Yes I'm back with the random headcanons (33 characters. That's a lot I didn't even notice)
Name Day is the type who'll force you to match with him in every game or customise his avatar to look like you in single-player games.
Moldir is the type of person who constantly takes care of you without expecting anything in return and gets very flushed when you try to handle things for her.
Medicine Pocket is the type to leave some treats around when you're in a bad mood. They're obviously doing it because it's annoying to see you frowning and not because they actually care.
Lorentz Butterfly is the type to whisper extremely inappropriate things in your ear at the worst time possible to see how you'll react.
Cheng Heguang is the type to carry you when you're tired, and he will insist even if you refuse multiple times. He'll gladly switch shoes or pieces of your outfit if you start to feel uncomfortable with what you're wearing.
Brume is the type to bring you tons of gifts and souvenirs from her travels because they reminded her of you.
Tooth Fairy is the type to make sure you always look impeccable before allowing you to step foot outside.
Paper Heron is the type to buy a bunch of desserts and sweets and ask you to rate them all with her (get ready, they're 98% pure sugar).
Aleph is the type who never gets tired of listening to you talk, even when he barely understands what you say. Bonus: he would read fanfics with you.
Nautika is the type to let you take naps on her. She will try her best not to move around and make noise. If you wake up because of her, she'll definitely feel bad.
Anjo Nala is the type who never leaves your side and over time becomes your shadow. She follows you around out of curiosity or to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
Enigma is the type who gives you his coat when he feels like it might be a bit too cold for what you're wearing. Try to complain and he'll completely ignore you.
Windsong is the type to reserve a front seat for you during her lectures. Seeing you there makes her extremely happy.
Sentinel is the type to enjoy long walks with you in places with beautiful scenery.
Semmelweis is the type who'd secretly do whatever catches your attention and give it as a surprise when you least expect it.
Hissabeth is the type to buy those flavored lip glosses and make you guess the flavor of each of them.
Tennant is the type to shamelessly slap your ass when you walk by and won't try to hide her amused face.
Horropedia is the type to wear those "I ♡ my partner" t-shirts in public and wear those with unhinged matching texts.
Dikke is the type to always open the door for you.
Isolde is the type who wears one of those necklaces with a picture or portrait of you.
X is type to hide your clothes so that you are left with no options but to wear his.
Reed is the type to give you one of her leaves to use as a bookmark and reminder of herself.
Willow is the type to decorate a whole room for you after your visits became more frequent. Now you have a place to go when she doesn't feel like seeing people.
Charon is the type who carefully preserves all the letters you send him as if they were written on the finest paper.
Beryl is the type who waits for you at the doorstep to greet you with a kiss.
Zima is the type who unknowingly holds your hand when you walk side by side. He will immediately let go and apologise if you point it out.
Centurion is the type who always stands up for you no matter the situation.
Corvus is the type who peels and cuts fruit and gives it to you during the day for no specific reason.
Kakania is the type to constantly brag about you to the point that everyone who knows her knows you, too.
Ulrich is the type to panic even for a sneeze and walk let you lift a finger if you end up getting sick.
Recoleta is the type who creates characters inspired by you in all her stories.
Getian is the type who won't eat anything you make unless you personally feed him.
Marsha is the type to play with your hair at night until you fall asleep.
ft. sentinel, marsha, brume, paper heron, vila, windsong, tooth fairy, moldir
length (per part) : short, almost 100 words each
prompt : reverse 1999 women, but they're desperate for you.
tags : implied fem!reader, slightly suggestive, pet names, kissing, making out, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread.
sotd : human nature - madonna
art credits : bluepoch
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ SENTINEL
Sentinel's breathing is louder than usual, her jaw clenched tight as she crosses the room with short, quick strides.
"Mon cher..." She rasps, tossing her rifle aside before she grabs at your shoulders. Sentinel pins you back against the wall, mashing your lips together with a muffled groan. Her hand comes up behind your head, her tongue delving into your mouth.
Sentinel pulls back with a harsh grunt, her chest heaving with each intake of breath. Her eyes are wild while she fixes them onto your face, loosening her grip on your hair as she presses your forehead against yours.
"I've been thinking of you all day." She whispers, letting out a surrendering breath. She retreats for an inch, slowly dropping down to her knees. Her eyes flutter for a moment while she lets your fingers card through her locks of hair, gazing up at you while you do so.
"Allow me please you tonight." Sentinel insists.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MARSHA
You're looking over the map sprawled across the spacious table, rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. You hardly register the sound of the tent flap rustling when Marsha's footsteps sound behind you, the action of her bulky arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snapping you awake.
Marsha grins and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Sorry for scaring you." She begins, voice light at first. "...Can I have you?" She requests, her voice lowering with intent.
At your approval, she boldly shifts her forearms and runs her palms along the sides of your waist. Her head lifts to bring attention to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Her hand trails beneath your shirt, fingers spreading out as a shiver travels through your spine at the contact.
Marsha steps forward, your hip pressing against the edge of the table. The sudden imbalance causes you to lean forward, prompting your hands to plant firmly on the rough surface. Marsha ceases for a moment, her chest pressing against your back.
"Hold still for me, alright?" She demands, slipping one hand out of your clothing to cover one of yours on the table whilst the other remains on your stomach, gradually traveling lower.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BRUME
Brume swings the door to the rear end of the car, watching you step inside with a silent swallow. With every ounce of courage she has left in her, she dives in with you and slams the door behind her. You shift to lay on your back against the seats while Brume crawls on top of you, panting softly.
"I apologize!" Brume stutters. "This is rather inappropriate, I should-" She blurts, but her words cut short as you interrupt her with your lips. Brume emits a soft whimper, pressing you further against the seats with her hands framing your face.
Her kisses become sloppy, her fingers twitching with the restraint of holding you too hard. She briefly pulls back from each kiss for a breath just to dive back in, your teeth just narrowly clashing with hers.
A frustrated groan leaves Brume's throat, forcing herself to snap her head back from the heated kisses to straighten herself. She impatiently tosses her jacket aside, moving to straddle one of your legs.
"You've been teasing me all day..." Brume’s cheeks are fainly flushed from the boldness of her own actions, yet she has no intention of backing out. She leans her head down once more, pressing a trail of kisses down to your chest while her thighs tighten around your leg.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀PAPER HERON
The sun hadn't risen, yet Paper Heron's sigh sounds from beside you before she unexpectedly rolls on top of you wih languid grace. You blink up at her while she presses tender kisses to your face.
"Couldn't sit still." Heron admits once she pulls herself away, instead pressing her face into your neck with a hoarse grumble. "I've been up for hours." She bites at your skin gently, a pleased hum leaving her throat as your hands grasping at her shoulders. Heron rolls her hips, groaning quietly while she presses her body flush with yours.
She releases her teeth from your neck to glance at the hickey she made on your neck, a slack-jawed look written all over her face rather than her usual smug grin.
The expression on her face looked almost foreign. Yet, without having the time to register Heron's face, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach.
Heron pins you down on the mattress with her body weight, kissing your neck before straightening up. "Let's get this over with, eh?" She rasps, her hands traveling toward your hips to lift them up.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀VILA
Vila returns home, yet instead of a warm greeting like you've expected, she seizes one of your wrists and drags you toward the bedroom.
Upon entry, Vila takes no time into initiating a kiss. She slams the door with her foot, holding still for just another moment before deciding to pull away. Vila's pupils are blown wide as she gazes at you with an apologetic stare. "I apologize, I'm aware it's late, but..." She begins, but for once, she finds herself at loss for words.
Instead, Vila guides you backward until the back of your knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. You fall back onto the mattress, with Vila crawling on top of you. She kisses you again, softer. She takes her time, flicking her tongue against your lips timidly.
You part your lips, allowing for her tongue to delve within the wet cavern of your mouth. Her hand comes up to frame your jaw, moaning into the kiss the more she tastes you.
Vila retreats for a breather, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. While you take the time to catch your own breath, Vila’s lips find your collarbone, making her way downward. You blink and gaze down at Vila, her head now hovering over your stomach. She meets your gaze, smiling wryly before traveling further down.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀WINDSONG
The door to your room abruptly bursts open, with Windsong holding onto the handle for dear life. Her breathing is labored due to her sprinting through Laplace's corridors, chest heaving from the effort. She slowly shuts the door and makes her way over toward you, lifting her head and meeting your eyes.
She grasps your neck and reels you in, kissing you hard. The sudden action catches you off guard, yet you reciprocate her kiss with equal intensity. Windsong pulls away quick as oxygen became a problem, taking slow breaths while lowering her head to rest it against your shoulder.
"I didn't mean to be so sudden." Windsong murmurs, arms looping around you while she keeps her hold tight.
She eventually lifts her head again, but without allowing her to speak, your lips were already slotting with hers. Startled, she makes a sound that becomes swallowed up anyway.
You step forward until Windsong's back meets the wall, pulling back from the kiss to breathe again. You lean your head down to kiss her neck, Windsong's grip tightening on your back just enough to bruise. Her head falls back against the wall, letting out a submitting whimper.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀TOOTH FAIRY
Tooth Fairy parks her car at the side of the road, shutting off the engine. She cranes her head to glance at you, adjusting her braces while she speaks.
"Come here." She commands, and you immediately unbuckle your seat belt. You lift yourself from the passenger seat, now moving to straddle Tooth Fairy's lap. Her gloved palms find your waist, reeling you closer as a means to press your bodies flush with eachother.
"I couldn't wait until we drove back home." Tooth Fairy whispers. She starts with a soft peck to your jaw, then your cheeks.
"I've wanted you all day." She utters and shifts her position, faltering as your hips ground down against hers. "Ah!" The sound slips from Tooth Fairy's lips, a steadying exhale sounding from her afterward.
"I won't last if you tease me like this." She hisses, mashing her lips against yours.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MOLDIR
Moldir climbs onto the couch and settles on top of you, her head resting on your chest. She glances up at you while her arms loop around your back, embracing you tightly.
"Long day." Moldir did not need to say more. She props herself up with her hands planting on the cushion, your fingers working with the buttons of her uniform. Moldir watches you do so with rapt attention, her mouth agape from the underlying tenderness at the simple action.
She blinks, clearing her throat as you finish with the buttons. She removes her jacket, but was quickly dragged into a kiss initiated by you after the discards the garment.
She melts in an instant. Moldir's eyes flutter shut, a low hum leaving her throat while your fingers tangle in her hair. She tenses when your legs wrap around her waist tightly, prompting her to pull back from the kiss.
Moldir slides her hand up to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. She lowers her head, her teeth grazing your neck carefully. Moldir hums, tilting her head while peppering your skin.
Amidst it all, she whispers, "...May I please you?"
a/n : im so freaked out and exams are literally a day away. heh take this before i dissapear again... p.s. do we fw the new layout 🥺🥺
Tennant with a reader who always struggled financially and had to work multiple jobs to survive. Since the day you guys started dating, she made sure you never lifted a finger. If you need something, just tell her, and she will find a way to bring you the moon if that's what you wish for.
Corvus, who crochets a new set of winter clothes for you every time the cold and harsh season comes. She's memorised all your measures, favourite patterns, and colour combinations.
Horropedia, who secretly spends his free time watching your favourite series and reading the books he has seen on shelves after he found out you loved romance (or something else) as much as he loves horror.
Aleph, who has always admired you from afar and is too scared to approach you in person. He spends a lot of time carefully writing perfect letters to send to you as your secret admirer.
Semmelweis, who has tried hard to get rid of her feelings for you, somehow always ends up by your side in one way or another. She believes you have cursed her or something.
Hissabeth, who has grown so fond of you, has named a most beautiful fish in her tank after you.
Gentian, who has given you one of his feathers as a good luck charm.
Medicine Pocket with a quiet reader who enjoys peace and tranquillity. They try their best not to shout around you and lower their tone when talking to you.
Tooth Fairy, who at the slightest signs of illness will insist to let her tend to you personally.
Brume, who never minds driving you whenever you like as long as you pay her with a bright smile or a good story.
Marcus with a confident reader who always seems to know exactly what to do. Around you, she feels like she could achieve anything and make you proud of her.
Pavia, who likes to make all your dates extravagant and unforgettable by bringing you to top quality restaurants, booking entire resorts, having professional chefs cook your favourite dishes, and buying a whole mountain of gifts.
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, (slightly suggestive on isolde's part?) potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread
sotd : limit by cece natalie
a/n : hello everynyan i finally posted something 🥹🥹 part two is already coming heh
Kakania - "Klara Vingler."
Kakania's breath stutters when your weight settles against her lap. The hold on her quill begin to loosen as her fingers pause briefly. With a calculated shift of her hips, she returns to her work.
The faint sound of ink scratching unpleasantly against paper is the only sound present within the room, save for the slight change of Kakania's measured breaths warm against your ear as she carefully leans in slightly. Her chest presses up against your back, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. Kakania's eyes remain downcast, her focus weakening with each passing second.
When she gives in, she'll press her lips against your neck, trailing up to your cheek. Kakania's hand travels from quill to your chin, tilting your head toward her direction just to feel your lips slotting against hers once more.
Isolde Von DIttarsdorf - "Vienna's Star."
Isolde remains collected when she finds you settling in comfortably atop her thighs. It was as if she was expecting this, a gentle yet unreadable smile playing across her lips. Her pale fingers run along the skin of your legs deliberately, her expression unchanging.
Beneath her impeccable exterior, Isolde's eyes relax once her hand finds its place on your hip. Her grip is almost possessive, the tightening of her hold hinting at her true intentions. She watches you with rapt attention, inching closer until her mouth is level with your ear.
"What is on your mind, dear?" She whispers. Isolde sounds eerily pleasant, a hidden undertone evident within the way she speaks. You can't put a finger on it, and within your train of thoughts, Isolde's palms are already wandering.
Ekaterina - "Windsong."
Windsong nearly jumps in her seat when you occupy her lap. It didn't take long until heat rose to her face, her gloved hands hovering just above where your hips are. With a steadying breath, she deliberately leans in close with her chest now pressing against your backside. Windsong's eyes dart between the papers scattered across her desk, yet she doesn't even read a single word.
Her chin brushes against your shoulder, prompting you to turn your head toward the woman behind you. Windsong snaps her gaze toward the floor, hiding her flushed expression poorly. Her legs quiver beneath you, her breathing growing uneven.
The moment your hand snaps up to force Windsong's head toward you is when she eventually gives in, giving you the attention you desire.
Vila - "Daughter of the Wine-Dark Sea."
Vila's smile unwavers as you clumsily settle atop her lap. She quickly adjusts, shifting in the slightest just to bring you comfort from where you’re sitting. Her gaze falls upon your face first, her eyes curiously searching your own.
Vila embraces your waist and pulls you tighter, her lips suddenly finding your neck. She peppers your skin with feather-light pecks that level as quickly as they came. The occasional brush of her fang as she kisses you sends a pleasant shiver within your spine. Vila feels you shudder within her hold, but would rather not comment on it.
She moves her way up until she's level with you. Vila is close enough that her breath just barely mingles with yours. Without giving it much thought, she quickly captures your lips with her mouth and slides her palms across the expanse your back.
Adèle Tavernier - "Brume."
Brume nearly jolts from her seat when you pull the door of the driver's side. She hardly gets a chance at retorting when you find you place on her lap, seating yourself comfortably.
Brume's hand subconsciously reaches for your hip as a means to ground herself whilst the other picks up a macaron. "No destination yet, I presume?" She begins before she lets herself bite into the French delight, chewing as quietly as she possibly can.
Your weight on her legs makes her feel more anxious than usual. Brume is rigid, as if one wrong move will get herself into another squabble. Her palm hesitantly snakes around your waist with a deliberateness that unexpectedly sends a shiver traveling down your spine. Brume sucks in a breath before slowly planting a kiss to your neck.
i'm still unemployed. hi. also my brother wouldn't stop playing multiple variants of the bakushin umamusume song while i was writing these.
ft. argus, tuesday, willow, druvis iii, lilya, hissabeth, brume, anjo nala
length : VERY short, about 100 words each part
prompt : kissing reverse 1999 girls / women while they're busy / distracted! (inspired by @/xilurs on tiktok!)
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, use of pet names, potential ooc, grammar errors, not betaread
sotd : "ultraviolence" by lana del rey
a/n : part 3... took me a month but i finally got this finished 😛(additional: brume's part was written before she was released in global and was proofread AND edited by @/matildascrystal on tt)
Argus - "All Seeing Light."
Argus slides the cloth against the sides of her rifle, polishing it clean of grime and dust. She leans back against the edge of a nearby table, the brim of her hat blocking her view of the sun above.
She doesn't notice your approach, lifting her head only to be met with your lips finding hers. The mercenary lets out a grunt and pauses what she was doing, setting her weapon aside before finally diverting her attention to you.
Her hands map out your body like she's memorizing it, palms sliding up your waist, chest, then eventually, your jaw. She holds your face when you two part, maintaining eye contact whilst her eye glints with mischief.
"Ain't you a bundle full of surprises, dear?"
Tuesday - "Miss Horror."
You grasp Tuesday's neck in a possessive hold to pull her closer mid-sentence, the maid dropping her broom and letting it clatter to the floor. Her lips smash against yours, the other woman's pale cheeks flushing pink.
Her hauntingly beautiful laugh that bubbles up quickly dissolves into a sharp intake of breath when you bite down on her bottom lip. She tastes of honeysuckle and sweet lies, when your tongue brushes near her teeth, the maid retaliating by pushing you right up against the nearest wall.
"Tsk. Greedy thing," She mutters against your lips, breath ragged and heavy while she deepens the kiss with intense fervor. Then she parts, lips curling into a wicked grin with a sultry look in her eye. "I like that."
Willow - "Charlotte O'Hagan."
"I'll be out for a bit. I need ingredients." Willow barely manages to take a half step out the door when your fingers wrap around her wrist. She pauses, whirling around to protest, only to feel your lips slotting with hers in the next moment.
A shudder runs through Willow's spine, her free hand loosening its grip on the doorknob. She reluctantly gives in, reciprocating the action with a flutter of her eyelids. As soon as you both break apart, she turns around to leave. When she does, your hold only tightens, prompting the other woman to stop.
"You..." She begins, eyes searching your expression for any sign of surrender. Finding none, she grumbles but kicks the door shut. "Fine. It can't hurt to stay longer." She mutters, kissing you again with more force than necessary.
Druvis III - "The Druid."
The wind whistles as it blew past Druvis' figure, her head tilting up as she watches how the trees sway in the slightest. The leaves fall and scatter, distracting her from hearing your approach.
She blinks and snaps from her thoughts, feeling your steady fingers threading into her hair and bringing her closer. She relaxes immediately, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. Her hands found your waist, the warmth of the druid's body contrasting the cool breeze.
When you two leisurely part, Druvis smiles ever so slightly and presses her forehead against yours, eyes closing contentedly. "...Thank you." She whispers, voice soft as silk.
Lilya - "Goddess of Victory."
With the grace of someone who had lost all patience, you grab Lilya's face with both hands and pull her in, cutting the pilot off mid-word.
She nearly drops her flask in shock, ceasing her movements completely once your lips came in contact with hers. She tastes of vodka and reckless decisions, a surprised gasp emitting from her throat.
Lilya's eyes flutter shut, her gloved palms finding your waist. For once, the first-class pilot keeps quiet even when you pull away to catch your breath. Her lips eventually form into what looks like a fond smile, the breathless laugh that escapes her mouth soothing when it reaches your ears.
"You know how to shock a girl." She remarks.
Hissabeth - "Sylvie Dubois."
Hissabeth nearly drops the materials for her next experiment when your fingers curl into the fabric of her garment, dragging her into a kiss filled with pent-up heat.
She backs up until her hip meets the edge of her desk. setting the tools aside. She grabs ahold of your shoulders, your body pressing flush with the melusine's. She playfully nips at your lip, drawing out a sound out of you that rings in her ears.
The moment you two part, she's already tilting your chin up to exposure your neck. Hissabeth leans in close, sharp fangs grazing your skin.
"A little off-task won't hurt anyone." She purrs, palms sliding beneath your shirt.
Brume - "Adèle Tavernier."
"Oh, I'm finished." A relieved sigh leaves Brume's lips when she lounges back into her seat, shutting the engine of her car off before her eyes close. You shift, making your way over the Brume's side.
When she least expected it, you sat right onto her lap and cradled Brume's face between your palms. Her eyes open, widening in surprise. She didn't process the situation until your lips press against hers, but she eventually melts into it, her hands coming to a rest at your hips.
When you part away for air, the driver you're straddling whines in protest and leans in for your neck. She attacks your collarbone with hasty pecks, her breath hot against your neck when she whispers. "Don't surprise me like that..."
Anjo Nala - "Nala Hari."
Anjo Nala nearly trips off of the empty stage when your fingers slide into her hair, the singer's priceless gasp echoing in your ears before you mash your lips against hers.
The succubus' fingers twitch against her microphone before she lets it drop to the floor with a thump. She seizes your shoulders, a shudder traveling through her body when your fingers tighten in her curls.
Anjo is left breathless as you part away, silence ensuing. Her mouth is agape as she tries to find the words to fill in the quiet space surrounding the both of you. When she speaks, her words come out in a delicate whisper.
"The least you could do was warn me..." She mutters.
