#Mordecai x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

wearing his dress shirt with nothing under it >>>

Mordecai Heller • Nanami Kento • Lucifer Morningstar • Astarion • Wyll Ravengard • Overlord!Husk • Bruce Wayne • Clark Kent • Kishibe • Spike Spiegel

[hanasnx]

vertigo flowers.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | fem reader | unestablished relationship | sexual content | premature ejaculation | praise | handjob.

"That's a cool shirt, by the way."

The compliment draws your gaze down to glance at the graphic on your top, cut-up and worn Fist Pump merch. "Thanks." you respond, voice raised over the natural din of the party. The guy who's been talking you up—said his name is MORDECAI—stands awkwardly tall alongside you, long ringed fingers messing with the rim of his red solo cup. There's an obligation to keep the conversation going, and you're not actually interested, but you ask anyway, "Who do you know here?"

His brows peak in question, and when you sigh with a roll of your eyes he's taken aback by how you don't walk away, instead you lean in. Tentatively, he mirrors you, afraid to make the wrong move as you incline towards his ear, and he lends it to you.

"Who do you know here?" you repeat, and your breath washes over the sheen of sweat on his neck, weighing down the black hair at his nape. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he would've audibly swallowed if not for the loud music. Your body heat radiates onto him, he can feel the sensation of your presence inches away from him, and you're hot—not just in the temperature sense. His jeans hurt.

"Uh," He scans the party until he comes across the unmistakable spotlight of his coworker, shirtless and lassoing said shirt above his head. "Muscle Man." he replies, glancing back at you before realizing how close you are still. His eyes widen and he straightens abruptly, smoothing a hand over his dyed blue hair, and a curl forms to your lips. To avert his eyes, he refocuses on the cocky display of his peer in the center of a circle of partygoers. Muscle Man knows how to entertain a crowd. "D'you know him?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." you reply in a way that pushes Mordecai out of his own mind for a second. Muscle Man also has game.

"Why'd you say it like that? Did you date him or something?" he jokes, scoffing at first. As if Rigby were right next to him, he's expecting some form of banter, momentarily slipping his mind he's in the company of a pretty girl. His lips part, snapping his neck in your direction, anticipating your twisted expression of confusion. Instead, it's the first time your countenance melts into an easy smile, hitting him softly on the arm.

"Shut up, I did not." you tell him, and relief washes over him at his stroke of good luck.

His disbelief at that good luck only grows when later on you lead him to some dark corner of the party by his skinny black tie. Somehow, he'd stumbled his way onto charming you, and he thanks whatever god is smiling down at him for sending him a hot girl that's not afraid to make a move.

"I like your voice." you tell him through heated kisses, using the collar of his white button-up to tug him to you. "Keep talking to me." the command in your sweet voice makes his eyes flutter as he draws his snake bites through his teeth, letting you slot yourself between his neck and shoulder to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down.

"What should I say?" he asks, clutching onto your waist to ground himself as your teeth scrape against his pulse point.

"Anything you want." you goad, your nose grazing his sensitive skin. You suck on him, tonguing the reddening spot in your mouth as he goes limp under your touch, head lulling back.

The panic in his chest to get this right urges him to think of something, but his blank mind betrays him. Kneading your flesh in his hands, he presses you to his crotch incidentally, and a deep moan reverberates from low in his throat at the contact. You hum against him, kissing on the tender area you created by your ministrations and he sucks in a breath. "You're hot. You're so hot, I can't believe you're talking to me." he rambles, and he feels you chuckle on him squished this close together. He uses the wall behind you, easing you against it as his hand treads to your hip, dragging your skirt down an inch. The exposed skin against the heel of his palm sets it on fire, and he hopes you can't feel him sweat. Between the heat of this party and bodies melting together, he's still embarrassed. He occupies that nervous energy doing as he's told. "You're way out of my league, no one's gonna believe me when I tell 'em what I'm doing right now."

His pathetic babblings make you grin, and you overlay your hands on his, directing them for him. The strings of your thong lay high over your hipbones, cresting underneath your Fist Pump top. So you show him, curling those long fingers under the strings and his breath hitches in his throat. Standing on your toes, you roll your abdomen to grind on him, demonstrating what you want. Loud guitars grate your ears as you move against him, and his fist forms around the waistline of your panties as if to ground himself again. He's too excited, hard in his pants which you can feel through your clothes, and it encourages you.

A thump sounds next to you, and you glance up at the source. His forehead is stamped against the space next to your head, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he humps you. Lips near your ear keep talking to you, "Kinda wanna fuck you right now." A thrill shoots through you, but you let him run his mouth. "I don't care it's a party, I don't care if someone sees. Couldn't care less about finding a bathroom, I wanna fuck you right now."

You bite down onto your lower lip, craning your neck to keep yourself afloat above his shoulder. He's so much taller than you, but you're able to reach down, wedging between your impossibly close bodies to fiddle with his jeans. He retracts his pelvis, letting you do it, and when you palm him another one of your favorite noises pours right out of him. Hyper-sensitive and completely pliant, he lets you feel him up, massaging him through his plaid boxers. "Oh, my God." he exhales, raising his arm to bang his fist against the wall. You jump from the noise, and your eyes follow the lean muscle of his bicep and the corded veins and tendons of his forearm.

Unconsciously, you squeeze, and he whimpers, rutting into your hand as you cup him. Fucking himself using your hand as he speaks nothing but incoherent grateful praises, mixed with desperate "Just like that"s. He's swollen as he can be, and he doesn't realize it before he's pushed himself over the edge, full body contractions pass through him as his dick twitches in your grip, painting the inside of his boxers with his cum. A string of curses leave his lips, humiliated that he'd do such a thing, but you give him your number for another chance.

[littlelionwriting]

Mordecai Headcanons

Here is some Mordecai Heller headcanons that I had floating around in my brain and I hope everyone enjoys!

Is not good at recognizing feelings.

He does recognize that he enjoys your company and will go out of his way to spend time with you.

Was caught talking about you a tad too much when someone asked him if he had a crush on you (Mordecai.exe has stopped working)

Would absolutely deny such an accusation but not because he didn't love you, no he denies it cause the word 'crush' seems to juvenile for how he feels about you.

Would avoid you for the next couple days while he worked through his feelings and came to the conclusion that he wanted a relationship with you.

He isn't good at romance or doing flashy things, so instead, he shows up at your apartment with some flowers.

He tells you about how much he enjoys your company and that he would like to have a relationship with you.

"Please accept these flowers and excuse my recent behavior. If it is amenable, I would like to continue our outings and... if you would agree, make our relationship official."

Once you're in a relationship Mordecai is very protective of you. He knows the bad things that can happen, and he will protect you at all costs.

Please let him clean. He has very high standards and he recognizes that they are difficult for other people. As long as you clean up after yourself, he will be happy.

Loves cooking for you and he's not half bad at it. He enjoys seeing the look on your face when he makes you something you enjoy.

When in public he will often kiss the back of your hand but almost all other PDA is off the table. He is a very private person.

Now when you are in private, he can't keep his hands off you. He's hugging you, holding you close, kissing you, he just doesn't want to keep his hand off you.

His favorite way to kiss you is quick, unexpected kisses when you’re distracted.

Sleeping together for the first time is an experiment, he hasn't shared a bed with anyone in a long time, but he likes having you close.

He sleeps like a board with the occasional twitch of his tail or whiskers, you curled up next to him and nuzzled into his side and his arm around you.

He almost always wakes up before you, choosing to watch you sleep before slipping out of bed and making breakfast for you both.

He asks you to marry him one evening when you’re just sitting at home on the couch together, pulling out a ring from his vest pocket and offering it to you.

His love language is acts of service and spending time together.

Please don't make him have a huge wedding, he will if you really want to, but his nerves will be shot.

Mordecai does not want children. They are noisy and messy, plus he can't see himself as a good father.

NSFW

Is big into aftercare, he already has water ready for you and will offer you a bath or shower while he changes the sheets.

He will not admit it, but he enjoys coming on your chest and stomach. It satisfies the need of his to mark you as his.

He prefers positions where he can see your face and looking into your eyes. It's so intimate for him.

He doesn't feel the need to masturbate by himself, preferring to have sex with you or mutual masturbation.

Will never say yes to public sex, he could not handle the horror of being caught.

He can go a few rounds but prefers slow, sensual love making to a quickie any day. Quickies just don't have any appeal to him.

Mordecai watches you sleep on the freshly made bed, your chest slowly rising with each breath. He enjoys how the moonlight spills through the blinds on the window and illuminates your face. He lets a smile cross his face before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips. He would not trade this for anything.

[paperdice]

Mordecai (lackadaisy) x male black cat reader who’s autistic(the awkward but good at math/science kind)?

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

"Will you keep it a secret? don't let them have it."

small note, reader being male isn't as heavily influencing in the hcs, it leans more into dating hcs

৻ꪆ There's a lot things Mordecai is, he just never showed an interest in becoming a future lover to someone, or for anyone rather. The thought has crossed his mind, only due to others trying to invade his personal business.

৻ꪆ Doesn't mean its not possible, you snuck and snuggled your way into his heart, a fellow male black cat with quite the train of thought. But with impressive math and science skills, your awkward self landed a total babe real tough catch.

৻ꪆ Mordecai compliments you on your math skills, specifically Geometry (he loves geometry), he's more impressed on that aspect of you than the science side.

৻ꪆ His compliments sound a bit dry naturally till it comes to the Geometry talk, but since he's not a science guy himself he does get impressed over your science skills too.

৻ꪆ The slight difference in compliments towards you and others is that you receive a bit more than others. However these compliments sound normal, he doesn't get in the lovely dovey, puppy eyes in amazement kinda way.

৻ꪆ For you to be in Mordecai's likes already, you need to be extremely clean, he has a phobia he'll never admit, being germophobic. So when you guys start dating, physical contact is especially rare. He hates the risk of germs

৻ꪆ You need to be very patient and accept this factor of him before you began dating, so you know the rocky road ahead without overthinking he doesn't care for you.

৻ꪆ Your appearance deeply matters too, hes seen as a very presentable cat himself you know, so he would also look out for your appearance as well. Sadly, he wouldn't be too sweet about it, but he's not rude about it either.

৻ꪆ "You should fix your hair. It's asymmetrical and improper looking." Something like that would come out of his mouth, would he go out of his way and fix it for you himself? A one in a million chance he would, so far luck hasn't come your way.

৻ꪆ As expected, his line of work forces him to keep your relationship a secret. It's better not to let anyone have even a hint of his relationship with you. It'll only put you in danger of enemy gangs.

৻ꪆ This could also put him in danger as well, he does NOT let anyone see he has a vulnerable side and that your his lover. Having gained such a looked upon reputation only means he needs to keep it up to its given name.

৻ꪆ Though don't let this bring you down, he does show his care for you, one method is through letters. He tries to be romantic when writing to you but he executes it in a very creepy way. I mean have you seen Tracy's valentine art piece of mordy?? yeah bro..

৻ꪆ If your ever sick it'll be one of the only times he'll physically touch you (knowing full heartily you got germs) to tend your sickness. He'll first make you food that he used to make for his sisters when they were sick.

৻ꪆ Brew some tea as well as not minding to drag you to bed and tuck you in himself. Blankets piled up on your warm body, times like these is what reminds you he truly does care.

৻ꪆ One of his own ways of looking out for you is memorizing your routine. He keeps a sharp eye on every one of your tracking moves, this is so he knows of your safety.

৻ꪆ Every step you make has been written down to Mordecai's mind, in case you need him, to know what you're doing in that specific moment, the spots you go frequently is sewn to his mind.

৻ꪆ This keeps him at some ease, that your safe while he's free. Though you're not supposed to know this, it's something he keeps to himself. This also helps when you lose something too.

৻ꪆ Ever wonder how he always knows the spots you constantly lose your things in? He memorized those too to save both of your times.

৻ꪆ Have you seen the piece Tracy drew for a comm? It seems that Mordy likes it when his partners read with him. He'd like it when you're sitting next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder while he reads away. If only you could see the faintest of smiles laying on his face.

I kept pushing this one aside cuz I wanted to nail mordys character accurately. While I was writing I noticed the lack of reference to the reader being male so I wanted to add the note in the beginning. Thank you for the request, come and roll again if you're thinking of doing another!

[thatkippycat]

Hello!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon on any lackadaisy cat and how they would react to a hairless cat reader.

Thank you!

I did a handful of characters (romance, sorry if you wanted platonic) for this, so I suppose a bit more quantity over quality this time. Ideally, it's still relatively ok. If there's one that I miss and people want them, I'd be happy to do a part 2. Hope y'all enjoy!

Various(Lackadaisy) x HairlessCat!Reader

(Note:this has one of my personal headcanons that, similar to Stardew Valley players, Ivy just collects people, learns everything about them and moves on.)

Mordecai Heller

• Mordecai is a very analytical tomcat, and you being without fur is certainly... analyzed.

• You're just a regular at the Marigold who stands out to him for your appearance, and definitely no other reason.

• It's not because of the way the lighting makes your bared skin look heavenly, nor is it because of how easily he can see the way you blush around him.

• Yeah, he's in denial about it, that's for sure, but a gentle nudge in the right way and boom, he melts like butter on a hot pan for you.

• In private, of course. He has a reputation to maintain.

• Though, he definitely doesn't mind silently adoring you from across the Marigold.

• And if anyone so much as maliciously looks at you because you're different, well, Mordecai is very good at hiding both his feelings and the nondescript adult sized bags he "takes care of."

Rocky Rickaby

• Imagine if you will, being a god/goddess. People throw themselves at your feet, and want nothing more than to sing your praises until the end of days.

• That's how Rocky sees you.

• To Rocky, seeing you is like Romeo seeing Juliet. There isn't a better phrase to describe it than utter adoration.

• Unlike Mordecai though, Rocky's love for you is no secret.

• In fact, if you let him, he will go on for hours about how beautiful you are, building shrines to you with rhymes and prose, as well as painting you as heaven-sent bliss with the saccharine notes of his sweet symphonies.

• Yeah, there's no better way to put it, he's smitten.

• He also really likes the way it feels when you hug.

Ivy Pepper

• Ivy has a tendency to "collect" people.

• It's something she isn't super aware of, but it definitely affects your first couple of interactions.

• Ivy is totally entranced by you, and while at the beginning it's mostly just because of your lack of fur, it begins to become more and more about you as a person.

• She gets ahead of herself. A lot. And you definitely need to ground her sometimes.

• Yet despite it all Ivy genuinely adores, in a way that's not her finding interesting people, getting to know them, and then just moving on.

• It's not luck, by the way. Ivy genuinely loves you that much, because you are just that amazing.

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray

• On a more comedic note, Freckle is the one to make sure that all your needs are accounted for, even if it means being a bit overprepared.

• It's not that he's wilfully ignorant or dumb, he just needs a gentle reminder every once in awhile.

• The sunscreen and extra layers when it's cold out is very sweet of him though.

• Freckle's similar to Rocky in that he absolutely adores you, treating you like an angel sent from above, even if that is a bit sacrilegious.

• Unlike Rocky, he's not overtly affectionate, aside from packing things you may need because, well, no fur.

• Instead Freckle hangs off your every word, silently appreciating you. Just being in your company is just... amazing to him.

• Also, since he's usually worried about you being cold, you get the perfect excuse for cuddles too ;3.

[pomegranate-pen]

Hello! May I request More exam x gender neutral reader? Who's his roommate and usually helps him if he's wounded when he comes home? The j you for your time!

A/n: ahh this was quite fun to write! Mordecai is my second favorite character in Lackadaisy, so writing this wasn't much of a struggle heh. though I must warn you all, I wrote this based on his personality in the comics, since they're much much fleshed out there than in the pilot (though that's not really any problem, it's a pilot after all. it had to sell the main story first then character lore, which they did drop hints of here and there in it!!) anyway- hope you all enjoy this!

Mordecai Heller x gn! reader

title: It's a date.

warning: mentions of blood and a small hint to a huge fight- jealous Mordecai lol, and obviously heavy spoilers for the comic

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It was not unusual to be alone here, in this small tidied-up house that steeps closer to the forest than the city.

Though sure, one could say that all the fun in having a roommate is having the house not be so quiet, you’d argue that noisy roommates were always seen as a complaint at the end of the day, no matter how fun it was at first. Or at least, that’s the excuse you give your friends and co-workers when asked about your peculiar roommate, Mordecai Heller.

Not much of a talker, and certainly not much of a loud noise-loving type of guy, Mordecai can either be seen as an annoying bossy roommate, who has an obsession for cleanliness and tidiness alike, or a weirdo who barely ever is in the house and comes back home with a bloody axe yet a sharp and clean suit. For anyone else, this, and many other things, would be the warning sign, the flags that’d beg them to leave.

However, if asked you on what living with Mordecai is like, you’d merely shrug and summarize it on a much more positive note than others would, and add that sure, following those set of rules and chores he has for the house, with his idea of perfectionism in everything can be quite an annoyance at times, the worst nights aren’t that, the worst ones are the times when he does come home soaked in blood, body cut and stabbed at and his stubborn behavior toward it all when confronted about them.

The thought which, brings you back to reality, as you finally remember what your main goal here is in the first place.

“And for what is the purpose of your gawking?”

The stern, cold, and proper voice of your patient at the moment makes your brows furrow, as you click your tongue and grab the cloth, washing the small, yet sharp gash off his back, thankfully not deep enough to cause any infection of sorts, yet seeing the deep pure red of the blood shine through his normal dull-colored body made you hiss, unable to not feel horrible when seeing him like this. Especially when his favorite white cloth in the kitchen had to be used for this and most likely disposed of after, and his face looked frustrated with the turn of events. That critical face of his made you even more irritated than before.

 Mordecai was not the type of guy who’d come home like this, not one to open the door to the house and drop dead on the floor from exhaustion. Something has happened, something is wrong and he won’t tell you a word about it. Typical; but also infuriating this time.

 If this was a usual day, you’d see him not answering your questions or telling you about some worrisome parts of his job the norm. After all, the relationship between you two, no matter how much it had grown over the years, has still strictly started as professional.

It was a deal struck between you two, the landlord of the house was always quite suspicious of the man, and wouldn’t give him the place unless he found a suitable roommate, Mordecai tried to suggest his friend Viktor, which the landlord immediately denied, becoming a bit too afraid at the power the two duos could have over him if maddened enough. Mordecai spoke to Atlas about it and Atlas spoke to Mitzi. And she, always the fan of teasing Heller, has suggested you help. Newcomer to St. Louis, a pianist, and in need of a good home after your last one was littered with the loudest neighbors you’ve ever met. Mordecai was displeased with the idea at first, but given how the house was a perfect fit for the job he had, he had no choice but to accept.  

Rules were set, boundaries were given. The relationship has always had a professional and begrudging beginning, since you for one didn’t want to be roommate with him either, being baffled by the idea of living with the guy who could stand in front of a mass of corpses yet care for his lost cufflinks more. Yet, you didn’t have the heart to say no to Mitzi at the time, since she was the one who found you doing a gig in an old dirty nightclub and was generous enough to give you a job here. Your reason makes you feel bitter now, given how easily you left when everything started to crumble.

 “I’m not gawking.” You grumbled. “ I’m just shocked. That’s all.” You spoke, as you pointed to the torn to bits coat dripping with what smelled like gasoline. “where were you?! was it some psycho circus?” you scoffed. “ I’ve never seen you this messy since-“

He flinched in his seat, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were putting too much pressure or the amount of embarrassment he felt from that day.“Don’t, bring that up.”

“And it wasn’t a circus, mind you.” he surprisingly answered, most likely to run away from the latter subject. “My partners decided to make a simple task into an outnumbered fight. It was impossible to not get injured.”

“Partners?” you wanted to ask more, given how this is probably the only time he’ll share the details of his job in Marigold. “you mean those two cats that drove you here last night?”

He nods as he lifts his arm, letting you pass the roll of bandage through the front and behind his shoulders. You hum, shocked by this new information, given that, “You know, they visited me at my job today.”

To that sentence, Mordecai seemed to have startled. Turning around you and looking at you with widened eyes. “Seriously?” his brows shift in concern. “You’re certain it was them?”

“I mean, they did approach me.” you shrugged and added,” suddenly started flirting with me too. It was weird, but kinda cute.” They were pleasant to speak to, in their own way. There was this sort of charm they had, a strange trance that made you easily speak to them, though being cautious enough to not spill anything about Mordecai’s life while doing so.

Mordecai’s brows even furrowed more, yet he turned back around to let you finish the task at hand. Moving on to the next scar as he spoke. “That explains their behavior tonight. ow-” He then hissed a bit in pain, and you mumbled out a sorry. “I didn’t expect them to ask what your ‘type’ exactly is. “He grumbled. “It has distracted me much throughout the fight.” He seemed quite annoyed by it all, his expression being just like the times when he sees a vermin trying to crawl through your windows. “And why on earth would they flirt with you?” he grimaced, and his nose scrunched. “Why would they find the need for such an act?!” this, was the Mordecai you knew. It was the same Mordecai that Viktor and you have grown so accustomed to. The cat who likes order and is strict about attire and presentation, since he believes it’s a mirror to one’s personality, the guy who has debates about different books you’ve both read, a man known for his lack of understanding of social situations, something that he always goes to you for help about it, or just to rant about the ‘absurd’ situation he was put in. this was your roommate, and perhaps that’s why you haven’t left him. Even after Atlas’ death.

“Maybe because I’m gorgeous,” you joked. “Have you ever thought of that as a reason?”  

He went quiet in response, and you gave a fake gasp of distraught.

“Mordecai Heller, do you think I’m ugly?”

As the roll of bandages was now cut, he turned around to you as you sat down on the bench near him. “No,” he replied, yet there was a conflicted frown on his face. “ I have no thoughts on your appearance. I don’t care much for it….though…I…” he seemed to be in thought, as if he didn’t know his own feelings or opinions on the subject either. “…I don’t like this.”

“You don’t like…what exactly?”

He shifted at that, his gaze still deep in frustrated thought as he sighed and looked up at you with stern eyes. “Why so many questions?” he tries to stir the conversation away. “I don’t see why you’d be so interested in them.”

“Well, you might not, but as someone who‘ll go on a date with Mr.Savoy soon—“

“NICO?!”

You held back your snort as you leaned into the chair, looking back at him with a teasing smile. “Well, to be fair it’s on trial for now.” You shrugged. “But he seemed quite the charmer, pretty handsome too so— why not?”

Mordecai became silent, and you wondered what you’d done wrong to not have him ramble on about why a date with him is preposterous instead. Living with Mordecai for so long has made you learn how he truly feels by just his posture or movements. And of now, with the still, almost like a statue form and furrowed brows, with his green eyes staring intensely at you, you knew something was up. Something did happen, a situation that is much more likely involved with the Savoy siblings.

After an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, he finally speaks. “Well, I wish you luck on the date.” He clears his throat.” But….” He looks away, but from his voice and years of experience, you knew he was concerned, and his eyes though gazing away from yours are full of subtle worry. “I advise you to not associate with them for long.”

You take a breath, shifting in your seat a bit and straightening your posture, looking at him questioningly. “And I shouldn’t because?...”

“They’re dangerous.” Says the guy who has the same job as them. Your eyes squinted a bit as judgment and he rolled his. “I mean personality-wise.” He continued. “And in any case, you’re not much of a good fit with Nico….” His arms crossed and he muttered. “You’re certainly better than that.”

The words make you smile a bit, some tensity of the situation now slipping away. “Alright then, I’ll decline him…If…”

He gave you an annoyed frown, eyes showing a complete grimace over letting you add a deal with this. He sighed. “Yes, yes I’ll do your dishes for a week-“

“No. that’s not my deal.” You cut him off, and he looked at you with shock.

“Then what do you want?”

“A date.” You answered. “With you.”

“…”

Silence seemed to be your answer. He looked baffled, yet a bit endeared, his form jolted a bit when he caught you staring and awaiting his answer. He looked flustered and hesitant as he spoke once more. “I don’t see why you’d want that.” He nearly mumbled.” Dates— are for people who’d like to see each other every day, but due to some circumstances cant— so they pick up a time to do so.” He clasped his hands together. “You and I, however, are roommates.” He tilts his head a bit forward. “Though I must admit I do enjoy your company, I already see it every day, so then— what would be the goal of this date?” he gives you a confused look. “It would be pointless and an annoyance given how two should be in a crowded, extremely social place for dates.”

You nod a bit, and start sitting a bit more comfortably in your chair and start to debate. “Well then, I’d have to disagree.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Well, to start off,” you looked at him with a small smirk. “Dates— are not just for people who can’t see each other every day. If that is the case then why do married people still go on dates in this day and age? Dates can also be seen as a change of atmosphere— and though I enjoy your company as well.” You nod your head. “ I’m a bit tired of this routine I’ve trapped myself in, day in and day out I just work and come back home— surely you’re tired of your work as well- given your state at the moment.”

He huffs and tilts his glasses back. “I suppose I am.”

You gave a grin. “And third of all—“you lean back on your hand. “There’s no need for it to be someplace crowded— you just think it must be social because you’ve only seen it in such places. We can go somewhere quiet, so how about a library?”

He pauses for a moment before answering. “Library sounds nice.”

“So it’s a date?”

He hums for a moment. “It’s a date…if…”

You scoffed. “Well played. What’s the catch?”

Mordecai gives you a small smile. He gives a glance at the bandages on his back. “It’s settled if I can acquire your assistance with wounds next time as well.”

“Fine then. That is if you do get injured. Tonight was a rare one.”

For a moment in his thoughts, Mordecai considered if he should get injured up a bit more again. “It’s a date then.” He concludes.

“It’s a date.”

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A/n: BTW the 'that' day line is basically a hint to the canon day in the comics where Mordecai gets drunk for the first time and just acts straight out of character and starts praising Viktor a lot and talking about him happily to others mdfenkgt

[penyroyaletea]

i dont know if anyone else likes mordecai the way i do so if anyone does theyre probably on tumblr idk ill put my edit here tho :) art by @/teefumz on insta

[cherryredillusions]

Mordecai and Rigby NSFW hcs

what do i say

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Mordecai:

big man up first of course ;)

soooo he's probably a soft dom in terms of dynamics

doesn't really like sharing you, has done it a few times but only because it was Rigby

will refuse to sub and you WON'T believe that one

but it's true

he doesn't mind when you tug at his hair, actually tells him he's doing well

kinda nervous in and out of the bedroom, but once he gets used to it he's really good at it

likes eating you out (please don't fight me guys or i'll call animal control)

guys i know you saw this one coming but

really good with his hands

he plays the guitar, alright? he can move them quickly

as for kinks: praising, dom/sub, teasing, hickies, dirty talk, size difference, thigh fucking, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial (giving), overstimulation

guys he has a lot i know

but rigby is worse

10 inches and relatively thick

overall 1000/10, extremely good at what he does

Rigby:

oh here we go

also a dom

but guys he is SUCH a hard dom

polar opposite to Mordecai

very mean to you

definitely likes to just grab at and roughly massage your tits

two things he has in common with mordo

1: refuses to sub under any circumstances, will actually punish you if you ask

2: very good with his fingers too

Rigby's kink list: degrading, spanking, choking, hair pulling, throat fucking, masochism, bondage, master/daddy/sir kink, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, cock worship (receiving), humiliation, masturbation instruction, begging, teasing, exhibitionism, sex tapes, cum milking, slapping, marking

omg that was so fuckin long

he likes when you rake your nails up his back

LOVES marking you up for the park guys to see

would probably like it if someone caught you guys, would brag about how much you loved his dick

8 inches and thick, fight me

guys he has big dick energy i swear

depending on your preferences, 1000000000/10

[jellyfiishatr]

hellooo! I’m currently hyper fixated on Lackadaisy! So I was wondering if you can do Mordecai x Reader fluff (romantic). Reader is healing Mordecai after a huge fight.

a/n : ofcourse! Im inlove with these Mordecai ones, I've started to become obsessed with him as well 🙌😞

☆☆☆

content : teeth-rottening fluff , romance

content warning : bandaging wounds , hint of angst(if you squint real hard)

• ☆☆☆ •

You wake up to the sound of the door creeking open in the middle of the night. Knowing as to who had broken into your house after a long shift; you give a great big sigh before rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes.

Wobbling into the living room, you look to see a black silhouette. You gasp and jump back even though you knew who it was.

Mordecai gives you a blank stare, with sleepy hooded eyes. Your gaze softens as you notice how exhausted he is.

"Apologies for scaring you like that," he sighs. "I meant to head into the bathroom but my legs were about to give out."

Normally he wouldn't admit such weakness, but with you he knew no judgement would come out of you. He admired that of you.

"It's okay, I didn't mean to jump like that." You respond, "I knew it was you, it's just the sleepiness is all."

You notice as to why he's all worn out, of course this was the usual thing for him.

Mordecai coming home in the middle of the night; you waking up to the sound of the door closing, walking in and jumping to his shadow, and bandaging him up before falling asleep on the couch because it was closer.

This time you wanted to make it to the bed, so you dragged him into the bathroom.

He groans as you sit him down in the tub. You run the warm water, and ready the soap.

Humming, he slowly closes his eyes in comfort as you scrub the back of his head.

"mm..- thank you reader," He gently says. In a hushed tone he goes on to say, "I deeply admire you, and am incredibly inlove with you so."

You chuckle to yourself quietly, it's adorable when he tells you sweet nothings when he's sleepy.

You give him a light kiss on his temple. He smiles, turning over to ask for another.

☆☆☆

After the bath, you help him get dressed into his pj's. Helping pull his arm through the sleeve and pull the back of it down.

Then it's back to the cuts on his face and his elbows, and bruises scattered on his body. He winces when you put pressure on one of the many on his rib.

"Oh mordecai..-" You say trailing off. You gently smooth over his exposed abdomen, slightly embarrassed he pulls down his shirt.

"I know what you're going to do." Telling you as he gets up. "You're going to bandage me up, and drag me to bed," going on.

"Well, actually bring me to bed this time."

Your smile from earlier falters. Why must he be so stubborn, especially after being so open before? Is it that he slowly wakes up after the bath? Or does he just get embarrassed of being affectionate?

Well whatever it was, you wouldn't let it stop you now. You've gotten so far and you weren't gonna fall back asleep anytime soon. Might as well deal with Mordecai's stubborn antics and get him to bed before he tries something.

"Come on," you tell him getting up from where you were. "Let's get to the bed."

"Let's" he says.

When he's sat down, you pull him to stay up. Pushing away the covers so he can't get comfy under the covers.

Him already knowing what you're about to do, he tries to get up once again.

But he can't.

"I knew it." He looks in your direction.

"You're just as exhausted as I am right now." You say with a smug smirk. "Well more than I am of course." smirk faltering a bit.

"Of course, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna sit here and wait for you to finish bandaging me up when I'm just going to get hurt again."

"Oh well, you're just going to have to." Holding him in place, you finally bandage him up.

Lots of grumbling and groaning, and complaining could be heard from him. But you were too exhausted and so out of it to really care.

Kissing each bandaged wound, you finished and got up to put away the supplies.

"Urgh..-" he groans.

"Ah-ah- don't." You stop him from saying anymore. "You know you're thankful I did that."

He mumbles something under his breath, hearing that you ask him what he said.

Mumbling it once again slightly louder, you ask him one final time.

"Thank you for dealing with my stubbornness, I appreciate what you do for me nightly." He finally says aloud.

"I know," kissing his temple one last time before falling asleep.

He chuckles to himself, (how'd I get so lucky..)

Looking at your sleeping figure, he pulls you into him and pulls the covers onto the both of you. Finally getting comfortable, he slowly sinks into the comfort of the sheets and dozes off to sleep with you.

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[moxxis-bar]

Any headcanons for Mordecai x reader? It’s so rare finding x reader writers in the Borderlands fandom thank you for being here

Mordecai Relationship Headcanons

YES THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MORDECAI I LOVE MORDECAI SM HE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

Content: Romantic, Gendered nicknames (Both masc and fem), No use of pronouns, Spoilers for Borderlands 2

Mordecai is a pretty laid back partner.

He doesn’t really care much for PDA. It makes him feel kind of weird to do stuff in public. The most he’ll do is wrap an arm around your waist when you have a moment to stand around. 

It’s different behind closed doors however. While he doesn’t engage too much, he really enjoys kisses: the playful, loving kind where he can show you how much he appreciates you.

Mordecai is more charming than people give him credit for. The sweet names he calls you with his gravelly voice is enough to give anybody butterflies.

“Cariño/a”, “Amor”, “Hermoso/a”, “Handsome/Beautiful”. Kicking my feet and punching the air rn.

He’s not really much of a cuddler because Pandora gets too damn hot for that. In the rare circumstance that the weather in Pandora is manageable, he likes to curl into your back and dangle an arm over you. Alternatively, he doesn’t mind when you rest your head on his chest as you drift off to sleep.

He likes friendly competition. He’s always down to have a snipe-off or see who can take down the most targets. He’ll never say no to your offer of a competition because he thinks you look hot as fuck when you’re shooting.

If Lilith has a job for one of you, you can bet the other one is coming too. You work better together, and she likes having the two of you on her side as a power couple.

Tiny Tina and Brick are CONSTANTLY poking fun at you two. Mordecai gave you a quick peck in front of them one time and they bullied the fuck out of him.

“Aw, shawty, that's beautiful. Just beautiful. And gross! Get out.”

They’re happy for you, but as his friends, it’s their duty to fuck with him as much as possible.

Makes Mordecai’s heart flutter to see you with Bloodwing. It takes her some time to get used to you, but you can buy her love with food. 

Sometimes she’ll even stick closer to you than she does Mordecai. Normally he’d be a little jealous. That’s his bird, damn it. But he likes that his favorite animal and his favorite person get along so well. 

It doesn’t really bother him if you don’t drink, but if you do, he likes when you join him. Sometimes he’ll overdo it and you might need to tend to him and watch over him.

Borderlands 2 spoilers ahead

Mordecai is a wreck after the death of Bloodwing. He becomes much more reclusive, closing himself off from the vault hunters, from the world, from you. He drinks much more than he normally does, getting blackout drunk almost every night. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.

If you choose to stand by him through all of this, you become his rock. You’re the only thing anchoring him down. You’re a warm, safe place for him to nestle down and cry when he’s feeling too much. He clings to your warmth as you wipe his puffy, red eyes and kiss away his tears.

With time, with love, with patience, he’ll learn to heal. But for now, he’s eternally grateful that he has you.

Talon was a blessing. Of course, he would never replace the love Mordecai had for Bloodwing, but it filled the hole in his heart that formed after her death. Talon was a new start for him, the creation of a little family: You, Mordecai, and Talon.

He quit drinking after he got Talon, finding the strength to move on and grow. To be a better man for himself and for you.

[star-writez]

!!! heyy can I request some lackadaisy Mordecai and platonic reader angst headcanons?? maybe one particular day got really bad for mordecai and it pushed him off the edge so now he's just dealing with the thing that upset him at hand, but in the end it got worse so now he's just trying not to cry, but then the reader tries to help him calm down?

love me some angst for my tuxedo killer cat haha

(So today I actually felt like writing so enjoy lol)

-right away you could tell something was wrong-

-which is weird cause he’s very good at masking his feelings-

-if you ask him what’s wrong he will get annoyed or will say everything is ok-

-but after awhile and a lot of asking he will finally tell you-

-he doesn’t like to be touched so you can’t comfort him with a hug or anything-

-he will vent a littler to you-

-doesn’t want to get too close to you cause he’s scared you will betray him or worse-

-after a while will finally accept your comfort-

-your probably the only cat he has actually opened up to and felt comfortable around in awhile-

(Idc what else to put here but thanks for reading!)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

i rlly wanna see ur take on sleeping/cuddling with mordecai, likee what would even lead to that situation... xP

A/n: Fully believe that if Mordecai lets you sleep with him that it's a honor.

Before you got together with Mordecai you've never actually saw the man sleep. Until one time that he started to warm up to you if you would call it that, it was a late night. Mordecai had come back to the hotel, from your seat in the lounge you had noticed how tired he had looked but with your staring he had made his way towards you. You both had talked for hours and soon you had found him asleep against your shoulder.

After that night you two had started to see each other and after that night he started to sleep next to you more. The excuses came first, that your room was closest. That he'd rather not drag himself to his room.

Then it came to him saying that he felt safe with you, that it was easy to just fall asleep with you. He loved to listen to your heartbeat, to cling to you. He loved your scent, it calmed him down. With you by his side he didn't have to worry about the nightmares when he was with.

Clinging to you, his head would often rest on your chest. Arms tightened around your waist, tail wrapped tightly around you.

[hanasnx]

jerk it out.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | praise | doggy style | reverse cowgirl | squirting | vaginal fingering.

MORDECAI wasn’t always good at sex. When you first started out your little situationship with him, he had not impressed you with his skills in the sack. He made up for it in constant worship, and empty availability, essentially donated his flagpole of a cock for you to fuck yourself on whenever convenient. Even going as far as to make Rigby cover for him while he raced over to your place on work time. He’s still working off taking the golf cart for a personal call.

However, the longer this has gone on the better it got. Before when he’d beg you to do reverse cowgirl, you were hesitant because of your lack of view. You were used to doing most of the work by then, but he most enjoyed watching that pretty ass bounce on him. He’d wrap those long, ringed fingers around your ankles, stroking his thumb lovingly across your skin as he groans behind you.

Now that’s gotten more confident, he’ll make it worth your while. He’ll root his feet on the mattress so he can pick his pelvis up, juggling you on his hips as he fucks up into you. Your hair is corded around his palm—where he says it belongs—keeping your spine in a deep arch, just how he likes it.

Proving what a fan he is of hitting it from the back, doggy style is another favorite of his. He’s gotten exponentially more skilled on that one. Instead of plowing you with his rig and hoping for the best, he’s learned how to move you, and move with you. That hand places itself on your tailbone, bouncing you back, and letting your body spring you forth on its own. His lean and taut abdomen rolls as he fucks you, stroking your insides instead of ramming them. He learned the method from how well you responded when he ate you out, the motion of his tongue licking your hole taught him well, and you rewarded him with the hottest moan he’s ever heard and your claws dug deep in his faded dyed blue hair. Now he’s got it figured out, and by the way you’re yelling into his mattress, he’d say he’s doing a damn good job.

Like you want it, you’re backing up on him, meeting him halfway. The pace is set harder, slamming into you like you’re asking for while you writhe and clutch at his old and worn blanket. He goes for it, palming your head to shove your face further into the mattress, muffling you. The slightest change in angle transforms the sensation, and he starts fucking a limp body only interested in the way he’s hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. One of the reasons you liked Mordecai enough to hook up was his length because you’re into the pain. Now that’s gotten the hang of how to use it, you’re no better than a brainless doll, letting him fuck your hole like the expensive fleshlight he could never afford. Can’t beat the real thing anyway. Cunt gripping on him, tight and wet and sweet. He’s never had anything like it before, he fits in you like nothing else. “Taking it so good, can’t believe it. Can’t believe how fucking good you feel.” You can’t even respond, mindlessly babbling as he talks dirty to you.

When you start drying up from the harsh pace and his condom, he pulls out for your sake. You make a noise of disappointment but you’re satiated as soon as he hastily spits on your cunt. The gob slides down, and he spreads the moisture with three clumsy fingers, probing the entrance until he shoves them in. You jump with a cry, tensing under his touch but he doesn’t let up, banging his fingers inside you to coax that coveted release out of you. He knows exactly how to lure it out, he’s not trying to get you to cum. The familiar sting wells up in the pit of your stomach, screaming into his covers. Unconsciously you reach back to grab at him but he dodges you because he won’t let you get out of it. He wants his bed to smell like you.

Just like that you squirt, spraying him and dripping down his tense forearm. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. There you go, fuck. Give it to me.” he encourages, plugging up your hole so it spills out from around him, over and over again, taking it from you while you bite hard into a bunch of blanket.

Tender, he extracts his fingers, having been held captive by your contracting pussy. Doesn’t matter that it’s sore and you’re coated in your own squirt and twitching, he feeds that long cock right back in to keep going.

[littlelionwriting]

I am in severe Lackadaisy brainrot right now! Let's take a vote on which I should write first:

They will probably all get written at some point but I want to know what people are interested in first.

[altrodent]

Caregiving

Pairing: Mordecai (Borderlands) x Reader

Genre/warnings: short fluff… that’s it 🩷

Summary: Mordecai finds you crocheting on the couch of the your base, melts your heart 😭

You hum as the yarn loops through itself in a continuous pattern. You’re currently making a little infected flower plush for Talon, your partners pet bird. Being couch-ridden due to injury gave you plenty of time to do random stuff instead of worrying about you or the others dying. Mordecai, your partner, walked into the base “Hey, darl’” he sets his gun on the makeshift stand Tiny built for everyone. You don’t respond, buried in your work “Darl?” He leans over the back of the couch, seeing you surrounded by yarn and a bundled in your hoodie. “Huh- Oh hi! I missed you!” You leap up and hug him, almost making him fall over. He lets out a bright laugh before kissing your forehead “I missed you too but, whatcha workin’ on?” You quickly scramble through the pile of yarn and bring out the almost finished plushie “Talon looked so sad after that skagg at the last one, so I wanted to make another one.” He smiles as you gently place it into his stretched out hands. He looks like he could cry “Hun, you’re so sweet, you know that?” You hide your blushing face into the rough couches surface, he laughs “C’mon, pick your head up.” You lift your head up slowly as he bends down to your level “How’s your wound doing?” You cringe thinking about it “It’s fine, still a bit grody looking but I think I can go back to adventuring within a day or so.” He tuts “As much as I love seeing you here, being all cute and caregiving for Talon, I do miss seeing you absolutely destroy COV cultists.” You giggle as you make room for him to sit down next to you. He offers you to lean against him, and you ever so greatly accept it. You and him lay there peacefully while your hands work away at the cute pink infected flower. His hands lay gently around your waist before he finally says something “How do you do that?” You look at him confused, still crocheting “Do what?” His eyes widen slightly, in disbelief “That…” he points to your hands that continue to work. “Oh… uh, a bit of muscle memory, and precision… I think about it like your sniping, eventually after a while your brain just recognizes a specific thing and groups it together and it just becomes natural habit.” You lost him, he’s confused, and if you’re being honest with yourself you are too “…huh?” You shake your head “Never mind” you put the yarn to the side, before fully laying on him. The two of you loved spending times like these together, you just never had the time with trying to save the world, and making sure nobody you know dies and such. But, cherish it while you can… cause you’re never- “What’s up mamacita and morde-cita!” -alone. Thanks, Tina.

~

(A/N): Sorry this is short, I’m just getting all of my ideas out rn 😭. I hope you enjoyed tho 🩷

[thatkippycat]

Mordecai Heller, the funky little lad who likes tea and cleaning. Have fun with him for Christmas. Idk what to put here lmao. Hope y'all enjoy!

Merry Christmas, Tux: A Mordecai x Reader One-Shot

The sound of frying dies down as you take the pan off the stove. Carefully, you remove the last pieces of food from the pan, putting them on the nearby plate to cool. You had a few minutes, so you took the opportunity to cover the plate and move it to the dining table. You didn't know exactly how long it'd take for him to get home, so in the case Mordecai made it back while you were busy getting his present together, he wouldn't see your little suprise. Sure enough, as you grabbed his gift, there was a knock on the door.

Mordecai walked through, letting himself in. It was his home, after all. You had moved in not too long ago, if you consider over a year not long that is. There was definitely something romantic between the two of you, but it was much more of a convenience arrangement at first. You needed a place to live and Mordecai was always working so he let you move in. In return for not paying rent, you kept the place clean, watered the plants, and just made sure everything was okay. Mordecai didn't mind the food either, even if he didn't show it often.

"Y/N? Are you home?"

"I am Tux, give me one second. And don't take that makeshift cloche off!"

A couple of months ago you had officially begun to date Mordecai, with the stipulation that you kept it a secret. Mordecai Heller was a professional, and had a reputation to maintain. He even kept up his facade around you a decent amount of the time. You got cracks out of him before hand, but never anything too much until two months ago. Consequently, that's when you started calling him Tux. He never says it, but Mordecai likes it.

You made your way back to the  dining room, where Mordecai sat at one of the tables, only his jacket off.

"Hello Tux, how way work?"

"It was Fine Y/N. It was just the normal routine."

"Good, good. I know you don't really take the time to celebrate Christmas or Hannukah, or really anything, but I wanted to suprise you."

"Y/N-"

"I know, I know, but just let me do this for you, okay?"

You reached into your pocket and set the wrapped box in front of him. Mordecai eyed you inquisitively for a second, before opening the box. Inside, there were a pair of silver cufflinks, inlaid with jade.

"Cufflinks?"

"Mhm. I know you don't really like big gifts, so I got you a new pair."

"Why jade, if you don't mind me asking."

"They reminded me of your eyes Tux. But, that's only the first gift."

Reaching across the table, you pulled the covered plate closer, pulling off the cover. On the plate was roughly a dozen and a half latkes, which you spent the past two days trying to perfect, and the past two weeks trying to find a base recipe for.

Mordecai's eyes lit up as he reached out to grab one. He told you about his family, about how they celebrated around Christmas time. And you specifically took note of how happy he looked when he mentioned the latkes they made every year. As you came to find out, the food aspect was one of the biggest for Mordecai growing up, even if nowadays it'd seem like the complete opposite.

Mordecai reached out and grabbed one, taking a bite out of it. The tiniest hint of a grin made its way to his face. He spoke up after finishing the first one.

"Thank you for this, dear. I...I haven't had one of these in a while. I apologize for not considering getting you a gift."

"You did get me a gift though, Tux."

"I did?"

"I got to hear you call me dear, and that's enough for me. Now, let's finish this plate because I don't want to do the dishes quite yet."