#MC x reader

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

ErROr

[2.]

Love and Deepspace Various! / Reader

《File welcomes you! Enter! ... Good Luck.》

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Huming to the soft music playing in the cafe, you gently stir the brew. The smell of fresh bread and sweet syrups always lingering in the air.

You were glad for the calm evening, the morning rush had gone by rather quickly. Each order different than the last, yet you and youe colleuges made it through the first shift.

"Excuse me?" A polite voice pipes up. Giving the costumer your attention, your eyes widen at the familiar heroine hunter.

"Hello again! What can I get you Miss MC?"

You playfully smile, as the brunette beauty grins back at you.

"My usual, please."

"Alright, unicorn hair and a dish rag, comin' up!" You state innocently as her eyes widen. Her laughter lighting on the cafè as you turn away to the coffee cups.

Not seeing her lean her palm against her chin, eyeing the curve of your shoulder blades as stretch a arm up to the higher shelves.

'I wish I was that cup~!' She screamed iternally. This little haven of her's being the few solaces in her stressful life. Bringing out her phone, texting her friend, using every bit of sensabilty to not take photos of you.

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You swoon openly, heart-eyed and face warm as you recount your feelings. Though, you knew telling the male of who your affections were for wouldn't make him bat an eye, (since he loved MC), it weirded you out at his strange behavior. Eyes slightly cold as his frown deepens into a pout.

You ignore it, knowing you had no chance with the love intrest. (At least you could swoon about the other male leads since they didn't know it was them you were talking about.)

"Hm? You okay?" You pause your rant, eyeing the blonde.

"...No."

"O-oh.." You head slightly lowered, toying with the holding trey. "A-ahm.. I'll just, get your order, Xavier." The friendly tone dying in your throat as you walk away. Frowning, know you shouldn't be pushing your luck. You'd at least hoped to be on friendly terms! You knew he wasn't as cold as he presented himself! But.. That was reserved for the MC only.

While wandering back to the kitchen, the blonde runs his fingers through his locks. Upset for being the cause of loosing your enthusiasm.

Jelousy spiking up quietly in his heart when recalling MC proudly showing off your number in her phone. Or hearing your sweet words of praise directed to someone else.

He'd have to find away to get it.

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Sitting on the bar-stool, you eye the giant glass shard stuck in your leg. Trying to fake the pain, you were honestly nonchalant at the at the injury.

It couldn't really do damage.

Sweating slightly, you smiled nervously at the doctor.

Zayne carefully lifts your leg close to him, tenderly gripping your skin as he eyes injury.

"Okay... One, two... THREE." He stated, pulling out the glass stuck in your thigh. You blink, nothing, no scream, no blood... Nothing.

"...." The doctor blinks at you in disbelief. Shakily placing the shard down on the bar-counter.

"...Y.. Your body still must be in shock." The male rationalized, fingers digging into the flesh of your leg.

"O-oh... Y-yeah..." You hear the jingle of the cafè's door opening. Alerting the two of you as Zayne's body cages around you.

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The painter eagerly pushes you down on one of the dressing room chairs. Smirking as MC walks into one the dressing rooms.

"You know... I think this color would look wonderfully on you." He spoke casually, sliding up closer to you. Holding up a shimmering blue dress with bits of jewels threaded into the seam.

You thought it looked really familiar to certain outfit of his-

"Huh.. I don't think it's my size though." You shrug, "the last outfit you handed me was a bit tight. I couldn't even pull the ziper up for the back."

You recall a few moments earlier, when MC eagerly wanted to take a selfie with you in that piece. Rafeyal immediately forwning and trying to push between you. To the point his hands pushing at your back away from the female Hunter.

Not seeing the grin he shot her when he carresed your naked lower spine.

"Though, I really wish you'd acompany me and Miss Bodygaurd to the exhibit."

"Oh? That's really nice of you to offer, but I-... Well.." You let a silly smile overtake your face. Dreamily sighing as you glace away, your heart couldn't take his pout.

"I.. uhm.. Got a date?"

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Seeing that familiar smirk, you got another case of butterflies. Swallowing down your swooning, you notice a customer calling you over.

Passing by the male, you use all of your will power to ignore him. Eyes shinning with utter affection, you direct those feelings away. Greeting the costumer that called you eagerly.

Feelings still rampanging over your heart, you do your best to pay attention to the order.

Heading back to the counter, your co-worker writes down Sylus order as you start perparing the coffee.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to add on to my order. But may I have two smaller drinks with the order."

"Of course!" You pipe up, not daring to meet his gaze as you shake the syrup canister.

"Thank you, (Y/N)..."

He sounded out the name cheekily, with you heart fluttering about. You don't see that your name-tag was no longer on your shirt.

Instead, hidden within his coats pockets for safe-keeping.

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[Hiya! I wrote this as a idea I had awhile ago! It was originally in the concept as a full fledege idea. But I scrapped it, sorry! Enjoy! Thanks for reading, if you wanna know more. Send in a ask!]

[chryssikyu]

Princely MC

Description: What happens when a normal girl meets a beautiful female ikeman?

Pairing: MC × Reader

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It's a beautiful day! Calm sun rays, gentle breeze, not too hot, not too cold. Perfect weather for a perfect day right?

Yeah- no.

You don't have time to revel in the nice weather as you run through the park. You had woken up late, had no time to shower or apply any makeup, and you were getting texts from your boss asking when you were coming in.

So yeah, not a great start to the morning, but hey! What else could go wrong?

I'll tell you what else; a couple of kids playing soccer.

Or more specifically, a couple of kids playing soccer, and one kicking the ball a little too hard. Causing it to come flying at you. As you watch it falling towards you, you freeze waiting for the impact and pain.

Maybe you could use it as an excuse to get out of work?

Right before it can hit you though, a figure obscures your vision, a long leg flies up and kicks the ball away.

Once your life is no longer in mortal danger, the figure turns around, exposing a young woman with long brown hair, and pretty brown eyes.

You froze as she peered down at you, she was only a little taller, but its enough if a height difference that you have to tilt your head up to look into her honey brown eyes. She looked so cool! She wore a long black sleeve jacket over a red tube piece and black pants that accentuate her long and elegant legs.

For a moment you don't hear anything, somehow infatuated with this incredible woman and examining her entire face, until you get to her lips. They were moving, had she been talking the entire time!?

Quickly honing back in you asked.

"Uh, huh?"

She chuckled for a second, a cute noise as she brought her hand up to mouth.

"I asked you if you were okay." GODS!! Her voice was so pretty! It was gentle yet firm, and it was a little deeper than most girls, but still feminine!

You couldn't help but blush, here you were just going about your crappy morning, when suddenly heaven sends you a prince in a beautiful girl's body! The God's must have felt bad for you...

Quickly shaking your head and almost getting whiplash you look up at her.

"N-no. I-I mean yes! I'm okay!" Why were you stuttering!? It's just a normal woman! Yeah she kicked a ball away before it could hit you! And yeah she was pretty hot by normal standards. But this is no time to be so weak!

"That's good," She spoke gently, lifting a hand up to your hair and gently plucking a leaf out of it. "I would hate to see a cute girl like you get hurt."

. . .

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! SHE IS SO COOL! Is she flirting with you!? You can't tell! But that was like straight out of a fairytale! Compose yourself! At the very least thank her!

But before you can even get the words out she looks back behind her and turning back to you.

"I have to get going now, stay safe!" She turns around and starts jogging back to a group of men.

And she's gone.

Gone for good...

You blew it...

Good job.

Speaking of blowing it, weren't you late for work?

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You were, in fact, very late.

You got chewed out by your manager, in front of your other coworkers and some customers. It was embarrassing to say the least. It didn't help that you were on shuffling duty, you worked at a decent store that sold plenty of stylish clothing, shoes and accessories, and alot of customers don't know how to put things back where they found them. So there you were, busy busting your ass, picking up hefty boxes of shoes and carrying them to their proper places.

It wasn't easy, you weren't weak by any means, but you're one person! Carrying a pile of boxes that obscure your vision! Not to mention there was an influx of customers, meaning your coworkers who were helping them, kept piling more boxes on top of you!

It got to the point your entire field of view was impeded by the boxes you had to carry, yeah you knew your way around the store, but you were about to either drop everything or bump into someone!

AND YOU WERE STILL HUNG UP ABOUT THAT GIRL!

You deeply regretted not getting her name, let alone her number! She really was very gorgeous. Dark brown hair that shone almost bronze in the sunlight, long and straight that framed her face so elegantly. Long, dark eyelashes that surrounded her beautiful brown eyes, and her iris' were like caramel mixed with chocolate. It looked like she wore a little bit of eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss but that was it. No heavy make up that changed the shaped of her face, meaning she was so beautiful all on her own.

You couldn't help but let out a small sigh in remembrance of her gaze, firm yet so gentle. You couldn't stop wondering about her, how sweet her voice was, how quick she was, and her strong legs.

You were so lost in thought you didn't see the box on the floor in front of you, not like you could see it through the boxes you were still carrying. Your foot gets caught on the box, causing you to trip and fall forward. You let out a yelp as you feel your body closing in on the ground, when suddenly you get the weirdest sense of deja vu.

A hand suddenly shoots out and wraps around your middle, keeping you from falling, whilst another arm quickly grabs the boxes you were carrying all on one hand. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes until you hesitantly open them, peering up at your savior.

"We really ought to stop meeting like this." A familiar voice chuckled.

Soon you were face to face with the hottie from this morning. The only difference was that her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and piercings lacing her ears.

HOW IS SHE EVEN COOLER!???

If this were an anime you'd be doing the weird whine from behind your fist as hearts form in your eyes.

In fact, I think that is what you were doing.

You were definitely ogling this poor woman, although if she noticed, she didn't care. She just helped you stand up, keeping her hand on your lower back as she kept you steady.

"You alright hun?"

You barely muster out a breathy mhm, continuing to stare at her, examining her figure you noticed she was wearing a button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, slacks and suspenders, and watch on her wrist.

She looked like an ikeman from your animes!! She looked at the boxes in her hand and back to you, her brow furrowed a little.

"This is alot for one person to carry, why don't I help you?"

"R-really? You would do that?" Your eyes were definitely sparkling at her, you were almost melting from how awesome she is.

She just chuckles and nods.

"Of course, anything for a cute girl like yourself." She said with a wink.

God's if you weren't swooning so much you'd start squealing like a fangirl meeting their favorite celebrity. Actually, this girl was quickly becoming your favorite celebrity!

You accept her offer of help, taking half of the boxes and leaving her the rest. You actually took less than her but only because she wouldn't let you carry anymore.

"I'm perfectly fine carrying this much."

And it was certainly true! I mean she already carried all of the boxes in one hand before handing some off to you. You lead her to a section just before the back, placing the boxes in your hands down and going to take the ones from hers.

"H-here, let me!" You shakingly reach for them, your hand brushing against hers as you take them. You blush as you feel her long fingers slip out from yours and carry the boxes to a counter.

"Thank you so much!" You began sorting the boxes. At least moving them off of eachother.

"It's alright! You don't need to thank me."

"But I want to!" You quickly turned around, your hand hitting the corner of the table realy hard and with a loud thwack!

"Ow!" You quickly hold your hand to your chest.

"Are you alright?" She asked worried. You smile and nod, looking down at your hand which was already bruising.

You frowned at the ugly blemish, groaning that today was just not your day.

Without noticing, the girl quickly came up to you and gently took your hand in hers.

You were about to inquire what she was doing when suddenly, she bent a little and lifted your hand up to her lips and gave the bruise a small tender kiss.

You felt your face explode in blush when you felt her lips against the back of your hand.

She looked back up at you with a smile and a playful gleam in her eyes.

"There, feel better?" Her voice was low and much more quiet, it almost felt erotic despite the fact she was kissing your booboo like a mother would a child.

You barely manage to stammer out an answer when she chuckles and stands up straight, lifting her own hand she playfully ruffles your hair a little.

"Hey, I gotta get back to my group, take care!" She turns around and begins walking away from you.

Quickly snapping out of your haze you you stumble after her.

"W-wait! Can I at least get your name??"

She stops, turning around and smiling at you with creased eyes.

"Of course! Call me MC!" And with that, she leaves. Again.

MC...? Even her name is cool... although it's not very helpful. But, at least you got to put a name to a face.

To a very cool, pretty face.

Now if only you had asked for her number...

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《Hope you liked it! I'm not the best at writing, and there are surely typos and errors! But hey at least I did it! Can't say the same for the rest of my life 😅😥😢😭》

[blushingamethyst]

Concept:

Reader loves Mc too, but Mc always picks the boys.

In a new reincarnation, reader is made a monster and is given the task of killing Mc.

However when they’re face to face, reader can’t do it.

Reader can remember their past, and just wants to be important to Mc.

“Why did you leave me…”

Includes a (Good Ending) and (Bad Ending)

“Why do you always pick them over me? Why can’t you love me!”

Noting this for myself for I don’t forget

[promptedwordsmith]

Omg omg just thought of an idea

So we know the mc has a lot of love interests

What if we had one where she had a bestfiend that she grew up with , fem! reader.

And this best friend has been with her since the thick and thin so when MC gets diagnosed with that protocore syndrome it devastated reader cuz the mc can’t do a lot of the stuff she used to do with her cuz of her heart.

Reader is in love with MC but can’t tell her cuz she knows that MC likes boys so she stays quiet.

What if she sees all the chaos that goes on in MC’s life after meeting the love interest , like being a hunter and also rafayals bodyguard as well as helping sylus and such. She’s always just there, she makes snips at time at the boys when they’re being to pushy or just in jealousy at time.

she sees the strain that it puts on MC and decides enough is enough , and has an argument with the MC when she tries to stop her from doing going off with one of the love interests on another one do their ‘dates/mission’.

This argument is pretty bad As reader talks about the boys and how they’re causing stress on her , but MC is just denying it and insults the reader about how she’s always rude around them - this leads them to not speaking.

They both ignore each other for a while but MC’s heart gets bad , reader hears this and makes a very drastic decisions

One day, Zane approaches MC with the fact that there is a heart available for MC, it matches her perfectly (somehow) , after getting the heart surgery to replace her old one, she missed Reader and wanted to speak to her, she asks whose it was , then Zane goes quiet cuz he knew.

He gave the clipboard of the persons information to the MC only for the MC to cry when she seen that it was her best friend that gave up her own heart for the MCs life, it was the readers silent way of confessing.

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I hope this isn’t too complicated of an ask x

This was very interesting, I've never seen an ask for the MC x reader I switched some stuff up, hopefully thats OK and I named MC Noelle to keep my sanity!

You’ve known Noelle for as long as you can remember. Through childhood scraped knees and late-night talks about the stars, through laughter that made your ribs ache and silent moments when she felt like the only person in the world who truly saw you.

You should have been prepared for the day she got her Evol.

You weren’t.

At first, it was exhilarating—watching her light up when she realized what she could do, how she could be more. But then the reality of it settled in. The sleepless nights, the fights she threw herself into, the risks she took without a second thought. And worse than all of that, the diagnosis that changed everything.

Protocore Syndrome.

She was still Noelle. Still your best friend. Still the girl you—No. You don’t think about that.

But she wasn’t the same.

She couldn’t run beside you like she used to, couldn’t spend hours at the arcade trying to win the biggest prize, couldn’t do anything without the constant weight of her heart condition looming over both of you.

You tried to be strong for her. You tried to be the one constant in her life when everything else was shifting, when her body was betraying her. But watching her push herself, watching her smile through it, pretending it wasn’t tearing her apart—it was tearing you apart too.

And then came them.

One by one, they arrived. The love interests that seemed to pull her deeper into a world of chaos, each one demanding pieces of her in ways that made your stomach twist. Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb—every single one of them had their own gravity, pulling her in, stretching her thin. You watched as she threw herself into being a Hunter, into being Rafayel’s bodyguard, into chasing after Sylus’s reckless ideas.

You were always there. Always watching.

And when the teasing between them went too far, when they crowded her space, when they pushed and pulled at her like she was some prize to be won, your patience cracked. The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them—snide comments, pointed jabs. Jealousy burned in your chest, a bitter, ugly thing you had no right to feel.

Because you knew.

You knew Noelle liked boys.

She would never look at you the way she looked at them.

So you stayed quiet. Even when it hurt. Even when she collapsed from exhaustion and still insisted she was fine. Even when the stress of it all made her Evol unstable.

Until one day, you couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

It was after yet another mission-date, another moment where one of them had whisked her away like she wasn’t already carrying too much. You tried to stop her. She refused to listen.

The argument was ugly.

You told her the truth—the boys were pushing her too hard, pulling her apart, making everything worse. But Noelle wouldn’t hear it. She denied it, said you were just being rude, that you had no right to interfere.

Her words cut deeper than you thought they could.

And so, for the first time in years, you walked away.

You ignored each other after that. Days turned into weeks. Every time you saw her from afar, something in your chest ached, but you told yourself it was better this way. She had them. She didn’t need you.

Then you heard the news.

Her heart had gotten worse.

You knew what you had to do.

It was the only thing you could do.

The moment you heard the news—that Noelle’s heart was failing faster than expected—it was like the world had already made the decision for you.

Noelle had always been reckless with her life. She gave too much, ran herself into the ground, ignored her own limits for the sake of others. You had spent years watching her push herself past breaking points. And now, she was at one.

So you did what she never would. You made the choice she never could.

No one could know.

You started preparing in silence. You ate better, exercised lightly—nothing that would draw suspicion, just enough to keep your heart in the best condition it could be. You went to doctors, had check-ups, made sure everything was perfect. Noelle needed a heart, and you were going to give her yours.

Because in your mind, it had always been hers.

Late at night, when doubt crept in, you let yourself imagine what it would be like if things were different. If you had met her in another life, one where you could tell her how you felt, where she looked at you the way she looked at them.

But this was the only way you could say it.

You put your affairs in order. Quietly, methodically. You wrote a will, signed the necessary papers, and left one last request: that your heart be given to Noelle.

And then, you wrote her a letter.

It was the hardest thing you had ever done.

When the time came, Zayne was the one who received everything. He found your will on his desk, an unassuming envelope with his name written neatly on the front. He didn’t understand at first. Then his eyes found the clause.

Heart donation to: Noelle.

The blood drained from his face. His hands shook as he flipped through the pages, hoping—praying—that he had misread. That this was some kind of mistake.

And then he found the letter.

A smaller envelope, this time with Noelle’s name on it, sealed with careful precision. His breath was unsteady as he read the note attached:

Give this to her when she’s well enough. Not before. I don’t want her to worry.

It was the last thing you ever wrote.

That same day, Noelle’s transplant took place.

The surgery was a success. She recovered quickly, her body accepting the heart as if it had been waiting for it all along. But as the weeks passed, an ache settled in her chest—not physical, but something deeper, something missing.

She wanted to see you. Needed to.

And so, when she was finally cleared to leave the hospital, she went looking for you.

That was when Zayne knew he couldn’t keep the truth from her any longer.

He met her in his office, his usual cool composure cracking at the edges. He didn’t say anything at first. Just placed the letter on the desk between them, his fingers lingering over the paper like he didn’t want to let it go.

“Noelle,” he said, his voice strained. “This is from her.”

The moment she saw your handwriting, something in her stomach twisted. Her hands trembled as she picked up the envelope, as she broke the seal and unfolded the paper inside.

And then she read.

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Noelle,

If you're reading this, it means everything went according to plan. Good. That means you're alive. That means you're okay.

I need you to know something.

This heart was always yours. From the start. From the moment we met, before I even knew what love was supposed to feel like, it belonged to you.

And if this is the only way I get to tell you, then so be it.

I hope you get to do all the things you used to love again. I hope you run as fast as you can, laugh until you can't breathe, play those stupid claw machines and win something ridiculous.

I hope you live.

And I hope, maybe in another life, I'll get to love you in a way you can see.

Take care of my heart, Noelle. It's always been yours.

—Yours always

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The paper slipped from her fingers. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, the edges of her vision blurring.

No.

No, this couldn’t be real.

She stumbled back, shaking her head, as if she could deny it into not being true. But Zayne’s expression, the unbearable silence in the room—everything confirmed it.

You were gone.

And your last act had been giving her the one thing she never realized she needed most.

Her hands clutched at her chest, at the steady heartbeat beneath her ribs. Your heartbeat. Your love.

And for the first time since the surgery, she felt it—what had been missing.

You.

The realization shattered her.

She had spent so much time running towards a future she thought she wanted, surrounded by people who adored her. But the one who had been with her from the start, the one who had stayed through everything, had loved her quietly, completely—and she never saw it.

And now, it was too late.

Tears fell freely, soundless sobs shaking her shoulders as she gripped the letter like it could somehow bring you back.

But you were gone.

And she was here.

Living with your heart beating inside her.

Loving you too late.

[amphibiahawks321]

[Captain carter beating up training dummies]

M!Reader : gosh you're so hot when you're beating them up....

Captain carter : .....

Captain carter : Y/N you do realise we're training in the same room right?

M!Reader : Oh I know~ and by the way aren't we alone right now~?

Captain carter : ......

[Captain carter walked up to the door and locked it immediately]

[failgirl-debunker]

Oh yeah, self-insertception, baby. 8)

MC may not have much going on but you know what? She puts up with our fellas and that shit hard! So this is just a moment in a sea of MC indifference where she’s finally given her flowers 💐

[miss-sleepdeprived]

I wrote a little blurb with my spicy wife and the MC today. Thought it’s a cute little thing might as well share it. :))

“What did you want to be when you grow up?”

The question shocked the young hunter. “What do you mean?”

The older women smiled calmly looking at her with found eyes that seemed to know more then she did.

“I mean before you became a hunter. What did that little girl inside you want to be?” She elaborated.

Upon not getting a response Mrs. Qui responded to her own question.

“I wanted to be a ballerina.” She said turning back to the sky of the N109 zone. It was unusually clear tonight, it’s why she suggested they talk on the roof in the first place.

“Really?” The hunter asked in obvious disbelief. She’d seen the women tear people apart verbally and heard rumors of a much more violent past. And given her current standing in the N109 zone, violence is almost a must.

Regardless she smiled fondly at the sky. “Yes. They’re calm, graceful, and beautiful. Have you ever seen ballerinas preform before?” The hunter responded with a shake of her head.

“They’re like birds. Flying above this plane of existence not held down by gravity.” She paused before addressing her companion. “So tell me miss hunter. What did you want to be when you were small?”

She took a moment to think. Trying to remember the time before the accident before being a hunter was all she could think about. And cam to her answer.

“I wanted to be doctor.”

I got the inspiration from the tik tok audio that’s is like “they retire young ballerinas.” I hope someone knows what I’m talking about.

Anyhoddle I thought it was cute. Also did they ever mention Sylus’s last name? I’ve seen him called Sylus Qin so that’s what I went with but I can’t remember if I saw that in game or not. Much love!!

[nightmare-404]

I deadass wanna write a whole

Sung jinwoo x male reader fanfiction, but it would be like using the manhwa panels and the whole story but with certain changes.

Like adding the reader or some chapters being the readers viewpoint, or even just a day for themselves. Y'know...

I just, dont know.... it would be like the type of things I tend to think of: "How would it be if this oc or this person were to be in that story?" So i follow the storyline but with my own plot twist or like uhm, y'know, chapters with nothing of the chapters of the manhwa.

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[elvinapandra]

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

[vellatrelle]

Something something about Caleb and underwear

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

ERrOr 0.2

Love and Deepspace Various! / Reader

《File welcomes you! Enter! ... Good Luck.》

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Wiping down a few menus scattered around the café, you glance at the cloudy skies.

Not quite sunny, but rather plain. Reaching over to the blinds, you lower them down. Ready to close up since you had the key.

DING!

A young man wearing a familiar smile comes in, a jacket wrapped around him as hands laid in his pockets.

“...Are you still open?” He asked politely, the friendly and attitude lighting up the rather quiet cafe. 

Blinking at him, rag in hand. A somber, almost knowing grin creeps up your face. “I… Yeah, please. Come in.”

You move away from the blinds, barely having the courage to look at his handsome face. Setting yourself up at the register, you ask for his order, rag held tightly between your fingers.

He eyes the menu behind you, scanning over the titles until he settles on a few things. Two mini apple parfaits and a single coffee. 

Not even bothering to right down the order, you keep eye contact when asking for his name. Voice almost shrill as the rag becomes tatters in your grip.

“Oh! It’s Caleb.” 

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Holding the tearful girl in your arms, you keep your mouth shut. Patting her back as she wails incoherent nonsense by your ear. 

While, you wished to tell her the truth, you knew deep down you couldn’t. The only solace you could offer in her time of sorrow were merely gestures of comfort. Hoping it would be enough to appease the both of you.

Glancing at the apple parfaits sitting on your kitchen counter, you hold MC tighter.

-

Xavier blinked at the small bunny shaped dessert, the white porcelain plate glimmering against the sun from the window. You sit in front of him as he blinks the sleep away from his eyes, his lunch barely touched.

“Hi..? Are you awake?” You smile far to chipper, blinding him more the sun rays. Expecting the fawning gaze you directed at him, his lips part into a frown.

The expression you wore was unfamiliar to him. 

“...Mn, ‘sorry.”

“It’s fine, I thought some dessert would wake you up. Don’t worry, it won’t be on your bill!” You wink.

Amused, he nods, grabbing a spoon, lightly poking at the jiggly rabbit shaped pudding. You giggle, enjoying his actions openly. Xavier relaxes a bit, forgetting the small details from before.

“Hey… Is…” You pause, biting at your lips,nervously gripping the tray.

“Hm?” He hums, his beautiful blue eyes keeping sole attention on you.

“Is MC-... I mean-! So, are you and MC doing anything later? I’m free after closing, maybe we get something to eat?” You ask hopefully, knowing you would be dismissed from the offer. You even asked Zayne a day ago if he’d like to meet up for some grub.

Not knowing the next chance, you would be able to see him out and about! Yet before he could even give an answer, he got an urgent call from the hospital. Leaving in a hurry as he grabs your notepad and pen, writing something down before placing it on the table. Leaving soon after… Checking what he wrote in such a rush … HIS NUMBER!? 

You recall skipping home, swinging the paper about joyously.

“I would-”

“FINALLY! I FOUND IT!” 

Rafayel beams, the doors bell announcing his entrance as a sweating MC follows behind. Features censored for readers! 

“YOU…!” She grits out, before gasping and making a beeline towards you. Eagerly like a cat drawn to milk. “I’m so sorry about him, (Y/N)! I’ll kick him out right now!”

Yet she makes no move to do so as she sticks to you like glue, wrapping a hand around your waist easily. She plucks the cafe tray from you.

She holds it as if she were a brave knight, the tray her shield to protect what a knight holds dear! 

Glaring at the purple haired male. “Go, shoo fishy~!” She waves him off, the merman in question scowls.

“Sorry Miss Bodyguard, but I can’t at the moment, now if you would move-” Rafeyels tone was filled with annoyance as the female hunter shakes her head.

“Excuse me, I’d like to order…” 

Blinking, you regain your bearings as MC hisses at the new voice.

“Right! Sorry! Coming right over!”

Moving out her grip, you walk over to the disguised Sylus, you follow after him like a loyal dog. 

   “Not him too..!” She grunts stubbornly under her breath, exasperated. Sighing before receiving a text from Zayne that he was about to stop by the cafe for lunch. Asking if she wanted anything.

With another reluctant sigh, she texts back.

Rafayel huffs, scanning the small cafe, before his eyes settle on the small fish doodle placed near the menu, a few other animal drawings scattered around as well.

-

{Part 1. Side Story 1. Side Story 2. Side Story 3. Side Story 4. Side Story 5.}

[To celebrate the Caleb update! A two parter! I hope you guys like this new installment, if you guys got more caleb ideas or your favs, let me know! Thanks for reading! See yall later!]

@mangooes @deputy-videogamer @yoongi-tunes @3ophelia3 @kuni-k @paledonutking @i-literally-dk @liz9898

[chryssikyu]

I will write a short fic about a Princely, female MC x female reader.

It will be Fluff. No smut -yet.

And it will be about meeting MC and falling for her charm.

It will be short. But it will exist.

BUT ONLY IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT IT!!

Also the boring part is a joke, if you aren't into girls that's perfectly fine.

[aikkyuu]

my babyyyy! 😣 look at him sulking and pouting😭🤍

full credit to artist: @fishbone0306 on X!

[monogamia]

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Good enough

Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, unprotected angry sex, Caleb’s back and he’s jealous, breeding kink, mdni, not proofread sorry, this shit is NASTY i fear.

An: This one is for a dear friend of mine 🙂‍↕️ Thanks for making me pull out of my writer’s block. LOOK i’m so sorry if this is bad but i had to write SOMETHING to pull me out of this funk… i hope you all enjoy

How did you end up trapped underneath your half-cyborg best friend who was legally deceased while taking the meanest deep strokes of your life? Well, there’s a simple answer. Caleb knew Xavier was home.

Actually, he knew everything: the dates, the tender moments, the secret times, the nightly rendezvous. Pissed was an understatement.

Had you forgotten? Had you forgotten all the promises you two made each other when you were younger? Had you forgotten that you were fucking made for him? You had to have. That’s why you were stringing along 4 different guys. You were trying to fill a hole that only he could fill.

That had to be why.

Regardless, Caleb knew Xavier was the type to listen to you through the floorboards of his upstairs apartment. He was a lot alike Caleb in that sort of manner. They were both possessive freaks who couldn’t stand the thought of you being with somebody else.

That’s why Caleb was fucking you so hard — pounding your pretty pussy so deeply into the mattress that you were seeing stars with each mean thrust.

He used his size to his advantage. It was fitting. He’d always loved how much bigger he was than you. That’s how you received your adorned nickname: pipsqueak.

He planned on his first time with you being a lot more gentle than this. He planned on being sweet and loving. He planned on cherishing your body the way you deserve, but you just had to go and give yourself to 4 other guys before him.

“Stop crying.” His voice rumbled as his piercing gaze found yours — so much different than the sweet childhood friend you had. His hand covered your mouth as he hunched over your figure, still ramming his cock head into you ruthlessly. “I know you can take it. I’ve watched you take it before.”

Your eyes blinked back tears as you looked up at him. He was being so mean. You couldn’t believe this was the same doting Caleb that you grew up with, and you didn’t even want to think about the face he had been watching you…

“Fucking pussy’s made for me, and you’ve been letting other men try to make her feel good.” He growled as he used his less-than-human arm reach down and gently rub against your small button of nerves.

“Caleb-!” You choked out as your body writhed beneath him. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock splitting you apart, making you wholly his and his alone.

“That’s right… Say my name, baby. Tell me who’s making you feel so good.” He prompted with a confident smirk before he hauled your legs up above his shoulders, sinking even deeper into your dripping cunt.

Clawing at the bed, your back arched as you tried to cope with the intrusion. He’s so fucking deep it feels like you’re going to choke on him. “Caleb-“ You sob as your cunt pitifully clenches around him.

Feeling you wrapped around him so sweetly, crying out his name as you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure has Caleb revitalized with a new vigor. His hips work in tight circles, pumping his fat cock in and out of you as your cunt makes the most obscene squelching noises he’s ever heard.

“Such a fucking noisy girl. I should’ve know you were going to be a crybaby.” He teased before placing open mouth kisses along your neck snd shoulder.

“W-wait Caleb- calebcalebcaleb. I’m gonna..” You pant out nervously as his metal fingers were still rubbing languid circled around your cunt, and his tip was smooshing globs of precum against your cervix.

His fingers suddenly pinch down on your clit, making you cry out from the sensation. Your body went taut as you were being dangled on the edge of pleasure. His robotic arm wasn’t quite letting you get there.

You thought his arm was literally malfunctioning until you heard him chuckle from your suffering.

“You’re going to cum when I saw you can, okay baby?” He asked in that same condescending tone he always used when you two were younger.

His hips continued to roll after he was sure that you weren’t going to fall off the deep end, and he let out deep guttural groans, feeling your pretty pussy soak him. It was like you were practically trying to suck him in. He couldn’t believe he had waited this long to sink into your cunt like this.

and the best part about it was he knew your stupid upstairs neighbor was listening! Xavier knew you were down here getting railed, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Hell, if he even tried, Caleb would use his evol and force him kneel beside the bed as he drilled you even harder.

Fuck, the thought of slutting you out in front of every single one of your little boyfriends had his stomach tightening. His hips snapped forward into you with a pace that could only be described as feral.

You were a complete babbling mess at this point — utterly cock drunk as Caleb had you folded in half, filling you up to the brim with his length.

“Ohhh, that’s my girl.” He purred as he saw your glossed over look. “It’s coming, baby. I’m going to give you want you need.” He promised as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead that completely contradicted the ruthless way his hips were rutting into you.

“C-caleb- Caleb no, wait.. Don’t cum inside-“ You stuttered out in a panic. You hadn’t been by the pharmacy yet to pick up birth control, so technically, this was all unprotected.

“Why?” He growled as his back curled over. He was fucking mounting you while holding your thighs in the prettiest mating press he’d ever seen. “You fucking let them fill you up. Am I not good enough to breed this pussy?”

His hips slammed into you. It felt like he was trying to push his way straight into your womb. It was mind-numbing pleasure, making black orbs and stars dance across your vision.

“Look at me, baby.” He ordered, dragging your face to look back up at him. You could barely see straight. It was all too much. “You’re going to let your best friend breed you, and you’re gonna fucking love it. You’re going to cum all over this fat cock until you can’t breathe. Understand?”

You dumbly nodded your head, halfway hearing his words. Your pussy was aching to cum. Your swollen puffy folds were greedily accepting him in with every thrust. You wanted this. Birth control be damned. Everyone else be damned.

Caleb gritted his teeth together as he gave you a few more good harsh thrusts for good measure. He then crushed his body against yours, burying himself all the way to your womb before his cock started to jerk and pulse inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his thick potent cum. The only thing on his mind was the need to see you, his childhood best friend, round with his baby.

He needed to see the look on each other of those pricks’ faces when they realized you were spoken for.

The cherry on top was when he felt your walls clenching around him, happily milking his cock for everything he had while you sobbed and hiccuped his name. It seemed like his childhood best friend was maybe just as twisted as he was. He’d have to give her an extra good reward for being such a good girl.

As the room went still and quiet — only filled with shared breaths and pants for air, the sound of someone stabbing a sword through the ceiling was heard, and Caleb chuckled deeply. He had definitely pissed Xavier off.