#i bonk reader with a stick

[pfhwrittes]

there's magic in this misery - part one

part two >

link to ao3 here

here have some angst featuring johhny mac and ftm!reader.

TW: depictions of depression, angst, hurt no comfort, reader being a bit of a prick to johnny. ftm!reader is called handsome and bonnie lad.

pairing: john mactavish x ftm!reader (he/him pronouns used for reader)

725 words; not edited so please excuse the grammar and any typos.

AN: the depictions of depression detailed are based off my own experiences with it. it sucks and i'm offering you a head nod/handshake/hug in solidarity if you can relate or have to deal with your own brain being a dick to you. keep going, it might not get better but at least you'll prove to your brain that you won't be beaten by something that named itself.

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the clock on your phone says it's 2.18pm when you hear the front door to your flat judder open, hinges sticking as always, and swiftly thud shut.

"shit! hang on LT, i'll give you a call back when i've spoken to him." johnny's voice seems especially loud in the stillness that shrouds your flat, the first burst of real life behind the flimsy door of your bedroom in a week.

you hope johnny doesn't come into your room. a flicker of warped pride doesn't want him to see the mess you've got yourself into this time. it doesn't want him to see your bare duvet and crumpled sheets abandoned on the floor at the end of the bed, proof of where you gave up putting them on because it was too much effort. it doesn't want johnny to see the stack of half drunk coke cans perched precariously on the set of drawers at your bedside, or the empty multipack of crisps and corresponding twenty-four foil packets scattered around your prone body. it doesn't want johnny to see that you've pulled the hood of a shapeless grey hoodie over your head so he can't see how greasy and unkempt your hair is after failing to shower for days on end. the flicker of pride sputters out as it’s blanketed by another wave of soul deep weariness and you curl tighter in on yourself on your side, legs tangling with the thin blanket you're using to cover yourself. 

“bonnie lad, can i come in?” johnny’s voice has gone soft now that he’s not talking to simon on the phone, like he’s addressing an invalid or a child a nasty part of your mind pipes up unbidden. you grunt, neither an affirmative nor a denial, and you hear the door creak open behind you. 

“oh handsome, you’ve got yersel’ intae a right state here, haven’t ye?” he’s still using that soft voice. the one that grates on your nerves and sends a ripple of muted irritation up your spine. your shoulders stiffen unconsciously as you fight the urge to roll over to glare at him, the interloper in your dingy room and darker thoughts. 

“fuck off, johnny.” your voice is hoarse and raspy like you’ve been screaming for hours at a time instead of silent for days. “go away.” 

the mattress creaks and dips under added weight, a crisp packet crinkles. 

“i didnae know ye liked cheese and onion flavour.” johnny’s voice has gone artificially light and cheerful trying to eke out some kind of response. you shrug. you don’t particularly but they were the last ones in the multipack and you couldn’t be bothered to go into the kitchen to look for something else to eat. 

a pause. you hear johnny stifle a sigh in his chest. 

“the lads were wondering where you are, wantin’ to know if they should get you a pint.” you feel johnny lay a palm on your arm gently and your stomach roils, churning up the dark miasma inside you “or maybe a plate of chips? somethin’ to eat?” 

“i’m fine.” you’re not. you know he can tell that you’re not fine either but your damned pride refuses to let you say anything other than you are. “say hello to the boys for me.” 

johnny takes a breath and offers a tentative “maybe you could tell ‘em yerself?” into the space between you. you shrug again in response.

“i’m fine.” you repeat. if you say it enough it becomes true eventually. 

“if you’re sure, bonnie lad.” johnny sounds disappointed, probably in you the voice tacks on. 

“just go, johnny.” your voice cracks somewhere in the middle of the three words you use to send him away and you roll your shoulder to prompt him to remove his hand from your arm. the weight of it is smothering you. another burden. 

the mattress dips again. 

“i’ll -” johnny pauses to clear his throat as he retreats to the doorway “i’ll be back later, yeah?” 

“sure.” 

“i love you.” 

you say nothing and turn your face into your pillow.

the door to the flat judders again and you catch part of a conversation as he moves back into the world of the living.

“yeah, no. he’s no’ comin’ -” the door shuts with another soft thud. 

you check your phone again. it’s 2.32pm.

#john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x ftm!reader #ftm!reader #binders and boyfriends #tw depression #tw depictions of depression #i wrote this listening to 'my mistake' by gabrielle aplin on loop for added angst #i got bonked by the sad stick but i promise i'm doing okay after writing this #jm

[sungbeam]

𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬

jeong yunho x gn!reader

1.1k words, friends 2 friends who cuddle ?, one bed trope, fluff, humor, like two swear words cuz who am i without cursing, snuggling, consequences of yunho being Tall (implied that reader is shorter than yunho)

a/n: im sorry that this kinda sucks ass but yeah,, one bed trope :')

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, I'm going to hate this,” Jeong Yunho swore as his head poked up into the attic space, eyes wide in horror.

When the inn owners said that the attic was hardly an attic, they unfortunately were not exaggerating. It was close to a crawl space, with just enough room for you to stand up straight, and outfitted with an extra long twin bed, nightstand and lamp, a pillow, and two large sherpa wool blankets. The bed was fitted beneath the slope of the roof because the entire space wasn't even large enough to put the bed in the middle.

You were starting to sweat, and considering there wasn't even heating up here, you raced to calm your nerves. “It'll be fine,” you said with a small, anxious laugh.

Yunho moved his terrified eyes up to you. “Respectfully? I'm gonna go sleep in the storm.”

When he moved to descend the ladder, you slid on your knees to grab hold of his wrist. “Come on, big guy. It's one night.”

“Yn, what if I said I was claustrophobic, huh?” He whined, but reluctantly followed you all the way up the ladder and into the attic. He straightened—big mistake. You heard the loud thump as his head met the roof, and grimaced. “Oooow!”

You hissed and reached over to gently rub the place that began to smart when he leaned down. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he whimpered. “Can I sleep in the lobby?”

Around ten minutes later, after many trials and tribulations and head bonks, you and Yunho somehow transferred your duffle bags up the ladder and into your glorified crawl space. They took up the space just beside the ladder and at the foot of the bed, and as you stared at said twin bed, you wondered if Yunho's legs would even fit on it.

Most likely not.

In fact, you were certain that two people couldn't even fit on the bed unless they were either on top of each other or packed together like sardines.

You reminded yourself that it was only going to be one night. This was what the two of you got for leaving five hours after everyone else, just to get caught in tonight's awful storm and stuck with the only “room” available for miles. In retrospect, it was your fault. Yunho had been generous enough in offering to stay behind with you until you finished your last exam.

“You can have the bed,” you told him as you were both crouched by your bags to grab clothes to sleep in. Despite your realization about your counterpart's long limbs and the bed's shortcomings, you wanted to extend an offer of chivalry.

Yunho twisted around and sent you an incredulous look. “What?”

“You drove us up here,” you replied with a shrug. You swiftly draped your sleep clothes over one arm and gathered your bag of toiletries in the other. “And you waited for me to finish my exam and you're kinda being dealt the short end of the stick with this room.”

He sat down on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, and though his face was still pulled into the same expression, he laughed. “Yn, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're gonna fit better on that bed than I will.”

You pursed your lips, gazing over at the narrow slot on the floor between the other sloping roof and the bed. That was the only other place someone could sleep in this room. “I don't want you to sleep on the floor though.”

“I know I was complaining, but don't worry about it,” he reassured as he turned back to dig through his duffle. He flicked his wrist blindly in your direction. “You can wash up first; I'll set everything up.”

Since he left little to no room for argument, you resolved to do as he suggested. There was a community washroom on the floor below that you made your way toward. As unfortunate as your accommodation was for the night, you were eager to head back up and go to sleep. Yours and Yunho's friends were all waiting at Seonghwa's cabin already, and perhaps it wasn't just exhaustion that made you antsy for this night to get a move on.

You and Yunho just needed to get through tonight. It would be fine.

When you returned to the attic crawl space, Yunho had everything set up as he said he would. He'd found an extra set of sheets from one of the downstairs closets and laid it on the ground by the bed, then rationed one of the blankets for himself and the other for you on the bed.

You let out a tired sigh and trudged over to the bed to grab the pillow from where it rested on the headboard. You set the pillow instead at the head of Yunho's sleeping situation, then balled up one of your jackets to use as your own pillow. Once satisfied, you climbed into bed, and you were out like a light.

Everything was hazy as you emerged from deep sleep to confused half-consciousness. The room was descended into darkness, the sounds of light rain drumming steadily against the sloped rooftop above your head. Your brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton—why had you suddenly woken up?

Then you heard it.

“Achoo.” Then another one. And another one.

Even half dead, your brain could put two and two together. You rolled over slightly to wave your arm over the side of the bed, hand flapping around until you bumped Yunho's shoulder. “Hey, Yunho.”

Another sneeze.

“Yun, get your butt up here.”

He grunted. “'m fine.”

“You're gonna get sick,” you grumbled with your face half squished against your jacket zipper. That was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. “Come up here, for fuck's sake.”

He made another noise, perhaps of acknowledgment, before you heard sounds of movement.

You kept your eyes half-lidded to keep as much light out as possible, and rolled over again. As he crawled onto his knees, and then his feet, you opened up your blanket to him so he could join you.

“Pillow,” he slurred—you whined when it hit you in the face. “Sorry.”

In a drowsy drugged tango, you swapped your jacket out for the pillow and Yunho wormed his way onto the bed beneath your blanket. You scooted as close to the wall as you could, but even then, Yunho was pressed flush against you. His arms came around your waist, his nose wedging itself between your neck and shoulder until he was comfortable.

“Your feet are cold,” you muttered. “Get them under the blanket.”

“Too tall.”

“Show off.”

He huffed out a puff of air against your neck like a laugh, then tucked his knees up slightly to fit under the blanket. Your legs were now tangled among his, your bodies curled tightly together. In the morning, you would rationalize it out as creating body heat to prevent either of you from getting sick.

When movement stopped, you voiced into the darkness, “Better?”

A content sigh. “Better.”

Maybe this accommodation wasn't so bad after all.

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello!! I just loooooove how you write Alastor, this unhinged bastard 😂 anyway can I request Alastor with a lesbian, chaotic reader, who's always drooling over women (especially Alastor's friends)(read: Rosie). Toooootally not self-indulgent. Obv platonic pls!! Thank you in advance 🙇

- 🥀

Omg I love this SO MUCH

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: TERRIBLE TREATMENT OF READER, reader being funny af, idk who is more unhinged, slight Mimzy X Reader, slight Rosie X Reader

Description: ☝️⬆️

First of all, he's gonna be your wingman NOT because he wants to help but because it's funny when you fail

Encourages your chaotic nature and uses it to his advantage, will not let you be caged

Someone beneath him wants to pick a fight with him??? Oh he'll give them a fight

*sets down an oversized pet carrier*

*feral animal sounds and vicious shaking*

Alastor opens the door and lets you wreak havoc on them, it's just too hilarious

All metaphorically of course

😳

They get you a toddler leash because you're always scampering off straight into trouble???

Alastor cuts it the first day Vaggie takes you out

*massive destructive explosive sounds in the distance*

"What the FUCK, ALASTOR!?"

Alastor: 😏

You're his favorite feral little ball of chaos

BACK TO BEING YOUR WINGMAN

It's amusing how quickly you change gears when it comes other women and how they enthrall you

He often gives you a handkerchief to clean up your drool, pushes your mouth shut when it's hanging open and grabs the back of your clothes to keep you upright

He does look out for you though

If Mimzy is currently in your sights then he won't let her take advantage of your attraction towards her

That greedy little thing will take you for every dime all while she flirts and toys with you

If you're feasting your eyes any of the overlords(*cough*Carmilla-*cough*Missi-*cough*Velvet-*cough*) then he'll straight up tell you no

Not him bonking your head sweetly with his staff before pushing you out of harm's way

Rosie is an exception tho

He knows she can fend you off herself if she really wants to but also that she won't really do any harm to you

Not that you're not very charming

Rosie just thinks you're adorable!! All the eager attention you're giving her! She could just eat you up!

No seriously...she could...you would taste sweet

No you're sweet

You're making her blush

And you're making her hungry

"Okay, time to go!"

So Alastor sticks around and looks out for you in those moments but he also thinks it's hilarious when you shoot your shot

Feeds you terrible pick up lines and almost dies of laughter when you actually use them

"Hey! Tie your shoes!! I don't want you falling for anyone else~"

"She actually went with that one?!"

Will properly fix your hair or clothes up before you go out on a date, he can't have you looking shabby

If you ask him for advice then he actually has some really good ideas for romance

It's just difficult to get him to give you a honest answer because it's so funny when you fumble a bad bitch

Actually, he does try to set you up with women he thinks could be good for you

"Fascinating, but have you met my good pal Y/N yet? She is QUITE a character!"

Alastor is your partner in crime and you're wingman but he's pretty terrible at both

Gah!! I hope you liked this one!! I wanted to really get the little gremlin vibes!!

#alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

[signedkoko]

Hi!

Can I request a romantic oneshot for Vox with fem reader, where she helps him relax after a hard day, dealing with the other V's, or just company related stuff? This guy really needs a break 🥲

It could be just fluff or nsfw, it's up to you ;)

Also, I really love how you wrote the Valentino headcanons I requested! It seems so in character for him to feel like his masculinity is threatened by a female that's more powerful than him.

Have a nice day/night! <3

Letting Off Steam [NSFW]

In which long days call for even longer nights where he gets to indulge in the delicacy that is you. Reader is female.

Song - Lavender Kiss by The Licks

" Stupid fucking-fuck!"   

Automatic doors opened so fast they screeched along the floor, calling your attention to his tense figure. Every tap of his polished shoes got louder, both from his approach and his increased stomping. It could have been a new record with how fast he was pacing. 

While you wanted to give him your attention, you still had a pot on the stove. You were working on dinner, being sure to stir the noodles in the salted water so they wouldn't stick together. 

" You would not believe the gall that stupid mothball has hiding that shit from me! After everything I've done for him! " From your peripherals, you saw his claws glide down his screen in desperation, his red eyes disappearing as he shut off visuals. 

" Oh my, what has he done this time? " You hummed with a piqued interest, hoping it was something he could tell you about. Vox's line of work was always interesting. 

Vox only let out a gargled groan, pulling his bow loose so he could take off his constricting suit jacket. 

" I wouldn't want to worry you, as pissed off as I am. Just- someone I thought couldn't bother me anymore turned out to be alive and well! So alive that he's practically dancing on my enterprise as we speak. " 

He had rolled up his shirt sleeves so the white wouldn't be stained, looking to help. You placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from working on anything. 

" The pasta still needs to cook for a good while; be patient. " Even so, it was endearing knowing that, as worked up as he got, he would still find his way to your side to help. 

" Right. Honestly, I just need to distract myself right now. " Huffing, the video star pushed you back into the island, stealing a quick kiss, which consisted of him bonking his screen against you. 

You pressed a few gentle kisses along the edge of his screen; you'd gotten used to not wearing anything on your lips so you wouldn't stain him—as much as he claimed to love the kiss marks you left on his monitor.

With a few kisses and the joy of being so close, the two of you melted into one another, with the overlord giving a relaxed sigh. 

" You have no idea how much I've ached for you, dolly. " As the usual nicknames loosened out of his mouth, Vox couldn't help but let this guard down in your presence, and for a reason. You were the one thing that soothed him, and he was addicted to you, like a substance he couldn't shake from his habits. 

He wasn't sure if it was the frustration or just your sheer allure, but he couldn't stop himself from pressing on further. 

He crouched down, much to your audible confusion, only for him to hook his hands under your ass and lift you up onto the counter, where you were now eye-to-eye with him. 

The technological overlord found himself in a comfortable spot between your dangling legs, his body keeping them pushed apart. 

You could hear his fans whirring in him, knowing him well enough that he wasn't up to any good. Regardless, you missed him, and you were antsy to see where he'd take you. 

" I missed you. " 

His voice was a mutter as he distracted himself by running his cold hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion, albeit a little desperately. Vox was still deciding just how rough he wanted to be with you.

His signature grin snapped on when he made a decision, and before you could ask, he had one hand hooked under your knees as he pushed them up, forcing you onto your back. The cool marble of the counter made you shiver—almost cold enough to cancel out the warmth your stomach burst with. 

With him pushing your knees as close to your chest as was comfortable, he had a nice view of his dessert. 

" Sorry gorgeous, I just have this crazy craving right now. " Sarcasm dripped from his tone, his free hand messily pulling your pants up to your thighs so he could look at your pretty pussy, only covered by the cloth of your panties. 

All you could see was the cieling and your own legs, besides the top of his antenna, which poked from beyond them. Anytime you tried to squirm to get a better view, his hand would push back further, keeping you in place. 

" Don't get so nervous; I'll take good care of you, " It sounded as if he wanted to say more, but he got distracted with brushing his talons along your panties, tensing the fabric so he could see everything underneath. With every shudder you made, he'd thumb your clit in a small circle, only for the cycle to repeat. 

A low hum came from him, enjoying the way you'd squirm when he kept at it for too long. 

" Oh you poor thing, you deserve more, don't you? " 

The sound of his buckle falling loose was followed by the sound of a zipper, the overlord almost ripping the clothes as he hurried to help his poor, helpless girl. 

Your patience paid off, his warm cock coming to rest on your warmth, which he slowly thrust against your clit, rutting himself through your folds. Only then did he let go of your knees, which weakly fell to the counter, so he could get a good look at your face. 

He wanted to make sure he could get a nice 'before' picture so he could compare it to your fucked-silly after image. 

" Be loud for me, yeah?"

Author's Note - I have not written a oneshot in awhile, let alone NSFW, so I apologize if it's a little off! Hopefully I'll get more into the flow with time.

Word Count - 939

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader

[fuzybby]

May I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin with shy gn s/o?

The boys with a shy gn!Reader is here!

You know me, there's a few notes mentioning sex in each companion, but it is mostly fluff! So in that case, MDNI

Astarion:

Probably teases you about how shy you are constantly.

Seems like the kind of guy to tease you in public, pinching you when he comes up behind you to hear you gasp. Enjoying the way your face heats up, envious of the fact your skin can still get hot.

Would also probably be very sweet about you not speaking up, I can see him as the kind of guy to stand up for you, regardless if you're shy or not. Type of man to be like “they asked for no pickles>:(“

If you get anxious when you're loud or have horrible social anxiety, he'd lay back on the teasing in front of people. Teasing in private though? Still on the table. Would love to whisper in your ear and watch you stammer about, trying to find the right words to say.

If you're still at camp, he'd try to get you to make loud noises during sex in his tent. Wants everyone to know he can make you make those noises.

If you make yourself a home with him after the Elder Brain, he'd still love to make you squirm and scream.

Gale:

I LOVE HIM

sorry, that slipped out.

Would probably be so nice about you being shy, speaking up for you when you need it. Hand on your arm or lower back to comfort you when you're speaking.

If you stammer a lot, he would be the most intense listener. Sitting and waiting and enjoying the way you get flustered. Giving you an almost teasing smile that's more genuine than teasing, but he just loves you so so much.

He probably loves to shower you in gifts. Especially if you speak up for yourself in any situation. You managed to tell someone off for being an asshole to you? He is giving you the prettiest piece of jewellery. If you don't wear jewellery, he'll buy you clothes.

Tara also probably loves that you're shy, she can talk your ear off and you can just sit and listen to her rambles. Gale loves watching you two get so close.

Not as teasing during sex as Astarion. But he does love if you make noise. He praises you the entire time, telling you how wonderful you are.

If you're not open to making noise, even during sex, he is totally fine with that. He jokes that he moans enough for the both of you (which may or may not be true).

Wyll:

The most gentlemanly boyfriend in the entire world. Yeah I said it.

Probably wouldn't tease you at all. He'd love that you're so shy and quiet. I can see him as someone who enjoys comfortable silence with each other, so make sure to grab a book or a hobby you can do with him because those will be some of your dates.

All the time, will do those little dances with each other. He knows you're shy so he'll stick to doing it in private. But, you know from his kiss animation, he will twirl you around and watch you giggle from his ministrations.

If he has his horns, I can see him trying to purposely bonk you on the head with them to watch you giggle. This man will do anything to make you laugh. He loves watching you be happy.

Also a gentleman in bed. Does anything and everything to make you feel good first. Again, would love it if you made noise during bed.

But I don't think he's purposely trying to get you to make noise. If you just don't want to, he'll still make sure you enjoy yourself.

I can see him being a little insecure if you're not as loud, wanting to make sure you felt good the entire time. Just make sure you reassure him because he's a sensitive one.

Halsin:

Halsin, Halsin, Halsin, where do I even start.

He would be soooo teasing if you were shy, not as much as Astarion though. He can see him as a mix of both the vampire and the wizard, wanting to tease you but giving you comfort with a hand on your shoulder.

I can see him absentmindedly braiding your hair (if your hair is long enough), that's another one of his ways that he comforts you. Your hair will always be littered with braids. Small or big.

Like Wyll, he enjoys the comfortable silence between the two of you. He likes to sit outside in nature and listen to the sounds of the day. The animals making noise, the creaking of branches, the wind that whistles, he loves it all. And he'd love to enjoy it all with you.

He is always so big, he can't help but stick up for you when you need it. It's like, in his gigantic nature.

He is just so big, it's hard for him to be gentle during sex. I have a feeling you'll probably end up making some noise with him no matter what. Halsin lives to please you. You will be screaming (or at least, moaning much louder than you would normally) by the end of the night with him.

He's a big ol' teddy bear. Give this man hugs at every moment of the day. If you get overwhelmed with people, hug this man. Your worries will slip away instantly.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate wyll #baldurs gate halsin #halsin x reader #halsin x reader smut #astarion x reader #astarion x reader smut #gale x reader #gale x reader smut #wyll x reader #wyll x reader smut

[amphibiahawks321]

Anon request :

Dan Heng : Why do I have to be the one asking him! You're the one who's curious about it

March 7th : because I don't wanna be the one who feels guilty if he starts feeling down because someone asked him that question!

Dan Heng : Sighs fine fine...

March 7th : Ha!

Taps Y/N shoulder

M!Reader : Hm? Oh hey dan Heng Hey march

March 7th : Hey Y/N! Ummm.. Our friend dan Heng over here just wanted to ask you a question

M!Reader : Hm? Okay shoot

Dan Heng : darn you march So Y/N I gotta ask it's about your mask...

M!Reader : My mask? What about it?

Dan Heng : You see... Why exac-

March 7th : why exactly do you wear it!

M!Reader : .......

Dan Heng : .......

Dan Heng : i thought I was the one who was gonna ask him-

March 7th : I know! I know! But my curiosity got the better of me! Y/N if you don't wanna answer it it's completely fine! I was just curious!

M!Reader : Chuckles it's okay really i kinda expect one day one of you would ask me that question

[March 7th sighs of relief]

March 7th : Oh thank goodness I thought I had to feel the guilt....

Dan Heng : So why exactly do you wear the mask?

M!Reader : Nervous chuckles it's simple really I just... really think I'm unattractive

March 7th : .....

M!Reader : Ummmm March you good?

March 7th : I think my heart just got stabbed by a stick called guilt....

Stelle : WATCH OUT!

March 7th/Dan Heng/M!Reader : ???

[The three of them look up to see the trailblazer bat swinging in the sky about to hit Y/N in the head]

March 7th : Y/N WATCH OUT-

[The bat hit him in the head making his mask fall down]

[March 7th thought 💭]

......OPPORTUNITY

[March immediately grabs her camera and snaps a picture while Y/N eyes are still closed from the hit]

M!Reader : Ow!

[Immediately grabs his mask and puts it on]

Dan Heng : Stelle! What were you doing!

Stelle : i was fighting some monsters and while I was about to give it a big hit it moved to the side making my hand slip....

Stelle : ......

Stelle : Which makes the bat start swinging in the sky....

Stelle : Y/N are you okay!

M!Reader : don't worry I'm fine!

[20 minutes later, all of them inside the astral express]

Himeko : Stelle you gotta be more careful next time

Welt : it could've made him seriously injured

Himeko : Be careful next time okay?

Stelle : I know... So sorry Y/N

M!Reader : it's okay stelle

Stelle : I'm seriously sorry for the bonk on the head..

M!Reader : Chuckles it's okay really stelle

Stelle : I guess in another way I was hitting on you ✨￣v￣

Welt : .....

Himeko : .....

March 7th : .....

Dan Heng : .....

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Chuckles that was a good one

[Dan Heng & March & himeko & welt thought 💭]

There goes stelle again trying to flirt with Y/N with her cheesy pick up lines....

Pom Pom : Y/N! I NEED YOUR HELP FOR A MINUTE!

M!Reader : Hm? Okay!

[Y/N goes to Pom Pom]

[March checking if Y/N has gone far away]

March 7th : Guys! guys! Guess what!

Stelle : ???

Dan Heng : ???

Welt : ???

Himeko : ???

March 7th : I managed to take a picture of Y/N's face when his mask fell off the ground when he got his head bonked!

Dan Heng : Wait what!

Welt : Interesting we've never actually seen Y/N without his mask before

Stelle : I wanna look ✨0.0

Himeko : Hmmm I'm also curious now

March 7th : Let's check it out!

[Pulls out the photo]

March 7th : Oh... My... Gosh...

Dan Heng : Woah that's what Y/N looks like?

Himeko : Wonder why he wears a mask he looks good

Welt : yeah

March 7th : he looks like a prince straight out of a fairy tail book!

Stelle : .....

Stelle : His a hundred percent single right?

[All of them stare at Stelle]

[Himeko pats her back]

Himeko : go get him stelle

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[silentmoths]

Quick-Relief

slides in like I havent not written anything for *squints* several fucking months.

the 'morax horny stick' decided to bonk me out of the blue today and so this was born, its quick, its dirty, take it or leave it, heathens.

Morax x Adeptus! Reader (fem anatomy)

NSFW

Smut, Semi public, mentions of war, Morax is a lil on the rougher side, honestly this is just Porn without Plot.

How long had you been in the field now? Two months? Three? You’d honestly lost count. 

There was real keeping of time during the archon war, at least not for you; you were an adeptus, here to fight for your archon, Morax.

And yet, you can't help but miss the times… before.

When you would wander the halls of his domain, only for a strong, darkened arm to reach out from his study or his chambers, catching your waist, your sleeve, the sash of your hafu, and dragging you in. 

You were…unsure what you were exactly to Morax, a lover maybe? Or perhaps simple stress relief? You did not know, and you did not dare to ask. In the end you were one of his Adepti, and you would fight, serve or fall into his embrace, as he commanded.

Rain pelts against your skin as you slowly trudge up the mountain path towards the nearest encampment, carrying an injured comrade with you. Somewhere in the distance, you see Alatus flit past and you wonder just how he manages to maintain such energy, you don't think you’d seen the general stop for a breather the entire time, at least not until he was somewhat gravely injured…and even then he would only rest as little as he had to.

You pass your comrade off to a more capable healer than yourself before going off in search of food. A bath probably should have been first on the agenda but you just…didn’t have the energy in you for it yet, food first, then bath…and maybe if you were lucky, some sleep.

Yeah things don’t go the way you planned. When do they ever?

As you shovel away a quick meal of rice and vegetables, you cant help but feel eyes on you, but between being too tired to look around, and knowing everyone else sitting around you were just as busy shovelling food into your faces, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That same feeling lingers as you shamble towards a bathing spring, no time to soak, if you wanted a chance at getting some sleep before you were called to action again, you needed to scrub and go, which is exactly what you do. Violently scrubbed clean of dirt, debris and blood, as much as you want to remain, you force yourself from the warm waters, quickly drying off before making for a tent, you didn't care who was in there, you just wanted somewhere sheltered to rest your head.

A hand, warm, familiar and strong, rests upon your shoulder, but in your tired stupor, you swing, intending on hitting away whomever had approached so quietly until your wrist is grabbed.

You knew the glow of these hands anywhere, the geo resonating softly through his veins, and you look up to be met with smouldering amber.

“Morax…” you whisper.

He’s caught somewhere between dragon and man, he has the human visage you are used to, the one he used most often to interact with mortals, but his horns and tail were also visible; his horns glowing a faint golden in the low light of the chilly mountainside. 

You feel his grip tighten on you, his pupils restricting into slits for a mere moment before blowing wide and you can feel the anticipation beginning to run up your spine. Yeah you weren't sleeping tonight.

A beat passes between you both before he turns, tugging you along, out of sight of anyone, out of the encampment entirely, and all you can do is stumble along as his massive hand grips your wrist. He walks these mountains like a flat road, he knew them better than the back of his own hand, his strides are wide, and quick as he leads you further from camp, down a slippery cliff and before you know it, into a cave, only to be pressed against the cool stone wall as he practically hikes you up it, your legs coming to rest around his waist as he holds you there effortlessly.

“My lord-” 

“Shut up.” Morax all but growls back before his lips crash into yours, long, serpentine tongue invading your mouth in a very quickly lost battle of dominance. His hands claw at your robe, tugging the offending garment apart so he can get at your naked body with ease, your own arms moving to wrap around his neck.

gods, you hadn’t realised just how much you needed this.

The longer you spend pressed between your archon’s warm flesh, and the cold stone of the wall, the more the churning arousal in your gut becomes apparent. You’d been fighting for so long you’d absolutely disregarded your body and it’s signals, and judging by how rough Morax was being, one hand gripping your hip tight enough to leave bruises whilst the other shoves his own pants down to his knees, he must have been feeling the same.

“My lord-” you try again, your own hands shifting up to his horns, grabbing hold to at least try and pull him away for a moment so you can breathe.”Take a moment-” “No.” He growls, one hand gripping your hips as a pair of fingers push inside your already embarrassingly wet cunt. “The moment I saw you walk into camp, I couldn’t withhold anymore.” he rumbles, smirking dangerously as he watches your face twist with a mix of pleasure and pain as he splays those long, devilish fingers, after so long, you’re glad he at least had the forwithall to stretch you and take some of the inevitable sting off.

“Your body has toned up some more.” He muses as he continues the rough thrust of his fingers, his own body weight keeping you pressed against the wall as his free hand roams the expanse of your body revealed beneath the robe “and yet, despite all the fighting, your skin still feels like silk.” You can feel your cheeks heating at his surprisingly tender words; there was no small amount of pent up lust edging his tone, and yet he still found time to leave a compliment as his lips descend upon your neck, biting and suckling, leaving a small trail of blooming bruises from your jaw to your collarbone, all while he revels in the breathy gasps and muffled moans he draws from your lips.

That same tenderness doesn’t last long though; the moment he begins to feel you clench around his fingers, hear the way your voice pitches higher, he knew you were close, and instead of simply letting you come, he pulls his fingers out and you whine at him, looking to his face desperately, only to be met with a dark smirk before he quickly, harshly shoves his cock into you, burying all the way to the hilt in one single, harsh thrust that has you screaming, the sudden intrusion enough to send you over that edge as you orgasm around him.

“That's it.” he rumbles at you, his voice caught somewhere between a growl and a purr as his draconic tail lashes behind him, he doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath, his hips setting a brutal pace that has any breath you manage to catch leaving your body just as quickly as you moan into his shoulder. You feel it, every ridge of his inhuman cock, rutting inside of you, a dull aching pain mixed with pure, overwhelming pleasure as Morax growls into your throat, his teeth pressing against your skin, but not quite biting down.

His hands grab your waist, shifting your legs until they’re locked around his hips, just so he can get a better grip on you and take a step back, pulling you from the wall so he can all but bounce you on his cock like you were nothing more than a toy for him. He watches as your eyes roll back, and feels your hands, clinging desperately around his shoulders, one of your fingers finally catching in his hair tie and yanking, you did so love seeing his silky hair free and cascading down his back and shoulders.

Usually, before the war, when he’d pull you in for a night of intimacy, it was a slow affair; he liked to take his time, methodical in every one of his actions. 

That was not the case today.

This was a man pent up, stressed, pulled to the very limits and in desperate need of release, and he knew that just as well as you did. His pace was brutal, ruthless, and you cry for it because you needed this just as much as him, something to take your mind off of all the fighting, all the death and destruction, a moment to feel… mortal.

You only vaguely remember the moment he cums inside you, it’s hot, searingly so and it shoves you right off the edge into your second orgasm as your world turns white, a stark contrast to the drizzly grey day.

You wake, the next morning in a tent, re-clothed, rugged up amongst blankets and pillows, your muscles ached, but when had they not lately? Just some…new kinds of ache that made you realise last night had definitely not been a dream.

As if the impressive amount of hickeys you now had to find a way to hide weren't proof enough of your quick foray with the geo archon himself.

You just hoped the de-stressing had helped clear his head a little, after all, you were there to serve him.

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[msgexymunson]

Kickstart My Heart

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Description: Eddie's taken aback when someone makes a bigger scene in the cafeteria than him. Maybe he's finally met his match?

Warnings: Mostly fluff, smidge of angst, very very slight smut (making out/slight grinding) mentions of drug use, use of y/n twice (I try to avoid it if at all poss) use of pet names (princess/sweetheart etc) Reader has curly hair and a back tattoo and I'm totally projecting I'm fully aware.

A/N: Honestly I keep seeing Eddie with cheerleaders and I respectfully disagree. I wanted him to meet someone with similar interests and also wanted to see how he could deal with someone being a bit of a dom as well. I'm not 100% on this but it's been sitting in my notes forever. I'm thinking this would be a good mini series so let me know in the comments/reblogs if you like it enough for that! Edit, Part 2 now out!

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Eddie lounges on the bench in the cafeteria, his legs draped either side, tapping a tattoo on the floor with his feet. He was laying back, magazine in hand, reading out choice paragraphs to his followers, the Hellfire club. And anyone else who might be listening. "....see, they don't even realise how much of a joke they actually are!" Eddie flourishes the magazine and starts rolling it into a tube, mock conducting with his hands, pointing at the more popular kids in the hall.

The boys at the table nod make agreeable noises, knowing it's easier to just let Eddie continue when he's like this; but then something catches Dustin's eye.

"See? I told you Mike, she does go here." Hitting him on the arm.

"Where? Where?"

"Right there, walking in, that's the girl." Dustin stares at the doorway, transfixed.

Eddie laughs, still laying there.

"Don't tell me your losing your mind over a girl Henderson."

"I heard she just got out of Juvie. She showed up in my science class and threw a drink over Jimmy Clayton." Gareth pipes up, following Dustin's gaze.

"I saw her at the arcade wrecking it on Galactic Warriors."

"You should talk to her Dustin!" Mike laughed.

"Screw that, she's a senior and she's scary dude."

Eddie, now annoyed at the lack of attention, jumps up onto the seat, standing on it, knocking the gang out of their spell. "Hey sheep, this is reality calling!" He shouts to them in a sing song voice, bonking Dustin on the head with the magazine, then turns and looks around the room trying to find who they are talking about.

He doesn't have to wait long. A commotion starts two tables away, and the prettiest girl Eddie has ever seen is facing off with Jason Carver.

Long, messy curls adorn her head, wearing a faded Anthrax t shirt tied at the waist, nipping it in, and tight jeans, a wry smile on her lips.

"Get out of my face, freak!" Jason sneers at her.

"You just tried to grope me, now you don't like me sweetheart?" She shouts sarcastically back at him. She leans forward then sticks her middle finger up right in Jason's face.

Eddie has frozen, standing on his seat, mouth slightly open, magazine hanging from his hand, forgotten.

The girl starts to back away. As soon as she turns her back Jason mutters loudly, "as if anyone wants to touch you slut."

Eddie's about to jump off the chair, a fire lit in his stomach. But before that can happen, the girl spins around, and in one smooth, almost dance like motion, pulls her sneaker off her foot and throws it straight into Jason's face. Jason looks furious, his face bright red. The girl smiles, takes a bow, and just leaves the hall. Without her shoe.

Eddie is in love, he's sure of it. It's a peculiar, foreign feeling. He's warm all over. A flush begins to creep up his neck. A flutter in his stomach, mouth dry, head fuzzy. He watches those curls bounce off until the door shuts.

"Eddie! Earth to Eddie!"

He shakes his head to get a grip on reality, and realises oh yeah, I'm Eddie.

"What?" He jumps down to the floor, trying to act nonchalant.

"What was that about losing my mind over a girl?" Dustin grins at him.

Eddie's composure breaks for a second, then smiles back, with that signature Eddie grin. "That, my friend, is not a girl, that is a force of nature."

A shriek distracts him for a second. Someone had grabbed the sneaker and flung it at their friend, sending a drink flying. Another student grabs it with a look of disdain and flings it over their shoulder. Eddie watches it land on the floor a few feet away.

A smile parades across his face. He flings the magazine at Dustin and bounds over and grabs the shoe, then races back and grabs his battered metal lunch box in the other hand.

Dustin groans. "Oh shit Eddie, no, no!"

Eddie grins and winks at Dustin with a glint in his eye.

"Eddie, come on, you cant go after her." Mike rolls his eyes.

"And why not?"

"Because! Because she's basically you!"

"Mike's right, the universe might implode. Or you'll end up in prison." Dustin says, knowing its hopeless.

Eddie laughs. "Well now I gotta find out." He spreads his arms wide, sneaker in one hand, box in the other. "I bid you adieu," and leans into a low bow, turning to leave the room.

After a few minutes of searching and feeling embarrassed, Eddie's annoyed. No one should take up this much space inside his head so fast. You had captivated him and it was a wholly new experience. He'd had crushes on girls before, fleeting things, but this was different. He felt a burning in his chest that he'd never felt before. He decides the best thing to do is to get some air, have a smoke and chill out. There wasn't much left of lunch break after all.

He starts to walk over to his usual spot in the woods, inspecting the shoe in his hand in the process, turning it over and over. It's small, even for a girls sneaker, and about as dirty as his own. There's marks on the white leather, and scribbles and drawings on it in ballpoint pen. He sees 'Iron Maiden' in spiky letters across the side and his heart leaps. Oh come on, get it together Munson, you getting all excited over a shoe?

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What a grade A prick you think to yourself as you lay on the picnic table in the woods that another senior told you about, smoking a cigarette.

You were seriously thinking this is a bad idea, coming back to Hawkins. You hadn't been here since Middle School and the crowds hadn't exactly improved. First that pervert in Chemistry tried to put his arm around you, now some basketball playing entitled dick gropes you in the lunch line.

You try to lay still and calm down, but your fingers were pulling at the hole on the thigh of your jeans, unravelling it more, your leg restlessly shaking.

Eddie approaches the clearing cautiously,  surprised to see someone on the table. Then his heart swells. It's her. She's laying on the table, curls spilling over the edge, one knee up and legs slightly apart, one socked foot dangling off the table. She looks so peaceful, and slightly vulnerable. Eddie suddenly feels a twitch in his pants, really Munson?

"You lose something?"

You look up, slightly startled, to this very pretty boy with messy brown hair, standing there grinning sheepishly, waving your shoe in the air.

"Only my mind." You say back, sitting up.

"Oh, is this isn't yours?" He smirks at you, a glint in his eye. His very familiar eyes. You take in his figure. Leather jacket, band t shirt and black jeans. He's lean, and tall, and handsome.

"Now that, that I didn't lose. I ejected it. With force."

He laughs loudly at that and moves towards you, holding the shoe out. You reach for it and he pulls it away, a cheeky smile on his face.

"So you want your homemade missile back or...?"

In response you stick your socked foot out to him. He seems surprised at this small but bold movement. He puts down the lunchbox he's holding and undoes the knotted laces, then slides the sneaker onto your foot.

"What do you know, it fits!" You giggle at him which makes his face light up.

"So what's your name?" He says tying your laces.

"Cinder-fucking-rella."

He grins at you, still holding your foot. You take a last drag of your cigarette and look him in the eye. There's a moment when you both look at each other, a heat in the air.

"Gonna need that back." You motion to your foot. He lets go and puts his hands up in mock submission, smug smile on his face. You jump off the table and start to make your way back to school.

"Hey- wait!"

"See you around Prince Charming." You say over your shoulder.

"See you princess." Is his quiet response.

Eddie's standing there, for the second time today, staring at your curls bounce, watching you leave.

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Oh my God its Eddie Munson. You think to yourself, grinning now your back is turned, a flush creeping up your cheeks. You cannot believe it. He was the year above in Middle School and you crushed on him, hard. You nearly didn't recognise him with long hair but he smiled at you and it clicked and you nearly melted right then and there. God, since you'd been held back a year after the chaos that is your life you were sure you'd never see him again, at least at school. He must have been held back two years.

Eddie Munson. He looked good. Real good. And you just left. But he had looked so smug and sure of himself and you never like to do what people expect. Practically skipping to class, you kept saying his name in your head. Eddie Munson. You grin to yourself. Maybe this year wont be so bad.

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"Late again Mr Munson?"

"Only so we can have these chats Mrs O'Donnell"

"Thin ice young man. Take a seat."

Eddie flops down in his chair, and leans back. Its last period, and his concentration is elsewhere. Chin resting in his hand, he thinks about the brief encounter with, well, with her yesterday. Whatever her name is. The princess. He smiles to himself. Not many people can surprise him. Why did she just run off though? He thought their chat was going well.

Halfway through the lesson, he feels something on the back of his head. Then again. Turning round, he sees her. Smirk on her face, balling up a strip of paper. He grins, then runs his hand through his hair, sending an avalanche of little white balls to the floor like snowflakes. She laughs silently, banging her hand against her mouth to be quiet, and looks at him with glee. Eddie's heart is about to burst, looking at her joyful face. Lost in her eyes for a second, he remembers his 'thin ice' and whips his head back round to the front. Coast is clear.

She taps him on the back, he glances round and she waves a folded piece of paper. He looks back to the front but holds his hand out behind him to take it. She presses the note into his palm with warm fingers.

Taking the note, he unfurls it with deft movements:

Meet me after class Mr Munson.

He composes himself for a moment, his stomach somersaulting, a wide smile just itching to spread across his face. So, was he right, did she like him? He turns his head briefly to flash her a lopsided grin and a nod.

The bell rings. There was the general scuffle, chair screeches and chatter that a accompanies the end of a lesson. Eddie leapt up and nearly ran to the door, hearing a soft giggle behind him.

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Look at him, he's practically skipping you laugh to yourself. Seems a shame to mess with him. You were going to mess with him though. Only a little. It's not every day your childhood crush seems to like you back.

"Hey princess." Giving you a goofy grin. "Hey" you beam back, tilting your head to one side. "Can we go to the bench, I need to ask you something."

"Er sure?" He looks happy, but confused, searching your face for answers. You whip your head around and start walking briskly. He hops to try and keep up with you. I could get used to this, Eddie Munson trailing behind me.

He catches up, and you have a chat about music, passing the time. Turns out you have pretty similar taste. He points out your Anthrax t shirt from yesterday and you talk about Iron Maiden, Ozzie, Dio, Metallica. He waves his arms in the air and bounces, so excitable, like a child. You make it to the bench and you take a seat, hands steepled in front of you, pulling a serious face.

He hops down and sits opposite, head cocked to one side, giving you his full attention. God he's handsome. That hair falling around his face, those full lips, those eyes that seem to stare into your soul and beyond. Even his neck is attractive. You realise you are staring, a cough clearing your throat.

"I hear good things about you Munson."

"Well you cant be talking to most of Hawkins then, I'm a Satan worshipping weirdo!" He opens his mouth wide, sticks out his tongue and wrinkles his nose up at you. Look at that tongue.

You stare at him in mock horror, your hand flying to your mouth.

"Really, do you sacrifice virgins?"

"I would if I could find one." He winks at you.

You laugh then, so hard you snort a little, then your cheeks blush pink.  Eddie revels in the slight drop in your guard.

"Wow princess, that was really something." He smirks at you.

"Damnit Munson, stop with the 'princess!'"

"Well what am I supposed to call you, you wont tell me your name sweetheart."

Something about the way he called you sweetheart stirred something between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together briefly. It was a great feeling, but it also annoyed you a little. You hated being out of control, and you felt a flash of, wait was that fear? He'd caught you off guard. You were supposed to be catching him off guard. You smile at him lazily.

"Well maybe you need to earn it." You winked at him.

"Ah I see how it is. Hmmm. Well, what did you want from me then, dragging me into the woods."

You reach over and grab his hand, lean closer. The warmth of his hand contrasts with the cool feel of his rings brushing your palm. "I hear you can help a girl out." You say to him breathily.

Eddie's eyebrows raise so high that they disappear into his hair and a flush appears on his cheeks. You smirk at him.

"Word is your the school's supplier. Or am I wrong?" You bat your eyelashes at him.

He nods in understanding and for a second, looks a little deflated. "Well you ain't wrong sweetheart." He grabs his metal lunchbox and plants it on the table, giving you the sell.

You agree to half an ounce, and you are sure he gives you more than that, not that you are complaining. He holds it out and you go to grab it, but he snatches it away at the last minute, grinning at you. 

"Come on Munson!" You say to him, mock pouting.

"It comes at a price."

"Oh yeah? I just gave that to you!"

"Something else. I gotta know your name." His eyes near bore into your soul.

"I told you. Cinderella."

"Very funny princess. I tell you what, we can make a deal. You come to the Hideout tomorrow night, and listen to my band. Then we can forget the name. For now."

Smooth Munson.

"Maybe I will then."

"Ah ah ah princess, you gotta. Comes with the deal you see. You need to promise."

"Fine. Cross my heart. I'll come see your band."

His grin damn near splits his face apart. "I promise you sweetheart, with your discerning taste? You're gonna love it."

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Eddie gets ready for the gig tonight, backstage, standing in the mirror. Maybe he spends a little extra time on his hair. So what? He's playing a gig. Nothing at all to with her. He wondered who he was trying to kid. He hadn't been able to stop thinking of her. His mind just kept wandering. She was gorgeous and feisty and everything he could ever want. It takes a lot for him to focus on the moment. He steps out, guitar in hand, and takes a deep breath. Starts playing, and searching the very small audience. She's not here.

First song of the set down, then the second. Eddie's starting to give up, glancing at the door, when a familiar head of curls bounces through. She's here. She's just late. Eddie laughed to himself. Like Mike said, it was very Eddie of her. She sauntered over to the bar and got the attention of the server immediately, tossing her head back and smiling. Eddie felt a hotness creep into his chest, almost as if he was jealous. It was only after ordering a drink she hopped onto a bar stool, turned and looked at him, legs seductively crossed. She's fucking beautiful. Her hair seemed neater, she had clearly styled it somehow, but the curls still fell around her face. Her dress was figure hugging and black, a zip running right down the front. Her curves took his breath away. Eddie couldn't help but wonder if the whole dress came undone if you pulled that zip. He nearly faltered in his playing thinking about it. Another song down and then another, then one of the waitresses came over to him, beer in hand.

"A beer from Cinderella?" She said, pointing at her. Eddie laughed, of course she would send a drink over. Shit, do I like her because she's like me? His band finish the set, and he downs half the beer. Taking a deep breath, he moves his way into the audience.

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Ok he's coming over, act natural. You try to look like you are looking the other way, then start to inspect your fingernails. Eddie stands in front of you, and you look up into those deep brown eyes of his. It takes your breath away.

"Why if it isn't Van Halen, I'm you're biggest fan" you say breathily, a smirk on your face. I'm not done playing with you yet Munson.

Eddie smirks at you, "looks like you decided to turn up after all princess."

"Well, you know, I kinda promised this guy."

"This guy must be impressive if you're coming here to this dive just to see him."

"What can I say, he's got a bit of an ego but he looks damn sexy when he plays the guitar."

Eddie nearly falters, seeing you bat your eyelashes at him. He looks so cute when he's not so sure of himself. Then he takes a different tact, pointing at the beer in your hand "aren't you a minor sweetheart?"

"Aren't you Munson?"

"Well, they don't know that " another Eddie wink.

"Don't know about me either. I told the bartender I'm 35."

Eddie laughs at this, for once feeling out of his depth.

"What are you, 17, 18?'

"Try 19 Munson." He looks at you quizzically. "Yes it's not just you that's been held back."

"How do you know about that?" Shit nearly gave it away.

"Everyone knows, you're famous Eddie."

"So, you gonna actually tell me how you know that, and how you know my full name sweetheart?"

You scrunch your face a little, realising you never said his first name before. Got a little too carried away with the game you had been playing. Shouldn't have called him Van Halen either. Seems like the right time to confess. Well, here goes nothing. You take a deep breath, your heart in your throat.

"I know you Eddie Munson. I went to middle school with you. You were in the year above. My names y/n l/n."

Eddie's eyes widen. He looks at you, really looks at you. Then the words you never thought you would hear come out of his mouth.

"Shit, y/n, I remember you. You were always running around with those nerds, you wore glasses all the time. I remember you getting pulled from school!"

"And how the fuck would you remember that?" You said, feeling uncomfortable.

"Well, I remember, I remember the talent show. When you sang in front of the whole school. Hotel California. I never expected it, no one did. You were really good."

You blush a deep crimson, annoyed at your vulnerability. Eddie doesn't seem to notice, just looking over your shoulder, remembering.

"Shit I remember hearing you sing, then having to go on with my band near straight after, feeling like we weren't gonna be shit compared to that."

You blush red to the roots of your hair. "Well, your bands really good, really good Munson..  I was just, you know, karaoke singing..."

"No, honest, I thought you were amazing." He grins at you, fingers tapping on the bar next to you. That Eddie grin makes you want to melt into a puddle. Weren't you supposed to be teasing him?

You stare into those eyes. Those big, beautiful brown eyes and realise something. Maybe you had been wrong about Eddie. You strip that bravado back, that fake confidence, and he is just a kid. An overexcited, vulnerable, kid. Just like you.

He's looking at you, staring at you with those eyes of his, and you need to do something before you are his, right here and right now. You turn to the bar and wave at the bar tender. "Two tequilas, please." As you flash a comfortable smile. The bartender catches your gaze and pours out two shots, smiling at you and raising his eyebrows at Eddie. You take your shot in hand, staring at Eddie, and down the shot. You swallow with barely a flinch, waiting to see his reaction.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart." He grins, then takes his shot the same way.

"You wanna get out of here?"

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I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Eddie gazes at you, your cheeks flushed, laying on his couch, your feet resting on his lap. Listening to the metal music Eddie had put on, curled up on the couch. You had been joking and chatting for an hour or so and he just felt so comfortable around you. You seemed to have the same sense of humor as him, laughing at all his jokes. It seemed a far cry from the way you had reacted to him before, building walls up. He thought it was nice to see you as you, without defences.

"So, you want a beer, or you ready to sing for me."

"Not on your damned life Munson, though I'll take that beer."

Eddie laughs and gets up, lifting your feet softly to one side, and grabs two beers, opening them by the fridge.

"So, why wouldn't you tell me your name before." Eddie asks, his head to one side, intrigued.

'Because Munson, it was fun messing with you." You smirk back at Eddie, but there's a blush to your cheeks that makes him think you weren't being honest with him.

You continue, "a lot of people know things, or think they know why I left. I just didn't want you to judge me before you knew me."

"As a victim of judgement I can safely say I know what you mean." Eddie brings his hands up, indicating to himself. He hands you a beer which you place on the table, and he does the same. He sits next to you, close, head turned towards you. 

Damn she's intoxicating. Eddie coughs, and looks into your eyes. You smile back at him, his eyes drawn to your lips.

Come on Munson, kiss me already.

You both sit, mulling in this hot silence, looking at each other, flushed cheeks and beating hearts. It's almost a stand off, each waiting for the other to make a move. You lick your lips and try and build up that confidence that you had before. Reaching out, you hold your hand to his jaw line, gently rubbing your thumb down it, coming to rest on his chin. He moves forward, expectantly, and you take that as a sign. You lean towards him, your breath on his lips, as your hand snakes into his hair. Your noses touch, the tip of your nose rubbing just to the side of his, as your lips ever so lightly graze, sending shivers of sensation through you. His mouth opens slightly, and you both press your lips to the other, tongues touching, softly, hesitantly. Your mouths open more, tongues reaching out, exploring each others mouths leisurely, deeply. His hands reach out to hold you at the hips, pulling you closer. You pull at his hair slightly and he moans into you. You break apart, both panting slightly, and stare into each others eyes. You see those soulful dark eyes pouring out feeling to you, and you know that he has stolen your heart forever.

Eddie breaks the silence. He grins and chuckles at you, "Now that was intense."

You're breathless, wordless for once, biting your lip. "Eddie..." you manage and he smirks at you. You press your lips to his again hungrily, urgently. His hands grip your hips, and you crawl into his lap, swinging one leg over so you're straddling him. His hands massage into you, and both of your hands end up in his hair, tugging at it. You are both kissing almost violently, and you break away so you can breathe. You rock your hips forward, feeling how hard he was getting through his jeans. He takes a sharp breath at that, his hands moving lower to grab your ass, grinding you into him again. You moan low into your throat, throwing your head back.

"Jesus princess you're so fucking hot." He manages to say, his voice so low and rough its almost a growl.

You lean forward again, pulling him into another fervent kiss, tongues clashing, hips bucking. He groans and bites your lip. Grabbing you by the hips he suddenly stands up and you throw your arms around his neck for balance, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to his bedroom, never stopping the urgent flow of hot kisses.

He throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you, then seems to remember himself. "Sorry, you just.. you do things to me."

"You drive me wild Eddie Munson" you grin back at him. "But maybe we should, you know, take it easy. I like you, I really like you, but I mean, you barely know me."

"Not true, I know you from middle school, remember? That's years." He winks at you, then flops down next to you, on his side "Seriously though, whatever you want. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

You could have cried at that. His face turned to you, that look of concern on his face, his brows slightly furrowed, it melted your heart. You hold a hand to his cheek.

"I'm not saying I don't want to, you know. I'm just saying not yet. I do want to, I just, want to take my time with you Mr Munson."

He grinned at you, stroking your side.

"I've wanted you since your shoe connected with Jason's face."

You laughed out loud at that, he smiled at you, enjoying how much he could make you laugh. He pulled you in for another kiss, less urgent but still passionate, long and deep, like you had all the time in the world. The rest of the universe melted away, it was just you and him, wrapped in each others arms.

"Can I stay? Is that OK?" You stare in his eyes.

"Princess you're not going anywhere as long as I can help it."

"I meant for tonight, like sleep here." You poke him playfully in the ribs.

"Sure! Tonight, tomorrow, maybe the next one.." you giggle at that.

"Hold on let me grab you something" he jumps up and leaves the room. You hear the music stop and a small cry.

You sit up, as he walks back into the room, looking dejected.

"Eddie what's wrong?"

He looks at you with a miserable face, throws his hands in the air "we forgot the beers!!" He falls to the floor on his knees in mock anguish. You chuckle at his theatrics.

"You're an idiot Eddie Munson." You throw a pillow at him. He grabs it in the air and throws it back.

"What the hell was I doing? Oh yeah" He throws a faded black band t shirt to you. "To sleep in."

You get up with your back to him as Eddie sits on the edge of the bed.

"So yeah if you wanna just go to the bathroom you can change..."  he stops mid sentence.

You had started to unzip your dress, letting it fall to the ground, uncovering your back. You have a tattoo that covers your back, huge, black, bat like wings. Your black, lacy matching underwear is on display. Still with your back to him, you unhook your bra, and that falls too. You slip the t shirt over your head, it's big on you and reaches just to the tops of your thighs. Ok that was mean.

You turn around and look at Eddie's face. "What?" You smirk.

Eddie's broken. He's staring at you, beetroot red face, mouth hanging open, unable to speak.

"Holy shit.. You- you're... you've got...erm, wow." Eddie is speechless for once. "Cool tattoo." He manages to stutter out.

You smile at him sweetly. "Thank you."

"Jesus y/n that was really mean" He says, regaining some composure and pulling you roughly towards him. You laugh, throwing your head back, and his lips find your throat, kissing and sucking your neck. You let out a whimper, he feels so good against your skin.

"You've made me really hard, I hope you realise that you devil woman." He keeps kissing but he's digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you. You giggle and squirm, enjoying the effect you seem to have on him.

"Sorry, I know, I'm an awful tease. Someone really needs to teach me a lesson."

"Oh just you wait princess. I'm totally getting you back for that."

"I look forward to it Munson." You wink at him.

Getting ready for bed, you grab your bag from the living room, and make your way to the bathroom. You come back to the bedroom with your hair piled up in a bun. Eddie's in his boxers, laying on the bed. His lean figure is relaxed, a smattering of tattoos cover his torso and arms. Your gaze settles on them, unable to take your eyes off him, and drifts down to the rather clear outline of his hardness in his boxers. Now he certainly looks impressive you think to yourself, your mind wandering.

"What's on your mind sweetheart?" He smiles at you smugly.

"Nothing" you say a little quickly. He chuckles. You're enjoying this, the to and fro between you to, even if you had lost that one. He seems to be enjoying it too, his eyes were twinkling, dark pools staring at you.

You join him in bed, under the sheets, wrapping around each other, impossibly close. He kisses you softly on the forehead. "Goodnight princess."

You smile to yourself in the dark, thinking how lucky you are, to be in Eddie's arms.

@eddiesprincess86

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“this broken soul” — scaramouche × f!reader

word count: 4,659 — rating: E (explicit content)

summary: you’ve been avoiding him, and he needs to know why.

author’s note: if you’d told me a month or so ago that i’d write an almost 5,000 word smutfic featuring scaramouche, i would’ve laughed in your face... but here we are! i dedicate this fic to one of my most beloved and beautiful besties, @gixxie, because she’s absolutely amazing and is the #1 scaramouche simp!!! i really hope that i did him justice, and i hope y’all enjoy – this is only my second ever smutfic that i’ve written and/or posted online! EDIT 12/15/2022: i wrote this before the most recent archon quest (archon quest interlude chapter: act iii – inversion of genesis) and before he was (finally) released as a playable character, so... his characterization may be questionable!

warnings ﹠ tags: smut, porn with plot, degradation, dirty talk, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, scaramouche being scaramouche, scaramouche is his own warning honestly, vulnerable!scaramouche, emotional!reader, reader is very subtly implied to be plus-sized, reader has afab!genitalia ⋄ (read it on ao3)

The smell of incense and the crackling of the fire in the large marble fireplace greet you as you step inside the mansion in the adepti teapot realm you call home, shutting the doors as quietly as possible behind you and releasing a soft sigh of relief when there is no noise to imply you’ve been heard.

Slowly, you make your way across the main area of the house to the room that was designated as the library and office, slipping inside silently and quickly sliding the doors shut behind you.

Inhaling deeply, you march over to the desk to begin sorting through the large pile of letters that had accumulated during your absence.

You’ve been traveling with Paimon, helping the Aranara in Sumeru and avoiding… well, avoiding multiple things. Searching for your brother, your various promises and responsibilities, and most importantly a certain short-tempered Anemo wielder.

Coming out of the haze of your thoughts, you notice the messy stack of books that had undoubtedly been made by some of your numerous guests and you huff as you grab them and go to put them away.

It wasn’t that Scaramouche had done anything wrong per se, it was more the issue of you being so naturally affectionate and showing it via physical touch and honest words… and worrying that it was becoming too much for him, or too annoying. Or both.

It hasn’t been that long since he’s joined your group of friends… only about two months, though could you honestly say that the two of you were friends?

He was so hot and cold, at times he was standoffish and rude, snapping at everyone and everything and it was during those times that you swore he hated you… but then the next time you’d come across him or have him join you while adventuring, he’d look at you with an unreadable expression and allow you to touch him without bristling, especially when you two were alone, and the back and forth of it confused you.

You’ve been oddly drawn to him ever since you had first met him in Inazuma, his voice sticking in your head and repeating his taunting words and the vision of him sauntering towards you with that insufferable smirk wouldn’t leave your mind…

In truth, your feelings have only gotten stronger as time had passed, especially after he’d reluctantly joined your adventuring team and you’d inevitably gotten to know him better.

If you are being honest, the sexual tension between you two could likely be cut with a knife and served on a platter… in addition to there being purer, deeper romantic feelings present.

It’s far too early to call it “love”, but it is certainly well on its way to becoming that dreaded word… on your end, at least.

You can feel your face heat up in response to the direction your thoughts have gone and as you shove the last book onto the bookshelf you lean forward and bonk your forehead against the hardwood in an effort to clear your mind.

In your distraction you haven’t noticed that the subject of your thoughts has snuck into the room and is moving towards you with purpose.

A pale hand suddenly slams down to grasp onto the shelf right behind you, the other hand gripping your waist and spinning you to face the intruder.

Purple eyes meet yours, anger making them almost burn from their intensity as he leans in so his face is mere inches away from yours.

Gasping, you shrank back against the bookshelf. “Scaramouche? What–?”

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” He bites out, eyes narrowing slightly and the fingers at your waist twitching in what you assumed to be frustration.

Blinking at him while you try to gather your thoughts, you can’t help but notice that he isn’t wearing his usual amount of layers – just the tight black high-collared shirt and his shorts and sandals rather than his familiar complex ensemble – and your face heats at the realization that so much of his skin was now visible to you.

Swallowing to try and moisten your suddenly dry mouth, you’re sure that your face openly shows how flustered you are.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve been busy but I haven’t been–”

“Cut the bullshit. Do you think I’m an idiot? It’s not like you’ve been subtle about it, and it’s pissing me off,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he moves the hand that has been pinning you to the bookshelf to grasp the back of your neck, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your nape.

Eyes widening at his actions and words, you clear your throat and square your shoulders.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, Scaramouche, but–”

“Why are you calling me that?” He snaps, scowling at you with narrowed eyes.

“Calling you what? Your name?” You reply, eyes darting away from his prying gaze.

It was true that you haven’t necessarily been subtle, but you had assumed that he wouldn’t take much notice of the lack of attention and affection that he seemed to find barely tolerable – this vehement reaction was very unexpected and it was leaving you reeling.

He lets out an angry sigh before his fingers grasp your chin and force you to meet his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demands, eyes flickering over your face as his lips turn down into a slight pout.

Glancing down at his mouth, you unconsciously wet your lips and his gaze immediately hones in on it.

Gasping softly, your mouth gapes a bit in surprise as you observe how his burning purple eyes darken as he focuses on your mouth, leaning ever so slightly closer and tilting his head as if entranced.

“Scaram–mmph!”

Lips pressing to yours cut you off, a low groan escaping him when you immediately reciprocate.

Eyes fluttering shut as you breathe him in, you bring your hands up to scratch your fingers through the coarse hair of his undercut.

Scaramouche growls then, shoving you up against the bookshelf as he presses as much of his body as he can to your own, the hand on your waist now groping at your soft skin.

Whimpering, your eyes shoot open and you tear your mouth from his to gasp for air as he starts roughly kissing down your jaw.

“Don’t lie, you were avoiding me. Because of this?” He whispers, lips and warm breath brushing the shell of your ear.

Exhaling with a whine, you nod before his lips press to your own again for a brief moment before he pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip.

He smirks at your dumb expression, tugging you over to the table in the middle of the room and reminding you that he was much stronger than he looked by easily lifting you up to sit on the edge, pushing the letters off and out of the way.

Gasping indignantly, you open your mouth to reprimand him but he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, sliding his tongue in your mouth with a muffled groan.

You can’t help but to close your eyes as your tongue glides against his, feeling that insufferable smirk of his against your lips.

Sliding his hands down to your thighs, he roughly pulls them apart so he can step between them and press his body to yours once again.

He chuckles at your resulting moan, slowly pulling back and licking his lips as if savoring the taste of you.

Your eyes flutter open as you unconsciously follow after him to chase his lips, his smirk growing at your resulting frustrated pout.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid,” he teases, chuckling at your resulting scowl – but you didn’t deny it.

Before you could formulate a response, he grasps your hips and slides them towards him, making you yelp and slam your hands down on the table behind you to keep from collapsing.

Keeping his dark eyes locked with yours, he leans over you and slides his fingers under the waistband of your pants, tilting his head and tugging ever so slightly in question.

Biting your lip, you lift your hips in response, wiggling a little in impatience.

Inclining his head towards you, he pulls your pants off roughly and your arms give out as you collapse back down on the edge of the table, panting.

His hands tug at the hem of your shirt next as he bends over you, lips pressing bruising kisses to your neck as he slowly lifts it, fingertips tickling along the soft skin of your stomach.

Gasping, you reach between you and nudge his hands aside, practically tearing your shirt up and over your head to get rid of the offending garment.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He murmurs, chuckling lowly as he goes back to mouthing at your neck.

You whine and grab at his back as he bites down on your collarbone, his muscles flexing in response to the feeling of your fingernails digging into his skin as you jolt and cry out.

Groaning, he tears himself away from you to do a slow perusal of the skin that’s been bared to him.

You feel like you’re going to implode, the way his eyes manage to get even darker and his expression more severe in its blatant lust, and you jerk your hips up uncontrollably in response.

His eyes immediately flick down to where you’re soaked and burning for him and his throat bobs with a swallow before he looms over you, skimming his hand slowly down the curve of your waist before sliding a finger against the wetness of the fabric concealing you from him.

“Look at you, look at how wet you are – is this all for me?” He questions, voice gone rough from arousal.

Nodding and biting your lip, you can’t help but to grind up into his fingers.

“So needy,” he grunts, crouching down to nip at your inner thigh.

“Scara, I–!”

“Oh, we’re back to Scara now, hm?” He laughs harshly, making quick work of tugging your panties down and off your legs as he shakes his head at you.

“Scara, I’m sorry–!”

“You should be,” he interrupts you again, glaring up at you from between your legs.

You’re a desperate whimpering mess at this point, and you don’t manage to form a response before he runs his fingers up your inner thighs and jerks them open as much as your body will allow.

“Now be a good girl and say “please” and maybe I’ll give you what you want,“ he growls, brushing the tip a finger through your wetness.

“Please, Scara, I need you!” You whine, embarrassed at how needy you sound but also so turned on that you can’t bring yourself to care.

Smirking, he finally takes mercy on you and slowly slides a finger into you, eyes widening at the feel of your slick warmth.

You keen and writhe against the table when he slowly adds another finger and crooks them, expertly massaging a spot on your inner walls that makes you see stars and causes more heat to pool between your thighs.

“Look at you, getting all worked up over nothing! Your pretty pussy can barely handle my fingers – what a pathetic little thing you are,” he laughs mockingly, thrusting his fingers into you roughly.

Panting, you bite your lip and glance down to meet his eyes, silently begging him for more as your thighs tremble and your back arches.

Breath hitching at your desperation, he suddenly shoves his head between your thighs and licks a broad stroke through your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit before lightly grazing his teeth against it.

You wail, your walls contracting around his fingers as you feel like you’ve been hit by lightning as the tension snaps, little whines escaping you as your hips shudder and grind against his face.

Chuckling, he laps up your release as you ride out your high before getting up and looming over you, smirking at your fucked out expression.

“We’ve barely gotten started and already you’re being such a good little slut for me,” he murmurs, licking his lips suggestively when your eyes flutter open to blearily look at him.

You want to pinch yourself because you swear this has to be a dream, it is all happening so quickly and you’ve just had one of the best orgasms of your entire life but are somehow still so unbelievably horny for him.

His face is flushed and he still has some of your juices on his chin, but his eyes burn with the depth of his want for you as your gazes meet and he smirks, smug about having made you cum.

Glancing down and seeing the tented fabric of his shorts, you lift your still shaking legs to wrap around his waist and pull him into you, rolling your hips against his clothed cock and watching his face intently.

His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a strangled moan, back bowing and lips hovering over your own as he clutches at your hips and ruts into the warmth between your legs.

“Scara, I’m all yours – take me,” you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull his head down to kiss him.

Jolting his head back just as your lips brush his, his eyes shoot open and he pants while looking at you incredulously.

You furrow your brows at his sudden change in attitude, your thumbs lightly brushing his cheekbones and you bite your lip, suddenly afraid that you’ve said the wrong thing.

After a moment of his eyes frantically scanning your expression – looking for what exactly, you weren’t sure – his hands slam down on either side of your head.

“Always so honest about your emotions,” he hisses, eyes becoming unreadable as he nips at your lips yet refuses to let you close the gap. “It’s really fucking infuriating, you know that?”

Huffing in exasperation to hide how his seemingly indignant response hurts your feelings, you glare up at him.

“Fine, then – can you just fuck me already, Kunikuzushi?”

He pulls back, smoldering eyes glaring into your own as he releases a shattered breath in response to you calling him that name.

“Oh, now you’re making demands of me?” He rasps, regaining his composure with a harsh thrust against your cunt.

Suddenly hit with a wave of irritation and frustration, you push your hands against his chest in an attempt to get him off of you.

“If you don’t want to, then nevermind,” you mutter, turning your head away to hide the “if you don’t want me” implied from your tone and expression.

Lunging to press your wrists down into the table above your head with one hand, he turns your head back towards him with the other, a deep scowl on his face.

“Why are you putting words into my mouth? What gives you the right to assume what I do or don’t want?”

You glare at him, trying to jerk your face out of his harsh grip which only makes his fingers dig into your jaw harder as he crowds you against the table with his body.

“Stop being such a fucking brat,” he growls as he presses quick, bruising kisses against your lips.

“Make me!” You snarl back at him, body writhing under his own.

He chuckles lowly before it morphs into him laughing loudly and mockingly as he observes your struggles.

“Gladly.”

Letting go of your face to swiftly pull down his shorts just enough to free his erection, he groans as he slides it between your folds.

“Fuck… this is my pussy, it belongs to me and only me, doesn’t it?”

Whimpering and nodding in response, your hands struggle to escape his grasp as you grind your hips against the tip of his cock, trying miserably to get it to catch in your soaking wet opening.

He shudders against you, grabbing your hip with his free hand to hold you still.

“No, no,” he chides, his signature smirk back on his lips. “Only good girls get rewarded, and you’ve been such a brat.”

“Scara, fuck, just take me!” You keen, so overwhelmed with frustration and pleasure that there are tears gathering in your eyes.

Scaramouche laughs, one that borders on a cackle, before he presses his lips against your temple.

“Are you crying? You want me that bad, huh? You’re so fucking pathetic, you did this to yourself you know,” he whispers roughly, tongue flicking out to run along the shell of your ear. “But don’t worry, I’ll take pity on you.”

He suddenly thrusts into you, bottoming out and leaving you a moaning and babbling mess as he holds himself still to allow you to adjust to his size.

“Oh Archons, please–!”

“Don’t pray to them, they can’t help you, pray to me,” he snarls, pulling out of you just enough for you to whine at the loss before roughly thrusting back inside and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Scara, Kuni, please – fuck – more, faster!”

He grants your request with a strangled moan, hips slamming into your own at such a desperate and brutal pace that you know there’s going to be bruises.

Leaning down so your foreheads are pressed together, you stare into each other’s eyes and pant as the sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the air.

The hand that has been keeping your wrists bound lets go, fingers instead curling into the sheets as he continues his merciless thrusts – eyes observing your every reaction hungrily.

“Kuni, feels s’good!” You sob, your now free arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and your legs tightening around his hips.

“F-fuck!” He whimpers, cock twitching against your walls and hips stuttering against you.

Your body feels like it’s melting, fingers carding through his hair to shakily push it out of his face so you can view the way his brow furrows as he grits his teeth.

“Say it,” he commands shakily, jerking your face up so he can stare into your eyes. “Say that you’re mine. My slut, my whore, my everything.”

“Anything and everything that I am is yours, Kunikuzushi,” you choke out with a sob, following up your declaration by tilting your hips and pressing your lips to his, gliding your tongue in and tasting him as he groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock.

His thrusts grow even more frantic and deep and you roll your hips up to meet his movements, your sweaty bodies writhing together as you fully succumb to each other.

“I’m gonna paint your insides,” he gasps into your mouth, sliding a hand down to rub your swollen clit. “I’m gonna fill you up–!”

Those words and the added stimulation flood your body with overwhelming heat and you wail as you are thrown over the edge, gushing around his cock as he delivers one last powerful thrust before spilling into you with a choked moan.

His trembling body slumps over yours and he buries his head in your shoulder, gasping for air as your bodies continue to twitch with the aftershocks.

After a few moments pass, Scaramouche slowly peels himself away from you, his eyes darting away from your unintentionally open, loving gaze as he slowly slides out of you with a quiet grunt.

Sighing at the loss of him, you inelegantly scoot forward to hop off the table, squeezing your legs together to keep his cum from trickling down your legs.

He snatches the clothes from where they are strewn on the floor and puts his shorts back on before turning to you and holding out your panties and trousers with a blank expression.

Your face feels hot from embarrassment at how drastically his attitude has changed from just a few moments ago and you reach out to grab your clothing, eyes searching him for a sign of… anything, but finding him to be totally unreadable.

Mortified, you turn to the side and shake out your pants, the realization of what had just happened finally hitting you. You haven’t even fully undressed, too engrossed and desperate for each other that you just… went at it like animals in heat.

You don’t notice when he turns and goes to the desk in the corner to grab the box of tissues and bring it to you, clearing his throat as his eyes drift to where your combined fluids were beginning to slowly trickle down your inner thighs.

Flinching at being torn from your downward spiral of second-guessing everything that has happened within the past hour, you look up and slowly reach out to take the box from him, being careful to not brush your fingers together – you aren’t sure where his mind is at and you don’t want to scare him off by being clingy.

“Thank you,” you breathe, pulling his gaze back up to your face and flashing him a quick smile before you turn away to clean yourself up as much as you can.

He turns and walks over to stand in front of the window to give you privacy, which you find very amusing considering what you had just been doing, but you can’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye as he crosses his arms and seemingly becomes lost in though, his hair mussed and his lips still flushed from the plethora of bruising kisses.

Finding him attractive obviously wasn’t a new development, but it suddenly hits you with the beam of sunlight shining in through the window that was illuminating him just how… beautiful he is.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts and hurrying to pull your clothes back on, you take a deep breath and summon all the courage you possess.

He turns to look at you as you come to stand next to him, and you were hit once again by how pretty he is; the slope of his nose, his eyelashes, his–

“What are you looking at?” His voice, still a little rough from your activities, snaps you out of your admiration and you blink at him.

He’s staring at you with his brow raised, lips ever so slightly turned down.

“So pretty,” you whisper, eyes widening in panic when you realize that you’ve spoken your inner thoughts aloud.

Scaramouche blinks at you in disbelief, processing your words before letting out a short, humorless laugh.

“I can’t believe it, I actually fucked you dumb!” He snickers, but the smirk on his lips doesn’t reach his eyes.

You gape at him, mouth opening and closing as you try to figure out how to respond to his dismissive attitude.

He grasps your chin in his hand, making the decision of closing your mouth for you, and rolls his eyes.

Grabbing the hand holding your chin, you place soft kisses on his palm, staring into his eyes and pleading for him to understand how truthful you’re being.

Scowling, he wrenches his hand away from you, taking a step back and shaking his head.

“Scara, we need to talk ab–”

“Do we? I disagree,” he snaps, turning and stalking towards the door.

“Kunikuzushi,” you whisper in desperation, and he freezes in place as he’s reaching for the door handle.

“This whole situation started because I was avoiding you, and it made you angry and upset. And yet you’re about to go and do the exact same thing to me. How is that fair?” You demand, voice shaking from all of the emotions you’re trying to keep in check.

He slowly turns to face you, eyes narrowing.

“Life isn’t fair – what do you want from me?”

It’s like you’re talking to a different person, the man in front of you is not the man that railed you into oblivion and ruined you for all others just a minute ago. This man reminds you of a feral cat – suspicious, mistrustful, insecure…

Your hands are shaking, the anxiety over bearing your heart to him causing you to hesitate briefly.

“What do you want from me?” You snap back. “Is this what you wanted? Just a quick fuck? Is that really all I am to you? Some poor, pathetic sap who’s attention and affection makes you feel good about yourself?”

Scaramouche stood there staring at you, unmoving and unblinking, for what felt like ages.

“Okay, you know what – nevermind! You’re free to go, but honestly at this point I almost hope that you just never come back,” you scoff, eyes watering, throwing your hands up in the air and turning away so he can’t see you cry and so you don’t have to look at his stupid perfect face anymore.

All you hear is a faint whisper of fabric before he spins you around and cups your face in his hands, his mouth pressing a desperate, bruising kiss to your lips.

Gasping, you put your hands on his chest and shove him back, your embarrassment making you feel fragile and hostile.

“That isn’t an answer, Scara, and I’m not a mind reader so I can’t–”

“Everything,” he rasps, closing his eyes and nudging his forehead against yours.

“... what?” You furrow your brow, confused.

“You asked what I wanted from you. I answered. Everything. I want everything from you. I want you to be mine,” he whispers, warm breath brushing your lips when he follows up his statement with a shaking sigh.

Your bottom lip trembles as you try to keep your voice from cracking with emotion.

“If I am yours, then you have to be mine. I want everything from you, too. I want to kiss you, touch you, hold you, love you.”

He inhales shakily, opening his eyes.

“If you can’t tell that I’m already yours, that I’ve been yours since you aimed that fucking smile of yours towards me, then you’re an absolute fucking idiot.”

“It’s kind of hard to tell when you’re always so wishy-washy on whether you tolerate me or not, Scaramouche,” you respond, blinking at him innocently, his sudden reveal of his feelings giving you courage.

“What did I say about calling me that?” He growls, stepping closer to press himself against you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir – is Kunikuzushi acceptable then?” You simper, mimicking his usual smirk to the best of your ability.

His eyes widen and his cheeks and ears flush a faint pink as he grumbles, dropping his arms to wrap them around your waist.

“Keep it up and I’ll have to drag you to your bedroom and teach you a lesson, brat,” he growls, pressing his mouth to your ear.

You turn your head to press a kiss to his neck, grinning uncontrollably now as you both shift seamlessly back into the dynamic that had been created when he had gotten settled in your group – the usual snarky banter and the easy affection you give him comforting after the unsureness that was present just now.

“Is that a threat or a promise? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, pulling away to grasp your arm and drag you out of the room.

“Wait, what–?” You stammer, following him gracelessly.

“It seems that I still have to teach you some fucking manners, slut.”

Glancing back at you as he leads you through the door, the look in his eyes and his smirk makes your face heat.

“But you’ll be a good girl and cooperate with me, won’t you?”

You swallow, overwhelmed with all of the filthy thoughts that run through your mind before you shake your head to ground yourself.

It had required a lot of vulnerability and a rollercoaster of emotions, but you finally know your feelings are reciprocated… and as you let him take you to your room you realized that Scaramouche was about to show you just how much in long, excruciatingly wonderful detail.

© kaeyaphile, 2022 — do not repost or steal!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer smut #kayleigh.writes

[spirit-lanterns]

Imagine sticking pool noodles on the horns of Constance’s kids because they keep poking into things

Mm, Constance did do that for her kids when they were too young to learn what “careful” was. I imagine that Reader has walked in on Constance just cutting up some neon pool noodles, and when she asks what her mate is doing, Constance just takes one of the tubes and sticks it on her baby’s horns 😭

Now her baby buns are just hopping around with massive pool noodle rings on their heads, bonking into so many things but not feeling it.

#🕯️spirit box #casino au

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

#dove does events #100 follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x gn reader #dove answers #twst fluff #soru! #decided to make the staring a bit more respectful than just *lip bite* hahaha; ya know #leona is also 'respectfully' looking at you; you're welcome #twst drabble #me; yeah they'll be between 300 and 900 words long [lies they will all probs be over 500 words each] #but also happy that you're going to town with the prompt i gave you; eat it up #idk what else to tag so yeah #leona “my eyes are up here” kingscholar #soru; i appreciate tatas #well there you go; ya got to see some leona tatas in a wet white shirt #i bonk reader with a stick

[atsullia]

It's been a while since I requested from you and because I spent half of my evening being teased for being short here's something </3

Can you write something about Raichi (lovingly) bullying his tiny s/o for being small and then they tease him back for something else out of nowhere and Raichi's just like "Where did that come from?" because he didn't know his s/o could ever say something even slightly mean HSBFNDNKDND

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲)

Pairing(s): Raichi Jingo, Reo Mikage, and Rin Itoshi x gn!reader (separately)

Author Note: This fanfic has been rotting in my drafts for days💀 Nah because fucking kids be making fun of me for being short😔😔 Life is not daijoubu🫠 the other two is kind of different from Raichi's but it still fits the title :)

Warning: swearing. And maybe one dirty joke? Eh. The reader is short.

 ꒰‧₊˚RAICHI JINGO☆༉‧₊˚.

In all honesty, it wouldn't be Raichi Jingo if he didn't tease you about your height. He would literally bully you about your height in any chance he gets, and sometimes it's not even related about how short you are!

He would always rest his arm on your head, making you an armrest for him as he chuckled in such a smug way you wanted to punch him.

This time was no exception as Raichi and you were walking down the sidewalk after eating lunch, he puts his hand on your head as he squished you down to make you shorter.

"You're so short, y'know-" Raichi chuckles as he ruffles your hair with a smug look on his face, "You're like the same height of a 7th grader! So smol and tiny."

The tone of his voice was baby-ish as he did it to rile you up on purpose. You stick your tongue at him and remove his hand from your head, "Raichi."

He perks up hearing his name, "Hm?" Your boyfriend looks down on you as he saw you smiled, which pique his interest.

"Y'know what else is small?" You looked up at your dear boyfriend as a smile turned into a smirk. Raichi blinked repeatedly at you, not knowing what's the answer, "wha-"

You snort a laughter and cut him off, "your dic-" And suddenly you felt your boyfriend elbow you on the side, not letting you finish.

"What the fuck!" Raichi blushed as he bonked your head and pouts, "Where the hell did that come from?!" You could only snicker at his reaction while coughing a bit from being elbowed.

"C'monn didja really have to elbow me that hard?" You huffed as you two continued to walk down the sidewalk- Raichi rolled his eyes at your question, "You deserve it. Plus, I didn't hit you that hard."

You stick your tongue out at him, neither of you two decide to continue the conversation, making the walk silent- until a few minutes, you wanted to lighten the mood a bit by making a joke.

"Hey, do you know what else is har-"

Raichi bonked you on the head as he stopped holding your hand and walked faster.

"Jin! Jingo!" You called his name and started walking slightly faster, trying to catch up with your boyfriend, "C'monn dudee!! It's was a joke!"

꒰‧₊˚MIKAGE REO☆༉‧₊˚.

Reo loves how short you are. He would sometimes tease you and call you pocket-sized or fun sized. He says it in such an endearing way that you can't stay mad at him- even if you wanted to.

You were about to get something out of the cupboard and tiptoed to get something, then you felt arms wrapped around you and someone resting their chin on your head, and chuckled.

"Do you need help with getting something, shortie?" Reo teased as he squeezed you in his arms, "Oh, sorry- ahem, I mean vErTicaLly cHAlLeNgeD~"

"I don't need your help, lamppost."

This is what you said before, but after three minutes of suffering and tiptoeing, you reluctantly requested Reo's assistance. He was smug as he added salt to the wound by mocking you, "I thought you didn't need from a lamppost."

Embarrassed and ashamed, you opened the cupboard again and accidentally struck Reo in the face with the door. Though it was an asshole move, you couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Reo, you're so tall that the cupboard door hits you!"

While you laughed at him and hurt his ego, he still helped you get a cup from the cupboard, like a good boyfriend he is.

"Thank you, lamppost~♡" You winked at him. While you were taking Reo's cup, your laughter died down a bit. "Tsk- your welcome, shrimpy," Reo rolled his eyes as he pouted, humbled by the damn cupboard.

 ꒰‧₊˚ITOSHI RIN☆༉‧₊˚.

Rin usually doesn't tease you about your height, but that doesn't mean he won't do it at some point. But there are times when he can't help it. You'll be in the same room as each other, and he'll give you a little smirk before asking, "Hey [name], can you get the English dictionary from the shelf?"

And of course, it was on a part of the shelf you couldn't reach. You couldn't even get it if you tiptoed.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Can't you reach it?" Rin asked. The tone in his voice was smug and condescending. You couldn't help but feel a little bit irritated by his tone and the way he asked the question.

"Shut up." You muttered, sitting on Rin's bed, doing schoolwork.

In response to your reaction, Rin snickers as he looks back at what he was doing before. "Y'know you're so short? Like very short," He commented out of nowhere, while you two were doing schoolwork.

"Honestly, I can't imagine being short like you," Rin smirked. He was really adding more fuel into the fire.

You narrowed your eyes as you stared daggers at him. That little shit- you could feel yourself getting more irritated as he talks even more.

"Hey Rinnie?"

"Hm?" He stopped at what he was doing and looked at you, "Y'know what's my favorite thing about being short?" You smiled as you watched his reaction, seeing how hard he thought, but couldn't come up with anything.

"I like being eye leveled at your mom chest~"

Rin took a long ass time to process what you said.. but when it finally clicked, he instantly blushed red.

"Y-you!" Rin stuttered as he threw a book at you, dodging it before he could hit your face. His flustered reaction makes it very amusing and funny to you.

You couldn't help but snicker at the tall boy's reaction- now you're the one with a smirk, enjoying every second of his reaction.

After a few minutes of you trying to dodge Rin's throws and not get hit, his mother entered the room, causing you to stop in your tracks. Resulting in your face being hit with a pillow. "Ow."

"Rin," His mother crossed her arms, sounding like she was about to scold him. She glanced at you, who was sitting on the floor, touching the place where the pillow hit you. "How could you do that?!" She sighed as she helped you up from the ground. Rin looked slightly disappointed but not ashamed of his actions.

"That must've hurt, sweetie," Rin's mother smiled in reassurance, "do you need a hug?"

You looked at her with a grin and were about to say yes before you got pulled by the collar of your shirt by Rin, "Oh hell nah!"

Rin glares down at you. After the comment you made, he ain't trusting you near his ma.

#jingo raichi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock #bllk headcanons #blue lock raichi #raichi x reader #reo mikage x y/n #reo mikage x you #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #bllk reo #reo x y/n #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi #blue lock imagines #blue lock drabbles

[jae-bummer]

More Than Fine

Request: Hi hi and welcome back!!! For prompt list, number 4 and Seventeen woozi please? Happy writing and have a great day hehehe

Prompt:

4) “You look good in my clothes."

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Seventeen Woozi x Reader

Genre: Fluff (with spicy undertones)

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"Mingyu! Mingyu, come ooon!" you groaned, pounding on the sliding glass door.

Cupping your hands to your eyebrows, you bonked your head into the window, trying to see inside. Empty.

"Kim Mingyu, you awful, awful himbo," you whispered, your eyes now beginning to dart around in panic. Surely he didn't...he wouldn't have...

You wiggled the door handle again, but your worst fears were only proven. He locked you out.

"Damnit!" you gasped, slowly sliding down the length of the window and plopping on your butt. You had only stepped out on the balcony for a matter of minutes to hydrate the wayward plants that were begging for water. Seungkwan had taken up gardening, and contrary to his belief, plants needed more than pep talks to stay alive.

As you had stepped out, you were certain you left the door cracked open behind you. Mingyu had seemingly been waiting patiently on the couch. The two of you had plans to study his English workbook so he could prepare himself for Seventeen's upcoming world tour.

Apparently he had other plans.

You bonked your head against the glass again just as thunder rumbled across the sky. It was only a matter of seconds before rain started to pelt you, drenching through your clothes only a few minutes after.

"I'm going to kill him," you whispered, looking longingly toward the phone you could see sitting on the coffee table in the living area. "It's going to be a slow death."

Closing your eyes, your body began to mutiny against you. Shivers began rocking through your shoulders and down your spine, the wind picking up as the rain did.

"You know," a muffled voice said softly. "Jeonghan just cleaned that window."

Popping your face up immediately, you could have wept with gratitude. Woozi was standing on the opposite side of the window.

"Jihoon," you said with a weak smile. "Can you please unlock the door?"

Furrowing his brows, he looked down at you incredulously. "It's unlocked."

"I'm sorry, repeat that? I think I have water in my ears," you squeaked. You could feel the beginnings of embarrassment pumping under your skin. "It won't open."

"Aaaah," Woozi nodded knowingly. "When the weather gets bad, the door sticks."

"The door sticks," you repeated, a numb feeling sweeping through your body.

With a few pulls, and a surprisingly attractive view of Woozi's arm veins, he had pretty much seamlessly slid the door open.

"What were you doing out here anyway?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he accessed your situation.

"Watering the plants." You still hadn't made any move to get up, choosing to wallow in your own misery.

"But it's raining," Woozi said with all of the sense in the world.

"It was not ten minutes ago," you whispered.

"Don't you use the weather app?"

"Jihoon," you started, slowly getting up from your seated position. "Where's Mingyu?"

"He went to go get food with Wonwoo. Why?" He asked, tilting his head.

You stepped through the door, Woozi immediately sidestepping to avoid the dripping rain falling from your clothes. "Did he tell you I was here?"

"He said you were doing something and you would meet him at the restaurant," he said, shaking his head in misunderstanding. "And he texted you about it."

You motioned helplessly to the phone sitting on the small table to the side of where the two of you were standing. Recognition clicked and all of Woozi's cylinders were beginning to fire with understanding.

"Well, shit," he mumbled.

A few moments passed in silence.

"You look miserable, let's get you warm," he hummed.

You felt your shoulders relax at his words. "Can I shower?"

"Yeah, but I think all that's in there right now is Vernon's 3-in-1 shampoo. I'll dig out my stuff from my shower caddy," he said, leading you toward the shared bathroom.

"You would have a shower caddy," you grumbled. Since you had met the boys of Seventeen, Woozi had always been a bit of an enigma to you. You weren't terribly close, as he was most often locked away in the studio, but what you had seen of him was very carefully pieced together. He was guarded, and seemingly a bit self conscious. You couldn't figure out why. He was gorgeous and hardworking. In your opinion, he should be the picture of smooth confidence. You noticed how he thought before he spoke and treated his members with consideration and kindness. You wanted to get to know him, but had never managed to get around to it. Plus he had always made you feel slightly thrown off somehow. You felt yourself wanting to impress him, wanting to make him laugh. His smile was like currency, and you needed more transactions.

Waddling to the bathroom, you attempting to keep the drips minimal as you followed behind your savior for the day.

"I'll grab the body wash and towels, feel free to get the water started," he directed. Taking a few steps forward, he immediately walked backward and looked you up and down. "Clothes, I'll get some of those too."

"Dry ones preferably," you grinned, but this only caused him to nod before he disappeared again. Why did you insist on talking? He probably thought you were a total goob.

Puffing out a sigh, you glanced to yourself in the mirror, mildly horrified by your reflection. You looked like someone had attempted to drown you and came dangerously close to succeeding. Just the look you wanted to achieve, especially when conversing with an overwhelmingly attractive man.

You winced away from the sink and moved toward the shower, cranking the handle almost as far as it could go in the direction of hot water. Steam shortly began wafting around you, but you continued to shiver, your wet clothes weighing you down.

"Maybe I can slip in before he gets back," you muttered to yourself, eying the slightly ajar door. Surely if he didn't see you, he would just leave the stuff and shut the door...right?

Wrong.

Just as you had begun to peel off your top, you heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Yaaah," Woozi hissed. You spun around to find his eyes wide, taking you all in. A blush appeared across his cheeks before he realized he was openly gawking. Throwing one hand over his eyes, he pushed the other out before him, flinging forward the items he had been carrying.

"I'm sorry!" you gasped, immediately throwing your hands down, but your shirt just wasn't coming with them. The slick fabric remained stuck around your shoulders, the heat of mortification flooding your body.

"Just...just..." Woozi stuttered, setting the items down on the floor before you and peeking occasionally through his fingers to see what he was doing. "Take it."

"Got it! Yup, thank you," you groaned as you heard the door click shut.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and counted to ten. After your shower, you would explain to him that you weren't trying to be a creep, you simply thought you could get in the shower before he came back.

Stupid, stupid Y/N.

Taking hold of your shirt and finally yanking it from your body, you began to work on getting off your other garments. You didn't feel true relief until the hot water was smoothing out your muscles and your earlier nerves. A shower almost always could fix a situation.

Too bad it couldn't fix your memory. You found your thoughts continually slamming back to the look of panic on Woozi's face as he saw you nearly half naked. Panic and something else that you quite couldn't explain.

You really hoped he didn't think it was your weird way of coming on to him or a horrifying joke that you were playing. Woozi was nice, wholesome even. Sure, he was incredibly attractive and talented, but all of your friends were in their own ways. You shouldn't be yearning for him to make you feel special. To forgive and admit that he may not have been truly horrified by what he saw.

Turning off the water, you slipped out of the shower and began to towel off. Lifting the clothes Woozi had dropped on the floor, you realized they were a pair of his notorious short shorts and a faded tee. You pulled them close to your body, your mind whirring in every direction. You hadn't considered that the simple pieces of fabric would be his. Of course that would be the obvious choice if he was going to fetch you clothes, but for some reason it hadn't clicked. After the brief moment you too had awkwardly shared, this somehow felt oddly intimate.

After spending as much time as you thought was acceptable hiding in the bathroom, you finally gathered your resolve and opened the door. You could hear soft music floating from farther down the hall. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you shuffled your feet in the direction of the noise and found yourself appearing in Woozi's doorway.

Leaning on his bed, he looked up from his phone and toward you. His cheeks were immediately flushed again as he took you in.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, opting to watch him watch you.

After a moment, he cleared his throat before giving his head a small shake. "You look good in my clothes."

Yup, you had definitely slipped in the shower and hit your head. "What?"

"My clothes," he repeated quietly. His eyes darted to yours and then quickly away again. "You look good in them."

"Oh," you breathed. "Uh...thanks."

Woozi nodded, setting his phone down. Judging from his expression, he looked like he was having an internal struggle with himself. Motioning as if he was going to stand at least three times, he finally chose to do so and crossed the room to stand before you.

"Look, Jihoon, I-" you began, but cut yourself off at the sight of his hand reaching toward your t-shirt, gripping the fabric near your hip.

"You?" he asked quietly, gazing through his lashes.

Suddenly your brain evacuated all thought. The only thing ringing like an alarm was the fact that he was touching you. After that humiliating moment, he was choosing to be this close.

Right, the humiliating moment.

"I'm sorry about the bathroom," you said, your voice coming out surprisingly breathy. "I-I thought I could hop in the shower before you came back. I was just...so c-cold from my clothes and-"

"Are you still cold?"

You were on fire, but you didn't want to tell him that. Rationally, you knew it could mean he'd stop touching you, but if he did that, you were pretty sure you were going to die.

You gave a weak nod, tracking his movements closely as he reached forward and grasped the fabric at your opposite hip.

"I hadn't really expected to...feel all of the things I did," he said, his blush now spreading toward his ears. You could tell he was using every ounce of confidence to make it through what he was doing. "If you were okay with me seeing you that way...please let me know. I should have knocked, or let you know I was coming. I really am sorry..I admit I feel a bit shameful for looking so long."

"Oh," you said softly. This wasn't quite what you had expected.

"It's just...i don' know, Y/N," he whispered. "Something clicked that I hadn't expected to and...if you want me to back up, I will. If you don't feel the same and I'm making this awkward just say the word."

"This is fine," you found yourself saying, reaching up to set your arms on his shoulders. "More than fine."

#woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen #svt #jihoon #woozi x reader #woozi fic #woozi fanfic #woozi fluff #lee woozi #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #kim mingyu #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #seventeen fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi i was wondering if you could do headcannons for the Papas with a reader that uses a mobility aid

If you're not comfortable with that it's completely fine

As someone who probably needs a mobility aid, yuh. - Zenith/Jasper

Papas with s/o with mobility aid

Primo

Well, he's not the most mobile, either. He started using a cane a few weeks after his retirement. Doesn't use it all the time, but it's a necessity on bad days. So he understands.

He gets his ghouls to arrange his office and quarters to be as accessible to you as possible.

Goes on walks with you on good days. Makes you nice, fresh tea and rests with you on bad days.

He has a few potted plants in his room just for you so you can feel like you're helping out with the garden.

Secondo

Secondo understands. Do you see that staff he has?

It is a bonking stick, but doubles as a cane, for days where his hips just.. don't agree.

Makes sure that you have the best aid's that you can get. Making sure that you get all the things that you need and the best pain meds that you can get, if needed.

On good days, he walks with you, pacing with you, hand tightly wrapped around his staff. The other watching you just in case you need to sit down.

On bad days? Do not expect to leave the bed until you could run a marathon. If you need to go somewhere? He can go. He can carry you. No working for you.

Terzo

They are well versed in mobility aids. Zephyr has multiple they use, so Terzo is completely used to them.

He’ll sit you down and ask questions on what kinds you use, if you’re comfortable with them helping, if there’s anything else he needs to know in order to best help you out.

If you work in his office; you’ll find it completely rearranged to make it more accessible for you.

Copia

If you use a wheelchair, he drives alongside you on his tricycle, trying to make it fun for you.

Offers to push you around if your arms get tired.

Races you. Drives into a wall. Gets forehead kisses because he hurt himself. Profit.

When it comes to crutches or canes, he doesn't really do much, just tries to make sure you

Most of your dates include just chilling together so you don't have to strain yourself.

Old Nihil

It's a miracle he doesn't need one at his age, honestly...

But somehow, this bastard walks just fine, maybe a bit slower, but does make him a perfect companion for walks, since he naturally matches a slower pace you might have to take when using a cane or crutches.

Might get the twins to push you if your arms get tired while using a wheelchair, with one of the twins pushing your chair and the other dragging around his oxygen tank.

He's very happy to just sit and rest with you whenever needed.

Young Nihil

With his history, it's a miracle this dumbass isn't in a wheelchair, honestly. He just keeps getting into trouble and tripping over nothing.

He jokes about it, saying that once he needs a wheelchair, you two should totally race.

Offers you a piggy back ride to the nearest seat if you get tired and then you two just chill there.

Cuddles and kisses after a hard day!!

~

Papas I, IV and Papa Nihil written by Nosferatu.

Papa II written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa III written by Death.

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[jtkys]

I just- LOVE your shit

Hobie with a musical theatre rather whos in college for that? Cause I really don’t see him going to college I KNOW he didn’t even like regular school so why would he go to college? And theatre reader is into witchy stuff-

-Dice eater Anon

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐦!!! 𝐈𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝.

✩☆ 𝐇��𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☆✩

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧) (•̀ᴗ•́)و

★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰...

• honestly dice eating anon, you’re totally right!! He doesn’t believe in… the government. Nor the education system that’s set up.

• but that doesn’t mean he won’t support you in your journey to pursue whatever musical theatre-related career you choose.

• If you have a show? He’s coming to it. No questions. He will literally buy a ticket if he can’t sneak in, and that is SAYING SOMETHING.

• (he’s only doing it because he knows the money will go to something that you love. If it wasn’t he couldn’t give more of af)

• he might listen to musical songs with you, and if you sing- then he’s gonna be all over you. He loves every single part of you, so obviously something as sweet as your voice? He’s gonna love it even more.

• after a long hard day of absolutely torturing your vocal chords, he’ll make you some drink to soothe the burn or roughness in your throat.

• I mean he gotta take care of your throat

•… so that you can swallow food properly smh. If u were fr thinking anything else then I’m gonna bonk u over the head with my stick. DONT MAKE ME DO IT

• but anyways he will have u sing lullabies for him so he can fall asleep

• would lowkey jokingly as you to sing UK drill in an opera voice 💀💀 (imagine “bro shoulda neva let me, I tell a bitch be gentle” in an opera singers voice IM HOWLING)

• isn’t a big fan of musicals unless the songs are really over the top. Flashing lights, stage decor, special effects, etc. so he will go to some with you!!

• tries to help you practice when you ask for it. I mean I hc that he was prolly a bit of a band kid 😭

• as for the witchy stuff?

• he thinks it’s fucking awesome, dude.

• gets a bit confused when you go on about cleansing him (you mean with incense. His initial reaction is “wot?? I showered this morning love, what’re you on about???” Until you explain it

• he doesn’t know all of it, but he knows some stuff

• manifestation, crystals, spirituality, stuff like that he’s sorta familiar with.

• it’s not necessarily his kinda thing completely but he would gladly indulge in it if it makes you happy!!

• I headcanons that hes a cat AND dog kinda guy, so he prolly has a pet black cat (his name is Fritz. Don’t ask questions) so he jokes a lot that it’s fate that he ends up dating a witch and owning a black cat

• honestly he finds it super interesting, and if you light candles and incense while doing ur witchy things then he’ll love you forever. This man prolly goes weak when the scent of lavender or cinnamon even comes NEAR him

• overall, like he would usually, he loves you a lot and respects what you do and what you enjoy. He’s happy if you’re happy, and that’s that. Take care of my sweet bbg PLEASE

𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭!! 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐠𝐠𝐠 ‼️‼️ /𝐥𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲/𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬!! /𝐧𝐟 \(^ヮ^)/

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[antiv3nom]

hi, i don’t know if you take requests (please forgive me and ignore this if you don't), but i was wondering if i could ask for some headcanons, please.

charaters: isagi, bachira, kurona and kaiser

prompt: when you cup his cheeks, kiss his nose and call him pretty.

okay hi!i have spent. an immense amount of time simply staring at this ask. deciding whether i wanna do x reader stuff or not. bc this is ABSOLUTELY not my wheelhouse, yk? i stick to character studies and pairings. however. for u anon, i will do it. bc this prompt is fucking adorable and i have feelings abt it

edit: these got. much longer than expected? so, enjoy? idk what to say anymore lmao

gender-neutral reader | not proofread

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Isagi isn’t all that well-versed when it comes to romance and such, but he sure as hell has a ton of love to give. Accepting affection, though…well, that’s another story. Every single time you do something even slightly romantic he’s melting into a puddle on the floor—sorry bestie, your boyfriend’s turned into goo and it’s your fault.

So, god forbid you do something explicitly affectionate towards him, he’s overheating the moment you place your hands on his face (which TBH just makes the experience even better, your hands were kinda cold). You observe his rapidly reddening face and notice, for the first time, that his ears get pink when he blushes, as does the tip of his nose.

And so, you mutter, “Pretty…” under your breath, and give into the temptation to place a small kiss right on his nose. He starts to splutter, eyes going wide. He’s positively bluescreening at this point, not a single coherent thought in this boy’s head.

“Takes one to know one,” he mutters right back, which makes you pull your hands back and laugh. He uses this opportunity to cover his face, whining about being embarrassed or something or other. You can tell that he loves it though, if only from the smile he can’t bring himself to hold back.

-x-x-x-

Bachira, similar to Isagi, is inexperienced with romantic relationships, but unlike the other egoist, Bachira actually has the capability to be chill about something. He simply chooses not to, because what fun is that? Why would you be normal when you could be…not that?

You’ve found yourself quickly getting used to his antics but never tiring of them, considering how many are just his way of showing his love for you—acts of service and physical touch, anyone? You’ve come to expect a forehead bonk in greeting or a hand fiddling with your fingers whenever Bachira may get bored. Every once in a while, though, you return the favor, in one way or another.

The moment Bachira feels your touch on his face, he breaks out beaming. He loves loves loves physical affection, it’s just always nice to feel the adoration you have for him. His hands come up over yours to trap them in place as you scooch your way closer to him, placing a tender kiss on his nose, making him grin in that way that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch up just a little.

That smile gives way to laughter, and Bachira’s laughter is positively contagious. Through your giggles, you say to him, “You’re so pretty,” as you admire his truly adorable appearance. You reach up to ruffle his hair, but he grabs your wrist, returning your palm to his cheek.

“You’re warm,” he says, “let’s stay here,” giving your hands a small squeeze and making puppy dog eyes that are incredibly effective on you.

“Okay, silly,” you say, laughing once again. You two aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, but you aren’t about to complain. You love spending time with Bachira.

-x-x-x-

Kurona isn’t one for explicit displays of affection. He typically doesn’t go for more than a quick kiss on the cheek or an intertwined hand unless otherwise prompted. That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy physical touch, of course, he’s a big fan of watching movies snuggled up on the couch or laying across your lap while you play with his hair, but typically you’re the one that has to initiate.

In that way, it wasn’t too much of a surprise to him that you were the one to grab his face and not vice versa, but it was a bit more…abrupt than he was used to. Again, he’s never going to complain, he just really wasn’t expecting you to be so forward this time. It’s a welcome shift.

He’s not really the type to get all blushy at a compliment, but when the words, “How are you so pretty?” leave your mouth, he can’t help but avert his gaze a little bit. As he’s looking away, you manage to sneak a peck onto his nose, making him just a little bit more flustered.

“I should ask you the same thing,” he says back, voice a bit unsteady, not really used to being outright complimented. You tilt his face just everso more upward, and his eyes match up with yours again, as he admires your visage for what feels like the millionth time as it lights up with the smallest of smiles. He can feel his own mouth mirroring you. He can’t help it—you being happy makes him happy, every time.

-x-x-x-

Kaiser is the world’s biggest menace. He also happens to be your boyfriend, which you truly don’t understand in the slightest. Not that you don’t deserve him, no, just that he’s so goddamn annoying, you don’t really get how you ever put up long enough to entertain his crush, let alone your own. Maybe it was his persistence? He never would leave you alone.

And still, here you are, suffering through his antics and hopelessly in love. You have to admit though, literally every single time you say anything even remotely nice to him, he gets all…well, he gets all Kaiser about it. Although, that often means that you get littered with affection of his own, which you’ll gladly take.

Every once in a while though, you just can’t help yourself. On the rare occasion that Kaiser isn’t completely busy, you sometimes find yourself just gazing at him, his hair, his goddamn eyeliner, his stupid tattoo…he was infuriatingly gorgeous, and he was yours.

So you took his face into your hands, looking directly into his eyes that somehow perfectly matched the dye in his hair, which was a truly magnificent feat. You let yourself be a little soft, let him know that despite it all, you do really love him. You softly kiss his nose and smile at him, whispering, “You’re really pretty, you know.”

“I know,” he says, instantly ruining the moment with that stupid smirk of his. Hey, you couldn’t say you hadn’t tried. As you sigh and move away, he grabs your face right back and returns the kiss with the same gentle touch you had used—far from his usual passion, but much much sweeter. “And I know you are too,” he mutters, laying his forehead against yours. It’s moments like these where you’re glad you fell in love with this idiot.

-x-x-x-

im. probably not doing this again. but it WAS fun. ty anon <3

p.s. - that last ficlet was the hardest thing ive ever written istg i am a kaiser hater for life so dont ever say i didnt do anything for yall /lh

#im not putting this in the writing tag #i will not be perceiving this after posting it skdgjksldjg #bllk #blue lock #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kurona ranze #michael kaiser #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #literally never thought i would use those tags #stop beholding me <3 #like u can rb if u want #but Oh My God #i will never mention this to anyone ever