COMMISIONS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! I upload my art and write all my oneshots/short stories here, Iâm also active on my A03 and Wattpad: ExoticB_utters !!
Fandoms: MCU/Marvel, Fnaf, TMNT, MHA, and ATLA
Hank McCoy (Beast) X Reader-
- Lazy Mornings đ
- Confessions
- Relationship Head Cannons
- Feeling Jealous?
- Hank X Introvert Head Cannons
- Can't Get Enough of You
Morph X Reader-
- Relationship Head Cannons
Kurt (Nightcrawler) X Reader
- Star Gazing â¨
Scott Summers (Cyclops) X Reader
-Relationship Head Cannons
Spider Verse:
Miguel X Reader (wattpad)
Spot X Reader (Wattpad)
Miles X Reader (Wattpad)
Hobie X Reader
Gwen X Reader
My Hero Academia:
All Might/Smite X Reader-
- So this is Love?
- Fixing You Up
Most of these have already been uploaded on my Wattpad and Ao3, but I know not everyone has access so I just went a head and linked my them all here! Let me know if thereâs any fandoms youâd like me to write for!!
Guess who finally finished itâŚHAPPY SUNDAY I MISSED YALL. And to those wondering, yes, Iâm still writing and working on things Iâve just been very busy and at a big creativity block; thank you so much for your patience â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
happy WIP Wednesday, we are here to congratulate me as an artist with the most inconsistent art style đđ˝ââď¸đđ˝ââď¸đđ˝ââď¸đđ˝ââď¸
Sorry Iâve been uhhhh dead/on hiatus, just got a little busy but I have some more art and fics to post! Thank you for your patience, and as always commissions are open đĽłđĽłđĽł
(The base I referenced is by @109ddong, Iâll leave it below here in case anyone else would like to use it!)
â .ăťă.ăťăâăť.ăťă.ăťăâăť.ăťă.ăť.ăťăâăť. Scrolling on here until I saw some Toshi fluff openly requested by @nkox and I really hope you enjoy it! (Sorry to all my followers and moots on here- Iâve been dead lol)
You and Toshinori had been in a secret relationship for the past year and a half. It was all done to keep away from the prying eyes of the public, he even kept it away from his beloved students, he didnât want to take any chance that could potentially expose your relationship.
Though you said you wouldnât have minded, he thought it would be best. With knowing how much attention he got as the Number One Hero and all that, heâd never want to overwhelm you.
You agreed and never complained about it, you respected his decision and it wasnât all that bad. Even though it was becoming increasingly difficult to explain how you were âsingleâ but still werenât looking for anyone to date to your friends and family every time they asked you about your love-life.
So, it was just you and Toshi in your shared apartment. Stolen kisses whenever you felt like it, quiet nights while enjoying each otherâs company, and many other moments filled with so much love.
But, he still did his hero work and teaching- which was obviously a given. It did take a lot of time away from each other since the relationship was private, unfortunately that was just one of the downsides to dating All Might. But really, you were fine with it.
With the experience of all of his hero duties and missions, he knew that you knew how reckless he was. You saw how many times heâd come a little battered up, not from a villain, but for going out of his way to do something wildly dangerous trying to save someone.
But of course, you were always there to fix him up.
Tonight, he came home sometime after ten. He unlocked and opened the door, walking inside to find you napping on the couch. Blanket slung over your shoulders, chest rising and falling ever so peacefully; accidentally falling asleep waiting for him no doubt.
He smiles to himself at the sight, turning to close and lock the door, but of course, you finally wake at the sound of him closing the door.
He was just starting to take off his shoes before turning to see you stirring awake. âIâm sorry honey, I didnât mean to wake you.â He flashed you a tired smile as he put his shoes next to the door, walking over to your spot on the couch.
âNo, itâs okay I was justâŚresting my eyes until you got back..â You say before yawning, sitting up while stretching your arms.
âUh huh, sure you were.â He smiled at your excuse before planting a kiss on the top of your head. âWell, we should get you to bed shouldnât we?â He suggests, making you look up at him with half opened eyes.
It wasnât until you saw the cut on his brow that was now bleeding that made your eyes widen with worry. âOh no, what happened?â You gasp softly, taking his face in your hands to look him over.
âItâs nothing, I guess some debris hit me in the face from workâŚâ He chuckled with a shrug, hoping it would ease your worries.
You give him a knowing look, raising a brow. âYouâre bleeding.â You sigh before getting up, going to the bathroom to fetch the medkit for what felt like the hundredth time.
You came back to see him sitting politely on the couch. This obviously wasnât the first time heâd come home like this, so he knew better than to protest against your very persistent demands to take care of him.
You plop back down on the couch next to him, tuning his face to you while taking out a prep pad before wiping off the bloodied area to disinfect it.
As you wipe the dark red liquid, you notice his nose scrunch up in discomfort, most likely from the slight burn of the alcohol. A pang of guilt fills your chest, whispering a soft âsorryâ before gently blowing on his brow to ease the sting.
He gives you a smile, chuckling to himself. âA little bit of rubbing alcohol isnât going to kill me sweetheart.â He remarks, making you roll your eyes in turn. âYeah, God forbid I care about your wellbeing.â You joke, earning a lighthearted scoff from the blonde in front of you.
After inspecting his brow and deciding it was clean enough, you toss the pad in the trashcan next to the couch. Taking out some ointment you grabbed, you slathered a good amount on there, humming to yourself softly as you worked.
While you were screwing the cap back on the tube, you hear his breathing become deeper and slower. You look up to see his head leaning on the couch with his eyes closed. He fell asleep, and now he was snoring. Well, well, well. Look at whoâs resting their eyes nowâŚ
âWhat am I going to do with youâŚâ You shake your head in disbelief, huffing out a sound of amusement through your nose. You rip off a small strip of medical tape to close the cut on his brow as the finishing touch.
After internally debating whether or not to wake him, you decide the couch was good enough for tonight. You grab the blanket you were just using a few minutes ago and threw it over the two of you.
Once you got comfortable enough, you leaned up to kiss him goodnight on the cheek. Before your lips could make contact, his head turned just enough to catch your lips with his.
You feel him smile into the kiss, making you give him a look as you pulled away. âWere you even asleep?â You huff as he opens one of his blue eyes to peek at you, his loving smile turning into a smirk.
A moment passed between the two of you before he decided to grace you with an answer.
Hi really love what you do on here, I was wondering if you have any general relationship headcanons for Scott summers x reader
Thank youuuuu, and ofc I do! Enjoy â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸(and sorry for the late post lol, weâre gonna pretend Jean and Scott are just friends for the sake of this post đ¤Ť)
Scott X Reader Headcannons
As we know, he is an overprotective kind of guy, and lovesssss being near you 24/7
When it comes to PDA, it definitely depends. Not much of an open hugger, but Iâd see him more as a hand holder. Heâs also a âquickâ kisser, expect surprise pecks on the cheek throughout the day.
We also know he can get quite jealous, if a guy looks at you the wrong way it ruins his entire mood. Sure it gets better when you reassure him, but he still has the urge to give the dick a âpiece of his mindâ as Scott likes to say.
Probably sleeps in the white and blue striped pajama set. Yes the one with the hat and bunny slippers. First time you shared a bed with him you had to hold back from laughing hysterically, but he claims itâs comfortable.
As we know, Jean cannot cook- but that doesnât mean Scott gets down in the kitchen. He refers to himself as the âgrill masterâ, and of course no one in a million years would ever call him that. (Gambit and Scott constantly fight over who gets grill privileges when barbecue season is around the corner)
Branching off the last one, heâd make you a fancy plate of whatever was being served. He has arranged your fries into a heart shape, sometimes even cutting your sandwich into cute shapes.
He snores- impossibly loud. Logan has half a mind to shove a sock in his mouth. You had to stop him from completing his mission when he barged in your shared room once.
Called him âScottie the hottieâ once and he hated it.
He forgot your anniversary once, and was never able to live it down. Every woman in the mansion gave him the silent treatment until he remembered. Donât worry, he made up for itâŚ*wink* *wink*
But despite the slip up, he is very romantic. Will always take you out on dates whenever the two of you are free and not busy saving people.
Little nervous posting this one bc of how near and dear she is to my heart, and I know how the media acts towards x Cannon đď¸âŚâŚAnd before I get attacked, yes she obviously has a purpose and isnât JUST married to toshinoriâŚeven though that is quite nice, he needs some love lol
And please, feel free to ask questions about my OC, Tempest đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Aw, youâre too sweet, tysm â¤ď¸â¤ď¸!! And âTempestâsâ quirk is Weather Manipulation, allowing her to control any form of weather she pleases! While this may seem like an OP quirk to have, she can suffer from frost bite, nausea, or heaststroke- depending on what form of weather she overuses. But with training, sheâs been able to lessen the toll the side effects have. Unfortunately, theyâll still appear in long/drawn out battles.
Side Note! The metal/gold bands on her arm and in her costume allow her to control the unpredictable lightning bolts. Also, she keeps her curly hair short to reduce the frizz from the lightning, and from the amount of curls that kept blowing in her face! And her irregular crescent-shaped cape allows her glide smoother in the air, all while using the wind currents of course ;)
Little nervous posting this one bc of how near and dear she is to my heart, and I know how the media acts towards x Cannon đď¸âŚâŚAnd before I get attacked, yes she obviously has a purpose and isnât JUST married to toshinoriâŚeven though that is quite nice, he needs some love lol
And please, feel free to ask questions about my OC, Tempest đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Hiiii𼚠I really hope u remember me(I think I went by Emma on there lmao) but I was one of your FIRST devoted readers on Wattpad!! Since 2+ years ago!! I fucking loved your Monty story so much!! I just wanted to say how much I loved your writing and your art as always!! And I loved watching your storyâs grow!!!â¤ď¸ (Also hope you donât mind me sending this!!)
HI EMMA I REMEMBER READING YOUR COMMENTSSSSSSSS. Thank you so much for the support, my heart goes out to every one of my fans. I appreciate you sticking around throughout the years â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ I think this may be a good time to post my finished life guard monty peice, just for you ;)
So hereâs to the mostly dead fnaf (sb) fandom đ¤đ˝
I unfortunately donât have anything written, I got completely flooded with unexpected work sorry about thatâŚ.take this finished piece of one of my favs, Starfire instead!!! â¨âď¸đŤ
So I know this is out of the blue, (pun intended) but can I request a yandere Hank McCoy fic?
Nothing creepy just Hank being a bit clingy.
Short A/N: Hey! Im aware I didnât post a chapter yesterday, I unfortunately had a problem uploading a chapter? I guess it never got posted so sorry guys đđđđđ
Canât Get Enough of You
âFlufftoberâ series. 6 đ
Clingy Hank X GN Reader âFluffâ
Word Count: 565
You knew something was up when you tried to get out of your shared bed before being pulled back into the duvet by strong blue arms.
Your husbandâs love language has always been touch, so you simply brush it off with a chuckle. You pressed a sweet kiss to his knuckles before speaking.
âHank itâs time to get upâŚâ You mummer into his large, calloused hand. Youâre answered with a deep huff, his warm breath grazing across your skin.
He finally released, letting you get up and ready for the day. After that, the rest of the morning carried out as usual. That was, until you were on your between-class breaks.
It was like he was always there, baiting his time until you were alone before engulfing you in his embrace. Youâd never found yourself opposed to his affection, but youâd have to say, this was strange for him.
When you were making yourself a late afternoon snack, you felt the familiar texture of fur and the warm scent of teakwood.
âWhatâs up honey?â You asked while cutting some fruit, smiling as you feel him press soft kisses along your neck.
âJust wanted to check in is allâŚâ He said against your skin, causing you to roll your eyes affectionately.
âI think youâve âchecked inâ on me about ten times today~â You tease, popping a berry into your mouth.
âI canât help it when it comes to youâŚâ He replies softly, holding you tighter against his large frame. âGuess I canât argue with that,â You shrug with a chuckle, holding up a strawberry to his face. âStrawberry?â
He hummed in reply, gladly taking the small fruit with his teeth. If you didnât know any better, it must be one of those days where hisâŚlibado gets out of controlâŚ
Yes, itâs happened many times before, courtesy of his âbeastlyâ mutation (pun intended). You donât know exactly how it works, but itâs the only explanation for his clingy attitude.
âNo other reason you came down to the empty kitchen then?â You say, still smushed between the counter and Hank. âNoâŚâ He mumbles bashfully, knowing he was caught like a deer in headlights.
âWelp, guess I should just return to teaching classes then, huh?â You hum with a knowing smile, knowing howâd he would inevitably react.
You carried your bowl of fruit as you made your way out the kitchen, knowing Hankâs expression was suffering.
This was too embarrassing, he hated bothering you all the time with this but he couldnât help it!
âI liedâŚâ He sighs just before you could go any further. You stop, looking over your shoulder with a raised brow. âOh? About what?â
âYou know whatâŚâ He huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. âHmmm, I donât think I doâŚâ You tease, watching a warm flush blossom across his face.
âDonât make me say it. ItâsâŚso embarrassing.â He looks up at you with a pleading look. You chuckle at his pout, such an adorable look on such a large man.
You couldnât hold in the affection anymore as you walk back over to him, taking his face in your hands. âAlright Iâll save you the griefâŚthis time.â You smile, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
When you part, you realize youâve made a mistake, seeing Hankâs expression serious as ever, eyes lidded and his focus zeroed-in on you. ââŚHank?â
âDo you actually have a class to teach?â He questions without missing a beat.
âNoâŚwhy do you-AHH!â You yelp, feeling yourself thrown over his shoulder without another thought.
âGood. You wouldnât have made it back in time anyway.â He snickers, causing your head to whip around to scold him. âHENRY MCCOY.â
BONUS:
I had the pleasure of @moonshinenum drawing some bits of the story, featuring their oc with Hank! I love the fan art đđđ
âFlufftoberâ series. 5
All Smite X Reader Part 1/3
Word Count: 1.7k
Writing this for self indulgent purposesâŚenjoy ;)
You huffed in frustration, wiping the water that relentlessly poured down your face from the heavy rain. A crack of thunder is heard overhead as your heels clack against the ground.
Knew I shouldâve brought an umbrella to work todayâŚ
You stomp your way home, silently chastising yourself for forgetting that it would be raining today- well, technically tonight. Fortunately, you didnât live too far away.
Just as you pass an alleyway, you heard a cough. You slow down your movements, turning your head to the ominously dark path.Â
âH-hello?â You call out, not sure if you wanted a response in this situation.Â
Instead, another cough rings out from the darkness, this one sounding more ragged andâŚwet?
âD-do you need help? Itâs raining pretty hard out hereâŚâ You trail off, lifting a hand over your eyes to block the cold water from running down your face further.Â
Nothing fills the silence this time.Â
You take a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh. Just your luck.Â
You turn on your heel and walk into the abyss. The night sky and even darker clouds did nothing to help you see in this alley, but there were some (barely) functional streetlights behind you.Â
You spot a large figure, kneeling behind a dumpster in a hunched over position. âSir, a-are you hurt?â You ask, nervously approaching the stranger.Â
What were you doing? This is crazy! You, a single woman, are approaching a random man in an alleyway for crying out loud!Â
Another sickly cough is ripped from his lungs, his chest heaving as a crimson liquid spills out onto the pavement beneath him.Â
Well, this random man in the alleyway clearly needs help. Your brain reminds you. As a nurse, it was hard to ignore your moral code. Guess old habits die hard.Â
With another sigh you bend over, inspecting him further. You almost immediately notice a large gash on his side. You quickly cover your mouth to hide your gasp.Â
âYouâre hurt!â You exclaim as your eyes flickered over his body, searching for any extra injuries.
âWell, obviously.â The man before you sneers, his voice deep andâŚslightly intimidating if you were being honest. He hacks once more, another concerning amount of blood splattering against the ground as he did so.Â
âHere, let me help you.â You offer your hand. Who were you kidding, this guy was a literal giant- no wayyou were lifting him up.Â
You see his head tilt to the side, as if he were giving you a once over before scoffing.Â
âCome on, youâre seriously hurt, can you walk?â You question, slightly retracting your hand.Â
âYeahâŚprobably.â He answers almost shakily, all previous attitude in his tone gone.Â
âWell, you canât just sit here and bleed out so up you go!â You huff, taking his hand in an unsuccessful attempt to lift him to his feet.Â
He sighs to himself before pushing himself up, standing on his feet now.Â
And holy shit was he tall.Â
âLean on me if you have to, my apartmentâs closer than the hospital so Iâll fix you up there okay?â You say softly, looking up at him to make sure he was okay.Â
You found he was already looking down at you. His thick blonde brows were furrowed in an unreadable expression as blood ran from his forehead to his chin. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his intense gaze. You quickly brushed it off, not letting yourself overthink the action.Â
âIâll take that as a yesâŚâ You answer for him, the heavy pitter-patter of the rain drowning out any surrounding sounds other than your soft tone.Â
âItâs just down the street.â You lead him out the alleyway, his large arm slung across your shoulder awkwardly as he held his injured side.Â
Youâre given a curt nod as he hobbles next to you. The sight of your predicament was truly an unruly one, thankfully, the hour of this rainy night prevented anyone from being outside to witness it.
In record time, you made it to your small home. You helped him up the stairs before opening the front door.
âYou donât lock your doors?â Whether it was a look of astonishment or disdain he was giving you, you couldnât tell.Â
âUmâŚno? Is that weird?â You reply, chuckling to yourself. You led him to your living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch while you looked for your med-kit.Â
âWell, seeing how there are villains around these parts that could break in at any time while youâre away- yes. It is very weird.â He says matter-of-factly while you fished through the bathroom cabinets.Â
You snort out a laugh from the other side of the house at his reply, coming back with the kit and rag in hand. He then plopped down on the sofa, the furniture dipping in from his size with a dangerous groan.
âWell, with heroes around I guess I havenât found a reason to lock it.â You hum with a shrug, sitting next to him on the coach.Â
âLift your shirt for me.âÂ
He did so reluctantly, revealing a deep gash with blood spilling from it. You sharply inhale through your teeth as you hold your rag against the wound.Â
âYou need a better bed-side face doc.â He quips, a huff of amusement leaving his lips. If the room wasnât so quiet, you mightâve missed it.Â
Wait a minuteâŚDid he see you leave the hospital? No, thatâs impossible how did he know you were a nurse? Your gaze then flew to his in shock. âHow did youâŚ?âÂ
âYou still have your tag on, you know that right?â He muses with a raised brow.Â
Oh.Â
Well, that makes more sense.Â
Youâre taken by surprise when he slowly reads your name aloud. âHm, a villain couldâve definitely used your identity against you. You need to be more careful, y/n.â He repeats, your name almost sounding natural coming from his lips.Â
âSeems to me that youâre awfully paranoid.â You retort, removing the bloodied rag and taking out the gauze.Â
âOr you could just be extremely reckless.â He counters as you begin to stuff the wound to prevent further bleeding.Â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night.â You say finally, wrapping medical cloth around his midsection.Â
A comfortable silence fell over you, nothing being heard but the quiet rain from outside. His gaze eventually fell over you. Heâd never had someone so gentle with him, All Smite. The number one villain. Clearly you didnât know his infamous title, or you wouldnât have him in your home right now.Â
He liked it, the break from not instantly being recognized as the number 1 villain in Japan. Maybe heâll even thank you for your hospitality.Â
You tape up the wrap, making sure it wouldnât move. âOkay, that should hold until the morning when I can take you in for proper treatment at the hospital.â You say while wiping your hand against your forehead, some light sweat forming after the work.
âLet me know if you bleed through the wraps, Iâll change it out whenever okay?â You spare a quick glance at the man in front of you, zipping up the medical equipment.
He looks down at the bandaging, fingers lightly brushing over the material. Another beat goes by before he speaks. âThank you.âÂ
âOf course!â You manage, giving him a quick, biter-sweet smile. âIâll have to make my way to bed now. I wake up early for my next shift.â You say with an exhausted sigh.Â
He raises a brow at your words. It was already late, and to think you would be waking up early for another shift was quite the absurd thought to him.Â
âHow many hours do you work?â He asks, your eyes meeting to his in surprise.Â
âUsually around 40-50 a week, Iâm always on call during the week but I get weekends off soâŚâ You say with a shrug.Â
He shakes his head. That wasâŚobjectively too much. Before he has a chance to respond youâre already speaking again. âWell, goodnight! Youâre welcome to sleep in the spare bedroom if youâd like.â You offer, motioning to a room down the hall.Â
He nods slowly, watching you walk down a different hallway to where heâd assume were your own personal quarters.Â
How interesting you were. Interesting and extremely naive. Not only did you just bring the most feared man in all of Japan inside your own home without even realizing it, you gave him hospitality and left him unattended.Â
He chuckles to himself, standing up before walking to the spare room you were talking about.Â
Opening the door he is meet with a twin bed adorned with white sheets and a single pillow. Other than the bed and a small coffee table next to a window, the room was utterly bare.Â
He hummed to himself, sitting on the bed while looking at the window. He watched the water run down the glass tranquilly, lightning flashing in the distance every so often.
He didnât think heâd stay until morning, but resting his eyes here couldnât hurt. There was something warm and endearing about your presence. Something he didnât even know he was missing until encountering you.Â
Heâd keep an eye on you, someone who doesnât lock their doors is sure to be prone to robbery...or some form of villainy. As the man of crime himself, he knew this all too well, more than anyone else.Â
He took off his shoes, setting them next to the bed. He laid back into the mattress, the bed frame creaking loudly under his weight.Â
Even though his ankles were well off the edge of the bed, he couldnât recall a time where heâd been this comfortable; so at peace.Â
