hah.” He cocks a brow. “Debatable? That’s not what your screaming from last night said--”

"Ahem,” you interrupt, shushing him as someone walks by. He raises a brow, but says nothing. “Didn’t you say I owed you a spar?"

He brightens up instantly, like a child who was just delivered a gift. It’s ridiculous. You have to remind yourself that Tartaglia’s first true love after all, has always been and will always be fighting.

“You did! I’m glad you didn’t forget, comrade. I’ve been looking forward to it. I know a perfect spot in Mingyun Village--”

“Is that why you dragged me away from my date?” you ask even as you follow him.

His laughter dies down. He stops suddenly, glancing at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

“No. I dragged you away from Mr. Zhongli because I don’t like the way he looks at you. You’re mine.”

“I’m not an object, you know that?” you say, frustrated. “Not some kind of weapon you can claim, master.”

“Of course you’re not,” Tartaglia says. “But when I say you’re mine, I mean you belong only to me.”

The certainty in his voice sends you shivers.

He brightens up suddenly though. “Now come! We’re almost there.” He grips your hand tighter, walking quicker now. You notice his hand is hot, the heat seeping through the thin material of his gloves. Almost like you’re touching a furnace. Playing with fire.

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Whatever ailment has afflicted Tartaglia, it certainly hasn’t dampened his fighting spirit. In fact, he’s particularly vicious today. There’s a fire in his eyes with every blow that lands against yours. With inhuman speed, he’s quick to strike, catching you by surprise with an underhanded move. One second, you’re upright, and the next you’re lying flat on your back, his knees caging both sides of your body, his Hydro-infused sword pressed against the side of your neck.

“I win.”

“N-Not fair! When did you get so fast?”

“Life isn’t fair, comrade,” he says, grinning. You blink. For a second, you were almost certain his teeth seemed sharper somehow, the tips of his canines glinting in the light.

It must be your imagination.

He helps you up after his victory, but you decide you’ll also play underhanded. You grasp his hand, taking advantage of his lack of balance. Then you’re the one pinning him to the ground, sword inches before his throat.

“Neither is love~”

Tartaglia’s eyes narrow.

You’re certain he’s going to make a move. A counterattack. He is after all, not one to quit until you two are roughed up and dirtied. Until neither of you can put a fight any longer.

You’re hardly expecting his next move.

He tugs you forward by your shirt collar with inhuman strength. You yelp. And then he’s crashing his face against yours, his lips meeting yours in a battle for dominance.

His kiss is rough, demanding. Like he wants to swallow the very fibers of you up. Like he wants to eat you up. Something sharp prods your lower lip and you recoil at the iron tang of blood.

When did his teeth get that sharp?

You frown, but he takes the chance to lap at your lower lip, sucking on it as if soothingly.

He’s fevered.

Literally. His forehead against yours running hot.

Tartaglia feels like he’s burning up.

You push him away, gasping. His lips are stained with your blood. Despite the sight, your gaze is drawn upwards, where something orange twitches behind his hair.

What the...

Atop Tartaglia’s head are two fuzzy triangular ears. In the shape of a canine’s ears.

“What the fuck?”

The thing is, it makes sense.

His lust for fighting, his unruffled manner. The way he likes to bring out his teeth in the bedroom, nipping you in the neck when you said something particularly amusing. (The one time he drew blood and you got pissed.) The gleam of his canines when he grins. (Too sharp to be human.) The feral glint in his eyes that promises nothing but pain--whether in response to someone stealing away your attention, or a worthy opponent.

Tartaglia being a werewolf is the answer you would have never guessed, but in hindsight, the pieces fit together.

His features are sharper, more distinct. His canines pointed, his gaze sharp, his tail--he had a tail, dear god--ramrod straight. Hovering over you, he stares at you wide-eyed.

“You’re a--”

His ears twitch. “Well, I suppose you could call this a… hairy surprise.”

“You’re a furry? Seriously? That’s your big secret?”

“I--” He pauses. “Not… really? I’m a werewolf. You’re…” He cocks his head to the side. “Not surprised like I thought you would be.”

“You could’ve just said you were a furry,” you exclaim. “Not exactly rare around these parts. That would explain a lot!”

He blinks. “Come now, you can’t tell me you’re not even a smidge surprised?”

You raise a brow at him.

“You do act like a dog. So… not really.”

He laughs. You notice movement from the corner of your eye, and see his tail wagging. You gesture him to move off, and he does so reluctantly. Seated across from each other, you scrutinize him.

“So this is why you’re so eager to fight me?”

He lets out a hearty laugh. “When it’s that time of the month, fighting gives me a burst of energy I’m just itching to burn off.”

“Uh-huh.” You nod slowly.

Now that you think about it, you suppose that yes, there is always a certain time of the month where Tartaglia vanishes. You never stopped to question why or how, always assuming he had top secret back-to-back Fatui missions.

Never did you imagine that the cause of his absence would be a monthly transformation.

“Were you…” He perks up. “Were you always a werewolf? Did it happen recently?”

He hums. “Hmm, no. The Abyss is a strange place. You never know how it’ll affect you.”

You nod. While you saw his Foul Legacy Transformation before, never did you think he had this other transformation as well. “What other changes do you undergo? I see you’re all… furried up.”

“Teeth, claws. I get an insatiable craving for raw meat... fighting… fucking.” You cough at the last word. He glances at you slyly, before letting out a bark of a laugh. “I’m not that different! I’m still me.”

Fucking, huh? That... that makes sense. You feel your cheeks heat up as you remember just how many amorous encounters the two of you had the past few days. He catches the movement, grinning.

“Truthfully comrade… With you before me, all sweaty like this? I’m not sure I can hold back.”

Before you know it, Tartaglia surges forward. Your hands come out to support yourself from falling. His knees cage you, his face mere inches from yours, his hands planted onto the ground beneath you. Trapping you in place.

He gazes at you slyly, resting his chin on your chest. He inhales deeply, his ears twitching.

He nips your collarbone, one arm coming back to grasp you, drawing you into him. Your arms are grateful for the relief, clinging to him. Then you’re in his lap, keenly aware of Tartaglia’s hungry expression staring up at you.

“But I,” He laughs. “I don’t even think you want me to hold back.”

His hands come up to cup your breasts through your shirt, squeezing roughly. He seems to grow frustrated with the material in his way though.

He rips through your shirt suddenly with a sharpened claw. You yelp, smacking his shoulder. He laughs heartily, before cupping your breasts with his bare hands.

“You’re s-so obsessed with these,” you mutter.

“Can you blame me? These are perfect. Soft and round.” He sighs. “They’d look even better, full with milk.”

He leans down, his teeth grazing a nipple. You shiver. “W-What the hell, Childe?”

He shrugs. It would be a lie to say you aren’t affected by his smart, dirty mouth. Heat simmers low in your abdomen. The thought of Childe knocking you up… of claiming you as his, of imprinting himself on you.

He laughs again. “I can smell you, you know?” He taps his nose. “Wolf senses. I think you like that idea more than you let on. I’m glad. I like it, too.”

“I…” His voice lowers. “Would love nothing more than to fuck you until you’re heavy with my child.”

The intensity of his gaze, the assurance of his promise, the gravelly quality to his tone–they all have you rubbing your thighs together, hoping vainly to get some kind of relief.

His hand trails down to the hem of your pants. He tugs at them roughly before his claw slices through the thin material of your panties.

“H-Hey! Childe, what the hell. I actually like that pair.”

“Ngh, I’ll buy you new ones later. I just wanna feel you… fuck, you’re soaked.”

Tartaglia is smart enough to not stick his claws inside you, instead using the back of his index and third fingers to rub against your clit. You shudder. While usually it wouldn’t be enough to get you off, combined with his panting against your neck, his hips rutting up into you, his hand rubbing your nipple. It’s all too much. You keel forward, a gasp of his name ripping from your throat as your walls contract around nothing.

Tartaglia continues to rub you through your orgasm, even as pinpricks of sensitivity have you shaking above him, begging him to stop. Finally, mercifully, his hand leaves you. He brings it up to his mouth, inhaling deeply before lapping at the juices smeared on his fingers.

“Fuck, comrade, that was hot.”

You’re the one who initiates the kiss this time, pressing insistently against him. Wanting to repay him back in some way. Sitting atop his thighs, you grow more and more aware of his burgeoning need pressing up against you, and when you break the kiss, glancing down, you’re not surprised to see his heavy erection straining the front of his pants.

“Here?” you ask, breathless.

Tartaglia cracks a wicked grin. “You minx. Of course we can–”

He stills suddenly. Glancing to his right, the both of you catch sight of an unsuspecting villager, who immediately drops his basket of grains after catching sight of the two of you. You are sure you pose more of an indecent sight, your shirt and pants torn, your skin exposed. Tartaglia holds you to him, attempting to hide you from his gaze.

“I–I’m sorry!”

“Nothing to see here, old man,” Tartaglia says testily. “Keep moving.”

After he leaves, he turns to you. “Now, where were we–”

“Where were we? What do you mean? The mood is ruined!”

Now not only did everyone at Liyue Harbor know you were a harlot, but so did a poor, unsuspecting elderly man from the countryside.

–

It’s not that you consider yourself a prude, per se. It’s that you’re trying to build up your reputation in Liyue, and these risque debacles really are making you look bad. Who can blame you though—you need to unlock those merchant discounts! Groceries nowadays are so expensive.

That’s what you tell yourself anyways, as you make your way back to your teapot, the sun having set in the horizon.

Tartaglia moaned and griped about getting blue-balled, but you told him he could wait until you two had a proper room and bed before getting frisky. You can’t risk any more rumors flying around. You sent him away on so you could finish doing your quests around Liyue.

The sight that you find at your teapot though, is not expected at all.

“Mngh, fuck, comrade. Fuck. So tight.”

“Are you… are you humping my pillows?” you ask, incredulous.

Tartaglia stutters your name out, voice pitching higher at the end. He’s kneeling on your bed, pants and shirt off, rutting into what seems like a pile of your pillows.

Your jaw drops. You take a minute to admire the sight afforded to you; it’s a rare opportunity for you to bask in the view: the hard muscles of his back tensing, the constellation of scars rippling with every thrust of his hips forward.

He’s still fucking your bed.

“Are you humping my pillows while I’m talking to you?” you repeat.

Tartaglia lets out something close to a whine.

“Mmh–yes? N-No? Y-Yes!”

You make your way closer. Sweat beads on his forehead, drips down his chest. Tartaglia’s biting down on his lip, his cheeks flushed. He jerks his hips into the pillows, driving his cock in and out in stilted motions, almost as if he can’t help himself. As if he can’t control his body.

Suddenly, you remember his words from earlier.

“Comrade, please… Are you really going to leave me blue-balled like this?”

An ounce of guilt registers in you.

“Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it.”

He gasps out an unconvincing yes. The closer you look, the more you can see the sheen of something sticky dripping down his abdomen, all over your sheets. With a start you realize it’s coming from him.

You swallow roughly, suddenly aware of just how packed the room is with the smell of his musk.

“How long have you been uh, doing this?” You gesture to him.

He grunts. “Since our last encounter.”

Your eyes widen. “Seriously? That was hours ago.”

Tartaglia gives you a shaky smile. “S-Seems I can’t help myself. S-Sorry…”

You stare uncomprehendingly.

Has Childe been jerking it in your room for hours? Is this… was this normal?

“You look like you could use a hand. Or… two.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think twice.

“Yes.” Tartaglia nearly jumps at the suggestion, freeing his cock from the makeshift pillow fucktoy he made. His cock points stiffly towards his stomach, the tip near purple, twitching and drooling with his spend.

You blink several times. You can’t say for certain, but it seems bigger than last time you remember it. And Tartaglia’s cock was already menacing enough for a human’s.

Your eyes glance upwards at his ears.

Correction. His cock was menacing enough to be a werewolf’s.

Your hand circles his cock tentatively. Tartaglia hisses, bucks into your fist. To your surprise, you can barely wrap your hand around the width of him. Definitely bigger.

Your hand thumbs the tip, and he gasps, hand fucking into your fist. And more sensitive.

You continue to stroke him, although it would be a stretch to say you’re doing most of the work—Tartaglia seems bent on fucking into anything that he can, thrusting into your fist with intention. It takes only a few pumps for him to hiss loudly, his cum coating your hand. He mutters out an apology, his hips still jerking into your hand.

Certainly, you think, he should be satiated by now. The amount he came not insignificant.

But to your surprise, his cock still throbs in your grasp, as hard as it was when you started.

“Does this–is this like a wolf thing?” you ask him.

“Ngh, comrade, I may have neglected to mention something important.”

You nod, urging him to continue.

“My transformation usually occurs only under the night of a full moon. But this time… it’s not.” He scratches the back of his head. “And the reason why is…”

“Because of my rut.”

You blink uncomprehendingly.

“Uh, like a creative rut?”

Tartaglia’s hand falls. He points at his cock, still hard in your grasp.

“Like a… a horny rut, comrade,” he says drily.

“...Oh.”

“I get an insatiable urge to fuck. Nothing else can make up for it. My hand, your hand, this pillow…”

“Fighting doesn’t help?” you ask, remembering his earlier words.

He chuckles lowly, expression grim. “Fighting, for once, doesn’t help.”

You hum, nodding thoughtfully. A thought occurs to you at the feel of your hand covered in his seed, and you release his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him, you bring your hand to your mouth, before licking his spend on your finger. Tartaglia inhales deeply, his gaze darkening as it hones in on your tongue disappearing back into your mouth.

“What can I do to help?” you ask, looking up at him from your lashes. Knowing full well the answer.

“I need to…” His brows furrow, hesitating on his next words. “I need to breed something, comrade.”

“Something? Or someone?”

Tartaglia arches a brow. “Come now. Don’t be silly, comrade. There’s a chance–a real chance-that I might hurt you this time,” he says, flexing a clawed hand.

He looks away, rubs a hand over his mouth. “I just–ngh. When it comes to you, I can’t promise I’ll be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t. I’m not made of glass, you know. I’m not going to break every time you reveal some weird secret of yours. Or try to… put some primal, wolfy claim on me.”

He blinks slowly.

“Primal, wolfy claim, huh,” he repeats. A roguish grin stretches across his face, highlighting his canines.

Then before you know it, he’s grasped you by the waist, and thrown you onto the bed. You have barely a chance to catch your breath before Tartaglia’s form looms over you, caging you to the bed.

“And what if I were to claim you, comrade, hm? What then?” he asks, all toothy-smiled. He grasps your hand, brings it up to his lips. A sharp canine pokes through his lip, nicking your wrist. You flinch. Tartaglia makes sure your eyes are on him as his tongue traces over the cut, lapping up the drops of blood.

“Soulmates and bonds for life are a thing of fiction,” he says once he’s finished. “Real wolves though…” He licks his lips, his voice dropping an octave. “We see something we like, we stake our claim.”

“It’s… it’s like peeing on me,” you mutter despondently, glancing away. Trying in vain to ignore how the action had your heart racing, heat collecting between your thighs.

He laughs, a full-chested, booming sound. Clearly seeing through your act. “Oh, no no. Nothing at all like that. It’s more like claiming you fully. Spirit, mind…”

“And body,” he says, flipping you onto your stomach. You yelp. Tartaglia positions his cock at your back entrance.

“Woah woah… we’re not even gonna take off my clothes here?”

He snorts, before yanking at your pants. The buttons go flying, and you squeak. He pulls it down to your knees, not even completely off. Too impatient to be inside you. Then his claws rip through your second pair of panties for the day.

His cock nudges the cleft of your ass cheeks.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod.

His teeth graze your shoulder, and you flinch. You didn’t think he meant ready for the mark. He bites down and you steel yourself. Only to relax. It feels like nothing more than a regular hickey.

“Wha–”

“Ha! Jokes on you. That’s for earlier.”

“What the hell, Childe–”

He enters you in one thrust. The stretch is instant, an intense burn. Tartaglia is big, he always has been. You haven’t been prepped nearly enough. Your nails dig into the bedsheets, threatening to rip the material. His precome helps ease the burn a tad, but you’re still wincing, shifting to adjust to his intrusion.

Tartaglia on the other hand lets out a broken moan. He throbs inside you, his hands falling to either side of your head to brace himself. His claws do in fact dig into the material of your sheets, tearing holes into it.

“Say when,” he grits out.

You call out his name, and it’s like something snaps inside him. He drags his cock out of you, and you sigh in momentary relief. But then he’s slamming back into you, and you gasp, the breath knocked out of you. Then he’s pummeling into you. Each rough thrust has his balls smacking against the curve of your ass, his hips digging deeper into yours, as if to carve out a space inside you, suited just for his cock. He props himself up on one hand, the other grasping the curve of your hip, anchoring himself to thrust even deeper.

It’s not making love. It’s a claiming.

Tartaglia is loud, more vocal than he’s ever been. He’s gasping and grunting, moaning brokenly about how fucking good you feel, so tight, so warm, so wet, the perfect sleeve for his cock. His hips snapsnapsnapping against yours.

You feel like little more than his cock sleeve, truthfully. A means for him to get off. Yet the thought has you arching your back for him more, clenching around him. You wanna be his personal sex toy, waiting pretty and supple at home for him.

You reach for his free hand digging into the sheets, untangling his hand. Then you bring it to your stomach, where he gets the hint, clutching possessively.

“You want a full litter of my pups?” he grunts. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it all to you. Want you nice and swollen for me, want you—ngh—all round and plump for me.”

You mewl, and Tartaglia’s hand curls around your abdomen, his thrusts increasing in their power. He slams into you, deep enough that you’re sure the sheer force of his hips will leave bruises on your ass, and you moan.

“Gonna fill you up over and over again, right? That’s what you want?”

His hand on your hip squeezes appreciatively, as if imagining his own fantasy come to fruition. Your belly, full with his child. Your hips, filled out.

“You’ll be waiting at home for me.” He chuckles. “With all our kids.”

“Oh, I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he says, noticing your trembling.

“You said you wanted a treat, right?” His breathing is harsher now, his breath coming in pants. He lifts you onto his lap, dropping you onto his cock. “Then take—this,” he says, thrusting up into you. His cum pours into you, and you gasp at the feel. Strangely hot, much warmer than it typically is.

He’s still inside you, rutting against you, still not completely soft.

You give him an incredulous look. “You’re not done?”

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.

Tartaglia grinds his hip against yours purposefully. His cock feels even bigger now, like this. Almost as if it’s engorged. With a start you realizing that isn’this balls slapping against you, but something else. Something–

“Is that–” Your eyes widen. “Is that a knot?”

“Mmf, yes.”

Anxiety creeps into you. “N-No way.” He was already gifted down there. Add in the thick bulbous knot you felt brushing against your asshole? Archons above.

“You better at least use lube, Childe!”

“Now why would I do that, comrade? When I—ngh, have this instead?” he says. His hand steadies your hip as he begins fucking into you again. His cum makes a thick slapping sound every time he thrusts into you, some of it even sloshing out.

“W-Wait–”

He surges forward, burying his cock inside you, knot and all. You gasp, grasping onto his forearms. The stretch is even more intense. You feel as if you might burst apart at the seams. Tartaglia at least is content to grind against you, his breathy moans a clear sign of his enjoyment. It’s too much though. You need some space, to not feel so hopelessly full. You gasp as you try to move away and find yourself stuck. His knot fully inflated, it catches onto your walls.

He groans. “Mm, not a wise choice, babe”

“You–you jerk. Did I say you could knot me?”

“Come now, comrade,” he laughs, starting up his thrusts again. You squirm as you feel the movement sloshing his cum around inside you. “I thought you said you wanted it? A litter of my pups. A family of twelve, me and you.”

The idea has you shivering. The image of Tartaglia cradling your swollen belly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, filling you over and over again. You do want it. You want to be nothing more than his.

He’s pumping his hips now, the wet squelch of your combined fluids a symphony to his lewd words. “Gonna fill you up over and over again. Heh. Use you as my own breeding grounds. I bet you’d like that. I’ll have to leave for Fatui missions,” he says, his pause punctuated by his hips digging into yours cruelly. You mewl out his name, and he smirks, digging his teeth into your shoulder as warning. “But you know I’d rather be buried inside you.”

You yelp in pain and he soothes the bite with his tongue. His gaze is trained on the stringy residue of your lovemaking sticking to his thighs.

“Every time you empty out, I gotta keep filling you back up over and over again.”

He positions you forwards, onto your hands and knees, as he mounts you from behind. He gasps at the new angle, one leg propped up as he jackhammers into you. One hand on your breast, the other clutching the give of your stomach.

“Ngh, you’d really be perfect to carry my kids. So soft, so round. I’ll give you a nice litter of pups to take care of.”

“You and your damn talk about kids…” you gasp out, tightening around him.

“Ngh… c-cumming,” he says. And then he bites down on you, his canines digging into you. Hard. You feel the sting of pain. Blood pools down your shoulder.

“Ouch!”

“S-Sowwy,” he says, teeth muffled against you. “Hab to make sure it’s deep enouph.”

You’re not sure what to focus on more–the pain of the bite, soothed mildly by his tongue, or the feel of his cum oozing out between you two. The latter eventually wins out. You grimace, smacking him.

“If I get knocked up after this, you’re paying for all the child support.”

He releases your shoulder, laughs. “You know I would!”

“Besides,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. Resting his forehead against yours and sending you a a smile. “We’ll be together forever. And can you imagine a worse fate?”

#tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #Genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #not sfw #tati writes

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zendwrotes · 7 months

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Hi, there :D! First time resquest here but if it's not too much trouble, I would like to resquest:

Type: Headcanons

Reader: Neutral

Characters: (TWST) Silver, Riddle and Jack

With a partner who has the talent of being able to imitate the voice of anyone including his partner. It's not magic, it's a skill that the reader knew how to develop .

Remember take your time and no pressure, thank you 💐💗🌠

— Them with a Reader who can imitates voices !

⤷ a/n : sorry for my sudden disappearance for weeks, i'm busy with things recently. . . but anyways ! we're back with my poor ass writing, my askbox is still opening so feel free. remember to read guildlines first. please correct me if i made any mistakes in the askbox.

★ characters : riddle rosehearts｜jack howl｜silver

“ tags — gender neutral reader, imitates voices, twst, twst x gn!reader, reader uses you/your pronouns. . .

・warnings : none !

— riddle actually very - and yes by very i really meant it - surprises about that you can imitate voices.

— you have imitated cater's voice once in order to tricked him and riddle was not very happy about that. HOWEVER - ahem, however, that is the reason why he found out you can imitate voices without in need of magic.

— he has tried to ask you how did you do it but you only said it was a secret skill of yours. i mean you did learn it for so long so why would you say the tips - or the whole thing - of doing that to the others.

— but okay, look, if you keep imitate voices of his dorm students, he won't hesitated to give you an "off with your head" and tell you to walk around him.

— the students literally complain how you imitate riddle's voice to trick them over and over again. somehow, riddle likes that but he didn't act it publicly.

— you can also imitate his voice ? that's a new note for him. he will try to ask you to do that some days.

❝ I have heard the complains about you all the time. But I'm impressed that you can imitate other's voices, even mine. Unfortunately for you, you need to stop that action of yours, the students are not very happy about that. I will not hesitated to wrap your neck with a collar if you disobey my warning and if the students keep complaining about that. Don't make me do the hard way for you. ❞

— jack was kinda surprised at first when you imitate leona's voice (to trick him of course.), he thought that it was real leona himself !

— you have told him about your skill, how you could imitate the others' voices without magic. jack was really impressed by that.

— in my opinion, he would eventually try to imitate the other's voice like what you did too but he failed terribly. you did help him in some ways though, he really happy about that.

— you could invite him to join your voices trick thing, he thought maybe he could learn something from your trick.

— how he discovered you could also imitate his voice ? well, uh, ruggie told him about it. he said he was just chilling when he heard jack's voice said that leona needs him to clean the room again, turned out it was just you laughing for your dear life when he found out.

— yeah, jack did chuckle at that a bit, but still, you're starting to annoy the other students in the dorm.

— he has come to you to talk about it apparently. after all, he doesn't want leona to hear about the student's complaining, especially if the complaining about you.

❝ Hey, I think you're going a bit too far now. Maybe you should limit your tricks toward the others? I don't want the dorm leader to hear about this at all. . . If you keep doing it, I won't be hesitating with you. Limit it or else. I don't want to hurt you or see you hurt, okay? ❞

— this sleepy head doesn't even surprised when you can imitate the others' voices. i mean he did, just not acting it in front of you.

— he caught you imitated malleus' voice once and he's still trying to be normal after that. (he couldn't get the fact that you could do this to sebek and ruin his sleep, he doesn't mind if lilia and malleus know this though. . .)

— silver has tried to talk to you about how, how did you even imitate voices only by skill ? he's only questioning that to be honest.

— as long as you didn't annoy the others much, he's fine with that. but unfortunately it's not what he wants, haha.

— you tricked the students all days, even malleus knows that but he lets you do it because he thinks it's kinda fun to see the dorm "hyped up" with your tricks. (he just wants his dorms to finally have some more noises instead of him with his closed people noises okay.)

— however, silver still walked up to you and talk about it. no offense to you though, he's impressed that you can imitate voices anyways.

— ah, how can i imagine this sleepy boy of our saying to you ? he doesn't want you to stop though, it is making the prince of Briar Valley happy so.

❝ Okay Prefect, I don't want to stop you from tricking people with your special skill. But please, don't put me in. I know that you can also imitate my voice, you can't hide from me. However, I don't mind it, as long as you don't include me. I meant no offense, but maybe try to limit that? . . .Oh. You want me to join your tricks? I would if I'm in the mood. ❞ (and he never in the mood to join but he did watch you tricking people.)

final note ／ hope you all having fun with my writings. because i'm not sastify with it already but practice makes perfect, isn't it? anyways, please request so that i'll have the things to do.

#twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x gn reader #jack howl x reader #jack howl x gn reader #silver twst x gn reader #silver twst x reader

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jillflame · 1 year

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LACKADAISY ENDGAME PREDICTION

So before we start, BE WARNED OF SPOILERS!!! I'll be drawing from a lot of different panels and bonus material, so if you would like to avoid spoilers for the comic and bonus stuff, go read everything on the Lackadaisy official website (seriously go read it its amazing) and then come right back here!

To begin, I've been in the mood for some Lackadaisy theories.

Mostly concerning the fun scavenger-hunt bonus feature on their website, jocosely titled "Funeral Home".

Everybody who's played around with the feature has figured out that if you put various characters' names into it, you get fed back quotes from the pilot. All except Atlas, who spits back this:

I've seen a lot of theories circulating that Atlas was drowned or that his death was somehow tied to water, but we know that isn't true because we get a glimpse into his death in 'Introduction 2':

Atlas was clearly shot (or stabbed, i guess, but far more likely he was shot given the importance of guns to the Lackadaisy.) But I'm not here to spectate on whether Mordecai and Mitzi killed him... yet

I'm here to talk about how whatever that 'sounds of rushing water' foreshadows is something that could potentially be a large clue into the secrets he kept in conjunction with the Lackadaisy before his death. Whether this secret is tied to how he died, whatever lead to it, or something he left behind for the Lackadaisy, it's likely going to play a large role in the series. I personally think that whatever secret lies guarded by that rushing water (probably alcohol... and lots of it) is going to end up being the key to saving the Lackadaisy when it's at its lowest...and I'm starting to fear that Rocky might end up paying the price for it.

As important as fire and dramatic dynamite explosions are to Rocky's character, he's often associated literarily more with water. The comic really doesn't shy away from highlighting the importance of the Mississippi either. ^This line in Rocky's now pilot-famous poem particularly sticks out to me too. 'Umber Whiskey Waters". It's a line meant to convey the color of the river, but it could also very much be foreshadowing at its finest. "Whiskey Waters."

The importance of Rocky's involvement isn't a mistake either, because another clue that alcohol is being guarded by the famous river could also be drawn from Rocky's own character bio pic.

We can clearly see that he's standing on a barrel with three prominent X's carved into the side. These three Xs, as I've come to find out, confirm that the barrel IS carrying alcohol, and even clue us into the type of alcohol we might be looking at.

I managed to find a useful paragraph from THIS website that states,

"An ‘X’ is also used to record the number of distillations of some alcoholic drinks. With each distillation the alcohol content rises, so the more distillations (or Xs) the stronger the brew, though the Xs on a bottle of whisky or rum do not necessarily indicate the alcohol content."

So each X represents a distillation cycle. Three X's basically mean it's the GOOD STUFF. Today, this can still be seen primarily associated with moonshine-

For those of you who don't know (like I didn't until I fell into this rabbit hole), moonshine is defined as a homemade, un-aged whiskey. It has a clear color, a corn base, a high alcohol content, and it's traditionally bottled in mason jars. (I ripped all of this right from google)

During the prohibition, the demand for moonshine would have risen drastically, but a more important key-phrase to take away from all that is the 'clear color'. Not very 'umber whiskey waters' of it, UNTIL you read about how umber whiskey gets its color.

It absorbs its color by maturing in wooden casks. And this process can take a while. One might even catch his death waiting around that long. HahHAhaAHAHAhahahah

*ahem* Sorry. But, there might be some truth there. Whiskey needs to be matured for a minimum of 3 years, many being matured for far longer than that, and only one year has passed between Atlas's death and the current timeline.

All of this for me just confirms that there's some umber alcohol in those waters, or more probably, tucked away under it. We don't know how long its been there for, or who, besides Atlas himself, might know of its existence, but let's not forget Atlas's VAST stretch of underground tunnels that the Lackadaisy provides access to. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to think that he might have had a tunnel or two filled with maturing whiskey, hidden deep underground, maybe close to the Mississippi... maybe dangerously close. Maybe they're a reckless act away from flooding entirely, spilling their valuable contents into the river... causing lots of destruction....

This might be a bad time to re-remind everybody of Rocky's drowning motif.

eh... im sure he'll be fine...

Furthermore... the article I linked above leaves us on THIS cheery note...

"Other applications for a series of Xs occur within the writing fraternity, whereby a writer completing a manuscript concludes the text with a single line of ‘XXX’ to signify to printers and editors that this is ‘The End.’"

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy spoilers #rocky rickaby #calvin mcmurray #lackadaisy theory #lackadaisy prediction #atlas death #mordecai heller #lackadaisycats #at the very least im hoping to get some good fanfic out of this >:)#fanfiction writers go do your thing

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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Do you write maddy perez x reader. Can you do from enemies to lovers with maddy where maddy was secretly in love with reader the whole time but she wanted to get reader's attention by being mean to her xoxo

oh absolutely. I love this idea sm

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, insults, reader slaps maddy, kissing, maddy calls reader a homophobic slur >:(, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

maddy perez x enemy!fem!reader

for as long as you could remember, you had hated maddy perez.

and as far as you knew, she hated you too.

every day, she would go out of her way to shut your locker as soon as you opened it, humiliate you in front of the whole school, and say horrible things to you. she would call you a slut, a whore, and.. a fag.

it hurt. a lot.

she made your life miserable.

and the truth is, you didnt really even hate her

since you first saw her in third grade, you've had a massive crush on the girl, even if you didnt notice it until the next year.

the thing is, she never noticed you.

until fifth grade, when your 'friend' told her that you said she was cute

she took about a day to think about it

and then she started insulting you, saying it was gross that you like girls

she was relentless

until one day when you two were arguing about how she treated you

you had enough. she told you,"you're fucking disgusting! I hope you, and all the other girls you've fucked, go to hell!"

so you slapped her, really fucking hard

you expected her to hit you back, but she didnt.

instead, you saw tears well up in her eyes as she held her cheek in amazement, and she turned around and walked away.

you thought it was weird, why was she acting like that when she was the one that said all those horrible things?

well you see, maddy never meant what she said about you.

in reality, she liked girls too, she just didnt know it yet.

she thought she was gross for thinking about you the way she did.

and when maddy went home that night, she went to her computer and opened google

yeah she definitely took an 'am I gay?' test

or like 17 of them

the results were.... well......

yeah she was gay

like really gay

like.. 'adopting a ton of cats and living in a cottage in the forest with her girlfriend' gay

so, naturally, she avoided everyone for like, three weeks.

but eventually she had to go back to school

and see you

when you saw maddy at school, your heart broke. she looked horrible, like she was two seconds away from dropping dead right in front of you. you didnt regret slapping her, but you couldn't stand seeing her like that so you walked to her locker and asked her if she was alright. she didnt answer you, but she did ask you something.

"do you really like me? like actually?". you were scared, was this just an evil ploy so she could humiliate you once again? you pushed aside your worried thoughts and nodded with your eyes glued to the ground. she let out a small 'wow' and stepped towards you. you looked up in fear, expecting her to hit you, yell at you, anything. but she didnt. instead, she smiled at you and you noticed her red face. she looked to the side and began speaking.

"I um, I'm really sorry.. the only reason I said those things is because.. well, I really like you, I guess. and, like, I guess I was just really jealous of all the other girls you've been with. I didnt even know I was... gay..". you stared at the side of her face with wide eyes, you couldn't believe what she was saying. "you're lying, maddy. I don't believe you." she looked at you and frowned, seeming to be thinking for a moment. she replaced her frown with a slight smile before placing her lips on yours, pulling you closer to her and kissing you gently.

it was hard for her to get used to dating you, a girl, and it was hard for you to get used to all the positive attention all the time

of course, some people weren't happy about your relationship (ahem ahem, nate.)

but you didnt care, maddy was finally yours.

#euphoria x reader #maddy perez x reader #chaos' army #chaos calling!#maddy perez fic #maddy perez #maddy x reader

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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I love love love your little terror series! Would you consider making one if maybe like more gareth forward or like gareth being the main caregiver? He seems like he would just be the sweetest caregiver and I'm honestly just in love lol, maybe he calls the little bunny?? Thank you so much!

Little Bunny

Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Jason is a bully

Notes - Gareth is aged up to be a senior in highschool on his second go around so he’s at least 19, I think, I don’t know how American schools work … Also this is short, I’m coming back from a very long hiatus so please just bear with me <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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The parking lot was as loud as ever, students chatting, catching up after a long summer, cars parked so close doors could hardly open, and new students lost to the point of no return. Senior year seemed to creep up on Gareth like no other, the excitement of becoming the Hellfire club's new DM had taken up most of his summer, the thoughts of math homework, english class, and graduation lost on him as he began planning his first campaign.

Ever since Eddie, Little Terror and Jeff had graduated, the school felt less alive, no more table top rants, or chasing a lost little through the hallways after school. Everything just felt empty and broken. "Gareth!" Dustin called out, waving him over to the group of people he seemed imbedded in, Mike and Lucas both present. "This is Elle." He pointed to a girl, her giving him a shy wave in return. "And that's Will, they're new, and old." Gareth just shook his head, Dustin was sure to explain what he meant later. "They wanted to know if they could join the club?"

"Sure, the more the merrier!" He smiled, faking his enthusiasm, the change that this year was to bring too fresh on his mind. "Just make sure they have what they need purchased by Friday!" He shouted as he walked away, the group chatting as he left them behind.

"Sorry." A voice pleaded, the sound heard by Gareth as he walked to his locker, the language hall usually quite, hardly any students in it before school, just those unlucky enough to have their lockers located there. "I really didn't do it I promise! I didn't do anything!" The voice continued.

"I don't believe you!" A harsh voice called back, one that belonged to Jason Carver, the second year senior who's dad apparently couldn't pay off the teachers to let him pass. "You did this on purpose! And you're going to pay!"

Gareth walked towards the commotion, almost hesitating as he instinctively waited for Eddie to barge through and deal with Jason. "Ahem." Gareth cleared his throat, leaning against the lockers closest to the pair, his new found height doing wonders to his intimidation tactics.

"This is none of your business' Freak." Jason spat, turning back to the crying person in front of him.

"Pretty sure it is." Gareth said sarcastically, looking around to add dramatic effect, as if he was looking for a care in the world for Jason. Before the Jock could get back to tormenting the clearly new person, he spoke again. "Seeing as they are in Hellfire, this situation is definitely my business, so tell me what's going on here."

Jason just laughed, looking to the poor soul and then back to Gareth. "Should have known they were with you, all you Freaks look the same."

The words made Y/n cry harder, standing still, tears running down their cheeks as Jason turned back to them before walking away, not having the time to try and mess with the Hellfire Club this early in the year. "'m so sorry!" Y/n cried, looking now to Gareth, their eyes wide, heart beating fast. "I promise I din' do anyfin, 'm jus' clumsy 'nd fell." Their tears were fatter now, their shoulders shaking slightly.

Gareth's heart broke, 'Why do we always meet littles in moments of distress?' He asked himself. "I know you didn't do anything, and even if you did, your secret would be safe with me." He smiled, pretend zipping and locking his lips.

Y/n wrinkled their nose, a small smile now on their face as tears fell. "I'll leabe now, 'm sorry for bothering you."

"You're not bothering me, don't worry." He chuckled, Y/n quite literally making his day. "Why don't I take you somewhere and help you calm down? Wouldn't want to spend your first day sad, would you?"

"You don' wan' me t'go with you, 'm, 'm ..."

"Feeling tiny?" Gareth asked, Y/n's eyes widening when they heard his words. "Well, if you don't want to come and play with allll the toys I have, that's fine, I'll just let them know you don't want to be their friends." He said, fake sadness lacing his voice, turning to walk away.

"Toys?"

Gareth smiled, nodding his head, gesturing for Y/n to follow him.

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The drama room lights turned on with a buzz, the room suddenly flooded with warm light, the large table in the middle as clean as it will ever get all year, not yet in use, costumes on racks surrounding the perimeter of the room. "They should be over here, you can take a seat if you want." He smiled, walking towards the back wall in search of the box of second hand toys Little Fairy used to play with, all donated by those in the club, along with Eddie's thrift store finds.

Y/n wrinkled their nose as the box was placed in front of them, contemplating what to pull out first, before their hand landed on a stuffed bunny, one Little Fairy refused to play with because of their little blue and orange stuffed blobs.

"You two are a prefect pair." Gareth chuckled, his arms crossed as he stood a few steps back. "You both have cute little noses." He laughed when Y/n looked up at him, their nose scrunched in the perfect bunny like way.

Y/n smiled, giving the bunny a little wiggle, their hand wiping the tears off their face, a smile on their lips rather than their previous frown. "I's cute." They giggled, showing the bunny off to Gareth.

"It is very cute, why don't you take him with you today?" Gareth asked, now crouched down, his arms laying on the table as he looked at the thing, giving one of the ears a little pet. "He sits in here all day alone, I think he’d enjoy the company.” He smiled.

“Really?” Y/n’s tears had mostly dried, but sadness seemed to be permanent plastered to their face, like no amount of stuffed animal would rub it off.

“Of course.” Gareth sat in the seat next to Y/n, one arm leaning against the table. “Why don’t we meet up at lunch, and you can let me know if he’s behaving?” He asked, knowing he wouldn’t be a good ‘hellfire babysitter’ if he didn’t check in on them later, though he would ask even if it wasn’t for the club, Y/n and him seemed to click, sort of like Eddie and Little fairy.

“M’kay.” Y/n smiled up at him, wrinkling their nose once again. “Tanks.”

“Of course, Little bunny.”

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #hellfire club x reader #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire babysitting club #strager things #stranger things age regression #stranger things fic

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csbenthusiast · 2 months

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May your heart never stop beating for me - Choi Yeonjun X f!reader

a/n: *ahem* hi😭 it’s been a long looong while since I last wrote something and posted in here(my apologies), but ummmm this is a comeback ? sort of? idk, but what I know is that this was sitting on my docs app FOR SO SO LONG LIKE SINCE FEBRUARY and it was supposed to be out on Halloween and then on Christmas but I got sick😬 anyways consider this a miracle and a late gift 😀 (I’m also planning a Soob fic that was supposed to be out on his birthday but shhhhhlets not talk about it for now).

a/n²: y’all I lied😨 I’m late once again, but what matters is that it’s finally here!! Literally a year later 😀 and ummm I tried to mix two ways of writing this, so I hope it was not confusing!

Genre: angst? it’s bittersweet.

CW: toxic relationship (nothing to worry about, YJ and mc just go back and forth), language, Yeonjun has a bad behavior(I’m not sorry, I was feeling very angsty), implied suggestive touches? they both need each other in a not so healthy way. Lemme know if I missed something!

WC: 2.2k

disclaimer: this only fiction and does not represent this idol in any way.

Pls enjoy and give me feedbacks:DDD they make me very happy (English is not my first language, excuse any mistakes 😙)

Songs I listened while writing this: here

The weather outside was definitely a mood killer. As the days passed by, October just got colder and colder. And it’s not like the chilly weather wasn’t nice, in fact, it was actually quite pleasant.

The season was nice, sure. But spending the days alone was not on your ‘to do’ list, to be honest.

Yeonjun left without even explaining himself once again. Everyday life seemed meaningless and the urge to check up on him was growing more and more.

It was worthless, though. Why bother yourself when he has never put you on the top of his priority list? Was it too much to ask?

Despite that, here you were, almost 10pm on a Tuesday trying to cheer up your mood with a random movie playing on the TV.

It was a terrible film, though. The best option was probably going to sleep, but you knew better; going to bed meant reminiscing everything until the first ray of sunshine was peeking through the curtains.

In the end, you tried to go through that mess.

And, somehow, that thing was able to get your attention to the point where you ended up startled by the sound of the doorbell.

You tried to ignore it at first, too scared to check who it was, but it rang again. Was it a murder? No, no murder would ring the doorbell before making a victim.

In defeat, and dragging your feet to where the door was, you took a look through the peephole and, right now, the person outside was probably worse than a murder.

Yeonjun couldn’t be on the other side in the middle of the night, right? It was like he read your mind.

You twisted the keys in a hurried move, though. Being curious sometimes was a curse.

“Hey.” It’s the only thing he bothered to say, looking at his feet like he was ashamed. As if.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, not really sure of how you were supposed to feel. It’s kind of bittersweet.

He was still looking at the ground, but you took notice of how Yeonjun was shivering. Was it due to the cold and the lack of clothes? You’re not sure.

“I…” a sigh escaped his chapped “I don’t know, all the roads lead me here at the end of the day, I suppose.” It was an attempt to cheer up the mood, but by the look on your face he quickly replaced his smile with a frown.

Two pairs of eyes bored into each other, and it was clear that you were anything but pleased to see him standing by your doorstep. But, again, being good could be a curse, perhaps.

It was cold outside, and Yeonjun was shivering. Maybe you should invite him inside. Unfortunately, you did.

Huening Kai will have to deal with this later, I guess.

"Come on, you're clearly cold." You stepped aside, making room for him. "I can make some tea if you'd like. What do you say?"

"That's what I like about you, Y/N." Yeonjun winked "You're always looking out for me." and made himself comfortable on her couch.

"Do you deserve it, though?" the girl mumbled, occupying herself in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the older boy was looking around the room and hallway. A few things changed; the picture you two took back in July was no longer hanging on the wall and a few decorations were out of place. Odd.

"Hey, Y/N?" he called, receiving back a hum. "Where's our photo? You know, the one you're kissing my cheek."

The nerve. Where does he think it went?

"What do you mean 'Where's our photo'?" She scoffed, dropping a few things while doing so. "I put it in a box, of course" and mumbled loud enough for Yeonjun to hear.

The boy frowned as if she said the most horrible thing in the world. How could she put it in a box? Does that mean their relationship meant nothing to her?

"I can see the gears turning inside your head." Y/N said from behind, which scared him a little. Did you have a sixth sense or something? "Don't think too much about it… or do, it's up to you since I don't have a say in any of our conversations anyways."

Now, that definitely bruised his ego. Why were you being so passive aggressive all of sudden?

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting by the couch once again.

Is he playing dumb? Or is he just trying to get under my skin?

Y/N bitterly chuckled. You surely could've ignored him when he knocked on your fucking door a few minutes ago, but you didn't and now you had to deal with his stupid behavior.

No, wait. Why were you complaining, though? You were the one who agreed to play his little games, right? Little games? Is that what this is?

"Hey, Y/N, look at me, will you?" Ah, it took him long enough. He used that sweet tone; he always did. Maybe that's his curse, being awfully sweet yet such a jerk sometimes. "What's wrong? Now I'm the one who's able to see the gears in your head." He chuckled and grabbed her hands, gesturing for Y/N to sit beside him.

His touch sent shivers down her spine, but it’s not like she would admit it. And Yeonjun must’ve noticed that, because he took this opportunity to bring Y/N closer to his body with a hug.

That touch was supposed to be an act of comfort, but it only made her feel more anxious than when she saw his face earlier that night. However, it was impossible to ignore his scent; y/n’s senses were drowning with every touch and breath lingering on her skin. Yeonjun was sneaky, he moved his hand off her arms and stroked her back, and, maybe, just maybe, y/n’s heart started to beat a little bit faster and louder.

Perhaps that’s your curse. Yeonjun always found a way to drive you insane, and you always tried to push his buttons. But by the end of the day, you two would always get back together. Saying that it would be the last time you’d hurt each other was pointless, because it was not the truth.

Despite everything, y/n wanted to be mad, sad and let everything out. But she couldn’t, her mind was a complete mess with every brush of his fingers on her skin.

“Hey, you seem off.” Yeonjun brought her face closer to his by holding her chin.

“Am I now?” Y/N flinched at his touch, face burning with the proximity. Your body betraying your emotions made him smirk.

Yeonjun’s breath was against her neck, with lips slightly brushing over her ear.

“Yes, you are.” He whispered. “Kitten, talk to me. Why are your walls suddenly up, hm?” And planted a kiss by her pulse point.

This situation was uncomfortable, to say the least. But it’s not like you wanted him to stop.

Really? He should stop. You had to stop it.

“I hate you…” y/n’s breath hitched. She pushed him away, but that was not enough. He frowned and tried to get closer to you at all costs. “I hate you for lying to me. And…and for running away when you sensed something was wrong. You always do that and then come back here to say it’s the last time, but let’s be honest, we both know it’s not the last time and…”

Yeonjun kept quiet the whole time. He knew you were right, it was a very good point, but he wouldn’t admit it. As always, he tried to stand up for himself.

“Come on, Y/N, that’s not true. We both know that.” his thumb grazed the line of her upper lip and her whole body tingled at the touch.

You were better than that, of course. Your hands wrapping around his wrists to push him away were enough of a sign to startle him.

“You’re making me look like some fucking crazy ex-boyfriend.” His words were sharp; sharp enough to make Y/N chuckle and cry at the same time.

Maybe that's what he is. Ex-boyfriend. The words matched his actions, but why hearing or even saying it out loud left a bitter taste in your mouth?

“Maybe that’s what you are.” hurt was evident in her voice. “You run away, fuck some other girl and then come back to me expecting everything will be alright? I’m tired, Yeonjun. And I’d appreciate it if you could just…leave me alone.”

He went silent. The room grew silent once again, and the only sound that dared break the silence was the soft thuds of his heart. His breath hitched, but he put on an act with a scoff, trying his best to look unfazed.

What else was he expecting? She was right, he messed up one too many times. Even when they did reconcile, it never lasted long.

After a few minutes of thinking, and an endless amount of silence, he looked at her with a sly smile curling his lips.

“Kitten, has anyone made you feel as good as I do? I don’t think so…” his lips widened even more with every second.

And, maybe, just maybe, he was right, and thinking about it left a bitter taste on your mouth. No one has ever made you feel like he did; does. Did it really matter if he shattered your heart? By the end of the day he would be just Yeonjun, the loving, caring and stupid boy you met through your friends.

Yeonjun could read you like a book, but you never really tried to hide your feelings or reactions either. Just the subtle brush of his fingertips on your arm was enough to get him under your skin again.

It’s all too overwhelming.

“You like this, don’t you?” He whispered. “It’s a cat and mouse game. Excited much?” Yeonjun added.

Oh, yes. This was nothing but a game.

Right before his eyes y/n was clearly aching. But you didn’t have anywhere to hide, did you? You opened the door and let him in.

It’s just you and me now, she thought.

“Who wins in the end?” Y/n looked at him with a bored expression, but in reality everything about her was fragile now.

Despite that, Yeonjun kept a smug look on his face, bringing her close to him. It was obvious what he was thinking.

“I’m not quite sure. Wanna find out?” He licked his lips and kissed her cheek.

His breath was hot on your collar, making you loudly swallow. He moved his mouth from your face to your ear, then jawline and lastly the neck, making you whole body shiver with the contact, a human contact you missed for weeks.

“Why do you treat me like this?” She mumbled, too dizzy with his touches.

“Now, that’s not what I asked, love. Do you want to find out how this game ends?”

A tear dared to almost run down your face. You wouldn’t let Yeonjun do that to you, though.

“M-mouse…” Y/N whispered. “Mouse wins.”

Yeonjun seemed amused by your response, which made his grin widen; you couldn’t properly speak without wanting to break right in front of him.

He pulled away from you, going back on his feet.

Is he going away again? You thought right before he offered his hands for you to take. And so you did, just like you did a few months ago.

Surprisingly, the palm of his hands were really warm and welcoming. Who would’ve thought, right?

“You’re so pretty, princess…” Yeonjun smoothed your hair and dragged his thumb across your lips.

Pretty? It’s more like ‘weak’.

He was asking for something, that was a fact even if unspoken. You couldn’t blame him, could you? He was just this good at turning the tables, so good to the point he would make you feel weak and break for him.

“You’re not supposed to be here…” That was everything y/n was able to reply. She was confused, frustrated. Why was he doing all of this? To torture you?

But it felt good, though; having him there in the middle of the living room under the dim lights of the apartment. You didn’t want to be alone, it was not a good option.

However, it was impossible to ignore the tension growing in the air.

Before she could think some more, Yeonjun stumbled with her into the kitchen, being quick to press a soft kiss on her lips and placing her on top of the counter.

It was a short touch of lips, but enough to make y/n sparkle inside and also shake with anxiety. He did know how to be convincing.

“This is the last time I tell you’ve got it wrong…the last time I’ll run away.” He mumbled, chin resting on her shoulder while she caressed his covered back.

“Only if you promise me your heart won’t ever stop beating for me.”

He nodded, a silent agreement.

Was it really?

“I promise.” Yeonjun smirked, holding y/n on his arms and dragging her down the hallway straight to her room.

Heh happy Valentine’s Day y’all

#txt x reader #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #txt imagines #txt x y/n #txt scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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linkito · 4 months

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HI HELLO HI. dumping these here :3

🎨🌓🌿

THIS IS SO LATE LOL BUT—

🎨 favorite piece of fanart? link it!

Oh god. Oh geez. That’s so hard to judge. I’ll just judge it based on what’s saved on my phone.

Obviously I adore applestruda’s art, it’s always so stunning. This particular piece of Scar from sl has been my phone background since the finale. I absolutely love it.

Next is this piece by skimmeh of stareater au Scar and Grian who I ADORE. I love their Grian he is so creature and pesky. And this specific piece is just so cute. I love the hug under the jacket specifically, the clinginess of it. (it reminds me of how I hug my own bf lol)

And then this particular frame from doody and maruu’s ddvau — I am such a sucker for civilian Grian in this comic. Something about him having a regular, adorable, mundane crush on his coworker Scar amidst a literal superhero chaos au is just… so precious to me?? and this frame of him dreaming of being happy and in love is so— aughhhhh. I use this as my pfp in a few places. I love it.

and then of course general love to some of my other favorite artists like ange whose art always emotionally destroys me and looks so dang soft, plume whose art I just recently found and im obsessed with their expressions, and nox and jas for always spoiling us with desert duo every day and undoubtedly more artists too agdjdhdjfk

🌓 opinions on the watcher lore?

oh I love watcher lore. I specifically love when it’s not overt, when it’s sprinkled in and subtle. but I also love the overt stuff don’t get me wrong.

for personal headcanons, I usually imagine Grian as an escaped watcher-in-training with all of the evo members carrying their own sort of trauma related to watchers. BIG fan of everything Martyn does in the life series too. I literally cheer when the dramatic voice starts playing hehe

🌿 any favorite interpretations?

hmmm this is vague so I’m not sure exactly what it was meant to ask but…

One of my favorite things is the way time is interpreted in @lovesick-x-prince’s Nobody Feels Like You?? if that makes sense??

the fic takes place in third life and I believe it’s written like the events took place over the course of about a year? and the space between places is vast, takes several days to travel across the whole server. and minecraft mechanics are seamlessly worked in, with things like insta-breeding animals and inventory management being minecraft-adjacent but not strange at all. it’s a game but it’s also very realistic and brutal and intense and I seriously love it.

but it’s something about the time specifically, about it being so long, like a lifetime away from home (although they don’t remember home in this fic). I really like that.

And then on a completely unrelated note, I just generally love the headcanon of Grian, Pearl, and Jimmy being siblings. Not even necessarily blood-related, but found family, found flock. It fits them all really well.

ahem OK WOW THAT WAS LONG SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY LOL

#mcyt #linkito answers #hdldhdksndd #sorry it took so long shhhhhh #and I only tagged one person bc I thought the rest might be annoying lol #but I need to be sure my fanfic gushing is tagged #read nobody feels like you seriously #hermitshipping mention

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alevicke · 6 months

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Hi! I hope your morning/day/evening is going good! Can I please request a Gangle X Female!Reader with the two having their “first time” after confessing their feelings for one another? Basically Reader is G’s best friend and after another tragic Comedy Mask breaking episode(with Reader fixing the mask for the billionth time), G finally tells the Reader her true feelings(which in turn leads to their first kiss and, ahem, some spicy scenes).

I honestly headcanon that while Gangle doesn’t have a regular human body, she can still experience orgasms and the like(I’m sorry if I’m rambling. I’m tired lmao)

Also yes the reader is 18+. Gotta keep everything fun yet safe!

Hi! Sorry it took me so long. I'm not gonna lie, this was so hard to write for me and it's far from perfect or even good ;^; but I did my best 🫡 it was also my very first time writing NSFW... So don't be too hard on me please 🫠 still hope you enjoy it and like it! Also sorry if it's too long 🙏

Gangle x f!reader - Confession and first time 💖

Tw: use of her ribbons as hands, reader is female with vag, rubbing clit with ribbons, insertion of these. Gangle can orgasm, don't ask how that works I'm unsure myself even after writing it

🔞NSFW minors DNI! 🔞

As you gave the final touches, Gangle approached your side, seeing how you meticulously fixed her mask, once again, for the third time that week. It was only Thursday. But that was usual, and Jax was being kinda annoying again against Gangle so it was expected for her mask to break even more often during that week. You already tried to defend her against Jax and most of the times you could, but sometimes her comedy mask would just break for the bare minimum. It was a really weak mask in your opinion. But it made Gangle happy and at the end of the day that was the only thing that mattered for you.

- Here you go! - You said as you handed Gangle the fixed mask.

Thanks to everything being digital, the fixes weren’t even noticeable.

Gangle picked the mask with the end of her laces, as she used them as hands, and extended them while looking at the mask smiling, tears still in her eyes though.

- Thank you so much! I love it! As always you do such a great job… I really wish I had something special or good to give you for all your work… You’re always by my side no matter what.

Gangle tried to smile, although you could feel some sadness in those words. You gently smiled and approached her side, softly caressing the side of her mask, her cheek. As time passed, it was usual for you both to be so close to each other sometimes, but it was just seen as “gals being pals”, described by Caine.

- Gangle it’s alright, for me what matters is to see you smile, really. I’m happy the mask is fixable so it’s no biggie. Besides, whenever I need a favor, you’re always there, and if I need someone to talk to, you’re there as well. You do so much for me I don’t know what I could do without you! I- I think I would kind of go insane- you quickly chuckle, trying to take some importance off of your own words. You didn’t mean to seem so serious about being around Gangle.

- Well… I like being by your side - Gangle smiled, a more simple but soft smile - I would feel pretty lost without you too if I’m honest… I- I’m pretty sure I would be completely alone and-

Gangle seemed to bite her tongue off to cut herself mid sentence, which raised some preoccupations on you. Gangle saw your eyes locked on her so she knew she had to continue, but perhaps it was the right time. You probably didn’t tell anyone something so serious or close as going crazy without them, right? She hoped it meant something more…

- I… I just… - Gangle kept struggling with her words, fidgeting with her laces together until you softly grabbed one, looking directly at her eyes. She took a deep breath and continued - I think I like you… Well not, not think? I know? I know! And- I didn’t know how to tell you or even if it was appropriate! But- If there is a chance I’d like to know… Living in the darkness, in the uncertainty is pretty sanity consuming as well. And we cannot really afford that luxury here.. And I don’t know if you would accept me but I want to hear from you…

You could feel all feelings bottling and pushing all at the same time through the door of your mind. Not a single one being coherent, just a bunch of screams trying to process the information. Gangle trusted you a lot to be open about her feelings in general, but never even gave a hint about having romantic feelings for you. But god were you glad! You weren’t the only one there who wanted you two to be more than gal pals!

With her lace-hand still in yours, you softly caressed it with your thumb, trying not to sound too nervous despite the chaos murmuring in your mind.

- I’m honestly so happy you’re starting this conversation… I- I have been thinking about feelings for you for quite some time as well but I never dared to say anything. I mean- We spend a lot of time together? But I never got any hint that you wanted a relationship with me and I never knew if you would be ok with this, if you would love me, if you would even find me attractive, if you would feel comfortable for a relationship, if you- As Gangle noticed you got yourself into an endless loop of doubts, she built up the courage to finish all your fears and leaned in against you, softly pressing her mouth in her mask against your lips.

The feeling was… Unusual for you, Strange. There were no lips to connect yours to. But your cheeks still heated up. It was more than the sensation, it was everything in between. Gangle decided to jump out of her comfort zone to kiss you and prove to you that she loves you!

You kissed her back, the best you could. It was obvious none of you really knew how to handle the situation nor how you would do it but you both wanted that kiss more than air. Gangle was so relieved that you didn’t push her away and you felt the same.

The longer the kiss lasted, the more comfortable you both felt in it. You softly moved your fingers tracing caresses along the ribbons of her body, sometimes gently tangling in them. That seemed to cause Gangle to blush harder and make some soft pants escape.Every breath of pleasure she gave was music to your ears and no matter how lost you both felt, it also felt like the right thing. For once it felt like you were doing and going the right direction, together.

You pulled Gangle on top of you as you laid in bed, a soft squeak coming from her due to the surprise but not a negative one. She almost tried to avoid eye contact since she was so nervous but she still smiled and leaned closer to you in another kiss, this time with better experience, longer, sweeter, warmer somehow…

Your fingers kept trailing caress around her ribbons as they started to tangle against your arms and legs as Gangle kept herself closer to you, part of her shyness fading in the kisses. You could feel the ribbons tease and get tighter against your thighs, slowly getting closer to your heating core. Now clothes were nothing but annoying. But to be fair, Gangle seemed to think the same as her laces struggled against your clothes. They were touching softly on top of them, tempted to take them off but not without your permission.

You saw this question in her eyes and you nodded. Her laces tried to free you from your clothes but to be honest, without fingers it was quite a hard task so you helped her, slowly disposing of every fabric that was left between Gangle and you.

Gangle gently leaned back to admire your naked body. It didn’t matter it was a persona in a digital world, she loved you, every part of you including your new body in the digital world. If you accepted her despite her body being just a few shiny fabrics she would love you no matter how you were.

- Y-You look so pretty… This still feels like a dream… - Gangle muttered under her increasing heavy breath.

- It’s all real, I promise, it’s our reality -you smile as you pull Gangle back into a kiss.

Her laces tight against your body, once again, her one used as hand reaching for your inner thigh caressing until getting to your clit already needy for some attention. It did help how wet your folds already were for the lace to softly rub, making you give a soft squeak and whimper that felt like sugar for Gangle.

Her ribbon kept caressing and even gently stroking the clit until it moved down against your inner folds. For a second she seemed to doubt, worried about being able to give you enough pressure, but feeling your heavy breath in desire for more sure was a good inspiration to continue.

While sure, her ribbon wasn't as thick as a tentacle it was strong enough for her to insert and look out for your sweet spot, that one that made you arch your back, moaning in pleasure as she wrapped herself around your naked figure. A smooth whimper made the way to your ears as she seemed to find the delight in your body and movements against her.

The pace started slow, making sure you were comfortable all along and enjoying yourself with her, but eventually the kisses became way more heated as she pumped in and out of your core against your pleasing point. Her other lace reaching back to your clit, delicately stroking it and rubbing it again to add more to the already almost overwhelming pleasure.

Both your moans and fast, heavy pants loathed the room in a steamy hot invisible cloud, wrapping and capturing you both in your own world of sensations and new feelings discovered. It only took for a bit for you both to fill the room louder as the satisfaction grew.

Your voice slammed between those walls as Gangle gave a few final thrusts and you felt the sweet relief of the climax around her ribbon.

Gangle, however, followed just in a matter of seconds, whimpering loudly as her laces grew stronger and then trembled her tightness around your body. It could be confusing, but it was obvious she reached her orgasm by your side, her body around yours rubbing and feeling your skin.

In a few minutes, all that could be heard was the lowering breaths that were slowly recovering. Gangle looked at you, a smile in her mask with tiny tears on her eyes, at least, from pleasure and happiness…

You softly caressed her mask while she cuddled against you and whispered.

- I love you…

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Hey hope your having a great day!

I was wondering if I could request a story with Shane x Male reader? maybe just them slowly falling in love over time.

Thank You

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Hey, Anon!

Thank you so so much for the request, I enjoyed writing it a lot!

It turned out a bit long...so what I'm going to do is post it in 2 sections: parts 1, 2 & 3 and parts 4, 5 & 6. This is section 1. I'll link section 2 at the end :) [or you can just find it after this post].

Sorry for the complications! But I really hope you enjoy (and anyone else reading too!)

For my AO3 pals: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50214880

To fall for someone. - Shane x M! Reader

Summary: On a dreary repeated day, Shane finds something that can finally make him feel free; or rather, someone.

Note: R/N means Reader's Name.

TW: Deep topics & alcohol usage, mild profanity

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Shane’s perspective throughout.

Part 1: A repetitive day meets a new end.

Stacking shelves at Joja Mart. As usual.

Watching the clock over my shoulder, ticking for worthless time. As usual.

The sky through the back windows, gloomy and grey, as are my own dull eyes; I watch the clouds swirl, threatening thunder.

I sigh.

A walk home in the rain; a way to dampen the already shitty mood.

One more minute until I finish my day - the day I have been living for an entire year.

It’s always the same; the shelves, the clock, the darkness. Everythings the same, and nothing has changed…I can’t stand it.

What’s the point?

The clock ticks 5:00 and I'm off. My bag, light due to being filled with nothing but empty beer cans, slumps over my shoulder as the automatic doors open reluctantly.

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Life is getting tedious. What’s the point?

If I have to wake up everyday and do the exact same shitty thing, every. single. day. Then why am I even here? I’m not helping anyone and I’m just a burden.

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I feel heavy. My bag is light but I feel heavy. Everything hurts.

I stumbled out of the saloon at exactly 11:00 PM.

11:00PM.

The same as usual.

Everything hurts and is heavy. As usual.

Looking up at the sky, I watch a solitary bird amongst the midnight black and I can’t help but wonder if that bird has a purpose too.

I can’t help but wonder if anything has a purpose.

And that’s when I see him.

Watching the same bird. The same sky. But smiling. I’ve forgotten how to smile, how does it feel?

I’ve never seen this guy before. Somehow…it feels refreshingly new.

Promising.

But why?

What’s the point?

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Part 2: Like a moth to a flame.

He sees me. And I feel warmth.

I don’t know how it's possible; I'm in my usual shabby, thin and lint ridden clothes, shivering, watching the sky, in cold, cold rain yet somehow…I feel warmth.

I shouldn’t want to find out, there’s no point. But somehow, a part of me wants to know more about this stranger, and the fire they started in my heart, whatever my heart is for.

Whatever my heart is for, it longs for them and I can’t deny it. I’m alone in the rain with my consciousness, but then they are here, with me, and my emptiness, even my hidden sadness, and I can’t help feeling like I want to know more. To feel more. More warmth.

“Ahem. You’ve been staring for quite a while.”

I ruin everything. Of course he’s going to run away and maybe it's for the best.

“At the sky, I mean. But, I guess you've been kinda spacey around my face region.”

This man. He laughs and a blazen passion is sought in my heart.

“Oh…uh…yeah.”

As my only comfort, I bring my hands to my pockets, hands quivering as frostbite makes its way up my fingertips to my palm.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

I can’t respond… It’s meant to be funny, and I'm meant to laugh, but I haven’t laughed in ages…whatever ‘ages’ is, anymore.

“Not into sarcastic jokes? Huh…kay’. Got it…how about…dad jokes? You seem like you like them.”

My only response is a grunt as I turn my back to him.

He’s trying to cheer me up - he’s too sweet for me. Hurting someone sweet would only make things bitter and worse. For the both of us.

I distinguish the flame in my cradling mind and heart, and go home.

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Part 3: Why does the sun come out every morning, and the moon to shine at night?

Waking up is difficult, but not impossible. I’ve done it for years.

I need to work. It’s the only way I’m useful.

What’s the point?

I don’t know, but today is no different. I put on the same clothes and head to work.

Well, I tried.

There he was. Outside the house, sleeping on the grass.

“What on earth are you doing?”

I watch as he wakes violently, confused and drowsy.

“Huh? Oh…huh?”

“…” It doesn’t matter what I say or do. However, somehow, I care for him alot more than I have ever done for someone, especially myself. “Were you drunk last night?”

“Probably. And you, Mr. Handsome Hangover?”

I don’t need to hear more. I shouldn't put more effort into my curious care. Plus, I'm going to be late.

I turn my back once again and walk down the path. I can’t allow myself to think such things.

To my half-annoyance, I hear the sound of footsteps.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“To work. Now go away.”

“What if I said no?”

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There he is. In front of all of the staff, including me of course, introducing himself.

Why.

“Hello! Nice to meet you, and pleasure to be working with you.”

The staff here aren’t the nicest of people so they disregard his warm welcome and immediately shuffle off to work. I don’t blame them. I know what its like working in a corporate shithole for years.

We’re here for work, not for pleasantries.

I’m just about to join them, when he approaches me.

“Sup. That was a surprise, wasn't it!” he holds his hand out to shake, “well, as you know, I’m (R/N)”

“I don’t care, go away.”

I do care. I really do. I just can’t be bothered for a relationship of any sorts. Its enough having to maintain one with Jas and Marnie. I just…can’t.

They are already concerned and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone else.

“Oh, yes you do! You stared at me for a good five minutes before you ran off.”

“Stop.”

I begin to distract myself with the shelves I am so familiar with. I can hear the silence and vacancy of this new…bothersome man.

Looking over my shoulder, I notice he’s hard at work. Huh. Quite surprising. Not completely. People like him are very strong. Mentally, that is. They can put their mind to anything and get it done just fine. I guess one of the things he put his mind to was socialising with me, nobody. I wonder why.

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“Huh? Oh, cause’ you seemed lonely.”

What’s a better place than the saloon to coincidentally meet someone you’ve been trying to avoid and ignore all day in order to save both of your sanities all at once.

And an even better place to make a fool of yourself by asking why he approached you the other night, especially when a little tipsy.

Lonely? Do I really look lonely? I never knew it was that…obvious.

“Oh.”

“And may I ask, why did you walk off that night?”

He says, leaning in, like the devil's temptation, a shot glass dangling seductivley at the tips of his fingers.

“Because.”

“Because?~”

“Because. Now let me be alone.”

“All right.”

Thank god.

“But just one thing.”

Ugh.

“What’s your name?”

I lost my nametag for work a while ago.

“Shane.”

“Nice to meet you, Shane.”

Why must it be that the warmth seeks my lonely heart instead of those who deserve it?

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Another lonely night in my cold bed. I can hear the wind howl, smell my unwashed odoresome sheets, taste the pungent biting liquor from tonight’s round and see nothing but the moonlight filtering through my tattered blinds.

I can feel the tears on my cheeks but It doesn't feel like I'm crying.

I’ve forgotten what crying is, because I've done it so often. I’ve also forgotten the feeling of stopping.

One of my only escapes is the drinks.

I need another one, soon, before it becomes more than just a distraction.

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SECTION 2: PARTS 4, 5 & 6

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