#twisted metal headcanons

[iloveolderman0]

NSFW sweet tooth headcanons

❗️MINORS DONT INTERACT PLEASE ❗️

* If you are a virgin don’t worry sweet tooth is too!

* When he gets horny and you don’t know & you guys are in public, he would press himself against your body from behind and wrap his arms around you while you talk to people or in a discussion. If you still don’t get the memo he would move his mask and kiss your neck and then you get the memo and excuse yourself from the discussion and go to a room / bathroom ( depending where you are )

* He would never be mean when you guys have the deed, he also doesn’t like teasing since he’s is new to this he just wants to go at it without teasing and degrading

* he would praise you a lot and worship your body, he would only show his face to you.

* speaking of his face, he loves smothering his face into your breast or neck while he’s humping / thrusting into you

* he would never wear his mask around you only when you guys go out and there’s people their

* he’s really passionate when it comes to sex, and when you have sex with him, it feels amazing.

* loves to have you close to him for example chest to chest, stomach to stomach.

* loves to take it from behind and from the front, but he wants you to lay flat though so he can lay on you and thrust into you

* he would mark you a lot by leaving hickeys and sometimes bruises ( when you guys are done having the deed and sees the bruises or bruise he will apologise so many times and you have to reassure him that it’s okay )

* when you guys are done having sex and you’re guys are puffed out, he will lay on you or you guys lay on your side and hug each other. ( he lives for that )

* he will ask if he’s hurting you when you guys do it, even when he enters your hole he will ask if he’s hurting you.

* he loves you a lot to make it this far, He thinks you’re his soulmate ( because u are 😘 )

* he loves to worship your body and smother it in kisses and hickeys

* his sex is so passionate you feel like you’re floating

* please do not break this man’s heart because he will feel like he was used or overthink if he did something wrong.

* he might play some music while you guys do it

* he definitely jerks or sometimes and leaves the room once he’s done and he sees you and gets a boner.

* speaking of a boner, he thinks of something very sexual while you’re doing something cute or just talking to people he will get a boner and he uses your body to cover it, sometimes he makes you feel his boner.

* he loves shower sex, pool sex, bed sex and quickies.

* he gets jealous very easily and will have jealous sex with you but makes the person watch, and brags how good you make him feel and taunts the person .

* btw he’s really good at giving, and when you give him head he’s very vocal and he wouldn’t even be able to look at you, your name rolls off his tongue loudly and long with swear words due to the pleasure.

* he’s also very loud when you guys have sex and he wants the slashers / friends or whoever to know that you guys belong to each other

* loves dry humping you when you are just laying on the bed

* when you’re sleep and he wakes you up, it probably because he’s asking a question on something you might want to take to work ( food ) or him asking you if he could fuck you.

* if you say yes while all sleepy and have your face on the pillow with arms around it, he will wrap his arms from underneath and pull down your underwear ( he likes it when you wear nothing but a underwear) and starts humping you slowly while you moan all sleepy and whimper underneath him.

* if you say no and want him to go to bed and hug you, he will beg you and if you still say no. He will whine and get into the bed and wrap his arms around waist while he makes you feel how hard he is, he slowly humps you dry and if you get annoyed he will start kissing your neck while slowly humping you dry from behind while you still have your underwear on and so does he

* loves it when you allow him to leave his cock inside you and make it warm

* breeding kink and praising kink.

I love sweet tooth 🦷 ❤️

[crocodork-apopogist-reprise]

I’m just saying, sebek would make a kickass lead singer for a metal band. Like, his voice is powerful as all hell and he has to let his anger out somehow.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

https://twitter.com/wafflesex/status/1705556296685220043?t=XfK0JwdxO_SLhJhaIL2QaA&s=19

Hehe this made me hapi

Tbh, I do this, often even

[hey-august]

[Cross Guild Headcanons] That time of month

Finally got the motivation to knock this out after receiving this ask!

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, crocodile x f!reader. mihawk x f!reader. buggy x f!reader, period sex, oral f-receiving while on period, descriptions of blood, mild descriptions of violence but no violence or use of sharp objects during sex

🐊Crocodile🐊

You're on top, hands on his broad chest, and grinding down on his thick cock. Croc is blissed out, eyes open juuuust enough to watch your sinful ride.

Looking down, you notice smears of color you didn't expect. Something that explains why you felt extra horny and extra wet. Your fucking period made it's grand arrival.

You move to get off, but Crocodile stops you. He holds you with his hook. The metal is cold against your hot skin, sending a shiver through your body that earns a groan from the man beneath you.

"Keep going, don’t you dare stop."

Crocodile rolls his hips, prompting you to keep moving. Even though you try to gracefully take your leave, he doesn't want you to. And truthfully, neither do you.

"Fuck, that’s it, impale yourself on my cock. Stuff yourself."

His eyes are open and trained on you. He's thrilled watching you fuck through the initial embarrassment and discomfort, giving into the pleasure only he can give you.

"C’mon, let me fuck the cramps out of your womb."

Crocodile holds you still with one large hand and fucks into you, hard and deep. He can't decide what's a better view - his cock covered in your blood, or the beautifully whorish expression on your face.

Even after you've both cum, he continues to thrust in and out, mixing all of your fluids together. So fucking beautiful.

🦅Mihawk🦅

Mihawk has you on all fours, one hand braced on your shoulder and the other on your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

One time he pulls back and sees red smeared on his length and collecting at the base of his dick.

This one look turns him feral. Wild. It’s like a switch flipped.

It isn't the first time Mihawk has fucked you on your period. It's nothing new. But it's a more-than-welcome surprise for the swordsman.

His mind is filled with visions of slicing, the sound of clanging steel, blood pouring - it’s too fucking much. The brutality of his life mixes with the hunger you have for each other.

Mihawk doesn’t want to hurt you, he would never. But he's bloodthirsty and only you could satiate him. Only you could take him like this.

"That's it, you're taking this so well."

"You were made for this, you were made for me."

Mihawk spreads your ass so he can watch his slick and blood covered cock slam into you. He can just imagine your slackjawed expression as you cry out and cum on him.

Immediately after filling your cunt, Mihawk pulls out and shoves his face into your sopping hole, eager to have your blood on his tongue.

🤡Buggy🤡

You are bent in fucking half while Buggy screws you into the mattress. With his hands behind your knees, he looks down to watch where your bodies connect and sees the blood on his cock.

His movements pause and he's about to tell you, but then you say the words that have him twisted around your finger.

"Don't stop. Keep going."

There's no way Buggy would disobey those orders. Not when you you look him right in the eyes and ask so fucking sweetly from a mouth that was gagging on his dick moments ago.

So he keeps going, using his cock to stab into you, again and again and again. His thrusts are rough and mean, just how you like them.

The blood doesn't actually phase him. If anything, it's thrilling. He relishes each gasp you make every time he enters your body and leaves it bloodied.

"I'm going to ruin you," he promises.

Buggy will make good on that. He knows how to turn you into a filthy mess, and this time will be no different. He'll have you cumming on his cock until your eyes have rolled back, your legs are numb, and the sheets are stained.

When it's his turn, Buggy finishes by pulling out and stroking his cock, smearing the blood all over his hand, and coming on your stomach.

And then he'll admire the mess he made. The ruined mess you let him turn you into.

[hyukakisses]

We got beomie and hyuka as ghostface individually but what would happen when our sweet little reader ends up being ghostface with him????

I was binging the franchise and pondered on the idea since there’s typically more than one behind the mask OOooOoOoOoOo

I love spooky szn hahaha not as much as I love you!!!

- 🙂‍↕️

aww omg i love you too :D

-ghostface emo txt dating ghostface reader! (request!)

pairings: emo ghostface txt x ghostface reader

plot: random separate ghostface txt x ghostface reader headcanons

warnings: gore, smut, fluff, plot twist, txt infantilizing reader, cursing, death, heavily inspired by different ghostfaces’ from the scream franchise, bottom reader x top txt, takes place in university, established relationship between txt and reader, fan x celebrity dynamic between beomgyu and reader, (reader is jill roberts and beomgyu is charlie walker), crybaby reader

yeonjun as amber freeman ㅤׄㅤ 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•when a second ghostface was back in town you were more paranoid than usual, resulting in giving yeonjun your sliver heart locket necklace as a form of protection. “w-wait jjunnie” a small squeak falls from your pouty lips as you lay beneath your boyfriend on your pretty back. yeonjun pulls away from your mouth with a whine of protest. “what is it baby? am i going too fast?” you shake your head at that question, “i-i just don’t know what i’d do if anything happened to you” your shaky hands reach up to take off the sliver chain around your neck and you cursed at yourself for sparing yeonjun. what makes him so different from the friends in your life? you hated them and you hate your boyfriend too right?

•with a flushed face, your hands wrap around yeonjun’s neck clipping on the heart locker necklace you always wore. “i just wanna make sure you’re okay.. with ghostface running around again im really scared of losing you” you cringed at yourself, hating how you just said how you felt out loud.

•yeonjun only smiles at your scared state, you really think he needs protection from the masked killer running around town? if only you knew. “thanks baby” yeonjuns brown eyes pierce down at your pretty skirt, “you have condoms right?”

•yeonjun loved how stupid you’d get from his cock each time he’d fuck you, smiling menacingly as the emo boy imagined how cute you’d look struggling to breathe with his hands wrapped around your airway- “jjunnie?” you call out weakly, yeonjun’s eyes open. “i wanna cum jjunnie” you’d whine at his fingers pinching and pull at your swollen bud. the cold metal from yeonjun’s rings making you shiver

•yeonjun always threw the best parties in campus, which annoyed you since you hated parties but whatever tonight can be the night you finally kill your boyfriend right? “why are you watching this?” you stand behind the couch yeonjun laid on watching the texas chainsaw massacre. “it helps calms me down” the black haired male finishes his drink, “hey baby can you please get me some more beer?” you sighed and nodded going into the basement. closing the fridge you jump at yeonjun standing in front of you with a grin, “that was a test and you failed!” “what? you said to get more beer!” “yeah and you should have asked me to come to the basement with you!” you scoffed contemplating if you should just kill yeonjun right here right now “look baby you can’t just go around in scary places alone with a masked killer around it just makes you look suspicious” “what? what do you mean i look suspicious?” yeonjun steps closer “it makes me think maybe you’re the killer running around woodsboro” you froze your eyes wide and yeonjun laughs at your petrified state “im kidding baby i know you’re not the killer” you narrowed your eyes confused now. “and how do you know that i’m not the killer?” yeonjun chuckles again walking so close to you that you felt his breath on your lips “because im the killer” you squeak falling to the ground below your feet “im kidding baby! jeez!” his strong arms lift you up to your feet again “no but seriously i know you’re not the killer because look at you, you’re such a crybaby i think even killing as something as little as a bug will have you confessing in shame. now come on let’s go i wanna play beer bong”

•you blinked confused at why you were being dragged in a closet, “jjunnie? what are you doing?” “baby just be quiet yeah? it’s hard to explain just- just don’t come out until you i come get you alright?” your eyes widen at yeonjun bonding your wrists together with a rope “i promise baby i’ll explain everything later just be a good girl and be quiet for me yeah?” and that’s when you knew yeonjun was the other ghostface running around town. “can you say ‘yes jjunnie i understand’ for me baby? i just wanna make sure you’re not going to leave” you were paralyzed with fear “y-yes jjunnie i understand”

•you felt like you were about to have a heart attack watching yeonjun clean his bloody arms with a rag, grabbing a huge stash of cash and stuffing it in a duffel bag. the sound of police cars coming from outside. you couldn’t lie you felt extremely turned on by watching your boyfriend slaughter people with his bare hands and a single knife but still you couldn’t believe yeonjun was the second masked killer all along. “you scream and ill silt your throat” yeonjun grabs you out of the closet whispering in your ear “or better yet i’ll tell the cops outside that you did this which wouldn’t be a lie considering you are the other killer” “how did you know?” your blood runs cold staring at the knife yeonjun had poking by your airway “oh come on baby you’re so fucking obvious you really think i’m that dumb? i mean you’re good with your killings i’ll give you that but you’re sloppy leaving pieces of the pretty ribbons you wear behind? you’re so lucky i was there to clean up your messes now be quiet and come with me” you felt an arm tug you by the back door as police officers burst through the front door.

soobin as ethan landry 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•am i gonna die a virgin? was all soobin could think about as he tries to listen to his classmates talk about a masked killer going around campus slaughtering everybody. i mean soobin was one of the killers but who could the other killer be? he was nervously picking at his nails because of this. his mind immediately going to how badly you’re gonna flip at this

•soft whines and whimpers echo the walls on your bedroom when soobin’s tongue swirls around your right nipple while his large hand kneaded your left tit “binnie?” you call out making soobin whimper at you tugging his face up to meet yours “yeah?” his eyes bore into yours “i think i’m ready now” you were referring to losing your virginity. soobin’s face squints into a smile, “yeah?” he moves the hand from your tit and drags it underneath your short skirt. “you want me to pop your pretty little cherry? really baby?” you nod making your boyfriend excitedly kiss your lips

•soobin moans deeply his hands gripping onto your hips with an iron grip, fucking your smaller body onto his cock scared you’ll squirm away. “s-soobinnie!” you wail hugging onto your boyfriend tighter when you felt soobins cock reach your sensitive spot. his globes smacking against your ass making you whine at the burning sensation. “w-wanna cum! wanna cum” you babbled with tears welling at your pretty eyes. this action going straight for soobin’s dick making his hips stutter as he pulls you flush to his body. “yeah?” he drags you closer to his weeping cock, his hand rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit making you weep pathetically, your cunt twitching uncontrollably when you cum all over soobin’s cock triggering his long awaited release. the emo boy sighing dreamily when he shoots in load in your pussy, —this is way better than getting off to hentai

•you constantly tease soobin after that night, giggling about how you both weren’t going to die as a virgins and how you told your friends and they high fived you. which normally could have set soobin off but he let that slide. soobin pretty much let anything slide, even your cute habit of calling him ‘bunny!’ each time you see him in public. soobin just thought you were too cute to kill anybody. so that definitely rules you out on his ghostface suspicions…

•“binnie?” you break the makeout session you were currently in with the secret masked killer. “you won’t let ghostface hurt me right?” your faux eyes in fear bore into soobins as he huffs at the loss of contact from your lips. “i-i won’t, i-ll fucking kill him you hear me?” soobin chants yanking you into another kiss, a large hand presses against your throat, hard enough for you to feel but not hard enough to choke you. “promise?” you breathed smiling holding out your pinky. soobin chuckles wrapping his pinky around, yours kissing your hand before kissing you again. “i won’t i swear i won’t- i promise” you felt yourself melt at the reassurance. “i love you bunny” you flush watching your boyfriend play with your hand. “your hand is so small” “look at how big my hand looks compared to yours” you thought soobin randomly comparing your hand sizes was cute

•when soobin asked you to get his pierce the veil cd you were more than willing to do so! reaching in his top drawer and when you felt something shiny you just assumed it was the said cd, before you let out a wince in pain at a stabbing sensation. “what the-“ your eyes widen at the familiar knife you mistaken for the cd. you couldn’t believe your boyfriend who reminded you of a bunny could be a crazed serial killer. without saying anything you tuck the knife away and start to look elsewhere for the requested item

•watching soobin slice open a boy’s throat from under your bed definitely wasn’t on your bingo card. you shook in fear and your hands cling on your mouth in attempt of silencing your whimpers, not so sure if you were whimpering in fear or arousal. you just couldn’t believe soobin went as far as killing some guy for you just out of his own jealously- maybe you can come clean about being ghostface too? you yelp when you felt your leg being pulled. okay fuck that! you were definitely too scared maybe you won’t tell him until you’re certain he won’t cut you up too

beomgyu as charlie walker ㅤׄㅤ 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•beomgyu was absolutely obsessed with horror films, the boy even ran a club for it. so he was definitely caught up with the ghostface lore, even as going far as making documentaries his victims that loved around woodsboro.

•you thought this was annoying, how beomgyu followed you around like a lost puppy with a stupid camera in your face because he thought you were pretty. or how beomgyu would invite himself over your house to watch a scary movie and forced you to download letterboxd for him

•beomgyu was pathetic, you never talked to him around campus yet he has this huge crush on you and he knows everything about you. from your favorite color to the fact that you’re not this moody girl you painted yourself to be, but instead you were a huge crybaby who talked to your stuffed teddy bears out of loneliness.

•beomgyu began watching you through binoculars each time you left your window open. his cock weeping with pre cum in his pants as he snaps photos of you pleasuring yourself with your adorable little plushies. praying to god you’d stop being a bitch and let him fuck you

•beomgyu’s heart filled up with joy when you randomly asked him out. you claimed you’ve always had a thing for him and his nerdy interests but really you just wanted help in your ghostface scheme. you knew beomgyu wouldn’t say no.

•your heart pounds in your ears as you stare at the bloody portrait beomgyu placed behind your teddy bear. it was a boy you had math with, gutted all over a mattress and you really feared beomgyu at this moment, afraid of what he might do to you if he found out you were just using him

•“you’re not fucking serious? you’re backing out because you’re scared you’ll get caught?” beomgyu chuckles blowing another thrust at your sloppy cunt making you whimper loudly. “we’re not done with this ghostface shit until i say so you hear me? now stop fucking moving and make yourself useful and take my cum yeah?” beomgyu breathes yanking you up and down his member, using you as a fleshlight. “if you threaten me like that again i’ll fucking you kill you and behead your plushies” beomgyu laughs at your teary eyes. proceeding to kiss you deeply shoving his tongue down your pretty throat <3

taehyun as billy loomis 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•taehyun knew you were behind recent killings the second you expressed your jealously. “i’ll.. i’ll kill her if you don’t stop being her friend!” you told taehyun about how you hated his girl best friend. well you actually hated all of his friends but that’s not the point. taehyun was able to calm you down after swearing he’ll stop the friendship, but when he heard about the death of his beloved friend he knew it was you.

•taehyun asked you carefully, afraid he’d upset you if you had anything to do with the murder. “so what if i did? why are you asking? did you wanna fuck her or something!” you sob at the accusation. taehyun panicked and immediately dropped the conversation comforting you was more important

•taehyun also found your ghostface mask and black robe when he was doing your laundry, already imagining how baggy the piece of clothing looked on you. a smile crept onto his face when he should have been scared

•taehyun thought how blunt you were about something as serious as killing was cute the way you can babble about gutting any girl he ever talks to and then show him your collection of ribbons like if nothing happened really did throw him off

•“what’s your favorite scary movie?” you heard ghostface whisper in your as he stuffed his long fingers inside your wet cunt. smiling as he notices the tears down your chubby cheeks. “black.. black swan!” you cry holding onto taehyun’s wrist, scared he’d kill you right there despite you being ghostface yourself. taehyun lifts the ghostface mask off his face needing to kiss you, this reveal making you jump. “h-hyunnie?” your cunt squeezes taehyun’s digits as he spreads your folds apart. “shhh just relax and be a good girl for me yeah? lay down so i can have my meal.” he smacks a hand down your pretty clit. lightly tossing you back in your baby pink sheets ):

•when taehyun started killing along with you, you grew lazy on your killing spree. “you can do it hyunnie i just wanna play animal crossing” “you’ll take over for me right?” you smile handing him your ghostface mask and robe “you’re way stronger than i am hyunnie!” taehyun would take this role very seriously

•taehyun let you do whatever you wanted until you started spiraling. “i had to hyunnie! she was going to take you away from me!” you sob hysterically, soaked in your victim’s blood. “baby she was just delivering mail” taehyun sighed scared you’ll blow your cover, along with his. “how about you just let hyunnie deal with the killing from now on yeah? you just sit there and look pretty” he coos at your quivering lips, pulling you into the bathroom he’ll just clean up your mess later.

huening kai as stu mutcher 𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚:

•huening kai didn’t have a serious bone in his body, he was always giggling at something despite being very fucking weird and awkward. i mean who has a collection of butterfly knives? and who gifts that to someone else else? nobody knew how he pulled you.

•the only time you’ve ever seen kai so serious was when you both were listening to tommy february and tommy heavenly 6 on his hello kitty cd player, aruging over who was better. you being team heavenly and him being team february.

•hyuka being one of the masked killers just didn’t make any sense to you. despite everyone on campus saying he gave off that vibe, you refused to believe that rumor. you knew huening kai better than anybody, this is the same guy who sung you lullabies when you needed sleep but couldn’t sleep on your own. the same guy who kissed your plushies goodnight before kissing you. the same guy who screams like a princess when he gets splashed by water. the same boy who watched magical shoujo girl anime with you and knew the soundtrack of each anime by heart. so seriously? why does everyone think he could be ghostface? because he owns black nail polish and wore black clothing? how stupid.

• your hands brace themselves on a teddy bear kai gave you for good measure as his pierced tongue swirls against your cute clit, the taste of the strawberry you were eating earlier lingering on your pretty pussy. you let out a quiet sob as you felt the cold piece of metal tug at your puffy bud, “n-ningie i-i can’t take it! wanna cum! need to cum!” your cries quickly turn to sobs as your heart thumps. you felt like you were going to burst if you didn’t cum any time soon. hyuka smiles against your heat, loving the stinging sensation of your gentle pulling at his long black hair. “yeah?” he pulls away from your cunt and replaces his mouth with his fingers, jabbing his pointer and middle finger at your sweet spot hovering over your smaller body. watching how you squirm at his touch. “is that it baby? is that your little princess spot? or should i aim higher?” kai teases his hair falling over his eyes. when you’re about to respond, the emo boy pulls away making your eyes wide in disbelief. “ningie!” you let out a wail “i wanna cum! please let me cum!” more tears fall down your face as you helplessly tug on kai’s shirt. eventually coaxing him to let you but on one condition. “okay baby i’ll let you cum but you’re cumming all over my cock understood?”

•when you hid underneath your friends bed sheets, you couldn’t help but flinch violently when you felt blood splash all over the blanket around you. you squeeze your eyes shut as an attempt to play dead thinking the killer currently slicing up your bestfriend would spare you. you felt bad but you did tell her to not go downstairs. when loud footsteps near the bed you were laying you shivered. covering your mouth to quiet your breathing. yelping when you felt a yank from the covers, you were about to get stabbed until ghostface studies your face. kai immediately covers you up again taking his leave, this confused you.. why did you get spared?

•when the coast was clear you shakily try to make a run back home, freezing in your tracks when you notice a cardcaptor sakura sealing wand charm on the ground. this immediately makes you realize that you were spared because huening kai was the man underneath the mask. you were scared at what he’ll do if he knew that you knew

•“where are you going?” you gave kai a pout, reaching up to bring the boy closer to your body. “i just have to go finish my homework” hyuka lies but you knew that wasn’t true “i know you’re ghostface” you blurt out like word vomit. “and? what are you going to do about it? throw on your ghostface mask and kill me too?” kai laughs unserious, you quickly shake your head no. “good girl now be quiet i’ll be back later”

a/n: wait happy halloween what the fuck there’s only a week left until halloween..

[smokesandsonatas]

Just wanted to pour some grief on the NRC boys.

Characters: Everyone in Night Raven College.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Slow death. Reader/Yuu is aware that they are dying. Headcanon after-effects of overblot. Gender-Neutral reader.

Not beta read.

Mors immatura

Your death rang hollow in the halls of Night Raven College.

You had vomited blood.

Crimson streaks splattered your trembling hands, and for a brief moment, you stared at them in horror. Your breath hitched, panic rising within you, but soon, a strange, eerie calm settled over your body. You wiped the blood away hurriedly, rinsing your mouth as the metallic tang clung to your tongue. Deep down, you could feel it, your magicless body is finally paying its toll. It was in your bones, your heartbeat slowing, your fragile body unable to cope.

Your time was running out.

With dizziness clouding your vision, you left the bathroom, finding Grim eagerly waiting for you. 

He didn’t know.

No one did.

….

Your sight had begun to blur, but you blamed it on the lack of sleep. The strain from fighting alongside the others, surviving every overblot, without the aid of magic, had taken its toll. The faces around you gradually began to warp into something sinister—shadows and streaks of color, barely recognizable. Faces twisted, shapes indistinguishable, until all you could see were faint glimmers of light.

You had survived seven overblots without magic. You had made it this far.

You would survive this.

Or so you told yourself.

…

You often thought about it—about what would happen if you died here in Twisted Wonderland or somehow returned home. In every scenario, Grim lost. In every outcome, he was alone. That thought crushed you more than anything else, a weight heavier than anything you’d ever borne.

You closed your eyes, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. The sharp taste of metal lingered on your tongue. You looked down to see blood, a tiny crimson droplet on the paper in front of you.

Followed by another drop of red, then another. Until your blood had mixed with the ink of your pen in your trembling hands.

You crumpled the paper and threw it away.

…

It was undeniable now. You were dying. Your body—magicless, human, frail—had withstood more than it was ever meant to. The overblots, the chaos, the endless strain had pushed you past your limits, and now your body was breaking. You grabbed your lip balm, pressing it against your dry, cracked lips, but the balm melted, unable to heal the itching, peeling wounds.

Death looms near over you.

…

You had collapsed.

When you woke up, the cold floor of the bathroom pressed against your skin. Ghosts had knocked on your door, asking if you were alright. You shouted that you were fine—you feel your throat tear as you do so, but when you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you saw the truth. Bruises covered your body, dark and angry—blood had burst beneath your skin. Your lips were cracked and bleeding. Your eyes… lifeless.

Then blood dripped slowly from your nose and mouth.

You are dying.

How would they react when they found out? The people you had fought beside, helped, befriended, all without the magic they took for granted. Would they even care? Hastily you returned to your bath, the water in the tub turning a disgusting mixture of brown and red.

…

In the hallway, you found a strange sense of peace. Despite everything, you had played a part here. You had healed wounds that went deeper than magic, helped those around you without any powers of your own. You watched Grim, running ahead, his laughter mixing with Ace and Deuce’s banter.

You looked around at everyone: Malleus walking with Lilia, deep in conversation, Vil and Rook sharing a private laugh. Leona and Ruggie exchanging teasing remarks. Idia—talking to Azul regarding club matters, with Ortho by his side. Kalim swinging happily beside Jamil. Trey and Cater following not far behind, lost in their own conversation. The Leech twins laughing loudly, their voices filling the hall. Riddle, Epel, and Silver having a quiet chat. Sebek and Jack comparing their strength, as they always did.

Your heart swelled. Grim would be okay. They would all be okay. They didn’t need you anymore.

"Grim," you called out, your voice steady but soft. A few heads turned in your direction, confused, including Grim’s. He blinked at you, tilting his head.

"I'm glad I came here," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

And then, you fell.

Your body crumpled to the ground, your head colliding with the hard stone floor with a sickening crack.

…

Crack.

The sound of bone on stone reverberating through the hallway. The air went still, thick with an eerie silence. All eyes were on you, lying motionless on the cold floor, blood beginning to trickle from your nose and mouth. A slow, dark crimson trail painted the stone beneath you.

For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed.

Then the first scream pierced the silence.

“Henchman!” 

Grim’s voice cracked as he bolted toward you. His claws dug into the floor, dragging him closer, faster, panic ripping through him like a tidal wave—fur standing on end. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the blood pouring from your lips, staining the stone red, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, and the way your chest no longer moved with breath. "No, no, no, no!" His voice was a desperate plea.

Grim wasn’t the only one who lost control.

Ace was next, pushing Grim aside, his hands frantically grabbing your shoulders. "Get up! Get up!" His voice shook, but it wasn’t a tease this time—it was desperation, pure and sharp. Blood smeared his hands as he shook you, but your body didn’t react. “You’re fine, you’re always fine! Don’t—don’t do this!” Magic had started accumulating behind him, like a slice of a sharp card against frail skin.

Deuce collapsed beside him, his face ghostly pale, his hands trembling as he reached for your face, wiping away the blood from your lips with shaky fingers—all it did was smear your face in red. “No… please… wake up…” His voice was barely a whisper, cracking with a grief he hadn’t known how to feel until now. Tears slipped down his cheeks, splashing onto your clothes, mixing with the blood.

Riddle stumbled forward, his composure unraveling as he tried to get past his two subordinates now in hysterics. He pressed two fingers to your neck, searching for a pulse, but there was only stillness. “No…” His voice broke, and a tremor of uncontrollable magic sparked from his body, making the air ripple. “No, no, no. You can’t be—Wake up!” His voice rose into a cry, desperate and accusing, but the accusations were aimed at himself.

Leona stepped forward, his face twisted in rage and disbelief. "Out of the way," he growled, shoving the others aside as if they were nothing. His claws dug into your arm, hard enough to leave bruises. "You don’t get to leave. You hear me?" His voice was low, dangerous. He leaned in close—you reeked rotten, his breath hot on your skin. “Wake up.” His voice was a command this time, snarling through clenched teeth.

But you didn’t stir.

“Wake up!”

Nothing.

Leona’s eyes darkened with something primal, something dangerous, his grip tightening, magic sparking at his fingertips. “You’re not leaving.” His voice was a snarl, deep and guttural. “I won’t let you leave me.”

Behind him, Malleus’s eyes burned with an unearthly glow. He took slow, deliberate steps toward your body, his presence making the room seem smaller, suffocating. His gaze was fixed on you, and beneath his calm exterior, something twisted and dark brewed. “No,” he murmured, his voice like a storm cloud forming on the horizon. “This can’t be the end.” His magic flared, crackling in the air like lightning about to strike. “You will wake.”

Lilia, always watchful, grabbed Malleus by the shoulder, trying to pull him back. “Malleus, no—your magic is too unstable right now.” Even he, the one who had seen so much loss, struggled to contain the well of emotion building inside him.

But Malleus’s eyes glowed, filled with a dangerous desperation. “I will bring them back,” he whispered. His voice was sharp, cold. “I must bring them back. I cannot lose them.”

Sebek froze, eyes wide with disbelief, his entire world crumbling as he stared at your lifeless body. "Prefect!" he roared, voice trembling with desperation as he rushed forward, but his hands hovered, shaking, too afraid to touch you. For the first time, the brashness that defined him cracked, and his voice softened to a broken whisper. "This can’t be real..." Tears welled in his green eyes, his heart shattering under the weight of failure. 

Beside him, Silver fell to his knees in silence, his calm exterior replaced by a hollow expression. He gently took your cold hand, his own tears slipping quietly down his face as he whispered, "You were supposed to stay with us..." Both boys were drowning in the same crushing grief—Sebek’s magic flaring wildly beneath his skin, fueled by helpless rage, while Silver’s quiet sorrow seemed to darken the very air around him. 

Azul, watching from the side, taking slow steps towards your cold body, felt all three of his heart drop into his stomach. His thoughts whirled, a hundred ideas—contracts, spells, anything to fix this—each more desperate than the last. His eyes had split into two horizontal slits. “This can’t be real,” he muttered, his voice trembling. His mind raced through his memories of every deal he’d ever made, but nothing could reverse death—No! You’re not—!

Floyd’s laughter echoed suddenly, sharp and jagged. “Hehehe… little shrimpy’s just playing dead, right?” He leaned down, his long fingers grabbing your shoulders. His grip was bruising, almost cruel, as he shook you like a ragdoll—no response, instead blood had gushed out of your ears. “Get up. We’re not done having fun yet, right? Right, Shrimpy?” His grin was wide, but his voice cracked. “Come on, don’t mess with me like this.”

Jade was silent, his hand resting lightly on Floyd’s shoulder, his gaze fixed on you. He said nothing, but the twitch in his jaw betrayed the turmoil brewing inside him. His hand gripped his brother’s shoulders tight, as if he was also grounding himself against the shock coursing through his body. His eyes were fixed on you, cold calculation flickering beneath the surface.

Grim’s breathing grew heavier. His little chest heaved, his eyes locked on your body, the blood pooling beneath your mouth. He backed away slowly, his fur standing on end, his pupils shrinking into pinpricks.

It’s his fault.

The thought slammed into him, unbidden and cruel. If he’d been stronger—if he hadn’t needed you to fight for him—you wouldn’t be lying there now, still and cold. The rage bubbled up inside him, thick and dark, something feral.

“NO!” Grim screamed, his voice warping as thick, black flames exploded from his body. The ground trembled beneath him, cracks spiderwebbing through the stone. Black sludge began to rise, oozing from the cracks, his magic spiraling out of control as he overblotted. His eyes turned black, his tears mixing with the darkness pouring out of him. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! I WON’T LET YOU!”

The flames grew, licking at the walls, dark magic pulsing from Grim in violent waves. The very air around him warped, as if the weight of his magic was threatening to crush the room itself.

The others barely noticed.

Malleus’s magic roared to life, his desperation turning to fury as he stood over your body, green lightning flickering at his fingertips. “This world… this place... It doesn’t deserve you if it takes you from me!” The darkness in his voice reverberated through the hallway, his magic on the verge of snapping.

Leona’s claws dug into the stone floor, his muscles taut, rage barely contained. “You will not depart,” he growled, his fangs bared. Jack had froze beside a wide-eyed Ruggie, who now trembles, their voices leaving the both of them. The beasts had gone cold, dissociating from reality. 

Riddle stood frozen, shaking violently as his magic flared uncontrollably. His eyes flicked between you and the others, panic and helplessness overtaking him. “This can’t be!”

Even Idia, standing further back, his face pale, muttered to himself, his mind spinning into madness. “I—I should’ve done something. I should’ve—I can’t… fix this…” His words tumbled out in a frenzied whisper, as if his mind was collapsing under the weight of his thoughts. The familiar flicker of a tablet or the comforting click of his keyboard were nowhere to ground him now. His shaking hands reached for nothing, helplessly twitching as if trying to summon some unseen solution from thin air.

His usually distant gaze, now haunted, locked onto your lifeless body, his breaths coming in shallow, irregular gasps. "I-I... I should've been faster, smarter... anything... ANYTHING." His voice trembles, and he stumbled back, hitting the wall behind him like a marionette with its strings cut. His fingers dug into his hair, pulling at it as though the physical pain could stop the onslaught of guilt ravaging his mind.

Ortho rushed forward, his sensors going haywire as he scanned your body. “No… no… no signs of life detected.” His voice, usually so calm, so confident, trembled with panic, his little hands trying to support his dissociating brother. “This… this can’t be…” His mechanical heart raced as he looked up at his brother, but Idia was unresponsive, lost in his own spiral of grief.

Around them, the world seemed to warp and twist, the sheer weight of their grief and magic bending reality itself. The stones beneath their feet cracked, the walls groaned under the pressure of the overwhelming despair. The storm of emotions threatened to tear the very fabric of Night Raven College apart.

And at the center of it all, you lay still, blood seeping from your mouth and nose in slow, dark rivulets.

You were gone.

And with you, the fragile threads that held their world together had snapped.

The world had become a swirl of madness, magic crackling in the air like a live wire ready to snap. But as your blood spilled, that dark crimson seeping into the cracks of the stone floor, more footsteps echoed down the hall. A shift in the wind. Others arrived, drawn by the sound, the fury, the unmistakable metallic scent of blood that clung to the air like death itself.

Vil’s sharp gaze fell upon the scene first. His flawless expression cracked, just for a second, before his entire being seemed to tense, the air around him growing taut. “No… no.” His voice was a whisper, cold disbelief woven into every word. He dropped to his knees beside you, his fingers brushing your skin. Cold. Too cold. His lips twisted into a snarl. “This is unacceptable!” he screamed, the desperation in his voice mingling with fury. His perfectly controlled magic flickered, unsteady.

Rook followed closely behind, his usually composed smile twisted into something unsettling. “Trickster…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He knelt beside Vil, his eyes scanning your still form, the blood that stained your lips, the emptiness in your gaze. “Non, this is not how our story ends, I will not let it!” His hands clenched into fists as his magic pulsed in frantic rhythm, the usual elegance of his movements gone.

Epel was shaking, his fists white-knuckled at his sides. “No, no, no…” he whispered, his voice small, filled with disbelief. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, staring at the blood—your blood—that pooled around your head—shit, why are you bleeding everywhere?! He clenched his teeth, tears slipping down his face as he screamed, voice cracking, “WAKE UP! This can’t be happening! You promised we’d go back to Harveston together!” His eyes burned with the beginning of an overblot, the tension in his frame snapping as his magic rippled uncontrollably.

Jamil and Kalim arrived moments later. Kalim’s face was pale, the usually joyful light in his eyes dimming as he saw you lying there. His lips trembled, the words stuck in his throat. “No… no… You can’t leave like this!” His voice was barely audible, his shaking hands hovering above your still form as though afraid touching you would make it worse. Tears streamed down his face, his entire body trembling.

Jamil was deathly silent, his face an unreadable mask, but his eyes told the story. He was calculating, desperate, thoughts spinning rapidly for a way to fix this, anything to undo this nightmare. His usually steady breath hitched, his magic swirling like a hurricane beneath the surface. “This… this shouldn’t have happened,” he mumbled, his voice low, filled with suppressed panic.

Trey was next. He saw the blood first, the way it dripped from your mouth, your nose. His hand covered his mouth, but his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor—shattered. “This isn’t right. They can’t… they can’t just be gone.” His voice faltered, the certainty crumbling away as he kneeled next to Riddle, who was still shaking violently, unable to tear his eyes from your body. Trey’s usual calm was gone; his hands trembled as he looked for any sign of life, but the stillness of your chest was all he could see.

Cater followed, his usual easy-going demeanor obliterated. “No way… no way…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting from your body to the others. The red, the stillness, the sheer finality of it all twisted something in his chest. He dropped his phone—in his haste to be close to you. “Come on, don’t leave us like this…”

All around you, magic rippled violently—like a dam ready to burst. The boys couldn’t accept it. They wouldn’t accept it.

The stench of your blood was heavy in the air, metallic and cold, thick like death itself. They all felt it, tasted it. The scent stuck in their noses, their throats, clawing at their lungs as denial and rage took over.

The smell, the sight of your blood—your blood—on their hands, on the ground, on your lips, drove them all to the edge.

They couldn’t lose you.

Malleus’s magic lashed out first, the walls groaning under the weight of his unchecked power. “NO!” His voice shook the very foundation of the school. Green lightning cracked across the floor, a storm of dark energy coiling around him, suffocating. “I refuse to accept this! I refuse to let them go!”

Vil, clutching you, cried out as his own magic spiraled. “This cannot be how it ends!” His hands trembled, unable to reconcile the beauty of life and the hideousness of death sprawled before him. “You will open your eyes again!”

Leona’s magic exploded in fury, his claws digging into the stone, cracking it beneath his weight. “God damn it!” he snarled, his voice guttural, raw with unspoken grief. “Wake up herbivore!”

Grim’s overblot had fully consumed him, black flames scorching the floor as he screamed into the void. Snarling at anyone who dared touch your cold body. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! I WON’T LET YOU!”

And just as it seemed the entire school would collapse under the weight of their magic, the teachers arrived.

Crowley stood at the front, his usually calm, distant demeanor shattered. “Enough!” he yelled, though his voice wavered—with fear perhaps, at the thought of a student losing their life under his supervision. A strong magic bursts forth his cane as he tried to snap back his students to reality. Professor Crewel followed, his face a mask of fury and disbelief as he forced his way through the students, his whip snapping as it cut through the swirling darkness. “Control yourselves!”

Professor Trein moved in beside him, his face pale but determined. “We must act quickly,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

Even Vargas, normally brimming with energy and confidence, stood there, his usual bravado swallowed by an unbearable solemnity. His massive arms hung limply at his sides as he tried to process the sight before him—You, the human who had survived every challenge, now lay motionless. 

Without a word, he strode forward, bending down to gently lift your lifeless body into his arms—Ignoring the snarls, and the hysterics thrown at his way. His usual strength seemed to falter as he cradled you, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. His gripped on you tightened, you had gone cold.

The chaos reached its peak, every student fighting to grab hold of your body, to deny the truth staring them in the face. But no amount of magic, no outpouring of rage, could undo what had been done. No force could bring you back from the edge you had already crossed.

Years will pass, and the world would move on without you, but the heart of Night Raven College would never fully recover.

[dearsnow]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOU GETTING HURT

- headcanons for how the top gun maverick characters react to you, their s/o, being wounded. (top gun maverick x gn!reader, fluff, slight suggestive sentences but you can ignore them)

a/n - bob kisses your wounds because he’s a sweetheart, the rest kiss your wounds because it’s an excuse to kiss you— they are not the same!! but anyways enjoy this silly set of headcanons <3

INCLUDES: Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

For the first time in a while, BOB is furious. At himself, but furious nonetheless. When you were walking around town, hand in hand, he accidentally tripped you, sending you knees-first into the pavement. He immediately dropped down on his knees and made sure you were okay. When you assured him you were, he gently helped you to your feet and wiped the stray gravel away from your legs. They were a bit skinned and raw, bleeding just slightly, and he mentally punched himself. “I’m so sorry! I never meant to do that, geez, I’m way too clumsy.” Ever the caretaker, though, he has a solution. “Here, get on my back, honey. Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s go home so I can get you some neosporin and band-aids.”

ROOSTER is always careful yet confident with his movements, so when he feels your foot under his after he steps down unnecessarily hard, his eyes widen and he pulls back. “Did I just step on you? Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Your wince is the only thing he needs to see before he’s kissing you on the forehead and apologizing more. “Sorry,” kiss, “sorry,” kiss, “really sorry,” kiss, “even more sorry,” kiss. He gets you giggling before you can even think to be mad at him— not like you ever could be, anyways. He always treats making you happy like his life’s only goal, not that you mind. You especially don’t mind when he presses a final kiss to your forehead and promises to make it up to you later.

When you show up to your date with HANGMAN, you have a slight limp, which he notices immediately. “What happened to you, hot stuff?” When you explain that you twisted your ankle while walking from your car to the restaurant, he almost laughs. “Really? Well then, that’s just an excuse for me to do this,” he grins, picking you up bridal style. He’s not too worried, because in the ten seconds you spent explaining your predicament to him, he noticed that your ankle was neither red nor swollen, most likely just tender. And yes, he does carry you for the rest of the night. Both of you can feel people staring at you, but when his strong hands are holding up your body and his lips are on yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You’re stirring pasta sauce on your fresh, clean stovetop when your pot slips in your grip, causing the side of your hand to directly touch the scorching metal. You pull back immediately at the pain, hissing slightly. PHOENIX looks over her shoulder, putting down her knife. “You good?” When you tell her you are, in fact, not super good, she immediately turns the sink on cold and holds your hand under the running water. She presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “Got too hot, hm? That’s how I feel when you’re next to me.” You laugh, and she intwines your fingers with hers, still in the sink. “Keep it steady for me while I finish up the cooking, got it?” She whispers in your ear. You give a mock salute and she shakes her head, still smiling. Despite your best efforts, she doesn’t let you do any more work for the rest of the night; not even when the cooking is done.

[boothillssugarmomma]

The Night Frights

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: mentions of death, scared Boothill, sweet Boothill, boyfriend Boothill

HC: Boothills reaction to a nightmare

🎀 authorsnote: I got this headcanon from @cheesecakethots and have permission to use it! I was so excited to write THISSS!

please don't steal my work!

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So many horrors that Boothill had seen. All of those traumatic events. Left him with the galaxy's worst nightmares. The nightmares he didn't dare tell you about.

He always made sure if he woke up from a nightmare not to wake you up. Just to sit and calm down before glancing at you and taking in your beauty. Calming him quicker.

Today he had a pretty rough day at work, being a Galaxy Ranger wasn't always easy. He knew he'd have those nightmares again...and he didn't want to sleep.

As you two are watching a movie, cuddled in bed, you pet his hair softly. "I'm getting tired..." You yawn quietly, covering your mouth with your hand.

Boothill buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He hummed in response, pulling himself closer to you.

"Yeah? Then go to sleep. You need it." He whispered, rubbing circles onto your skin with his metallic thumb.

"And so do you...you had a hard work day." You hum quietly against the top of his head.

Boothill chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about me, darlin'. I'll be fine. Always am. Yer the one who needs rest."

He mumbled against your neck.

You turn the TV off and shimmy down to rest against him. "Please try to sleep?" You whisper against his neck sleepily.

With a huff, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his hand into the small of your back. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Boothill was never good at falling asleep, especially with how loud his thoughts were.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll try, don't worry 'bout me..."

As you drift off into a peaceful sleep, he found himself watching you. Even in your sleep you looked so beautiful. Boothill smiled and pulled you closer, resting his chin on top of your head.

He exhaled, feeling the tension in his metal shoulders fade away as he held you. With you in his arms, the nightmare plagued thoughts were forced to the back of his mind. The steady sighs you made and your breathing was all he could focus on. It was soothing to him in a way.

---

Boothill was peacefully asleep when a nightmare clawed its way into his mind. It was worse than the usual nightmares. Darker. Filled with twisted thoughts he thought he'd buried.

And finally, his brain shocked him in a way unimaginable to him.

Your death...painful...and cold...

He woke up with a gasp, his breathing heavy and forehead covered in a cold sweat. The nightmare he had was vivid and fresh in his mind. He couldn't stop himself from pulling you flush against him.

Waking you up without him realizing it. His steel fingers dig into your side, marks were probably forming, but you didn't care. You were confused, you'd never seen your boyfriend like this.

With a shaky exhale, his eyes flitted around the room wide and full of fear. His arm forming the gun you've seen many a time and pointing it at the door. He remained on edge, body tense and teeth bared as if he was ready for a fight.

It was a few moments before he calmed down, the realization that he was safe settling in. He lowered the gun arm as it reverted back to a hand.

Gently pulling your head into the crook of his neck he slowly laid back down, his breath shuddering as it leveled back out.

With the tension finally gone, Boothill found himself drifting back to sleep. This time the nightmare wasn't able to reach him as he held you close. It was the most sleep he'd gotten in a while.

His body was no longer tense, his body was back to being cool to the touch. He breathed out a shaky sigh, laying back down to nuzzle his face against your neck as he held himself close to you. Sleep took him over again, leaving him in peaceful unconsciousness.

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That morning he didn't mention a word about it as he drank his oil at the breakfast table.

He sat across from you, drinking in silence. You'd noticed he avoided eye contact.

After a few moments, he spoke up, his voice rough and gravely.

"Are you feeling okay this morning, darlin'?"

"...yes I feel...fine." You smile softly, poking at your breakfast on the plate.

He hummed in response, his eyes still glued to the table. It was obvious something was on his mind. The uneasiness was written all over his face. But he was doing his best to play it off as nothing, not wanting to worry you.

There was an air of tension between you, something he was desperately trying to dispel. After a moment, he spoke again.

"You sure? Yer not lyin', are ya...?"

"No honey...I'm alright." You smile. "I slept great thanks to you..." You knew what happened obviously, you just didn't know why he won't talk about it.

But if he isn't ready...

That's ok with you. You'll still be there for him until he is ready.

He huffed, a slight smile making its way onto his face at your words. Despite the nightmare, he had slept rather peacefully while holding you close. "Yeah? That so? Well...glad to hear that."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. There was a brief pause before he spoke again.

"Guess I did my job as yer big spoon, huh?"

"You did..." You smile leaning over the table to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for being there to protect me...my savior..."

Boothill couldn't help the pink that dusted his cheeks at your words and the kiss on his cheek. His heart warmed, butterflies swirling in his stomach. The thought of you being hurt made his chest ache. He chuckled shyly, shaking his head.

"Don' mention it...I'd...do anything to keep my darlin' safe. Kill anyone who tried to hurt ya, even lay down my own life to protect ya..."

"Thank you my Galaxy Ranger~" You get up to walk behind his chair, leaning over his shoulders, hands on his chest as you kiss his temple.

His heart skipped a few beats as you leaned over his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his chest. The way your hands splayed against his chest, the kiss on his temple, the sudden affection you were giving him...it was making his brain short-circuit.

Boothill had to catch his breath, a goofy grin on his face. "Yer gon' make me blush, darlin'. Ain't fair..."

"I love you..." You whisper. "And I'm always here for you..."

He exhaled, a lump forming in his throat. Hearing those three little words still made him weak. After all this time together, he still blushed and went weak at the knees. It made him feel like a lovestruck teenager again.

With a shaky exhale, he reached up to hold your hand.

"I love you too, darlin'. I... didn't want to worry you, but... I had a-"

You cut him off. "You don't have to explain yourself..." You murmur against his ear. "Tell me another day..."

Boothill's eyes water a bit, tears threatening to spill over. "T-Thank you..."

"Anytime my love...anytime..."

🎀End🎀

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Sleep Headcanons

Here, have my headcanons about how the Hetalia characters sleep because I'm still awake at this ungodly hour of the night.

🇮🇹Italy needs to cling to something to sleep well. Whether it be a pillow, a plushie, or another person, the poor guy needs something or someone there to cuddle.

🇩🇪Germany has really bad insomnia and can only get at most four or five hours of sleep a night, and that's if he's lucky. But when he does sleep, he probably sleeps on his back, still as the grave.

🇯🇵Japan also sleeps on his back and is so still and quiet that every now and then, someone comes by to check and see if he really is asleep and not dead.

🇮🇹Romano sleeps on his side with his arms sort of stretched outward, almost as if he's reaching for someone. That, or he's dreaming of beating someone up. You know, one or the other.

⚔️Prussia will lay down on his back and fall asleep that way. However, he's the kind of guy who moves around a lot in his sleep. So when he wakes up, he's sort of on his face and stretched out like a starfish.

🇪🇸Spain sleeps like a freaking baby and gets a full nine hours every night. Lucky son of a gun.

🇬🇧England has a pretty hard time quieting his mind down enough to get to sleep. So he spends his nights slowly sipping on a cup of tea to try and calm himself down enough to get some shut-eye.

🇺🇸America moves around, twists, and rolls over so often in his sleep that when he wakes up, he typically finds himself tangled up in his blankets. Sometimes, he accidentally rolls out of bed.

🇫🇷France can only sleep if the room is completely dark. Like, pitch black. He also sleeps on his side and sometimes hums a little in his sleep.

🇨🇳China has insomnia pretty bad and, as a result, will often find himself staying up at night drinking tea. When he can sleep, however, he sort of curls up into a ball under the covers.

🇷🇺Russia sleeps on his back and stays in that position the entire night. Sometimes giggles and smiles a little in his sleep.

🇨🇦Canada needs several layers of heavy blankets to sleep, as well as something or someone to cuddle.

🇩🇰Denmark sleeps on his side and has sometimes been heard singing in his sleep, though nobody has been able to make out what exactly he's singing. He also occasionally snores.

🇸🇪Sweden usually falls asleep whilst looking through Ikea catalogs. They seem to really help calm his mind.

🇫🇮Finland often smiles while he sleeps, sometimes even giggling a little every now and again. He also sleeps best when listening to some of the most intense, heavy metal you've ever heard.

🇳🇴Norway plays white noise and curls up into a ball under a couple of layers of thick, heavy blankets. He probably hugs a pillow, thinking of the days when Iceland used to call him big brother as a little kid.

🇮🇸Iceland can only get to sleep in total darkness and in total silence. He's also a light sleeper, so anybody walking around the room will immediately wake him up.

🇭🇺Hungary sleeps like an actual normal person. I really don't know how else to describe it. Though she has been heard saying some pretty weird crap in her sleep before.

🇦🇹Austria sleeps best if he has soft classical music playing. Unfortunately for him, Prussia hacked into his playlist and threw in some of Finland's heavy metal songs.

🇱🇮Liechtenstein is a fairly light sleeper. She's also afraid of the dark, so she typically has a nightlight somewhere in her room.

🇨🇭Switzerland is also another character with insomnia. This is because he is low-key paranoid about making sure the entire house is locked up before he goes to bed at night. He wants to make sure he and Liechtenstein are safe.

[iloveolderman0]

lmao waiting yandere Sweet tooth! Dude this is really missing

AAAAA ya I was actually thinking of doing yandere headcanons for him but now that you came bbg… I CAN DO IT!!

Never back down never what? Anyways!

Yandere! Sweet Tooth x Fem! Reader

( idk if you wanted female or Gn but I’m gonna do female if that’s okay!)

Twisted metal!

!Warnings! : Yandere! Sweet tooth, Sweet tooth being obsessed, worshiping, Possessive behaviour, Death mentions and more.. 🎃

Enjoy!

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- when it comes to sweet tooth being yandere… You have a massive boat coming your way

- Of course when he first saw you his eyes went into love hearts and felled in love right there in that spot and he wanted your heart

- When you get your own room in the slasher house, He will be the one leading you there and showing you all around

- once his love starts to get bigger & bigger for you he starts acting up

- He starts following you, complimenting you a lot, gifting you, and giving small touches to you.

- Once he saw someone else that wasn’t him talking to you, he got furious and had a little tantrum and walked away angrily

- Over one dude talking to you tho

- He started to get more and more obsessive for you

- he started to know when you wake up, What you eat, drink and more…

- You didn’t think anything about it when he started to compliment you but he started to do it a lot and you knew he liked you but did you like him?

- When he started to come closer to you until your arms brushed each others skin, you thought it was on accident or there’s just no space but sweet tooth in the other hand….

- he wanted to feel you and touch your skin… He wanted you!

- He needed you..

- He wants you… Why cant you just realise that Y/N?!

- he started to get mad after seeing people talking to you or looking At you.

- You never knew why you closer friends or some of the unrated slashers have gone missing..

- it was because of him, He killed them while they were screaming fire mercy.. He did it all for you though 💗

- He wants you to realise that you are his and no one else’s.

- if you guys do get into a relationship he would be so happy and be more possessive of you and your whereabouts & who you talk to

- He will always speak for you and maybe over you when you guys are explaining your relationship to someone

- Sweet tooth made you mad one day since he wouldn’t listen to you when you try to tell him that you didn’t like him speaking over you and for you

- he didn’t really care but acted like he did and he said sorry while hugging you and rocking your body

- he wanted more when you guys where hugging.. He wanted you to screen his name and have you moaning his name loudly so the slashers in the house can hear you

- When you guys every went someone where he would love to hold your hand or have his arm wrapped around you while you guys walked

- When I mentioned worship… This man… This man I swear, He will worship you all the time even in front of people. Always Let you speak your mind to him and more

- when you guys are doing the deed he loves worshiping you there too, He loves to tell you how good you are taking him and kisses you a lot

- he will call you a goddess and how much he has been waiting for that moment to do the deed with you and how your are his

- he will mark you with hickeys and bite marks so everyone one knows you are his

- if someone does try and steal you away from him he will go mad and push you gently behind him while he tells them to back off before they have his machete in their head

- When John and quiet saw his obsession and possession over you and also his over protectiveness it started to worry them tho

- they had a little gossip about how whenever John talked to you or made you laugh, he will see sweet tooth’s eyes staring at him, giving him the massive death stare he has ever seen

- quiet on the other hand she was okay in sweet tooth’s eyes but she ticked him off one time when she touched your belongings without asking

- he went off at her and said he can only touch that and only you can too.

- He will never kidnap you bbg

- He will always and I mean always have a hold of your skin, by holding your thigh while driving or holding hands while walking or sitting, it doesn’t matter where you are to him

- If you start to realise his obsession towards you and you get concerned about he will play the victim card and manipulate you

- he will do anything to make you his.. Whatever it takes, He will have you.

- 🤪

- he wasn’t joking when he told John and quiet about finding true love

AAAAA I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense or whatever, I tried 😭 Btw if you want to send me more of sweet tooth SNED THEEEEM AAA

I love my hunkaspunk, he deserves attention my big boy 💕

Anyways thank you so much for requesting this!

[just-some-user-hunny]

Soft Pinocchio X reader headcanons

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~ he is just so sweet :(

~ he's always very careful with you. It took him a while before he felt it was alright even laying a hand on you, wary of his unbridled strength. Humans are so fragile compared to the force he wields as a being made up of carved wood and steel. He has felt bones snap and flesh tear beneath his hands, and the thought of ever inflicting the same to you had him frightened.

~ just guide his hands to gently lay upon your check, or cradle them within your own and he'd be putty

<3 his eyes go wide the moment you guide him to touch you, but the moment he feels your warmth and softness press against his palms, he becomes addicted. Pino will attempt to be subtle about it, silently guiding you with light touches and gestures.

~ will carry you if the opportunity arises. The heel of your shoe is broken? Guess you'll have to be carried around on his hip till you get it fixed 😔

You've somehow managed to twist your ankle in a scuffle? He's on his knees before you can attempt to limp, his broad back facing you as his hands gesture you to climb on. You're so light as well to him, no matter how heavy you think you are (I mean have you seen the things this man lifts? You are practically air to him).

~ Pino has so much fascination over you. From the soft curves of your face, to the soul in your eyes and the warmth of your hands, it stokes the fire of desire he holds within himself to become human too. He wants to be warm, like you.

~ he's not great at asking for affection however. His way of asking for a hug is to stare at you quietly and wait for you to somehow catch the hint. You'll have this man loitering and hovering over you like a puppy at your heels, hands folded politely as he waits very patiently for your attention. (Meanwhile Gemini is going insane and hissing at the man to do something before he shrieks in frustration 😭)

~ he loves spending time with you when he can, and it usually involves very quiet and calm activities- ones that contrast with the chaos he has to endure in the city. You are his sanctuary just as much as the hotel is, bringing safety and security.

Pino especially enjoys reading with you in the library. He'll wander after you with chosen books balanced in his arms, sending soft smiles and looks whenever you pick out another one and show it to him. Eventually you'll both huddle together on a loveseat or sofa, and you either read aloud to him, or you both read in silence- finding a rythm of reading and flipping the pages. The two of you could spend hours reading and resting together. It usually ends with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and him carrying you to your room to sleep <3

~ his hair is so soft and fluffy, and he secretly (not so secretly) likes it when you play with it. He'll close his eyes and silently relish in the feeling of you playing with his hair, your movements gentle and tender, and it makes him feel very cared for :((

~ he probably smells really nice? He smells of earthy pine and book-dust, maybe leather. It's just a very pleasant scent.

~ you may convince him to let you inspect his arm out of curiosity, his gaze carefully watching you as you inspect the intricate metal designs and cogs. He stays so still as well, a little cautious in case of harming you in any way. The moment you smile and cradle his metal hand to your face and lean into it, his expression breaks into soft puppy eyes :(( his thumb oh so lightly stroking your cheek, he loves your smile. He's discovered it's one of his favourite things.

~ hugging him kind of feels like hugging a mannequin- sturdy and cold, his clothes offering a little comfort and softness. He'll try his best to be as comforting as he can however, attempting to recreate the feelings you give him whenever you hold him. Things like stroking your hair gently or petting your back. If you press your ear to his chest, you can hear the slight clicks and whirs of his springs, which noticeably tick louder whenever you're near like this.

~ after long and grueling missions where Pino encounters tragedy and peril in his wake, you are the first one he resides in once he's back. He'll go  looking for you the moment he steps through the grand hotel doors, frantically searching till he finds his haven.

Once you are within his sights, he's on you in seconds. Arms wound gently around your waist, his face tucked into your shoulder, and his ear pressed against your pulse so he can feel that you're alive and well.

You always seem to know what to do as well, holding him back tightly and guiding him off to do something relaxing like sitting in the garden or reading in the library. Pino's expression will soften and relax, now happy he's back.

~ occasionally you may wake up to find Pino in bed with you, and usually a little worse for wear. It'd look like he had barely crawled under the covers beside you, legs and a section on his back uncovered, and his arms hugging your waist firmly and with his face nuzzled into your stomach or chest. The slightest move will wake him up at once, stunning sapphire eyes blinking up at you before a soft smile befalls his freckled face. Happy to see you.

(He's a bit like a clingy cat when he's like this as well. His head would be rested against your tummy/chest, and his brow would knit whenever you'd shuffle away. You'd have a clingy and affectionate Pino following after you)

~ he's just so cuddly, and loves it when you play with his hair whenever he's lain beside you with your sleepy form in his arms. Everything just feels so at peace, a contrast to the chaos and hostility outside in the city of Krat.

(His hair is so soft and silky and fluffy, and it's long enough to twist your fingers in). Even though he cannot necessarily sleep, just being to relax with your form sleeping soundly in his arms is the closest he can get to dreaming. He will more often than not just lay still and observe you, from the soothing beats of your heart against his ear, to the rise and fall of your chest beneath his cheek with every slow methodic breath, he takes this time to relish in the new emotions and feelings that flicker inside his chest.

~ definitely kisses the back of your hand, I'm sure of it, just look at him. He does it out of respect and love for you, and he probably learnt about it from a book or something. In more secluded settings, his lips explore the curves and ridges of your hand- pale rosy lips smoothing over your knuckles and wrist-bone, gently flipping your hand over to pepper soft slow kisses upon your palm, almost following the lines with a trail of kisses. He usually does this when his head is lounged in your lap, listening to you talk.

~ giving his freckled face fluttery butterfly kisses :( <3 just cupping his pretty face and complimenting him, calling him a pretty boy. If he was capable to he would blush, but you can tell he's a little shy by his flustered body language.

~ when his hair grows longer, he will absolutely let you tie it back for him

<3 Pino loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, bowing his head a little for you to comb it back with your fingers and gather it into a ponytail. 

[biblomaniac]

Supercorp headcanon:

Kara is ready to combust.

Everyday this week has been complete torment, but in a delicious way.

On Sunday, Lena wore an A-line floral dress to a brunch The Foundation hosted to promote its new Girls in STEM program.

On Monday, Lena showed up to CatCo for lunch with Kara in black slacks and a waistcoat, with a deep purple silk blouse underneath. Kara had to restrain herself from running her hand up and down the back of Lena’s blouse during their customary hug of greeting.

On Tuesday, the forest green dress Lena wore hugged her curves so well Kara couldn’t help but stare everytime she caught a glance of it across the room.

On Wednesday, a Hellgrammite started a fire in the business district that required the Superfriends help. J’onn, Lena, and Brainy stayed at the Tower as support for Supergirl, Dreamer, Sentinel, and Guardian. Four hours after the initial emergency alert, Supergirl flew into the tower through the balcony. She couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and maybe order some Chinese for dinner. But first, she had to write a debrief of her final saves from the day.

“Hey, darling. Are you ready to go?”

“Lena, hi! I’m almost—“ Kara starts to answer, but abruptly stops when she looks to the side and is eye level with Lena’s chest. “—done.”

The blue low-cut blouse Lena is sporting has left a considerable amount of cleavage exposed. Kara’s heart thunders, her face flushes, and her hand’s clench tightly to keep from reaching out to Lena. Unfortunately, the table under her grip isn’t prepared for the brunt of Kara’s Kryptonian strength, leaving two holes of twisted metal.

“…Oops.”

On Thursday, when Kara got to Lena’s penthouse, she found Lena snuggled on the couch in her National City University sweatshirt. The shirt was at least two sizes too large on Lena, giving it an oversized look. Kara’s eyes zeroed in on long, pale legs when Lena stood to greet the blonde with a hug.

After their hug, Lena moved into the Kitchen to gather snacks for their movie night. Without her heels, Lena had to tip toe to reach the Oreos on the second shelf.

“Darling, I can’t reach,” Lena huffed. When Kara turned to help, all the blood rushed to her head when she saw the former CEO’s nearly nonexistent short’s patterned with Supergirls crest.

Kara crossed the room on wobbly legs, reaching over the brunettes head to grab the Oreos, crackers, tea, and anything else from the top shelf Lena may need. If she takes a moment to glance down at her crest running along Lena’s ass and hips, well, she’ll just keep that little secret to herself.

On Friday, Lena wore black leggings and a soft white sweater to game night. Lena looked so soft and docile with her hair down, minimal makeup, and fuzzy socks. Kara couldn’t help but tuck her head into Lena’s neck, breathing in her sweet scent during their hug.

“Are you okay, darling,” Lena quietly asked as she moved one hand to cradle Kara’s head closer, while the other clutched onto strong broad shoulders.

“Fine, I’m fine. I just missed you.” Kara admitted.

“We saw each other last night, Kara.” Lena chuckled, moving to release Kara. The blonde wasn’t ready to let go, but did so anyway. Dropping her arms from Lena’s waist, Kara grabbed her hand and leading Lena to their favorite spot for game night.

On Saturday, it all finally comes to a head. The whole gang is out at Al’s Bar, enjoying the first night they’ve all been able to meet in what feels like years.

Lena looks stunning, dressed down in tight black ripped skinny jeans, a red crop top, brown leather jacket and black pumps. Their table had been crowded, and Lena made the executive decision to sit in Kara’s lap to “save space” for M’gann, who would be joining their group after her shift.

The drinks had been flowing steady all night, leaving everyone at least a bit tipsy. Kara had even indulged herself with an Aldebaran Rum and Coke. She sips slowly, remembering how it felt to be drunk the last time she had this drink. Lena’s proximity plus the alcohol is a heady combination.

By the time Kara is halfway through her drink, her left arm has snaked across Lena’s stomach, open palm holding the brunette close to her chest, while her right hand alternates between Lena’s thigh and her cup. Kara is hardly paying attention to the conversation, focused mainly on how close Lena is, how her hair smells like vanilla and honey, or how her heartbeat sounds strong and steady.

“Corazón, let’s go dancing!” Andrea exclaimed, pulling Lena to the dance floor.

Ugh, Andrea. It’s not that Kara dislikes her former boss, per se. The blonde just prefers that Kara and Lena time is not interrupted.

All week, Andrea has been popping up wherever Lena is. She stuck to Lena’s side during the entire Sunday brunch; called Lena for a meeting in the middle of Monday’s lunch date; was present for every single round Lena walked after Tuesday’s press conference; popped into the tower after Acrata helped with the fire on Wednesday; Thursdays movie night was interrupted when Andrea texted Lena about a “fashion emergency,” regarding a dinner she was going to; Andrea came halfway through game night on Friday, stealing Lena as her game partner and leaving Kara to third-wheel Alex and Kelly for the rest of the night.

Kara watches as Lena and Andrea move through the crowd of bodies to find a spot to dance in.

“You should just ask her out,” Alex leans over the the table to whisper-shout, her fourth beer clutched in her hand.

“Who?” Kara asks, trying hard to seem nonchalant.

“Lena, you dolt. We can all see clear as day how you two feel about each other. Put your big girls pants on and talk to her!”

“I don’t—I can’t, Alex. What if she rejects me? Our friendship just recovered, I can’t risk it asking for something I don’t deserve,” she laments, circling the rim of her glass with her finger.

“What about what Lena deserves? She cares about you, Kara. It’s been years of you two dancing around this thing.” Alex says.

“We aren’t dancing around anything, Al. She won’t want me, she doesn’t—“ the rest of her words die in her mouth as she catches a glance of Lena and Andrea on the dance floor. Lena’s back is pressed to Andrea’s front as the move to the beat of the music. When the song changes, Lena turns in Andrea’s grasp, standing chest to chest.

The glass in Kara’s grip shatters, spraying glass across the table. Thankfully, Kara’s cup was nearly empty.

“Shit, sorry. I’ll clean this up,” Kara said, using multiple napkins to collect the shards of glass.

Alex laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. “Kara, stop being a wimp and talk to her before Andrea asks her out again.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. I can do this, I got this.” Kara nods her head determinedly, chugs what remains of Alex’s beer and stands to make her way to Lena. As she navigates her way toward her hearts desire, she see’s Andrea’s hand lowering from its position on Lena’s back to rest on her ass. All conscious thought leaves Kara’s head as she quickens her pace just short of SuperSpeed to reach Lena.

“Lee—“

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“Corazón, let’s go dancing!” Andrea exclaimed, pulling Lena to the dance floor.

“Drea, what are you doing?” Lena’s asks as she follows Andrea out to the floor.

“I’m helping you, Lena. If we get Kara jealous, she’ll stop acting like such a Girl Scout and finally make a move,” Andrea says, waving off Lena’s concern.

Lena stops walking and starts swaying at Andrea’s insistence, matching her moves seamlessly. It feels just like boarding school, with Andrea leading Lena by the hips. “I don’t know, Drea. You’ve been interfering all week and she hasn’t said so much as a peep. I don’t think she has feelings for me.”

“Joder, las dos son tan despistadas. She will! She has been jealous all week! We just have to step up our game,” Andrea exclaims in exasperation, turning Lena so that the brunettes back rests against her chest.

“Look at her, she’s glaring right at us! When the song changes, I’ll grab your ass and this will all be over,” Andrea laughs.

“Andrea! This is ridiculous. What does Sam think about this whole situation; shouldn’t you be worried about what she’ll say?”

“What’s between Samantha and I is none of your concern, Corazón. But if you must know, she told me, and I quote, “I hope it works so Kara can grow a pair—“

“Hey!”

“—I’m sure she won’t be bothered by what means I use to help you both along.”

“You know what? Fine, whatever. When it doesn’t work I don’t ever want to talk about this to either of you ever again.” Lena mutters, thoroughly embarrassed and ready to call a quits to their plan.

“I reserve the right to tease you both when it does,” Andrea replies, turning Lena around at the song change and moving one hand to grasp Lena at the ass.

“Kara’s coming; I told you this would work! Play cool,” Andrea says.

As Kara closes the final distance, she reaches a hand out to Lena, touching her on the shoulder, intent to end whatever this is between her and Andrea.

“Lee, mind if I cut in,” Kara asks sharply. Lena gives Andrea a glance, dismissing her wordlessly as she accepts Kara’s hand.

“I’m gonna step outside to take a call. Lena, call me later if you want to…talk,” Andrea imparts with a sly smile before moving to exit the bar. Kara glares daggers at Andrea’s retreating form.

“Hi, darling. How are you?” Lena asks, watching Kara’s face transform from a scowl to a happy grin.

“Better now that you’re with me,” Kara says pulling Lena closer by the waist. That Aldebaran rum may have given her a bit of confidence, but she won’t do anything Lena doesn’t want. “Is this okay?”

“Of course, darling. Are you okay; you looked a bit frazzled when you came over.” Lena wraps her arms over broad shoulders, admiring Kara’s beauty as they slowly grow closer to one another.

“Yes, yes. I was just a bit nervous, I guess.” Kara ducks her head at the admission, blushing.

Nervous? Odd. Kara may not be as outwardly imposing as Supergirl, but she is hardly nervous since her reveal to the world as being Supergirl. The synergy of Kara Zor-El encompasses both Kara Dancers and Supergirl, but without the necessity to hide behind one mask or the other.

Lena can’t hide the surprise in her voice, “What do you have to be nervous about?”

“I just—I want to be Andrea—“

“You want to be Andrea?!”

It seems the rum has also compromised her ability to articulate clearly.

“No, wait, that’s not what I meant. I want to be in her place with you. I’ve been…jealous. She’s interrupted our time together everyday and just now she was…” Kara bites her lip, turning her head to look away.

Lena bends to the side, trying but failing to catch Kara’s gaze.

“She was what, Kara. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” Kara is jealous. It almost seems too good to be true. Maybe Andrea’s plan will work after all.

Kara lifts her head, piercing blue eyes gazing into Lena’s own. “She was touching you! Holding you! I don’t want her to do that, Lena. I want, I want to do that.” Kara states with conviction, voice hardening determinately.

Kara thinks she’s overstepped when Lenas arms loosen from around her neck. She prepares to apologize, heart breaking at the thought of Lena turning her down. That is, until Lena reaches for her hands, dragging them from their purchase on her hips to rest just above her ass.

“You want to hold me like this?” Lena whispers, head tilted and pupils dilating. “You can Kara, you can touch me however you want.”

The blonde moves her hands down tentatively, looking for any signs of unease. “When she doesn’t find any, she palms at Lena’s ass, pulling her forward and holding tight. “This okay?”

“Perfect, darling; keep going.” Lena noses at Kara’s neck, interested to see how far this will go.

Kara starts to dance, leading Lena along to the thumping beat. She feels a new kind of thrill, so unlike the one she gets from being Supergirl. There is a hot, pulsating feeling running through her veins.

The superhero tilts her head down to lay a kiss on Lena’s temple. “This okay,” she asks, internally begging for Lena to want more.

“Keep going.”

Kara starts to lay soft kisses down the side of Lena’s face, hands still kneading her supple behind. When she reaches the brunettes jaw, she noses her way along the skin back up to her ear. She lays one more kiss on the shell of her ear before she whispers, “More?”

“More.” Lena says, nearly panting under Kara’s ministration.

The blonde drops her face to the crook of the shorter woman’s neck, placing a kiss on each pulse point before laying a third on the beauty mark at the center of Lena’s throat.

Lena reaches up, one hand tangling in the hair at the base of Kara’s neck, while the other holds firmly to a bulging bicep. “Keep going, darling,” Lena rasps.

Tentatively, Kara laves her tongue against the mark. At the sound of Lena’s quiet moan, Kara sucks at the mark. When she pulls away, there is a blossoming patch of red over the skin.

Kara touches her forehead lightly to Lena’s, gazing into verdant eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Kara implores, cerulean eyes glassy and wanting.

“Please,” Lena supplicates, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Without further ado, the blonde presses her mouth firmly to the red painted lips in front of her. It isn’t long before the brunettes tongue runs across her lips seeking entrance into her mouth.

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“Did it work?”

“Of course it did, Tesoro.” Andrea answers into the phone.

“Fucking finally. I’ll call Lena in the morning and get all the dirty details. Now that that’s taken care of, when are you gonna come see me?” Sam implores.

“I thought you were coming here next weekend?”

“ I am, but Ruby’s at summer camp for the rest of the week. I thought you could come spend some time here in Metropolis before we fly to National City.”

“Well, what’s in it for me,” Andrea flirts, already looking for red eye flights out east.

“You, me, an empty apartment, and all the time in the world to do whatever we please.”

“Promise me we can do that thing I like and I’ll be there in the morning.” Andrea knows she’s pushing her luck, but there’s nothing sweeter than a little pain with pleasure.

“Oh, baby, we can do whatever you want—” Samantha starts, voice sickly sweet, “—if you get here before dawn,” she finishes, voice low and demanding.

“Done.”

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Slasher NSFW headcanons

Requested: No

Characters: Asa Emory, Bo Sinclair, Jesse Cromeans

Warnings: NSFW, Dub-Con

Asa Emory

Favorite Nicknames to call you:

Bug

Junebug

Butterfly

Pet

Favorite Sex Position:

Butterfly

Something a little simple with a twist. Your legs over his shoulders gives him a perfect vantage point to fuck into you just the way he likes. Gripping your thighs and ass, digging his nails into your flesh so hard that it feels like he’ll break the skin. Sometimes he does, and he laves over the cuts with his tongue later.

On his lap

Asa likes the power of having you in his lap, facing him so he can see the mess he makes of you as he moves you up and down on his cock. Likes giving you the illusion of power at first, letting you think you can take the lead, move your own pace, only to rip the rug out from under you as he takes hold of your hips so he can brutalize your insides the way he always enjoys.

Prone

The prone position is a nice one to Asa, the angle allowing him to fuck you with an extra tight squeeze around himself. Might not be so pleasurable for you though if he feels like you’re too squirmy, as he’ll shove your face into a pillow to get you to stay still, not caring if you’re having a difficult time breathing as he fucks into you for his pleasure only.

Kinks:

Voyeurism

There’s something about watching someone else play with what’s his that just gets to Asa. Something about watching their fingers touch you, their mouth, licking you, watching them indulge in your body as you cry from pleasure, writhing beneath their body, your one night stand (and maybe you as well) oblivious to his presence as he strokes his cock to the sight of you both.

Blood Play

Everything about blood arouses Asa. The smell, the feel, the taste. The metallic zing of it sends a shiver down his spine as he licks at the cuts he made all over you, more than a few of them sure to scar, and he’d run his tongue over those pretty marks just as eagerly as if they still dropped the beautiful red liquid. That sign of life and pain that never failed to make his cock hard and his balls ache with need.

Somnophilia

I’ve already talked about Asa liking you pliant and easy to control, and the best way to do that is with you asleep. The ease at which he can slip into you, the softer noises that leave your mouth, the slow movements he makes so as not to wake you. God, it drives him up a wall and sometimes he can’t resist waking you up by forcing himself in a little too soon just to hear you wake up with a scream and feel you tighten up around him.

Bo Sinclair

Favorite Nicknames to call you:

Darlin

Honey

Baby

Sweetheart

Favorite Sex Positions:

Missionary

I think this might be a bit of an unpopular opinion because it’s seen as a very vanilla position but I think that that’s what makes it so appealing to Bo. Something so soft and domestic seeming turned into an act of depravity, spitting on your face as he rams you so hard on his cock that it feels like you’ll break apart.

Doggy

Feel like people will agree with me more on this one. Bo loves taking you from behind, choking you with one hand as the other smacks your thighs and ass, maybe your belly and sides if he’s feeling a bit cruel or just having a bad day. Says you’re acting like a bitch in heat so he’s gonna fuck you like one.

Tabletop

Bo LOVES to fuck you on top of furniture. Pretty much every surface of the house has been sullied by both of your fluids. But his favorite place has to be on the tabletop, your legs around his waist with food burning on the stove, but you can’t even bring yourself to care when he’s pounding away in your hole, gripping his cock like a vice as he growls above you. The ruined food is so worth the price to him.

Favorite Kinks:

Bondage

Something something venting his trauma through sex something something. Watching him tape down that girl was hot. Anyways, Bo loves to have his partner tied down. Completely at his will. What are you going to do if he does something you don’t like? Run away? He’ll spit on your face and just grin when you call him nasty.

Degradation

Praise with Bo is something to be earned, something fought for. Insults however? Oh, those come free of charge. Especially during sex. You’ll lose count of the number of times he’s called you a dumb whore or said you’re no use to anyone but being a tight hole to fuck. Probably can’t even hear it with how hard and deep he’s fucking you.

Oral (Receiving)

Something that requires little to no effort on his part and gives him all the pleasure? You can bet your bottom dollar that Bo’s a real fan. Any relationship with him will probably be about 75% giving him head, and he likes it that way. Likes having you waiting at the door for him on your knees with your mouth already open. Loves you looking up at him with those teary eyes when he chokes you on his dick.

Jesse Cromeans

Favorite Nicknames to call you:

Love

Dear

Pet

Mi Corazon

Favorite Sex Position:

Mating Press

Hmmmm, making press….Jesse likes the closeness of it but not for the reason of intimacy. No, he likes it because being so close to you gives him the perfection view of your tears, the white of your eyes turned red, the back of your throat all swollen and sore from when he had fucked it earlier. And it’s such easy access to you, he loves it.

Face down ass up

A simple but good position, and it encourages his breeding kink. He’ll make you hold your hips up long after he’s done using you and make you tell him how much you want his baby, whether you have the parts for it or not. Maybe plug you up (with a plug that has a curly pig tail attached, I refuse to apologize for my sins)

Spooning

This feels like a more intimate choice for Jesse but I really feel like he enjoys that. In particular, he enjoys the forced intimacy. Slowing his pace, breathing heavy at the back of your neck, fingers sliding sweetly down your sides. He’s only like this when he’s tired or very early in the morning, and only if you’re someone he at least likes.

Favorite Kinks:

Knife Play

Feel like it’s pretty obvious for his character. The knives he uses won’t be play knives, never dulled. In fact they’re the exact knives that he kills with. The same steel that cuts through throats and faces runs along your side, down your chest, leaving just the faintest scratches that he aches to run his tongue over and dig into your flesh just to taste it better.

Breeding Kink

I couldn’t tell you what exactly screams breeding kink about this man….but something is screaming it. He cums in you unprotected and just holds himself inside you, rubs your belly harshly and thinks about it swelling. Doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. Just know that it’s almost always on his mind when he fucks you (internally jokes about breeding you like a prized piggy)

Oral (Giving)

(That one scene in the second movie does unspeakable things to me) Yeah, Jesse really likes to use his tongue. To kiss you and to lick you. Buries his tongue as far into you as it’ll go, licks all along your body sometimes just because of how much he enjoys the feel of using his tongue on you til you’re soaked in his spit.

[urdreamydoodles]

Love your works!!!! And I love Mr. Pickles!!!

May I ask for headcanons if reader dies in their arms?

Asking for: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Piotr Rasputin, Beast, and Illyana Rasputin

No pressure ofc!!! Thank you!!

And have I mentioned that I fucking love your works?!?!

X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

You die in their arms (Part.1)

In the heat of battle, you succumbs to fatal injuries in the arms of your partner. Each X-Men, torn apart by grief, reacts to the devastating loss, facing the crushing reality that their greatest power cannot bring back the person they love most.

Characters: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Colossus, Hank McCoy & Magik

First of all, thank you for this message, you are my first request and you have no idea how much it touches me. And secondly, your compliments make me blush, I'm glad you like my work, because personally I've never had as much fun as writing about something as this. Get ready for a LOT of headcanons because I have a lot in store. Above all, don't hesitate to ask for other requests <3 And thanks to you, you inspired me to make your request for other X-Men and X-Women. PS: MR. PICKLES WILL RETURN

Emma Frost

The battlefield was littered with chaos—explosions, screams, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air. You and Emma had been fighting alongside the X-Men, as you had countless times before, but this time was different. This battle had been brutal, and even though you had faced danger before, nothing had ever felt this dire. You had always fought by her side, both of you in sync, but as the fight raged on, you felt your strength starting to wane.

Emma’s voice was sharp and commanding in your mind, as always. “Stay with me, darling. We’re almost through this,” she had said, her mental link giving you strength. But when the blast came—one you hadn’t seen coming—it sent you flying, the pain immediate and overwhelming. You crumpled to the ground, clutching your side, feeling the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers.

Emma’s scream tore through the battlefield, her telepathic wail so fierce it silenced everyone for a moment. In the next second, she was at your side, her diamond form shimmering as she knelt down, her hands trembling as they reached for you. The moment her fingers touched your skin, her diamond exterior shattered, leaving her vulnerable in a way she never was on the battlefield.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, no, no... this can’t be happening."

You struggled to stay conscious, your vision blurring as you looked up at her, the love of your life, her face twisted in anguish. "I’m sorry," you choked out, each word a struggle. "I tried... I really tried."

Tears fell from her eyes, something she rarely allowed herself to do. She pressed her forehead against yours, her voice shaking. "Don’t you dare say goodbye. Not yet. I won’t let you go."

But you could feel it. The life slipping away, your heartbeat growing fainter. You reached up weakly, your hand brushing against her cheek. "Emma... I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Emma’s breath hitched as she gripped your hand, holding onto you as if her sheer willpower could keep you alive. "I love you too," she whispered back, her lips brushing your forehead. "Please... please stay."

But you couldn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body growing still in her arms.

For a moment, Emma just sat there, her mind refusing to accept what had just happened. Then, with a heart-wrenching scream, she unleashed a wave of telepathic energy so powerful that it swept across the battlefield, knocking down enemies, sending shockwaves through everyone’s minds. She cradled your body, her chest heaving with sobs, her mind desperate, reaching out to you, trying to find any trace of your consciousness.

But you were gone.

And for the first time in her life, Emma Frost felt utterly, completely broken.

Charles Xavier

The fight had been relentless, and despite the X-Men’s best efforts, the battle had taken a terrible toll. You had always been the calm in Charles’ storm, the grounding presence he could rely on when the weight of leading the X-Men grew too heavy. But today, everything had gone wrong. You had been separated from the team, cornered by enemies, and though you fought bravely, you had been wounded—badly.

By the time Charles found you, the world had already started fading around the edges. He wheeled towards you with a speed and desperation you had never seen in him before. His voice echoed in your mind, trembling with fear. *"Y/N, hold on. Please, just hold on."*

You could barely open your eyes, the pain in your body making it difficult to even breathe. But you heard him, and you smiled weakly, your heart aching as you felt his mind reaching for yours, trying to steady you, trying to keep you present. "I’m sorry, Charles," you rasped, your voice so faint it barely carried over the sounds of battle. "I wasn’t strong enough."

"No," Charles said, his voice firm, though you could hear the fear beneath it. "You are strong. You’ve always been strong. Don’t leave me, Y/N. I can’t lose you."

You felt his hand grasp yours, his grip trembling. You had always marveled at how Charles carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always keeping his emotions tightly controlled. But now, there was no control. There was only fear, and love, and desperation in his eyes.

"You were always my strength, Charles," you whispered, your hand squeezing his as best as you could. "I love you. So much."

Tears filled his eyes, his voice breaking as he spoke. "And I love you. You are everything to me."

You could feel his mind wrapping around yours, trying to hold you there, trying to stop the inevitable. He was begging, pleading with you to stay, to fight, but your body was failing. You felt the warmth of his love in your mind, a comfort even as the world started slipping away.

"Please, Y/N," Charles whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, don’t leave me."

But you couldn’t hold on any longer. The pain faded, the world grew silent, and your grip on his hand loosened.

Charles sat there, his hand still holding yours, as the battlefield around him seemed to blur into nothing. His heart shattered, and in that moment, all the strength and control he had maintained for years crumbled. He lowered his head, his tears falling onto your lifeless body, and he sent out a silent scream, a wave of raw emotion so powerful that it resonated across the minds of every living person on the battlefield.

Charles had lost many people in his life. But losing you felt like the end of everything.

Jean Grey

The battle had taken its toll, not just on the X-Men but on the world itself. You and Jean had fought side by side, your powers complementing each other in ways that made you an unstoppable force. But this battle had pushed you both beyond your limits. You had been caught in an explosion, your body thrown against the rubble, the pain blinding and all-consuming.

Jean was at your side in an instant, her telekinetic powers lifting the debris off you, her hands trembling as she reached for you. "No... no, no, no," she whispered, her voice cracking as she cradled your head in her lap. "Y/N, stay with me."

You could barely keep your eyes open, the world spinning as you struggled to breathe. "Jean..." you whispered, your voice so weak, so broken. "I... I don’t think I can..."

"Don’t you dare say that," Jean said, her voice fierce but laced with panic. "You’re going to be okay. I won’t let you go."

You could feel her mind reaching out to yours, wrapping around your consciousness, trying to keep you there with her. Her love flooded your mind, a warmth that soothed the pain, but you could feel your body slipping away, your strength fading.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your hand weakly reaching for hers. "I’m so sorry."

Jean’s tears fell onto your face as she held you closer. "Don’t apologize," she said, her voice breaking. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve always been there for me. Please... just stay a little longer."

You could see the anguish in her eyes, feel the desperation in her mind as she tried to hold on to you. But the pain was too much, and your body was failing.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I love you too," Jean said, her voice shaking as she pressed her forehead against yours, her tears falling freely now. "Please... don’t leave me."

But you were slipping away, the world growing darker, quieter, as you took your last breath. Jean’s sobs echoed in your fading consciousness, her mind screaming out for you, trying to pull you back. But it was too late.

Jean held your lifeless body in her arms, her chest heaving with sobs. She let out a scream, a psychic wave that shattered the air around her, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Her grief, her agony, her love—they all collided in that moment, her powers surging uncontrollably as she held onto you, unable to let go.

In that moment, Jean Grey—one of the most powerful beings in the universe—felt utterly powerless.

Colossus

The battle was at its peak, and the sounds of war echoed around you. Explosions rocked the battlefield as Colossus, in his full metal form, fought valiantly beside you. His towering figure was always a source of comfort, an indestructible wall between you and the chaos. The ground shook beneath your feet as you moved to join him, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

But then, an enemy blast caught you off guard, the impact throwing you off your feet. You hit the ground hard, the pain immediate and overwhelming. Blood seeped from your wounds as you struggled to breathe, your vision blurring. You tried to push yourself up, but your body refused to respond. The sound of heavy metal footsteps reached your ears, and you knew Piotr had seen you fall.

His metallic form glimmered in the firelight as he ran toward you, his eyes wide with terror. You had never seen him like this, even in the most dangerous situations. He dropped to his knees beside you, the cold steel of his hands cradling you gently despite their immense strength.

"Y/N!" His voice was thick with fear, a sound you'd never thought you'd hear from someone as powerful as him. "Please, no. Not you. Not like this."

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much. "Piotr..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I... I can't..."

He shook his head, his metal features twisting in agony. "Don’t speak. I’ll protect you," he promised, though the pain in his voice told you he knew there was nothing he could do. He tried to stem the flow of blood from your wound, his massive hands shaking.

His metal body was usually unyielding, but now he seemed so vulnerable, so afraid. He held you close, his cold arms pulling you against his chest. "Stay with me, please," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His entire body trembled as he struggled to maintain control.

Your hand reached up weakly to touch his face, the cool metal of his cheek sending a shiver through your fingers. "I love you," you whispered, the words catching in your throat as darkness closed in around you.

He let out a sob, his steel form shuddering with grief. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You’re everything to me."

But it was too late. Your breath faded, and your hand slipped from his cheek, falling limply to the ground. Piotr let out a roar of anguish, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. He held your lifeless body close, his tears mingling with the blood and dirt that stained your skin. Even in his indestructible form, he felt more broken than ever before.

Magik

The battle had spiraled out of control, and you found yourself separated from the rest of the X-Men, the air thick with smoke and the sound of clashing metal. You had always admired Illyana’s ability to remain calm in the face of chaos, but this time, the situation was different. The enemies were relentless, and no matter how hard you fought, it wasn’t enough. Then, out of nowhere, a blade struck you, piercing through your side, and you collapsed to the ground.

Before you could even cry out, the world around you warped, and you found yourself in Limbo. Illyana stood before you, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the sight of your bloodied body. “No...” she whispered, her sword clattering to the ground as she rushed to your side.

You tried to speak, but the pain was overwhelming, your vision flickering in and out of focus. Illyana’s hands shook as she pressed them against your wound, trying to stop the blood that poured out of you. “I’ll fix this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I can fix this.”

You had always known that Illyana was powerful beyond measure, but in this moment, she looked small, fragile, as though she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. She stared down at you, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she knelt beside you, her hands glowing with the dark magic of Limbo.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes. “Not like this.”

You reached up with what little strength you had left, your hand brushing against her cheek. “Illyana,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours. “I love you too, more than anything,” she said, her voice shaking. “You can’t leave me. I won’t let you.”

But you could feel your life slipping away, the pain becoming numb as the darkness closed in. You wanted to stay, to hold on, but it was too late. Your hand fell limp in hers, your chest rising for the last time as your heart stopped.

Illyana let out a scream that echoed through the very fabric of Limbo, a sound so filled with grief and fury that it sent shockwaves through the demonic realm. Her magic surged uncontrollably, her power crackling through the air as she cradled your lifeless body in her arms. In her rage, the demons of Limbo cowered, the sky itself trembling in fear.

But no amount of power could bring you back, and that realization shattered her. She held onto you, her tears falling onto your skin, whispering your name over and over again as the world around her grew dark, consumed by her grief.

Hank McCoy

The battlefield had turned into a warzone of destruction, and even though you and Hank had fought together many times before, this battle was unlike any you had experienced. You had always admired how composed and intellectual Hank was, even in the most dire of situations. But this time, the enemy had been too quick, too brutal, and before you could react, you had been struck by a powerful blast.

Your body hit the ground hard, pain shooting through you as you struggled to breathe. Blood spilled from the wound in your chest, and every breath felt like a mountain weighing down on you. Through the haze of pain, you heard Hank’s voice, panicked and desperate, something you had never heard from him before.

“Y/N!” He shouted, rushing toward you, his blue fur standing on end as he dropped to his knees beside you. His large hands were gentle as he cradled your head in his lap, his eyes wide with terror as he took in the sight of your injuries. “No, no, this can’t be happening.”

You tried to smile up at him, but the pain was too much. “I’m sorry, Hank,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t... I couldn’t...”

“Shh,” he said, his voice shaking. He pressed his hand to your wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. His eyes were filled with panic, his normally calm and collected demeanor completely gone. “You’ll be alright. Just stay with me.”

You could feel the life draining from you, the world growing darker around the edges. You reached up weakly, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

Hank’s eyes filled with tears, something you had never seen from him before. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know,” he said, his voice breaking. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his tears falling onto your face. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t... I can’t do this without you.”

You wanted to stay, to hold on, but your body was failing, your heart slowing with every passing second. You looked up at him one last time, your vision blurring as you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

And then, everything went dark.

Hank let out a strangled sob, his entire body trembling as he held you close. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution, something that could bring you back, but he knew it was too late. You were gone, and nothing could change that.

He sat there for what felt like an eternity, holding your lifeless body in his arms, his tears falling freely as he whispered your name. The battlefield raged on around him, but for Hank, the world had stopped. You were gone, and with you, a part of him had died too.

[zepskies]

Hello! I was wondering... kinda cringy but can I request comparing hand sizes with Soldier boy headcanons

Hey love!! ❤️

Aw, it's not cringey. That's actually really cute! Let me see what I can do for you...

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 500 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only on this one, folks! For some smutty musings on those talented fingers.

Headcanon: The way you love Ben's hands.

You love playing with his hair, slipping your fingers through the soft strands.

But you also love his hands.

Despite the pampered lifestyle he led growing up, Ben is a very tactile person. He likes working with his hands.

You like to catch him when he's cleaning his weapons. He takes them apart and puts them back together expertly. His smooth hands and long fingers glide as they polish metal with a small rag.

You like to watch him try and fail to cook, ultimately burning the eggs. You like the way his hands move quick yet awkward with the wooden spoon scraping across the pan.

(He burns the bacon too. "It's better that way, extra fucking crispy," he grumbles, when you tease him.)

You like the strength in his hands, tempered just for you.

When his fingers brush across your cheek. When they graze your arm absently while something plays on TV. When he comes up behind you and rests a heavy hand at the small of your back. Or when they grip your hips and thighs and ass hard enough to bruise.

When those talented fingers tease you, slipping between your legs and finding the source of your pleasure with ease.

Long fingers slowly dipping inside your wet heat, exploring your inner walls with the practiced patience of a man fully familiar with every part of you.

They know where and how and when to twist and curl, making you utter broken gasps of his name and shudder from deep within.

And Ben gets something he loves: the sound of your voice as you come hard on his fingers, and make it known in his ear...

But sometimes, it's just as simple as laying with him in bed, afterwards, holding one of his hands in yours.

Your fingers trace over each and every one of his, noting the differences of his larger hand in your smaller one. You compare them in your mind: both different versions of smooth, his masculine to your slender. His blunt nails to your longer ones.

One night, you even line up your hand against his, like Tarzan and Jane.

His brows furrow. "The hell're you doing?"

A smile tugs at your lips. "Nothing. You've just got huge hands."

He snorts. "I have a man's hands."

You roll your eyes. Right. But your smile deepens when you bring the back of his hand to your lips. You turn it over and press a sweet kiss into his palm, closing your eyes.

Ben tolerates it.

Or so he'd have you believe.

Really, he just watches you as a tendril of warmth plumes in his chest. His lips hint at a smile.

There are wordless moments when he knows you love him.

He'll probably never tell you out right, but times like these are some of the ones he likes most with you.

They stay in his memory long afterwards. And when the darker ones threaten to cloud his day, he pulls these moments out like old photographs, imprinted on his mind.

AN: Hehe, hope you guys like this one! ❤️

Just so you know, there's a longer SB imagine coming soon (either this coming week or next), and it is ✨Angsty.✨ 😅

I'll probably release an interesting one next. Though the request was a bit niche, I really got into it! So I'm hoping you all will enjoy. It includes reactions from Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)...

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[edgeray]

Hello 🍉anon again, hope you’re doing okay and I hope my writing is not atrocious for this request. This idea has been on my mind for an Arlecchino x dragon reader(similar to Neuvillette). So, Arlecchino receive a report from her operatives that an unknown creature is lurking in the shadow near Poisson, that keeps on attacking the others fatui members and stealing their rations. She tells them that she will look into it eventually as she doesn’t want their ressources to be stolen. She starts to investigate to gather information on this creature and possibly locate it and by a twisted turn of fate, stumbles into a dragon(secretly the reader)that look awfully hurt and almost on the verge of dying. Arlecchino took pity on the rather tiny looking dragon (tought it seems to be an adult one) and brought them to the house of the heart to treat their wounds.

As the times pass and Arlecchino started to grow fond of the dragon, she see in the corner of the room, a human. Visibly confused, she starts to draw her scythe ready to impale the person in front of her should they pose a threat. Then the reader just go up to her and nuzzle into her as if it was the most natural thing in the world and it was at this moment that she realized it was the dragon she had rescued. They start to bond and eventually grow more intimate with each others.

My Little Fire

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N -  Hi 🍉 Anon! Nice to see you again <3. Sorry this took so long. I just spoiled you guys with dragon arle, but how about dragon reader? Great idea, anon. Y'all really love dragons huh? Dragons are cool af, I don't blame you guys.  Unfortunately, I dunno a whole lot of genshin lore, so how genshin dragons work, idrk. I made you a Pyro Dragon, because bonding over fire abilities >>>  Dunno why I was so braindead while writing this, but that's why this took me an extra day to write this. By the way, the title is the english translation of the last three words. I headcanon that Arlecchino can speak Fontainian (French).  Content warnings / info - monster x human, reader is a dragon, reader is referred to ‘it’ for the most part, not second pov until the middle, arle's pov, reader is gn!, 1.7k words

Arlecchino didn't typically deal with these sorts of outings, not when her job typically dealt with information gathering and diplomacy. However, she couldn't turn a blind eye to this report in another Fatui camp situated in Poisson. Purportedly, rations have been going missing despite attempts to secure and protect them. Fatui operatives have been injured, and while Arlecchino does not doubt that some incompetence may have come into play, she does not believe that they are truly that incompetent. The operatives confirm that it is some type of creature, given the claws marks and the teeth indents the harmed operatives detailed. Whatever it was, it was too quick for the members to see, and so she now had to deal with it. 

Arriving at the camp, witness accounts didn't prove to be very helpful in terms of identifying the troublesome critter. However, the storage room, where the rations were stored, provided an interesting story to her. Unsurprisingly, clawed scratches littered around the containers of food, though she notices the indentures were caused by rather small paws. Despite the suggestion that the creature was rather tiny, it did not mean that creature was not weak, able to cut through solid metal. Interestingly enough, scorch marks also surrounded the area, even though there were no burns recorded in the injury accounts. The creature also seems rather famished. Each occurrence it raids the storage room, a considerable amount of food was stolen. Fascinating. Arlecchino can think of very few creatures like this but all of them seem implausible. 

However, there was a pattern to this creature’s visits. Every three nights, it came, wrecking havoc to whatever was in its way, but Arlecchino is sure that she'd be successful in capturing the beast tonight. She orders that no operatives are around the area–the last thing she desires is some inept fool getting in her way–and then she waits outside. 

It's near midnight when she first sees a glimpse of the creature's silhouette, about the size of a cat, but she can make out a long tail with spikes. Just as she anticipated, the creature appeared, flying through the open window she purposely opened. It pauses at the entrance, as if observing the lack of guards, but not questioning it as it dashes across the floor. Either this isn't a very smart creature, or its desperation for food outweighs the risks. Regardless, it just made a mistake. 

She uses her speed to enter the room before the creature has time to react, standing in front of the window it entered through. She closes the window, her eyes narrowing down on the now cornered beast. A scaled creature, with horns and wings. Its ears flattens against its head and their wings press against its body, imitating the fearful behavior a mutt would display. The longer she observers the creature the more she realizes that these traits match those of a dragon, albeit a very small dragon. She wonders if this was just a hatchling. 

The small dragon snarls at her, and a blaze emanates from its spine, the flames coursing down to its tail. The bright flames illuminate the dragon's features more, and it's when she notices that blood is spewing from a gruesome cut on its leg. 

An injured Pyro Dragon? It's terribly small, and she can't imagine how this one is still alive given its injury. Although the fire is an indicator it's a mature adult, the size is a cause of concern. What a pitiful thing.  

Arlecchino’s eyes flicker over to the box that the dragon tried getting into. As she approaches it, the dragon snarls, tensing its body to lunge at her at any second, however, she simply ignores it. Opening the lid, she's met with thick cuts of raw meat. She takes several cuts of the meat from the insulated container, before holding it out in front of the dragon. If the dragon needs raw meat, she has a particular selection of premium raw meat for herself that she could use for the dragon. 

“Eat,” she demands as she offers the food. The dragon, still maintaining its anxious behavior, stalks closer, sniffing the food before it latches its teeth on the steak. 

“I have as much meat as you could want, better quality as well. I'll feed you, shelter you, and take care of that cut for you. Come with me.” She says, offering another slab of meat. 

The dragon doesn't respond, nor stop eating, but its body relaxes. By the time it reaches its last piece of meat, it's eating out of her hand. Arlecchino uses the close proximity to examine the dragon's injuries. The dragon nudges its head against her hand, and Arlecchino strokes the dragon's head. 

“Will you come home with me?” 

The dragon gives her an affirmative croak. 

—

The dragon did not grow any larger even in the months it stayed with her, nor did it transform into its human form yet. Its wound had been festering for quite a while, however under her care, it is healing remarkably quickly. Arlecchino proposes that the dragon is using its energy to heal from the wound. Had the dragon not done so, it would have surely met an agonizing fate. This continuous depletion didn't allow for the  dragon to grow in size, transform, or use its powers and it would have continued in that state for years had she not rescued it. 

It must be because of this that the dragon does not take long to get attached to her.

The dragon always sticks near her, sometimes physically on top of her. If it's not on her shoulder or head, then it's on her lap. Getting accustomed to how clingy the dragon is was a struggle, but she soon learns. 

If she'd allow it, it'd follow her everywhere. It's almost endearing. 

It only took three days for the dragon to sneak into her bedroom. The morning after, she awakened with an unfamiliar weight over her torso, and she found that the dragon was nestled on top of her. The next night that she slept, it was nuzzled against her neck and sprawled over her right shoulder. She'd be lying if she said it was an unwelcome sight, and it became a nightly occurrence. 

Often the dragon would play and entertain the House of the Hearth children. Sometimes, it'd accompany her outside, but only on certain missions. After all, she needed to test the dragon’s abilities in its current condition, and who better to test it on than the scum of Fontaine? 

Something else she finds intriguing is that the dragon devours fire, much like how the Iudex fancies his water, though the dragon is particular to her blood flames than any typical flames. On occasion, she uses her powers as a treat that the creature happily indulges in. 

Arlecchino only wonders what more she would learn once the dragon finally transforms. 

—

Arlecchino returns to the House of the Hearth after another irritating Harbinger meeting, rather exasperated and irked by some of the impudence and dimness of her ‘coworkers.’ She reaches her bedroom, exhaling a sigh. Before she enters, she hears scuffling from beyond her bedroom door. Her door is slightly cracked open, implying that someone had entered during her absence. From the small opening of her door, she catches a glimpse of a figure. Instantly, her eyes narrow and she withdraws her scythe. 

Intruders have no place in her house. She knows that no children are inside, as it's one of the first things she's instilled when they first come: stay away from her room under any circumstance. So who is this audacious soul that dares trespass into her chambers?

Upon opening the door, she does not expect the speed of her assailant, as a figure crashes into her, wrapping their arms around her neck, face pressed against her neck. Arlecchino is momentarily stunned by the action, but for some reason, it feels familiar. The body is abnormally hot, too warm for a human being. This isn't someone she recognizes, and she was about to throw the being off of her when she paused. A purr erupts from the other person's throat, the vibrations coursing through the Harbinger. 

“Arle…” the person murmurs, the name making Arlecchino hesitate. They lean away, tilting their head and glancing up at her, and then her breath hitches. Vibrant, slitted eyes stare back at her, that gaze only belonging to a certain dragon she knows. 

“You're the–”

“–Dragon. It's finally nice to meet you, Arlecchino,” you say, as you finally uncoil your arms around her. Arlecchino observes you for longer, her scythe disappearing. Now that there's no threat, Arlecchino takes the time to observe your human form. 

“Are you fully healed?”

You nod, giving her a soft smile. “I am. Thank you. I'm indebted to you. I'm sure you know of this, but I would not have survived for much longer if it weren't for your help. If you'd allow me, I'd like to work under you as a repayment. I'm sure you'd like what I have to offer.” 

Arlecchino closes her eyes, a ghost of a smile appearing over her lips. “Very well.” 

—

Arlecchino learns many things about you. She learns of your favorite food, which happens to be her blood fire. The way you favor your meat served and how you're incredibly food-excitable. She learns that your wings and tails are incredibly sensitive underneath her fingertips and she is well aware that she abuses this knowledge. She learns that your presence lifts her heart and it’s only you that can appreciate her curse. 

Your favorite touch from her is your head. Everyday, she'd pat you on the head the same way she did the night she saved you. Kissing your forehead and carding through your hair are close seconds.

She learns that there are some things that don't change even with your new form. While you never return to your small size in your dragon form, it does not mean you still do not linger around her, sitting in her lap when she's at her desk. You still play with the children, often acting as the ‘Mother’ role that the children did not have. And every night, you return to her bedside, embraced in her arms. 

There are a few things that have changed with your new form. Arlecchino feels as if you've rekindled her, your love is another flame in her veins that doesn't scorch her being, but instead, you warm her soul, consuming her cursed blood flames. 

It's what inspires the name that she always calls you before you drift to sleep. 

“Mon petit feu.”