#x GN reader

[vthemultifangirl]

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Waht if we like to bite Viktor gently as a greeting

Here! Hope u like it!

Hi! *Nom* // Viktor

Viktor x gender neutral!reader.

Summary: Anom nom nom nom.

Fluff.

"Viktor!" You smiled widely from the couch, the door of your home pushed open, Viktor's fluffy hair flies as some of the cool air from outside gets in. He closes the door, slides off his shows at the door way and makes his way inside, the soft thumping of his cane getting closer.

"My love." The inventor murmured softly, a delicate smile on his face, his usually furrowed eyebrows and shapr gaze softens at the sight of you, you stood up wrapping your arms around him, his clothes were chilly, his nose was like ice against your warm skin, you cupped his face and-

"Ah!" Viktor whined as your jaw locked and bit down gently against his pale cheek.

"I missed you." You murmured softly before starting a small attack of nips and bites against his cheek. You always do this, biting him when you greet him home, when you're taking a bath and his shoulder is just- there, exposed and vulnerable, "biteable" you've expressed to him on many occasions. Or his hands, or his arms, everything about him somehow compels you to bite and nom.

"I missed you too, moje lásko." He said softly between fake hisses of pain that make you chuckle, your bites didn't hurt, they were gentle, the inventor smiles softly as your bites turn into soft kisses.

"I didn't know I was dating a piranha." The zaunite murmurs with a small teasing tone, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you a bit closer.

"Nom!" You said before nipping at his neck, he gasped but didn't pull away in the slightest. He closed his eyes, tilting his head to give you some space as you keep your playful nips across his neck.

"I enter that door and I am reduced to a chew toy." He mumbles with a smirk, you chuckle softly against his skin, finding a mole and pressing a kiss on top of it.

"You love it."

"I do love it, yes. Everytime." Viktor whispers, leaving his cane and tilting your chin up, his rosy lips pressing a small trail of kisses on the side of your face, his smile turning mischievous against your skin.

"Nom." He murmurs before biting on your cheek.

A/N: Hey! Hope you all like this little short thing! I am going to start my semester this week so I may not be writing as much! Still you are open to send your requests or thoughts!

[astraeus-tree]

Chapter 1

『For we're all that we need』

Disparities Between Our Souls

You were enjoying a peaceful lunch with your husband when you two were transported into your home-universe that you hadn't been in since 5 years ago

Disclaimer: This chapter focuses on Miguel and Reader, Batfam is only implied/mentioned. They will appear next chapter

Prologue <- Chapter 1

The halls of the Spider HQ were big, never failing to amaze you. The abundant amount of spidermen had surprised you when you first woke up here and to find out you were one yourself was even more of a shock.

Never in your life would you have expected to be transported into another world and become some sort of mutant, but you definitely wouldn’t change it. Especially now as you swing to your dear husband’s office.

Miguel O’hara, the leader and founder of the Spider HQ and also the one who chased after a 16 year-old boy. Yep, that was (un)fortunately your man. Thankfully that whole fiasco was over before you even arrived. From what you heard, he eventually ended up realising and coming to terms that canon events weren’t so canon and they could be altered, depending on the universe.

But enough of that. You were here today, swinging around the HQ to deliver your husband some food because you knew he would be busy taking care of the spiderverse—or as he likes to call it, ‘The Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse’— to take care of himself.

With a plate of food in your hands, you swung up to the platform he was on.

“Darling, I have some food for you. Take a break and eat with me?” You asked him.

“Mi corazón, I’m busy, you know this.” He stated, almost groaning but in a teasing way.

“Miguel.” You stood your ground and watched him as he sighed, moving closer to you and pulling the screens closer. Fine, you could compromise with this, as long as he ate. “How have you been, dear? Need any help dealing with the anomalies?”

“No, not now at least. For now, they’ve mostly been in low numbers and the new recruits are usually able to deal with them themselves.”

“Alright then. Any leads as to why they’re still appearing though?”

“Still none. I would’ve hoped that they’d had disappeared when Morales was finally dealt with but they’re still ongoing. Lyla’s theorising something else it at play here and I fear she could be right.”

You stayed quiet, deep in thought. These anomalies were off, something about them had given you the wrong feeling, especially when you were on-field fighting them. You had mentioned it before to Miguel, but you both chalked it up to the fact that in technicality, you were also an anomaly, a similar but also vastly different case to Miles Morales.

“Do you think I’m related to the anomalies in some way?” You blurt out.

“As much as I hate to admit it, it’s most likely.” Your brows furrowed in concern. This further complicated the matter at hand. Being an anomaly yourself meant you were already connected to the others in some way, but if there was any chance that this relationship between you and the anomalies was any deeper, danger was most certainly waiting just around the corner. You two spent the next few moment in silence, slowly processing that possibility.

“Well enough of that. I came here so that you would finally eat, so take some.” You nudged a roll of pandesal towards him, alongside a cup of coffee. You had your own right pair next to you, standing on a makeshift table made of webs.

He sighed before muttering a small thank you under his breath and the smallest smile on his face. Well, you’d take what you could get. You both enjoyed your food and drink in silence as you sat on the ledge of the platform and Miguel continued working. It was a comfortable quiet, unspoken words of love were understood and picked up by the both of you. A small respite in both of your usually chaotic lives.

But as luck would have it, this peace did not last long. You didn’t even have time to finish your food when a portal opened up in front of the platform. You stood up quickly, stance in a fighting position, Miguel also suddenly on alert, his arm in front of you in a protective manner.

Portals were a normal thing for the both of you, an everyday use even. Yet, this was weird. No portal had ever opened up in this room. Most respected the privacy of their leader and always opened the portals outside of his office. That wasn’t even the most off-putting thing. This portal was different, the shapes and colours were all wrong, all different from the ones spawned from the gizmos on your wrists. Yet, it seemed familiar to you. Like you saw it once and then stored it at the back of your mind to forget about it. That couldn’t have been right though, any portals you’ve seen are the ones made by the watch.

You didn’t have time to worry about this though. Danger could be come out of that opening at any moment and you needed to be ready. But danger would not come to you. No. It would pull you into it instead. Quite literally when both you and your husband were tugged into the portal.

The journey through the portal was short, but most certainly not smooth. With being pulled in unexpectedly and the inside itself feeling like it was tossing you around, the landing was rough. It felt like you were picked up and were thrown away carelessly with indifference.

Miguel regained to his feet before you and held out a hand for you to help you stand up. As you oriented to your surroundings, you could feel your blood go cold. The sky was dark, vastly different from the midday sky that you were previously in. Even though it was night, stars didn’t light up the night sky, instead smog filled the skylines. Buildings stood tall, reaching for the sky but always too short. The streets were quiet, like a the silence of a forest when a predator is near. The rain dripping onto your head was the final confirmation.

You were in Gotham.

You were back in the city you grew up in. The city that raised you to be the person you are now. The city you had so many conflicting emotions about. You were not ready for this confrontation. In fact, you might never be.

So, like the coward you were, you quickly pulled your mask back to cover your face and turned to Miguel. He quickly takes the hint and puts his on as well.

“We have to get home. We can’t stay here.” You fiddle with your gizmo, attempting to open a portal back up to the HQ, but nothing. Miguel looked at your struggle and tried to get his own to work as well but it was a futile attempt. Nothing seemed wrong with the gizmos, except for the fact the no portal was opening up. You hoped that everything else was working fine.

Miguel had no knowledge of this strange world. All he knew was that you didn’t want either of you to stay here, and who was he to doubt your words? The situation was alright at first. Yes, it was suspicious that you two were dropped off here by some unknown entity, but there seemed to be no immediate danger and you two could easily open a portal back to the HQ.

At least he thought so.

But when both of your gizmos failed, he could feel worry start seeping in. No, this is fine, he could fix the gizmo. He didn’t have any tools though. What was even wrong with it? It had been working perfectly fine before you were dropped into this foreign universe.

He could see you pacing back and forth on the rooftop you two were on. Although he couldn’t see your face, he knew there was a frown etched onto our face.

“Mi corazón.” He called for you, but you were still in your trance. “Corazón.” He called out a little louder, and still nothing. He quickly gave up on words and walked over to you, softly grabbing your hand to pull you out.

“What?” You snap at him before regretting it almost instantly. You take a big breath and try to calm yourself down. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed.”

“It’s alright mi vida. Can you tell me what’s got you so worried and where we are?” He spoke to you softly. You take another breath, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have.

“We’re in my home universe.”

“Ah.” That was all he needed to know. He had heard enough of your ramblings about your old life to know why you were reacting this way.

“Why isn’t the gizmo working?” You ask, point-blank.

“I’m not sure. Maybe there’s something about this universe that’s stopping us from being able to communicate with the others. I attempted to get in contact with other spidermen but no response.” The Spider HQ must be a mess right now, with the sudden disappearance of their leader. He hoped you two could quickly make it back home or else you two would be coming back to chaos.

You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted when you felt your spider senses tingling. You could see Miguel’s signature scowl form on his face, it seemed he could hear the danger you were sensing.

You both take a look around at your surroundings, and not too far off into the distance you see a Doc Ock terrorising the poor citizens of Gotham.

No, that wasn’t right. Your universe shouldn’t have a Doc Ock, hell you didn’t have any of the standard spidey villains. There was only one reason for this

An anomaly was in your universe.

Farther into the distance, you could see the bat sign light up the night sky. Shit. You needed to hurry before your family could get to this. You and Miguel looked at each other and nodded. A silent agreement to continue the conversation later and also take this anomaly down as soon as possible.

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Another chapter done, yippee! I'm sorry this is focusing more on Reader and Miguel, but I needed to introduce some plot points and it ended up being too long for the batfam to make an appearance

As said in a previous post, I don't speak Spanish, so if those nicknames are cringe or something then please do tell me how to improve it and I will gladly change it

Anyways this has been another busy week. I finished my prepL, took my license photo, started watching the bayverse transformers movies and prepared for the start of the school year on Tues

Speaking of school, I have no idea if that will affect my upload schedule but it most likely won't until a few weeks in.

As per usual, you are free to point out any mistakes. I don't edit my work cuz my ADHD won't allow me to and I don't have a beta reader so I am bound to have some mistakes here and there

Fun fact, my titles (except for the story title) come from songs. The Prologue came from Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives and this chapter's came from Abandon Ship by Fin. I recommend you listen to them, they're so good!

Have a great day everyone <3

[carn4g3]

Ooh okay, so I thought of an idea! I guess you could call this your first request on this account, but any possessive headcannons about the li's from the night shift?

(I assumed they'd be possessive from what you mentioned at least)

Creepypasta Relationship HCs

Characters - Jeff the Killer, Homicidal Liu (& Sully), Ticci Toby, & Eyeless Jack x GN Reader

Summary - How they are in a relationship (w/ a "healthy" dose of possessive tendencies)

TWs - Descriptions of yandere behavior, cheating (and otherwise unhealthy polyamory), abusive or toxic relationships, manipulation, possessive and jealous behaviors, mentions of murder and other violence, & very brief mentions of sex.

Word Count - 3.4k (500-700 each)

A/N: I'm just going to do one of these for every character from the Night Shift so this will be pt. 1, I'll link pt.2 when it's done :)

Jeff the Killer

Almost definitely has a thing with control. As an unwilling pawn to a creature he can't defeat, he tends to approach all things in life less than civilly.

You would likely have to be under Slender's control as well. While he could possibly tolerate someone who has been with Slender for longer than himself, Jeff prefers a more rookie member. Especially if you're being trained as a proxy, he feels a sort of satisfaction knowing his own influence is somehow intermixed with Slender's closest pawns.

Getting into a relationship with him takes time, and, even then, the term relationship is used very loosely. Jeff has interests for short periods of time before moving on to something else that catches his attention. Assuming this is a more long lasting type of relationship, that manifests as him basically disappearing for anywhere from days to months at a time.

He doesn't quite ignore you. If you pass him by chance, he'll acknowledge you with a smidge more endearment than just anyone else. Even if you seek him out, he might agree, albeit on his terms and free time. However, it certainly rivals the near infatuation he exhibits when he's most interested.

That being said, monogamy is not to be expected. If you wanted to discuss it, you probably wouldn't get a straightforward conversation even if you beat it out of him. Jeff doesn't answer to anyone in his mind. He gets to do whatever he wants, when he wants to. If someone else catches his interest, you're the last thing on his mind.

On the other hand, you do have to answer to him. Being stuck in Slender's woods as well, there's only so many people around you, and Jeff feuds with them constantly. If you were to be seeing one of them, that's something they could hold against him, and, to Jeff, that's worse than sin. For that reason, he absolutely policies your other relationships, and, if anything escalates, you're the sole one at fault. Though, Jeff, behind all his boasting, is not the smartest and it is very easy to lie to him if you're even somewhat decent at it.

Jeff is also not the most affectionate in traditional senses. While he understands the general norms of a relationship, he tends to perceive gestures of affection as begrudging requirements rather than something he enjoys doing.

His main aim in a relationship would be sex, any other things falling as secondary or lower.

Non-sexual physical affection is generally stiff or completely non-existent. Depending on his temperament, he can be a little bit sweeter. If you were to ask for a hug, he would (given you two aren't in any sort of public setting) allow you to give him one. He, on the other hand, would stand there like a reluctantly breathing mannequin.

Words of affection are also few and far between. He absolutely won't say he loves you, and it would be like pulling teeth to get him to call you any endearing nickname. But, Jeff does speak to you a bit softer than he does others. His compliments aren't outright but rather a less critical version of his usual vindictive comments. Not to mention, if he's feeling especially placid, he might refer to you by your actual name over whatever bastardization he normally uses.

His most likely form of affection would be in gift giving. Jeff is kind of a kleptomaniac, deriving a weird sort of joy in taking "souvenirs" from those he's killed. If he just so happens to notice something that you've offhandedly mentioned before or (god forbid) even something that makes him think of you, he'll pass it on. Usually, that means finding it on your doorstep (like he's a cat giving you a dead mouse) or having it tossed off to you under the guise of it being "junk."

I will add one concession which is that it's not entirely impossible to get some complacency out of Jeff. One thing that he tends to forget is that you're not completely weak and docile. After all, you interested Slenderman in some way beyond being prey. The most effective would be straight-up physical violence. Jeff doesn't understand emotional cues, and he hardly respects verbal boundaries. A fist to the gut, though? He understands that well. It'll make him think twice.

Overall, things would need to be toxic on toxic.

Homicidal Liu

Hardly as volatile as his brother, Liu is probably the closest you'll get to a "normal" relationship

While he holds a lot of insecurities about his appearance, he has much more room to interact with others in the real world than some of his companions do. He doesn't have a particular preference for who or what you are. If you're under Slender's control, that makes things easier. But, he's just as willing (if only a little hesitant) to form relationships with people outside of the creature's sphere

In my characterization of Liu, he has a bit of a destructive need to be close to Jeff. Some of it stems from his desire to return to a normal life while other parts of it is because he feels a need to be treated poorly somehow. Either way, his agreement to Slender is purely out of a need to be closer to Jeff. For that reason, he doesn't really view the creature in as negative of a light as others. Liu might even encourage you to submit to Slender if you haven't already, though who knows how that might actually go for you.

A complete wannabe romantic. If he sets his eyes on you, he'll go about the motions in the hopes you'll like him back. On the good side, you'll get a couple of nice dates and a bouquet of your favorite flowers for any sort of special event. In the case you don't reciprocate the romantic feelings, however, that does nothing to deter him. He just needs to try harder and eventually he'll wear you down.

Liu doesn't see himself with anyone but you, and he hopes you feel the same. However, he's a bit more flexible if you aren't interested in being exclusive. He fears that denying you fully might turn your interests away from him, so, instead, he'll try to convince you that he's better than whoever else you set your eyes on.

Compared to others, Liu isn't particularly the strongest. He's killed, but he doesn't feel any great pleasure or disgust towards it. It's something he has to do to be near Jeff, that's all. So, he's not one to go straight to physically harming anyone who gets close to you-- that might upset you too. But, he is one hell of a gossip. Any possible dirt he has on the person in question, he'll tell you all about it, maybe even twist it to seem like they hurt him personally. At the end of the day, you love him, don't you? You wouldn't want him to get hurt again, right?

On the more fluffy side, he’s the most consistently affectionate compared to others. Physical affection and words of affection are the main ways he would show his love in a relationship.

He's most physically affectionate when taking you on a date. Holding your hand and kissing your cheek, he does everything the sweet, picture-perfect boyfriend might. Liu's also very willing to indulge whatever requests you have of him. Whatever you want, his arms are open-- literally. In public settings, he gets a bit shyer, a pink flush taking over his features as he reaches for your hand or hastily presses his lips to your own.

When it comes to words of affection, he's quite the poet, like an actual love poet. Is his poetry good? That's subjective. If you indulge him, he might slip a love note or two your way. Although, he was far from a straight-A student. You're pretty sure some of the big words he uses don't quite mean what he thinks, but the thought is generally there. Even if you don't indulge his poetry, he'll still let the words "I love you" fall in your direction alongside a slew of other compliments.

Sully

I don't imagine Sully fronts very much, but, when he does, it's usually for a decently long period of time. Because of this, Liu keeps a diary of sorts so that the other can be a little less disoriented when coming to the front. Sully begrudgingly respects the diary. He doesn't keep up with it like Liu and writes far less, but he keeps the important details in mind.

If you're Liu's partner, he's not too interested in you. Inevitably, he'll be curious at first upon reading about you, but, if you don't catch his interest, he'll move on just as quickly. In that case, you probably won't see him until he fronts again.

In the off chance that he does see you as more than some side character, that doesn't really change much. Just because you're Liu's partner and somehow attracted to their host body (even though Sully is doubtful to believe that), he doesn't just get free range on you. He'll hang around you a bit longer, maybe indulge in a conversation or two. If Sully's relationship with you does develop into something less passive, it would likely be purely sexual in nature.

In general, Sully is unlikely to pursue a romantic partner of his own-- especially if Liu already has a partner. For Sully, Liu's needs matter more than his own, so he gets the final say on romantic relationships. But, he's not incapable of experiencing romantic attraction for another person.

Unlike Liu, you'd have to be under Slender's control for Sully to even consider you. He admires powerful people, so, if you were a more experienced member, that would only be a bonus.

If he did let an actual relationship form between the two of you, it would probably be pretty loosely defined. He wouldn't call himself your boyfriend, but he would scoff if you didn't see him that way. With that, Sully wouldn't entirely mind you were with someone else-- as long as he found them worthy.

(I'm not decided on writing NSFW on this account yet, but there's something there... remind me)

That doesn't dissolve the possessiveness entirely. Sully would still feel like he has some say in your other partners if it's someone he doesn't like. Rather than take that disapproval out on you, he'll go right to the source, and he is not opposed to violence.

In terms of affection in a relationship, Sully is a lot like Jeff in most ways. He's not a fan of initiating softer forms of affection. You would have to be dying in his arms to get him to hug you and most kisses would need to be initiated by you (it's not like he minds, though).

Sully's most valuable asset is his time. When he's fronting, he gets no more than one or two months to get everything done. So, if he chooses to spend his time with you, you better appreciate it. Even if you don't, that might not stop him if he's in deep enough.

Liu would probably be similarly indifferent to Sully's partner whenever he fronts again. He takes a bit more time to get to know you, Sully writing much less about you than Liu would, but he certainly wouldn't grow more fond of you than that.

Ticci Toby

Truly a rollercoaster of a man.

Toby is damn near infatuated with Slender, seeing it as something of a savior to him. Whether you feel entirely the same is irrelevant, you would have to be another proxy. Toby is often trapped in his own mind, not really too observant of things he doesn't need to be. So, you would need to be someone who's a bit more relevant in his life than just an occasional mission-buddy.

Surprise, surprise, Toby struggles with authority. He hates when people have power over him and he knows it (*cough* Tim *cough*). He'll fight any order quite fervently whether that be by outright defying it or just doing something his own way instead. At the same time, he feels the innate urge to be validated for his efforts and garner respect from the very same authority figure. Shockingly, he finds himself gravitated to someone who's been around a bit longer than himself.

You would have to be the one to establish any clear boundaries or definitions in a relationship. Once Toby thinks something, that tends to become his version of fact. He thinks you two are partners? You are. No need to inform you of that, you must already know.

Toby is incredibly insecure in himself. As a result, everyone is a threat to his relationship with you. Anyone could swipe you away if he's not watching carefully enough, so he's on high alert around others-- whether you want him to be or not. At the best of times, he can keep his mouth shut. But, at his worst, he sics himself on others like an untrained guard dog. The offense in question? Causing you to smile in a conversation.

This sort of variety tends to describe most of your relationship. Sometimes, he fails to see any of your flaws, pining any issues he has on either himself or others. Other times, everything is your fault to the point he almost despises you. Those times don't equate to necessarily him distancing himself. Rather, he takes increasingly more frustrating means to get you to change for him. You love him, don't you?

Toby doesn't know much about relationships apart from the stereotypical and heteronormative examples he saw as a child. Regardless of your gender, he tends to think of himself as the "dominating man" of the relationship. Despite that, he tends to be weak to you. It's not the hardest to knock him down a peg or two, depending on his mental state.

His most likely forms of affection are in gifts and acts of service. He's not exactly an artist, but he likes to think he is as he combines various rocks, sticks, and acorns together into some atrocity for you. Almost like a courting bird, he most prefers giving you the pretty or shiny objects he can find throughout the woods. As for his acts of service, those go back to his desire for you to be proud of him. Doing things for you is a natural way for him to achieve that, no matter how ridiculous or damaging your request might be. This aspect of his is almost too easy to exploit.

Toby is very awkward with physical affection. Being around you heightens his nerves and, in turn, his tics. He worries that he'll jab you too hard with his elbow or accidentally smack you with an involuntary hand flick. So, he stays close but never too close: hovering is the best way to describe it. Toby exists near you like a presence, just a few feet away and fiddling with his hands as he waits for you.

Words of affection are also difficult for him for similar reasons. He despises the way his voice comes out cut and stuttered and saying such big things like "I love you" takes a lot of effort out of him. On that note, he can be quite the talker once you two get closer. When he's comfortable around people, he likes to tell them about his interests in long, rambling ways with a little glimmer in his eyes. It's almost comical how easily you can initiate such word vomit from him.

Eyeless Jack

EJ has been a personal fav of mine for many years now.

While I'm an absolute sucker for the beauty and the beast trope with this guy, I think a relationship with someone else under Slender's control is most likely. Despite that, he would definitely be more likely to fall in love with a more human member than another supernatural one. Jack craves nothing more than the nostalgia and familiarity of humanity, so, if a human partner is the closest he can get, then so be it.

A relationship with Jack is beyond a slowburn. He wouldn't admit feelings for you even if it killed him. Jack despises who he is and thinks that every nice thing around him should feel the same. For that reason, it would take you to be the catalyst for the relationship. Good luck doing that though when Jack starts avoiding you like the plague, a pretty common occurrence. Even if you do voice the thoughts for him, he might still hide in the hopes you'll forget them.

Once in a relationship, he's the most likely to make it clear that he wants you two to be exclusive. While I tend to hesitate on making his more demonic traits too animalistic, I think it's reasonable to suggest that he has quite the strong nose. You have a scent, perhaps even one beyond whatever hygiene products you wear, and so does everyone else. If you don't smell like, well, you, it unsettles him in a certain way. That's his reasoning, at least.

In reality, he's more possessive than he lets on. To an extent, it's not a complete ruse on his part. He does truly believe the things that he asks of you are because his demonic nature makes the alternative impossible. It would be a lie to say there isn't some almost inexplicable mental gymnastics to get to that point, however. He can handle you having platonic relationships with others, no matter how much he feels his hands twitch unpleasantly at the thought. Jack struggles to fully commit to making you "all his" given that he doesn't think he deserves anything.

Expanding on his self-hatred a bit further, Jack is most vocal about these feelings with you. The sheer amount of time it took for the two of you to get together allowed for the establishment of more than enough trust on his part. He'll rarely dump it all at once. Instead, he makes comments here and there about hating certain features of his, or, if that's too much, he'll look so obviously sad about it. The reassurances feel cute, almost more domestic than you expected... at first.

Jack doesn't actively seek praise or compliments from others. If anything, he tries to practically disappear in most social settings. So, to have someone reaffirm him so readily, it's almost intoxicating. It would be a lie to say he doesn't fish for compliments on occasion, highlighting some insecurity of his to an unnecessary degree in the hopes you'll dote on him over him. Honestly, you might have swayed his worries on the issue entirely, but he'll be damned if he doesn't hear you say it again and again and again.

Acts of service and quality time are his go to forms of affection. Jack is guilty of hovering even more so than Toby is. If you're doing something, he's willing to help with whatever it is (there's very little he can't do) or at least linger around you if you don't want the help. When you're not busy, he still likes to linger near even if you two are doing separate things. Another heightened sense of his is hearing, so he basks in the quiet. As his partner, hearing you is a big comfort to him, even if it's just your soft breaths.

As is customary now, Jack doesn't think he's deserving of physical affection even though he craves it. He's shockingly strong willed and won't initiate anything unless you specifically instruct him to. He's most partial to being held by you, but is willing and happy to act as your personal pillow if need be. Sometimes, he can be a bit too cautious with his expressions of physical affection. Between his claws, his strength, and the inhuman black substance that drips from his eye sockets, he's a big fan of hover hands.

For words of affection, Jack is not a talker whatsoever. Despite his transparency on his insecurities, it flusters him greatly to share how he truly feels about you. He can only bring himself to say he loves you when he's sure you're deep asleep. Regardless, he'll manage to throw around an occasional compliment or two. Usually, it's uttered painstakingly quiet and you'd be lucky if he ever actually repeated it for you to hear better.

I fear there is some favoritism between these characters and I need to write more asshole EJ hcs.

[tactical-jellyfish]

The Mistakes That Have Been Made

Warnings!: Angst, angst, and more angst. Reader will be MAD sad for most of this. Poorly-practiced, unhealthy polyamory. Reader will experience a LOT of gender and body dysphoria over the course of this (though I will do my best to keep it gender-neutral throughout, bear with me), but there WILL be comfort over that.

Shout out! This fic was inspired in part by the lovely @cielosafeplace's post. I will be taking liberties, but the bones are all from there. Thanks again for letting me use this, friend <3

Since you were young, you've been very aware that you aren't like very many other people. That's fine, really. Being weird is no sin, or at least, not one you care about. If you happened to have crushes who happened to overlap, that was no one's business but your own.

That being said, the yearning, gooey parts of you were something that you never did entertain, for your own sake.

Still, when there were four men who all seemed not just willing, but enthusiastic to fill in those needs, of course you let them.

Of course, why wouldn't you? When Kyle kissed you so nicely, when he took you apart to heal you back together? When Johnny showed you passions that you'd been missing out on? When Ghost had you at his side, with the lights off and the blankets warm? Why wouldn't you let them have you?

They were your team anyway, those four made damn well sure you were alright.

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Actually, that might be too nice a judgement.

You know your team has been... very upset with you, lately.

Most of that is your fault. It was a bad call, and Ghost nearly got shot coming to help you. Really, you do understand that anger, but it's gotten lonely.

Price has stopped talking to you outside of orders, just like Ghost. Johnny gave you a verbal lashing you might never forget, and Kyle scowled at you in a way that made you head inside your room for the rest of the day just to avoid him.

It's been a couple days, and you're still on a very short list with all of them.

But something's off.

It doesn't hurt too badly yet, you must admit, but something feels like it's wrong.

A bit of pain, near the center of your belly, right below the navel. Sure, you're grown, you've had your bellyaches. It's not too bad, but it's a sort of new that you don't trust. Not even a little bit.

So, you go to your captain. Of course you do. He's got the most power, why shouldn't you?

Smooth, dark wood knocks clear and sharp under your knuckles, and a gruff "Come in." is all the command you need.

"Hey, Price. I was going to ask-"

"Is there a reason you saw fit to come in during the busiest week of the year not on fire?"

The interruption makes you still as the pain fades just a bit, seemingly also slinking away as the nervousness takes root.

Sure, you might have made a wrong call last mission, but were they this upset with you?

"Uh- I wanted to ask you something-"

You shouldn't be nervous. Price is your captain. He's just a little grumpy, nothing more. He'll answer, or he'll know who to ask. You're one of his, he shouldn't hate you.

"Find someone else, then. Your incompetence isn't my problem."

You know better than to disobey that tone, even as the prickle of pain returns to you, so you shut the door.

It feels a little worse now, and an uncomfortable tightness rises as you step back, but it's easy enough to push away with a deep breath or two.

Alright. Ghost might know. He's not under the pressure Price is, making up for your mistake.

So, you seek out your lieutenant.

He's in the gym. Training rookies, but it seems you've gotten lucky, because he's just told the newbies to spar each other, and is currently watching over them.

The sharp spike of hot pain makes you gasp a little bit, but your voice calling to him is what makes the man turn.

"Ghost."

"Yes, Crash?"

Your callsign makes you smile, just a little bit, but his tone doesn't. He sounds... really stern, more upset than he usually is when he's on training duty.

"I think something might be off, my stomach's hurting and-"

The relief of finally getting to tell someone about this odd pain is cut as you're, once more, interrupted before you can finish.

"Take a painkiller."

Okay, now this is getting annoying to you.

"I already have, you're not-"

"Not your bloody nursemaid, that's what I'm not."

His voice rises in a way that makes you swallow once more. The way you brace a foot behind you makes the ache come back, flaring in your gut, a bit lower this time. It's so loud a few of the recruits turn to look, one or two snickering, making shame and anger roil in your hurting stomach.

Your silence seems to allow for more speech from the man, because the scowl you just know is under his mask hardens, and his voice gets even louder, purposely projecting so the full gaggle of rookies can hear him.

"It's not my responsibility to take care of a faulty informations "Specialist". If you're not going to be useful, leave."

He says your job title like it's a fucking joke, goes to the efforts of doing air-quotes around it. The rookies laugh like it is one.

The shame and anger meld into an ugly thing, burning behind your eyes and making the stabbing pain just that much worse. You understand. They're angry, you did something stupid. That's fine. The fact that Ghost deemed it necessary to shoot you down like that in from of the fucking rookies is shitty.

But that's still your lieutenant. And you're still bound by his word. So you do leave, return to the small space you call your office and see if this is something that you can ride out.

Maybe you were being some sort of dramatic, maybe nothing was ever hurting, even if you feel it getting worse by the hour.

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That might have been the worst mistake you've made in your life, because here you are, bent over the toilet, emptying your guts again.

You're losing track of how many times you've watched the swirling bowl swallow your vomit just to be refilled, but you feel abysmal, bad enough to check your phone for the fifth time this hour as the thing sits on just one percent of its usual battery.

An unread text sits on the screen, sent to a group chat cheekily titled "the sergeants" by one John MacTavish.

Something's wrong, please come help me

Delivered, but not responded to. Neither are picking up their phones.

Fuck. This isn't good.

The nausea has started to pass, but the pain hasn't. It feels like a hot spear is jabbing into your abdomen, lighting up the entire right side with a burning pain that's only starting to intensify further.

It hurts so fucking bad, every breath is a harder task than the last. You can't bear to rise from your haunches. The movement would be too much, it would make the pain spike to a level you know you can't handle. Pressing your hands to the pain that's stabbing into you is useless, but you do it anyway.

The realization that something is very wrong sinks in, and you can't help the fact that you start to cry. When you turn to try and send another text, a more urgent plea, your phone shuts off with a dead, black screen.

You think you might be dying. It's only getting worse, and the door's locked. No one's coming to help you. You're alone, and your dead brick of a phone won't fix that.

Crying is doing nothing to help you. In fact, it makes the pain worse, but there's no logic left for you.

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The thing that pulls you from this is a quiet rapping on the bathroom door.

"Hey, um, are you good? You're kind of- crying."

It's not a voice you don't know. Awkward and fumbling, like they haven't used it in a while, and a little raspy. You choke a word of thanks as the pain spikes again, and sob once more.

"It fucking hurts. Please get a medic."

Your own voice is wet, it feels foreign to you. But thank the stars, the message gets across really well to whoever's on the other side.

A thick-soled boot makes quick work of the lock with the force of a good kick, and there's the rustling of clothes next to you. You don't move to look.

Almost delicate hands (when compared to your own team, of course) cup your own, putting just a bit too much pressure on the lower right side of your pained body and making your breaths trip again.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, just- I'm going to pick you up, okay? I- you look really bad."

His voice is gentle, the softest you've heard in the service. It's a relief to you, and you nod shakily as he hauls you up into comfortable arms, walking you over to the base's medical room as fast as possible without jostling you.

You'll admit that the next hour or so is... blurry, to you.

You remember the medic looking not-that-concerned when you came in, pressing their hand to your belly, the lower right side. When you whined in pain, they started looking worried.

Soon after, you were introduced to the emergency surgeon. She wasn't really clear, and kind of strict, but getting your stomach pumped was not a fun experience.

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Waking up from anesthesia is an ugly, uncomfortable thing, but you know the feeling while it hits you.

Your eyes are bleary, too-dry and unfocused, and your head is fuzzy with more than the anesthetic itself. Pain meds. Feels like... awful.

There's a little gasp when your eyes open, and you glance to the side to see maybe the last person you thought you would.

Not Price, or Ghost, or Soap or Gaz. No, it's the soft-handed, quiet voiced man, sitting in the chair and staring at you.

You're not sure what you expected, but you're not greeted verbally. It's an excited wave, followed by a lot of British Sign Language.

"I'm... I'm sorry, luv. I only learned how to finger-spell back in basics."

He doesn't look too dejected, which is honestly a relief. He switches over seamlessly, taking the individual letters slowly, for your sake.

It's okay. He spells the words slowly, forming the letters cleanly and precisely with practiced fingers that tell you he's been doing this for some time. You had appendicitis. The nurse said you were really lucky to get here when you did, and that they called your captain to tell him you'll be out for a day or so.

"Oh."

The cocktail of painkillers mutes your reaction, lowers it from sheer rage to a simple, tired acceptance. In that moment, you don't question why you're alone, sans this stranger. You just soak it in, really.

"What's your name, then?"

Gary.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He looks confused, but spells it again for you, slower this time.

"No, I know your name is Gary, I'm just sorry."

You realize what you say the second it leaves your mouth, and shut your eyes to cope with the mortification. Instead, you hear a giggle, followed by a laugh.

It's a squeaky thing, Gary's laughter. He only seems to make noise when he draws in the breath, and it makes a high-pitched, slightly raspy sound, like he's taken damage to the voice box or throat before. You would liken it to a dying goose, if you were meaner.

I like you. We should talk more.

He's smiling. He's looking at you and he is smiling. It makes you feel useful again, like there is still something to be salvaged of the errors you cause.

You do, in fact, talk more with him.

A lot more.

[shirakow]

❝ 𝓟.ERVERT PERVERT . "

caleb x gn!reader / love and deepspace

warning(s) include: nsfw content, somnophilia, putting sleeping pills in ur drink, and just overall pervert tendencies.

note: short fic, planning to write a longer one with this trope some time in the future but i just thought dumped on this bc its caleb and i love him and this is not proofread, so sorry for mistakes

Pervert!Caleb steals your underwear and uses it to jerk off; wrapping the fabric around his cock while he fists his hand to thoughts of you. If he’s lucky, then he steals 2 pieces of your underwear, one for his cock and one for his nose to sniff.

Pervert!Caleb who loves to put hidden cameras in your room and watch you do all sorts of things. Watching you touch yourself was his favorite past time. He’d be touching himself with you too! From behind his screen, of course. He’d match the pace of his hand to the pace of yours, wanting to feel like he’s the one making you feel good. Don’t worry—he will be soon.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room whenever you go out and pleasures himself on your bed, spraying his cum all over the bedsheets so you have a peace of him everywhere and anywhere. Humping the sheets like a dog in heat.

Pervert!Caleb who gets too touchy feely with you and he always insists they’re just accidents! Because who would touch your ass on purpose? Who would brush their hand against your crotch? Definitely not him! Even if he did, they’re all accidents, he swears.

Pervert!Caleb who uses his position as Colonel of the Fleet as a way to touch you with his own hands. Don’t worry, it’s just a body inspection, he promises—just to ensure everybodys safety! His hands would explore your body through your clothes, trying to feel for any ‘weapons’ that might be present. You didn’t, of course, but he definitely did and it was pressing against your ass right now. He’d use this as a chance to sniff your hair and maybe even grind onto you if he can get away with it.

Pervert!Caleb who thinks about using his bionic arm on you, using the shock feature to stimulate your pussy while he fingers you.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room when you’re fast asleep and often lifts your shirt or lowers your shorts just to see your skin. If he’s feeling more adventurous, he’d put sleeping pills in your drink and once they take effect, he’d cum all over your thighs and clean them up right after so you dont see the evidence.

Pervert!Caleb who gets so turned on when you call him out on his perverted tendencies. He tries so hard not to get a boner when you’re scolding him about it—the way you look so angry oh dear! He just wanted to stuff your mouth full of cock right then and there. He’d always sweet talk you out of it and say it’s nothing and that that’s how he normally acts around other people. And most of the time, you believe him, the other? Not so much. But he didn’t care.

Pervert!Caleb who just can’t wait for you to be his. <3

[chris-prank]

What does Jacce cook the best and what are his favorite foods?

Jacce is really good at making homemade soup and beef stew, since they are one the specialties he makes and serves at the coffee shop. He puts a lot of legumes and vegetables in his cooking in general, but he would adapt it if his darling is a picky eater.

Like I said in a previous post, his favorite meal of all time is Thai Chicken coconut Curry, but apart from that he really likes chicken pot pie and mozzarella sticks.

On the more sugary side, Jacce loves Haribo’s goldbears and grapes dipped in chocolate!

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Yellow Hyacinth for Jealousy

Summary: Jealousy is an ugly thing.

            “(Y/N), get up!”

            (Y/N) jerked up as Tamaki’s voice pulled them from sleep. They stared blearily at his face. “This is a nightmare. No way are you waking me up two days in a row.”

            “Don’t be silly!” said Tamaki cheerfully. He grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and pulled them out of bed. “Come on, we need to go to Misuzu’s pensione to protect Haruhi from the twins!”

            “I want to sleep,” groaned (Y/N). “It’s vacation.” And I had plans…

            “Don’t waste your time sleeping!” Tamaki pulled (Y/N) towards Kyoya’s room. “Come on, let’s get Kyoya!”

            “How are you in his house?” sighed (Y/N).

            “His people know me!” said Tamaki brightly.

            “Of course…” (Y/N) groaned. “I hope he yells at you for waking him up.” Kyoya was not a morning person.

            “I’m not going to wake him up, you are,” said Tamaki.

            “…No.” (Y/N) didn’t want Kyoya to be grouchy at them at six in the morning.

            “Come on, he won’t be mean to you,” said Tamaki, pushing open the door and shoving (Y/N) towards the bed. “Wake him up!”

            “No,” said (Y/N), turning around to leave, but Tamaki grabbed them and dragged them towards Kyoya.

            “Hey, Kyoya, wake up! It’s time to go to the pensione so I can liberate Haruhi from those twins!” said Tamaki. He spoke, but he pushed (Y/N) in front of him so their face would be the first one Kyoya saw when he awoke.

            Sure enough, Kyoya’s eyes opened and were instantly a glare. “Don’t use (Y/N) to drag me into your mess, you prat.”

            Tamaki yelped in fear at the evil eye Kyoya was giving him. “But Kyoya—”

            “If you want to go, go by yourself,” huffed Kyoya, pulling the blankets around himself.

            “Yeah, go by yourself, Tamaki.” (Y/N) pushed Tamaki away and collapsed on Kyoya’s bed, exhausted. “We’re too tired.” Their eyes shut almost instantly.

            “But you guys—”

            “Get out.” Kyoya glared, and Tamaki squeaked before running away. Satisfied, Kyoya rolled over tiredly. (Y/N) was already knocked out, lying haphazardly next to him on the bed. Kyoya’s exhausted brain short-circuited, then a small smile appeared on his face. He threw his blankets over (Y/N) and looked at their face. Nice… This was where (Y/N) should be. With him. Kyoya closed his eyes and fell back into a peaceful sleep.

            Tamaki peeked his head back in and took a photograph, grinning before escaping the room again.

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            (Y/N) yawned as they finally awoke. They blinked and stretched. They paused. This was not their room.

            Oh. Right.

            Tamaki had woken them up and dragged them to Kyoya’s room. Kyoya’s room. Eye’s widening, (Y/N) rolled over, and, sure enough, they found Kyoya’s face inches from their own—

            (Y/N)’s face exploded with warmth, and they sat up. Beside them, Kyoya’s eyes opened. Slowly at first, but the moment he registered their presence, he also sat up rather quickly.

            “Uh, good morning, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), a bit (a lot) embarrassed.

            “Good morning, (Y/N),” said Kyoya, keeping his composure much more than them. However, within, he was also feeling the embarrassment of the predicament.

            Who could react calmly to their crush being in their bed? They were both aware of how nice it was to wake up together, but that in itself was another embarrassing thought.

            “Sorry that I’m here. I was so tired, and Tamaki was dragging me around—”

            “Don’t apologize for that idiot,” said Kyoya. “He shouldn’t have tried to wake us up. And I would have removed you if I wasn’t comfortable.” He paused. “Not that I don’t understand that this isn’t…strange, but you aren’t a stranger, so—”

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Kyoya quieted. “I never thought I’d hear you stumble over your words.” They smiled. “But as long as neither of us was uncomfortable, I suppose it’s fine. Right?”

            “Right,” said Kyoya.

            Neither said out loud that they had been more than comfortable with one another, that waking up next to one another was flustering, yes, but also natural.

            (Y/N) yawned and stretched. Kyoya kept his eyes on their face (he didn’t look at their midriff as their old t-shirt rode up, not at all).

            “I’m going to go and get ready for the day,” said (Y/N). “It’s already nine. Tamaki has probably already gotten into trouble.”

            “He can get into trouble on his own,” said Kyoya, putting on his glasses. “We have plans.” He looked at (Y/N). “We can stop in town and go for a walk before going to the pensione for brunch.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “It sounds like a plan.”

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            “I love towns like these,” said (Y/N), smiling as they walked with Kyoya. Today, they wore a long brown skirt, a white blouse, and a green vest overtop with some self-embroidered flowers on it. “Small enough to walk around, not too touristy, made by locals for themselves.”

            “Quaint,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) looked at the shop windows. They smiled at some of the clothes. “I mean, the time people put into making these clothes is so cool. They put their heart into it.” They were staring a denim jumpsuit—very vintage and ABBA feeling to it—and some of the other handmade skirts and pants.

            Kyoya looked. They were not designer, not the brands his family custom-ordered, but…he knew they would look fantastic on (Y/N).

            “You should try them on,” said Kyoya.

            “I don’t have the money to spend on them,” said (Y/N).

            “I have heard trying on clothes is enjoyable in itself,” said Kyoya.

            “Do we have time?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) smiled, glad that he agreed. They didn’t want to leave their time alone with him so soon. So, they headed into the shop with Kyoya and happily tried on the clothes they had found so cute.

            “How do I look?” said (Y/N). They knew Kyoya wasn’t going to give his opinion, that wasn’t his thing, but they were going to ask anyways—

            “I like it,” said Kyoya, looking at them. He thought they always looked nice, but when they dressed as they preferred, they were incredibly attractive.

            “Really?” (Y/N) was surprised to get a response.

            “Do I lie?” said Kyoya.

            “You flatter people to get your way,” said (Y/N).

            “What reason would I have to manipulate you?” said Kyoya. “You’re my friend. And you look good.”

            (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and their heartbeat echoed in their head. “Thank you, Kyoya.” Nervously, they stepped back into the changing room to put their clothes back on.

            Kyoya smiled to himself and made a note of the size of the clothes (Y/N) had picked out. Before they emerged, he paid. Perhaps it was out of character for him—it definitely was—but he wanted (Y/N) to have the clothes they liked. (And he wanted to see them in something he got for them. So, not entirely selfless.)

            “Ready to head to brunch? Tamaki has tried to call me three times,” said (Y/N), emerging as they buttoned their vest.

            Kyoya nodded. And, as they headed out of the store, (Y/N) failed to notice Kyoya’s bodyguards exciting with a bag and putting it in the back of the car.

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            “Why is Tamaki tearing up a book in the corner?” said (Y/N), frowning. They had arrived at the pensione finally, and already, Tamaki was suffering, apparently.

            “Haruhi’s classmate from middle school showed up, and his ‘summer break’ ideas went up in smoke,” said Hikaru.

            Kaoru was staring at the boy, frowning. “Arai sure is taking Haruhi’s attention.”

            “If they’re friends, then it makes sense that they want to catch up,” said (Y/N).

            “You can’t call him a friend if they haven’t contacted each other since they graduated,” said Hikaru. “They’re nothing but ex-classmates.”

            “A happy reunion!” said Honey, who had also finally arrived well-rested.

            “So you all belong to the same club?” asked Arai. “What kind of club?”

            “…Host Club,” said Haruhi.

            “Toast? A toast-master’s club?” said Arai, mishearing.

            “Hey, Haruhi, don’t you have to work? Misuzu, she’s goofing off,” said Hikaru.

            “Haruhi, will you refill my drink?” said Kaoru.

            “Will you be quiet? Misuzu gave me a break, okay,” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes. She looked at where Tamaki was pouting. “Tamaki, will you quit it with the ripping? You’re just making more trash.”

            “It’s not trash. It’s for a hamster house,” said Tamaki.

            “You don’t have a hamster, senpai,” said Haruhi.

            “Not a senpai. Just an ‘acquaintance,’ ” pouted Tamaki.

            Arai smothered a laugh. “These Ouran guys are really funny. That’s a surprise…for such an elite school, I figured they’d be otherworldly beings.”

            “They’re definitely form a parallel universe,” said Haruhi.

            “Actually, I was worried about you going to that school,” said Arai softly. “I thought you’d have a hard time. I’m glad you’re okay. It makes me feel better.” He paused and suddenly became flustered. “Oh! I’m not the only one who was worried. Others were saying the same.”

            “What the heck? A refreshing and pure attitude? Is that his angle?” Hikaru frowned. “Doesn’t he know the refreshing tournament has already ended?”

            “ ‘Bright but shy, rather normal, and is on the basketball or soccer team.’ ” Kaoru took a sip of his drink. “In real life, he may be a hit to the girls, but in manga he’d only be the archetypal sidekick. That’s the sum of it.”

            Arai smiled. “You’re right! I’m on the soccer team. How’d you know?”

            Kaoru and Hikaru glowered. He was a nice guy, too.

            “Are you two trying to pick a fight?” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            The twins shrugged “innocently.” “Oh, nothing.”

            “Still…” Hikaru huffed. “He’s clearly attracted to Haruhi. It’s so obvious that it’s annoying.”

            “Hikaru! You’re the one who’s being annoying,” said Haruhi.

            “It’s okay, Haruhi. It’s true I was attracted to you, but you rejected me a year ago.” Arai smiled.

            The hosts all stared. (Y/N) looked at Haruhi and tilted their head.

            “Why are you shocked, too?” said (Y/N).

            “I don’t think she realized,” said Arai, chuckling. “I asked her out, but she just assumed we were leaving the school itself…”

            Haruhi’s eyes widened, and (Y/N) covered a laugh.

            “Haruhi, you broke a poor boy’s fragile heart with your complete insensitivity,” said Kyoya. “I hope it wasn’t intentional.”

            “I didn’t mean to…” Poor Haruhi was reevaluating a lot of interactions now. “I’m so sorry.” She bowed to Arai.

            “It’s okay.” Arai smiled. “I got over it. The fact that you didn’t get it meant you weren’t interested in me. That’s all. But…you have a quiet and unfathomable quality. And the way you look straight into the eyes of the person you’re talking to…I really liked that about you.”

            Tamaki’s eyes widened. “You’re so sincere about Haruhi…” He grabbed Arai’s hands and smiled. “Your bravery will never be forgotten! Now tell me all about Haruhi in middle school.”

            An irk mark appeared on Haruhi’s head. “Don’t bother my friends, senpai.”

            Arai smiled and chuckled. “It’s alright.”

            “Arai?”

            Arai looked over to the entrance of the pensione and smiled. “Oh, Tooru.”

            “Is that Haruhi?” Tooru, a taller boy with the same brown hair as Arai, smiled. “It’s been so long.”

            “Another admirer—”

            “Ew, no, senpai,” said Haruhi, interrupted Tamaki. “This is Arai’s older brother.”

            “Nice to meet you,” said Tooru, smiling.

            “These are all Haruhi’s friends from Ouran,” said Arai.

            “Ouran? Wow. You sure you want to spend your summer here in this small town?” Tooru smiled, clearly not insulting the town but joking around.

            “It’s very nice here,” said (Y/N). They sweat-dropped. “And some of us don’t have money for a large vacation…”

            “Oh, are you a scholarship student like Haruhi?” said Tooru.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N). “I’m (Y/N).”

            “That’s really impressive. You must be really smart,” said Tooru.

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Kyoya narrowed his eyes as Tooru’s smile grew wider upon seeing (Y/N)’s happy expression. The boy’s eyes had not left (Y/N) since he saw them, and Kyoya felt something frustrating curling in his stomach. This wasn’t (Y/N) speaking to guests, giving them a performance. This was the real (Y/N) who was attracting someone’s attention. Kyoya despised it.

            “Do you mind if I sit down?” said Tooru.

            “I thought you were looking for me for something,” said Arai.

            “Yeah, I just needed to let you know our deliveries are done for the day, so we’re free,” said Tooru, smiling. “We get to relax for a bit.” He sat down, and Kyoya narrowed his eyes as he took a seat next to (Y/N).

            “That’s good! I wanted to catch up with Haruhi a bit,” said Arai.

            “I want to hear stories about Haruhi from middle school!” said Tamaki.

            “I don’t get it, why would old stories entertain you?” said Hikaru. He and Kaoru hadn’t moved closer to join the group yet. “Besides, can’t that guy tell that we don’t care about him at all? Haruhi’s heart has no room for him—”

            Haruhi slapped Hikaru, and Hikaru’s eyes widened. Haruhi glared at him fiercely.

            “Hikaru, that’s not something for you to decide!” said Haruhi. “I won’t let you insult my friend any further.”

            “Come on,” said Hikaru. “Who cares about other people? Look, we’re the ones who are you friends!” Furious, he turned away and walked out.

            “I’ll go and talk to him,” said Kaoru, going after his brother.

            “…Maybe I should leave,” said Arai.

            Haruhi looked at him. “Don’t let Hikaru scare you off. He’s being an idiot.”

            Arai smiled. “Maybe. But Tooru and I should still go and check if there are any other last-minute deliveries to help out with.”

            “Okay,” said Haruhi, nodding and walking towards the exit with him. “It was nice to catch up.”

            “Yeah,” said Arai. “Will you apologize to Hikaru for me?”

            “No need.” “Hikaru” stepped out from the doorway. “It was my fault. I’m sorry.”

            “It’s okay,” said Arai, smiling. “Bye!”

            “(Y/N)?” said Tooru.

            “Yes?” they said.

            “I know we just met, but there’s a market going on tomorrow, and if you wanted someone to show you around the village, I’d love to,” said Tooru nervously.

            (Y/N) blinked in surprise. “Oh.” They were flattered, but they weren’t interested. They opened their mouth to politely reject him—

            “I’m afraid that (Y/N) is too busy to date,” said Kyoya curtly before (Y/N) could speak. “With their job in our club, dating is discouraged, and they hardly have the time to go back and forth from Ouran Academy to see…you.” His cold gaze sent a shiver down Tooru’s back.

            “O-Oh, right…” Tooru trailed off uncomfortably.

            “Kyoya,” hissed (Y/N), glaring at him. Quickly, they turned back to Tooru and smiled apologetically. “Sorry about him. He’s being rude.” Kyoya bristled. “But I am not interested in anything like that at the moment. You’re very nice, though.”

            Tooru smiled, glad to hear (Y/N)’s words. “It’s no problem. Thank you for being honest.” With that, he got on his bike and headed away.

            (Y/N) turned on Kyoya. “What was that, Kyoya?”

            “You’re a host. Hosts can’t date,” said Kyoya coldly.

            “You made that rule up now,” hissed (Y/N). “And you were rude for no reason.”

            “No reason?” Kyoya’s gaze narrowed. “He was flirting with you, and he’d probably try to ask you out again if he didn’t know you weren’t available.”

            “I am available, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), putting their hands on their hips. “And just because I’m in the Host Club doesn’t mean you get to boss me around. Unbelievable.” They turned and walked away.

            Kyoya gritted his teeth, and when Tamaki looked at him nervously, Kyoya glared and walked the opposite direction.

            “…Oh dear,” said the hosts. (Y/N) and Kyoya fighting? Not good.

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[s1nslxtc1ty]

Talkative

this was so fun to write i miss writing fics anyways enjoy!

Top Arthur Morgan x Bottom GN reader

Warning: NSFW, pretty vanilla, cute pet names, just sweet sex overall

Arthur Morgan wasn't much of a talkative man, he preferred peace and quiet, he enjoyed riding his horse out on his own, riding through the open fields, though he didn't mind a bit of a chat, but if you got too talkative then he'd quickly get annoyed — he didn't like to be bothered, to put it simply.

It's safe to say you were a little surprised at how talkative Arthur got during sex, grunting and whispering dirty things in your ear as he fucked into you.

"Bloody hell, sweetheart..." Arthur groaned in your ear, you laid on your back, legs either side of Arthur as he supported himself on his forearms above you, dick sliding in and out of you repeatedly, rubbing against your sweet spot again and again, making you cry out in pleasure.

You grabbed at his chest, fingers curling in the slight hair there, he kept himself groomed well, something you always enjoyed, though you told him you didn't mind his body hair, specifically his beard, you nearly cried when he had completely shaved his beard off one time.

He made sure to never shave it all off ever again.

"(Name)," he grunted in your ear, the way he said your name.. God.. you could come from just his voice alone, the idea of him giving you instructions as you touched yourself.. you'd definitely have to try that some time.

"Ah! Arthur!" you cried out, your nails dragging down his back, your nails were fairly short, but it was enough to leave red marks down his back, though they wouldn't leave marks, you didn't know whether to feel glad or upset that it wouldn't scar..

"Oh god! Oh god!" you moaned repeatedly, right in his ear. "Such a good little thing for me, ain't ya?" he said back, right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Ha-haah.. Arthur.." all you could focus on was his voice, you're so close, his voice tipping you over the edge.

"That's it.. just like that.." he groaned, filling you with his load, deep inside you as you came together, coming around his cock, your legs quivering and your whole body trembling violently before you collapsed back onto the bed.

Arthur slowly pulled out, the feeling made you twitch slightly, he rolled onto his back beside you, intertwining one of your sweaty hands with his own as you both caught your breath.

[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request headcanons of TFP Optimus Prime and Ratchet with a human teen who is like Luz Noceda from TOH?

And how would they react to reader coming to the base one day with a box, reader tells them it is their school proyect for tomorrow and wanted their opinion, only to then open the box and take out alive snakes!!

I can also see them becoming friends with Miko quick.

☆ Eccentrically Unique — TFP Optimus/Ratchet & Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes your oddball nature in stride. He's seen his fair share of rowdy bots all across his career, and though he'll still play parent for you by guiding you in the right directions, he's keen on letting you have your fun as long as it doesn't interfere with work

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet is a bit more snippy about it, but the medic isn't exactly known for his cheerful disposition. He'll talk to you about alien facts for however long you want, no matter how annoyed he pretends to be

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When it comes to school, the two are typically a little more out of the loop because of their lack of understanding to the earth education system. That's where Miko comes in, the two of you bonding over the advice she gives and your similar interests

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When you mentioned a project, the two bots wished you luck without thinking much about it. Ratchet did note the differences between human and Cybertronian sciences, but largely they just gave you encouragement and thought that would be all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Oh how wrong they were. When you came back the next day excited about your idea, Optimus was admittedly curious to see what humans considered interesting sciences. That is until you opened the lid and they saw the snakes within

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The bots were curious, but Ratchet drew a line when one of the serpents kept gnawing at his fingers. Sure the poison didn't affect him, but some nerve to latch on like parasites! Especially when they get loose and start slithering along the base floors

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took many dizzying moments of scrambling large mechs and some panicked humans to get the snakes picked up. Optimus let you know pretty soon after that wild animals were suddenly prohibited from base

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They both come together to reassure you in the end. They do like seeing your creativity and knack for the unfamiliar, but they'd also both seen quite a bit what impulsive workers can cause. Though Ratchet is more blunt than Optimus, they both assure you that you're still welcome to have your adventures with them anytime... just with less snakes

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ what to do with all this milk !? ” :

﹙ milkman character x gn baker reader﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . milkman au!alessio x gn reader !! 🍰 : 

you have a sort of flirtationship with the handsome milkman so vigilante to your bakery. little do you know how much you drive him with his own desires 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ fantasies ˖ mentions of oral ˖ criminal amounts of milk motifs | wc : 0.9k 

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Milkman!Alessio !! 🍒 : Who you see every day of the week. You bake so often, for family events, neighbours, charity. You’ll need all of the milk he has to give you. And each day that he visits you with that crooked grin and the little tip of his cap, he hands you the bottles of milk. Though he does not leave until he’s had a little chat or two with you. No no, he adores the sound of your voice. The two of you have gotten quite familiar, you see. Despite the busying work of this man, he attempts to come back to you with something extra when he’s done with a run. Be it flour, edible flowers, anything to be able to strike up a conversation with you. Oh you make him weak.

“You’re too kind to me Alessio.” You chuckle softly, putting the gifts aside on the small drawer next to the entrance of your house, smiling up at him.

“Well what else can I do but help you indulge further in your passion for baking?” He responds, grinning down at you in return. Emerald eyes sparkling happily each time your symphony passes through his ears. The dopamine rush that claps through him each time is addictive. You always leave him wanting more. . .

“How about you come in for some tea?” You coo softly, curling your index towards the cosy insides of your home. And yet, you are left to sigh in disappointment as the man shakes his head and excuses himself. He does have other destinations to reach, after all. . .

Milkman!Alessio !! 🍒 : Who cannot stop imagining that time you came out of your house, shirt drenched in milk after a little baking accident with the mixer. A droplet of the white liquid trickling down your chin wiped away as you greet him with that happy smile as always. Apologising to him for the mess and thanking him for coming by with the milk as always. You certainly needed it now that the other bottle had broke. Yet all he can think about when he gets back home is that simple wipe of your hand across your chin. The way you carelessly licked the drop off of your palm and then wiped your mouth with your sleeve after. Such small act, not even done with so much of a thought in your hand. It drove him crazy, still.

“They’re gon’ kill me one day,” he groans at the way home in his car, steering back to his apartment. His milky white cap off of his messy head of black hair. Ringed fingers rush through the thick locks as he sighs shakily, keeping focus on the road.

 

Milkman!Alessio !! 🍒 : That visits you one night after you call him up and ask if he can bring some emergency milk bottles, as you are attending a big event in the afternoon of the morrow. He stayed over that night to help you bake all of the bread and cake. He had to gulp down a little harder than usual when emerald eyes caught sight of you drinking the remainders of one of the milk bottles as the both of you finished off the baking. The way you drink down each and every drop leaves his throat dry and wanting for something entirely different than the liquid you’re drinking.

“Do you want any of the leftover milk?” You ask with a smile. Your tired eyes looking back into his with a spark in them. Urging him, tempting. It is your little secret, you know exactly what it is you do to him. It would be so interesting to see how long it’d take for him to notice.

“Gracias pero no gracias” ( thank you, but no thank you ) He laughs, waving you off with dismissive hands and a smile on his face. He was simply glad to have helped. “I do need to get home, but this was lovely, tesoro.”

“Oh please, at least take this with you,” the response to his is hurried as he begins putting his shoes and coat back on. When he’s dressed you smack a tub of goods into his hands — Wait what? He doesn’t get the time to even process that you gave him some of the leftover baked goods and bread in gratitude.

“Safe travels, alright? Now off you go!”

Milkman!Alessio !! 🍒 : Who ends up dreaming about fucking you out on your kitchen table that night, panting loudly into your shoulder while you moan out and grip at his back with one hand. While the other pinches at his nipple, tugging and twisting at the pebble to draw out a few of his own noises. Your pretty pussy milks him dry, and— Oh of course, the alarm beeps into action. Up again, into his work suit. Making sure he looks neat. He makes his way out of his apartment and wanders out into a new day of delivering milk to the world.

His hand pumps away at the base of his cock frantically, while his head is thrown back over the lean of the chair of his kitchen. He just got home but he needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out. The images of you milking each and every last bit of him will have to do.

The sight of you on your knees, chin and chest painted white with his cum makes his eyes roll back with ease and hot cum squirting out of his previously weeping dick.

“F-Fuck— Fuck- thas it— that’s it keep dr-inking— nghhhh!”

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Temperance . The 6th

Beasts x Beast ! Reader

Cussing , Violent themes

Edited because I made spelling mistakes.

✦ "Have you ever heard of the 6th beast, the greatest of the beasts, the one who made balance, the one who kept those in a straight line to the most purest of futures... TEMPERANCE

- Their self-disciplined behavior kept every cookie in their place, even when the other uncorrupted beasts had gone out of control. Legend states that they had resisted corruption due to their self discipline and balanced nature, and is now somewhere, resting on earthbread.

- The witches had begged Temperance to go out and fight for the nation, but Temperance refused. The nation did need their own consequences to their arrogant actions. No matter how much they tried, Temperance never budged.

- Temperance once did try to fight off the corruption of the beasts. But inevitably failed due to being outnumbered, they had barely escaped the temptations. "

" Waiitt— so Temperance could be anywhere on earthbread right now!? "

–Gingerbrave interrupted Pure Vanilla's story, only to be met with a glare from wizard cookie.

——— THE DAY OF CALAMITY

Terror was everywhere, fires spreading all out, screeches of pain. Your environment was surrounded by calamity and...unbalance.

You were weakened, your dough crumbling by the second. And worst of all, your comrades have fallen into corruption, into sin. You were also— outnumbered.

" Cmon softiieeee just join us, give in to temptationnnn—" Shadow Milk hummed at your pathetic state.

" plus— We would LOVEEE to have you here!!"

"NEVER WILL I GIVE INTO— *cough SIN. "

You practically yelled at Shadow— no..Blueberry Milk, he was taken aback to be honest. You had never yelled at them like that, more importantly him.

"Friend, it is best to join us rather than resist."

Mystic flour cookie spoke softly, her head tilted down your crouched figure.

" You're already crumbling— HAHA! I don't think you would want us to turn you into ashes now, sweets? "

These weren't your friends anymore, they were BEASTS.

`I have no choice. ` you thought, your breath hitching as all of those beasts stared down at you.

` this is my last resort. `

With all of the power you had harnessed from them being distracted by your position on the ground, a gust of strong wind surrounded you like a shield.

"AGH WHAT THE FUCK—" burning spice screeched as his eyes were shut closed with leaves that surrounded the wind, gaining some laughter from Shadow milk.

" ...... " Silent salt watches as the huge gusts of wind carried even trees around it.

BANG

The shield then exploded with all that harnessed wind, pushing the beasts back. You were gone, no trace of you left.

"They... Escaped? " Eternal sugar cookie muttered in surprise, but she expected as much from the virtue of Temperance.

" Well, as much as I am angered by their escape... I feel glad that they are at least alive. "

Mystic flour proclaimed, she didn't want you to turn into crumbs yet.

"Well chop chop comrades! We must find them."

Shadow milk hovered off the ground, a grin of excitement across his face.

"Agreed." —all the other beasts spoke in agreement.

- but before they could even begin searching, the witches had punished them greatly for bringing mass destruction, and possibly almost crumbling one of their greatest creations.

- but The Virtue Of Temperance could be anywhere right now, and to be honest... It would be my greatest honor to meet them in person

—

"Wait- they could be anywhere right now!? Even in front of us!? "

"Now gingerbrave, that's a possibility but still silly. There's no chance that they're with us right now, no one here could even be THE virtue of Temperance. Right ______? "

You stared at them both in silence, Pure Vanilla's staff looking at you eagerly.

"Right..... ______? " Wizard cookie repeated, but more in an astonished tone. He did find it weird that you were always fully cloaked, never showing your face. Kind of like Healer cookie when he was actually pure... Vanilla..

"....." You only let out a hum, sweating and shaking a little. Clearly nervous...

"_______? Do you have something to... Tell us? "

"Well.... About that... " you lifted up your cloak a bit, revealing your soul jam that was found in the crook of your neck. ( kind of like shadow milks but a little on the side. )

"N-NO WAY!"

[frickingnerd]

dating link & sidon

pairing: link x gn!reader x sidon

tags: wholesome fluff, polyamorous relationship, friends to lovers, physically affectionate boyfriends, protective!link

sidon and link had both been your friends before they were your lovers!

it was clear that the two of them had romantic feelings to you, but for a while, they hesitated to act upon them, until they eventually both confessed to you together!

both of your boyfriends are very affectionate and they are very proud of dating you, so they don't shy away from showing their affection towards you to everyone!

sidon never shuts up about you, always talking about how great his partner is to anyone who lends an ear to him!

and while link isn't as talkative, he does talk about you whenever he ends up opening his mouth!

when it comes to physical affection, sidon beats link by a bit! both men always have their hands on you, but it tends to be more obvious for sidon, as link tends to rest his hand on your back, where nobody can see it

sidon always has an arm tightly wrapped around you or holds your hand, to show off that he's dating you! honestly, he believes it's much more shocking that he managed to date someone like you, instead of you dating the literal prince of the zora!

however, one category link beats sidon is protectiveness! both men are protective of you, but link protecting people is link's job, so not only does he have experience with it, but he's also extra protective of you, because he's dating you!

besides, sidon is a bit too friendly at times, while link can get unfriendly with people he deems threats to you, without causing a massive political scandal!

[asterafroditis]

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INDICATORS:

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✿ — x reader

✭ — oc x canon

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☓┆Twisted Wonderland ۶ৎ

𓏵 1st Years

Ace Trappola

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Deuce Spade

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Epel Felmier

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Jack Howl

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Sebek Zigvolt

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

𓏵 2nd Years

Riddle Rosehearts

is this love? ✿🍥

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Ruggie Bucchi

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Azul Ashengrotto

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Jade Leech

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Floyd Leech

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Kamil Al-Asim

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Jamil Viper

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Silver

wake up, sleepyhead ✿🪻

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

𓏵 3rd Years

Cater Diamond

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Trey Clover

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Leona Kingscholar

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Vil Schoenheit

envy ✿🍥

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Rook Hunt

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Idia Shroud

not enough for you ✿🪻

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Malleus Draconia

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

Lilia Vanrouge

ᝰ.ᐟ nothing else so far!

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[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[tactical-jellyfish]

The Mistakes That Have Been Made

Synopsis: Sometimes, things don't work out. Sometimes, you're going to be the idiot on the wrong end of a deal. It hurts the most when you're training the next idiot in line.

Warnings!: Angst, angst, and more angst. Reader will be MAD sad for most of this. Poorly-practiced, unhealthy polyamory. Reader will experience a LOT of gender and body dysphoria over the course of this (though I will do my best to keep it gender-neutral throughout, bear with me), but there WILL be comfort over that.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[shirakow]

❝ 𝓦.HAT HE LOVES . ”

caleb x gn!reader / love and deepspace

warning(s) include: nsfw content, mentions of public sex, and hes a sucker for eye contact basically

note: more thought dumping that will eventually turn into a whole fic instead of an imagine. not entirely sure when though, depends on how long this motivation lasts

The thought of Caleb making love to you missionary, his eyes fixed on the way your face contorts into one of pleasure anytime he bottoms out inside of you.

Eye contact is a must in this relationship. From just talking to each other to intercourse in the bedroom. Don’t look away from him, he’ll get angry and he’ll be forced to grab your cheeks in between the rough pads of his index and thumb—forcefully turning your head to face him.

Not that he’s complaining, that way he can smush your lips open and he can spit in your mouth if you’re being too bratty, letting it roll down your throat while he watches your reaction intently. Often times if you show signs of grimace, he’d laugh in your face and do it again.

If not, then he’d shove his tongue inside your mouth and explore your cavern, licking everywhere his pink muscle can touch until he’s satisfied. Which takes a long time, might I add. He’s practically shoving his tongue down your throat just to get a taste of all of you.

Though you had your reasons for avoiding your gaze: you always tried to defend yourself. Either it’s from embarrassment or just because you want to watch the necklace around his neck dangle while he buries himself deep inside of you.

There was something incredibly endearing with the way it moved, it’s like a brand of yourself on him. Sure there were hickies and love bites tattered on his skin, but they were nothing compared to the silver jewelry tied around his neck.

You could say it was like a collar, in a sense. Even he agrees. Sometimes he’d tease you by making you bite on the charm while he buries his face in the crook of your neck and go faster along your gummy walls.

He loves doing this as a way to make you shut up whenever you guys do it outside of the bedroom. It’s your fault for always looking so damn good, he just had to fuck you in the fitting room!

With the charm in between your teeth, paired with intense eye contact… Oh, he just lives for it.