#egos x reader

[lonelyrosegold]

One-sided Enemies + One-sided friends = lovers

One of my favorite fanfic trop is

Person A hating person B and being their enemies/will do anythingto ruin their day, Person B being oblivious to person A hatred towards them and just trying/thinking they are friends

And then all it takes is for person B to do one nice thing to person A (i.e giving them a gift/giving them a hug/in general showing they care about them or something) for them to be absolutely smitten

Person A just going from "I will kill you" to "I will kill for you"

Cliche and unrealistic?

yes

brings joy to my little heart?

also yes💕

[sardonic-the-writer]

Uhhhhhh 👀

Darkiplier spice???

😳

DARKIPLIER SPICE/SMUT

You. Are. His

In every way possible

And I don't just mean that relationship wise

Your neck? His to mark. Your hips? His to cover in his handprints. Your lips? His to kiss

And if walls could talk-

Oh boy if walls could talk

Dark is not gentle to say the least; well not most of the time. For him there's a difference between sex and lovemaking, something you've come to learn

Another little fun fact about Dark is that when he sees your climax coming, more times than not the demon will start glitching violently with satisfaction. You begin to see three Darks instead of two

Something that manages to please you more

Like I said

You're his

[coff33notforme]

Hmm for Engineer, maybe him with a captain on the new planet? Basically life after the events of ISWM. Could have some PTSD from both parties and comforting each other through it all.

A/n: EATING THIS REQUEST WHOLE, dude this was such a cute prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one

Synopsis: After the events of ISWM, Mark and the Captain are trying desperately to forget what they had experienced on the ship, but their past is catching up to them rather quickly

Warnings: Mentions of hallucinations, unhealthy coping mechanisms

After the events on the ship you and Mark had undoubtedly been traumatized, whether you had realized it or not there would be long lasting effects of what you had been subjected to.

Regardless of the things you had experienced, you desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened, but it seemed as though it wouldn’t be as easy as you initially had hoped.

You had moved on to directing the construction of the new colonies, while Mark had been there alongside you working to build a civilization from the ground up.

You had been kept busy for months, with news of the progress of the building while you had helped solve problems that colonists were having while settling in, you felt it was necessary to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind from drifting to darker corners of your mind, things you needed to forget.  

You arrived home, slamming the door with a sigh as you slumped from the doorway cracking your joints with a pleasing hum as you began to set up your work on the kitchen counter, laying out the blueprints you needed to review and approve as well as complaints you had collected from Cici.

This would undoubtedly take more than a couple hours to finish, but well you were already tired, so you made a promise that you wouldn’t stay up for too long. 

Your eyes fluttered open groggily, you groaned at the sudden light that flooded your vision. 

You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the overwhelming light.

“Enjoy your nap Cap’n?” you knew that teasing nickname.You lazily turned your head up to the engineer, a warm smile spread across his face. 

“Mark? What are you doing? What time is it?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you stretched your back out and pushed yourself away from the counter, covered with unfinished sheets and documents. 

“It’s about ten-thirty-seven, and way past your bedtime. What were you even doing down here?” his brows furrowed as his chocolate brown eyes scanned the papers. You frowned as you collected the unfinished sheets. 

“Oh nothing, just documents for work. Which I still need to finish.” you murmured, anxiously eyeing the stack. 

“Well you can just finish them tomorrow, you don’t have to go in that early anyways right?” you smiled looking back to Mark as you abandoned the counter. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” taking his calloused hand, flicking the kitchen light off as you left the room. Making your way to the master bedroom through the empty house. 

You looked into the mirror mindlessly as you counted the seconds, brushing your teeth thoroughly before you spat out the overwhelming mint flavored paste. As you rinsed your brush under the cold water Mark called to you from the bedroom as he changed. 

“So, how are you?” the question seemed drawn out, almost hesitant, as if he was leading onto something else.

“Mark, we already talked about this over lunch, did you already forget what I told you.” you teased as you opened the cabinet setting your toothbrush next to Marks as you turned the light off joining Mark in the bedroom. 

“No, no I was just…y’know curious if you maybe forgot to tell me something exciting.” 

You quirked an eyebrow out at him doubtingly. 

“Uh huh, well I feel like you're trying to get to something else, so why don’t you just go ahead and say it Mark, I hate it when you dance around stuff like this.”

A dense silence fell over the room, and you felt a familiar feeling of dread stir in your chest. 

“I want to talk about…about what happened on the ship.” you felt your body go stiff. 

“Why would you want to talk about that?” your voice wavered as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I just, I’ve been seeing things and hearing things, things that I’ve wanted to forget, but I just can’t.” 

Again a silence fell over the room, it felt with each passing second a weight was pressing down on your chest.

You paused. 

“I know Mark, I can still hear them too.” 

Mark turned to you, his eyes glossy, as his bottom lip trembled lightly.

“Was it my fault? I know we’ve talked about this before, but I can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t even built the warp core.” his voice shook as he gripped his face, his eyes fixated on the floor as his body shook lightly. You frowned, walking around the bed as you squatted in front of him taking his hand in yours once again as you gave it a reassuring squeeze, his panicked eyes flickered to yours. 

“Mark, you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened, it’s not fair to you. Sure you built the machine, but nobody could’ve known what kind of power it was capable of.” Mark gave a slow nod, his eyes not leaving yours. You smiled scooting in to give him a tight hug.

“I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.” you whispered as Mark buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a quick peck against your warm skin. 

“What do you say we head to bed now?”

“Sounds like a plan Cap’n.”

Can't tell if I like this one, but oh well. Once again reblogs are appreciated!

[timbertumbr]

Board Pranks (Anti X Reader)

Day 18, "Ouija board gone wrong" and "their husband." Honestly, this is gonna be a shit post.

It was a rather dull night so you decided to spice it up with some spoopy ouija board. You set up the board before turning off the lights and setting up those fake candles around the room before sitting in front of the board, hands gently on the planchet.

“Is anyone here?” You called out into the dark. Silence fell over the room for a few moments before the planchet move to the word yes.

“Oh cool. Wanna hang?” Another beat of silence before it moved to yes again.

“So, how have you been?” The planchet shot across the board to spell.

“Dead,” You snort.

“Okay, besides being dead?”

“Bored,”

“Same, hey you know what would be fun? If you revealed yourself and we had a rave party,” silence before the planchet moved once more.

“Say it,”

“Okay? I invite you, spirit into my home,” A giggle echoed through the room.

“You made a huge mistake, smiley face,” . . .

“Did you seriously spell an emoji?” Your question was unanswered as the board was flipped and something was knocking off your fake candles. Suddenly, your laptop came to life showing static before showing a grey image of a well. Slowly something crawled out of the well and towards the screen before Anti had his face pressed up against the screen with a bloody hand…

“That’s copyright infringement,” You said pointing at him, he froze for a bit before sulking.

“BoO, yOuR’e No FuN,” He whined, crawling through the screen and landing with a thud.

“Yeah yeah, and make sure to clean up whatever’s on your hand,”

“BlOoD,” You gently grab his wrist and sniff his hand.

“Ketchup, I’ll go grab some snacks and we can get this Rave started,”

“FuCk YeAh!” And thus you and your husband raved the night away.

[the-library-of-wonderland]

can i get a 1, 4, and 5 with dark? please and thank you <3

Thank you for asking!!❤️ Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long dearie! 1- “Your hair is so soft…”

4- “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working.”

5- “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

With Darkiplier!

So much fluff!!! Literally just fluff! Also, gender neutral, but he does call you darling.

The sound of you knocking on Dark’s office door was the last thing Dark had expected to hear today, especially when your voice was the one behind the door.

“Hey, it’s just me Y/N. Can I come in?”

The male smiled faintly before allowing you to come in.

You huffed as you walked in, “I am so bored right now Dark, i haven’t been able to focus on one task at a time, Dark i think I’m dying!” You almost panted as you finished your speech, walking up to him to kneel down beside his chair.

You laid your arms on his armrest, “I seriously think I’m dying though.”

Dark chuckled as you started to whine at him about it, “Well, i think that would be considered a you problem darling, as i’m very busy right now.”

You sighed, starting to get up and walk over to a small couch on the side of his office.

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working. How does that sound?”

You smiled at his request before walking over to him and sitting yourself down on him. He wrapped his free hand around your waist to keep you steady.

As you sat there boringly watching him work, a thought crossed your mind that made you smirk. You wanted to poke him a bit, maybe on the cheek? You knew you were going to be playing a dangerous game doing you so, but the thought would keep you from being bored.

So you after only a few seconds of thinking over your decision, you started to lightly poke his cheek, enough to make him feel it but not enough to cause any pressure. You could see him smirk slightly at your attempt to get some attention from him.

He looked over at you, “Is there something you need?”

“Yes, some attention. I hope you know I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Dark chuckled at you before he moved his hand from your waist, softly starting to run his fingers through your hair. You sighed at the motion, being content enough with the attention you were getting for now to stop poking him. You knew you would be asking for more attention later though, but you would spare him that for now.

You two sat in comfortable silence for quite some time as he worked, and you started to grow tired from his his hands running through your hair. You had just started to drift from consciousness when you heard let out a low whisper.

“Darling, your hair is so soft…”

You smiled at his comment, “Thank you Dark.” You giggled lightly as you dropped your head on his shoulder.

He smiled lightly at your reaction, “I’m almost done working, and when I am you’ll get all the attention you want.”

[artsyfangirl]

Okay, in honor of my friend Writer, have some Eric content!! @112-writes enjoy~<3

Eric Derekson General HCs

Ahh, I love him so much.

He’s literally so sweet. He’d be such a great boyfriend, omg.

I am actually resisting stimming and/or ticking thinking about him. Aaaahhhhh-!

I picture that he’d like tea a lot. I just can’t picture him with coffee and tea can be very calming. So I think he’d have his own little garden and he’d use the produce (can’t think of a better word) to make his own tea blends. He would definitely share with you if you asked, and he’d probably make a blend inspired by you!

He probably has some issues with his prosthetics from time to time, so he’d love if you helped him with that. He wouldn’t ask you though, he doesn’t want to bother you, so you’ll have to seek him out on your own.

I just want to squish him in a hug and never let go.

If Derek ever comes around, oh god, he’d best hope you’re not there. You will ROCK HIS SHIT.

When Derek’s around Eric visibly just- withdraws. Like a porcupine or pill bug curling up in defense. It’s so sad to see. It’s like Eric’s light just… it almost gets smothered. It hurts to watch. Please for the love of everything holy, knock the shit out of Eric’s sperm donor, please I beg you!

He suffers nightmares from the crash. He always will. But he feels better when you’re there with some tea, a warm blanket, and plenty of cuddles, stories, and whispered praise.

Eric’s ideal date would probably be an at home date, and he’d love your place no matter what. Unless it’s in an unsafe area, then he’s gonna be worried but reluctant to bring it up cus he doesn’t want to make you mad.

I think he’d also love picnic dates, honestly, especially if the food is homemade. He’s a sucker for homemade meals, especially since he hasn’t had any since his mom and brothers died. :(

I could see Eric being interested in botany, so with your encouragement, maybe he could become a botanist?

I love him so goddamn much. I legit get the ‘squealing and kicking my feet’ kind of energy when I think about him.

[fangirloverlode]

It Never Gets Any Easier…

Murderplier/Murder!Mark x Reader. There’s nothing explicitly romantic, I just wrote it with a relationship in mind.

I’m new to tumblr, so I’m sorry if this is formatted weirdly or anything. I’m not really active here, but I wanted to try it out. I’m so sorry this was my first impression. Murder’s name is Crow in this, and I got that idea from this post.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knives, implications of torture, no actual blood or gore but there’s some slight mentions of it. You’re serial killers, it’s messed up, but there’s no actual murder or extreme violence.

Summery: You and Murderplier pick up a victim for a special occasion.

The man in your passenger seat was still sniffling and crying from his previous encounter with the big bad Murderplier. He'd come to your car for help, banging on the window and screaming bloody murder, and you'd had to let him in.

It was a good thing he wasn't local, or he would've known two things: 1) there were several reports of the killer working with an accomplice, and 2) this was not the way to a police station.

Crow, who was hidden in the shadows of the back seat, was waiting for the right moment to spring.

He didn't have to wait all that long, in the grand scheme of things. It was late, nearly two in the morning, so there was no traffic on the small town roads, and your stop was only thirty minutes away. It felt like an eternity even to you, though.

So, when you pulled up to the old, abandoned cabin, and your passenger finally started to question you, Crow wasted no time reaching around the head rest and pressing a knife to the man’s throat.

"What—"

"Shh," Crow shushed him with a sickly sweet voice, free hand cupping your victim's jaw and tilting his head up. "It'll be over soon, Brian."

"H— how do you know my name?" His voice shook as he asked, eyes full of that delicious fear. You leaned over the center console to admire it. You couldn't get enough.

"We know a lot about you. For example: you're a pharmacist, you live in Georgia, and you're here on vacation with your wife. Fine lady, might I add. Me and my partner might pay her a visit after this."

"Please don't hurt her," Brian pleaded, tears now freely streaming down his face.

"How about we make a deal?" Crow was almost whispering now, mouth close to Brian's ear. It was strangely intimate. "You walk calmly and quietly to that cabin over there, and let us tie you up without a fuss, and we'll leave your beloved be."

"H... how do I know you're gonna honor that?"

"You don't, really," Crow tilted his head, making a face like he was considering new information, "But our word is all you've got."

"We're not unreasonable people, Brian," you added, pressing a finger to his temple and dragging it down to his jaw, relishing the way his neck tensed.

"We just have needs," Crow agreed.

"I..." Brian gulped, squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a harsh breath.

"Going once..." you started, looking to Crow for a moment.

"Going twice..." he continued, digging the knife a little deeper into the tender flesh of Brian's throat.

"Okay!" The man burst out, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. "Deal. Okay."

"Sold, to the man in white," you smirked, leaning back towards your own seat and climbing out of the car. You couldn't wait to see how fast it would turn red.

You walked around to haul him out, and Crow followed suit. The both of you took one of Brian's arms, just in case, and man-handled him towards the cabin.

His credit, he didn't do anything besides look towards the heavens and cry as Crow duct-taped him to a chair.

You, meanwhile, made sure the toolkit was in order one last time. You set the drill— with no less than four spare batteries— to the side; that bad boy was your favorite. The room was already covered in plastic sheets, and no-one was around to hear the screaming, so you were really looking foreword to taking your time.

"Are you ready?" Crow asked, and you turned around with a bone saw in your hands.

"As ever," you replied with a grin. You offered him the saw, "Have the first slice, birthday boy."

[evu0chan]

Jackieboy Man x Suicidal Female Reader

(TW SUICIDE & SH SCARS)

English is not my first language

(Y/N) was standing at the edge of a bridge. She couldn't do this any longer. She wanted all of this to end. A tear made it's way down her cheek as she looked down. People walked past her not even bothering to stop her so she took it as a sign to just jump. She took a deep breath and extended her arms. A smile began to form on her lips as she took a step forward and fell. She heard a few screams but couldn't care less at the moment. (Y/N) fell but just before she hit the ground something catched her. Shocked and scared she slowly opened her eyes only to see Jackieboy Man. He was crying and repeatedly asking her why she would do that. (Y/N) couldn't answer. It broke her heart to see him cry and without her noticing tears started to run down her cheeks. Once Jack landet and safely put her down he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Why didn't you tell anyone! Why didn't you tell me!" he asked shaking her. (Y/N) couldn't say anything and just blankly stared back at him. A few new tears started to fall down Jacks face and he quickly kissed (Y/N) cheek before hugging her. (Y/N) eyes widened. Did he just kiss her? After a few seconds she broke down and buried her face in Jackieboy man's neck. "Shhhh it's okay (Y/N)... I'm here... You're okay... I'm so sorry" sayd jack while playing with (Y/N)'s hair to try and calm her and it worked. (Y/N) soon calmed down and looked at the ground. She never wanted anyone to see her like that especially not the egos. Jackieboy Man grabbed her chin softly giving her no choice then to look at him. "Talk to me" he whisperd trying his hardest not to break down. "I-... Jack... I-I'm sorry" (Y/N) stuttered. "Talk to me (Y/N)! What's going on? Let me help you!" he begged. (Y/N) soon gave in and sat down on a nearby bench. The Hero followed her and sat down next to her patiently waiting for her to talk. The girl soon started to talk about her problems and jack listend quietly nodding his head and rubbing the girl's back. After she told him everything she turned to him and asked: "Please don't tell anyone..." The Hero hesitated and his gaze turned to her arm. "May i?" he asked but before the girl could answer he softly grabbed her arm and pulled her sleeve up. He gasped as he saw all the scars and looked at her. "Promise me that you'll stop" he begged. (Y/N) pulled away and covered her arms before looking back at Jack again. "I'll try" she sayd. "If you ever get the urge to hurt yourself just please for the love of God come to me! I'm here for you okay?" he told her while holding her hands. "Fine... Thank you..." she sayd while a little smile formed on her lips. The Hero smiled as well and sayd: "I'm going to keep it to myself but I can't promise you anything"

(Y/N) looked at him and thanked him and with that they both walked home.

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

fwb toji who is furious when you come home (you let him crash at your place) telling him with a broad smile that the mechanic was kind enough to give you premium air on your tires "for only $120 for all four tires!" and he's fuming, already on his feet, "no no sweetheart," he tells you, "they scammed you. why didn't you call me in the first place?" and suddenly you're shy, giving him a shrug that nearly wounds him if it weren't for the hard thumping of his heart. "give me your keys, baby. I'm gonna take care of it."

[elstoy]

૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა no thoughts head empty just abby and yours first time together. abby’s mouth latched onto your tits, sucking and popping your swollen nipples from her lips, grunting whenever she gazes down at them because they look so wet and delicious and covered by her transparent spit. she squeezes both of your nipples between her thick fingers, pulls them upward so you feel the sting and lets go, biting her lips and humming at your little squeaks and squeals. she loves the way you react so much. your gasps, your pupils blown out, your jaw hanging loose, your mouth in that slutty “o” shape. you’re squirming and wiggling down beneath her, and quickly enough she attaches her mouth back on your tits and sneaks her hand down, just to softly place her palm on your pantie + shorts covered cunt. she feels the wet patch that quite literally leaked through the fabric, and chuckles as she lets go of one of your nips. “oh yeah?” she taunts, applying some pressure on your little quivering pussy. you blabber something incoherently, and she’s all cocky “i know baby, i know…”. could probably make u cum through your panties as well and definitely does. fights the urge to tear them off of you and make you ride three of her fingers, but the ego boost that comes from making ur clit throb through two (2) layers of fabric is just… exhilarating.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Doing the Egos hair. (I swear actor wouldn't let us and Wilford would love it) but just putting their head in your lap and brushing their hair. No pressure!

Haha! Yeah Actor would. And I only did three egos since I was feeling lazy. Sorry!

━MARKIPLIER ☆

He leans into it subconsciously while smiling. Only realizes what's happening once you bump his glasses accidentally with the pad of your hand. Mark sort of just smiles at you softly before turning back to what he was doing

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Is most likey sitting in his velvet arm chair reading when you sneek up behind and start to play with his smooth tresses. Sort of just flickers his gaze up to you and chuckles before resuming his reading

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Slaps your hand

"Wha the fook are yah dhoing?"

"I was gonna play with your hair-"

"Hell no."

[plush-rabbit]

Foggy Minds

Word Count: 4.7K A/N: I dont know his body!! So I tried to leave it ambiguous and yeah!! i also wrote this just for the ending bit

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It’s a fucking joke. A cruel one. Angels- or at least Exterminators- are known for their cruelty. Raining down from above, a storm cloud that leaves red behind. Even after the destruction and death, the guts and gore that leave a lasting stench, the cruelty isn’t done. The angel Adam still has to bring torment down to Hell.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing is what he is. He can pretend he’s higher than the sinners down below, but he’s just as crude, if not more so than the worst of them here. It’s a tradition at this point for both you and him. He brings hell on hell, and a week later, he flies down once more, calling the club that you work at, demanding for you to be sent to the Heaven Embassy. However, as the next Extermination Day comes close, he’s called for your services once again. You wish you could say no, but he pays quite a lot for you, and you could always use the money.. 

You hate the walk there more than anything. It’s like everyone knows you’re off to go fuck the Exorcist. You look both ways before disappearing through the doors of the Embassy. Maybe they think you’re getting a meeting with- someone. 

The Embassy is empty, and every step you take echoes out in the room. You’re terrified. You always are. It never stops feeling like a trap. Even in the elevator on the way to the suite, you can only stare at the golden doors in front of you, your reflection distorted and twisted. 

If you’re going to be honest- you aren’t sure why it’s you who has to come up. It’s Adam- he’s bragged enough about how he can have anyone, and yet, he pays for a sinner’s cunt. You make sure to not feel special, to squash any pride down. Perhaps it’s too tedious to pay for another sinner or hellborn, and it’s best to just get what he knows will be a good fuck. You sigh and look away from your reflection and the glowing numbers. Still, you show up and do your job. You've taken better and worse clients. The angel is just someone in between. 

The doors open and you pass a few doors until you reach his suite. You don’t know why the Embassy has so many rooms, and when you tried to ask Adam, he made a comment about how you could have a fuck-a-thon, doing it in each room, and you sneered at the idea. 

Your suite- or rather his suite- is unlocked like always. You waste no time, stepping into the shimmering room. It’s livable. A kitchenette on one side, a bathroom with a wonderful shower tucked in the room, and a massive bed pushed to the end of the room. The room is bright, golds and blues, a deep dark wood carved into ornate decorations, and you feel out of place. It’s nice- far too nice for you to show up and defile it with what you’re going to do. The room never ceases to amaze you. There aren’t many places in Hell where the colors are bright and soft at the same time, where things look so pristine and untouched. When you once mentioned to Adam how nice the room was, he laughed and told you that there were far better rooms in Heaven. A part of you still wishes that he would have offered to show you- something, pictures, descriptions, anything. 

“Took you long enough!” The angel says, leaning back on the bed. “I pay for your entire time, ya know? From the walk from your whore house to the embassy, the least ya could do is hurry it up. I’m a very important angel, ya know?”

“You ordered me like last-”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t want excuses.” His hand waves in the air, and he sits on the bed. “Come on, let’s get to it.” You roll your eyes at him as you walk closer. “Oi! Don’t roll your eyes at me,” his voice is laced with disgust, and you remember that he looks down on you- in more ways than you would care to admit. “Come on, strip.” Your hands go to unzip your skirt. “And make it good!”

You bite your tongue. Your shirt is the first to go. The action is slow, tantalizing as your fingers skim over your bare skin, and your skirt follows suit, pooling on the floor. You step out the fabric, and your heels click on the floor. Adam watches you, his hands scratching the bed covers. You spread your legs over his right, and grab his hands, letting them touch your ribs and then moving towards your back. 

You can feel the tips of his claws scratch at the clip of your bra. You press your cunt over his robe covered thigh, and grind over it softly. “Please, Adam,” you beg. “Take it off for me?” Your hands rest over his chest, and he watches as you grind yourself over him, your hands fisting over his robe, and you wonder for a moment if maybe you did a bad thing- if this was the wrong move. But then your bra straps fall down your shoulders, and it’s discarded somewhere in the room.

You hiss when his mouth suckles on a breast, the other breast being pinched and pulled at. He sucks so softly, letting his tongue roll over the swelling bud, teething at it so you hiss and arch yourself further into him. You can feel a wet spot grow, and you can’t help but rock yourself over your thigh. The other breast is manhandled, twisted and pinched that has you gasping and fisting holy fabric in your sinner hands. 

You're pushed off and his hands claw over your hip. You get the memo, and peel off your underwear, the wetness of it noticeable, and the only mention of it is when Adam pockets your underwear. You wish you bought another pair with you. The heels are tossed aside, and strong hands push you down from your shoulders. You fall onto your knees with a hiss, and you know what you have to do.

-

“And- And- Oh fuck, that’s it, baby-” He hisses, his head tilted back. The hand fisted into your hair tightens, sharp stinging encouraging you to swallow more so he could let go. “I’m just saying that why would you settle for anything less than-” A moan interrupts his monologue and you look at him through glossy eyes. “Oh fuck. It’s like a fucking gift to suck me off.”

A string of spit and pre-ejaculate connects to your lips as you pull away. It’s thick and white, and you’re gasping for hair, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and you push yourself to swallow his package, fitting the pair into your mouth as your hand pumps his length. He’s breathing heavily, and you know he's upset at the loss of contact with your mouth with the way that his hand tangles itself into your hair, but his mask is twisted, and you pop them out of your mouth. Your mouth feels dry despite the excess spit- you suppose it’s the salty taste that lingers. 

You take him back in your mouth, eager, and begging for him to just spill his seed already. Your cheeks hollow, and he’s heavy on your tongue. Your tongue swirls over a vein, and you can feel him twitching.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he hisses, his hands cradling your head. You hum, and brace yourself, your hands holding at his thighs, bracing yourself for him to thrust forward. His hands tighten, and he thrusts into your mouth. You gag around him, your throat constricting around him. It’s a horrid sound, loud and hollow, and acid threatens to bubble over. As he continues to pump himself into you, spit dribbles from the corner of your lips and you’re grateful that you were ordered to remove your clothes. 

“That’s right, take it. Oh fuck, fuck-” a string of curses fills the room, and he’s unrelenting, pushing deeper into your throat. A hand slips to grab at your breast, eyes squinting when you can feel the spit coat over your chest. Your other hand tightens around Adam’s thigh, your nails pinching into him.

Your fingers pinch over your nipple, rolling it over, desperate to take your mind off of the assault of your mouth. His thrusts get deeper and harsher, and he’s still in the back of your throat, holding you down. Curses mutter in the air, sharp and slurring together, and he keeps his eyes on you. The eye contact is far too much, the piercing eyes boring into your entire being, and it must be some type of power play for him. You choose to focus on the base of his cock. With your nose pressed into his pubic bone, you cough around him, and finally he pulls away, his seed laying thick on your tongue. Tears wet your face and mix with your spit and the drops of his seed. 

He grabs your chin and you open your mouth, showing the mess that he’s made. Letting go, you stay still, as he taps his cock on your face. It’s tacky with your spit and leaves you feeling much filthier than you would like to admit. You hold the seed in your mouth and he gives a nod, and you make a show of swallowing, and open your mouth to show him. “Did you want me to do a blessing before you swallow?”  He teases. “With my holy cum, I grant you the opportunity to fuck me.” He chuckles at his joke.

“Thank you, Adam,” you murmur, hoping that the soreness on your jaw will go away.

“You know, you could learn how to relax your throat. You’d think after doing this for a living, your gag reflex wouldn't be a thing.” You send him a dirty look, and his grin widens. “So fucking sensitive. What did you want me to tell you? That you were good?”

You aren’t sure what mood he’s in at the moment. Sometimes you can tell when he wants to fight with you- where he wants to punish you and call you a sinner as he ravages you, but then there are moments when he wants you to beg for him, to tell him how good he is, how you want his cock more than anything. But at the moment with your skull pounding and jaw sore, you spit out a simple, “Fuck you.” His grin widens, and he hoists you up onto the bed. The stickiness on your face ruins the soft comforter, and you feel too dirty to even touch something so nice.

“I was going to be nice and just fuck you, but shit, you had to talk back.” 

A hand grips at your rear, and a finger teases at your hole. You hiss at the contact, and you're glad you’re face down or else you’d never hear the end of it of how flustered you must look. As if reading your mind, he flips you over, your face exposed and your hands immediately cover the lower half. 

“Adam-” you squeal, instinctively trying to close your legs only to have them pried apart. 

“Don’t worry,” he says casually. “I just wanna look at how wet you got just from sucking on me.” A finger traces against your slick and you watch as he tastes the finger. “Damn, I should have let you keep your panties on if I knew you were going to get this wet.” A finger enters and you squirm, suckling the intrusion further into your softness. “You’re soaked. And all you had to do was suck me off. You know, if I could keep you, I would.” He enters another finger, pushing the two inside until he’s at the knuckles. “I’d give you a nice collar, a nice bed, and all you would have to do is be my little cocksleeve.” He pulls out, and thick strings of slick connect his fingers back to your cunt. He returns his fingers to your cunt, now with the addition of a third. It’s a wide stretch, a sharp pain being overridden with pleasure. “I bet you’d like that. You’d live a pampered life, and all you have to do is keep your pussy spread open for me.” 

With a yank, you’re pulled further into the bed. The comforters make a soft noise, but the bed itself doesn’t creak. You watch with half-lidded eyes, focused as he rests on his knees beside you, his cock growing, the scent of it enough to make you go dizzy. You brush your cheek against it, licking at the side of it when he thrusts his fingers into you.

You sit on the bed, his cock pressed against your face, and with a mind too delirious to think of anything else, you pull him into your mind, lazily bobbing his head, as his fingers scissor inside of you. 

You breathe heavily, your mind growing fuzzy with the stimulation. He’s slow and lazy, massaging the inside of your gummy walls as he looks down at you taking his cock once more. A hand brushes your hair away from your face, and you pull away, pecking at his cockhead, nuzzling the glistening head against your lips. It isn’t enough for you, and you swallow him once more, humping into his hand when he gives a smart smack to your cunt. 

“Turn around,” he orders, and you scamper to do so. You don’t get a moment to prepare yourself, until he’s bullying himself inside of you. Your hands claw at the comforter, and with watery eyes, you see the fabric tear apart underneath your claws. “You’re clamping down hard around me,” he breathes out, and you buck your hips, trying to feel him deeper into you.

Above you, he's heavy, and selfish, pumping into you relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin is harmonized by your moans. He grunts above you, whispering strings of obscenities and few words of praise linger in the air.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts out, “so fucking good.” His breath is hot against you, fanning out into feathered tickles that touch at your body. He’s never been one for intimacy before reaching his peak, always preferring to be lustful, so you never expect him to actually kiss you, but in moments where he rights just at the right spot, you’d wish he do a little more to make it feel something other that whatever this all is.

His body is pressed against your back, hands squirming underneath to grab at your breasts. His hands are rough and unforgiving, pulling and pinching his nails into your soft skin, You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, puffing and huffing, murmurs about how you feel wrapped around him, and you bury your face into the comforter. Your mouth is slacked open, spit pooling down, as your moan helplessly around him, body taut and nerves feeling as if they’re on fire. 

“No fucking wonder you’re a sinner,” he seethes out, his thrusts harsh and deep, enough to have you see stars and think about how as selfish as he can, he feels so good. “With a pussy this good, I bet you had everyone lined up for just a taste.” You let out a low whine. “Yeah, I bet you did. No wonder you were hired at that sex joint. Did you have to fuck the owner to get in? Ha?” His tone is wicked, and you’re unsure if it’s his words or the fact that you’re so close as to what is making you tear up. His weight above you shifts, and by your hair, you’re yanked back. You yelp and tighten around him, tears slipping down. “I asked you a question.”

“I didn’t-” you yelp as he continues to bully himself inside of you- “I didn’t hear it, ’m sorry,” you mumble, your scalp stinging with pain. 

“Too fucked up on my dick to even think,” he hisses, pushing you down onto the bed. He pulls himself out, and you whimper, shaking your head and pushing yourself closer to him, your cunt weeping for more of him. “A cock hungry slut is all you are, huh?” His cock is pulled out, and he watches you whine, your cunt gaping and leaking slick that makes your thighs glisten. 

“Adam, please,” you moan, turning your head to look over your shoulder. You can feel the drool stick to the side of your lips. 

“Please what?” he spits out, his eyes flickering to yours, before returning to your ruined sex.

You let a whimper, high-pitched and desperate. You fall back to the bed, your eyes looking forward, and your hand slips underneath you, fingers peeking towards your cunt, feeling the warmth drip onto your fingertips. “I want more,” you tell him, your words muffled by the comforter. “I want you,” you tell him, hoping that he’d take pity on you for a moment.

The tip of his cock brushes itself against your opening, and you clench around it, your body aching for more. “Nah, you have to do better than that.” Your cries are shushed, brows furrowed and you’re turned over onto your back, “Come on, I’ve heard you beg before.” Two of his fingers enter you, thrusting in painfully slow. “You know what to say already.” Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your fingers twisting the bed sheets into spirals. You shake your head, humping pathetically into his hand. “I promise to make ya feel real good.” 

“Adam,” you croak. He pulls his fingers out, and tears gluten over your lashes. “Please, I wanna be fucked.” Your legs tense when you feel the tip of his cock nestle itself inside of you. “I’m just a filthy sinner who needs-” you yelp when he thrusts himself inside of you, the entire lengths filling you nicely- “needs to be fucked by your holy dick.” His hands curve over your hips, scratching softy over your skin. 

“A little more, honey, and I’ll ruin that demon pussy for you.” His hands curve over your hips, scratching softly over your skin, his voice low and sweet for you.

“Adam,” you plead, your hands curving over your breasts, “I need you,” you whisper in a haze. “I need your cock in me, I wanna cum real bad. I need you. I need you to fuck my sinner pussy.”

He gives you a lazy smile, and gives a nonchalant shrug. “Good enough.” He pushes himself inside of you. Your stomach coils into a heat, and you suck in a harsh breath when his fingers slip to rub at the bundle of nerves between your legs. “You have a fucking grip on my dick. What is it? Are you close?” You let out a broken moan. Your legs kick up, and wrap around him. “If I cum in you, you’re dealing with it.” His grin is sharp and predatory, and it only makes you drag your hands down his arms.

Your hands reach up, and you hold the sides of his neck, your hands curving behind, and you just feel tufts of hair peek from underneath the mask. A hand reaches to grab your wrist, holding it tightly, and you’re sure you’re going to have a bruise afterward. “You fuckin’ slut,” he spits out. “You think just because you got my mask off last time, I’ll let you look at me again?”

“Adam,” you whimper out, scratching at the back of his neck with your free hand, “please. I just wanna look,” you slur out. You know you’ll regret saying those things when you’ve sobered from him, but sex always did make you softer, needier. You think that must be why he decided to continue to hire you- to see you pant for him and stroke his ego. “You’re so pretty, I wanna see,” you lament. “I wanna- I just- I wanna look at you when I cum,” you stumble over your words, your fingertips tapping against the bottom of the mask. The golden eyes narrow at you, and you can only look for so long until you turn your attention elsewhere.

His mask is tossed to the side, and his irises glow. The hand that holds your wrist loosens, and you cup over his cheek, the stubble on his chin scratching at your palm. “Fuck- Oh fuck,” you hiss out, your heart beating against your chest rapidly. “I’m gonna- Oh my- Adam! Fuck,” you hiss, the knot in your stomach tightening, a pressure building more and more until you’re sure that you’ll burst. 

Even as your body shakes, he doesn’t stop. He continues moving his hips, pushing all of himself inside of you, his breath coming out in pants above you, his smile sharp and face flushed. A hand wraps around your neck, and you arch yourself into it, whining and mumbling at how your cunt is still too sensitive, how he has to slow down, but he coos at you, and he tells you how good you’re benign for him, and you hold onto his wrist with your hands. 

Adam places his face close to yours, his lips and breath fanning above yours, and you’re stuck staring at his eyes, unable to look away from the gold in front of you. You lick your lips, and you brush against his. He stares at you, and your face burns. 

He gives shallow thrusts, and is still inside of you, and you can feel him. You can feel the heat, and the stickiness leaks out of you. He keeps himself there, and hides himself into the crook of your neck. After a moment, he slips out, and you can feel the heaviness of his seed weep out of you in slow and heavy drools. 

You lay in the afterglow, chest heaving and sweat and more sticking to your skin. Your body is on pins and needles, and laying on top of the soft bedding, you could fall asleep right then and there. Nestled into a pile of feathers and gold, you could die- again- and be happy with it. 

But then the man- the first man- groans and you remember that this isn't the time to play house. You have a job. Or rather, you had one, and now you have to return. You lift yourself up into a sitting position, and you stare at the bathroom. A part of you wants to take a shower, but you fear that if you even just tasted what luxury is, you’d have to be pried out of the embassy. 

With a sigh, you lift yourself off of the body and gather your clothes. The lack of underwear is something that you frown upon, but when you look back to the angel, with the demand for its return, you can’t bring yourself to ask for it. You’ve walked around without it before when customers got handsy, this is nothing. Your skirt is tight, and long enough that only a pervert would tell. 

“So,” he trails off, lying on his back, “do you wanna cuddle or something?”

Your eyes widen, and as you flatten your skirt, you thin your lips. “Uh, no. No thanks, Adam. I’m uh- I’m good.” You straighten your top, and tap your heels against the floor, the sharp click echoes in the chambers. 

“Whatever,” he huffs, “I was just gonna psych you out anyways.” He waves his hand, and cool air rushes around you. 

You let out a sigh, looking at the mirror where you stared at yourself just a bit ago. Your hands play with your hair, making sure that when you leave, it won’t look like you just slept with someone. You hum, and tilt your head from side to side, trying to find some sort of mark that would have to be hidden. However, the cool air- his own magic or blessing- has fixed any evidence of indecency on you.

“The extermination is next month,” Adam sighs. Your eyes flick up, and you catch him staring at you- golden eyes piercing into your own, unblinking and unbothered. 

“I’m aware,” you tell him, returning to look at yourself in the mirror. You stand straight and let out a sharp sigh. “I think some of the residents are already panicking.”

“Are you?”

Your stomach knots itself, and you remember when you were first bought by Adam- the nervousness, the disgust, the bile burning your throat. It’s all too familiar at this moment. You shrug. “I don’t think it’s set in yet,” you mumble. 

“I’ll come by the night before.” You look at the white tiles- the grout filled with shimmering gold, and the tiles patterned with silver and gold lines. “I’ll leave the back door unlocked like last time.” He doesn’t say the words nicely, it’s more like an afterthought, as if telling you this is a bother, but still, he tells you this, and one thing you've learned about Adam is that he hasn't lied to you yet. You fist the hem of your skirt in your hands, and nod. It’s silent, and then he starts again, annoyance laced into his words. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, Adam,” you tell him in a beat. 

“Yeah, well, I can't have my favorite whore die.” His wings unfurl and stretch across the bed. The tips of the feathers reach just beyond the mattress, and you shrug. The words hang heavy in the air, and you feel small compared to him. In the mirror, you can see his reflection, his  mouth thinning, and his eyes narrowing. “I- uh- I still have you for ten more minutes.” You make eye contact with him in the mirror. “Get back here. I wanna suck on your tits.”

You stick your tongue out, and your hips sway as you walk towards him, your heels falling carelessly to the floor as you rest beside him. His hands are cold as they peel off your shirt and without a care, he tosses it to the foot of the grand bed. A hand cups at your breast, and you can feel his breath fan over your chest, and you wait to feel his teeth bite at you, but you never do. The wetness of his lips trace over the swell of your breast, a peck pressed against the bud, but never swallowing it. Your chest is heavy with his weight on top of you, and the hand on your breast unfurls and curves over your ribs. His wings expand, and they partially cover you, the softness of them akin to the finest blanket in what only money can buy. 

Realization as what he’s doing has your body heating, and you worry that he can tell with the way that he’s laid bare on your chest, and yet, he makes no snide comments. This is far more intimate than anything you’ve ever done before. With a harsh swallow, your arm wraps around him, your hand reaching upwards to scratch at the back of his head. Your hands knot into his hair, your nails dully scratching along his scalp. He lets out a low hum in response, nuzzling his cheek over your bare skin in approval. 

With a shaky breath, you break the silence. “You know, I was thinking, that maybe I’d uh, give that Hazbin Hotel a shot.” You feel his hands scratch over your ribs, straight, and piercing, and they cling to you as his breath hitches. “I’m not sure I believe in the whole redemption thing, but free housing is nice.” You feel him nod slowly, and you twirl a piece of his hair around your finger. He gives you a short answer, one that is mumbled into your skin and doesn't make its way to you, and his wings inch further up covering more of your body as he brushes his lips against the swell of your breast. You don’t look at the time even when you feel that he’s grown heavier on your body.

[timbertumbr]

Hocus Pocus (Marvin The Magnificent X Reader)

Day 6, “you wake up in a forest and remember nothing” and “carpet.” Thank you all for your comments and reblogs on my posts, I’ve seen em and absolutely love them. Thanks for the support, even if I can’t come up with stories on certain days. ^^,

With a groan, you slowly cracked your eyes open to be met with grass, trees, and some beams of sunlight illuminating where you lay. You slowly raise yourself off your grassy bed and look around in confusion. Why were you here? How did you get here? Where is here? Were some of the few questions that circled your mind as you got to your feet.

You needed to leave, you had a feeling that you didn’t belong here. So with some hesitance, you choose a direction and begin walking, more questions flowing through your mind as you stepped over roots and duck under branches. Who are you? Where did you come from? Why can’t you remember anything?

After who knows how long of walking and thinking, you heard something flapping in the wind. It didn’t sound like a bird… at least, you think it didn’t. It sounded like… cloth? You looked around to find the source of the sound, a shadow casting over you as the sound drew closer. You turned to look and saw a flying… carpet? Within seconds, the strange sight landed only to be met with a stranger, a frantic man with a mask and cape.

“There you are! Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need food? Water?” He asked frantically, magically producing a protein bar and a bottle of water. You were more confused than surprised or afraid of him, he sounded like he knew you…

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You asked cautiously, breaking the man out of his worried trance to look at you surprised.

“Wha- Oh, haha! Very funny, like you would ever forget me!” He didn’t sound convinced.

“I’m... not kidding, who are you? How did I get here? What’s with the flying carpet? How-” With each and every question that flew out of your mouth, his face turned from happy to panicked.

“Ohhhhh, no no no! You can’t remember ANYTHING do you?!” You slowly shake your head.

“No, no no no! This can’t be happening… This is all my fault! Why did I ever ask you to help me?!” He started spiraling, you grew concerned for the stranger and hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, stay with me. Look around you, count the things you see, hear, smell, and taste,” You instructed, as if you’d done this before. He nodded and did as you asked, slowly calming down.

“Right… Right, okay, I assume you want an explanation?” You nodded.

“Okay, so- I needed help with a very complex teleporting spell and asked for your help with testing it. You assisted me by giving me objects to teleport and it was going well! Mostly. Anyway, I miscalculated when trying to teleport something from your hands, and uh- well… you arrived here and apparently with no memory! Haha… Obviously, I panicked and went off to find you using an enchanted carpet that I made to fly, and uh… well the rest is history,” You slowly nodded along to the story, bits and pieces of memories coming back to you.

“Right, it was a… it was a book, right?” His eyes widen.

“OH, THANK MAGIC IT’S TEMPORARY!” He celebrated before hugging you which you returned confused. He releases you from his grip and gently holds your hands.

“Sorry! I’m just so happy I found you and that my mistake isn’t permanent! Come on, I’ll fly us back home, hopefully, that’ll help your memory return!” He lets go and speed walks to his carpet while you followed, unsure if this was something you did on a weekly or daily basis. You shrug as you seat yourself behind him and hold him tightly.

“Oh yeah, I’m Marvin by the way!” He reintroduced himself before taking flight out of the woods and towards home, Marvin huh? Something tells you that name means something very important to you, what it means, you’ll find out soon enough. :)

[celestialkiri]

To save his ego he had a private chat with Sophie and he was very dramatic about it. He just wants to be her special boi even if he doesn't want to admit it.

What really happened..well...let's just say that there was a tiny misunderstanding and the secret admirer was just a normal guy who just wanted to thank Sophie for giving advice. But alas it was too late and the rumors spread like wildfire. Marshal Liu informed Sun Wukong that there might be a possibility that Sophie has a secret admirer according to the rumors around the Flower Fruit Mountain (especially in the palace).

[juniemunie]

Broskis ts!underswap is so fun. every single part of it is *chefs kiss*

I went in completely blind and honestly i think it was the best move i could have made

i love how its just swapped roles but not personalities so it leads to stuff like this its so creative

Anyways have some more self insert sansnomaly (and chara)

[artsyfangirl]

Hello! Ive recently stumbled upon your blog and I love the owl and the mama!y/n headcanons---

If you still take request, A pheonix y/n with the egos?

Feel free to ignore the request :3

Oh my gosh, yes. I love phoenixes. They’re so awesome.

So a lot of the Y/N/Reader HCs are gonna be at least slightly my own interpretation.

So, your wings give off heat, but also embers, just like a fire. Luckily, since they’re moreso magic than normal flame, they only ignite things they touch when your emotions are running high.

You preen, just like any other bird. You have some extra flexibility that comes from being a phoenix, but that only goes so far to let you reach places you otherwise couldn’t. You still need help. It’s not a huge deal usually, as you usually don’t get very dirty or do much that upsets your feathers, but it is still not good.

It’s only once the Egos find you that your feathers get fully preened again. It’s a bit difficult at first, as they have to find someone who can handle the heat of directly touching your feathers, but once they do, it’s like a whole new world has been opened up to you. You had forgotten what it was like to have a fully groomed coat (so to speak).

Like Owl Hybrid!Y/N, you have a flexible neck. You can’t do what they can, but your neck can still bend and twist in odd ways. You just don’t have the ridiculous range of motion that Owl!Y/N does.

Illinois is enraptured by you immediately. Illi loves his folktales and mythology, so he knew what you were the second you unfolded your wings in front of him for the first time. He’s very suave. He flirts with you all the time.

Dark’s very interested. Phoenixes are real??? Hm. Every now and then he catches himself admiring your majesty, and has to tear himself away so no one else notices. But of course Wil notices.

Wil is over the roof. He’s going to try to book you for an interview right away. He’s legitimately giddy. Wil’s not very educated in mythology and folklore, but he still knows of several of your phoenix characteristics because of his knowledge of their reality. So for instance, he knows he can’t stab or shoot you if things go wrong with the interview, because you’ll just heal right back. Not that he would do that anyway. Wil’s actually almost scary with the amount of stuff he knows. You start having some sort of issue because you’re a phoenix? He’s immediately walked off to get you whatever it is you need. You just look at him like, ‘wtf?’

Yancy is a simp. Straight up. Simp. He’s infatuated. But not immediately. First, you had to prove yourself in his eyes. That was immediately taken care of the moment he saw you send a few fireballs after the Actor because the man had been testing his luck with you. Yep. This man is full on puppy dog eyes.

Google’s neutral. Or at least, he tries to be. However, Google is naturally a curious, studious being, so he becomes interested in you rather quickly. Alongside Wil, he’s one of the ones who knows the most about illnesses or problems you might face, but he often takes a neutral stance as he can’t know whether or not his information is true or false, as information is warped over years of oral history.

The Actor’s actually a bit begrudgingly respectful of you. Make no mistake, he sees you as an asset, but he’s also fully aware of your strength, and that if you set your mind to burning him out of existence, he would have a challenge on his hands. He also flirts with you a lot. He’s trying to manipulate you, or at least get your walls down. (He didn’t expect to actually fall for you, though, curses!)

Dark’s aware of this, and as furious about it as he is (he may not know you well, but the thought of the Actor taking yet another victim infuriates him), he respects your strength and he knows that you’re strong and smart enough to figure it out. Doesn’t mean he’s any less pissed though.

Bim is also interested. Honestly, though? His first thought when he met you was whether or not he could use your wings to cook body parts. Kinda like roasting a sausage over a fire? That. Though he also immediately respects your abilities. I mean, if you have wings that are always on FIRE, then who knows what else you can do?

Doc is also curious. Mostly of HOW THE HELL ARE YOU NOT DEAD?! HOW ARE YOUR WINGS NOT BURNT DOWN TO THE BONE?!! Doc may have started as an actor, but he takes his (rather recent) credentials as a doctor very seriously. He knows a lot. SO HE KNOWS THAT THIS SHOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE. This poor guy is nearly in tears after a week long of sleepless nights trying to figure out how your wings (and you) are still intact.

The Jims are immediately ALL OVER YOU. They are just- it’s like watching a pair of hyperactive golden retriever puppies chasing each other across a backyard. It’s endearing, but also makes all those watching feel old and wish they had that kind of energy still.

Engineer is immediately walking up to you, nervous as all hell, but he masks it well, asking you if he could ask some questions. Yes, he wants to use you in experiments. The moment he saw you, his mind zeroed in on the whole ‘magical unknown energy source that causes their wings to burn’ and he immediately started making plans in his head to test this out. He WILL find a way to make an energy source out of whatever it is that fuels your fire, well, unless it’s your life force or something equally as important.

Magnum keeps you away from his ship at ALL TIMES. It’s nothing against you, he just knows from firsthand experience how fire (especially magical fire) can quickly consume a vessel. He tries to hang out with you though, bless his heart. He’s just nervous. He’s very superstitious, and though he’s never heard or seen anything to suggest that those like you could be bad, his prior experiences with fire still cause him to be anxious and on the lookout. He tells you stories, though!

Anti is immediately jumping back from you. ‘Jeepers’ style. Like, metaphorically hissing cat. Like, it’s very reminiscent of how a cat jumps ridiculously when startled. He’s very wary of you. He does NOT like you at first. After all, he can’t affect fire. He can’t COMBAT fire. So yeah. But he slowly starts to warm up to you. Slowly.

Marvin is really excited. Of course he is, he is our resident magician. I’m sure y’all can imagine all the fun things you and him would get up to. For instance, he hangs out with you whenever he gets the chance, and y’all talk and play around and experiment with magic. Well, more like you experiment, much to Marvin’s dismay.

Jackie likes you! In fact, if you ever get in a fight, Jackie will never forgive the others if they don’t tell him so that he can come and watch. He’s definitely going to be taking inspiration from you. He thinks you’re awesome and respects you.

Henrick, much like his brother-in-degrees, has a headache. Henrick stumbles his words around you and is just generally diminutive, though not timid. He tries very hard as well to figure out how your body works. He has such a one track mind that he doesn’t even think to ask you anything and ends up in this spiral of self-induced hell where eventually the others discover just how bad he’s gotten and either force him to take care of himself, then drag him over to you, or just straight up go ahead and drag him on over to you to make him ask you his questions. This poor man.

Once he does get his answers though, he’s actually rather embarrassed. He’ll start feeling really silly and bad about himself, kinda mentally beating himself up, and you’ll have to help him. Probably tell him about how you get the same way with certain things, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just to try and come to you before going crazy next time.

He’s very respectful of you and your body, and he becomes the go-to doctor for when you get hurt. Funnily enough, while you can heal from physical wounds, wounds inflicted by auras or using powers are the blind spot of your healing capabilities. Meaning that you end up in his office a lot because the boys just can’t seem to keep out of trouble or go a week without some sort of accident happening.

Robbie absolutely captivated. He tries his best to walk closer to you, your warmth is alluring to him. He’s so inherently cold, that once he feels heat, at least, heat that he can actually truly feel (aka heat that can break through how cold he is) he tends to get very hot. Like, burning hot. But with you, it’s different. It may be because of your innate healing abilities, but Robbie’s so obsessed. Not actually obsessed of course, I just used that term to try and describe how he feels.

JJ is just- so curious. His eyes are filled with wonder, and he gestures and signs vigorously. If you don’t know sign though, he’ll be downput for a second or two before scrambling to get a notebook and pen so he can write. He’s absolutely charmed by you.

And oh geez. Inside the ‘headspace’ of Dark…

Damien’s really intrigued, to be honest, but he tries to water it down. Keep it on the down low. He’s caught himself watching your flames in a trance like state more times than he can count. He will eventually start to fall for you, because he’s just a soft man who can’t go all that long before starting to fall for someone he loves, but he won’t be aware of it. Celine, on the other hand?

She’s very aware of her brother’s growing feelings for you by that point. But as how Damien’s first impression was intrigue, hers is more calculating. She essentially is sizing up how much of an asset you’d be. Celine’s a woman who gets straight to business, after all. She ends up falling herself, at some point, but unlike Damien, she’s aware of what’s happening, and she tries to resist it. Love (of the romantic kind) has only ever brought her pain.

The Host is also intrigued by you. Though he can’t see you, his narrations make up for it and he’s actually somewhat subdued while around you. I can’t tell if he’s enraptured by you or intimidated. But he finds you fascinating nonetheless. However, he also tends to hide in the library, the one place he knows you can’t follow, because while you might be able to control your embers, doing so becomes more difficult the more flammable material there is.

As a treat for y’all! Some bonus Egos!

KOTS is impressed, but he tries to introduce you to one of his subjects and the poor thing immediately runs away after seeing the embers from your wings. You apologize, since you believe that you did something to scare the creature, but since he is capable of communication with them, he knows that it was just the embers from your fire. This subject in particular had a bad history with fire, having been caught in a forest fire started accidentally by humans. Luckily, King was able to save the squirrel, but the poor thing had been skittish around fires and sparks ever since.

Silver Shepherd doesn’t really care about the fire aspect of you, that is until one of your embers lands on his costume and ignites the fabric. It shakes him, but he’s fine in the end. He also respects you, like Jackie does. Though you two don’t meet often.

Eric is honestly so timid around you! Like, he was already sweating before, but now he’s sweating bucketloads! He’s really impressed by you, and he gains a crush on you quickly. Though he still flinches when any of your embers stray too near.

Yan. Is. So. EXCITED!! He thinks you’re SO cool and his old senpai is thrown to the wayside after like, a week of you staying with the Egos. Legit if you are nice to him, he’s so happy. If you indulge him, for instance, in this case, play dress up with him and let him do your makeup, he will SQUEAL. He’s just so happy and in love.

At first he’s very shocked when he finds out/realizes that the others like you too, but he eventually accepts it. After like, three weeks to a month of pondering. And yes, you can very obviously tell that something’s wrong with him, he’s not as cheerful, he’s distracted, you’ll find him observing the others out of the corner of his eye. He eventually accepts it.

After all, he can’t kill those who are immortal or who have reality bending abilities, and many of the others are actually nice to him. The closest thing he’s had to a family in a long time. He’s surprisingly not going to give that up just so he can keep you to himself.

A/N: I enjoyed this one a lot! I had a lot of blank moments when writing this, but it eventually turned out! And all within like, an hour, too! I hope you enjoy this one, 03! If I can call you that, I just enjoy shortening people’s usernames. If not, then just let me know and I’ll change it!