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Decided to compile all the (digital) Tails stuff I hadn't posted throughout 2022 ! ( most recent to least recent ) The second image is @tsaikonautz's Tails design drawn in the style I use for my sonas and related ocs.
( newer Tails design here )
#miles tails prower#tails the fox#tsaiko tails#it's pretty obvious how much inspo i got from tsaiko tails in 2022#heck you can see the skrunkle in the corner of the references in the first image !#another big inspo that year was the Sonic Storm fangame#banger 3D art style that has#if you're wondering why he has 3 tails in the first one#he died. but then he got better and his 3rd tail started growing in !#when did he get his 2nd tail then ? probably at birth or as an infant#man i haven't used texture filters in while. i really should do that again#it was almost an art trademark of mine in 2021-22#teka art#teka backlog#parenthesis for any potential non-seeing readers : most of the time i draw tails with extra white or cream fluff in his ears#just didn't wanna say that every time in the descriptions#also if any non-seeing readers are here... sorry about the ID in alt text. i am doing the best i can
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hiiii :3 can u do a can you make a fic with twst characters reacting if reader (fem or gn, idc) fall asleep in their's room? thank u! anon 🌲
Hii, thank you for the request! I'll split it up in year groups!
Twisted Wonderland - First Years
Summary: reacting to you falling asleep in their room
Characters: first years (no ortho)
CW/Notes: gn!reader, fluff, no warnings
Deuce Spade
Deuce walked into his room, coming to a stop when he saw someone lying in his bed. He notices that it's you immediately blushing, unable to move. The hest rising to his cheeks. He walks up to your silhouette carefully, not to wake you up. You are sleeping peacefully, and he doesn't want to disturb you. He's flustered but happy inside that you find his room comfortable enough to sleep in. He sits down on the chair that stands near a desk beside his bed. He quietly observed your face, how how look with your cheek flushed on his pillow. He thinks you look like an angle, that he must protect. He will not wake you up but will stay watching you, his fast heartbeat being the only audible thing in the room.
When you start to stir awake, he perks up, feeling a bit akward because he was staring at you the whole time. "H-hey, you're awake?" He says in a whipser. "Did you sleep alright?" He is still red in the cheeks, the tips of his ears heating up in contrast to his blue hair. "W-why are you in my room?" he asks curiously but doesn't actually mind you being here. You refused to get up still groggy from sleep, he decides to join you. Deuce keeps a respectful distance not to overstep your boundaries or comfort. But when he feels you cuddle into him, he melts. His heart is pounding in his chest, but he is in heaven.
Ace Trappola
Ace is a bit of an asshole. He walked into his room, taking off his jacket when he noticed you asleep. "Oi, what are you doing here?" He's shocked and secretly flustered that you are in his room right now. Ace approaches the bed, throwing the jacket onto his chair as he watches you with crossed arms, I'm his head he is thinking if he should wake you up or not. He waits until he calms down, making sure his blush is free from your sight.
He shakes your shoulder with one hand, "Don't you have your own bed to sleep in..." When you wake up and look at him, he has a subtle pout on his face trying to maintain a smug expression. "Did you miss me that much, huh?" He cannot go without teasing you even for a minute. "Move." He gets on the bed with you, throwing his arms over your shoulder other hand behind his head, trying to keep his cool.
Jack Howl
Jack returns after his track and field training, he's gotta keep that fitness up. His room is surrounded with weights and training equipment, as well as some protein powders. His beastman senses detected you before he opened the door to his room. His ears are perked up on his as his tail wags behind him subtlety. He walks into his room, all sweaty from working out, watching your peacefully sleeping silhouette. He does not want to bother you.
Instead, he let's you sleep seeing how worn out you must be. He leaves you be, going to take a shower and get changed. Don't let his serious demeanour fool you, he's full in his protective guard dog mode. He will watch over you sleeping, noting that you are vulnerable and blissfully unaware of your surroundings currently. Therefore, he must protect you. He is respectful of giving you your space, but if you invite him to join you, his tail will give away exactly how he's feeling. Cuddle him.
Epel Felmier
He walks in, tired from Vils nagging and beauty routines all day, letting out a yawn himself. He stops with a "what the-" when he finds you sleep on his bed. He sees that you are cuddling his poison apple plushie. "Yer really came 'ere?" He says mostly to himself as he approaches closer analysing your sleeping form. In his head he's wondering, "Did studying wear em out that much?"
Sebek Zigvolt
He's conflicted on what he should do. On one side, he wants to he that plushie in your hands. The masculine side of him wants to hold you and protect you from anything that comes your way. He sits down on the bed watching your face. He eventually gives in, lying beside you and holding you in his arms. He wants to feel like a man, and currently, he has the urge to hold you like you're his and his alone.
Might accidentally wake you up. He's loud.
Sebek finishes his day of classes and protecting Malleus. He comes into his room rather late. The only light source is a faint green light above the bed in his room. His initial reaction is defensive, he recognises a human form in his bed and instinctively yells out, "Who dares to be in here?!" Before realising it's actually you. In his head, he thinks, "hmph, i suppose they must be really tired if they chose to slumber here."
Sebek is very dutiful, he'll make it his mission to make sure you get enough sleep and rest well. He will stay on guard while you do, and he will consider it his training exercise. Occasionally, he will observe your face he can't help but feel fascinated and proud that you feel comfortable to fall asleep in his room.
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Hello Bella! How are you? ^.^
I’ve read the prompt requested: “I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life”
And it was simply the best.
Would you consider /writing/ them talking irl at last?
If not no problem, thank you for reading this message <3
" I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life "
Slytherin boys genre: humour warning: I don't think so note: sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy it! Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Prompt list ☾
Matteo Riddle
Matteo was about to turn the corner when he noticed a familiar face. He stopped in his tracks and weighed his options. And like on a daily basis, he decided to be a menace. Taking a few steps before sitting down. The person next to him was reading a book, paying absolutely no mind to whoever just sat next to them. Hadn't he known her, he would have thought she was ignoring him.
“Have you ever thought about how weird it is?” His voice made him jump a bit and look at him. Confusion is visibly clear on her face.
“What is?” She asks, his voice small, as if she wanted no one to hear them. Matteo could care less about that.
“How can we talk for hours online? Yet, when you see me face to face, you usually run away.” He says, looking into her eyes now. She's just able to nod and turn her gaze from his. Before he was able to complain again she turned back to him.
“You make me feel like I wanna punch you with a chair.” She says. Matteo just laughs, but when he notices she isn't laughing with him, his face visibly drops. Nodding in acknowledgement he gave it a thought.
“So like a cute aggression?”
“What? NO!”
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Theodore Nott
He has been holding her hand for like an hour now and she has yet to mumble a single word. He'd been talking her ear off and his hand was starting to get sweaty, but he knew if he let go she would just be bold and it would take him half a day to catch her.
“You know, I talk to you every day.” He says not even looking at her. She has been stuck watching their hands and this has been the first time since she looked at him.
“We talk online every day, but when I try it in person…” He knows he does not have to finish. She is very well aware of her escapee tendencies.
“I’m sorry, you just make me nervous so much that my flight or fight kicks in. And it's usually flight.” She says his fingers not playing with his, her gaze stuck on their hands again. Theo nods again.
“You know I have something that might help.” He says and turns to dig out something out of his bad. Turning around he sees an empty spot next to him and a girl in the distance absolutely bolting it. He just sighs, he hasn't realised he let go of her hand.
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Draco Malfoy
Draco was quick on his feet. He had seen her turn the corner and he was not going to let that slide. He just sa Potter absolutely eat shit while walking down the stairs and he needed to share it now. Yeah, he could text her, but she's not that fast, he can catch up with her. Turning the corner himself he crashes into somebody. There she stood rubbing her forehead.
“Jesus, can you stop following me? You’ve been on my tail for 3 minutes now.”
“Stop running away then, the fuck.” Draco argues back. She just shakes her head and starts walking again. Draco doesn't wait and follows.
“You're just weird. Always rushing. Able to talk to me for hours online, but not even a peep in real life. I can't even tell you what is saw without losing my breath.” The girl stops and Draco crashes into her back again. She huffs and turns around.
“What do you have.”
“Okay, so Potter…”
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Blaise Zabini
Blaise knows what he looks like. His friends know what he looks like. Hell, even people that don’t know him know what he looks like. He made sure of it. So he was sitting down holding the girl's face. Making sure her eyes were on him as if he was trying to burn his face into her mind.
“I'm surprised you can recognize me,” Blaise said, letting go of her when she sweated his arms away.
“I know plenty of what you look like. You send me enough pictures.” She huffs back at him.
“Yes, yes, that I do. Because somehow we always talk online, and never in real life.” He argues back. The girl just nods. Silence falls on them. He knew she was eating him but he didn't say anything.
“Ya know, I may see your face all the time but I can't hear your voice in pictures.” With that Blaise takes the deepest breath and lets out the longest rant of his life.
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Lorenzo Berkshire
Lorenzo has told all his friends to meet him for lunch. By all friends, he meant all. So that's why he told the girl to show up 5 minutes early. That way, he could trap her and hot let her go. Now this may seem cruel, but if he didn't do this, he knew the girl would turn around the moment she could see his friends.
So now, he was sitting down, The boys were talking amongst themself. No one was really paying attention to them. His arm was on her thigh, keeping her from jumping up and running away. He leans closer to whisper in her ear.
“You know, you talk a lot online, but in real life, you are rather quiet,” he says and pulls away. She just shakes her head before leaning and whispering back.
“I am just quiet with a lot of people around.” Lorenzo raises his eyebrow and nods again. Slowly he grabs her hand and seemingly sneaks out of the room. He was not gonna miss the opportunity to talk to his favourite person.
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Reader as Alastor's Mother part 3
So I took a little while oops Part 1!, Part 2!
𓋼 You brush his hair every morning. He pretends to find it annoying but he secretly loves it.
Whenever you'd brush his hair, you'd sometimes mention how short it was and that you couldn't do any hairstyles with it, which, on one hand, was good for his pride, but on the other hand, made you sad which also made him slightly sad. So he made the very rational decision to grow his hair out for you so that you could style it one day!
"Alastor, is your hair longer than before?"
"Hm? Is it?" he would never admit he did it for you! 𓋼 At one point, you were in the lobby with everyone else and you started wondering about Alastor's ears since he never actually mentioned anything, of course, you remembered Charlie's constant pleading to pet him, to which he always refused with his typical "Ha! No.", which made you more curious, if perhaps you could get away with it as his mother.
So, only naturally, you placed your hand atop his head and pet him, his ears lightly twitching. Charlie squealed. Of course she did.
"Oh my gosh! Can I do that too?!" she asked
"Haha! Absolutely not."
She wasn't very happy. She ended up pouting the entire day, Vaggie having to comfort her. To Charlie, it was like someone telling her not to pet a cute cat! Absolutely heartbreaking 𓋼 On that specific day, you also asked if he had a tail, and considering he had ears, it would make sense for there to be a tail too. Of course, silly Alastor was too embarrassed to answer in front of everyone, so he avoided the question!
"You're very positive today, Mother, did something good happen?"
"Nothing in particular, so about your tail-!"
"That's for me to know and you to… maybe, find out, Mother!"
You asked him about it again when you two weren't around the others, so he decided to show you! it was a nice revelation. 𓋼 You noticed that the shadow Alastor has following you around all the time, sometimes disappears, so you used that opportunity to go meet Lucifer as he invited you for tea countless times, and who are you to decline such a kind invitation?
When Alastor realised he couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel, he panicked and searched every inch of it multiple times, until Vaggie had finally had enough and asked him what happened.
"What are you doing, Alastor?"
"Searching for my Mother! She's gone missing, you see!" of course, he had a menacing look on his face.
"She mentioned she was going out for a while"
"Oh? And did she say… where?"
"Nope, well anyway, good luck!"
Yeah, Vaggie just left him. So he waited for you patiently at the hotel entrance. When you finally returned, he clung to you like his life depended on it, asking you many questions. 𓋼 I feel like whenever the Overlords had important, confidential, meetings, Alastor would immediately return to the hotel and tell you all about them, whether it be out of spite or fun. You definitely enjoyed knowing all the things going on in hell. 𓋼 You and Niffty put makeup on him when he was asleep and pinned his hair back (Alastor was pretending to sleep, just letting you two do your thing). Angel started laughing and giving him silly nicknames when he saw his hair, which inevitably caused him to shake his head very fast, removing the pin from his hair. 𓋼 Your first birthday with everyone. Of course, Alastor threw you a party. It was meant to be a surprise but considering he’s always with you, you found out because he was more secretive than before (you managed to guilt-trip him into telling you what he was hiding) 𓋼 For Christmas (if you celebrate it), you decorate Alastor with Christmas lights! He says he hates it but he definitely doesn’t, although it certainly made him a little bit scarier when he did that spooky thing with his eyes!
"Mother. Please do explain again why you decided to put christmas lights on me."
"You're more colourful this way!" you turned the lights on, so that now they were switching between multiple colours
Angel and Niffty ended up hanging a few baubles on his antlers too, before he noticed. 𓋼 Charlie had asked about your time alive so you began telling her, and everyone else who was listening, about some silly stories! When Alastor came into the lobby and heard you telling an embarrassing story about him, his ears lightly twitched and flattened against his head. He was just a little bit embarrassed.
Of course, he tried to leave again, unnoticed, however, the all-too bubbly charlie saw him and invited him to join.
"Alastor! [Name] was just telling us stories, come join us!"
"No"
"Alastor, darling, Charlie is being very kind! You need to be around these souls more! Come join."
Of course, he can't say no to you, so he ended up sitting by your side as you continued to tell the story about him, you lightly pet him and hugged him from time to time. Although his ears still stayed flat against his head. 𓋼 You wanted to make a flower crown, but since no flowers actually existed in hell, you had to make do with other things (paper). Yes, you made paper flowers and then turned them into a makeshift flower crown, which you then placed on top of Alastor's head.
"Mother?"
"Darling, I made you a paper flower crown!" 𓋼 Alternatively, you may've decided to sneak out again to find Lucifer.
"Luci, can you sneak us into Heaven?"
"Heaven?! Why?"
"I need flowers"
"Why would you need flowers?"
"To make Alastor a flower crown!"
Yeah, he wasn't too excited about that idea but he still agreed, although it did take a bit of… bribery…
"I'll… give you a kiss if you agree!"
"Let's go!" he opened the portal immediately and took you with him.
In the end, you got all the flowers you needed (after being chased out by Lute and Adam), so you were both… somewhere in hell, for sure.
"So… about what you said, before I got us into Heaven…"
"Oh, right!" You never specified where you'd kiss him so you simply kissed his cheek, he was a little disappointed but it's alright, you got Alastor a lovely flower crown! 𓋼 I feel like he would've been very afraid of spiders when he was alive, and then you were left with the task to exterminate any that entered your home (whether or not you were also afraid) 𓋼 You were quite a fan of new technology (though not completely obsessed), it made life far easier for you, though Alastor always 'confiscated' everything when he was around as he wasn't too keen on it.
"Mother, I don't see what you like about this device so much."
"It's simple to use and makes things quite a bit simpler than back when we were alive."
"I think it's pointless."
"Yes, you've always been a fan of radio… I see that obsession has stuck, even after death"
"It is not an obsession, Mother. I prefer 'fascination'!"
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HIHIHI I LOVE YOUR WORK AND ID LOVE TO DROP A REQUEST<33
HOW WOULD THE HOO BOYS ACT TO THE READER OWNING A CAT? DO YOU THINK THE CAT WOULD LIKE HIM? HATE HIM?<3
YOU'RE SO TALENTED, IT'S AWESOME
BAAAAABES YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!!! SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE!!!!!!
Percy is pleasantly surprised. he wonders how he didn't know you have a cat, and starts asking you everything he can think of. do you have any other pets? what's your favorite animal? how did you come up with your cat's name? how long have you had them? he wants to know everything about you that he didn't before. while you lay with your head on his stomach as he picks your brain, you find yourself pleasantly surprised too. your cat will not leave Percy alone. kitty purrs, rubbing against him, demanding cuddles and belly rubs. kitty tries to move you off Percy so they can lay on him instead. kitty licks him, and you watch, giggling.
"I probably just taste like fish." Percy jokes, cuddling kitty right back.
Jason is a little scared of your cat. not because he doesn't like cats, but because he feels like he needs to impress them, gain their approval. and we all know that the more you try to make a cat like you, the more they'll ignore you. you explain this to Jason, but it does little to soothe his inner turmoil over the thought of not being approved by your beloved pet. he starts rubbing cat nip on himself before he comes over, bringing bouncy fuzzy mice and lickable salmon fillet flavored treats. he's armed to the teeth, determined to make your kitty at neutral towards him. slightly favorable would be a huge win in his book. your cat can smell his fear, and thinks it's... kind of funny. after three treats and enough whiffs of catnip coming off him, kitty butts their head against Jason, tail curling in approval before trotting off to nap in the window. never in your life have you seen Jason look so triumphant.
"Good. Good. This is good." You cut him off with a kiss before he can show you his 16 step plan to win over your cat.
you swear your cat loves Leo more than you. you can't believe your eyes when your cat runs right over to him when you bring him home.
"hey gaitito," he chuckles, bending down to give your now purring cat a scratch behind the ears. "look at you."
I swear to god cats are drawn to Leo. in Houston they would gather around his apartment building when he was a kid. he would sneak the neighborhood strays snacks and leftovers, naming them after tv characters from his mom's favorite telanovelas. your kitty is no different. they follow you two around all day, purring and demanding attention. they lay on his chest, drooling when he scratches their chin. never in your life have you seen a cat drool. but you drool over Leo a lot too, so you guess you're in good company.
Frank first meets your cat when you call him, asking for advice. your cat has been weird lately, and seems to be avoiding your kitchen. they won't eat or drink in there, and you can't figure out why. Frank shows up at your place, greets you with a kiss, and you bring him over to couch your kitty is curled up on. in the blink of an eye, Frank transforms himself into a large, gray, maine coon tabby cat. he trots over to your kitty, who wakes up with a little chirp. they stare at each other for a moment, making an occasional noise, tails flicking. your cat gets up and trots to the kitchen door, and Frank follows, entering hesitantly. he leaves as a human a moment later, nodding his head.
"It's white noise from your new humidifier." he explains, your cat's eyes trained on him the whole time. you had no idea one of the perks of dating Frank was dating an animal whisperer, and he tells you and your cat he's happy to help translate any time.
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How about a Female humanoid King Kong Y/N? The Wukongs stumble upon her island and they meet her (You can full in the rest of the storyline)
BIG GORILLA🦍 small monkey🐒
(Lmk Wukong) He was flying home from Mk's when he came across your island. And Since This is somewhere he'd never been till before he went to explore. It's seems to be an ordinary island so far Until he found that someone lives here. He found you eating a mango by the beach and his first thoughts were Giant pretty Gorilla Women😍💛. He had got your attention when he chirped at you while His tail was practically a propeller giving you heart eyes. Meanwhile You're wondering where did this tiny peach fuzz monkey come from? And where did he get so much armor?
(MKR Wukong) The group came across your home to make camp. Although he gets a bad feeling about this place but of course, the monk tells him their not too much to worry about and that they're only staying for the night. But of course, they got attacked by those skull island creatures, and for once he's not sure how to handle it until the skull creature was quickly crushed by a gorilla female AKA you. The pilgrims were dumbfounded by this, and Fruity was curious as we let out a roar of victory. As for Wukong, well, he now knows what wedding bells sound like❤️🔥👰♀🤵♂️💍💒🔔.
(HIB Wukong) You met him when he was looking for his child. You see Silly girl went missing one morning and Wukong went slightly insane looking for her. Luier and Pigsy were on a search for her as well and then they the 3 males heard giggling. And that when they found you as they find the baby girl climbing on our back. You found her by the river during a bath And you didn't want her to fall in so you Monitored and entertained her until you can find her parents Or at least a nearby village to put her in. But you met Wukong and Luier and pigsy, Wukong thought He was gonna have to throw hands with you but He smelled similar to the child you found And you put two and two together and you were quick to give silly girl to him. Which surprised them but silly girl cried not wanting you to leave and because of how gently you handle Silly girl well He Don't necessarily want you to leave so soon either😉🧡
(NR Wukong) His Jaw was touching the floor😲 He was coming home from the bar one night when he found you just minding your business. Now, this guy has been around for an annoyingly long time, and he has never seen anything like you. On one hand, you're a giant gorilla who could probably level the neighborhood, but on the other hand, you're a hot woman who smells very single. And He wouldn't mind if you put him in a crater Meanwhile, you're like great, another drunk scrub coming to Holler at you, but for some reason, you don't seem to mind this one🩷
(Netflix Wukong) Now he knows he's never seen you before. He was exploring when he came Across your island and was shocked to see you napping in a tree. But you were HUGE!!! And if he were to come to you when he was mortal then he would have certainly been killed. And while he was trying to pull himself together you woke up. With one eye open , you observe the little monkey he reminded you of an uncordinated child And he smells like he has no family. You groaned to get his attention as you came down your tree to hug him🫂 which surprised him Aren't you upset that he technically Broke and entered into your home?and why is their tears rolling down his face?
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you say you have disabled hiccup headcanons? :3 *ears get really reall big. how are they doing that. why*
id love to hear them :D
Yes! Okay you've opened the floodgates my friend, I've been waiting to talk about this for so long.
He's autistic and has adhd! Obviously.
stims by tapping his fingers against things, waving his hands around, quickly taking apart and putting back together trinkets he's made, mimicking dragon noises (tho over time he's realized their vague meaning and stopped doing it randomly bc it was confusing them), running his hands over toothless' head to feel the texture of his scales and (when he was younger) petting his fur vest
His 'obsession' with things (trying to one up viggo, and when he was working on his sword) is literally just him Hyperfocusing on things
Easily loses track of time when he's locked in (Hyperfocused) working on inventions
Has that random 'I need to info dump NOW' thing and wakes Astrid up in the middle of the night like to randomly talk about abnormal behavioral patterns in a new terror flock on berk and Astrids just like 'babe I love you but it's three am'
Dyspraxic. When he was a kid he spent so much time practicing coordination for things like learning to write then later working in the smithy, and almost gave up more than once before continuing out of spite.
immunocompromised. Like seriously Hiccup has a weak ass immune system and would get sick every winter as a little kid, to the point of it being fatal. The villagers would always talk in hushed tones (bc of stoick caught them they'd get yelled at) and wonder if that years gonna be the one where he doesn't make it but he always ended up pulling through (also out of spite)
After meeting Toothless he developed tinnitus. Didn't think much of the ringing in his ears at first bc. Yknow, dragon roared at full volume directly into his ear. Then it didn't go away and he was like 'huh maybe this is an issue' then it just got worse as he continued to be in close proximity to loud noises like, even more roaring, and explosions etc.
Despite this he's got that weird "I enjoy loud noises like dragons roaring and the sound the wind makes when you're flying at like 40 mph, but if I hear the noise of lots of overlapping voices all having different conversations in a large room I need to die."
Chronic pain. The obvious, phantom pains in his leg of course, but fun fact! The human body really doesn't like it when you've broken bones repeatedly especially in the same area, and with how much this kid gets thrown around in rtte it's safe to say he's broken, fractured, and dislocated a lot of things.
When he comes home/gets back to the edge after a long day of traumatic or ridiculous events, first thing he does is take Toothless' saddle and prosthetic tail fin off, then he tries to crash in his bed, but either Toothless doesn't let him sleep until he's taken his prosthesis off (I hate that he sleeps with it on in canon looking at it makes my body hurt imaging how uncomfortable that'd be), or Astrid comes in to make sure he does (and also to make sure he eats bc he forgets to wayyy too often).
Asthma. No explanation. I just know he has it
I hope not all of these came off as super angsty, they aren't meant to completely. Like sure it sucks but he's allowed to not be miserable constantly (disabled people are allowed to not be miserable constantly, it doesn't make our pain any less valid. We're allowed to be happy).
I just love when characters are permanently, physically, changed by their story. Tbh if it weren't for rampant ableism, I think a lot of characters in action/adventure stories would be disabled, but people aren't ready for that discussion yet. Ty for the ask I had so much fun answering and writing these!!!
#httyd#reblog or you hate disabled people (THIS IS A JOEK)#autistic!hiccup#hiccup haddock#rtte#Hiccup is going through it bc I am lmao#him pulling through out of sheer spite is so funny to me#also the last kind of rant bit isnt directed st you more just in general bc im sure its stuff you alr know#nemo-is-real#ask#canon disabled character#httyd headcanons#my headcanons#disabled headcanon#hiccup is disabled#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#hiccup and toothless#hiccstrid#t4t hiccstrid#<- just the people know...#disability#autistic headcanon#moth.txt#deyas dragons
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You.. you just like me fr! >^<
Catboy!reader x Fatui Scara?
We’re in heat and Scara corrupts and fucks us! ☺️
Love your blog btw!! 💟
you just like me? Yeah, you're just like me ^~^ . I did AMAB reader which means gender neutral but reader has a weewee:3
cw. heat, anal sex, handjob, corruption kink, virginity loss, innocent and naive reader, reader is inlove with scara and an agent, power dynamic(boss(?) X agent), dubcon(?), grammar mistakes(?)
note: Cat!reader meow, I would love doing cow/dog/cat/bunny!reader stuff, I hope you enjoy this one!!! :33
Your tail curls around your leg, you feel hot in your lower area, you are stumbling around. You had no idea what was going on with you! Your hand was stuck between your legs, you walked over to Scara's office. You knock on the door, you can hear him groaning as he yells for you to come in. You walk in, you bite your lower lip as your pants felt tight and something was poking your hand! “Master Scara!” You cry out, your knees give out and you fall down, Scara gets up and walks over to you. Everyone knew you were his favourite, which is why everyone left you alone, and you were sad that none seemed to be with you. “What's wrong?” He says, his arms wrap around you and you mewl as you feel your pants rub against the ground, it felt nice but it hurted as well. He turns you around, your back against him, he doesn't say anything as he sees a tent on your pants. He chuckles, it makes you squirm when his breath hits your ear. Your cat ear twitches as he grabs ahold of it. “You're in heat, kitty” he whispers, you raise an eyebrow, in heat? “I can help you if you like” he says, nodding your head as you feel hot and in pain. His hand reaches down to your pants, you gasp as his hand rubs at the tent, you moan. “Have you ever been touched before?” He says, you shake your head, this was the first time anyone had touched you there! He laughs and he licks your ear, you whimper and he pulls down your pants. You wonder what he is doing, he lifts you up so you're more against him. He slaps your hip as he pulls down your underwear, you moan as he gives it a small smack. It stands tall, leaking so much. You moan as he touches your skin, he pushes you onto the floor, you’re on your hands and knees, your butt facing. “Your so fucking gorgeous” he leans more into your butt. His tongue pokes at your hole and you let out a moan. He begins to tongue-fuck you, his wet hot tongue slides in and out of you for minutes, he laughs as he hears you whine. He spits on his hand as he rubs it over his dick, using it as lube and using his pre-cum as lube as well. He reaches under you as he gathers some of your pre-cum, his fingers are coated with your pre-cum, he rubs it over your butthole. He spanks your ass before he finally enters you, he lets out a moan as he enjoys the feeling of the tightness and warmth. Your face is pushed against the floor, your dick rubs against the cold floor, you moan and drool. Your heat covers your pain, he lets out groans and grunts. He is taking your first time, your mind begins to go hazy, your tongue rolls out. Your eyes roll back and he begins to go faster, he stops as he fills you up, your dick spurts out. He breathes heavily but this doesn't satisfy your heat, he licks his lips as he can continue playing with you.
#kittytail#kittymilk#kittypussy#x reader#x reader smut#cat!reader#amab reader#amab reader smut#genshin impact scaramouche x reader#genshin x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#scara x reader#scara x amab reader#cw.anal sex#cw.dubcon#scaramouche smut#scara smut#gender neutral reader#scaramouche x reader
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I would like to see what a human romantic Yandere Mewtwo would be like! :3
Honestly, I like this idea. Keep in mind this is a HUMAN POKEMON story, which means Mewtwo is a human with some Pokemon-like characteristics and powers.
Yandere! Human! Mewtwo Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Dark themes such as the following; Human experimentation, Neglect, Telepathy/Telekinesis, Violence, Mass Murder, Blood, Clingy behavior, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced relationship implied.
In this story, Mewtwo would be more of a chimera than anything.
He's mostly human but has been spliced with Mew's DNA.
As a result, he is a human with a purple tail, white nubs near the top of his head like horns or ears, and extreme psychic abilities.
He has white/silver hair, purple eyes. and a lean but strong build.
He is the first attempt at a living weapon, a human spliced with the raw power of a Pokemon.
Naturally, due to his upbringing, he comes across as volatile.
You meet the chimera hybrid as a scientist/caretaker.
You were hired to research the new experiment as he learns and is trained.
Obviously, Mewtwo feels less than human.
All the other scientists treat him like he is below them.
But he knows the truth... he is easily better than all of them with his power.
The one person he does not feel this way with is you.
Similar to how Mewtwo in canon has never felt proper compassion, you give said compassion to him.
You're the only one who gives such a thing to him.
You can't see this experiment as a Pokemon.
You feel Mewtwo is too intelligent and human-like to be treated as anything less than that.
Really, what makes him different other than some characteristics and powers?
You pity that he only gets to wear loose experiment clothes or some sort of tight skin-tight suit for training.
You wish he could live a normal life...
In secret you try to give him that, even if he's behind some glass.
You talk with the hybrid in private and even teach him some things.
You answer any questions he seems to have.
He often asks why the other scientists aren't as nice as you... to which you say you aren't sure.
If he wants to speak to you in private he trains his telepathy to continue to read your thoughts and converse with you.
Naturally, if you're the only one he feels is safe to be around, he gets attached to you.
When he sees you he acts very cat-like, purple eyes dilating with his tail swaying when he sees you behind the glass.
He may look very cold but his telepathy says otherwise when he appears to be ecstatic when projecting his thoughts.
You are never allowed to touch or hold the experiment and can only interact behind the glass.
You slide food into his enclosure and provide him stimulation through speech and tests.
Yet Mewtwo always voices his distaste to you for this arrangement.
Mewtwo probably feels a connection with you to the point he wonders about romantic attraction.
Granted, he still is new to such a thought.
He's a genetically altered human and can read the thoughts of others.
Eventually, he interprets his feelings for you as romantic due to the thoughts he's picked up.
I imagine Mewtwo's mental state drops as the transition to making him a weapon begins.
When they put him in a tight battle suit and all that heavy armor... he's frightened.
Even more so when he sees you're no longer in his sight.
After all, by this point, he no longer needs to be watched.
He's a weapon... almost able to be put to the test once his mask slips on.
It all becomes too much.
Mewtwo makes his big escape... a massacre left behind him.
The facility collapses, his psychic power causing tech to fail as he lays waste to the scientists who have created yet imprisoned him.
He cares for none here... none but you.
Blood covers the heavy armor he wears as he searches for you.
Even if you weren't in the facility at the time, he doesn't stop his search.
The faster the hybrid finds you... the faster his carnage ends.
By the time he finds you, he sees you cowering.
You stare at him like he's a monster, a weapon...
Perhaps that is what he is in the end.
But he doesn't care now.
He pulls off the mask they gave him and drops it to the floor, you can see the pale purple tint on his skin as he stares at you.
All you smell is metal and gore.
He would try to comfort you... yet now he and you will be on the run.
He proposes the idea of you both becoming a "couple" like humans usually do.
But you don't answer him.
Oh well... maybe you'll come around?
It's then that Mewtwo decides to take you to Cerulean Cave, a cave out of the way for the two of you in Kanto.
You can live there with him...
Maybe even teach him how normal humans live life now that the facility is in ruins.
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~ Childhood Sweethearts ~
[part 3/?]
Leon S. Kennedy x bestie!Reader
PART 1 | PART 2
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roomates, pining, slow burn, eventual romance, eventual smut, reminiscing childhood memories series synopsis: You and Leon have been friends since you can remember. You've always been there for him, especially through the bad times. He's in a bad place again and he needs you. You're the only light in his pretty dark life. word count: 5k.
A smile lingered on your lips as you turned the corner and made your way to the kitchen. You could feel a newfound sense of joy pervading you at the memory of the excitement so plainly written all over Leon’s face when you agreed to let him move in with you. He did always look like a puppy when happy and you were sure that if you had squinted hard enough you could have seen his tail wagging enthusiastically back and forth.
“Heh”. You shook your head at the silly image, letting out a quiet giggle as you moved swiftly from one cupboard to another to get everything you needed to make breakfast.
He had never been able to mask his happiness, that much was true. Not when he was a child, not when he grew up. He could disguise any other emotion if he wanted to, and make it so hard for anyone to read him - sometimes you included - but he was so utterly incapable of masking his happiness. You’ve always wondered why…
With a sigh you grabbed a tablespoon, put some coffee into the filter, added water and then leaned against the counter to watch the brewing start. A frown slowly crept over your features.
Perhaps… The answer was less complex than you might have thought.
Aside from the shared joyful recollections of your childhood years, there had never been much good going on in his life, even back then. There was no denying it: discovering that your parents are criminals, witnessing their murder, and becoming an orphan all at once couldn't be a healthy foundation for a happy life. As a result, when those rare instances of happiness do occur, they trigger such genuine and overwhelming emotions that one cannot manage to contain them. That must be the explanation.
Your fingers tightened around the edge of the counter as a vivid and powerful memory resurfaced to your mind.
One of that day. The day he was nearly taken away from you for the very first time.
You could still recall Leon’s blank face when your dad, a police officer at the time and the very one who had saved his life, brought him to your house to leave him in the care of your mother for a short while. You had no idea what had happened that day, you couldn't even imagine the trauma he had just gone through... But the instant you saw him, you could sense something was off, something was different. You dashed towards him and hugged him so tightly, only God knows for how long. And you were certain, even if you didn't realize it at the time, that he was quietly crying on your shoulder as he held you back. Yet, the image that had really carved its place in your mind and that you recalled the most vividly was how Leon pulled back from the hug and just… smiled. He smiled at you as if he was the happiest kid in the entire world. And you smiled right back at him.
Hell. That memory always did bring back chills, every goddamn time…
“Sleeping with your eyes open?”
Leon’s voice caught you off guard and you glanced briefly up at him to see him enter the kitchen with a spring in his step, before you hastily turned your back and blinked the tears away.
“Ha. Ha. I’m making you coffee, you should sound more grateful, you know?” you quipped back with a playful innuendo, hopefully masking the emotional trip you had just gone through in your head.
You busied yourself by staring down at the machine as if it would start brewing faster if you put pressure on it. You didn’t hear the rustle of clothes drawing nearer until Leon was standing right behind you, poking his head right over your shoulder.
You don't know what it was; the whole pot of coffee you drank to stay awake all night, the fact that you hadn't shut an eye in 24 hours, or the way that he was standing so close to you with his warm body literally pressing on your back... but your nerves suddenly gave up and you flinched hard, almost knocking the coffee machine off the counter.
Leon promptly grabbed your shoulders to keep you steady, and even if you didn't look straight up at him out of embarrassment, you could tell he was concerned.
"Hey, I can handle it myself. There's no reason for you to stay up any longer."
His palms were so warm against your bare skin, his touch so comforting and familiar... The urge to simply lean into him and feel his soothing warmth was so strong, nearly unbearable.
But, luckily, the machine beeped right then, and the brewing came to a halt, along with that awkward interlude you got caught up in. With a shake of your head, you took the bowl and focused on filling the Hello Kitty $1-deal mug you had purchased months ago but had never used; it was the only one you owned besides yours, so Leon would have to make do with it.
“You’re technically still a guest here, aren’t you?” you glanced up at him with a half-grin, grabbing the mug with both of your hands - just in case - and turned around to set it on the table. "So let me be the lady of the house and go sit your ass on that chair."
Leon shook his head with a silent chuckle and followed your orders opting for no rebutting, yet he couldn't pass up the opportunity to mockingly throw you a military salute.
“Yes, m’am.”
You gave him a pointed look, although the little smile playing on your lips sniffed out the playful nature of it. Turning your back on him again you grabbed the tray you had previously stuffed with all you could offer him for breakfast and placed it right in the center of the table.
“Bossy as usual, huh? Even when you’re about to collapse, you’re still hard as ever to reason with.”
You could catch the affectionate hint in his voice and you couldn’t help but huff a chuckle through your nose. Once you grabbed the gallon of milk and a cup, you dropped on the chair opposite his and let out a long tired yawn.
“Especially when I’m about to collapse.” you eventually retorted, pointing the tip of your spoon at him as if you had just reminded him of a well-known fact before you smiled and nodded at the tray.
“C’mon, dig in.”
“I just want to make one thing straight-” he started and you glanced up from your half-filled cup of milk, taken aback by the sudden grave tone in his voice. He made sure to give you a long and meaningful look before he added: “I am grateful. For everything.”
You matched his expression, your stomach fluttering under the intensity of his gaze.
“I know.” you simply answered, no humor or mocking tainting your voice this time.
Leon gave you a firm nod in return and then finally dug in his breakfast.
You joined him right away, grabbing some cookies, soaking them in the milk and shoving them in your mouth before they could flop and melt. All the while you kept on peering up at your friend, finding solace in the way he seemed to enjoy the food, munching and sipping with gusto as if he hadn’t had a nice meal in days. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was indeed the case.
“Mmm, this croissant is great!” he announced, giving it another good bite. “You made it?”
You almost snorted the milk straight out of your nose.
“Me??” Your eyebrows shot comically up to your hairline. You must have had such a weirded out look on your face that Leon couldn’t help but chortle and look away to avoid choking on his mouthful. “‘Sorry I burned the cake I made for your birthday and never tried baking ever since’, little ol’ me???”
You too tried to bite back a laugh as you watched Leon struggle to swallow the food and answer.
“You were like 14…”
“Yeah and I’m still 14 in that regard. Me and baking it’s a no-no.” you quipped back, throwing him a sharp look that said ‘believe me, you don’t wanna know’. “The only thing I did to those croissants was stuffing them with nut cream.”
“Ah! That!” Leon animatedly wiggled his finger at you and nodded knowingly. “Yeees. That’s what it is, then. You stuffed it juuust right. And that’s a skill!”
You stared at him long and hard, a deadpan look on your face, until you couldn't keep it together any longer and burst out laughing.
“What a fucking dork!”
Leon seemed pleased with your reaction and grinned triumphantly at you. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched your laughter ease into a big smile.
“A veeery grateful dork who appreciates the efforts taken in putting together this breakfast.”
"Yeah. Yeah." You brushed off his attempt at flattery with a flick of your hand and resumed eating, although not before belting out another chuckle. “Kudos for trying, soon-to-be roomie. It won’t save you from all the future dish duty, though.”
You glanced up again mid-bite when you realized he was still staring at you. Your brows arched in an inquisitive look.
"What?"
“That sound…”
He smiled as your head tilted to the side in a perplexed twitch.
"Your laugh. I missed that."
"Ah."
You had to look away, afraid that the way his words had made your heart race would somehow show on your face. Sometimes your friend would say such touching things with such stark bluntness that you didn't know how to react. Especially without making it obvious how smitten you were with him.
“I haven’t heard it in a while.”
You grabbed your cup of milk and chugged it down in one big gulp merely to buy some time for your heartbeat to ease down.
“Well, you’ve been away for a while.” You eventually replied with a casual shrug and leaned back in your seat, arms lazily crossed over your chest. You focused your gaze on him, your expression turning a bit more serious. “Extra top secret mission?”
He just nodded, a dark look clouding his sparkling eyes and you knew not to ask any further questions. He wouldn’t have told you anything about it anyway.
“The point is…” he started again and the clouds instantly faded back into a serene blue sky. “It brings back good memories. I've been thinking a lot about those recently."
You softly hummed along, your eyes roaming over his face as those heartwrenching words he had uttered earlier, made their way back to your mind.
“I wish we could go back to the good days” he had said, “I wish it was always just you and me”, “ I wish that you were there for me all the time.”
You could feel your chest grow heavy all over again at the memory of a distraught Leon whispering those heartfelt words to you and you had to force yourself to take a long, deep breath to regain some control over your body. You hadn’t had a minute alone since that serious and profound conversation you had with him, a moment to process it, digest it, take in all the very serious implications behind it. And thinking about it now, with your body working on energy saving and Leon seemingly feeling better, it wasn’t really the best of times.
But… There was also something else that had kept swirling in your mind since you heard it escape his lips the night before. Something you just couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't help but think that that very soft-spoken “I love you” he had whispered before passing out had sounded so genuine… As if he had truly meant it… And not in a platonic way.
Was it too pathetically delusional of you to hope he had truly meant it?
“Y/N?”
Leon’s warm voice ripped you out of your thoughts and you hastily focused back on him.
“Hm?”
You were relieved to see the understanding look he gave you. You had been awake for a whole day now, you could be excused for zoning out for a moment without raising questions, after all.
“I asked you if… if you frequently think back to those times, too? To when we were kids, especially.”
“Of course I do. Everyday.” you admitted without hesitation, eyes widening slightly at how easily the words flowed from your mouth. Perhaps you had been too honest about it? Leon looked startled as well.
No, actually… He seemed relieved by how direct and sincere your answer had been.
He leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh, his eyes drawn to the tray in front of him. As his gaze grew distant, you dreaded what was about to come. Was he going to pour his heart out yet again, come up with some more gut-wrenching stuff that would most likely deliver the ultimate blow and send you K.O.? You would not withstand one more confession like the ones he had made already.
Instead, you watched with a flutter in your chest as his lips curled up even further until a genuine smile bloomed on his face. His eyes twinkled with such vitality. That. That was a rare sight… and the most precious one to witness. You felt blessed and lucky to have seen it more than anyone else.
"The cookies," he began, tipping his chin towards the serving plate of goodies. "They resemble those your mother used to make almost every day. I still remember that scent..."
He plucked one from the plate and brought it up to his nose to sniff it, as if he seeked to revisit that same aroma again. You grinned knowingly as his eyes widened and his entire face lit up with recognition. He looked at you with a silent query in his blue eyes, and you nodded, a cheeky grin spreading on your face.
“Yep. Mom made them. I’m quite honestly impressed you could still smell it on ‘em since they’re more than a week old. You have a bloodhound’ nose, I swear.”
“Heh. Comes with the job.”
“Huh-huh.”
No. It did not come with the job. He was born with it. You had seen it, and you remembered one time clearly when he had so blatantly made a show of it. You had spent the entire afternoon with a classmate, a nerdy boy who was forced to assist you with your math homework because you had been struggling that year. That same evening, when you met with Leon to play, he smelled that boy's scent on you, as if you had bathed in it. He appeared to be really upset about it. He sulked and moped and whined about it basically the entire time. That one memory always came back with a thrill of satisfaction buzzing within you. Leon had made such an uproar out of jealousy, that much had been obvious even to a very giddy 8-year-old you.
When you returned to the present conversation with Leon, you realized with a smile that he was still reminiscing about all the times you devoured those exact cookies for breakfast whenever he was at your place. You too remembered. You ate breakfast together at least twice a week. It helped to be neighbors on the outskirts; you could spend time together every day, multiple times a day, and you would always meet at your house, since his parents would leave Leon alone quite frequently. Much too frequently; at the time you still didn't know why.
“-you ate them every day and yet whenever I had breakfast with you, you would always steal one of mine. Sometimes even two.”
You caught Leon throwing you a playful glare as he hit you with that nostalgic jab and you couldn’t help but giggle, a sly glint passing across your eyes.
It was true. You used to do that. But in your defense, you were a young, shy girl with a major crush on her best friend. It was always meant to be a very innocent way to grab your friend’s attention. Even then, all you ever wanted was to have his blue eyes trained on you at every waking moment.
With Leon gazing down at the crusty pastry, seemingly lost in one of his reveries, you felt that it might be fun to relive that one memory just for the thrill of it. Leaning forward, with one quick flick of your hand you grasped the cookie right out of his fingers. The outraged gasp that he rewarded you with definitely made the childish deed worth it. But it was that look, that fond look he gave you that felt like the real reward.
“Like the good old times, huh?” You winked at him and bit back your silly grin as you popped the cookie into your mouth.
He shook his head, his lips pursed in a mocking, unimpressed grimace.
“Some people never change.”
And yet, he sounded pleased with it. There was something in his warm, humorless tone, in the way his sparkling eyes lingered on you as he said that, that caused your insides to flip and turn not once, but twice, with your heart missing a beat as well just because it didn't want to lose out on the fun.
You held his gaze for a few moments as you chewed on the cookie, until you felt your heart beg you to look away.
"Anyway…" You swallowed and cleared your throat, lazily settling back in your seat. Another yawn escaped you just as you reverted your focus on him, and you thought you caught him beaming affectionately at the sight. For your own sake, you decided to brush it off. “Now that you’re back, you should go pay my folks a visit. You know how my mom is. She’d bake you some of those cookies before you even have time to say hello. She'll give you a bag or two to bring home, too.”
“Hm. It’s been quite a while since I last saw them…” He hummed and nodded along, a pensive look on his face. “We could go together.”
“I g-guess, yeah…” you shrugged your shoulders and tried to mask the sudden raspiness of your voice by clearing your throat again. You hadn’t visited your parents together since that last lunch you had a couple of years ago at their house, when it really dawned on you just how serious your feelings for Leon were. You remembered that moment clearly, as if it had happened yesterday. Your friend was chatting amicably with your dad, making your old man laugh just as he always did. Your mom had that serene look on her face, that one she always seemed to have whenever Leon was around. And you? You were looking at the scene, taking in that precious image of a happy little family, soaking in the genuine love that oozed from each one of them… and your weak heart nearly combusted right then and there. You made a pledge to yourself that day: Leon or nobody. Because there was no one like him, really. No one that could make your dad so genuinely happy or your mother feel so safe and at ease. No one that would make your heart beat so violently in your chest. So you’d rather live your life with no partner at all than settle for someone who wasn’t him.
You just needed to find the courage to tell him.
If only you weren’t such a big coward.
“But… since you’re moving in with me, you’ll probably see them soon enough.” you stated, trying to tune back into the conversation as if you hadn’t just gone on a mental tangent that had left your mind reeling and your heart aching. “You know, they have started to come visit me once or twice every month.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, but they don’t stay overnight or anything.” you swiftly explained. Your tone took up a hint of humor as you added, “You won’t have to share one bed in three, don’t you worry.”
“Oh, I would leave the guest room to them anyway. I’d much rather sleep in your bed. It’s very comfy.” he quipped back with a smirk that made your stomach flip.
“Yeah… Dream on, boy.”
To be honest, you had dreamed of that very same thing happening more times than should be socially accepted. There was no way you’d admit to that, though.
“They just come to say hi, anyway. To make sure I'm doing alright here by myself.” you said, veering the conversation back to a much safer territory. “But I’m quite sure they mainly come to these parts to get a taste of the city life, you know? They've been taking away some whim with dad’s retirement money, living it up a little now that they’re free and old but not that old.'' You paused to share a knowing smile with your friend; you both knew that if your parents had been there, they would have made such a scene over being deemed old. “They like to visit museums and exhibitions, mostly. They look like a cute elderly couple, arm in arm, bickering about the painting's meanings and all that. I know because I chaperoned them the first time.”
Leon listened to you with a fond little smile curling up his lips. Your parents had always been very dear to him for obvious reasons, even more so than your late aunt who had welcomed and taken care of him once he became an orphan and until he left for the police academy in his teens. He was so attached to them that you found yourself worrying more than once if he considered them his parents as well, and you his... younger sister. But you had always tried with all your might to shake the notion away from your mind. You'd get queasy just thinking about it.
“That’s good to hear. They should enjoy their life, now that they can.” He commented, fingers lazily fidgeting with the napkin on the table while he kept his attentive eyes fixed on your face. “We could do that too.”
Mild heart attack.
“Huh? Do… What?”
“Go to museums, exhibitions and whatnot.”
Those words truly made you question whether he wasn't just messing with you, despite the fact that you hadn't picked up on any humor in his voice. Nonetheless, you tried to keep your heartbeat at bay while flashing him a skeptical look.
“But you don’t like any of that.”
"Sure. But you do."
Effortless answer, maximum hit to your heart. He had voiced it with such straightforward frankness that you were left genuinely speechless for a moment.
“I wouldn’t mind going with you.” He added, shrugging his shoulders, as if the answer was so obvious to him that it didn't even need an explanation.
“Huh… Riiight…”
You eyed him curiously, warily even, ready for the punchline he must have been holding back. When none arrived however, your eyes narrowed and your lips pursed in a confused pout. "Have I fallen asleep? Am I sleeping right now? 'Cause that's not something the Leon I know would say." Your tone had a sardonic edge to it, for you were clearly retorting to humor to try to disguise the emotional turmoil he had caused within you with what he had said. Hopefully, it wasn't that evident to him too. “This must be a dream, or something…”
“Eh. Does that mean you dream of me?”
Fuck. You had walked straight into that one. You couldn’t even be mad at him for making your stomach flip like that or for flashing you that smug smirk of his.
With a half-groan, half-grimace, you slapped your hand in the air to ward off his joke and flopped on the table, laying your heavy head on your arms.
“Had a nightmare or two where you showed up, sure.”
That was a lame comeback, you knew it. Of course you knew. But, what else could you have said? You were too preoccupied with hiding your blush from him to come up with a better quip. At that point, you were also struggling to prevent your weary mind from blurting out something far more honest, which would inevitably ruin everything.
God. You truly were just too exhausted. And it wasn't only the sleep-deprived tiredness that was weighing on you, but also the 'I have to double-check every word I say and every little reaction I make so that my best friend doesn't realize I'm in love with him' load that was draining you. And to think this was only the first day of living together…
Well, actually not even the first day. You could only imagine what it would be like to go through this every day, for who knows how long. There was no way you could survive it...
You were too caught up in the webs that were plaguing your mind to register the strong pair of hands grabbing you by the middle before you were tugged out of your chair and lifted into the air.
When a shocked gasp escaped your lips, you were already securely enveloped by two massive arms as solid as steel.
Oh, you were certain. You were absolutely certain that your face resembled a tomato as you raised your wide eyes and met his lazy smile, given that you could feel your cheeks burning.
“The fuck-?!”
Leon snorted at your reaction, his eyes traveling across your face as if to enjoy your flustered state. "I thought you fell asleep," he joked, blatantly lying as he squeezed you playfully and started carrying you out of the kitchen toward your bedroom.
“Leon, god… really?”
That was so unnecessarily extra of him. He did that on purpose, obviously. As he had always done in the past. In fact, after his first year at the academy, he began to pick you up out of nowhere to flaunt off his buff and strong physique, and it only worsened over time. He would lift you up whenever and wherever he wanted, simply to annoy you... and make your stomach do a somersault.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t always enjoy when I did this.”
“I always despised it with my whole being.”
Lie. Biggest lie you could tell. But then again, telling him that you adored how his large and muscular arms swallowed your frame, keeping you snug against his chest and carrying you effortlessly about, or how every freaking time he did that, he caused those stupid butterflies to wreak havoc in your gut, was definitely out of question.
"Huh-huh."
He smirked knowingly, seeing right through your snarky response. The amused glance he threw you compelled you to simply shut your mouth. At that point, you didn’t trust your voice anymore.
You tried to refrain from plainly staring at him the entire time. To not linger on his chiseled jaw, or admire his rosy lips, or the way they curled up in that familiar languid smile. You tried not to marvel at his focused gaze or his long eyelashes which made his eyes look even prettier from below…
You tried. But it was hard. Hard not to be dazzled by his effortless beauty, especially when his face had moved suddenly so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath blowing on your cheek.
You were locked in a daze as he eased you out of his arms and onto your bed. You couldn't tear your gaze away from him, even as he grabbed the blankets and tucked you in, ensuring you were well covered and comfy.
When your eyes met, you felt one of those all-too-familiar thrills rush through every cell of your body.
Oh, you were about to lose it. To do something crazy, something stupid…
Your breath caught when he leaned in again, his fingertips gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling.
“Sleep tight, cookie.”
There was no way you could hold back the genuine grin that bloomed on your face upon hearing the nickname he chose to use. You had been calling each other in every way possible since you were kids; it was one of your favorite pastimes. ‘Cookie’ was a nice addition to the collection.
"Thanks, pup." you quipped back, eyes flashing with amusement and pure affection. "You gonna guard the house while I take a nap, yeah?"
"Like a good boy."
"Mhmm."
You exchanged one last lingering look that almost made you melt in a puddle - and you were glad you were already lying down because your knees couldn't have taken it - before he drew back and headed to the door.
"Dream of me." he teased you as he stood by the entrance, triggering a loud groan from you.
"Shut up-"
You rolled onto your side and hid your face in the pillow as he chuckled softly at your expense. You did not raise your head until you heard the door close. Only then did you let out a long, shaken breath. You could still feel your face burning, your cheeks warm to the touch, and your heart racing in your chest.
What a crazy day! And it wasn't over yet. You were both thrilled and nervous about waking up and spending more time with Leon. You'd need to help him move in, clear his room of your belongings, have a very serious roomie to roomie talk...
But everything would have to wait. Sleep was catching up with you and you had evaded it long enough. The coziness of your bed, along with the pleasant fuzziness still lingering in your chest caused your eyes to grow heavy within seconds. With a yawn, you rolled to the other side, where the sheets from the night prior remained unmade. Your hand lazily clutched the other pillow and pulled it closer.
His scent. It still carried his scent… You nuzzled your cheek into the fabric and took a long breath.
A fond smile tugged at your lips as your eyelids fluttered closed and you dozed off.
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https://www.tumblr.com/frnchgirls/756638518747545600/okay-hear-me-out-because-regencyartrick-is begging and pleading respectfully for the full thing OR even prince!art looking for a queen as he’s supposed to be king
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prince!art has always been a romantic. he blames it on his late father who shared with him countless stories of true love matches when he was a young boy, something the members of the royal family seldom get to experience for themselves. but now, he's no longer a boy, he's a man and his father is gone and his mother is pressuring him to find a suitable wife if he intends to be the next king. now more than ever does art mourn the loss of the days of his youth spent without worry.
he arrives at the first ball of the season and quickly realizes that the tabloids say he's looking to marry and suddenly he feels like he's in shark infested waters. art's being followed around the room by some particularly persistent girls and they're fanning themselves too hard and laughing too loud and he thinks it might be giving him a rash. at one point he actually engages in respectable conversation with a woman, but then he asks about her hobbies, and she looks at him as if she doesn't know the meaning of the word, and he wants to run away from it all.
art's taking a much-needed respite by the refreshment table when you approach, tapping his shoulder. "excuse me?" you say, clearing your throat as your gaze bores into the back of his neck. he's so frazzled he doesn't even turn around before he blurts, "look, if you want me to dance with your daughter, i'm afraid the answer is going to be no." but then he sees you and you're not some old crone, hell and the devil, you are a young lady and a wonder to behold.
you arch a brow and tell him he's standing in front of the lemon bars and you're hungry and if he had a tail, it would be between his legs now. art moves out of your way so fast he almost knocks over the man next to him. "i'm so sorry, my apologies, forgive me!" he pleads with you both, smoothing down his coat and you can't help but smirk because why is he so cute and why do you have the urge to take care of him?
after he regains his composure, he's asking for your name and your favorite color and if you'd be so gracious as to dance with him. "i thought you weren't interested in dancing?" you tease, and he's blushing and shrugging cause he's not, but he'd surely make an exception for you. it's not long before you're talking up a storm on the dance floor and arranging to see each other again and when you find out art's next in line to be king, you're not particularly phased. your family, however, is ecstatic and tells you that you'd be stupid not to marry him.
so, a few months later, when you're standing at the altar, and you've said your vows and art's kissing you so tenderly, he's sure he's going to be the happiest king that ever lived.
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tuna I am. thinking about eelzai. for it is mermay and thus His Time.
imagine. you go out on the water. very cold night, very shitty boat. your engine stalls (definitely didn't get viciously tail-thwacked by a certain eel until it broke that's definitely not what happened) and you get stuck out there, and there's no one else out who will hear you call for a tow, so you're in for the night.
because hes just OH so nice amd has ZERO ulterior motives, dazai hauls his huge ass into your boat (with just how fucking long he is you're surprised he didn't sink it) and offers to let you huddle up with him for warmth! well less offers and more like immediately starts coiling around you before you can respond but you get it. while he's a naturally cold blooded creature, his human half runs pretty hot- perhaps in order to regulate his species' body temp in various underwater environments. it's hard to deny that the heat he radiates its very nice... even if he's soaking wet and his grip is too tight and he keeps licking you with he thinks you won't notice.
I have been Thinking about this for like 3 hours. need him so bad.
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if you're new to mer au check out some of the other stuff so you know what to expect from eelzai! yandere character.
the reason why you're out in the cold, guided only by your tiny lamp and the moonlight is because of dazai, since he won't leave you alone in the morning. trying to traverse the waters in daytime is terribly inefficient because a giant sea creature grabs onto the side of your boat and threatens to topple you over if you don't play (and with a perfectly unassuming smile on his face too, the devil).
you beloved boat has served you for a long time now, a simple but trusty thing that has travelled many hours with you and survived many attempts at dazai's...playtime. but there's only so much tail smacking and claw digging it can take before it gives in on itself, and it just so happens that tonight's when it finally surrenders to dazai's attacks. it only takes a little shove from dazai for the engine to splutter and come to a complete stop, refusing to budge no matter how many times you kick it or plead it to start up again.
and who else shows up but dazai himself? he doesn't even have the shame to pretend to feel guilty about stranding you in the middle of nowhere with your lamp flickering out thanks to his shove, and your phone unable to call for help, and instead he looks up at you like he just so happened to come across you, like he had absolutely nothing to do with your current predicament. he straightens himself out until he's face to face with you, and then looks at your boat with a surprised expression.
"that looks bad," he says, and the surprise morphs into something more wicked, "poor you. can a little human really survive out here on their own?"
"i have a lighter," you lie, "and i will singe your eyebrows off."
he pouts and drags himself down under the dark waters before popping up again on the other side, splashing more cold water onto you, "you must be cold," he croons, clearly relishing in your troubles, "a little flame won't help."
you can't even deny it because you're shivering, even under all your layers. but you won't let him win, can't let him hold yet another victory over your head and grin at you with his too-sharp teeth and his piercing eyes, calling you a weak human once again.
but you've come prepared, and you pull out a thick blanket to wrap over yourself while you consider your options to make it out of the water, either by rowing or finding a way to start up the engine again. except, as you unfurl the wonderful piece of cloth, dazai glares at it and dives head-first, frighteningly fast, making sure to flick his tail in your direction to drench your newfound ray of hope with freezing water. you stare at it, your mind numb and your heart shattered.
"oops," he giggles from behind you, "i didn't mean to do that."
sighing, you resign yourself to your fate. if you rowed hard enough, you could forget about the cold chilling your limbs, right? and you'd have to reach shore eventually, even if it takes...a few hours. you didn't go out that far anyway. but as you rummage in your boat for your oar—the one you went out of your way to get just in case you had to smack dazai in the face whenever he got a little too handsy and eager—you feel the boat tilt backwards, and you turn to face dazai grinning at you with his hands grabbing onto the rear of the boat.
"don't worry about the cold," he, in a motion so fluid you barely see it happening, hauls himself onto the boat, causing you to stumble over and creating a perfect opportunity for dazai to lean over and grab you, ignoring your screeching as he brings you over to him, "i can keep you warm!"
and, oh—you hate it. you hate the unfamiliar sensation of a tail wrapping itself around your legs, you hate his long arms holding your upper body still and his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with faux innocence. you hate the fact that though he's dripping wet and he should be freezing cold, he's surprisingly warm, and somewhat comfortable to be contained within. you hate the way he's careful, too, because you'd have never expected him to be so delicate with the way his claws press over your skin. of course, his caution doesn't extend to stopping himself from placing a few wet kisses here and there, or playfully nipping at the skin of your neck, but it's more than you'd hoped from the same dazai that regularly threatened to eat you.
you're practically immobilized, too, gently rocking with the waves as dazai hums delightedly, but the sight of the stars against the dark sky is gorgeous and the slow movement of the water is reassuring, even with an unfamiliar weight around your body and a predator over you. your oar is long abandoned, and your engine peacefully resting, but you can't find it in yourself to be panicked when dazai's warmth is so comforting against the chill in the air and his stroking slowly lulls you to a much needed rest.
just a few moments, you tell yourself. but when you wake up, the sun has risen and dazai is long gone, but your boat is close to shore, and you know exactly who pushed you all the way here.
maybe night trips weren't that bad.
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The Country Club
student (adult aged) Minho x older fem!reader (she can be however old you want)
This had turned into a few random scenarios. MDNI // SMUT ⚠️‼️
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8
CW: unprotected piv sex, creampie, nipple pinching, biting/blood kink?, car sex.
Minho works at the Country Club bistro three evenings a week, and it seems you have started eating there three times a week, now you’re aware of his shifts.
Tonight you're dining alone. No rich bitchy friends, nor your husband hanging around like usual. He wonders if you bring them to tease and taunt him, knowing he can look at you but not speak to you, knowing he can't touch you? Minho frowns at the thought of your husband. He doesn’t like the asshole one bit. He feels a jealously burn inside of him just at the mere thought that he owns you.
As the patrons leave one by one, Minho starts to feel nerves bubble up inside of him. Are you waiting for him? Are you going to speak to him? Is he going to feel your warm body wrapped around his aching dick? Are you going to tell him nothing will ever happen between you again? Why does even care?
As you get up from where you’re sitting and walk towards him, he busies himself with tidying the counter behind the bar.
"Minho." you say coolly. Why does your voice go straight to his cock?
"Well well well. If it isn't y/n." he smirks crossing his arms, hiding his nerves. "Waiting for some kind of after-hours service?" he arches an eyebrow.
Your expression doesn't change. "I was actually wondering how you get home after your shift?"
Oh. That. Minho sucks in a breath. "Well...um... I ride my pushbike." he feels his skin heating up. Pushbike? How fucking childish. He's not a kid.
"Well, I’m giving you a ride." it's your turn to smirk.
Minho grins deviously. "A ride you say?"
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"This isn't where I live." Minho squints as though he's trying to look out the window of your expensive car. You have driven around the back of the country club to a secluded grassed area. It is so dark, save for the small amount of light emitting from the dash.
Minho is absolutely throbbing for you. You're in a short leather skirt, cream sweater and your hair up in a high pony tail. Part preppy, part rich trophy wife.
He swallows hard as you shut off the engine and turn to him.
"Minho." you rest your manicured hand on his thigh. "My panties," you start. "The ones you kept from that first time. I want to know what you do with them." you purr.
"Oh do you now?” He laughs. “You wanna know what filthy shit I do to them, hmmm?"
His eyes watch you peel your hand away from his leg and rest it on your own thigh now. "Yes." you whisper. "Tell me." you slowly guide your hand up your inner thigh, squeezing your flesh here and there along the way.
"Sometimes," he licks his lips lustfully as your hand disappears under your leather skirt. "I put them in my mouth while I fuck into my hand."
You raise and eyebrow. "Yeah? What else?" you say breathily as your hand ventures further up your skirt.
"I wrap them around my cock. Fuck into them. Get it covered in cum." he starts to palm himself. He can't help himself.
"Wanna see what panties I'm wearing now?" you hum.
He nods. "Fuck yeah! Show me."
"I wanna see your cock first. Get it out for me." you instruct.
Minho is quick to comply. He wanted to play this absolutely cool, maybe even be a bit of a mean prick, and tell you to get it out yourself if you want it so bad. But it has been three weeks since he's tasted you, and he didn't even get his dick touched that day. He's only fucked you the once, and he needs to be inside you soon.
"You've got such a pretty cock, Minho." you take hold of it, eyes fixed to where it’s leaking. Then your mouth sinks over him. So warm, so wet. Minho's eyes roll into the back of his head as you take him in deeper than anyone has ever before.
"Fuck, you're good at this." he hisses. "Anyone would think you suck cock for a living."
The way his tip presses against the back of your throat, and the way your lips create a tight seal around his shaft, he knows he's going to cum too soon.
"Hey! You haven't shown me what panties you're wearing." he grips your pony tail and pulls you up abruptly. Your eyes are already watery and you have dribble all over your chin. So fucking slutty. So why does his heart beat so fast?
"You're absolutely right." you say and sit up.
He’s taken by surprise when you suddenly straddle him. His hands go straight to your thighs, guiding you as you are about to lower yourself onto his lap.
"But, you see, I'm not wearing any panties." you bite your lip and lift your skirt as you roll your bare, wet pussy over his length. You're so soft. Soaking wet. He wants to be inside you so bad.
He grips your hips forcing you to hold still. Silence fills the car. This is the first time he is this close to you face to face. His lips mere inches from yours. He hasn't even tasted them. He's fucked you brutally, eaten you out. But he hasn't even kissed you. He lifts his gaze to your eyes, but they are downcast, looking somewhere to the left.
"Look at me." he says low. Eventually, your eyes meet his. His chest tightens. No. No he can't be feeling these things. Fuck boy. He's a fuck boy. That's all he is to you.
So why does this moment feel so vulnerable? Why are you looking at him with soft eyes and parted lips? Where's that wild woman he normally sees?
Before Minho knows what he is doing, he cups your cheek with one hand, and gently pulls your face to his. Your lips connect softly, as though neither of you even know how to kiss. Slow, delicate, careful movements. He moans into your mouth, giving away just how good this feels to him. But you don't pull away, you melt further into him. He closes his eyes, becoming swept away in the feelings you're stirring up in him.
You do pull away, to peel your sweater off, revealing your pink lace bra. Minho barely takes in the sight of you as he pulls you back in to kiss you again. He needs your mouth on his. His fingers expertly unclasps your bra, letting it fall from your body, and he brings his hand around to squeeze your breast.
He explores your tongue with his, wanting to be deep inside your mouth, and grinds his erection against your wetness.
No words are spoken. The kiss isn’t even broken as you lift yourself high enough for Minho to angle his cock at your entrance. He swallows your moan as you lower yourself down onto his cock in one fluid move.
There’s no power struggle. There’s no roughness. You ride him slow. His cock reaches deep inside you. Your lips won’t leave each other. What is happening? Minho can’t understand. He’s only ever imagined fucking you hard and fast.
But this feels so good. He could do this forever. Fuck you slow and deep. He rolls his hips up to meet yours, hitting a new angle. You whimper as he keeps hitting into that spot over and over. He grips your ass, pulling your cheeks wide so he can reach even deeper. He needs to be as deep as possible. He needs to buried in you.
You start to kiss him more frantically, your hips move a little faster. Together, you build up the momentum until you’re finally fucking each other with some aggression. His fingers dig into your ass harder, and then he slaps your ass. Your wet cunt squelches at every thrust. This is more familiar to him. He slaps your ass again, and feels you tighten around him. You’re getting close, he can tell.
Three hard slaps in quick succession has you squealing against his mouth. Another five and you’re coming hard around his cock. Then he grips your hips and starts quickly fucking you up and down like you’re a cocksleeve. He’s so close to coming.
He brings a hand up to pinch your nipple as hard as he can, causing you to bite down viciously on his lip. It all happens so fast. He feels your teeth break the skin, and then then the taste of blood. It’s too much. He rips your head away by yanking your pony tail and tilts your head back, smearing blood from his lip along the column of your neck. He cums hard with a growl, filling you up.
Neither of you say anything as you calm down and clean up, but Minho is deeply confused. Why does fucking you feel so good? What’s this thing you both seem to have about biting?
But more importantly. What the fuck was that kiss, and why did it make his heart beat faster?
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Hello! i absolutely love your work <33 can i request sagau scaramouche rates your taste in genshin boys pt 2. with diluc, kaeya and zhongli??
SAGAU SCARAMOUCHE RATES YOUR TASTE IN GENSHIN MEN PT. 2
❀ synopsis: you introduce your friend/unofficial sibling to your lover, what could possibly go wrong? everything...
❀ notes: AJNDJNEHBFH MY FIRST REQUEST!!! thank you so much for the support and reblogs, I'm also very honored you like my writing! here's the first part
❀ pronouns: none specified
Diluc Ragnvindr: 2/10
Diluc is this 🤏 close to receiving a 1/10 if he continues to invade you and Scaramouche's sibling bonding time. Obviously, the two don't get along (and will probably never get along) due to Diluc's past and Scara's trust issues, the two argue a lot about you while you're just there vibing with the lamp grass unaware of the commotion.
He's heard of it all, the youngest Cavalry Captain who left the Knights to pursue Monstadt's enemies alone. He'd sometimes use his knowledge of Diluc's past to provoke him, and boy does it provoke him. The two went into a full-blown fistfight at one point, with the occasional use of a vision since their weapons have been thrown aside by the other.
Scaramouche is clingy to the ones who stay by his side, and Diluc is protective of the ones he loves, so you can imagine what it was like when Diluc saw you walking along with Scaramouche (who Diluc knows as the Balladeer, the 6th harbinger of the Fatui) when you told him that you would be introducing a very close friend of yours. It started with Diluc carrying you on his shoulder and running away, with a wild Scaramouche on his tail. And ended with Diluc being treated by Barbara and Scaramouche being treated by Nahida.
You really have to manage your time here, the two won't ever get along and if you spend more time with the other, the one you didn't spend time with will go visit the other and start demanding that they leave you alone. Diluc would wonder how you could ever tolerate and even care for Scaramouche, whatever your reason is he wouldn't be able to understand. Scaramouche would ask when will you break up with Diluc, and would pout if you reply that you wouldn't break up with him.
Kaeya: 3/10
Just right next to Venti, and he would soon be ranked right next to his brother if Kaeya doesn't learn to shut the fuck up-
Arrogant, lazy, and a teasing prick. How many more traits can Kaeya have to piss people off? Scaramouche already looks down on humans, and seeing Kaeya with you disgusts him as he believes you deserve so much better. their first impressions of each other were bad, you can feel the tension in the air when the two just stood there with fake smiles.
He hates it when Kaeya tags along in your travels, even insisting on helping the both of you with your journeys when he has free time. Scaramouche would make a passive-aggressive comment on how the two of you don't need his help, and that you are both capable of defending each other. if you agreed to Kaeya joining Scaramouche would be appalled, before turning around so no one can see the expression on his face. Why did you agree??
The two are in a contest with how much they're provoking each other. If the other one breaks and lash out, the one who didn't wins. Their words to each other are sharp, and even when they're having a decent conversation with the other it's only when you're around, and even then it has slight undertones and hidden threats. Good lord, I hope you have a lot of patience.
Zhongli/Rex Lapis/Morax: 4/10
You know that situation where someone's little sister is dating a boy and the big brother tries to be intimidating but the boy she's dating is taller and stronger than the big brother. Yeah that's the situation Scaramouche is in, but you are not a little girl nor is Zhongli just a human boy.
He's very annoyed with the situation, he's supposed to be the reliable one! What is this skyscraper of a man doing here?! Ngl he might be a tad bit insecure with the situation and would be at arm's length around you the entire time Zhongli was around the both of you. After the first few weeks of introducing him to Zhongli Scaramouche would notice just how pathetic this man is for you, and would find it amusing to watch.
Though it would soon turn to annoyance when Zhongli slowly starts dedicating all his time to you and going as far as to do his paperwork right next to you. This pet of yours is slowly turning into a pest, and he wants to get rid of it immediately. Zhongli would notice how Scaramouche is excluding him from your travels and would confront him about it in private. After the confrontation the atmosphere between the two became suffocating.
The only thing holding back Zhongli from throwing an entire mountain at the child was the fact that you and Scaramouche have a bond similar to siblings. The two of you insult each other but it never held any sort of ill-intent, and you both travel together frequently. Zhongli would rather die than be hated by you, and killing/hurting Scaramouche is a one-way ticket to being hated. So for now, he would just try to spend as much time with you, even if it means being next to the purple haired brat.
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Okay have read “tides of fate” now.
First: obligatory fave quote: “No sooner had he breathed the air into his new lungs than he had claimed your mouth, fell with you to the ground on the very spot where his new feet had first touched it, and begged to have his wife.”
Like yes, babe, and it was hot as fuck.
Second: that it was evil!reader that persuaded Sauron back on track instead of maybe considering going home with his tail between his legs makes “Defied” so much spicier. Now it has an undercurrent of “you wouldn’t even be here without me, why won’t you listen? Why won’t you yield just a little?” It calls attention to the fact that Sauron thinks of her as a part of him, not just in the cutesy way but also (subconsciously and probably buried deep in his mind) as a part of him to serve his purposes. A beloved vital organ, barred from going against him in anyway.
My longstanding conspiracy theory is that Sauron (esp as you write him but generally) has a need to be Adored, (in canon in the sense of being worshipped, in fanfic land in both worship and the romantic relationship sense). I think your evil reader series couples really well with that, in the sense that your Sauron both needs to be adored and to adore. That he has a SO so intertwined with his story, his plots and schemes satisfies both needs.
I think he feeds on evil!reader’s desire of him in a very real way. I do wonder how he’d fare given the “it’s me or the rings” ultimatum but for real. I also lowkey wonder if his proposal to form The Two, by mixing their blood together, might have something to do with potentially binding her to him even more permanently, so no matter how angry or disappointed or abandoned she felt she would never be able to forsake him. He’d have to be banking on his maiar blood overpowering hers and keeping her from having a similar impact on him, I guess.
Anyways, these are the ramblings I have to offer today. Thanks for the great fic 💜
Oh they are excellent ramblings👀 I perfectly agree that Sauron wants to be admired, and I think that’s also why when someone tries to call him Sauron aka “the Abhorred” he kind of deflects with his go-to line ‘I’ve had many names’.
As for their relationship, in my mind, the more involved they get with the Rings, the more things spiral out of control. I did have the fight in Defied on my mind while I was writing this, cause in that one reader is the one backtracking a little while Sauron just goes full-speed ahead and that’s partially because at that point he especially is more and more blinded by his greed for the Rings, since they are literally made of him. There is a hope on both their parts that The Two will help put them back on the same track and make their union even stronger, but tbh at the moment I don’t see it going that well😅 Like, there might be such a thing as ‘too close’. I was listening to Over each other by Linkin Park, and it made me think of a potential period of decline between them where their thoughts are so intertwined by the influence of The Two that it feels like ‘all they are is talking over each other’:
Reaching for satellites, but all along/Under your breath, you're sayin' that I was wrong, oh/The skyscrapers we created are comin' down/And free-fallin' to the pavement/Cause you won't let me breathe/And I'm not ever right/All we are is talkin'/Over each other
And that drives them insane and brings out the worst in them, making them blame each other for the mess as the peoples of Middle-Earth keep fighting back and their goal seems forever out of reach and ugh. It’s messy af and idk how (if) that’s gonna be fixed.
But I like to go hand in hand with canon so you guys don’t have to worry about that kind of angst any time soon. Good thing season 3 isn’t here yet😅
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Cat Boi: H Patch
Minors DNI/SMUT
CW: AFAB! Reader, Cat boi, Scaramouche is his own warning, you call Scara good boy like twice and basically aphrodisiacs
What do we get when someone loves Scara cat boi and has hormones that are out of control because reasons? Good old fashion 2.6k words of smutterino. First time writing smut *hides*
This takes place prob between cat boi 1 and 3 ish (not canon canon but H Patch ^^)
One day, you decided to play a bit of a joke on your cat boy, Scaramouche, by bringing home some catnip. You had read that it has some calming properties for actual cats, so why not try it on your rowdy cat boy? At the pet store, you decided on getting both the dried and the live grass to see which would work better, although you had higher bets on the live.
You arrive at your house with the cat nip and Scaramouche greets you at the door. Sometimes you swear he's more of a dog boy than cat boy. The cat boy sniffs the bag, and has a puzzled look on his face.
"What is that weird smell?" His nose wrinkles in disgust. "Did you get me some shitty medicine again?"
"No, no," you laugh. "This is catnip. Apparently, it calms cats down and makes them enter a state similar to when a person gets high, so I was wondering if it'd work on you."
"Sooo, you're attempting to drug me?" His tail flicked angrily, his eyes had a look of betrayal in them. How dare his precious human attempt to drug him?!
You shake your head. "I got these in case you wanted to try them. I'm not gonna slip this stuff into the food you know." You ruffle his hair in between the cat ears.
As you put down the bags from your shopping trip, Scaramouche peaks into the bag with the living catnip in it, and takes another whiff of it, nose still wrinkled in semi disgust, but even though it smells weird, the cat boy almost can't stop sniffing it. It feels like his brain is going to mush; he couldn't stop purring and giggling like a school girl.
"Scara, are you ok in there?" You call from the kitchen as you were prepping tonight's dinner. "I hear you laughing, and one thing I know about you is when you're laughing, it's never a good sign."
Scaramouche slinks into the kitchen, face red with blush and eyes glazed over. "Hey, y/n, has anyone ever told you that you hot when you cook?" He slurs out. "Or that you smell really nice? Almost like Citrus. Lemon of course."
"Well, yeah. I cook fish a lot so I gotta get that smell out somehow. Are you ok?" You start pan frying the steak in seasoned butter and start boiling the water for the rice. Tonight's menu was steak with rice and green beans: simple, easy and effective.
The cat boy starts giggling again, stumbling through the kitchen to try and hug you while you're cooking. Once he did hug you, you notice that he is radiating body heat like someone who has a fever.
"Scara, look at me. Are you sure you're ok?" He stares at you, eyes dilated, blush on his face, and tail and ears twitching. His tail starts to make its way to your wrist but you pull away before the cat boy can wrap his tail around your wrist. You make the mistake of looking down and notice a slight bulge in his pants, causing both of you to blush even harder. "So, uh, this is awkward. Did the catnip make you, uh, like…this?" You stammer out, not sure of what to make of the situation.
"I'm not sure, but all I know right now is that down there hurts and it's tight." Scaramouche shifts his legs, almost trying to help soothe his acting nether regions.
What would even be the morality of helping your cat boy with the sudden arousal? You got yourself (and him) into this mess, so what's the safest, most ethical way out? The cat boy was easy enough on the eyes, soft dark purple hair which was currently sticking to his forehead, purple eyes that reflected galaxies, and the twitching cat ears which were pressed against his head in embarrassment.
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth: I want you to be honest with me. Can you willingly consent to possible sexual acts? Will you be ok with me helping you with your problem?" You have a serious look on your face, trying to make sure that you were not taking advantage of him. Using his full name managed to snap him out of his daze for a few moments.
"I don't care what you do, just help me with my damn problem." He snaps back. "You can fuck my brains out for all I care. Just be careful of the tail, it's sensitive."
You chuckle. "Let's eat and clean up first. No, I'm not the meal." You hear a tongue click at that notion.
As you guys eat, you start questioning the cat boy about what he knows, although you can tell his mind is elsewhere, legs rubbing together for any type of relief. Eventually, he says that he wants to try and let his instincts and you guide him through the relief process.
After dinner, while you were cleaning up, you noticed Scaramouche had gone back over to the catnip plant, deeply inhaling its scent; apparently the smell was super addictive. The blush on his face somehow increased further and his tail swished back and forth impatiently. Needless to say, Scaramouche was eager for relief.
"Scara," you call out. "I'm heading upstairs." As if he was under a spell, he followed you in a daze, sniffing the air. His ears and tail flicked nervously in anticipation.
Once you two got to the bed room, Scaramouche tackled you onto the bed, rubbing his head on your chest, inhaling your scent. Somehow, it was more addictive than the scent of catnip. The cat boy, lost in his instincts, started rutting against your leg, eager for relief for the warmth in his lower abdomen.
"Scara, let's get these clothes off, shall we?" You chuckle and Scaramouche looks up at you, eyes demanding why did you stop his release. You start by slipping his black shirt over his head and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Scaramouche attempts to stick his tongue out at you, but you grab it with your own Tongue, battling for dominance in his mouth. As fate would have it though, you nicked your tongue against his sharp teeth and you pulled back from your assault, both of you panting from the battle.
“Ha, for someone who has ‘experience’ you sure did fuck up,” the cat boy teased.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you have sharp teeth,” you scowled. “Now, if you want to try that again be my– mmmfph.” You were cut off by a passionate kiss, this time though, the battle was in your mouth. Tongues swirling around in your mouth had you moaning and heat pooling at your core. Scaramouche was no better, moaning your name in your mouth.
You cup his face with one hand and roll his nipple between your fingers with the other, causing him to moan even louder. Scaramouche started grinding against your leg again, this time faster, chasing his own pleasure. His tail wrapped itself around the arm that was cupping his face while his hands went to your waist. When you felt like he was getting close to his relief, you push him off.
“Hey! I was almost there,” The cat boy hisses.
“I know, but first we have got to get these shorts off you. Maybe you can help me undress as well?” You wink at him. At the mention of undressing you, he immediately starts by lifting your shirt, revealing a black, lacey, pushup bra that makes your chest look even more divine than it usually does. Scaramouche blushes at seeing you nearly topless like this. Sure, he has seen you topless after getting out of the shower or getting dressed in the morning, but this was the first time he’s seen you topless as a woman, and not purely as his master.
“You like what you see?” Your sultry voice made him blush and his dilate even further. The indigo haired cat boy quickly looked away, nose almost bleeding from sheer stimulation. “I’m going to take your shorts off now,” you tell him, and kiss his forehead and Scaramouche nods in agreement, eager to strip everything off to be even closer to you.
As you slide his shorts and underwear over his knees, you can’t help but to notice how hard he actually was, tip flaming red and dripping precum. Even his pants slipping past his cock was enough to make him whimper and almost cum on the spot.
"Oh, look at you," you croon as you massage the tip between your fingers. You push him back onto the bed, trapping him underneath you. "My fierce, sassy cat boy reduced down to a mewling kit. Tell me: how badly do you want me?"
It was at this point Scaramouche decided to take his chance and wrap his tail around your hips and pull down your bra to suck on your nipple.
"Ah-ah-ah," you tut, smacking his hands away from your chest. "Only good cat boys get to play with my breast. Have you been a good boy?" His ear flatten against his head, equal parts shame at becoming noticeably aroused when you called him a good boy and equal parts excitement.
"I don't care about that shit. Just help me relieve this throbbing pain." He attempts to command you, but it just comes out as a whimper.
You cock an eyebrow at him and he immediately knew he messed up. Scaramouche, the proud arrogant cat boy with a sword for a tongue, started one thing you never expected him to do: beg
"I'm sorry y/n. I'll be a good boy. Please relieve this pain. Please-please-please. I need you," He starts babbling, words and prayers spilling over his lips. Poor cat boy was already pussy drunk and he hadn't so much as touched it directly.
You strip your pants and underwear off and that almost sends Scaramouche over the edge. Unhooking your bra, you allow him to squeeze your breasts gently, causing you to moan a bit louder. As you straddle him again, you lean down and gently nibble his sensitive, furry ears, sending jolts up the cat boy's spine. The wet sounds in his ears were just so exquisite, gasping and moaning even louder.
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," you whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you want to have sex with me? We can stop now if you want." The catnip had to be wearing off soon, but Scaramouche was still very much in the mood. He nods, almost unable to get the words out. "Scara, I'm going to need you to use your words, otherwise I will not continue."
"Y-yes master," Scaramouche whines. "Pl-please do something about my leaking cock."
You lift yourself up slightly and align his weeping cock with your needy hole and lower yourself down gently. Upon entering your folds, the cat boy almost cums on the spot; the stimulation was too much. Scaramouche moans and bites your neck to try and quiet himself, but you lift his face up and crash your lips into his and suck on his bottom lip.
"I'm going to move now," you say into his mouth, to which Scaramouche nods vigorously. As you start grinding on his dick, you feel it throb inside of you, pulsating with anticipation. Your walls tighten and loosen around Scaramouche's cock as you kiss him, throwing both of you into a passionate fury.
"I-I'm close," you moan. "S-scara it's ok to c-cum inside." You can barely speak through the intense pleasure. As you babble on, you can feel his dick twitch before finally exploding inside you. His tail wraps even tighter around you when the release happens. It wasn't long after you crest the peak of your own orgasm, leaving you both sweaty and panting. Scaramouche's ears were twitching happily, face relaxed like you've never seen it before, and generally at peace with himself.
"Was that fun?" You ask, still on top of him, dick still inside of you. He sluggishly nods, smiling like he's in a dream. You ruffle his ears and hair and unwrap his tail from around you. As you get off him, the cat boy tries to give you a hug to pull you back down, but Scaramouche's energy was spent, so his hug had no pull.
You quickly locate the tissues and hand them off to Scaramouche and tell him if he needs help cleaning up to let you know if he wants to take the lazy route, otherwise a shower is the best option. The cat boy rushes to the shower, cum dripping down his leg. As you clean yourself up, you debate joining him in the shower to wash up before bed. Scaramouche pokes his head out of the bathroom, demanding that you help clean him in the shower.
For some reason, you two can never agree on water temperature. You prefer it to be scolding hot whereas he prefers it to be warm but not hot, which feels cold to your skin. Eventually, you settle on a decent shower temperature, and you start washing his hair.
"Mind the ears," He grumps. Scaramouche is back to his old uptight self again. "Also, don't be so rough; I'm delicate you know."
"Yes, yes, my big strong cat boy and his delicate ears," you muse. "OK, body wash time." You start putting the soap on the wash cloth and as you start scrubbing him down, he yowls.
"Gentle, I said. Gentle!! What part of that don't you understand?!" He was so cute when he scowled, but you weren't going to let him know that.
"Exfoliation Scara. It's good for the skin. Also, did not think I was that rough." The cat boy glared at you in response. "Good news is, you're clean now." You rinse off the suds and Scaramouche shook his head, almost like a dog, to get the water out of his hair. "H-hey now!"
The cat boy stuck his tongue out at you and nimbly hopped out of the shower. "Now you can have your hot as hell water to fuck up your skin with."
Even though Scaramouche was clean, he still hung out in the bathroom, watching you shower with an intense gaze. His ears twitched excitedly. The way the soap slid off your breasts, the way your hands went through your hair when you washed it was all so alluring. He considered himself lucky to have had the experience he did tonight, even if it was fueled by catnip.
After you were done scrubbing yourself, you put on your pajamas. Scaramouche was laying in the bed and had already put on his signature black sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt with a cat on it, which you got purely for the irony.
You head over to the bed and get in under the covers and could just feel Scaramouche's body heat radiating through the blankets.
"So, amuse me,"you cock your head in wonder. "Does catnip affect every cat boy like an aphrodisiac or only some? Also, I didn't take advantage of you did I?"
"So, it does have aphrodisiac-like properties on certain cat boys or girls but I was still very much in control. I was not expecting to be hit that hard by it, but I've been wanting to experience you for a long, long time. So, it's win-win. You got to play a small 'joke' on me and I got to experience your body. Now tell me," He smirks. "When can we do stuff like that again? And next time: I want to be in control." Scaramouche kisses you before turning away.
"Ok fine, but remember: I'm the master in all other areas in life." You whisper in his ear, causing it to flick from the simple stimulation of your breath. You pull him in close to cuddle him like a stuffed animal and as much as he tries to say he hates being little spoon-he really does enjoy it.
The two you drift off to sleep, dreams of each other's bodies racing through your mind, wanting to experience the whole act again.
#scaramouche#genshin smut#genshin#scara#scaramouche x reader#afab reader#cat boy#inappropriate uses of catnip#cat boi scara#scara meow#nyaa
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