No Masterlist because that's gonna be messy. But I tag most with '[Fandom Name] x Reader'
If I don't respond to your request in months that means I am not interested in it (or maybe im really really busy)
I can try to do smut, no promises that it's good. Minors DNI with 18+ content.
I write usually gender neutral reader. I can write any pronouns but I can't write from the pov of someone with a dick lol, sorry
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You can call me Placid. I'm 19 years old and I write when I'm bored. I am very much an amateur author with low confidence in my writings so be patient with me O_O oh I go by any pronouns
This is a side blog I made to post my reader insert writings because I'm too embarrassed to post it on my main blog for some reason
Hii, I love that you write really voluminous texts, there is something to read at night lol
Can I ask about some SFX and NSFW headcanons (if it's hard, just general or fluff, it's okay) with Noir from Truth And Inference universe if u writing about other Identity V au..
Relationships Headcanons with...
Identity V
"Noir" x Reader
SFW and NSFW Headcanons for "Noir"
a/n: thanks anon. do know that i don't know much about t&i. so, i'm sorry if this is crazy out of character and also wrong. you can see the difference between this and my last relationship hc 💔💔
also new theme
SFW
You shake his loyalty to the family that took him in. You'll find him reflecting a lot on those doubts of his after he met you.
You're his anchor. He'll be closed off in the first few months, but even through it all, he's glad to have you. You're a breath of fresh air.
Keeps you a secret. Not because he's embarrassed about you, heavens no. It's for your own good and safety. Gods know what kind of things the Mélodis would do if they find out about you.
Tries his best to never involve you, or even, avoids ever coming across you entirely when carrying out tasks from his family.
Gift giving and acts of service are his love language. Gift giving because he has the money and acts of service because, well, that's how he was taught to live.
Remembers everything you tell him. Your wants, your dreams, your silly thoughts, anything. He listens to you and smoothly engages with you. You make him feel like he belongs somewhere and he wants you to feel the same.
He can't relax. Whenever you rest on him or with him, you can feel how stiff his body is. He tries his best, but there's always fear rooted within him for the worst to happen.
His favorite moment with you is slow dancing at your place late into the night. No matter if you were good or bad, he loved that quiet moment between the two of you where he could just gaze at your eyes.
When Noir got into that accident and came back as White, he has a distant emptiness and longing that follows him everyday. You on the other hand, spends every day trying to find out what had happened to him.
NSFW
Well kept in the hair department and average length.
He's inexperienced. There's no reason for him to ever get close enough with somebody to fuck, and he has better things to do that look at things like that, so it's mostly up to you.
And he doesn't masturbate either. Even after meeting you, he would rather be spending time with you when he's available. He doesn't have a high sex drive in the first place.
Noir is a switch. He's fine with being either dominant or submissive, no preference at all. Whatever role he has in the bedroom, he always prioritize your needs before his own.
He's gentle. Having trust in each other enough to do this, hurting you in such an intimate moment is the last thing he wants. But if you ask him to be a little rougher, maybe he'll comply.
And that means no degrading, sorry. He doesn't speak much in the first place, but when he does it's to tell you how perfect you are. The sweetest praise comes out of his mouth.
A giver than a receiver. He's a quick learner and his hands can do wonders, listening to what makes you let out the loudest pleasurable sound and repeats his actions until you shake. Makes you cum at least once before even thinking about penetration.
He has the stamina. Can go multiple rounds if you're up for it!
Aftercare is amazing. He brings you a glass of water and offers to help you clean if you're too worn out. If he has time, he'd love to lay in bed, naked, with you.
The Doorman x Reader
SFW and NSFW headcanons for The Doorman
a/n: college beating my ass so i haven't been posting. anyways have a headcanon post okay?
SFW
Transportation won't be a problem with him around. If you ask nicely, The Doorman would happily help you get to your destination. Be it your workplace, the store, or your home. He always winks and brings his finger up to his lips whenever he does so. You'd laugh and mimic the motion of a zipper closing on your lips.
You try to get him to try out the little things in life. Getting him to try out your favorite foods and when he tells you what he likes and dislikes, you take note of it in your head and get him similar foods to the ones he enjoys.
You also get him physical gifts, mostly flowers, and The Doorman would store them away in his pocket dimension. It makes the space less scary, you think.
Due to The Doorman refusing to give himself any time off, you find yourself visiting The Baroness very often. Even the other employees recognize you and there are some you even consider a friend.
The days when you do book a room in The Baroness, the one that tends to you would always be The Doorman. You ask and secretly tease him about it, but all he does is smile and tell you he does it to every guest in the hotel. He can't be having favorites now.
He's very new in the 'boyfriend' department and it's endearing to watch such a powerful being be confused and awkward whenever you two are alone in the break room. (They allow you in somehow!)
He would always be watching over you, of course. In the early days it was unnerving, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of someone watching you. But after setting some boundaries, it was easier to differentiate when your partner is checking up on you or when something more sinister is at play.
You'd have stronger resistance to others playing with your mind. Like a vampire's glamour or a mermaid's song. Gods above, spare them for even thinking of trying to manipulate you!
NSFW
Let's get it out of the way, I personally think that he can have anything he wants. He can have nothing, or a cock, or a pussy, or both. He's free to mold his human vessel, I'd say.
He never really needed to fuck before, but I wouldn't say he's completely clueless. His whole thing is that he likes to observe humanity. Not saying that he's a voyeuristic pervert, but he knows a thing or two.
Doesn't really have a sex drive, but if the hotel isn't busy and you ask him for a bit of his time, he wouldn't say no.
He's more giving than receiving. He wants to see what makes you twitch and tick. What you like and what you dislike. The first time he was a bit sloppy but after your guidance, he's a natural and fast learner.
He's good with his hands. His fingers reach the spot inside you that makes your vision blur/his slender hand feels nice wrapped around your cock. He can probably coax a good release or two from you just with his hands.
Worship kink. Both ways. If you play more into that powerplay, it'd make him go a bit crazy. And he enjoys telling you exactly what he loves about you.
He likes to tease. Making you lose your back arch in pleasure before taking that high away from you. If you start crying from pleasure and his edging, it'll spur him on to do it again. But he can tell when the tears are from displeasure and he knows when to stop and give you your release.
He's open to try out anything you want. In my opinion, his favorites are roleplay, hunter/prey, hypnosis, and... portal sex.
The best aftercare. Are you kidding? Look at him. The Doorman cleans you, gets you water, and even gives you a massage. He talks to you through all of it, quietly. But if you're overwhelmed, he's content with just taking care of you in silence until you replenish your energy.
could i request hernando from idv with a reader who got badly injured during a match? whether or not he was present in the match is up to you
Hold onto me
Identity V
Matador x Gn Reader
Warning(s): None besides reader being shorten than Hernando
Art by laguz18_ on twt
A/n: manor au i love you also anon i dont think this was what you had in mind and im sorry 💔
Both you and Emily had jumped the moment the door to the infirmary bust open, revealing a very out of breath Hernando as his eyes darted around the room before they landed on you.
"There you are." He sighed in relief as he jogged over to you. His calloused hands gently grab ahold of your face, checking you for any injuries that the manor's strange magic didn't heal.
"They're fine." Emily spoke up beside the two of you. "Maybe a few headaches coming their way." She walked over to the medicine cabinets to grab a box and walked back over as she hands it to you. You read the label, ibuprofen.
"Thank you." You smiled. "Well then, I'll be out of your hair."
Emily returned your smile and nodded.
Before you could get off the bed, Hernando was already swooping you into his hands, making you yelp. "Romero. I'm fine." You sighed, pushing on his chest. "Please put me down."
He had the audacity to pout, but Hernando complied. He carefully set you down, making sure you don't show any sign of serious pain. "Can you blame me?" He whined. "That hunter purposely bled you out! I would've showed him a piece of my mind if not for that mercenary dragging me out into the exit." He crossed his arms in annoyance.
You snort out a laugh. "Yes well, I did distract him for the whole match." You shrugged. Being here longer than the matador had been means that you're more used to hunters who gets petty when they know they're about to loose.
"He could've very well change targets. It was like he had a personal agenda against you!"
"Maybe he did."
"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for him then."
The two of you continued your banter the whole way to your room. Hernando kept sneaking glances at you to make sure you won't randomly faint in the middle of the hallway.
"Dear, please. I promise you I'm okay." You pouted as you reach your room. Fishing in your pocket for your keys, you unlock the door, inviting him inside. "I've been here for so long. It's nothing I can't handle."
Hernando wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pulled you onto your bed, ontop of his lap. He sighed, heavy. "I know, mi amor. I'm sorry, truly. But I just can't help but worry." He kissed the top of your head. "You were bleeding badly out there. I'm no stranger to blood, heavens no." He laughed humorlessly, as if recalling an unpleasant memory, or maybe multiple. "But because the blood belonged to you, my mind began making up the worst case scenario." He hummed. "I'm sorry."
You leaned your head back to rest it against his chest. "I understand. Thank you for looking out for me." You pried one of his hands away from your stomach to intertwine them together. "I love you."
Hernando brought your intertwined hands up to kiss them. "I love you too." You feel the way his lips formed into a smile as he said it. "But," Hernando suddenly picked you up from his lap so he could get up and set you back down again. "You need to eat something after that match."
As if on cue, your stomach quietly rumbled. You laughed. "Well, I suppose."
Hernando winked as he ran a hand through his hair. "Do not fret, mi amor. I will get you something to eat. Do you have any requests?" He tilted his head in question.
You shrug as you get comfortable on your bed. "Anything that can fill me up." You mummbled. "Thank you for offering. This bed is very comfortable and I don’t think I can get up anymore." You joked. Hernando gives you a two finger salute as he excused himself to grab you something to eat.
That was what Apollo asked you earlier in class. You told him 'Of course' in a heartbeat and you see the way his eyes softens in gratitude. You had asked him if he was okay, but he was quick to shut you down as he excused himself from the classroom.
Now here you are, spread out on the couch of your living room, waiting for him to arrive at your doorstep. You feet tap impatiently against the wooden floor, the only noise you can focus on is the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall.
You hope he's okay.
When the sound of rhythmic knocks reach your ears, you were at your front door in a blink of an eye. Opening it in a rush, you eyes land on a very tired looking Ixian. His school jacket off, neatly folded and over his shoulder.
"Come in." You stepped aside. He gives you a nod as he takes his shoes off and walks past you, his uncharacteristic silence worries you. You offer to take his school jacket and he hesitate for a moment before handing it to you. You straighten it before carefully hanging it on your coat hanger. "Would you like water? Tea? ...Snacks?" You offer him.
He sits himself down on one end of your couch, immediately leaning back and letting himself get swallowed slightly by the couch. "No, thank you for the offer." He hums. His head turns to look at you as he pats the spot beside him, inviting... no, pleading you to sit next to him, if the look on his face is anything to go by.
Your legs move without you realizing, and in the blink of an eye, Apollo's head rests on your lap as your hand runs through his hair. "Do you want to talk about it?" You whisper.
He sighs. Heavy, tired. "...You said you're not from around here, yeah?" He asks you. You give him an confirming nod. His eyes look away from yours. "...Do you ever miss your home?" The question was asked so quietly that you could've missed it.
"Of course." You close your eyes, leaning back onto the couch. "When my parents sent me here to attend Blackmore, I said no. The thought of leaving the place I've grown up in for all my life for some rich school I didn't care about... it made me mad. My parents had to convince me that it's for my future. Blackmore students graduate and make it big in life." Your face scrunch up as you recall the memory. "I reluctantly agreed at the end. It wasn't easy... Leaving my friends, my family, my life." You stop yourself for a moment, gulping down the lump in your throat before continuing. "But, I'd hate to disappoint my parents. So, here I am." You sigh, opening your eyes back open, noticing how Apollo's now looking at you.
The two of you sat in silence after your ramble, your hand still idly running through Apollo's strands of hair. You can feel his posture ease up, looks like he's feeling somewhat better.
"I miss my home. My people." Apollo speaks up. "I wasn't even informed on what happened. Just sent here 'for my own safety'. What if they're in serious danger?" He frowns, one of his arms now rest against his forehead.
You hum. "Do you believe in your people?"
He sits up straight at your question, an offended look on his face. "Of course I do!"
You adjust your position on the couch as well. "Then believe in them. Believe in your father, he's a strong man, right?" Apollo’s expression falters. "Plus, you're training to be the best with that rapier of yours. I've seen what you can do." You smile.
He huffs, looking at you with a smirk. "I'm already the best." He tells you. "And I will be back the moment my father calls. And I will do anything for my people's sake."
You laugh. Not mockingly, but in agreement. "I don't doubt that one bit."
Apollo finally smiles. He makes himself comfortable next to you and you feel the way his tail sneakily wraps around you from behind. You pretend to not notice, but it still spreads a pleasant warmth through your chest. The silence return, and it made you reminisce on how the two of you met.
It was through a mutual friend. You had been feeling particularly down that day and had asked them to spare you their company throughout lunch time. They said yes without hesitation, bless their heart, and had practically dragged you to eat lunch. Recalling the offense on their face when you told them that you didn't bring any lunch always brings a smile to your face. After getting scolded, they shared their lunch with you, despite your protest. In the middle of your lunch though, someone had inserted themselves into the conversation uninvited and had asked your friend why they were absent from yesterday's session. It didn't take much for you to figure out the boy is the captain of the Blackmore fencing team.
Your friend had immediately apologized, even bowing their head in guilt. But Apollo was having none of it, he opened his mouth to scold them but you spoke up first. "Can't you see they're busy?" You huff out, annoyed. His head turns to look at you instantly, his eyebrow raised, mirroring your annoyance. "With what, may I ask?" He shot back. You point at yourself. "Me. We're having lunch, thank you very much." The singular laugh he lets out made your eye twitch. You were about to retort when your friend interrupted, waving their arms dismissively and telling you that 'it's fine, really.' and apologized once more to Apollo, saying they will make up for it next session. Apollo hummed in satisfaction as he left.
Though after that encounter, you made it your lifetime mission to annoy the guy whenever you come across him.
He hated you.
And you hated him.
So how'd you both end up here?
"Remember when we hated each other's guts?"
Apollo looks at you confused. "Yeah? Why?"
You shrug, "Just... reminiscing. Look at us now." You beam at him, nudging his side with an elbow. He rolls his eyes, pushing you away, making you chuckle as he can't help but smile fondly at you.
You can feel silence making it's way back between the two of you so you sat up, stretch, and look back at a tired looking Ixian. "So... do you want the snacks now?" You tilt your head. Apollo looks up at the ceiling in thought before shrugging. You hum, walking to the kitchen to see whatever you have lying around.
Opening a cabinet, you found bags of chips, a box of protein bars, a jar of cookies, and a bag of unpopped popcorn.
You picked the popcorn.
Apollo was half asleep by the time you were back with a bowl of popcorn. "Sorry, made you wait?" You giggle, sitting back beside him. He grumbles, cracking one eye open.
He reaches his arm over to grab a handful on popcorn, popping them inside his mouth. "Not bad." He nods after he finished chewing, reaching over to grab more. You fake bowed as best as you can, already getting too comfortable on the couch.
"...Thanks." Apollo says with his mouth full.
"Huh?"
He didn't repeat himself, only continuing to scarf down popcorn into his mouth. Even so, you give him a smile.
"I think coming here wasn't so bad." You shrug. "I get to meet you at least."
The expression he gives you made you snort and burst into laughter. Apollo gulps down his food. "That's the cheesiest thing you could've said." He groans, but the flush on his face tells you enough.
A/n: if you take a look at my profile you'll see that im obssessed with this guy
Your eyes snap up at the sound of the infirmary door opening and hurried footsteps entering. A staff member is currently dragging an ixian into the room. Not just any ixian however, it’s the captain of the Blackmore fencing team. “Hello, how can I help?” You speak up and your eyes instantly notice the blood-soaked cloth pressed against Apollo’s palm.
“Where’s the head nurse?” The man huffs, his face clearly displeased as he looks around the empty infirmary. Apollo remains quiet, but you can feel the anger radiating off of him.
“She’s on break. I’m happy to help if there’s any trouble though.” You put on your best smile. The staff member sighs, gesturing to the injured boy beside him. “Alright, I trust he’s in capable hands then.”
You bow your head slightly and the man leaves you to your task.
“Mind telling me what happened?” You ask, taking the dirty cloth away from Apollo’s hand. Your eyes crinkle slightly. It wasn’t that deep of a cut, but it looked bad due to the bleeding. You gesture for him to sit down on one of the beds as you go ahead and grab the necessary tools you need to patch him up.
Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Fencing practice. Someone was being reckless and refused to listen to me. While showing off, they accidentally nicked me.” He rolls his eyes. You hum in acknowledgement as you dab the cut gently, cleaning the blood and preventing possible infection. Apollo flinches slightly and you pretend to not notice.
“You’re lucky the wound isn’t deep enough to need stitches. But I need you to not put too much pressure on this hand for a bit.” You inform him. Apollo scoffs but says nothing. So you continue to the next step, wrapping bandages around the cut. The boy hisses when you tighten the bandage to secure it and you quickly apologize with an awkward smile. “Replace the bandages once per day for the next few days. If you need assistance with it, you can always come back here. Though, I can’t guarantee it'll be me that will be helping you since I have classes of my own.” You tell him as you put away the things you’ve gathered back to their rightful place.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Apollo clenching and unclenching his hand, testing your work and you swell with pride at the way he smiles in satisfaction. When you turned around to face him though, he was quick to wipe the smile off of his lips. “Will that be all?” You hum.
“Will you be participating in the ritual next week?”
His question made you quirk an eyebrow up at him. “No, I don’t think I will. Why?”
“I could use someone like you on the battlefield.”
The surprise on your face must be obvious because Apollo smirked, trying to hold in his laugh.
Was that a compliment?
Apollo, the Prince of Ixia, the captain of the fencing team… is complimenting you?
You laugh. “Oh, I’m sure there are much better medics out there that would be participating in the ritual than me.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I don’t have anything to contribute in a team fight besides healing anyway. But thanks for the offer.” You joke.
The ixian stands up proudly, your teasing tone clearly flying right over his head. “Of course.” He runs his hand through his hair and tidies himself up. “May I have your name before I go?”
You perk up. “Oh! Sure,” You introduce yourself to him and Apollo smiles, introducing himself back to you with pride, even if you already know who he is. How could you not? “Don’t forget about what I said. Don’t put too much pressure on your hand.” You add as he approaches the exit door.
Emre Sarıoğlu x Gn Reader
Warning(s): None
> Late night surprise visit from Emre.
Art by Minton1_ on Twt
A/n: short and quick. also i hope emre mains know theyre hot
You stir awake when the door to your bedroom opens. "Ah... you're such a light sleeper." You hear someone speak.
Blinking the blurriness away from your eyes, you squint your eyes to see who had entered your living space. The glowing eye embedded to their chest gives you the answer you were looking for instantly. "Emre..." You mummble. "What're you doing here?"
You did give the man a spare key to your place after telling him that he's always welcomed at your abode. He looked at you in disbelief then and you only laughed at him. I trust you. You tell him.
But Emre never shows up unannounced. He always tells or asks you when and if it's okay to come over later in the day. "Emre, I gave you that key so that you can welcome yourself in at any time."
He hums, climbing into bed with you. You can feel the mattress dip beside you as he gets himself comfortable. "Did I wake you?" Emre asks. There's a rough tiredness in his voice that sounds good in your haze.
"Mmm... 'm glad you did." You scoot closer to him. Your hands wander from his chest to the back of his neck and finally travel up to his hair.
He grunts, wrapping his big arms around you to pull you even closer as he buries his head into your chest. "Goodnight." His voice is muffled against you and you smile at the domestic display.
Your hand runs through his hair. His strands slides between your fingers and you swear that Emre would be purring if he's able to. "I missed you." You whisper into the room as your eyelids close.
After a few minutes pass by, your breathing even out as slumber overtakes you once again. Emre sighs quietly, his head lifts from your chest to give you a kiss underneath your jaw, careful not to wake you. "Missed you too."
Art by bul_jelly on twt
A/n: might be ooc like everything i write. im sorry i just got into overwatch bro
When you called out his name, you instantly had his full attention.
"Knew I'd find you here." You grinned as you approached him. Mizuki said your name as he removed himself from under the waterfall.
Mizuki ran his hand over his wet hair. "What're you doing here?"
"I was just looking for you," You shrugged as you opened your small bag. "And I also brought you some food." You pulled out a lunchbox tied up with a napkin and his eyes widened as his lips parted.
"Oh, you didn't have to." He said bashfully. Despite that, Mizuki found himself accepting the lunchbox in a heartbeat.
You shrugged. "I heard about how you spent your money on another Lucky Lucky Good Luck Amulet." Kiriko had told you about it, and she laughed at the way you sighed so heavily. "And I figured you're going to go buy cup noodles or something like that again. So I just went ahead and made you some dinner."
Mizuki flushed in embarrassment at your reasoning. "Kuso…" He muttered to himself. "But thanks anyways." Mizuki unwrapped the napkin.
"…What's that?" He raised an eyebrow as you laughed. There's a little keychain of a black cat on the lid of the lunchbox.
"A gift. From me, to you." Your legs tap against the dirt as you fidget. "Hope you like it. I don't know where you'd even put it, or even if you want to but-" You're rambling. "...but, yeah."
Mizuki took the keychain in his palm. The black cat had a cartoonishly grumpy expression, and it made him smile ever so slightly. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
"What's that?"
"What's what?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow at Kiriko's cheeky smile. There's mischief in her eyes that already worries him.
"That. On your glaive." Kiriko pointed at the little keychain connected to Mizuki's spirit glaive. It wasn't noticeable; Mizuki made sure of it. But of course, Kiriko noticed.
"It's a good luck charm." He answered too quickly. Hands fidgeting to hide the keychain from view.
Kiriko hummed. "Right, right. Where'd you get it?" She asked. The smirk on her expression told him all he needed to know.
Mizuki stared at her, the blush slowly forming, hidden behind his mask. "Uh..." He tried to think up a lie, but his head came up empty. So, he just stayed quiet.
Kiriko stifled a laugh as she punched Mizuki's shoulder teasingly. "C'mon, just tell me." She leaned back onto the wall. Mizuki muttered something to himself before sighing.
"It's a gift." He admitted, tilting his hat down to hide his face. Kiriko rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously. Who's it from?"
"That's none of your business." He shrugged it off, already beginning to walk away. He heard Kiriko snickering before telling him that if he needed some help, she knows all your favorite food and snacks.
Almond Cookie x Gn Reader
Warning(s): None. But Almond might be ooc. Also Reader likes sweets
A/n: I miss him a lot. I miss my wife
The sound of the door clicking close made you jolt up from your sleep. Your body visibly relaxed when you noticed it was only Almond Cookie as he threw away his coffee into the trash can.
"Sorry if I scared you. And sorry for coming home so late... there were complications on the way back home." He sighed. Constable Whiskers hopped off of the detective's shoulder as he jumped onto your lap. Purring contently and rubbing his head against your stomach.
You smiled as you pet the cat's head. You rubbed the tiredness from your eyes as you yawned. "It's alright." You waved him off. "Walnut is already asleep. And since you're here now, I should be heading home." You gently moved Constable Whiskers off of your lap as you stood up.
"Let me walk you home. It's late." Almond Cookie gestured at the time. 10:30 PM.
You shrugged. "I'll be fine. Plus, you must be tired." You walked past Almond to the front door, grabbing your coat from the coat hanger as you slid your arms through the sleeves.
"I wasn't the one passed out on the couch just now." He tried to joke. "I know Parfadia like the back of my hand. It's late, let me walk you home. As a thank you for looking out for Walnut Cookie."
You sighed, flushing slightly in embarrassment for passing out. "Alright." You accepted his offer. Constable Whiskers meowed happily, jumping off the couch and already running up to you.
You crouched down to pick him up as he climbed onto you, setting himself down comfortably on your shoulder.
The night air was cold. You hugged yourself a little tighter so as to not let the air seep through your layers of clothing.
Almond Cookie walked beside you, wearing his big trench coat for once, unbothered by the cold.
"Forgive me for asking, but how's your schedule this Saturday?" Almond suddenly spoke up. Your eyes darted over to him and you straightened your posture when you realized he was already looking back at you.
"Um... I'm free? Did you want me to babysit Walnut again that day?" You raised an eyebrow.
Almond laughed as he shook his head. "No no. There is a new bakery opening, and I want you to try it out." He hummed. "I remember you mentioning that you like sweets, yes?" He smiled.
You blushed. You tore your eyes away from him and prayed to witches above that he mistook your flushed face as something the cold caused. "That's... very thoughtful of you, sir. I'd love to."
Almond nodded. "Of course. Consider it a thank you from me. I'll let you know the time and place."
The two of you continue to walk in silence after that. Unbeknownst to the detective, your mind was running a million thoughts at all once. What should you wear? Would this be considered unprofessional? Witches, yes. Why did you say yes?
Did he pick up on your small, tiny crush on him that you're trying to push down?
You hope not.
Your thoughts were clouding your mind so badly that you failed to notice the way you were walking straight into a pole. But before you totally embarrassed yourself, Almond Cookie had grabbed you by the shoulder Constable Whiskers wasn't sitting on and you jolted out of your thoughts.
"What's on your mind?" He asked you. There's a hint of worry in his voice. "You almost walked straight into that pole..."
You mentally cursed at yourself, "S-sorry." Why did you stutter?! "I'm fine, just tired." You lied.
Almond squinted his eyes at you but decided to drop it, nodding his head as you two continued walking.
"This is my place." You stopped in infront of an apartment complex. "I should be fine from here. Thank you for walking me home."
Almond Cookie nodded. "Of course." He gestured for Constable Whiskers to finally hop off of you and the cat grumpily meowed before doing as he was told. Almond sighed, "Sometimes I wonder if he liked you more than me."
You chuckled, "I think he likes me better." You joked. "Well, I'll be going now... See you on Saturday sir."
"Call me Almond Cookie."
Your eyes widened.
"Don't overthink it. See you on Saturday." He nodded as he walked away.
When he was finally out of your view, you sighed, leaning back against the wall behind you to support your weight.
You smiled with giddiness. "See you on Saturday, Almond Cookie." You whispered to yourself.
"What's on your mind?" He asked you. There's a hint of worry in his voice. "You almost walked straight into that pole..."
You mentally cursed at yourself, "S-sorry." Why did you stutter?! "I'm fine, just tired." You lied.
Almond squinted his eyes at you but decided to drop it, nodding his head as you two continued walking.
"This is my place." You stopped in infront of an apartment complex. "I should be fine from here. Thank you for walking me home."
Almond Cookie nodded. "Of course." He gestured for Constable Whiskers to finally hop off of you and the cat grumpily meowed before doing as he was told. Almond sighed, "Sometimes I wonder if he liked you more than me."
You chuckled, "I think he likes me better." You joked. "Well, I'll be going now... See you on Saturday sir."
"Call me Almond Cookie."
Your eyes widened.
"Don't overthink it. See you on Saturday." He nodded as he walked away.
When he was finally out of your view, you sighed, leaning back against the wall behind you to support your weight.
You smiled with giddiness. "See you on Saturday, Almond Cookie." You whispered to yourself.
Matador x Afab Reader
Warning(s): MDNI, Against the wall
A/n: If this is ass, im sorry
The others would kill you if they found you right now.
Pinned to the wall by the newcomer, one of your hands covering your mouth while the other is gripping onto him as he thrusts up into you.
The matador had expertly maneuvered you out of a double-teamed chase against the geisha and the gamekeeper, running hand in hand with you until they'd lost track and switched to the others.
A quick thank you turned into a sudden quick fuck at the very back of eversleeping town's graveyard. Hidden away from the others.
A whine slipped past your fingers and you see the way Hernando smiled proudly. "That feels good, cariño? Better stay quiet unless you want someone to find us." He hummed, giving you a single rough thrust then going back to his normal, quick pace.
You muffle your groan as your eyes roll up in pleasure. "I'm close." You whined quietly, eyes focusing back to meet his.
Hernando grinned. His lips found the exposed skin of your neck. Kisses, licks, and small nibbles. You felt it all.
While you were distracted with his lips, your eyes widened in surprise as you let out a moan that you weren't ready to muffle. Hernando had somehow snaked his unoccupied hands down to where the two of you connect and began circling your clit. You shut your eyes as you hump his hand in desperation.
"Fuck, I'm-" You didn't have the time to finish your warning before your release coats the ground below you. Your back arched as you pressed your head against the wall, riding out your release.
Hernando had quickly pulled out in a blink of an eye, his cum joining yours on the ground. The two of you held each other for a moment longer, catching your breaths.
The sound of the last cipher machine being popped made you jump. Your mind quickly catches up to your current predicament. Hernando lets go of you slowly, fixing himself as you stand on shaky legs. "Thrilling. Thank you for the welcome, tesoro." He laughed, running away to do whatever he wanted. "See you around, yeah?" He yelled out at you. But before you could respond, he was already out of your sight.
You straighten up the wrinkles on your clothes. You hope you do see him around.
hii i saw your last drabble for blanc, can u write one for vanya?
Today's plans
Heartopia
Vanya x Gn Reader | MDNI
Warning(s): Dry humping
A/n: theyre gonna start thinking this is a heartopia blog
The day started out normal.
You wake up, you harvest your crops, plant new ones and water them. After that, your plan for today was to go fishing. You planned on visiting Vanya to buy some mermaid fish attractor since you were running low and you didn't have supplies to make your own. But then he showed up at your front door to say hi.
So how'd you end up here?
On your couch. You sit on top of his lap, hiding your face on top of his shoulder. He smells like the sea and sunlight. No doubt that he already started fishing at the crack of dawn.
Vanya is breathing heavily. You can imagine the gentle smile he always has as he grinds up onto you. His hands are on your hips, guiding you to meet his thrusts.
You feel his lips on the side of your head, kissing you. Once. Twice.
"You okay?" Vanya speaks up, one of his hands leaves your hips to push your shoulders back so he can look at your face.
There it is. His smile.
You moan when you feel the tent in his pants rub against your clothed crotch. "Yeah. M-more than okay." You nod and you see his ears twitch. "So good, Vanya. Feels so good." You whine, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as the two of you continue to hump each other.
He hums, satisfied. "Are you close?" He grins.
And like a reminder, you can suddenly feel your release approaching. "Fuck! ...Y-yes. Yes!" You gasp, grinding down harder. You're chasing your release with wild abandon.
Vanya grabs your hair. Gently, he pulls. The pull makes you bare your neck to him as his lips meet your skin. He bites down. Not enough to draw blood or even leave a bruise. But just enough to give you stimulation.
You groan as you feel your pants dampen as you release. Vanya holds you through it, praising you on how well you did.
When you come back down from your high, the two of you are breathing heavily. And you realize quickly that Vanya is still hard against you. He didn't cum.
As if reading your mind, Vanya pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. "Care to help me out?"
A/n: this one is really short. like around 250 words lelelel
You part your lips from Blanc's in surprise as you straighten on his lap. You stare at him wide-eyed as he flushes, his head is cast down, and his tail is wagging lowly in embarrassment.
"Are you…?" You ask. You see his Adam's apple bob. He doesn't respond to you.
You shift your position on his lap and his hands shoot up to grab your hips, keeping you still. "Sorry." He murmurs. Blanc's face finds its way to your shoulder, hiding his red face.
You frown, but not out of disgust or anything like it. "Blanc…" You gently call out his name and he whimpers. Despite his hold on you, you grind down onto the hard-on poking your back.
He moans in surprise, head lifting up from your shoulder to look at you. His bangs stick to his face due to the sweat and you can see one of his eyes behind them. They're looking at you with surprise and there's a droplet of tear threatening to fall down.
"You're this worked up from… making out?" You hum, head tilting to the side. Blanc's lips tremble, but before he could look away, you catch his face with both your hands, making him look at you.
"I'm not upset, baby." You give him a smile and his mouth opens slightly.
"You're… n-not?" He whines. Ears flicking as you caress his cheek.
"No." You laugh. "Why don't I show you how I feel about it."
Blanc yelps when you push him down onto your couch.
A/n: world if this game doesnt use genai. need this tiger bad
You sigh as you straighten your back, dusting your clothes and gloves from the dirt clinging onto them. Your eyes look behind you as you hear footsteps approaching you and you smile when you see that it's Blanc.
His steps stutter when he realizes you noticed him. He holds a tray with a pitcher and two glasses filled with what you can tell is fresh lemonade.
You walk over to him while pointing at yourself, asking a silent 'For me?' and Blanc flush slightly as he nods. Your smile widens as you grab a glass. "Thank you." You grin at him, gulping down the lemonade happily.
Blanc's tail sways behind him. "No problem... S-saw you working... from my place. And... wanted t-to tell you... good job." He returns your grin sheepishly.
You don't see it, but Blanc's eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, widens for a moment before squinting. Then, when you lower the glass from your mouth, your posture straightens from how close he suddenly is.
He shifts the tray so he can hold it in one hand as his other hand goes up to your cheek, brushing something away. You don't know what. All you could focus on is Blanc.
The sound of a stork squawking and flying off seems to shatter whatever trance Blanc was in as he suddenly backs off from you as if he were burned. "S-s-sorry... T-there was dirt on... your f-face... And I-... I was..." He trails off, face red and ears turned downwards.
You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as you wave your hand. "It's... okay." You can feel how hot your face is. "Thank you for getting it." You mumble.
Blanc was standing frozen in front of you. The grip on the tray he brought is so strong you can see his knuckles turning white. And the way his face is red but pale as his lips tremble. "I-I-I'm really... sorry..." He stutters out.
Your first instinct was to hold him and tell him it really was okay, but you stop yourself because you fear that if you give Blanc any physical contact, he might just explode. So you resort to your words instead. "Blanc." You call out to him.
He doesn't respond, but you see one of his ears twitching. So you continue, "Blanc... It's okay. I... I didn't mind it." You admit, a blush forming on your face again. "Really. It's fine." You give him a fond smile.
The bird on top of his head chirps and Blanc sighs after a moment. "I-It's... really okay...?" His tail is back in its motion, swaying side to side.
You nod. "It's okay. I'm not uncomfortable." You reassure him.
Then, he finally smiles. Shaky, but a smile nonetheless. "If y-you say so..." He replies. Blanc refills your glass and offers it back to you. "A-another glass...?"
You grin, accepting the glass and taking a sip. Blanc looks away from you. "Do you... n-need help with... your p-plants...?" Blanc quietly asks you. So quiet you almost missed it.
But you didn't. Your eyes lit up as you nodded. "Yes! Yes, I would love to have your help! You're the expert after all." You tease him, and he actually laughs. And it makes your heart stutter.
"Do you have anywhere... I could p-put this down?" Blanc gestures over to the tray he's holding and you gasp.
"Let me take them." You offer, holding your hand out. Blanc carefully hands over the tray to you. You nod at him as you take the tray into your house.
While you were inside, Blanc let out a heavy sigh. His hands cover his face while he lets his embarrassment out without a sound. Did he really do that? What's gotten into him?!
But... he'd be lying if he were to say he didn't enjoy being close to you.
When you returned from your house, Blanc was already put together. His gardening gloves were equipped and a trowel in hand. "S-shall we...?"
You give him a thumbs up, pulling out the seeds you were planning to plant earlier.
