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Chapter One: Hesitations Downfallen

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

The Family Name

Summary: Stuck in traffic in an overheated car with your fellow camp counselors, you're left with a decision that could buy you more time to chill before the kids arrive at camp, or that'll lead to a major scolding from the Head Counselor.

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Warnings: Cursing, Impulsive Behavior, Peer Pressure, Racism (if you squint), Assault,

A/N: This is something that's... so random for me, personally, to write. I think it's because I'd been following the beta'ing of TCM game and then watching as it released. So we can thank Delirious for this! Considering this is also out of my usual element, I think it'd be fun to experiment with and write something a little more gruesome, unruly, and dark.

It felt like it went on forever, the endless highway turning into road as you lean your head against the window. “I don’t know why they chose to go this way when there’s a fucking downed bridge! If they just followed the map they’d see it’s much quicker if we hopped off and got back on at the Two-Ninety Junction.”

Eyes shifting to the two yellow buses leading your caravan down to Pedernales State Park, you let your attention flicker back out your window onto the grassy plains that seem to stretch on into the distance. Trees sporadically line the walls of fence that edge the highway, roofs of houses now having lessened in number now that you've passed Austin. The plush green and cream-colored grass swaying in the wind is relaxing juxtaposed to the stagnant piled-up highway that’s been directly in front of the car for the past forty minutes.

“Guess someone didn’t read the papers this morning-“ Connie says, “or they were just too lazy to reroute the trip.” The comment elicits a laugh from the group of friends and colleagues you’d been pushed to travel with. As one of the returning counselors this summer at Camp Cherry Springs, there’d been an initiative to get to know the new recruits that had the pleasure of joining you and the more experienced counselors— Connie, Sonny, Leland, Julie, and Ana—in the cars while the ones who’d taken the short straws wound up joining the kids on the buses for the three-hour drive.

With a jerky stop-and-go, cars begin moving ever so slowly. "There's an opening, Lee!" Julie exclaims with a little bounce in her seat as she points out a dodgy game of cutting people off to get to the nearest exit on the highway. Sonny groans in his seat, sitting back against the sticky warm fabric of the car. He fans himself with one hand as you've all been trapped in the car without air conditioning for the past twenty minutes. The engine had started to compensate when it'd begun to overheat.

"Let's just get on with it! If we can get off, find a bathroom, and maybe get something to drink before getting back on the road and still beating them to camp, then I'm in," Sonny concedes. Ana looks between you and Sonny in the backseat, questioning whether she should encourage Julie and Leland's impulsive behavior or stay with the caravan, as directed by the Head Counselor: AKA the Boss.

"Mm, if Sonny's in then I gotta say go for it! What about you?" Ana turns her attention to you for a moment before eyeing Connie in the back. "Connie?"

"Hit the pedal, Lee!" Connie encourages. With the exit just feet away, Leland turns on his turn signal, giving scarce warning before turning the wheel and cutting across three lanes of traffic to get off the highway. The line at the light is still fairly long, but not nearly as horrifying as the seemingly neverending stall of traffic on the highway. Soon enough the street light turns green and you're able to cut a right turn and head down Julie's supposed shortcut.

With a fifteen-minute ride down a local highway, you wind up eventually taking a left, and then a right, and now the town's shops and homes start to turn into barns and acres of farmland. You don't mind, however, the cows, horses, and occasional sheep are a nice welcome compared to the previous mechanic purgatory everyone seemed to be suffering in considering the air-conditioning had stalled. Now, however, the air is back on, though it's not needed. The sun has passed its peak, windows are down, and cool air is freely flowing through the windows of the car, creating a vacuum of pleasant and exhilarating wind.

The thump of the bass of the music playing on the classic hits channel is something you could easily find yourself bopping to, glad your friends had taken that chance. Hand out the window, you watch as it dances in the wind, making shapes with your fingers and letting the wind drift around it. Sipping on the slushie you got back at the Quik-Trip you'd stopped at a few miles back, you let yourself hum in delight at the cool sugary sweet taste. Ana passes over the corn chips and you pop a few into your mouth, crunching away, a blissful contrast of sweet and salty coating your tongue.

No longer antsy and intent on getting to camp as quickly as humanly possible, you can easily see on the clock that you're well ahead of schedule. Once again you've found yourself admiring the scenery, farmland occasionally now interspersed with factories and a ghost town or two. While not uncommon in this area, you find it intriguing to imagine what the towns must've once been like. Surely, someone at some point built the place and was intent to live there. So what was their story? Distracted and lost in thought, you hardly tune in when Sonny speaks up. It's only when Leland repeats what the former must've said that you realize it's more pertinent than you'd thought.

"Bathroom? Good luck finding one out here, bud!" Leland laughs, shaking his head. "Just go in the cup and chuck it out the window."

"I've... actually gotta go too," you speak up hesitantly. Leland's current attitude toward Sonny isn't the nicest, and while you know that Sonny's the odd one out, you can't help but feel compassion for him. The man releases a quiet groan, fingers tapping against the side of the driver's door as he thinks.

"Well, if you see anywhere we can actually stop, then say somethin'!"

Though you'd needed to pee about ten minutes ago, the urge increases, and you all are running out of stops. "Good Barbecue Ahead!" Ana reads a sign as you pass it on a side road. Though some of the places you've been passing have become more sparse and give an eerie sense of de trop. "Maybe they'll have a bathroom there?" She proposes.

"Good idea," Connie compliments, hands resting on the back of your guys' seat. "Plus we could grab another couple snacks if need be."

Focused on the bouncing of your leg, you try to keep calm. You hadn't thought things through before getting a big slushie at the convenience station back there. Luckily, your friends had your back.

As trees pass and the grassy plains start to look a little more habitable, more wildlife emerging, you know you're getting close. "There it is! Pull over, Leland," Julie commands. Knowing Leland, he'd joke, drive past, and then turn around only to go in. Or make Sonny just go in the cup if you hadn't needed to go. A cruel joke, boys being boys, they'd argue.

As the car comes to a stop, Leland decides he'll top off the gas. Sonny races for the bathroom. Ana debates staying in the car while Connie decides to see what barbecue they have. Of course, you follow after Sonny.

Quick Soda. The name of the service station. Underneath the red Coca-Cola-resembling sign lies another one in darker red reading: We Slaughter BARBECUE. The presentation is nice. Pushing the slated swing doors open, you see a bar to your right while a counter lies on your left. Connie inspects whatever's inside the counter's display case, while Ana seemingly decided to join and look at the little gift shop trinkets. "Can I help you?" A sweet and drawn-out voice causes your attention to drift over to the far right where an older lady stands behind a cashier's stand. You hadn't noticed it at first.

"Oh! Hello- Hi- Yes. Do... you guys have a bathroom by chance, Miss?" You ask. While she'd caught you off-guard, you still want to be polite. Even if the need to pee is becoming increasingly more urgent.

"Same as I told that boy. It's 'round back. Got signs on 'em. One for the men, one for the women... 's open." With an unaffected face, she seems ready to end the conversation before sticking her hand out a little for your attention just as you'd turned. "Tell yer frien' to slow down, why don'tcha?" She chuckles.

"Will do, Ma'am. Thank you," you retort, offering a playful smile and nod before heading back outside and around the back.

While the front may have been trim and proper, the further back you go, the less unruly the grass gets. The outhouse looks fine enough, even if it's a little shabby. Luckily, it's only this once. Well... until you get to camp. But it isn't anything unfazing. Country life is different, after all! There's a long white fence out back behind everything, some boards broken, though overall a nice picture of the country as farmland spans on for miles behind it. A few trees scatter the edge of the property, some wildflowers poking out of bushes and the tall grass.

In the outhouse, it doesn't take long for you to... take care of business. Fortunately, there was toilet paper, even if it was one-ply and not the best, you made do. After all, you're sure the shopkeepers are doing what they can and so far their business strikes you as impressive for what you'd seen of the town so far on the way here. That being, there wasn't much of one, really. Though people out here are probably used to a longer commute, you figure. Upon exiting the outhouse you hear a whimpering that catches your attention, worry emerging.

Interest piqued, you walk over to the source of the noises coming from a spot directly behind the wooden building by the fence. After a moment of pulling the tall grass back, you find your lips parting as a silent cry lingers in your throat.

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Like an angel surrounded by white and pink, the color of all things lovely, there's an innate femininity in the way she holds herself. Perhaps it was the jewelry adorning her earlobes, neck, and fingers, or the way her face was painted that day... yet ultimately it was a sight to behold there in the flesh. A swish of her long locks over her shoulders to gracefully tumble down her back, her eyes set upon him.

Lips parting in surprise and shock at the unexpected sight, astonishment is the only word that comes to mind. It's the one that made her hesitate momentarily as she took in his soft-looking curly locks and the intense set of eyes drawing her to the giant before her.

Only a matter of a yard and a half stood between them, yet it didn't take long for reality to set back in. With determined, purposeful long strides, he attempts to close the distance before she even thinks to run. The woman whips her head back toward whatever she'd been looking at before meeting his eye once more.

Putting her hands up in a silent command, she makes a pushing movement twice, a telltale sign for him to 'stop' or 'wait'. He knows that much. Repeating her earlier movement of gauging something in the grass beside her, beautiful light eyes find dark ones again. The man hadn't slowed down from her perception, yet he'd been taken aback for a split-second, causing him to second-guess his familial orders. Finger raised to her lips, she commands him again. It flicks downward till she's pointing at the shielded spot. Whatever lie in the grass, it's not visible to him from the few feet still lingering between them. Her vision shifts again, yet once they meet his, it's over.

Another surprise, a fortuitous omen, perhaps, if one believed in such things. An unforeseen exchange, something he never would have predicted upon waking this morning; a smile graces her lips. Teeth peek out from behind her rosy lips as her hands curl up in front of her, beckoning him over with a tacit motion. Upon first glance, he could admit to himself that his reaction was not one he anticipated, personally. Though the signs and motions elicit a curiosity that one cannot deny has its clutch on humanity. Especially those that are sheltered from much of life's offerings. It doesn't even feel like a decision; at least, not a conscious one, at that. Thomas slows his pace down to a quiet, normal approach. While the woman may not know that her implicit request was unnecessary, being there no current reason to speak, he follows suit, nonetheless.

"Look!" She quietly calls, voice traveling the short distance between them now as he bends her knees slightly, vision returning to that patch of grass once more. "Look."

While it may annoy him to no end that whatever it is certainly has more intrigue than him, the excitement that fills him in anticipation is exhilarating. There's a fear too, no doubt, a worry that she will make a break and run for it once he finally gets close enough. However, the kind regard has left him feeling a multitude of emotions he can't begin to comprehend, nor analyze at this moment in time.

As the giant of a man slowly gets within reaching distance, she points out the object of her focus in hopes of sharing a fond memory with someone. None of her friends had come in search of her, and while the saying of 'stranger danger' is by no means simply a children's tale, she's found there tend to be many more friends than foes in the world. "Look at how cute," she whispers, the smile never leaving her lips as she shifts her vision between the giant and the sight. Within the tall green grass sat behind the rest stop's main building there the woman had heard a quiet 'chittering' upon exiting the outhouse. Being one of a curious nature, she found that in a divet where the grass has clearly been passed over many times, there was an open bundle of kindling, soft fur, twigs, and grass all twined together. That, though, had not been the cause of her smile. Inside, a nest of baby bunnies were wiggling and squirming about as a way of seeking each other and their warmth out.

Hands on her knees, the woman finally looks back at him, this time with a concerned look in her eyes. "Do you think their mom abandoned them?" Thomas' eyes finally detach from the adorable sight before them. He wants to tell her that 'No. It's unlikely,' yet he can't bring himself to. She shakes her head, a smile reappearing on her face once more as her attention returns to the sight before them. "What am I saying? Of course not. She's probably out getting food for them or something. They're fine." Watching the woman straighten her posture, he does the same, however, he still overwhelms her stature by easily over a foot and a half if not more.

A little daunted by his stature, she continues to smile through the uncomfortability of being so close to a stranger, a man, at that. "Right?" She asks, attempting to break the silence between them as he still hasn't said anything. He hadn't even commented on how cute the baby bunnies were! Their fluffy little bodies and tiny ears still pressed to the napes of their necks, eyes not yet opened. Watching him slowly nod his head, eyes having never left hers once they'd both come to a stand, she's finally relieved that she's not talking to a wall. Just as she searches his eyes and goes to say goodbye, he quickly brings his intertwined hands down upon her head. There's a feeling of falling, and then... blackness.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Your Only Option

Yandere Otome Game Character x GN Reader

TW: psychological horror, trapped forever in a time loop, yandere behavior, mind break, and manipulation

It was always spring when your world would reset once more. When the flowers were in full bloom and the scent of spring was heavy enough to make your head spin. You were in this digital world you had somehow ended trapped in, forever forced to repeat the story premise until you inevitably had to start over once more… yet you always ended up with only one of the capture targets. The villainous crown prince, Edwin Fritz.

Edwin was your favorite character in this game prior to you ending trapped in it. He was the hardest character to romance but the creator had stated in a forum that he was a yandere. The kind of character you were a sucker for each time! With his silver hair and crimson red eyes, you always melted into a puddle when he’d appear on your screen… yet it was much different in real life… Edwin was terrifying.

You spent over a hundred hours playing the game to romance him because you adored his twisted love routes, but it was so different now that you were in the game… especially since he’d always greet you at each starting point.

Both of you retained your memories of the countless previous games and he’d always greet you with an extravagant gift of some sort… must be the perk of being the villainous crown prince.

You gulped when Edwin made his way over to you, his crimson gaze didn’t leave your shivering form once. His large form easily towered over you as he held a giant bouquet of ruby roses in his arms. A ghost of a smile on his gorgeous face.

“Hello, darling.” Edwin handed you the roses before his hand brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. “You tried to talk to Count Jesse in the last game play through… do you enjoy making me jealous?“

You trembled like a leaf but gave Edwin a bright, reassuring smile. You needed to reassure him before he went ballistic in a fit of rage… and you didn’t want to see other characters die again. “Of course not, Edwin. I only love you after all.”

Edwin pulled you into a hug, the roses in your arms shedded a few petals from the embrace. You gulped when you felt his breath shudder. “You do, don’t you? That’s why you’re the only one who didn’t give up one me…”

Edwin sighed dreamily when you relaxed in his hold. “I don’t know why you keep associating with such lowly characters when you have me. I can offer you such a wonderful life of luxury. You’ll never die or age. We can truly be together just like you’ve always wanted before I brought you here! You said you hated your life prior to me.”

Edwin pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. He didn’t care about the gazes from the other nobles at this small party. You were his in this life and his again in the next loop. Forever and ever and ever and ever. No one would be able to take you from him. He would keep repeating this loop until you swore you’d be his spouse!

“So what do you say? Will you be my spouse for all of eternity or do you want to keep playing this game?” Edwin gave you a smile that made a chill run down your spine. “I don’t mind repeating time another four hundred times until you finally relent.”

Edwin moved to cup your cheeks between his hands so his eyes could look into yours. You felt as if you could drown in the sea of obsession that lies behind those ruby red eyes. “I’m your only option, after all.”

[missglaskin]

Yandere S.T.A.R.S Team (Resident Evil) platonic headcanons

Note- I am back (It's been years), this has been in my drafts so I said fuck it/this is so messy and the timeline/canon may not be accurate but enjoy! This is mainly platonic, but w/some characters it could be interpreted romantically

Characters; Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Forest, Brad Vickers, Forest Speyer, Richard Aiken, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey

The first person you perhaps meet is Albert; he is the leader of the S.T.A.R.S Team. Not only do all the recruiters get approved by him, but he also overlooks all your tests. He greets you like any other, but gradually something takes a hold of him. He's in denial at first, even seeming harsh. You may initially believe he didn't like you; oblivious to the countless files and cameras hidden everywhere.

Having the rest of the team be just as enamored was not on the table. You are immediately welcomed by the team and Rebecca is the first to befriend you since you two are the youngest of the team. Like how Richard was tasked with watching over Rebecca, he’s tasked with the same responsibility over you (even if Wesker preferred to do it himself).

Chris can't help but grow quickly fond of you. He positions himself in the role of your protector; feeling the utmost responsibility for your happiness and safety. So if you have any problems - whether it's with Chief Irons or getting in trouble for say, breaking a rule; trust he'll be quick to intervene and 'save' the day.

You're all Chris ever talks about to Claire and before long, the two of you cross paths. Claire, like her brother assumes herself in the role of being your friend right away. She occasionally pays you visits and you can be sure that you will receive calls from times when she's unable to visit. Claire expects Chris to keep her informed of you at all times.

Barry, Enrico, and Kenneth all take fatherly roles; they look at you and already placed adopted papers on the table ready for you to sign. It makes it all the harder for Wesker to have any absolute control as they all put their foot down.

Barry adores you and it’s not taken lightly when it’s said he treats you as his child, probably cause he views you as actually one of his own. He invites you to a family dinner, introducing you to his family who all naturally take a liking to you. Barry insists on his house always being open if you need a place to stay or run into trouble. 

Since Barry sees you as his own, there is a never-end to his dad jokes. Even when you comment on how terrible it is, he likes seeing the smile on your face. Trust you'll be invited to every birthday, barbecue, or any family Burton event.

Enrico while he adopted a fatherly role, he was a bit reluctant to get so attached to you. He’s the few in the team who's fully aware and doesn't hesitate to call out the others when he thinks they are going too far. He worries a lot about your safety, and most times it's Enrico who comes out on top of arguments on who gets to drive you home. 

Kenneth as the oldest of the team, feels the most responsible for you. He is aware just like Enrico and doesn't wish for you to be scared of him or the team. He wants you to come to him whenever you need anything, even for small tasks such as finding a specific file. Like Enrico, Kenneth has no problem telling the others to back off if you need space.

More trouble comes along when Forest and Joseph come along. They develop their tendencies the quickest and tend to be the most clingy out of the team. They (along with Chris) become your partners in crime.

Joseph is someone you can always count on to make you smile even in the most serious of situations; he doesn’t care when others lecture him for it. You're not safe from his teasing. Granted you're not the target of his pranks but he likes to poke fun at you from time to time. It's why no alarms are ringing in your head when he says something questionable, assuming he’s just being Joseph.

You're not safe from Forest's playful teasings either. He can be a little annoying, poking your cheek or trying to tickle you when wanting your attention. Like Joseph, he's very affectionate, putting his arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your lap if you allow it. The others lecture him for doing it so publicly but Joseph knows it's jealousy talking more than anything.

As said, a squad of its own is formed; Chris, Joseph, Forest, and you. While they tend to be jealous, the three are okay with sharing when it comes to each other. Forest and Chris enjoy competing in shoot training and showing off who can do it better, inviting you to place bets. They're happy to show you all the gun's tricks and let you choose your weapon's signature.

Joseph, being a mechanic, can't always spend as much time with you. But he'll eagerly drag you into teaching you the ropes, whisking you away from the other two. He beams with pride when you grasp something from his impromptu lessons. Even if he's not exactly teaching you anything, he's happy to chat about anything as he works. 

Jill becomes someone you’re close to, someone whom Chris and Barry trust to leave you alone with. She’s not afraid to whisk you away from the others when she wants to and won’t hesitate to call out anyone selfishly taking your time (Uhm Joseph). 

Most of all, Jill loves having girl time with you. She's there for any fashion advice, gladly taking you shopping to revamp your wardrobe. If you're unsure how to do your makeup, she's eager to help, though Jill never wants to teach you so you can keep coming to her.

Jill is also willing to use any excuse to have you stay over at her place anytime even suggesting sharing an apartment to ‘save money”. And if you think Wesker’s the only one with a bunch of files, Jill has a hidden drawer filled with everything she has on you. 

Brad becomes incredibly attached but is a bit shy about approaching you. He'll do little things to make your day better, like bringing your favorite coffee (watching you do it too many times) or organizing your desk just the way you like it.

Brad tries to agree with everything you do, supporting any ideas you bring forth in, team meetings and hesitates to snitch on you, always trying to talk to you first to prevent trouble (aka punishments). Similar to Kenneth, he's aware of his tendencies and doesn't want you to fear him.

Richard is the softest guy on the team as said, was tasked with watching over you and quickly grew fond of you, He has made it well known that if you ever need help you can seek him out even when you get in trouble, he’ll gladly keep it hidden from the others to avoid you being in trouble even taking the brunt of it.

If you find yourself spending time with Richard, trust that Rebecca is there, too, being the sweetest in the group as well. Initially, she might not fully grasp her tendencies, but once she does, her sole concern is your safety and happiness. She frowns upon hearing Jill and Chris discussing ways to keep you confined and is the one who tries to reassure the others not to be too 'harsh' on you.

Edward may appear intimidating, but he's actually a softie at heart. While he might not warm up to you as quickly as Forest and Joseph did, given some time, he grows fond of you and eventually places him as your trusted friend. He's aware that his demeanor can be intimidating and desires nothing more than for you to feel comfortable opening up to him, always offering a smile whenever he sees you around the RPD.

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Chief Irons has learned that you're the one person he can't even dare to go near. You might be a troublemaker, breaking every rule in the book, but Albert will put his foot down to ensure nothing comes of it. It's enough that the rest of the team has a dislike towards Irons, and he, along with everyone in the RPD, knows that crossing you means crossing the Stars team.

Wesker also keeps the extent of his monitoring and knowledge of you a closely guarded secret. He's aware that Kenneth, Enrico, Richie, Edward, and Barry all vocally dislike the idea of 'stalking' you in such ways (they all do but try to keep it as ‘morally right’). In his grand plan, he hopes to lure you away, but he must do it in a way that won't raise suspicion.

You have the most protective people watching over you. Even a simple accident like someone spilling a cup on you puts everyone on high alert.

Your favoritism doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the RPD, sparking rumors around the station that Edward and Barry quickly shut down whenever they hear someone bad-mouthing you.

Chris and Forest, on the other hand, can be incredibly impulsive, leading to all sorts of issues that Wesker and Enrico have to deal with. Jill and Joseph even got in trouble once for punching someone.

That means going on no dangerous missions; the one thing they all agree on. Wesker ensures that all your missions are carefully managed, eliminating any risks of you being in danger, and he pretends not to know what you mean if you ask. The other members are willing to gaslight you, suggesting that you just happen to get the easy ones, even Rebecca and Brad.

They're all eager to fight each other to train you, each claiming they're better at teaching you self-defense. Chris and Forest are the ones who usually end up teaching you since they're often the first ones to arrive. But everyone knows that if Wesker insists on training you, they can't object. And it's probably for the best, as some (Uhm Richard, and Edward) will pretend to lose or go easy on you because they don't want to "hurt" you.

The team normally doesn’t go out, but they all want to spend time with you. Usually, all of you go to diners (except for Wesker, wonder why). There's a little argument over who should order you to prove who knows you the best.

Your seat is chosen to please everyone, sometimes between Jill and Chris, other times between Richard and Rebecca. Another silent argument happens when they debate on who should pay for you; Enrico succeeds by slipping the payment to the waiter when the others aren’t looking.

Everyone always makes sure you come home safe. You expect numerous calls from everyone checking up on you. They all secretly know you're fine, as they're in cahoots with each other, but they just want to hear your voice.

There's also a chance that if Richard, Forest, or Jill are the ones bringing you home, they'll make some excuse about needing to stay overnight because they're tired or the weather is bad.

 If you need someone to drive you to the station or pick you up, perhaps because you can’t drive, they're all willing to fight each other once again to do so. They've left important meetings or appointments countless times just to rush to your aid. It's almost always Wesker, Richard, Enrico (and sometimes Chris) who beat the others in picking you up.

Once again, you're always taken to events that the teammates have. Brad is getting takeout, he's on his way to pick you up since he assumes you're also hungry. Forest wants to go out for a drink, prepare for him to be at your door, and when you attend together, he’s protecting your drink with his life and will even pretend to be your boyfriend. Barry has a baseball game he wants to attend, so why not come with him and his family. 

Jill needs to pick up a new outfit or something in the way, she decides to take you as well. Rebecca comes along, and sometimes the three of you have spa days in the process. Rebecca also loves going on road trips with you; there needs to be a person or two with you to ensure nothing bad happens. Rebecca once brought you to her favorite team's basketball game and the two of you shared those nachos and fries. It was Rebecca's happiest memory.

Movie nights are a must. Brad and Edward agree with anything you wish to watch, while Jill and Joseph are fighting over which ones to watch. Chris and Forest are trying to get your attention more than actually watching a movie. Meanwhile, Rebecca is actually enjoying the movie and wants to talk to you about it later on. She and Richard ensure you have your popcorn, and Richard brings your favorite bakery treats.

Expect to be always praised when you're around the team. Wesker himself praises you for a job well done whenever you find a clue or bring him the right file. Richard, Edward, and Rebecca are the most vocal. Also expect Chris and Barry to give you a pat on the back, while Forest and Joseph jokingly pat your head.

Wesker has you as his right-hand assistant, even when it’s not officially confirmed as such. You're tasked to help and stay by him whenever he needs assistance. He pretends not to see everyone side-eyeing him when he places your desk right next to his, but then again, they all ignore his stare when they come to your desk for whatever excuse they need.

The best people to comfort you are Barry, Enrico, Kenneth, and Richard. These men hate seeing you in tears. Brad will try to make you laugh while hugging you, while also finding the right words to comfort you. You can lie to Enrico, and he'll still know; he's memorized your body language, pulling you into an immediate hug before the tears even come. 

Kenneth's ability to comfort shines in giving the best advice and solving any issues you have. Richard will sit next to you and listen; it could be the middle of the night, and he'll gladly answer any call or stay up to do any activities that will cheer you up.

Something everyone has huge arguments about is punishments; it gets heated at times. These discussions are, of course, not done in your presence.

Wesker is open to punishments, Chris and Jill agree with precautions, and Barry may reluctantly agree but claim he wants nothing to do with it. Brad and Rebecca voice their disagreement but can’t really intervene. Edward and Richie, like Barry, say they want nothing to do with it. Forest and Joseph don’t like it but will let the others make the decisions. Enrico and Kenneth are the most vocal against such decisions.

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Everything is going well in the team until the mansion incident.

You had to be with the Alpha team, unaware of the fate that fell upon the Bravo team, as there was no way Wesker would have let you out of his sight.

You had to witness Joseph get mauled by the zombie dogs, and if it weren’t for Wesker shooting the one coming at you and Chris pulling you along, you may have been a victim of it. Getting into the mansion has them immediately checking for injuries, only to realize you are just shaken up.

If you try to suggest coming along with Chris to check on what’s happening, Wesker immediately disapproves, even pulling rank to have you stay by him, and Jill agrees. Chris assures you he'll be just fine.

Things happen and it may lead you to be separated from Wesker and Jill. It makes all of them panic and look for you. Chris is nervous but assumes you must be with either Wesker or Jill. Jill and Wesker are trying to remain calm as they search. There is a chance you will meet Rebecca, who informs you of Edward's death, and this leads to you reuniting with Chris. 

Alternatively, you may come across Barry, who refuses to leave your side, leading you to reunite with Jill. Both scenarios will have you meeting Richard, who immediately embraces you upon seeing you safe. You may also encounter Enrico, who seems hesitant to inform you of who he believes is responsible for the situation.

Forbid you get injured at any moment in the mansion, everyone will be in panic. Barry will try to reassure you, holding your wound while Jill rushes to get any herbs. Or Rebecca will try to tend to you while Chris silently panics in the background, refusing to leave your side. Richard will insist you stay in a room for your safety while he tries to find Rebecca or first aid. Enrico tries to remain calm, bringing you along with him as he rids the area of any zombies, fearing the risk of leaving you alone.

Soon enough, you will find out about Wesker's involvement, and his first act is to keep you as a hostage, even knocking you out. He’s merely bluffing but needs to keep the others away. If he encounters Enrico, he is well aware the man knows he’s a traitor and will kill him in front of you. After all, you will know the truth either way.

It all ends with Wesker believed to be 'dead,' killed by the tyrant, and the mansion about to blow up. You and everyone mourn all those who you have lost, and you are surrounded by the remaining survivors as they try to comfort you and tend to any injuries you may have gained. 

You are too lost in your grief and all you have experienced that you don’t realize the eyes all watching you, as they all make a silent vow to themselves to forever keep you safe. And most of all, you don’t know that Wesker has been reborn, getting out of the mansion as he plots his revenge.

@aphroditelovesu @yanderes-galore @gwynsly @tiddlybops

[prettybean]

FUCK GOD I'M OVULATING, I NEED A FANFIC WITH KEGAN AND HIS FINGERS. I CAN'T STOP IMAGING HOW HE WILL BE ME, STUMULATING MY PUSSY EVERYWHERE/// SORRY

SORRY i made you wait forerer😭 HERE YOU GO THO, we always need some keegan daily stuff

Less than 5 minutes (KEEGAN +18)

(fem reader) tw: fingering, hand fetish, squirt

You've always felt attracted to Keegan's hands, so veiny, large and gentle at the same time. Every time he touched your skin you felt like a shiver down your spine and if you thought about it a little, you could feel your panties getting wet.

He was well aware of this. He always seized the chance to flaunt the size of his hands: "I could make you come with just two fingers," he say, as you lounged on the couch. 

"Excuse me?"

"It wouldn't take more than five minutes to make you all wet on this couch," he continued, his voice dripping with a hint of mischief, as you found yourself instinctively pulling your legs closer together.

"stop it" you said firmly, but he paid no heed."I bet when I'm not around you touch yourself for me thinking about my hands, what a good girl" he started caressing your thigh before forcibly opening your legs, whispering "Do you prefer to come on the floor or on my face?"

A moan escapes your lips just hearing that question, before lying down and showing off your wet panties "Keegan.. only with fingers" you asked and he nodded, moving the panties to the side, biting his bottom lip at the sight of the your naked sex.He softly blows against it, making you tense, before running a finger between your folds, up to your clit. "I haven't even started and you're already about to come, sweet girl?" 

Your eyes close "fuck Keegan, touch me." He smiled as he continued to provoke you "I think I didn't get it right, what do you want?" he said before pressing a finger to your opening, only giving you the tip.

"Put your fingers in me, Keegan, please I need it". You said and Keegan immediately stuck two fingers inside your cunt, moving them in and out, curling them. "hurry up pretty girl, I said you'll come in five minutes and that will be it" he reminded you as he pushed a third finger, making your back arch.

You moaned his name loudly at him as he held you still with his other hand, holding your legs open to get a better look at your pussy filled with his fingers.

"Come, Now," Keegan added a fourth finger, almost feeling like the veins in his hands were rubbing against your sex. You held your breath, until you felt the whole sofa wet and an immense pleasure in your lower abdomen. "Fuck Keegan" he watched you squirt everywhere, licking his lips. Your eyes meet his, noticing how your entire face is also wet, so much so that he reached out to try and dry it.

"even less than five minutes, you really like my fingers, huh?"

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quotes

(Y/n) - My tits are awfully heavy, mind holding them for me for a while? 😏

Leon - Oh my god yes, PLEASE! 🥺

[blackdollette]

My mom passed away yesterday and I am in desperate need of a comfort fic with Spencer Reid </3

my most heartfelt condolences, anon. :(( i pray that everything turns around for the better for you.

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fluffy drabble, spencer comforts reader

silence draped over you and spencer like a warm blanket.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked out pained yet quiet sobs, your body rocking slightly. his arms were locked around you, pulling you into a long hug and letting your tears saturate his t-shirt. he didn’t mind it at all.

you curled up into a ball, the pillow underneath your head completely soaked. spencer rubbed slow, gentle circles onto your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making you lift up your head so that he could exchange your wet pillow with his dry one.

you felt a pang of pain in your chest as he did this, the simple action representing how he always put your burdens upon himself. you felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness, and another wave of heavy sobs hit you. a pounding sensation flooded your head, making the room spin.

spencer sighed deeply, sitting up from the bed and leaning back against the headboard. he pulled your head onto his lap, looking down at you as he stroked your tear-strained cheek gently. “hey, look at me…” you swallow hard, managing to wipe away a few of the tears that clouded your vision. 

he held your chin with the same tenderness that would be used for an infant. “i’ve never seen you this sad before…” your heart broke at the shakiness of his voice. seeing you in this state was killing him on the inside. he took a deep shaky breath before pulling you up, setting your body onto his lap and giving you a soft kiss on the nose.

“i know this hurts, my love. but you will never be alone as long as i live.” he took your hands into his to still their shaking. “i promise that i will be with you until you get through this.” his voice broke as tears began to swell in his eyes. “it gets better, baby. i promise…“ he held you close to his, the tenderness of his massages helping your heartrate to still.

he looked up at you, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. “remember, it’ll always be you and i. and nothing will ever change that.” he smiled a little, making you do the same as you sniffled. he laid back down with your body on top of his, rubbing the same patterns onto your back as you closed your eyes. silence falls over you once again as he does the same. as you two drift off to sleep, he manages to mutter one last thing:

“i love you…”

[shiny-kaibernyte]

If you're taking requests, I love Drayton (favorite Dragon boy) and as a Fairy trainer, I'm super curious what the romantic (and friend) dynamics would be with him. So, I guess I'm asking for Drayton x Fairy reader content? 😅🩷

This gives me opposites attract vibes. The sweet Fairy type dynamic compared to Drayton being Drayton is a vibe I can get behind!

Pixie Wings | Drayton x Reader (Fairy specialist)

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

After growing up together traveling the unnova region side by side; when Drayton moved away to blueberry academy, he felt a small part of him was left behind. But fate seemed to have other ideas when a familiar face shows up to brighten his day.

Warnings: Lots of fluff with a little bit of Lacey hate

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for The Indigo Disk Ending

Why is Alcremie so cute? Like look at that lil guy, lil buddy so happy to be here 💗

Today was the day, the day you would travel to the blueberry academy. The school upon the sea! For the longest time, you had spent all of your time inside a stupid office building of a school. So when one of your closest friends and yourself both received letters of enrolment to the school; the stars aligned again! Though that didn’t stop the waves of nerves rushing over you. Seems you weren’t the only one feeling them, either.

Sitting on the plane, the nerves settled deeper and deeper in your gut as the mixture of excitement and dread flooded your every thought. Questions rolling around like the ocean tide below you, covering your mind like a cloud does the sun.

“What's got you so quiet?” A voice piped up from your side, “Nerves getting the better of you?”

With a deep sigh, you scrunch your noise, fingers placed on the bridge of it. “Sorry, sorry, I just keep thinking about everything that's going to happen when we arrive. I've never gone to a place like this. Sylveon was acting up all morning too, she isn’t much of a flying fan.”

“I get that, Mimikyu is the same, I can feel his ball shaking in my pocket.” A laugh escaped the both of you as the small talk wafted the clouds away from your mind. “I know you are going to be fine! You're the best damn fairy type trainer I know, and I know a lot of them! I went to a prep school for two years. You don’t get more fairy type than a blonde teen obsessed with make up.”

“That is very true.” The smile on your lips grew bigger as you leaned back into the plane seat, looking out the window to see your destination below. “I wish I could tell Drayton about this…”

“I know…”

Time went by quickly. Upon arriving at the school, a fellow Fairy type user gave you a tour of the building and the terrarium to boot. Teaching you all about the BB League and the other clubs around the school. A nice bonding session as well with your mutual feelings on fairy type Pokémon. She was nice, her outfit was cute too, though there was something you didn't quite get along with about Lacey. “And that about sums it up! To recap, the terrarium is split into four sections, the savannah biome is where the school entrance is! If you are a battler, the BB league is located inside to the right of the stairs. The elite four bases are spread out throughout the terrarium. Be careful when you go for the dragon trial, he, um, tends to get a little full of himself. Nothing new though. Just be advised to not fuel his ego any more than it already is.”

“Will do, thank you again for this. We look forward to seeing you at the trials!” You pipe up, disregarding the comment she made about her ‘friend’. With a small wave, Lacey spun on her heel and headed off for the coastal biome.

“Well, that was something.” Your friend piped up, trying not to laugh about how awkward that last part was. “Considering she calls everyone in the BB league club her friend, the way she speaks about the Dragon elite four members says otherwise. I mean she didn’t even use his name? How can we go off of toothpaste for a name?”

“I don’t know, but I'm sure we’ll meet him. Who knows, maybe it's a sibling rivalry sort of thing between them. Kinda felt like it to me.” You question, attempting to come up with any reason she may have been particularly pokey about one member and not the rest.

The sound of a poke ball stopped your conversation dead in its tracks. Your Archaludon had decided he was bored with the conversation and wanted attention now. Sylveon may have been your first Pokémon, but Archaludon held a special place in your heart; being the only reminder of Drayton you had. It was his Duraladon after all, a parting gift he gave you. It may not have been a fairy type, but that didn’t stop you from putting a fairy tera on it. Just for argument's sake.

Sitting down on a random rock, you quietly feed Archaludon a poffin, keeping him entertained whilst your friend rummages through her bag, finally zipping it back up once she was happy with whatever she did. “Well, I'm a head inside. Lacey describing the science club got me all giddy. Joltik agrees with me.” A small chirp followed your friend's voice as her tiny joltik popped out from her hood. How you didn’t notice it this whole time is beyond you. With a silent wave, you watch her walk into the distance. You weren’t alone for long though

“Two new students in one day and no one told me!?” A voice chimed up from along the beach. A boy, taller than others you had seen during the tour. His hair was spiked up at the front in one big swoop, kind of like, toothpaste. Just like Lacey had said. Though you could only see the back of him. From his outfit, he definitely fits the bill of dragon trainer. 

That's when it hit you. Something about that hair seemed so familiar to you, and it hit you like a tauros. “Do my eyes deceive me!? Drayton? Drayton!! I can’t believe it!”

His neck snapped so fast, it was a surprise he didn’t give himself whiplash. The sound of your voice being music to his ears. Seems his feet began moving on their own; he didn’t even register he was moving till he was already hugging you tighter than a mousehold. “How are you here? What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that!” You respond, wrapping your arms around him tighter, still trying to comprehend the fact he really was there with you. “You moved to the other side of Unova!”

Drayton’s laugh coated your ears, causing your already beaming smile to brighten even more. “Well I didn’t say exactly where, probably should have mentioned the ocean school part huh.”

“Yeah, I've missed you so much, Drayton. Things just haven't been the same without your lively presence.” He had no response to that, only a simple hum as he moved away from you, his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his face. 

That's when your entire team all decided to join Archaludon outside. Sylveon comes out first, running around Drayton’s legs, her blue coat fluffing up with every pass she makes. Your Archaludon was already watching the scene, if it had a tail it would be wagging. The sight of his old trainer and his current trainer looking so happy made the bridge happier than a yamper. Vanilla Alcremi came out not long after Sylveon, doing a little happy dance alongside your Hattereen. Silently your white florges admired the situation, being the newest of the team she simply watched, enjoying the reunion that was unfolding.

“Seems you were not the only one who missed me!” Drayton chuckled, running his hand along Archaludon’s side.

“Would seem that way. When Lacey described you earlier, you were not the person I pictured.” You admitted thinking back to what Lacey said.

Drayton smiled and pulled you into his side to allow the Archaludon to nuzzle into him, his arm around your shoulder. “Ah don’t pay Lacey any mind, she isn’t too fond of my fighting style, she thinks my attitude is unprofessional. Her words, not mine.”

“Well I think your fighting style is great, even if I can beat you no problem.” A cocky grin painted on your face, teasing him.

“Oh is that so!? How about we put that to the test, then?” Drayton offered his signature smirk appearing

[essektheylyss]

enough reader x character fic. we have surpassed the need for reader x character fic. we need to move onto fic where I personally kill a fictional character with my bare hands

[bunnys-kisses]

wash away the residue - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating: 18+ summary: Astarian was a generous lover. Maybe not in certain ways, but when it came to being intimate with you, he thought you deserved all the pleasure he could give you. It started at camp on a warm afternoon. Astarian kept close by as you washed your clothes in the nearby river. He knew that when you cleaned your clothes it left you nude for a little while they dried. So Astarian had to make sure that you were safe tags: pwp, forest/outdoor sex, oral sex/fingering, cowgirl position, 2.3k of smut join my discord

Astarian was a generous lover. Maybe not in certain ways, but when it came to being intimate with you, he thought you deserved all the pleasure he could give you. It started at camp on a warm afternoon. Astarian kept close by as you washed your clothes in the nearby river. He knew that when you cleaned your clothes it left you nude for a little while they dried. So Astarian had to make sure that you were safe.

He had an affinity for you, he thought you were simply beautiful. There was a stunning quality to you both in battle and in casual endeavors. It made him ache. How he’d love to reach out and kiss you. To fuck you, to have a sweet taste of your blood.

But for now he’d stick close to the tree line and protect from a distance. And since he was there, he’d enjoy the view.

You sat at the edge of the river, the water was slow moving. You took your time lathering your skin with the bar of soap you carried with you. You made sure to get every last inch of skin. After the fights you’d been having, it was nice to wash away the grime. You did hate how cold it was however, unlike the warm water of the inns in town.

Your hands dipped between your legs to wash and you let out a small moan. It had been too long since you had been intimate with someone and it wasn’t since the last town that you had touched yourself. So any amount of attention to your pussy made you feel tingly all over.

Your clothes were nearby drying on a large rock. The sun beamed down on you through the trees as you put the soap to the side and got into the river. It was cold, but refreshing against the afternoon air.  You heard a branch snap and you quickly turned around to see where it was coming from.

  “Astarian?” You asked as you looked at him with wide eyes.

  “Oh, hello darling. I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said a little nervously. He cleared his throat, “How are you?”

You turned around fully to face him with your hands to your chest, “I’m alright. How did you find me? I thought I was far enough away from camp.”

He chuckled, “Well, I was looking for firewood and ended up a little farther than I hoped for. I promise I wasn’t peeping.” He stepped forward with a smile, “You look beautiful if I do say so myself. Do you… Need a little help?”

Your eyes went to the soap then back to him, “I did all the washing already. But I don’t mind you keeping me company.” You smiled at him and put your hands down to expose your breasts to him.

The thought of littering your skin with his bites made him excited. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he moved further from the tree line and towards you, “You don’t mind me seeing all of your beauty, darling?”

  “I mean, I think all of the party has seen each other naked before. There isn’t anything you haven’t seen before.” You said before you put your head under the cold water to get the soap out of your hair. When you emerged again, droplets of water streamed down your body and back to the water.

You looked back at him and he looked at you with his eyes wide. In that moment it clicked together, Astarian found you arousing. He thought what was before him was beautiful, that your body was beautiful. You got the rest of the suds off your body before you climbed out of the river and headed towards him. Your hips swayed as you approached him.

  “What are you looking at, Astarian?” You asked as you reached down his shirt.

He swallowed, “Well, you see…” His eyes looked down at the tops of your breasts.

You chuckled softly, “Does the suave rouge want me? Were you really looking for firewood, or were you looking for a peek?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you close to him. He leaned in and kissed you passionately on the lips. He held onto your wet shoulders as he felt your front wet his shirt. When he pulled away, he admitted, “It would be an honor.” The last word held on his tongue and caused you to shiver.

You covered your mouth as you laughed then took his hand back to the river. You laid out on the rock beside your wet clothes and pulled him in for another searing kiss. You hooked a bare leg around his waist as the kiss deepened. You felt your back grow warm from the heat of the rock.

  “Please, let me.” He said as he pulled away. He was out of breath as he pushed the hair out of his eyes, “Let me make you feel good.” He pulled away from you and got between your legs. His body felt warm as he placed his hands on your thighs.

You swallowed anxiously as you felt the first licks at your clit. Your toes curled and wanted to close your legs, but Astarian prevented that. He made sure they were wide open. You covered your mouth with your hand so as to not alert the rest of your party. The last thing he needed to see was the two of them in such a compromising position.

  “mmm, you like that don’t you? How my tongue feels on your sweet sex. I bet no man has ever made you feel this way before.” He said as he gazed at your inner thigh with his fangs. You jumped but he kept you pinned to the rock, “Now don’t go running away. I want to devour you.” then continued to lick at your clit. His cock was hard and heavy in his pants as he pleasured you.

  “Ah! Astarian!” You yelped, but your hand muffled most of the noise.

The sounds of the forest were all around you as he ate you out. As he pleasured you with his tongue. From the sound of the river, to the chirping of birds, and the gentle breeze. Soon your other hand went down to his hair and held onto the white locks. You panted against your hand as you felt the pleasure move through your body.

Your heart raced, you felt your legs stiffen and your toes curl. He was devouring you and savoring every last lick. You held onto him as you let your noises go through the forest. As you sank deeper into pleasure you didn’t care who heard you. It would be quite the story if someone found you. You crossed your ankles onto his back as he continued to orally pleasure you.

  “That’s it, darling. Your sounds are so beautiful.” He purred.

  “Please, Astarian. Ah! It feels so good!” You moaned.

He groaned against your soft pussy and then continued to suck at your thighs as he worked his fingers inside of you. He played with your clit with his thumb which made you moan louder. Paired with the simulation of his mouth on your sensitive thighs, you felt like you were on cloud nine. You never imagined that the vampire would have such a way with his tongue in a sexual way.

He began to lick you again as his fingers worked your hole. He felt your thighs inch closer to his face as he pleasured you orally. He was impressed with the noises he was able to pull out of you. He was more proud of himself than anything. He chuckled against your heated flesh.

  “Such a good girl.” He said, his voice muffled by your thighs. He looked up at you from between your legs. He licked across the entirety of your sex as he maintained eye contact.

  “Fuck, Astarian.” You whimpered as you felt the pleasure become overwhelming.

Water clung to your skin as he gripped your thighs. He groaned against your pussy, he panted wildly against it and went back to using those quick fingers to pleasure you once more. He knew that your wetness was all over his face and his hair was a mess. His body felt hot and sweaty with his shirt that was now stuck against his back.

You wrapped your legs around him further with both hands in his soft hair. And with a few more strokes of his tongue, you climaxed.  You held back the moan in your mouth for fear of being too loud. You tensed up for a moment before you relaxed against the warm rock with the sun beaming down on you. Your panted wildly and your bones felt like goo. Your head throbbed from the intense sensation and Astarian rose from between your legs.

He stared down at you with his pupils blown out. His chest was heaving. He then leaned down to your face and deeply kissed you on the lips. He pinned your hands to the rock and deepened the kiss. He pulled away soon after and stared down at you. His erection was fully visible in his pants.

  “Do you mind helping me?” He asked.

You gazed up at him, still coming down from your high. You smiled at him, “Of course, I’d be honored.” Then leaned up to kiss him once more. You pulled him back down to him and rolled him onto his back. You held his face for a moment, “You owe me another bath after this.”

  “Of course, my love.” He said with a smile, “Anything for you.” Then started to get his cock out of his pants.

It was a quick endeavor to get his hard cock into your slick pussy. All of the wetness between your legs provided effective lubrication for your sexual escapade on the rock. He held onto your hips to guide the pace as you started to roll your hips. You placed both hands on the rock by his head for support as you felt the man’s cock moving in and out of you.

  “That’s it.” He said almost lovingly.

  “It feels amazing.” You moaned, “Who knew having sex with your smart ass would be so good.”

He quickly slapped your ass, “Darling, you better watch your tongue. Or I’ll put something in there to shut it up.” His firm tone made a shiver run through you. He watched your breast jiggle as you rode him, which only aroused him further. You looked good on top of him and the idea that there was a world of sexual positions you could find yourself in excited him.

Because now that he had a taste for your flesh, he knew nothing else would ever satisfy him.

Your bodies moved together as you felt the rush of pleasure move through your bodies. The sex felt exciting. You moved as fast as you could, the sound of flesh hitting flesh in the afternoon sun. Your stomach flipped as you felt the intense heat of pleasure. Your breathing was ragged and your pulse raced. You felt the water on your skin still but slowly getting dried from the sun.

You leaned in to kiss him once more in an effort to muffle your noises as you two humped against one another. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you moved up and down on it. The kiss was hot between you two. It was mixed in with pleasurable noises of sex. When you pulled away you gazed into his eyes and pushed the hai out of your face.

  “You are divine.” He said almost breathless, “My darling, you are the most divine woman I have ever seen. I find myself growing addicted to you. I hope you know that this will not be the end of intimacy between us.”

You nodded, “Of course, Astarian. You make me feel so good.”

He grabbed at your ass and hips as he met your pace. His breathing was heavy as the two of you fucked in the middle of the woods. You were certain it was more common than you thought, but the idea of being so vulnerable out here was a big turn on for you. You kissed him once more in a heated exchange. You breathed heavily through your nose as you worked his body.

You knew you were going to be dead on your feet after this, but you had Astarian to make sure that you were clean. After all he caused the mess in the first place, it was the last he could do.

  “Fuck.”

  “I know.”

You two went back to passionately making out under the bright afternoon sun. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as your stomach twisted into knots. The thrill was exciting, unlike anything you had experienced before. Having sex with Astarian was akin to a feeling of utter euphoria. As you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his.

The heat between you two was becoming unbearable, you soon needed release. With a few more bucks of your hips. You dug your fingers into your palms as you orgasmed. Your head felt numb for a moment as if you couldn’t form a coherent thought. You swore your mind went blank as Astarian thrusted up into you to meet his own climax. He soon came as well and you both breathed heavily to the sounds of the forest.

  “Holy-“

  “I know.” You panted as you slid off his cock and laid beside him in the sun.

He turned to his side to protect you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head as his breathing started to level out. He said quietly, “Beautiful. You were so good. Maybe tonight we shall sneak away and do it again. I know I’ll be craving you again.”

You knew it as a promise and you knew that you’d need him all the same. You leaned up and kissed him on the jaw as you came down from the high of sex. He grabbed your ass and kissed you once more. You had a feeling you were going to need more than one wash to get rid of the smell of Astarian.

[raccoonfallsharder]

eidos-rocket headcanons

nonnie asked: Do you have any head canons for Eidos Rocket with an S/O?

sweet chickadee, do i ever. sfw & nsfw headcanons for eidos-rocket behind the cut. my headcanons are too long tho so thursday i will post the lil minific that i wrote you. gn reader & it's just a tiny bit spicy (i'll link it here once it's posted). i hope you enjoy! ♡♡

here it is: ᯓ⋆｡°✩practice (an eidos-rocket minific) ✩

also please bear with me if there are any major inconsistencies with game canon. unlike the movies, i couldn't really rewatch a million times, nor is it quite as easy to do research to fill in the gaps as it is with the movies.

initial ask | the beard | rocket smells like oneshot masterlist | headcanons & imagines masterlist | main masterlist

sfw headcanons

eidos-rocket dates a LOT. he's a big fan of the idea that two (or more) people can enjoy themselves and each other without any strings attached. unfortunately for you (and himself), the only people he's ever felt (or allowed himself to feel) committed to were lylla and tella, and to be honest, he's got a lot of hang-ups about both of 'em. one sacrificed herself so he could be free of the kree and he still feels like he owes her; the other stole the ship he hacked for her and left him to the wolves. if he's had any scrap of personal affection or optimism for biologicals left after rak-mar, it had evaporated then, and had only been resurrected by (and exclusively for) groot.

nevertheless, he'll get along with you as well as he could be expected to get along with any new person in his life. maybe you're a newbie on the guardians team, or maybe you're a stranger he picks up at a contraxian bar. hell, maybe you're a dancer at that place he likes so much on knowhere. he'll put up with you the same way he puts up with mantis: a little baffled at what he perceives as your weirdness, and surprisingly receptive to whatever endearments you accidentally levy against him. but whether your presence in his life begins with a sexual proposition, a date, or a job on the milano, once he starts developing more intense feelings for you, he'll shut down. even having a crush will feel like a betrayal of the otter who gave her life for him to escape the kree - plus he’s not really looking to get betrayed again. he'll spend way too much time hating himself, distrusting you, and trying to push you away - usually by blaming you for petty slights that he knows he's either made up or exaggerated. (better to get pissed at you for some stupid minor insult or misunderstanding than get betrayed later.) of course, every time he’s a dick, he'll feel like scut about it. he'll have a powerful urge to grovel, but he’ll ignore it - at least till he finally believes that he's safe to feel something for someone again. luckily for him, he's got you to help him get there.

remember how protective eidos-rocket is of groot? now that he trusts you and realizes how much he wants you in his life, he's starting to feel the same way toward you. well, not exactly the same way, obviously - but though it's taken him a while to come around on it, he now realizes you're just as sweet as his big best friend, and just as in-need of someone to look out for you and make sure you're not taken advantage of by all the scut n' chogs out here. you think it's just impatience at first - when he starts towing you around knowhere with your wrist clamped in his hand - but it's more about wanting to make sure he can keep track of you, and plant himself safely in front of you if any weirdos show up.

like his counterparts, eidos-rocket doesn't sleep much. if he stops thinking for long enough to rest, his mind immediately rotates wartime memories and flashbacks from the kree labs. he'll spiral out, thinking of the brain-numbingly repetitive tasks he'd been forced to do, growing more and more panicked rather than actually resting. plus, something about sleep makes his subconscious call up memories of the sensory deprivation tanks. sure, they weren't as painful or agonizing as his other memories of conditioning, torture, experimentation, and battle, but they're what he most often has nightmares of: being nothing, floating in nothing. the epitome of alone-ness. which is why he's such a sap for being touched. the first time you'd reached out instinctively to ruffle the too-soft-looking fur at the base of his thickly-velveted ears, he'd swatted at you with both hands like you were a goddamn bug. flarkin' infantilizing, he'd growled. but at some point, you'd done it again (on accidental impulse, of course; all things considered, you're probably the least invasive person he knows, so he should really cut you some slack). it had still given him a bit of panic, but no-one had been around, so he'd settled for glaring at you. fortunately for you both, it hadn't been too long before he'd admitted to himselfthat he wants you to touch him all the time.

now that eidos-rocket trusts you enough, he’s particularly partial to you grooming him. the feel of your fingers stroking through the ruff along his cheeks, running through the surprisingly-silky texture of his little beard? he loves when you braid it for him. it feels so good that he can’t help but close his eyes and tilt up his face, like a cat getting chin-scratches. if he’s in a good mood, he’ll even let you pick the beads. that’s a gesture of true intimacy, by the way. you think he’d trust just anyone to honor his aesthetic?

since we're talking about his goatee and his aesthetic, let's admit that eidos-rocket is by far the most vain of all his current incarnations. the manicured neatness of that little beard and its embellishments? the obscene fluffiness of his tail? this guy uses a high-quality oil to keep his fur and skin in good condition. it started when he stole some fancy beard-oil from some spartoi jerk for scut n' giggles, but then he'd learned the luxury was actually pretty nice. he'd eventually found a knowhere vendor he can buy some good stuff from, and for pretty cheap. he gets it custom-made, and it's mostly scentless, with undertones of something like black pepper and cedar.

speaking of fur: bury your nose in eidos-rocket's fluffy neck-scruff and you'll find that in addition to the faint cedar-and-pepper scent, he smells like iron, engine fuel, and something reminiscent of gunpowder. and maybe some kind of booze he probably didn't pay for at mantlo's - like a spicy, caramelly kind of rum. plus, he for sure smokes, so he probably smells at least a little like burnt everbloom, which gives him an additional sort of smoky, gingery scent.

nsfw headcanons

let me be real clear that rocket in almost all universes and timelines will fuck (barring certain kinds of trauma i'm not into adding to his life-story). mcu-rocket knows better than anyone that bodies aren't a good indicator of a person's worth. comics-rocket is canonically attracted to people of all shapes and sizes and numbers of tentacles or whatever. similarly, eidos-rocket seems way more interested in whether or not a particular partner or partners are going to make him feel good (and his own ability to make them feel good) than whether or not they have a certain kind of genitalia, how many limbs they've got, or their percentage of body-fat. (again, physical sensation is a whole thing for him thanks to the history of sensory deprivation…)

relatedly & since we mentioned how much eidos-rocket struggles with the memories of the deprivation tanks, it’s worth noting how much he craves your touch as a result. the truth is that having you wrapped around him for the whole sleep-cycle makes it a lot harder for his subconscious to convince him that he's still stuck in sensory-deprivation. even if he does start to drift into one of those dreams, it takes less than a second on waking to remember that he can still feel, and what he feels is you, all around him. maybe he'll press his ear to your chest: even though he can already hear your heartbeat without trying, he wants it so loud that he can taste it. sometimes, that's enough. other times, he'll wake you by pulling you fully on top of himself, needing the heat and weight of you, feeling your pulse against his mouth. if he's a certain kind of desperate, you'll wake up with his tongue or his dick inside you - as long as you've said you're okay with it, of course. i don't think eidos-rocket considers himself into somno, per se - this is far more about an urgent need for the comfort of feeling you more than kink, necessarily.

but since we're talking about kink, let it be known that eidos-rocket is the most openly-filthy rocket. he's got no problem acting out in public, touching you, trying to embarrass you. ugh, i hate gettin' wet; wet fur is the krutackin' worst, he'll say loudly in front of the whole fam. then, without skipping a beat, his eyes will dart at you mischievously. well, maybe there're some exceptions...

there's also something of an exhibitionist in eidos-rocket, as long as he's the one pulling the strings. getting you aroused in public is a fun game and it makes him smug as hell, and he doesn't generally think about being self-conscious about sex after having spent so much time on knowhere and contraxia. but on the rare occasion that you turn the tables, and he gets flustered - self-conscious, flattered, turned-on, needy - he can't hide it anywhere near as well as the other rockets. mcu-rocket might scuff his feet, scrub at the back of his neck, and look away; comics-rocket barely reveals anything beyond a brief widening of his eyes and a flicker of tail and ears (unless he's a skottie young rocket, in which case, he has no shame whatsoever) but eidos-rocket will be trying (and failing) to hide his blush so obviously that the poor guy might as well not even have any fur. i mean, hell, did you notice the scene where quill was like, "you deserve a little praise"? poor guy was curled in on himself, hiding his face, suddenly couldn't have mouthed-off to save his life. speaking of praise...

eidos-rocket generally likes to be in charge in the bedroom, like all rockets - but if you want to see his mouth snap shut, his eyes get wide, and watch him unravel into something close to subby, all you have to do is offer up some sincere, specific compliment. yeah, i headcanon all rockets as having something of a praise-kink, but how that looks can vary wildly across the multiverse. for this guy? well, let's just say that if you play your cards right and tell him just how good and deserving he is, eidos-rocket will be salivating to give you whatever you krutackin' want.

other kinks? eidos-rocket will try almost anything twice, as long as he feels safe (admittedly, that's a high bar, though you've managed to surpass it in multiple ways). but we know he's mentioned how much he enjoys "the place with the dancers." you may or may not have easy access to a pole - but offer him a chair dance, and those clever hands of his will be clutching and flexing, eyes unblinking while they drink you up. clumsy? he doesn’t care. the very idea of you dancing for him turns him on as much as actually watching your beautiful body undulate, revealing a bit more of yourself to him with every breath. let it turn into a lapdance and he'll think this is a newer and more dangerous version of the Promise — and even if it is, he ain’t tryin’ to leave. he'll fight himself to keep his hands off of you, not wanting it to end even a half-second early. eventually, it'll become a competition between the two of you: him trying to keep you writhing on him for as long as possible, and you trying to get him to break and fuck you. by the time he finally cracks, you might regret riling him up so damn much.

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The Family Name

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Summary: After your friend's SUV breaks down in Fuller, Texas, you're forced to stop at a local service station to repair it. After being taken hostage by a group of strangers, it's up to you whether or not you'll survive.

Warnings: Cursing, Impulsive Behavior, Peer Pressure, Racism (if you squint), Assault

Mentions of:

Chapters: Hesitations Downfallen | Revelations |

[wanzerous]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍.

you were out of this world. literally. you crashed in mondstat with no recollection of yourself. your name? you didn't know it. your birthday? nothing. all you had were the clothes on your back. completely defenseless, you were approached by the knights of favonius who brought you in for interrogation. and before you knew it, you were questioned by a guy with a careful demeanor and another with a love for 'subjects'. kaeya x fem!reader x albedo.

.☆。• *₊° 003 - 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙳𝚂

 ❝   𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒... 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘. . .  ❞  𝑺𝑨𝒀𝑼 , 𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑶 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 .

you were left alone for the remaining of the night. resting in the cool bed you were offered in the lone room. eyelashes fluttered, as slightly puffy eyes gazed out the window. the moon was so bright and full ... it was pretty to look at and admire. the soft whistle of the wind, and a soft tune that you had never heard before. the exciting music seemed to subside; the cheering and clapping came to an end. the music you heard was so soft, almost like the sound of a ... flute? ah, or maybe lyre? it was beautiful, and it became a lullaby for you. the sheets rested gently across your body, and you closed your eyes. the sound -- eventually growing muffled before you drifted into an easy sleep.

you were tired. so tired, that you felt like your body fell through the bed... and the floor ... and beyond the world you were physically in. your body felt heavier; as if you were being pulled down to the core of it all. and yet, you weren't afraid. it almost felt like home.

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morning rose, and the birds sang. the once relaxing moonlight was overthrown by the feverish sun. said sun burned your eyes, and you stirred in your sleep, before slowly opening them. your vision was cloudy, but you pushed yourself up and rubbed them. you rubbed away the sleep; a soft pout of your lips as you yawned. " you're awake, " a relaxing voice spoke, and you jumped before looking to find the source. as your vision cleared, you took in the appearance of a shorter male with blond hair, " good morning. "

you identified the gentleman as albedo. he sat in the corner with a sketchbook in his hand. how long was he there? you furrowed your brows in confusion as you let your hands rest in your lap, " good ... morning. " you greeted him, as he focused on the book in his hand. there was a slight, very subtle smile as he closed the book and stood up, " did i startle you? " albedo questioned, with a slight raise of his brow. you weren't sure if it was a trick question or not. you stared dumbly, before nodding your head.

" i see. " albedo took note, " my apologies, then. " he then looked over at the door as there was a small knock before it was opened, " hey! you awake? " amber questioned, poking her head into the room, " oh! mister albedo! what are you doing here? " amber smiled, stepping into the room before looking over at you and waved, " good morning! did you sleep alright?"

you figured this was a sign that you needed to get yourself together. you pushed yourself onto your feet, your body shivering at the coolness of the wooden floors. you smiled and nodded your head at amber as she gave a thumbs up. you began to quickly fix the bed to the best of your ability, before running a hand through your hair to work out any kinks.

" i merely came to sketch her, 'twas all . " albedo answered as amber tilted her head, " she appears to be an excellent model. especially when asleep. " albedo clarified himself, " she wears gentle features. it is quite easy to captivate it on paper. " so that explains why he was just sitting there. but when did he get there? did he ever sleep? you tried to piece it together, but it only hurt your head. and then your stomach growled, and you froze. so embarrassing!

" oh! i came to bring you to breakfast! master jean's request, of course! " amber finally spoke up, " mister albedo, would you - "

" no thank you. i have research to work on. " albedo shook his head, " thank you for the offer. perhaps later. " that was his cue to leave. he gathered his sketchbook, and left the room, " he's so anti-social. " the brunette grumbled, " anyway, come on! it's a beautiful day, so we'll be sharing it outside! that, and because she intended on showing you around town! " amber marched forward and took your hand, guiding you out the room ...

HUMANS WERE SO FRIENDLY.

WAIT .... HUMANS? 

why did you isolate yourself as if you were not human!?

you were pulled down the large stairs; amber jumped from the last stair or two before landing perfectly on her feet. and before you, stood master jean and miss lisa. they waited for you at the grand door, and you felt nervous once more. " sir kaeya isn't joining us? " amber asked and jean smiled wishing you good morning before speaking, " he will not be. he intends on joining us for lunch, though. " jean spoke before looking you over. " was the room to your liking? " the attention fell on you, and you grew shy. with a nod, you went to slightly hide behind amber. 

you didn't know why you were still so shy with them. they were so sweet to you; they took you in, fed you, gave you clothes ... so why did you feel so secretive with them? you never spoke to them; they never heard your voice, but kaeya did. albedo now did. for some odd reason, you felt so much safer when they were around. especially kaeya.

albedo put you a bit on edge. he was silent, and he had an observant gaze that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. he smelled of the unknown, and you feared that. something about him threw you off, and yet kaeya ... smelt so alluring. the bat of his eyelashes, and the whites of his teeth ... the sultriness in his voice, and the firm hold of his grip ... you weren't sure. but even he had that scent of the unknown. it was something you picked up easily. 

you were led out of the headquarters and under the bright sun. the breeze swayed through your hair and you shut your eyes at the coolness. the weather wasn't overly hot nor cold, but just right. your finger grazed along with the stone fencing, before taking in the sight of the large statue you could spot over a tall wall. that must be the statue that barbara was talking about ... the anemo archon, right? from where you stood, it was beautiful. the wings spread from afar made you feel a bit of sadness. you weren't able to figure out why, but you silently followed the others down the many stairs. 

eventually, the scenery grew quite familiar. the town square that was brought to life at night seemed quiet for the moment, and bare. a few bustling people here and there. and the smell of delicious food made your stomach growl once more. " good morning! your table is ready! i'll bring your food right out " sara waved with a smile, gesturing to a table to fit the four of you. 

you sat, and admired the town. it was light. like ... the wind was just... so light. moments later, sara brought out trays of food and beverages. tea break pancakes, mint jelly, sweet glazed bacon, eggs, and toast with jam .. it all looked amazing! your eyes widened at the food, and lisa giggled, " don't be shy cutie, dig in, " she smiled and gestured to the food, " help yourself. " jean added on. and you couldn't help but nod, and do what they told. you made a plate with a bit of everything; the food from last night was so good, you wondered if it would be just as good now. 

and it surely was.

you ate with a soft blush and content hums. you enjoyed the food, while they ate and spoke softly. they decided that they wouldn't pressure you to speak since you haven't done so just yet. with your cheeks full, a soft tune rests on your ears. the one from last night, was it? the soft strum of a lyre that was so delicate that you were shocked you could hear it. and without a word, you stood up, hoping to locate the sound, while trying to quickly swallow the food in your mouth. 

" is something wrong? " jean asked, ready to stand if need be. and yet lisa softly whispered, " maybe she's just so moved by the area ... she's fine, i'm sure of it. " it's not like you were a hundred percent cleared. you could still be a threat, and jean didn't want you rushing off and something happening. she still did not trust you, but she tried to be respectful about it. you slowly moved from the table, following the sound to the best of your ability. the music slowly grew louder, and louder, and your strides grew larger too. a very small crowd thickened, and you pushed yourself through the few people. 

so close . . . 

until you collided with another, and the impact would have made you fall. however, they were quick enough to place a hand to the small of your back to catch you, and their hand took in your own. it all happened so fast, that you didn't know who it was. but there was cheering, and you looked up at the person who saved you from meeting with the stone ground.

" what's the rush, little one? " kaeya asked, " were you that eager to remeet that you just so happen to fall into my arms? " he teased you, " is it a dance you want? "

you then realized the cheering was encouraging the two of you into a dance. " n-no, that's not- " you managed to croak out as you shook your head, " oh don't reject me now, " he chuckled, " not while there are people waiting for us to perform. just have this dance with me. " 

you looked around and the crowd thickened, as they continued to clap to the live music. you were so hesitant, and it seems like kaeya noticed this. he pulled you closer, " just follow my lead, snowflake. " and you were whipped away. your body against his -- the coolness of his body's temperature clashing with yours. he quite literally swept you off your feet quite a few times. 

but if you were being honest, you were having fun. you were able to match his pace; a burst of confidence. it appears that kaeya was able to notice this new confidence, and he allowed you to lead. each movement was gentle, each dip swayed, and each twirl reminded you of the beautiful wind that blew through your hair. and in the midst of the twirls, you locked eyes with the bard ...

a young male with green and white attire, a bright smile, and the smell of the wind. the soft forest scent, mixed with booze, and yet he wasn't drunk. he wore two braids in his hair that complimented his appearance nicely, and he smiled at you while he played the lyre. the crowd synced in with their songs, and cheered and clapped until it came to an end where you were applauded. with a soft rise of your chest, you turned to look at the bard, " e-excuse me! i just want ... to say that your playing is- "

" beautiful isn't it? " the unnamed bard finished with a cheeky smile and a laugh, " why thank you, you kind dancer! thank you for tuning in! " he grinned proudly, " the performance was splendid! however, i will have to trouble you for some mora, of course! these hands don't just entertain for free! " mora? like ... payment? 

" very humorous, venti the bard, " kaeya butted in, obviously experienced with his ways. you stood beside him, watching as venti grinned at the taller knight. " maybe i'll give you additional since your playing gave me the chance to dance with her. " he dug in his pocket, pulling out a small pouch, " or, better yet, why don't you join me for a few drinks? i'll treat you, of course ... " kaeya offered, before looking over at you, " care to join us? " 

well , you didn't drink, but you didn't mind spending more time with this charming knight. but maybe you'll settle for something non-alcoholic.

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the outing with kaeya and venti was a bit chaotic. kaeya was fine, or so you thought, but venti ... he was a loud drunk. but kaeya kept his promise and paid for the drinks; even if he had to pay for a bottle or two for the bard. you didn't know kaeya all that well yet, but it seems like he was searching for something. it was almost like he wanted some kind of information out of him. " oh! sir kaeya! " amber called out after walking through the doors, " can i talk to you for a second? it's a message from master jean! " as venti mumbled to himself (rather loudly) kaeya looked at you, and you gave a nod.

" you can go, " you whispered, " i'll stay here. " the cool guy stood before being led outside of the tavern to talk one on one with amber. there was a bit of shuffling beside you and venti now took the spot of kaeya. 

" WHO SENT YOU? "

he leaned closer to you, completely red in the face. his words, though it was only a few, slurred over one another. he furrowed his brows at you, a mix of distrust lingering all over his face, 

" WHY ... ARE YOU HERE? "

you stared at the bard; his teal eyes seemed to glow slightly. you were confused, and he took a slight lean back, " i-i'm ... sorry? " you didn't understand. who sent you? why were you here? you had no idea what he was talking about ... maybe he was fooling around? he was drunk after all but ... you didn't feel safe right now. venti glared at you, finger tapping at the bottle in his very hand, 

" YOU SHOULD BE DEAD. I GOT RID OF YOU ... A LONG TIME AGO. SO WHY ARE YOU HERE? "

he seemed annoyed, and he grimaced faintly. he used his other hand to rub at his head as if he were upset or stressed about something. " did i fail ... ? or were you simply reincarnated ... " he groaned, before pushing the bottle away slightly and resting his head on the table. " i ... do not understand. do you ... know me? " you pushed further, hoping to get anything out of this bard.

there was a faint silence before he suddenly laughed right as kaeya entered. " we have to go.  " he announced, and you shook your head, " no i ... i need to - " " no worries! t ... thank you for the *burp* booze my dear soldier! y'know ... *brup* next time, i'll play for you free of charge! just bring me a fine apple when the time comes, yeah? "

" then it isn't exactly free of charge then. " kaeya chuckled, as venti joined in on the laugh, " that's the way the world works! " you wanted to stay but you also didn't want kaeya to get in trouble because of you. it was a setback, but you pushed yourself onto your feet wearily. " amber's outside. why don't you wait with her while i finish up here? " he whispered in your ear, before gesturing to the door. 

venti wasn't the same as he was moments ago. all of his seriousness faded within an instant, and he was toying with the bottle of booze without another care in the world. so you nodded, before meeting with amber outside. 

" YOU SHOULD WATCH HER... YOU BEST BE CAREFUL WITH WHO YOU LET IN. "

venti hummed tiredly, " don't wanna trust someone you know nothing of, right? " he gave a drunken smile, as kaeya gave an understanding nod, " it's funny you say that, " he gave a final wave, " until we meet again, bard. "

he did have a point. why were you here?

[ when stars align. || kaeya x fem!reader x albedo ] [ 2698 words ] part one: [here] part two: [here]

[blackpanda48]

He can be beautiful

Lie's of P fanfiction/ Pinocchio x fem!Reader

Notes: little fluff and yeah it's spicy🔥♥️

It is already late at Hotel Krat. The evening is your favourite time, when everyone comes to rest. Soft tones chime from the gramophone. As you stand in front of it, admiring the beautiful music, you notice a presence behind you.It is Pino, short for Pinocchio.

His hand lifts slightly, blue-grey orbs shifting over you form, you notice how he lingers. Almost hesitantly as if he wants to ask you something? You grab his hand with a little smile on your lips. Will you ask him for a dance?

Reader: Will you dance with me Dear?

Pino: shyly Sure... It would be my pleasure.

The music changes, now a waltz. Pino begins to move, taking you, his hand, as your own. His movements are slow... Yet so certain. He holds you close, eyes focused on your face.

You notice he's looking at you. You blushed so much and looked away.

Pino: a bit more boldly Hey... I.. I was wondering if I could kiss you?

Reader: Yes

Pino: Thank you

He gives you a warm smile, before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on your lips.You kiss him back. Deepening the kiss between the two of you.

Pino wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his hand resting on the small of your back. You didn't want to stop. But you had to.

Pino: a bit more passionately Please don't stop...

He presses the kiss even harder, letting his free hand slide along your cheek.Not letting him go, you place your hand on his cheeks too. Kissing him more passionately.

Pino's hands start to roam, caressing your thighs and pulling you close again. Soon enough, he is whispering.

Pino: I have to tell you something...

Reader: Tell me

he leans in closer

Pino: I want to go to my room with you~

Pinocchio whispers teasingly.

Reader: Then please take me with you~

Pino takes your hand. He gently leads the way to his room, closing the door behind him. After he closed the door and turned around, you immediately kissed him. With more passion.Pino smiles as he kisses you back. There was no denying that tonight was a night full of passion, you could both feel it.

The next morning you two were laying beside each other cuddling.

Reader: For a puppet like you this was very passionate.

Pino: smirks Oh, is that right? And why is that? Do puppets not feel love like human beings do?

He chuckled, pulling you close to him once more.

Reader: Of course, they can feel love just like humans. I just really enjoyed last night with you.

Pino: he smiled As did I. To be completely honest, I was hoping for a night like this. Your lips were the sweetest things I've ever felt. And your warmth...

He kisses your forehead, smiling even wider.

Reader: I love you Pinocchio💕

Pino: he sighed in relief I... I love you too.. Y/n~

He laid his head on your chest and closed his eyes. The smile on his face said it all.

A/n: I hope you all like it💕

[prettybean]

GHOST

“A table for one, please”

Prompt: Ghost is a waiter

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I still wonder why that idiot Soap insisted so much on me going to this restaurant. Two weeks ago, while he was surfing the internet, he discovered this little-known place in the city and incessantly begged me to accompany him. I can't believe he left me here alone. I hope he has decided on the place where he will be buried; at least that man will make up for the waste of time.

I silently enter the restaurant, looking around to admire the interior: many small lights cover the sofas and each table is elegantly set. Everything has its place, including the decorative plants delightfully positioned at the sides of the room. I stare at the waiter for a few moments; his back is turned as he checks the reservations of the latest customers to arrive. It seems strange, considering that the only ones inside are the two of us. I weakly touch his shoulder to get his attention: "Hello, may I ask you something?"

"Do you see anyone else?” His husky voice jumped to my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

“Are you going to make me wait any longer?” I gasp. I waited so long to come up with an answer that his patience seemed ready to evaporate. Why was he so nervous? “I’m sorry, a table for one”. He starts walking briskly towards a secluded corner of the restaurant, almost away from everyone, as if the tables for one aren't sad enough already. At least I can enjoy a panoramic view from the window; it doesn't seem so bad." my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

"This is the menu. If you want help, don't hesitate to call me." His almost sarcastic tone makes me turn up my nose as I sit down and start leafing through the paper, observing the various dishes under the hard eyes of that waiter.

I feel his gaze burning me from afar. It doesn't bother me that much; I just wonder what is interesting to observe in a customer deciding his dish. That man is so strange. Maybe he doesn't appreciate his profession or he simply woke up in a bad mood.

After several minutes, I raise two fingers to get his attention. "Can I order?"

"You are in a restaurant; I'm pretty sure you can." That acid tone again. I could go crazy. "I'm sorry," I say, looking down. Yet, a soft laugh escapes the lips of the boy next to me. It lasts a few seconds, as if he didn't want me to notice. "I'll have some Chili," I whisper, pondering my choice once again before the man jots down my order in a notebook, vanishing towards the kitchen in silence. How nice.

I can't believe that Soap did that again. He didn't even have the decency to call me and explain the situation; instead, only a miserable apology message appears on the display of my mobile phone, alongside a laughing emoticon. I feel my blood boiling in my veins. We've been friends for years, and it's no coincidence that he decides not to come at the last minute. In most cases, I find myself eating alone in the most varied restaurants in the city.

The waiter interrupts my thoughts, serving me the dish I had ordered earlier. “Simon, come here”. A slightly taller boy with a fairly thick beard calls him from behind the counter. Simon? I would have imagined a harsher name for that rough man. I wonder why he hasn't been fired yet for his ways or why there are so many positive reviews online.

I get up from my seat; my meal is now finished, and I head towards the exit. “Did you eat well?” His change of tone and his less-than-formal words make me blush slightly. “Yes, the staff was very friendly”, I add ironically, rolling my eyes for a few moments. His face softens, as if he remembered to relax just now.

“I imagine, especially if you have customers during closing hours”. The waiter holds back a smile when he sees my expression after his last words. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life; I hadn't really paid attention to the time. The tension spreads inside the room, and my downcast gaze of repentance is directed at my feet.

Simon holds a business card close to my face. "Don't hesitate to book next time." "I'm sorry," I stammer before taking the ticket in my hands, leaving the place in a hurry. I can no longer bear the air of misunderstanding that was created; I feel the air missing. His aura is so powerful that I now feel my legs melting from the pressure.

I glance at the business card with the intention of throwing it in the nearest bin, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“You forgot to pay, sweetheart -the waiter”

Soap, go fuck yourself next time.

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Imagine # 1,063

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 2 minutes (short & sweet)

"You've had so much done." Jack murmured softly as his fingers traced over the tattoos adorning (Y/n) hand. "It was like an addiction." She said with humor in her voice. His blue eyes remained locked on the ink staining her skin, enamored by the intricacies of each piece. "I never liked tattoos much." Jack admitted, as his fingers drifted from her hand to her wrist. He then hooked his finger in the cuff of her sleeve, and pulled it up to reveal even more tattoos. "Always thought it made people seem like they were trying to be something they weren't." Jacks fingers dragged up her arm slowly, before he turned it over and traced back down to her wrist. "But not you." He muttered softly, his eyes locked onto his favorite of her tattoos. "You are a work of art, you exude elegance and grace. You are strong and you are brave. You take every ounce of pain in stride, and shrug it off like it was a mere annoyance. I envy your dedication to it." He admitted as he tore his eyes away from her tattoos, to look into her eyes. His swirled with raw emotion, while (Y/n)'s held curiosity and wonder. "You sound like you're in love." (Y/n) whispered softly, her heart thundering in her chest. "Maybe I am." He shrugged casually, his eyes casting back to her tattoos, which he continued to trace. "Maybe I am too." She whispered into his ear, content with allowing him to toy with her stained skin. All the while Leon sat across from them on the airplane, looking and feeling completely bewildered to see the Major acting so strange with (Y/n). "What the hell was that?" Leon muttered under his breath, his heart freezing when he locked eyes with Krauser.

This wasn't how I initially intended for this one to go, but I like how it turned out. And I hope you did too. Don't forget, likes, reblogs, and comments, are all greatly appreciated. Enjoy your day. 💚