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[marblerose-rue]

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[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 19

Eyeless Jack x Reader

A Demon's Ache Masterlist

Dedicated to @cookiereblogss --- tysm for all the support you've provided, this series wouldn't be here without you <333

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

Just like always, parting from you is difficult

He’s helped you clean up after everything’s been said and done, but even then, he just can’t bring himself to leave

He doesn’t want to abandon the warmth of your body, doesn’t want to abandon the indulgence of your scent surrounding him

And he can almost trick himself into believing it’s mutual

Your gaze lingers on him for a split second longer than usual, and your lips part, almost as if you want to say something

Jack’s never really been a religious man, but he’d pray to every god under the sun if it meant you’d stay with him

Tell me to stay, tell me you want me as badly as I want you

But then you press your lips back together, like you’ve reconsidered your words, and part of his black heart shrivels up and dies just a little bit more

“I should get back to my room,” you say, and when you bite your lip as you say it, all he can think about is kissing you until you’re both dizzy all over again

He swallows thickly, nodding

He wants to say something, but he can’t think of the right words

Tension mounts, filling the sparse distance between you

He can’t bring himself to move

And, from the very first moment he met you, he’s almost always felt like there was something pulling him towards you

But right now, that feeling’s amplified tenfold, and God, the mere thought of parting from you is nauseating

More

All he can think about is how badly he wants more of you

He’s so fucking hopeless

He’s about to lean in to kiss you again, acting purely on some base impulse within him

But then, you blink, as if snapping yourself out of some trance

And you mumble out an excuse, turn away, and leave him behind again

He has to fight every ounce of his being screaming at him to follow you

A few minutes later, he’s lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying his hardest not to think about going to your room

It’s pointless, he knows it is

With one final breath, he sighs, summons the willpower to get up, and tries to find a way to make himself useful

He avoids the hallway that leads to your room, instead opting to take the longer route to the library

Doing research is going to help keep his mind off things, he thinks

Well, it’s either going to distract him, or make things even worse by reminding him of what he did to you

But, at this point, he’s willing to try almost anything to stop overthinking

The warm smell of old books greets him as he enters the familiar room

Rows and rows of imposingly large bookshelves press up against the walls, each of them holding hundreds of colourful books—novels, encyclopedias, bibliographies, scientific studies—whatever topic you could possibly want to read about is kept in this very room

Despite being what could almost be considered the “heart” of the mansion, however, it’s almost always empty

And today is no exception

Jack takes in a deep breath, enjoying the honeyed scent of aged paper and the intimacy of the large empty space

He takes a second to orient himself amongst the rows of information, and then it doesn’t take long for him to find the section on all things demonic anatomy

As soon as he gets settled into his research, he doesn’t notice the time going by

And every time his thoughts drift back to you, he forces his attention back to the task at hand

All he allows himself to focus on are the paragraphs upon paragraphs explaining the compositions of demons

Mating rituals, sexual reproduction, anatomical differences, cultural and generational distinguishers—

He knew the demonic world was complex, but he never realized just how complex it really is

He ends up with a pile of heavy books stacked up next to him at a secluded table

Finding specifics is more difficult than he realized it’d be, especially because he doesn’t exactly know where he fits into things

Does he classify as possessed? A cross-breed? Some kind of undead?

He knows the very basics of what the cult was trying to summon when they created him, but clearly, they didn’t know the ritual properly, or it wasn’t a functional ritual, because he’s damn sure they weren’t planning on ending up with whatever he is now

He’s a fucking walking abomination because of those incompetent assholes

After what feels like arduous hours of research, he only finds anything useful in a mere two of the books he’d initially pulled out

And with his limited information on the specifics of his “breed,” he only manages to gather a couple of points that might be relevant

One; mating marks are much less common between a human and a demon, so both the available information and known effects are even more limited to begin with

Two; the intensity of a mark’s effect generally reach their peak anytime within the first to fourteenth day, and it gradually stabilizes after anywhere between three months to a whole year

Three; the intensity of the effects further depend on the type and strength of the demon, which, while useful to know, is ultimately a null point because, again, Jack’s a fucking abomination of a monster

Four; there are no known ways to reverse the effects of a mark

Reading that fourth point leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he tries not to dwell on its implications too much

Finally, the fifth point; because shared marks between humans and demons aren’t common, depending on the type and strength of the demon, there’s a high likelihood of the human not surviving the initial peak of the effects—which, again, makes cataloguing the anomaly all the more difficult

That last point is all he can take before snapping the book shut

Fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

He stands, his thoughts racing a mile a minute

He’s about to rush back to you to make sure you’re ok, but as soon as he takes that first step, he stops dead in his tracks

Wait

What’s he supposed to say—he fucked up and bound you to an eternal arrangement, without your consent, and now there’s a chance it’ll fucking kill you?

The implications of it all crash into him like a tidal wave, and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in a million and one thoughts—each one worse than the last

How badly did he fuck up?

He doesn’t realize how hard his heart’s pounding or how quickly he’s breathing until the room starts to feel like it’s shrinking around him, and he’s not sure if he’s about to puke or pass out

Keep it together, keep it together for her sake

He swallows thickly

Deep breath in, deep breath out

After years of managing his instincts, he, at the very least, has gotten decent at controlling himself when his emotions spiral

Deep breath in, count backwards from ten, deep breath out

It’s ok, he’ll figure something out, he tells himself, and he doesn’t know if he’s blatantly lying to himself, but it doesn’t matter right now, anyways

Right now, he needs to think clearly

He needs a plan

He doesn’t know how much longer he stays at the library, either pacing back and forth, wrestling his frantic thoughts, or standing deathly still with his sight zeroed-in on the books splayed out on the table

It’s like he just can’t think of anything useful—his mind’s a fucking mess

He’s too tense, too high-strung to think properly

He needs to calm down if he wants to get anywhere productive, he realizes

He pauses one last time to weigh his options

And then he blows out a frustrated breath of air, picks up the useful books, and heads out of the library

Straight to his room, he dumps the books on his desk, leaving them open to re-read later, then heads out of the mansion

He tries not to think about you, but it’s just about impossible to stay distracted for more than a few minutes at a time

He registers that it’s dark and cloudy outside when he steps out, but he’s otherwise too absorbed in his own thoughts to focus on his surroundings any more than that

Hunger

If there’s any feeling strong enough to compete with the thought of you, it’s his hunger

He lets it take over, lets himself surrender to his baser instincts, and the rest of the night is basically a blur

You still resurface in and out of his mind, but whenever he sinks his teeth into that squirming human flesh, the sweet burst of blood filling his mouth snaps him out of it all over again

He’s not proud of what he does, but in the heat of the moment, he’s too indulgent to care

He’ll regret it in the morning

He always does

Surely enough, by the time the sun is creeping along the horizon, he’s satiated, yet nauseous with guilt

He returns to the mansion, makes his way to his room, and almost immediately collapses into bed

He’s filthy, covered in dried bits of blood and gore, but that’s a problem for future Jack

Having spent most of his energy, he expects to pass out as soon as his head hits the pillow, but sleep doesn’t come so easily

Instead, he simply lays there in the dark, waiting

And, waiting one minute turns into fifteen, then fifteen minutes turn into half an hour, and before he knows it, the hours are slowly but surely trickling by and he just can’t seem to fall asleep

A dull ache of exhaustion settles in his now-sore muscles

He huffs, rolling over, trying not to let the thought of you permeate his mind yet again

But he just can’t help it

How could he live with himself if something happened to you—how could he live knowing he’s the one who killed you?

He can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen; he needs to confront you and figure things out

But first, he really needs a shower

He gets up, grabs a towel and a change of clothes, and makes it to the nearest bathroom

He throws his shirt off over his head, yanks his filthy pants down, then steps into the shower and lets the warm water wash away his sins

He stands there, motionless, for a few minutes as the water running off his body turns from black, to red, then almost pink as the mess of gore is rinsed off

He grabs the soap, runs it over his ashen skin, and tries to think of a way to broach the subject

He’ll have to be open, honest and genuine; no bullshit, no hesitation, no leaving any information out

And if you hate him for it, then that’s that

It’s not like he wouldn’t deserve it, anyways

Even if you come to loathe every fibre of his being, he needs to stay level-headed enough to handle it

He needs to find some kind of solution with you; he’ll do anything to fix his mistake

The more he thinks it through, the more he’s able to rationalize things

He still feels like total and absolute shit for what he’s done, but at least now, he feels somewhat more in control of himself—at the very least

He finishes rinsing off the remaining soap, steps out, wraps a towel around himself, and returns to his room to get dressed

One last look at the demonology books splayed open on his desk is all it takes for him to finally straighten himself up and head out his room to find you

He doesn’t know what time it is, and he’s too lost in thought to remember to check, but he knows you’re not in your room anyways

Like a strange sixth sense, he feels a tug pulling him towards the kitchen, almost as if there was an invisible string guiding him right towards you

And, surely enough, there you are, sitting at the table with a warm mug of coffee between your hands

On instinct, he takes in a deep breath—and that’s when he smells it

He freezes, stopping dead in his tracks

Feeling someone in front of you, you look up from the coffee between your hands, and your eyes lock with his

Every muscle in Jack’s body tenses

There’s no way, there’s no fucking way

He takes another deep breath—just to check, just to see if somehow got the wrong impression

But there’s no denying it, no masking the scent

Hoodie and Masky—their odour is all over you

He almost doesn’t know what to think

Those fuckers

Those fuckers slept with his mate

“Jack—“

You say his name, but he doesn’t even hear it over the blistering rage pumping through his system

Something within him snaps

The demon takes over again

And all he can suddenly think about is one thing

Kill

[thekissofaphrodite]

Could you please do Clarisse La Rue X female reader, where the reader is a daughter of Hephaestus and they offer to try and fix, and possibly improve, her broken spear?

THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33

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Clarisse La Rue X Daughter of Hephaestus!reader

Summary: Fixing a damaged spear and a molten heart.

Warnings: Lovesick Clarisse (+kissing) Language 🫢

Author's Note: I wrote this while there's a literal program going on in my school, I'm shameless 😶

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There was an eerie and an uncomfortable silence in the Ares Cabin. Apparently, Capture the flag this day didn't go well. Hence, Clarisse La Rue terrorized her siblings, snapping at them and most probably WILL strangling them to death. But one of her siblings finally opened their mouth and said something worth hearing; "I heard The Hephaestus Cabin can take damages like that, You'll have to pay five extra drachmas though"

Despite the disagreement and feud between those two cabins because of their fathers, Clarisse never got her wallet out so fast and ran towards Cabin 9, clutching the remains of her broken spear in hand.

The Workshop-like cabin was in the distance, There was a small queue of campers, waiting for their armours and weapons that they commissioned and repaired.

Clarisse, Being the arrogant, Daughter of the high tempered war God, pushed those campers away, earning groans and nasty side-eyes.

The first person clarisse saw was you, Forging a bronze shield with a hot iron. Your hair held by a huge claw clip in a bun, A brown leather apron was tied on your waist and neck, There was a bead of sweat that rolled down your from forehead to your cheeks, using the back of your hands, you wiped your cheeks, a smudge of charcoal appeared on your cheeks, But you kept going, Unaware.

Clarisse stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to look up and notice her, but you seemed pre-occupied, Just as she was about to clear her throat, Your halfbrother crossed his arms in the table next to you, glaring at Clarisse.

"Oi, La Rue! Gonna stand there like a damn statue? My sister ain't got all day" Your brother addressing Clarisse with his heavy southern accent caught your attention, You looked up at her before dismissing your brother away.

"I got it, Devon. Besides, I'm almost done here, I can take her in"

Your brother's eyebrows furrowed.

"Look, Sis, you've been forging all day since 6 AM, Your wrists are gonna fall off any second"

You laughed.

"I'm pretty sure dad's not gonna let that happen, And...I think I can see Mila peeking over there"

The mention of your brother's girlfriend made him blush madly, Near the entrance, a pale girl with freckles and light brown hair wearing a jumper over her orange camp halfblood shirt was waving at your brother excitedly while holding a small punett basket full of strawberries.

He then rubbed the back of his neck before excusing himself, bringing his girlfriend into his arms.

It was now only you and clarisse inside the workshop , there was a moment of silence before clarisse broke it by placing her damaged spear on your table that made a loud clattering noise.

"Are you able to fix this?" Her voice cracked a little, you felt pity as you examined her spear. Clarisse looked up at you, there was a glint of hope in her eyes.

"It looks repairable, But the electricity.. I'm not sure, It's not going to be that electric, How did this happen anyway?"

Clarissed frowned.

"Jackson"

You stared at her in disbelief.

"That twelve yearold boy did this?"

"Yes— Why does that matter? He's a brat, if I could just snap his neck into two—"

"Hey," you whispered.

"He's just a kid, Let him be. I'm sure I'll get this done in no time." Comfort and reassurance lacing your voice, as you held her hand gently.

You could've sworn you saw Clarisse La Rue blush at the contact.

"So...Are you free?" Clarisse said all of a sudden, It was probably the most cheesiest way of saying 'Will you go out with me' But you won't complain, It's Clarisse.

There was a hint of playfulness in your voice as you responded "Are you asking me out?" Arms folded on your chest as you stared at her in amusement. The Ares girl blushed once more and rubbed the back of her neck, It was almost an unbelievable sight that THE Clarisse La Rue was blushing and acting flustered in front of someone, she mostly acts brute and mean, like totally mean to the point that if she was spotted in a crowd, people would part way.

"Isn't it obvious?"

You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"I'd love to"

Clarisse La Rue was screaming on the inside, but still, she kept a neutral expression, her eyes darting for her spear to yours.

"Great! I- uh... I'll come back tomorrow"

"For me or the spear?"

"Both"

——

The Ares cabin was peace and quiet in the morning, with Clarisse's siblings snoring away, the sun rising from the horizon signalling Apollo's coming, and birds singing softly.

Clarisse never thought she'd be like this, up early in the morning just to get a glimpse of a girl. Her whole life, she devoted herself to making her father proud, training every single day until her limbs went numb, fingers calloused and body sore, yearning for a single praise from her father. But it did. It worked, He gifted her a spear, an electric spear that she deeply treasured, the same spear that broken by that pathetic newbie.

You were her only hope.

So she sneaked out quietly, Carefully trying not to wake her sleep deprived siblings.

each footstep she took towards your cabin made her extremely nervous, but she kept her composure and held her head high like a true daughter of Ares.

Once she reached the entrance, her hands found the door knob and carefully twisted it, Letting it open, She saw you again, But this time you were sleeping peacefully on your work table, dust covered your face while her spear was placed in front of you, good as new with a red ribbon tied to the handle.

You must've pulled up a whole nighter.

She was caught off guard when you slowly started to steer from your sleep, moving uncomfortably.

Clarisse didn't know what to do, so she watched you carefully while you tried to process the world, still dowsy. You saw Clarisse and almost screamed.

"HOLY SHIT— CLARISSE?!" You yell a little too loud because you heard a loud yet distant 'SHUT UP!' coming from your siblings' room.

She just stood there, grinning shyly.

"I'm too early, am I?"

Your eyes found the clock up in the wall that read; 4:36.

"Way too early..."

You looked at Clarisse, then the spear on your table, Sighing.

"..and this was meant to be a surprise"

Clarisse chuckled.

"The spear is the least of my problems, I came here to see you"

Silence

"Me?"

"Yes, you...Do you wanna watch the sunrise?" Clarisse asked, carefully watching your expression, her cheeks flushed with red.

Sunrise?

You love sunrises..

"You didn't have to say it twice." Quickly grabbing your scarf, you held Clarisse's hand towards the fields.

The walk was long and quiet, with only you and Clarisse's breathing, and your boots crunching on the moist grass beneath it.

Once you two reached the small hill, you sat down and leaned back, Clarisse did the same. The sun was slowly rising, signalling Apollo and Aurora's arrival.

"Sorry for the unannounced intrusion earlier, I—"

"You couldn't wait to see me?" You chuckled softly.

Clarisse blushed again.

"Yes, That.." She couldn't admit that it was a little embarrassing admitting that she missed you.

But she missed more than you.

She missed your smile, She missed the way your vanilla perfume mixed with the copper and iron inside you and your siblings' forge, creating an irresistibly intoxicating smell. She missed the way your brows knit together while you focus intensely on hammering out a sword into shape, she missed the way your baby hairs stick on your sweaty forehead, she missed the way your apron wrapped perfectly around your body, bringing out your figure.

She missed everything about you.

You two were engulfed in a comfortable silence, with birds chirping and the trees swaying softly. she turned to you, but before she could speak, she noticed the smudge of charcoal on your cheeks from yesterday, it was a little faded, but still pretty visible.

so acting in her instinct, she moved closer to you and brought her hands on your cheeks, you were a bit startled, watching her wipe your cheeks softly as if tho you were the most delicate porcelain doll.

"Clarisse— What are you—" when she pulled her hand away, you saw a dark smear on her fingers, realization suddenly hit you, you embarrassingly looked away and tried to wipe the mess itself, but Clarisse's hands pushed yours away.

Her palm was now cupping your cheeks, and your gaze fix upon her.

Your heartbeat started beating faster, so did hers.

Clarisse didn't know what made her feel this way towards you, maybe Eros was spying on her and shot her an arrow, maybe Aphrodite was playing games because this was an alluring feeling that she had never felt before towards any person, Yeah, maybe she had a relationship with Silena Beauregard, but it was out of loneliness, Silena needed someone before she even met Beckendorf, and Clarisse needed someone before she met you.

You were the one that brought light to her day, the one that encouraged her to wake up every morning every time she felt little to no enthusiasm.

and now here you are, inches away from her lips while the sun rises.

It wasn't long before her lips touched yours, a burning and a twisting feeling inside your stomach along with butterflies erupted in you. She pulled you closer by wrapping her muscular arm around you waist. Her lips moved in sync against yours, your calloused fingers found her hair as you ran your fingers through it.

And it was pretty much the best sunrise kiss ever.

A/N

HELLO! I'm back with my first request from my inbox! I do hope you guys like this, i know it's been a month since i disappeared but fear no more— I will empty my inbox first before re-opening my requests! SO...STAY TUNED! ANY REQUEST I MIGHT POST MIGHT BE YOURS!

[inn-oceanid]

hellooo!! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* is it okay if i request 5WIRL (seperate) x fem reader headcanons where they get a glimpse up her skirt while she's fighting enemies with them? if you take this request, tysm!! <3333

A teensy bit of glimpse

Ft. 5WIRL.

Contains; NSFW read at your own risk. Suggestive. Not proofread. Unestablished relationship.

In the middle of fighting monsters that bothered your trials with him, you decided to fight them off rather than running away. With your swift movements, and with the wind blowing, it cause your skirt to fly up without you noticing it yourself. What do they do?

AETHER

Who gets a little caught off guard, and stops fighting for a while because of what he saw. Your underwear. This caused him to get hit by an hillichurl, but luckily it didn't took much damage, and that you were there to fend it off for him.

"Are you hurt?" You asked with a fully concerned face, His red face made you very worried. He replies that it was just a small damage, and there's no need for you to worry that much.

But what was really damaged in him was his brain. A sight to be hold? More like a sight to be held or touched. He suddenly has a growing urge to grab your ass or thighs, but controlled himself not to. Keep it for tonight, he told himself.

Kept on giving small glances at your skirt, hoping he'd get another chance to see what he saw earlier. "Let's go home." He says, but you will never know what's happening inside his mind. Like fucking you in your skirt when you go back.

HEIZOU

This man is a pervert.

But of course, when it's just the two of you. He'll finish throwing punches at the samurais first before letting his lewdness kick in. What do you say, safety first.

Who would've thought he'll be blessed this way? By you? He'll thank the archons for real.

"I might've caught a small glimpse of heaven." He smirks at you when you finally finish clearing up your side of enemies and that smirk he had confused you.

He kept on giving hints but you still wouldn't get what he was trying to point out, so he gave up and kept it to himself as his little secret for today.

"you never fail to seduce me with what you're wearing." He holds your shoulders while bitting his lower lip. Ask him about what he means, he'll gesture downwards using his eyeballs.

"let's go back, the fun awaits. Let's continue our investigation tomorrow. If you're able to walk, that is." He'd love to see how you open your legs wide open for him while your in that skirt of yours.

KAZUHA

Kazuha will be humble still.

"Dove, why don't you wear shorts under your skirt from now on?" He'll tell in a way he is certain you'll catch up quickly. And you did, which made you feel embarrassed to face him, he chuckled at you for that.

"Now, now. No need to be all shy. It's just me. Actually, it made me hope for this day to end faster. Why don't we finish your commissions quickly, so that we can head home now?"

On your way to your next commission, you noticed that he got slightly touchy, and kept a hand in your hip.

Maybe he'll fuck while you're still in your panties. He might get too excited to even bother slipping them away from your legs. He's quiet, you'll never know what he might do.

VENTI

The sight if it made him all giggling to himself for real. It made you doubt if he was in a good state, or secretly drunk.

"Brace yourself." "Let's play!" He forgot to say those lines, because of what he saw. He only had this smug smirk plastered on his face while the two fought monsters.

"Venti-, are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird." The fact that you didn't notice that your skirt was lifted up by the wind got him giggling more, and made you more concerned.

"I'm just having fun today. Are we going back now? I kind of have something important to do, with you."

"With me?" You asked. "With you." He repeated.

On your way back, he kept on blowing wind on your skirt, low-key teasing himself. To be honest, he can fuck you right now behind a tree somewhere. He just needs to see how your panties fall lose on your thighs as he pounds on you.

(idk if venti can control the wind but it gave me an idea because yk, he's the anemo archon. Bare with me. 🧑‍🦯)

XIAO

When he did that plunge thing (when he uses his burst yk?) to kill the hillichurls, the strong impact of his plunging on the ground made your skirt float. Before he could stand properly, he caught a glimpse of your panties and ass.

The pain of his karmic debt went gone, or rather felt numb because of your sight. (+ Points to you ig.)

Now he wants to grab the flesh if your soft ass until you groan out his name.

Carries you bridal style so that he can feel your skin on his forearm, on your way back to Wangshu Inn.

"We'll go back to the Inn, where else?" His reply to you when you ask him where you're heading. He said, he'll do your commissions later when you two finish. Finish what? He won't tell you.

Just get ready to get railed by him, at the rooftop at night. He won't leave any clothes on your lower body.

[willowser]

one thousand lonely stars, hiding in the cold—

android!shouto x reader

wc: 2k+

tags: angst, cyberpunk dystopian setting, financial vulnerability, explicit language, minor mention of sex work + sex workers, reader has strong/conflicting feelings about their situation, and — as always — the question of true humanity.

notes: what a great opportunity this was for me to continue exploring this idea !! tysm to @shoto-brainrot for not only giving me the chance, but also for being such a support and helping me to figure out all this commission jazz !! i so appreciate you, and i hope you enjoy it ! 🩷

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You’ve yet to find out what caused the damage to Shouto’s faceplate.

By the time you discovered him outside the credit exchange, he had been busted open and left for—whatever the equivalent of dead is for an android. A gaping hole in the left side of his disturbingly human face exposed his inner circuitry to the rain and you think that should have finished him off, truly, but—he's still kicking. 

Technology in the lower district is distinct. The most careful hands could have crafted him down in the best underground salvage yard and he still wouldn't have lasted half an hour with his face submerged in a shallow mud puddle like that. Wiring would have been shot, fuses blown.

Even if the Todoroki Corporation symbol on his wrist wasn't glowing, a blinking light in time with his would-be heart, you'd know what he is. You'd know he didn't belong down here, beneath the smog, in the industrial bones of your dying city.

And yet—

The left side of Shouto's face took the brunt of whatever blow he'd been dealt, and the scarring—if it's even called that?—has extended down over his cheekbone and backward, so violently that his ear had only barely been hanging on. Without the bandage you've wrapped him up in, he's quite a sight: half a tangled mess of wires and pins, a dull cyan light glowing in his orbital socket. With the wrapping, however, he’s almost exactly as he was meant to be: seamless.

The fate of his detached ear had been unknown. Until this morning.

It still works, much to your surprise, learning so only after wondering aloud the whereabouts of your data docket and hearing Shouto answer from across the apartment. Whoever put him together, you realize, took great care to make him durable, adamantine; the carbon nanotubes and polymer arrays that make up his cochlea were hardly affected by the assault.

Someone—or something—meant to harm him, and you know that for certain, now. Such wreckage couldn’t have happened naturally, not to a Skin-Puppet like him.

(When you look at him, you can’t help but consider his creator. How far he is from them and why. If the hands that made him and the hands that ruined him are the same, if he meant to leave or if he was cast out. You haven’t asked, but it’s odd that a machine could keep such information to himself—itself.)

(Given the brutality behind his mutilation, perhaps it’s best you don’t know the answers.)

Working tech from the richer district—KōkyōLuxuria, above the smog, built high into the clouds—could not only earn you enough to eat this week, but also to pay off all your debts to the League. Maybe even finance a decent apartment a few stories up.

And that’s why you’re here: racing through the slums in the rain, doing your damndest to make this sale before time runs out and you’re forced to find another buyer. Coming across a Hack with 1,640,254 credits in their docket is rare; who knows when you’ll find someone from the Trade in Musutafu sector again? You’re likely to sooner perish—either from your empty stomach or that broker that demanded payment two days ago.

Shouto, however, doesn’t see the urgency.

“Hello, handsome! Awful cold out tonight…care to warm me up?”

“Oh, hello.”

At the even, all-too-friendly lilt in his voice, you halt your sprint again, and spin around with a hiss. “Shouto!” You snap—but it comes too late; the Entertainers have struck like lightning, already scrambling his code. 

Out of habit, you’d pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head before leaving the apartment, and now the material separates his image from view—though you can easily imagine the pleasant expression showing on his face, illuminated in pink under the NanotechNymph advertisement.

At his easily captured interest, two women strut from the open doors of the low-lit den, all allure and swaying hips, mirage flickering beneath the heavy rain. They only meet him halfway—too far from the emanator deep within the club—and you dash forward to stop him from wordlessly accepting their offer. You can’t afford to owe anyone any more than you already do.

“Shouto,” you say again, mouth twisting when he looks at you simply. Despite the hood, his bandage grows dark from the rain and—despite his framework, worry fluxes in your stomach at the thought of him getting too wet. “We have to go.”

“Aww,” an Entertainer says to you, girlish pout pulling down her full lips. “You don’t want to come inside and play with us?”

“No,” you try not to look at them any longer, just in case that racks up a charge, too. Rock solid as he is, Shouto allows himself to be steered away, much to your relief. “Buzz off, holo-ham.”

“I’d like to play.” Shouto pipes up, peeking behind his shoulder when the girls squeal in excitement. “Can we come back once we’ve finished?”

“Not for that kind of play.” You put a hand on the back of his head and swivel it, all while shoving him down the sidewalk. You almost remark on how man-like he’s acting, before chasing the thought away.

“What other types of play are there?”

“Just—hush.” 

And he does, finally, when you loop your arm through his: a presumably innocent gesture that draws his attention fully back to you, as physical touch seems to do, with him. Beneath the material of the jacket, he feels natural, all muscle and bone, even leaning into you as if the weather has made him cold. You can feel him tracing your face with his one-eyed gaze—scanning you—and you pretend not to notice.

“Your heart rate has gone up. Have I made you angry?”

“Yes,” you tell him, though he hasn’t, really. “You and your curiosity are gonna make me late, and then we’ll be in some serious shit.”

He looks away then, down to the soaked pavement, a mimicry of disappointment. From the corner of your eye, you can see his manufactured Adam’s apple bob, and the muscle beneath your hand shifts.

“They seemed nice, the holograms.” He says, and you can’t help the soft snort such a comment merits. 

“Yeah, they’re nice, alright, until you can’t pay them.”

Shouto looks at you once again, stride threatening to falter until you tug him along. “Do you know them?”

You already know where he’s going with his question, and the corner of his lips quirk up when you cast him a filthy look. “Well, no, but—”

“Then how do you know—”

“I just do, alright?” You frown at him and he accepts it in full, studying once more. Whatever he finds in your expression amuses enough that he’s placated for the moment, though you know it won’t be long before he’s piping up again.

He does it often—studies you: body language, physiological changes, speech patterns, vocal cues. Human behavior he catalogs and streams to someone back at the Corporation headquarters, finding the miniscule details he can use against you, some day. Whatever the reason behind his damage, he is still a product of his evil overlords, made for reasons you can only imagine. 

This is what you tell yourself. 

As his fingers shift until their smooth pads are brushing the delicate veins in your wrists, as he tightens his arm around yours when another stranger on the streets knocks your shoulder, as he leans into the warmth of your humanness: this is what you tell yourself.

You’re overcome with a sense of loss and you don’t know why, and you clear the strange lump hardening in your throat. “Life lesson number six, Todoroki,” you murmur it closely to him, nearly into the fabric at his shoulder, though he doesn’t react to the name. “Everybody wants something from someone, holo-hams included.”

Shouto seems to process your words, for a moment, and his face is expressionless when you steal a peek up at him. Technicolor rains down on your both, swathing him in a wild array as advertisements dance on the buildings that tower above you, and again you think of his creator. The careful hands that crafted his smooth cheeks, the sharp line of his nose, the leanness of his body. You wonder if he’s ever been deemed precious.

Nearly all of the residents relegated to the lower districts owe the Todoroki Corporation in some way. Be it through credit loans or applied interest rates on subsidized housing or hidden costs and high premiums on mandatory, shit insurance—Enji Todoroki sits in the lap of KōkyōLuxuria, has probably never even stepped down from his pedestal. 

There’s no good reason a product of his could have found its way to you: this is what you tell yourself.

“And you want my ear.” Shouto says, looking back down at you as your shoulders tense. There isn’t a byte of hostility in his voice, but he must understand the sharpness to what he’s saying.

“Yes,” you admit with a nod, and some underlying, rogue streak of guilt has you pressing into him, as if your proximity could make up for your selfishness. “The sensors in your ear are gonna pay for our dinner tonight, handsome.”

His stride falters once more, and despite the time clock ticking in the back of your mind—you let him stop you. Maybe you want him to. Nothing ever goes unnoticed by him and you know that and maybe it’s cruel of you to say such a thing, to offer a comfort you can’t admit to, but Shouto looks down at you in all his ruination and—

Before he can say anything, a fat drop of water hits the tip of his perfectly manufactured nose. It makes him flinch, delayed, and the surprise he wears and the scrunch of his brow seem so—human, there before you. Shouto tilts his face to the dark, smoggy sky, and again that worry bites you, about too much water trickling into his core.

“We’re going to be late,” you repeat, though it’s much weaker than it was earlier. This is one those moments in which he overrides all your defenses, uploads something warm and hopeful and frightening into your chest cavity; you can’t tell if you want to run because you have to, for the sale—or if it’s a result of watching him now, haloed in neon.

He’s not one to ignore you, but he doesn’t respond, instead retracting his arm from your grip in order to push the hood back off his head. Raindrops soak into his bandage and the excess pools, dripping down over the line of his jaw and the column of his throat. So close to him, you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin.

(You wonder if he’s ever been deemed precious. You wonder if he meant to leave, or if he was cast out. You wonder if he was created for continued corruption—or if someone out there wanted him to experience life, no matter how rusty.)

(You wonder if he feels as human as he looks. If he can blush, or if the soft skin below his ear can bruise.)

A small sound bubbles out of him, like a light laugh of disbelief. 

You found him face down in the rain; you’re not sure why it could cause such a reaction now, but he turns to eye the commercial playing behind him, before watching the path of a man walking by the two of you. Rain collects in his perfect cupid’s bow until he licks it away, and his hair slicks to the side when he pushes it out of his face. 

Shouto turns his attention back to you rather plainly, though the edges of his smile pull up a little higher than they usually do, enough that the apples of his cheeks round. He asks you, “What’s going to be for our dinner?” and the question is oddly worded, but each one is intentional. 

Maybe it’s not the rain that amuses him—and maybe it is. Maybe it really is that simple, that innocent. Maybe it’s the microtremors in your voice and your increased heart rate, all the little details that could never go unnoticed. 

There isn’t a way that this could end well: this is what you tell yourself.

You nod once and turn to face back the way you came, resigned, before looping your arm through his again. You trace the delicate veins on the inside of his wrist, careful not to cover the slow-blinking symbol embedded there, and you decide it doesn’t matter what his creator did or didn’t want. Because he has wants of his own, just like anyone.

“Okay,” you sigh, and when you slosh through the puddles collecting on the sidewalk, Shouto seems happy to follow along, this time. “I can probably sweet talk Toyomitsu into buying us some takoyaki, but you’re gonna have to play it cool.”

“Is this the kind of play you were talking about?”

That lilt has returned to his voice, even and friendly and amused.

“No,” you swat at him to hear his little huff of laughter, “now stop asking about that.”

Of course he doesn’t.

[merriclo]

I want to know your LU headcanons!

ohHO i will absolutely tell you tysm for asking!! i’ve been wanting to talk abt them for ages but just never got around to it ig ahjdkcka

Time’s actually like 32 and is just really committed to the bit of being ancient

Sky is horrific at making new friends. he grew up with the same small group of people, so he never learned how to make friends with complete strangers because there simply wasn’t the need to. so, when he first starts traveling with the chain, he makes little wooden charms for them because he isn’t entirely sure how else to get close with them. Zelda always enjoyed his woodcarvings, so maybe they will too??

as a result, the entire chain has little trinkets made by Sky. on Legend’s bag there’s charms hanging off the straps, and Twilight wears his as necklaces (both because it looks cool as fuck and it helps the shadow crystal stand out less). yes Wind has specifically commissioned him to make something for Aryll

yeah yeah bunny Legend but consider: the mermaid suit (which I like to think is more of a curse bc get fished pink man <3) giving him some marine animal qualities as well. no matter what tho that bitch is an Ariel kinnie, they’re collecting all the shiny shit they can find

Sky is obsessed with doing puzzles the Right and Proper way, meanwhile Wild cheeses absolutely everything he can

Wind believes in all of those classic pirate superstitions

the witches in Legend’s era adore him. Grandma Syrup dotes on him, Maple is like a teasing older sister, and Irene is like a teasing younger sister. this is where he learned most of his magic skills from, and he takes all potentially enchanted or cursed items to them to check out. he’ll never admit it, but Legend finds lots of comfort in all of them, as they’re one of the few people who’ve stayed in his life this long.

Wild’s a pretty good medic!! during his adventure, he very quickly realized how dangerous infection is, so they learned about a lot of home remedies and medicinal herbs, as well as how to tend to a wound from other travelers at stables and inns. he didn’t really get a choice in learning, considering how he probably got stung or bit by painful insects or accidentally brushed up against painful plants a lot during the early days of their adventure, and thus showed up to stables covered in rashes and hives and such, causing every decent person in the area to flock to them and try to help. their Hyrule is very sweet, okay?

they’re not the only one who’s well acquainted with medicinal herbs, though! while I think all of them would have a basic understanding, Time, Hyrule, Warriors, and Wind would know a lot. dw i’m elaborating

Time quite literally grew up in the forest, was raised by a tree, and had actual forest spirits for siblings—he knows his plants. he and Saria would peel willow bark and collect dandelions together

I like to think that Hyrule being half-fae makes him very sensitive to all magic-based auras, including that of plants, so they’re very good at picking out the healing herbs, even if they’re not quite sure what they’re called

listen ok hear me out about Warriors. young Time was appalled that he knew jackshit about nature and forcefully taught him. also, before modern medicine, medicinal plants were used all the fucking time on the battle field. yarrow, an herb that stops bleeding and prevents infection, is called soldiers’ woundwort because of this. i mention this because he was probably concerned about the health and safety of his troops, so he learned what the medics were doing and using.

Wind grew up on a small, tight-knit island, realistically they would’ve had to have learned how to use the things around them to their fullest advantage. that being said, his knowledge is sort of useless outside of his own era, aside from what he was taught in the war. ok i’m done talking about medicinal herbs now i promise sorry it’s a hobby of mine ahhsjdka

Legend’s terrified of dogs. in Link’s Awakening, the dogs are literally balls on chains with huge mouths full of sharp teeth (basically just Chain Chomps). if you want to get angsty with it: it comes from guard dogs being sent after him on his first adventure. he became a lot less scared to more he spent time with BowBow (the ball and chain dog) but, when he woke up, he got the belief that he could only be safe around a dog in his dreams. he’s pretty damn uncomfortable around Wolfie at first, but after lots of time and learning to trust Twilight, he’s able to slowly overcome his fear. sort of. mostly just with Wolfie. he still hates staying at stables in Wild’s Hyrule.

if Wild doesn’t want to explain/source something he’ll just say it came to him via divine intervention. Sky believes it every single time

I was thinking about Legend’s story a while ago and realized it was kind of similar to Joan of Arc’s so take that as you will. idk if this even counts as a headcanon but i’m putting it here

Warriors and Twilight are really close friends because they both understand the struggles of wrangling dirt worshipping nature freaks. anytime Twilight (lovingly) complains about Wild, Wars will counter with whatever asinine feral child antics young Time got up to and suddenly Twi will feel very blessed and lucky

whenever Four sees someone with their hair in a high ponytail he subconsciously thinks they’re very smart and respectable because Dot always wears her hair in a high ponytail

Hyrule is completely fine with not sleeping on a bedroll. they like the dirt, actually. let them sleep in the dirt.

Legend uses apples in his red potions, both to increase their potency and to make them taste better. he also learned how to enchant apples to be healing on their own so sometimes when someone’s hurt he’ll just shove an apple in their face

uhh so ik this is a lot but this isn’t even close to of all my headcanons so yeah there’s that lmao

[serizawaliker]

help me afford rent lol

whats up yall money has been real tight lately and id like to be certain im gonna make my rent this month so! im gonna remind you that i do take commissions! you can check my pinned post or right here for my pricing

its also my birthday this weekend if that incentivizes you at all!

if youd like to donate directly my venmo is @/cometske tysm ❤️

[n3tb0t]

Imagine relationship between Alistor and fem reader who is like Velvet!!!!

AHH TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST!!!

I'm assuming that you mean (reader) likes to make clothes and a super fasntia (idk if I spelled that right), so I hope you enjoy this!!😊 It was hard to choose the start of this mini drabble.😔 sorry if this isn't what you expected, and I'm sorry this took forever. School and me being sick didn't help, but I hope you enjoy!!!!

TW: Fluff:), alastor x fem!reader,

🎀Sow and needles🎀

Most of the residents were in the main lobby, sitting around chatting, doing whatever they were doing.

“Dammit charlie!” Y/n yelled with Keekee in her arms. Charlie raised off the couch looking at her with confusion as to why she yelled her name. “Take your cat please, far away from my room. You're cat ruined the clothes I was working on!” she sighed, setting the cat on the ground. “Sorry y/n won’t happen again!” Charlie yelled as y/n made her way back to her room, which she shared with alastor.

Y/n walks into her shared room, upset and annoyed that the clothes that she had been working on for a while now, were now destroyed with cat scratches everywhere on each piece of clothing. She sat down at her desk, looking at her blueprints of clothing designs. Her hands run over her face with stress. Yes, she was mad about how much hard work and time she put in, but she was more mad at the fact that the formal outfit, that she was planning to surprise alastor with, was also ruined.

The doors of the bedroom opened. Y/n turned around to see who it was. “Why, hello my dear.” Alastor says with a long smile, taking steps into their shared room. “What's with the long face dear?” he asks, tilting his head looking at her. “Charlies fucking cat got into our room, and ruined my clothes I was working on.” Alastor hums. He walks closer to Y/n, standing behind her. He sets both of his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her. Y/n hummed in content. “Thanks Alastor.” she sighed. He looks at her with a kind grin. “Of course, anything for mon amour.”

A comfortable silence fell between them. Y/n phones ding’s from a notification from sinstagram. Alastor groans with annoyance. He doesn't like modern technology, or any type of technology in general. He makes an exception for Y/n since that is how she keeps up with the clothing trends, helps her with her work, and because he loves Y/n. A new clothing trend was a prom-like dress. y/n sighed once again, she was going to have to work on the commissions that people order, and work on more clothes to post with every new trend. Alastor reaches over and grabs her phone. “The fuck? Give me back my phone Al!” she twisted her body to look at him, trying to grab back her phone. Alastor puts his hand on her face to push her away. “Ah, ah, ah~ you need a break from this wretched thing!” Y/n groans with annoyance. “Al dammit! I need to look at what's-'' Alastor puts a finger on her lips “nope! You need a break!” Y/n huffs with annoyance, turning her back at him, slouching on her chair.

Alastor walks off who knows where with her phone, leaving her to think on what to do, without reference. Y/n sigh as she grabs a paper and a mechanical pencil. After a while, a couple of papers with dress designs scattered all over her desk. Her head began to pound, she couldn’t decide what dress to make, what fabric to use, what color would look the best, everything was too much right now.

Alastor walks back with a tea cup filled with some green tea with honey. “Here mon amour, you need to stay hydrated if you're putting this much pressure on yourself.” He commented, she rolled her eyes at the comment he made. “Thank you all but can I have my phone back? I need to-” “nope.” Alastor blurted, interrupting her. Y/n made an over exaggeration groan. The tall lanky man chuckled at her dramaticness. “You’ll survive my dear.” he remarked. Y/n looks at him with an pissed off face. “Okay if you give back my phone, give me your cane.” she says, with her arms crossed, making it sound like a demand. “Nope” she quickly went and tried to grab his cane. He quickly moves to the side, letting her fall to the ground with a groan. She got off the floor with an mentally tired face, Alastor seems to notice this. “Al, hon, let me have my phone please so then I can finish up my work. The more we do this, the longer I work.” Alastor sighs, spawning y/n’s phone. “You should know that your phone is putting more stress on you every time you turn it on, dear.” He comments, as she grabs her phone from him. “I know. Once I'm done with my work I hangout with you as long as we can, okay?” Y/n replies looking at Alastor with a reassuring smile. Alastor bends down a bit to kiss her forehead “okay my dear. But please remember to eat and drink!” he says, walking out of the shared bedroom.

“Al!” Y/n yells, and almost immediately he appears. “Yes my dear?” he asks, tilting his head to the side with a sly smile. “Remember how one of those lone sharks that mizzy led to the hotel, and one of the sharks ripped one of your suits?” she questions with a big smile. Alastor nods his head in response. “Yes, I do remember.” Near y/n, there was a manikin that was covered in a white sheet. She pulls it off to reveal a nice red suit with a black vest over top with red stripes on it, with similar pants that he owns. “What do you think-” Alastor cuts her off by placing a gentle kiss on her lips. It was short, but it meant alot from someone who barely did any physical touching. “It's wonderful, mon amour!” He exclaims with a big genuine smile. “Thank you my dear.” Y/n was still in a somewhat shock from the kiss. “You're welcome hon, now go try it on!”

SCRAP HCS

When you first came to the hotel, he did in fact hate you. (it was your attitude and because you caring that screen of threats with you)

After a while he had grown used to your remarks and attitude. You both had a somewhat okay friendship.

At one point the hotel needed more sponsorship, and with that a ‘party’ with all the overlords were invited to the hotel to discuss it.

Charlie had asked you, beforehand to give you time, to make clothes for the party. Which you agreed upon since for 1, she's letting you live here for free, and for 2? idk.

You had made previous dress and suits designs. So this would be pretty easy for you, all you gotta do is get their size, and whatever style they want.

You have gotten everyone's size and style they want, well.. You still have to do alastors. You dred on this you may have an okay relationship with him, but you don’t know if you get your soul taken away trying to size him.

Surprisingly, he let you….. I give up

[worriedvision]

arguing with alhaitham and reader goes to leave, goes missing for a bit, and comes back with no memory at all ! (make it hurt tysm)

Oh wow I'm doing another Alhaitham ask lol! Gender neutral reader, angst with no happy ending in the end. Basically really bad communication lands up having consequences. As much as I would like to do a part 2 of this, I feel like this is better just as itself. If anyone else feels like doing a part 2 of this, however, feel free to do so!

--

Another argument, another insult session between the both of you. Your insults were never hitting deep with Alhaitham, you didn't use his weaknesses against him.

However, Alhaitham was particularly mean this time. He insulted the fact you never got a vision, he insulted the fact you got too emotional at times, and he implied that he could aim a lot higher than you. You begin to cry, and Alhaitham lands the final blow before you run out crying.

"You are an embarrassment. Even Kaveh is more logical than you." Alhaitham shrugs, you running out and slamming the door behind you.

--

Deciding you needed some time to process those words, and to slowly get over the statement so you could both have a logical conversation that wasn't laced with insults. When you caught wind of a commission regarding a domain in Liyue, right before you enter Sumeru, you take it. You knew the traveler had so much on their plate, and recently they were enjoying the Mondstadt Festival, and you figured it was the least you could do for all they have done to help so many people.

The domain was very strange. Every turn you made, you heard a male voice telling you to leave while you still could. At the time, you believed this person was in a dangerous situation based on how they were out of breath when screaming out for you to leave. Pushing forward, you eventually come across a short man, clearly almost passed out completely.

"Why are you here, mortal?" He gruffs out. "My karmic debt has caught up to me, it will kill you." He chokes out, spluttering as he looks around. As he goes to grab his weapon, however, you take it instead.

The fight was difficult, but eventually the onslaught of enemies stopped completely. An opening in the domain seemed to be almost ready, but it was clear you needed to investigate another part of the domain. Ignoring Xiao's warnings, you rush in.

'Mortal, you must sacrifice something near and dear to you.'

"Huh?" You ask, looking around to see nothing but void surrounding you. "Who said that?"

'Oh, you poor thing. I can tell you are so...deeply hurt by your lovers harsh, harsh words.' The disembodied voice coos, you hearing a very muffled voice calling out for you. 'Let me take away the suffering.'

"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head, failing to comprehend how you forgetting someone special to you would help this individual.

'Dear, I am here to comfort you'. The voice explains. 'I can help you. I feed off of your negative energy, and this hurt from an argument is perfect.'

"Why did you say I have to sacrifice something near and dear to me?" You ask, hearing Xiao screaming for you to stop responding and wait for him.

'Just hurry up and say yes, and I can make you forget everything bad that lover of yours has said.' The voice tuts, clearly losing patience. You feel your health getting worse by the second, and in a moment of desperation you follow the rules. Saying yes, you feel yourself passing out as Xiao finally gets through the void.

--

"Well, I am the bearer of good news." Doctor Baizhu hums. "You are physically fit."

"What about the effects of the karmic debt?" Xiao asks, crossing his arms. "I need to know the magnitude of these memories being stolen."

"I'm afraid I can't say...It doesn't seem to have affected them, but neither you nor I know what they have agreed to forget." Baizhu hums.

"I should have forced them out when I sensed them. No mortal should be near me in a domain like that." Xiao huffs, looking down at his mask. "This all happened because 'someone' was worried about my lack of presence."

"So I can go home? I kind of need to get my commission sorted out, and I have some house chores I should get around to." You ask, Baizhu nodding.

As he watches your retreating form, he senses Xiao is feeling incredibly guilty for you coming along.

"Don't blame yourself for this. In fact, you got them out of that domain before the karmic debt got to them physically." Baizhu states, Xiao simply teleporting away.

--

"_, my dear." Alhaitham lets out a sigh of relief, thoroughly confusing you. "I have been worried sick about you leaving after the argument. It's been days! I wanted to apologise, tho-"

"...I'm sorry, sir." You start, just looking at him. "But I don't know you."

[murdrdocs]

hellohello! i absolutely ADORE your writing and i would be honored if you would write something for me.

i'm thinking something like this;

the idea is that the whole group is watching a movie together, and reader and ethan are sitting across the room from each other, however, they're texting each other throughout the movie, each message riskier and riskier to the point where ethan has to excuse himself to the restroom. reader follows him and well the rest is history 🤷🏼‍♀️

plzplzplz do not feel pressured to fulfill this anytime soon and please take your time. drink some water and do something productive today !! mwah mwah 💋

tysm for the sweet compliments !! this is only suggestive 16+, no smut :)

there was a running joke in your friend group that something always went down during movie night. the first time, sam accidentally burned popcorn and the whole building had to evacuate. the second, mindy (somehow) spilled soda on the outlet with the TV plugged into it. the third, chad had an underlying, very contagious, stomach bug, and the entire group was out of commission for a solid week and a half.

tonight, there was nothing. the tara-sam-quinn apartment was fairly quiet, save for the boisterous laughter that erupted throughout the living room due to 'white chicks' playing on the (new) TV. the entire night was fairly quiet. there was nothing out of the ordinary happening.

not even your texts to ethan. mostly since those were especially ordinary.

it's not either of your faults that this relationship was going really well so far, even if the others aren't exactly aware of it.

which is why you sit on the loveseat with chad, and ethan sits on the couch with anika and mindy, both of you across the room from the other. you're alternating between looking down at your phone, watching the movie, and watching ethan's reactions to your texts.

the way his eyes would widen just a bit, and he would shift restlessly in his seat, was addicting to you. you couldn't help but continue to text him, letting your messages consistently get riskier and bolder, just so you could see his ears redden.

from the beginning of the movie, to terry crews singing 'a thousand miles', your texts to ethan got to the point where you had to lower your screen brightness and shield your phone from chad. which, not like he was paying attention. he had recently claimed that 'white chicks' was a national treasure that wasn't talked about nearly enough.

you hit send on another message, scrolling up to see how you went from saying 'hey' to ethan at 9:32, to telling him how you were wearing his favorite pair of underwear just a minute ago.

his phone vibrates twice, he picks it up without looking away from the screen, and then he glances down at the phone in his hand. you watch as he visibly gulps, and starts to type a response. you beat him to it.

'really craving your cock rn e :(( my fingers aren't cutting it anymore'

ethan jumps up so fast that mindy cranes her neck to look at him.

"dude, what the fuck?"

"sorry," ethan rushes out, his phone falling onto the sofa where he was previously sat. "just gotta ... take a massive piss."

mindy's turning back to the TV with a murmur of ethan's exclamation being "TMI", and you're watching ethan walk out of the living room and towards the bathroom, throwing a "sure" over his shoulder when chad asks if ethan can bring him another soda on the way back.

you manage to slip out less conspicuously, a prepared excuse on your lips that thankfully wasn't required. as soon as you're slipping into the bathroom behind ethan, he has his hands under your shirt and over your ass, pulling you into him with a rough kiss so that you can feel the bulge stiffened in his jeans.

unfortunately, chad doesn't get something to drink from ethan until the real brittany and tiffany reappear.

[littlestpersimmon]

I made it to my mid March commissions yesterday. Apologies for the long wait, everyone. I'll be working overtime as much as I can. Our house suffered from termites, literally falling apart, we had to search for temporary shelter for a bit. Also, suffered from a family loss (pet), suffering from bad mental health because of all the stuff that has happened recently. The weather in the Philippines rn is reaching 51*c / 123*c fahrenheit, yes this is fr, and having palpitations due to it. Will do everything in my power to meet everyone's commissions, I'm so so sorry again for the wait, and thank you for understanding.... thats it for now. Trying not to be a burdem to my followers. If you are religious like me, please include me in your prayers for HaShem to give me better health. Tysm

[kiatheinsomniac]

ohh, don't be sorry about mixing up the request thing, also, congrats for the 2k!

anyways, if your requests are still open, could i request a scenario with vanitas and noé where reader got an injury (you can choose the reason)? tysm if you can and i love your writing, i hope your account gets known even more! <3

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: AWWWW you're so sweet <33 I'm hoping for more requests about these boys bc I love them so much and I wanna bet more involved in the vnc fandom hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: injury mention, none

｡･:*˚:✧｡vanitas

Vanitas is a doctor so his first reaction is to treat you himself. Who else would he trust with your health after all? He’s quick to assess you and seems to have no issue with undressing you in order to make sure he can check your whole body over for injuries. He’s surprisingly professional in the moment and it’s not until he’s completely treated you that he begins to tease you about your state of undress, perhaps with gentle strokes of his knuckles along your thighs or by cupping your warm cheek with how flustering you find his teasing. He’ll order all the food up to the hotel room that you’d like while you’re recovering. He’ll also steal some (a lot) of bites from your food but he’ll just consider it part of his payment for being your doctor <3

｡･:*˚:✧｡noé archiviste

Noé is a lot more panicky. He’s terrified of losing you as he did Louis and so he’s carrying you to the nearest hospital (or even to Vanitas if it’s quicker to get to him). He won’t leave the room at all while you’re being treated and he’ll be flittering about all panicky like a hummingbird. He’ll always be asking what he can do to help and he’s watching over you with those worried foxglove eyes of his. The moment your treatment is complete, he’s sitting down beside you and cupping your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours in an overwhelming wave of relief. He hasn’t lost you. You’re ok. He’ll ask if there’s anything you want: some food, a drink, a warmer blanket, anything. He’s like a mother hen with you at times but it’s so cute when he gets like that. 

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[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 10

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Commissioned once more by @cookiereblogss!! Tysm luv, it genuinely means the world to me that you keep commissioning these 🥺❤❤❤

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Masterlist: x

“J-Jack—fuck! Please~”

Your whining is music to his ears

He delves his inhumanly long tongue between your folds, and your back arches up, another beautiful sound escaping you as your walls clench around him

He growls into you, his hands pinning your hips down, forcing you still, forcing you to take everything he’s giving you

Moans and curses intermingled with the sound of his name fall from your parted lips

You reach down, tangling a hand into his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as your muscles seize

He feels you tense, feels your thighs quiver on either side of his head, but just as you’re on the cusp of hitting your peak, he pulls back to nip and suck at your inner thighs

“N-no—Jack,” you whine his name as your hips grind up, searching for more stimulation, but he doesn’t grant you the release you need

He knows you’re getting so, so desperate

And oh how he adores what it’s doing to you—everything from the sound of your voice to the look in your eyes, to all the fucking arousal gushing out of you—it’s so fucking hot

Honestly, he’s impressed at the self-control he has

He didn’t know he could resist pounding into you for this long

He didn't realize he could edge you for this much time, listening to you beg so loudly and so shamelessly, without bending you over and fucking every inch of his painfully hard cock into your squelching walls

He wants so badly to feel you all wrapped up around his dick, but he won't allow himself the pleasure

“Jack—“

Your plea has him humming in response as he brings a finger to your entrance

You choke out a sob as he teases up and down your slit a few times, just barely ghosting over your clit, and then he very slowly pushes it between your folds

Something like a gasp and a whimper escapes you, and when he looks up from between your legs, he finds you squeezing your eyes shut with a gorgeous mix of pleasure and torment on your face

He purrs into your heat, curling his finger, feeling more slick soak your entrance with every slow, calculated movement of his digit

"J-Jack, I can't—I-I need to cum~ Fuck, please fuck me, please, I need you to fuck me~"

He almost can't take it

God, you're begging for him to do the one thing he's wanted to do for so fucking long now

But he doesn't give in

Instead, he keeps fucking you on his tongue, keeps pumping his finger in and out of your perfect little cunt until your thighs start shaking again

He adds a second finger, presses his lips around your clit and sucks—hard

The sound you make is nothing short of divine

If he thought he was addicted to you before, there's no way he isn't by this point

You get close to your peak all over again, squirming and whining, your hips gyrating and your muscles seizing as he fucks as much pleasure into you as you can possibly want

He considers backing out at the last second again to drag this out even longer, but your back arches up again and your fingers reach down to scratch at his back—and there's suddenly no way he can resist giving you what you deserve

You're loud and wonderfully filthy when your orgasm finally crashes into you

You tug him forwards, suffocating him between your thighs, and he swears heaven couldn’t compare to this

He feels you clenching impossibly tightly around his fingers, and thinking about how good you’d feel around his cock has him groaning into your arousal

You’re shaking and gasping, cursing and crying out his name as he coaxes every ounce of pleasure through your form

“Fuck—F-fuck, Jack!~”

He almost can’t bring himself to stop again—even when your orgasm completely dies down

But he's gotten better at understanding your limits, and he knows when too much really is too much

He pulls back before you reach that point, and it grants him one of the most beautiful sights he could possibly ask for

You’re flushed, breathing heavily, your chest heaving with that wonderfully familiar dazed look in your eyes

There’s an absolute mess between your thighs; a mix of cum and his saliva with plenty of red marks and love bites scattered about

No matter how many times he's seen you like this, no matter how many times he keeps seeing you like this, he'll never get used to how fucking gorgeous you look

You're an absolute goddess

Jack's on cloud nine

It's like he's constantly on a high, like nothing else matters as long as he gets to see you at night

He's never felt so blissfully carefree in his life before, even before the cult sacrifice and all

He feels euphoric knowing that he's the one you think of, he's the one you go to when you need relief

Not Jeff, not Hoodie, not any of the other creeps at the mansion that would kill to get a chance with you

It's especially satisfying knowing you're no longer going to Jeff

He hasn't smelled that scar-faced fucker on you in a while, so he thinks it's safe to assume you've lost interest in him

He knows he's still being childish about the whole thing; if he really wanted to know what happened between you and Jeff, he could just ask you about it

But he doesn't want to start any drama, and he's honestly too happy to bother with it anyways

It gets to the point where, instead of feeling that burning swell of anger whenever he sees the raven-haired killer, he just feels smug

He doesn't know how Jeff knows what’s happening between you and Jack

But he knows the death glares Jeff shoots him means that he somehow does know—and he's none too pleased about it

Which only makes it all the better

Deep down, he knows feeling invincible like this won't last forever

And he knows that if anything jeopardizes his relationship with you, he's going to be more miserable than he’s been in a long, long time

But he figures there's no point in worrying about that now

He should just enjoy things while they last

And he shouldn’t take things for granted in the meantime

He promises himself he’ll do anything to keep you satisfied, to keep you safe and happy with him

Even if you are just friends with benefits

The whole casual relationship thing isn’t his ideal, but he'll take whatever he can get

He won’t try to push things

Whatever you want, however quickly or slowly you want to take things—he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you

It’s a stormy weekday evening when you text him to meet up in your room

He can hear the rain thudding dully against the mansion walls as he makes his way through the hallway

The shift in weather is nice; he appreciates a break from the otherwise overbearing heat and humidity of the summer

And, combined with the suggestion of tonight's affairs, it's like everything's going his way tonight

He's never felt so lucky in his life before

He reaches your room, knocks on the door, and your voice, as gentle and comforting as always, answers from the other side

"S'open"

He walks in, closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels nervous

Anxiety, seemingly coming out of nowhere, blooms in his chest, and he feels his heart rate picking up

It's only calmed by the sight of your smile, by the feeling of your hand reaching for his as you tug him towards the bed

“Come,” you hum

He lets you lead him forward—he'd follow you to the depths of hell, if that's what you wanted—and when you push him down onto the mattress, he falls back without any resistance

He's your loyal lapdog, a slave to your desires

Your window's partially open, and the sound of the rain battering against the glass is louder in here, but it only makes him feel all the more comfortable in your room, with you by his side, sheltered from the summer storm

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now

You straddle his hips, and his hands find purchase around your thighs like second nature

But there’s something different about tonight, he can feel it

And his theory’s confirmed when you nervously shift on top of him, your teeth toying with your bottom lip like you’re debating something

“What’s wrong?”

He tries to sound calm, but it’s hard to push down the worry settling in the pit of his stomach like a heavy boulder

You hesitate, and his previous worry skyrockets tenfold

"(Y/n)—"

He's about to ask again, urgency betraying his voice, but then your lips are pressing against his mask and his mind is suddenly blank

It, admittedly, stuns him for a moment

It's almost like he's getting kissed for the first time; he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do with himself

His heart’s pounding in his chest

He wants to kiss you back, wants to feel the soft plushness of your lips against his, but his fucking mask is in the way again

There's maybe an inch of space between your lips, and that inch is pure agony

You end up pulling away much too quickly, before he even gets the chance to snap himself out of it and kiss you back

He doesn't know how to tell you he wants more—he wants so much more

He leans up, following you as you pull away from him, and your name slips from his lips in a husky murmur

He's been intimate with you before; he's pressed his mouth between your thighs and felt you cum against his tongue plenty of times by now, but this kind of intimacy is different

There's a bright flash of light outside, followed by the rumble of thunder in the background

But it all feels distant, like everything is only secondary to you

He doesn't know what’s on your mind

All he knows is that he wants to give you anything, everything you want

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, your fingers moving up to scratch through his scalp

He groans, a wave of tingles moving down his spine

Your name hangs off the tip of his tongue, quiet and desperate like a prayer, but he holds it back

It’s only when your fingers reach for the edges of his mask that he finally understands what you want

He feels your hesitance—he hears it in you’re breathing, in the irregular pulse of your heart against your ribcage

He understands what you want now, and he usually wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t allow such vulnerability, but it's you, and he trusts you more than anyone, more than anything

Which is why he doesn't make a move to stop you when you slowly tilt his mask up and off his face

It's not the first time you've seen him without his mask on

But the sight of his uncovered face is most certainly a rare one

He’d partially remove it when he was going down on you, when he was kissing and nipping at your impossibly soft skin, but he's always avoided taking it off completely

Call it insecurity, call it habit—he doesn't know which it is anymore

He doesn't care; it doesn’t really matter either way

All that matters is your reaction to him exposed

He almost expects the worse, just because it’s hard to imagine anything else, but your kindness is utterly disarming

There's a softness in your eyes as you stroke his cheek with feather-light touches

The skin on his face is sensitive; he can’t remember the last time anyone touched it

"You're so beautiful," you whisper

He almost wants to cry

Another crackle of thunder follows a flash of lightning, and a cool breeze from your open window intercepts the otherwise warm heaviness in the room

Your fingertips trace along his jawline, memorizing his bone structure as he clenches his teeth together

You tilt your head, your thumb inching up to roll over his lips, to feel the soft flesh beneath the pad of your finger

His heart’s beating so fast

His body’s tense, his muscles stiff

No one’s ever looked at him like this before, no one’s ever touched him like this before

There’s a lump in his throat as his chest tightens

But even then, even as you stare into the face of a monster, you don’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it

“So pretty,” you murmur

And then you’re leaning down and your lips are touching his

He’s dizzy

After all this time—all this fucking time—he almost can’t believe it’s happening

You’re kissing him

You’re on top of him and you’re kissing him and it's all so surreal

It's almost too good to be true

He doesn’t realize how tense he is until you start rubbing circles over his jaw

And then he finally starts relaxing beneath your touch, all but melting beneath you

He can’t resist you

He’s defenseless against you

Your lips are so soft, and they fit just perfectly against his

He swears you were made for him—there’s no other explanation for it

You’re meant to be his

The kiss is everything he’s ever dreamed it to be and more

And it, again, feels like it could never last long enough when you inevitably pull away

He’s so utterly hooked on you

You’re a drug and he’s a junkie—always doomed to be craving more

He could never get enough of you

You open your eyes, looking down at him, and it truly sinks in how incredibly madly in love he is with you

The feeling’s overwhelming; he almost can’t contain it

And everything about the moment feels so right, so perfect for him to admit his love to you

But right before he's about to confess, you suddenly stiffen, and a look of panic flashes through your eyes

“Jack, I—there’s actually something I wanted to ask you about”

He swallows back his confession, biting his tongue with a nod because he doesn’t trust himself not to blurt it out if he tries to speak

"I-I was just wondering if... if there's a reason you never... you know... want to take things further with me. During sex, I mean"

Oh

His perfect moment crashes down around him

He clears his throat, trying to dispel the haze of love clouding whatever’s left of his rationality

"Take things further? What do you mean?"

His brows furrow in confusion

How is it possible you're on such different wavelengths?

Do you really not feel anything for him?

No, there’s no way, he thinks

The way you looked at him, the way you traced over his features, the way you kissed him

Surely, you have to feel the same way about him… right?

"I just..." you trail off, looking to the side, your gaze landing on the storm just beyond your window

You seem lost in thought for a brief second, but then you return your gaze back to the demon beneath you

"You only ever... you know... focus on me. You never ask for anything in return. And I know there was that thing at the party, but you haven't mentioned it, and you haven't brought anything like that up at all"

You look at him expectantly, though there's a hint of worry in your features

He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding

Is it really all just wishful thinking on his part?

Let it go, he thinks, this is just a casual thing

You just want casual sex, and that's alright, he's ok with that and nothing more

He swallows back his feeble attempt at convincing himself

He has to be satisfied with whatever he can get

"I uh..." he pauses for a moment to think how to explain things without exposing too much

"I just... I'm worried," he finally admits, "I have... these—these instincts. And they can be very, very hard to control”

His fingers tighten around your hips at the mere thought of it

“I guess I just don't want to lose control if we take things further,” he continues, “I don't want to jeopardize your safety"

He has to stop himself from grimacing at that last part

He can't imagine how horrible he’d feel if you told him to stop and he couldn't

There'd been a few times where it almost came close, where he’d almost lost himself to his base urges when he was eating you out

The memory makes him huff bitterly

No wonder you could never love a monster like him

“So… that’s it?”

He looks up to find a surprised expression on your face, and in return, he tilts his head in confusion

“What do you mean?”

“I-I mean, there’s no other reason? You haven’t been asking for anything in return because you’re scared of hurting me?”

He nods, omitting the part that he’s also scared of marking you, of forcing you into a relationship you clearly don’t want

“And…” you pause, “and otherwise you would? Like… you would want more?”

He nods again

Of course he’d want more—do you really not know how he feels about you?

It’s your turn to nod, like you’ve made a decision

“In that case, I want… I want to try it, then”

You trail your hands from his face down to his chest, feeling the shape of his body through his clothes

Your touch resonates straight to his groin, and he wonders if you have even the faintest idea of what you do to him

He shifts beneath you

“(Y/n), I don’t—I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he admits, but even just the thought of you asking for this has his body coming to life

It’s like his skin is already buzzing for your touch

“Please? Please, Jack? I want this. I want you”

Fanning out your fingers over his chest, you use the leverage to slowly start rocking your hips over his

He inhales sharply through his nose

And whatever measly barriers he’d put up already come crumbling down to your will

He'll give you anything you want

How could he ever say no to you?

[pommigranite]

even though it’s still open (mostly cause idk how to close it) I thought I’d thank the people who’ve left stuff on the magma because I will treasure them forever actually

@yris-latteyi AKSJSKSKS THANK YOU FOR DA PEEPAW I ACCEPT THIS ROSE GRACIAS <333

I DONT KNOW WHO DID THIS ONE OFF THE BAT I FEEL SO BAD PLEASE REVEAL YOURSELF (/nf) SO THAT I CAN HUG YOU BUT TYSM <333

@mobiitez Um hello??? I actually claim this guy now. Legally. He is mine forever. No take backs. He is my sweet precious boi. Mine. Thank you forever for this new son.

@pigeonsgrame2 YOU DREW THE GAL!!!! I LOVE HER SM MWAH MWAH THANK YOU CAL

@danksy-ns THANK YOU!!! And also thank you for the anime air kiss Zay, it’s appreciated 🫶🏽 heheh and my lil floatin blue guy at the bottom he’s so goofy

@shardkn1ght THE CELIBATE BOY ON MY SCREEN LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO PRECIOUS AND HAS NEVER ACQUIRED A SINGLE MAIDEN OR SIR OR THEY IN HIS LIFE AUGH <3333 THANK YOU OTTO 🦷

I have no idea who left this lil guy on the canvas but please come pick up your son from the daycare the lights are off and it’s closed. I have provided him with snackies though so he’s not too worried (hehe tyy)

AND THIS ONE??? WOW??? AND ALSO WHO??? PLEASE HELP ME FIND THIS PERSON I HAVE LIKE FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE IN MY HEAD WHO THIS COULD BE I NEED TO KNOW SO THAT I CAN HUG THEM OH MY GOD (it’s someone from the yeepaw server methinks but I don’t wanna tag the wrong person… my heart of hearts says leon but if im wrong i will be sad)

THE MAGMA IS STILL UP IF YOUD LIKE TO ADD TO IT YOU DONT GOTTA THOUGH WE STAY SILLY

BUT DO GO SUPPORT EVERYONE THEIR ART IS SO SO AMAZING (ALSO SOME OF THEM ARE TAKING COMMISSIONS SO IF POSSIBLE SUPPORT THEM CAUSE WE GOTTA STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER TEEHEE)

[kirnet]

Hello! I'd like to help incentivize some donations for maui!

donate to maui united way, the maui food bank, or the maui humane society and send me your proof of payment/ a screenshot of your receipt (crop out your personal info i don't need that). donate $20 USD or more and I will do a sketchy painting of a character of your choice! (ocs included!)

if you're interested please read below! if $20 is out of your scope, any amount donated/ sharing around information and donation posts also helps! tysm!

this is NOT a normal commission run. pieces will be sketchier, there is no revision process (minor errors on my part are ok to correct, but I'm not going to be doing multiple sketches for your approval), and the turn around time is variable (could be a few days to a month or more depending on how much I get.)

limit to 2 pieces per person. (at the moment. we'll see how much of an influx I get)

dm or email me (kirnetart@gmail.com) your receipt, references, and idea.

these are open indefinitely for now , but might be closed if I have an overwhelming amount.

final pieces are all yours! just please keep my signature on them :D

please dm or email me if you have any questions/ feel free to add on to this post with more ways to help!

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a/n: omg hihihi😭apologies if this took a while, i haven't been checking my inbox at all. but i adore this idea!! tysm ♡. original post here.

character pairing: pantalone x gn!reader

genre: kinda angsty fluff hehe.

two weeks.

thats how long you've been gone for a commission. longer than usual, but pantalone has known you for long enough to know you're fine.

however, your little girl hasn't quite yet gained that pleasure of conscious.

"daddy.." the small girl whines, curling up in a ball against her fathers chest again.

she's been crying and whining about you all evening.

and while it wasn't out of the ordinary for the little girl to know that yes, you'd leave for "work" occasionally, she always got to have contact with you.

whether you end up sending a letter, calling, or sending some sort of souvenir, she always got something to remind her of her other support system.

but the extended time you've been gone paired with no gifts or contact whatsoever is overwhelming for the poor thing.

"i know, dear." pantalone says solemnly. it's the only thing he can tell her, other than the constant affirmation that you're fine.

but, of course she wants proof. its a warrant she's worthy of. but he just can't provide that for her.

its breaking him, from the inside out.

the small girl gets out from her fathers hold, eyes watering as she stomps over to her play shoes at the door. "daddy.. daddy, let's.. go!" she whines, wiping her own tears as she slips them on, and pantalone feels the last bit of his heart rip.

"where are we going, dear?" he asks, humoring the little girl.

"to go.. to go find.." she gets choked up on her own words, struggling to finish her sentence.

and back to her roots, she's a sobbing mess once again. mumbling your name like it's the only word she knows, pantalone can only kiss her forehead and tell her it's alright.

and even now, he's wondering if it's alright.

he takes the girl back to the couch, rocking her until she eventually quiets down from the constant crying she's been doing.

for once, pantalone feels useful in a situation like this. he's a smart man - he can do a lot, he knows a lot. but calming his little one while you're gone with no contact is something that nothing could've prepared him for. no book, no lesson, no prophecy, nothing.

just as he's beginning to relax on the couch, he hears the door knob twist and push open, revealing the same figure he and his little girl has missed for so long.

by the tensing of his body, your girl wakes up, looking around, still upset. until she meets your eyes.

and there she goes. crying, sobbing, a mess as she runs toward you, scolding you while also telling you she's missed you for what seems like a decade.

you kiss her forehead. "i know, i know, i'm sorry." you apologize, walking her over to pantalone.

he wraps his arms around you, his hedonistic smile crossing his face, though how he feels at the moment is anything but. his eyes say it all:

he's hurt. hurt, worried, upset, scared, and confused.

he pulls your figure in tight, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll trickle into dust. nothingness. his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing choppy. "please don't worry me like that again." he mumbles.