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 🥺🥺
tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, (suggestive implications on corvus' part?) use of pet names, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread
sotd : white feather hawk tail deer hunter by lana del rey
a/n : still unemployed (lowk i think tumblr won't let me post my intro because of a nickname my friend gave me but there is literally nothing wrong with it?? so i had to redo it oops)
Marianne Ténébrun - "Sentinel."
Sentinel's rigid posture falters in the slightest as you find your place on her lap, facing toward her. Your unexpected approach leaves the gargoyle's sharp mind blank, as if the feeling of you sitting on her thighs made her head short-circuit. Her cold hands twitch at her sides before they come to a rest at your waist.
"Chéri..." She begins, but she's unable to utter another word when the distance between the both of you shortens. Sentinel squirms slightly when your lips meet, her palms sliding up until they halt at your shoulders. She reciprocates the kiss, craving her head to the side in the slightest.
A low sound leaves Sentinel's throat only to turn into a muffled grunt when your fingers tangle in her hair. She pulls back with a sharp intake of breath, only to press her lips on your neck.
Marsha Rosenhart - "Oath Unyielding."
Marsha doesn't register your approach at first until the slightest press of your back against her armor-clad shoulder snaps her out of her mind. Marsha has perplexity written all over her soft features, the woman slowly taking in the way you're seated on her lap to the undeniably close proximity between the two of you.
She emits a pleasant sigh, setting aside documents and shifting all her attention to you. Her warm eyes gaze upon your figure from the side, orbs filled with admiration. She can't help but grin in the slightest. Marsha loops her arms around your waist, keeping you where she needs you to be. Her forehead falls against the nape of your neck, muffling her drowsy groan.
"You're a bit of a distraction, you know." She teases sweetly, planting a feather-light kiss on your skin.
Moldir - "Idyll of the Luberon."
Moldir's rigidity cracks the moment your weight settles firmly against her thighs. The other woman makes a startled yet barely audible sound, her mind processing the closeness of your warmth against her own, stone-cold figure.
She presses her chest against your back whilst her arms snake around your waist. Her hold is almost crushingly tight, her face pressing into the crook of her neck to muffle her rather labored breathing.
She clutches your body and inhales your scent just to remember the feeling of you being with her at this very moment. She only loosens her grip when your hand settles for one of her wrists. It's not long until the toll of being on the field catches up to Moldir. She finds a comfortable place on your shoulder for her head to rest on, her eyes fluttering close.
Iglika - "Corvus."
Corvus perks her head up the moment you straddle her lap, tired eyes fixing on your face. Her pen clatters to the cold wooden floor, hands now hovering just above your hips. She releases a deep breath she's held for the past few seconds, her palms hesitantly coming to a rest atop your thighs.
"Love, you're interrupting my job." She rasps, her words stopping short as you hastily slot your lips with hers. Corvus emits a heavy groan, eyes fluttering close contentedly. Your tongue boldly flicks against her mouth, eliciting a startled gasp from the conductress. Corvus slides her palms up against your back with the intent of pulling you closer, your bodies now pressing flush together.
With enough stalling, Corvus loops her arms around your figure and lifts you up with the intention of advancing this moment elsewhere.
Ms. Campbell - "Tooth Fairy."
Tooth Fairy's vision blanks out when she's suddenly met with the view of your chest. She hums, dazed eyes trailing upward until she meets your gaze. She can practically feel your piercing look boring into her, leaving the doctor at a loss for words.
"What are you..." Tooth Fairy begins, only for the rest of her sentence to catch at the back of her throat. She plays along, a palm sliding across the expanse of your back to reel you closer and closer to her body. She uses her free hand to lower her brace, your lips mashing with hers once she does.
Tooth Fairy nearly loses her breath, a heavy groan emitting from the other woman. She parts away with a gasp, chest heaving. Despite it all, she drags you back in for another taste of your lips as her eyes blissfully flutter shut.
ft. corvus, sentinel, marsha, merel, tooth fairy, moldir
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, marsha is a bit frisky on her part, potential ooc, grammar errors
a/n : hello everynyan part two of that gorgeous prompt... waowie... enjoy!
Corvus - "Iglika."
Corvus sets her knitting set aside with an exasperated groan, pinching the bridge of her nose with a heavy exhale. She hears you shuffle and stride toward her desk, tired eyes locking onto your approaching figure.
You watch her eyes go wide when you lean in and kiss her slowly-deliberately, before they flutter shut. For the first time, Corvus' cold expression into what looks like the peace. The conductress takes no time in pulling you into her lap, arms looping around your midriff and keeping you where she needs you to be.
The moment you two break from the intimate gesture, she allows herself a smile. "I suppose I'll let you do that more often."
Sentinel - "Marianne Ténébrun."
You yank Sentinel in a kiss full of heat and pent-up frustration, a dangerous sound escaping the sniper's lips as your mouth crashes with hers. She grunts, her rifle clattering to the cold floor. Her pale hands slide up your back, a shiver traveling through your spine the moment her palm reaches the back of your head and locks you in place.
She kisses you back with the intensity of a woman who'd never ever want to forgot how your lips feel and taste. She emits a frustrated groan once you break away to catch your breath, jaw clenching tight with the restraint of kissing you again.
Her breathing is ragged as her forehead presses against yours, her eyes fluttering whilst your breaths mingle in the air. "I really, really needed that."
Marsha - "The Oath Unending."
Grabbing a fistful of Marsha's clothing, you slam your lips with hers as she grunts against your mouth, medical equipment crashing to the floor. She grasps your neck with both hands, taking over the kiss in the most delicious way possible.
Her tongue flicks against your lips, the tip of it barely reaching your teeth. Before she advances, she's breaks apart with a gasp at the sound of Creius barking orders from the outside the tent. Marsha sighs deeply as her grip on your neck loosens, head pressing against your shoulder.
"We went off task," she laughs against your skin, planting a kiss against your neck. "can't wait to have you all by myself."
Merel - "Guard."
Merel paces around the military tent relentlessly, muttering her plans for current missions and scattering papers everywhere. She pauses through the files before letting out irritated sigh. When Merel turns around, you seize the opportunity and run your fingers through her hair.
When you pull her closer, the kiss short-circuits her already cluttered mind.
Once you two separate, Merel stammers out into a mix of incoherent words. "You-!" She stutters, the heat from her nise rising to her flustered face. "That was so uncalled for!" She remarks, yet she can't help but lean in for another kiss.
Tooth Fairy - "Ms. Campbell."
You remain across the room Tooth Fairy, waiting for the moment she finally allows herself a break. Tooth Fairy busies herself with the medical equipment, the sound of instruments clattering and the faint buzz of the ceiling lights the only noise within the room.
When she had finally put everything away, she turns all of her attention towards you and lowers her braces. You seize the opportunity, heading closer and mashing your lips against the other woman's, drawing out a fond gasp from her.
"How... impatient." She mutters against your lips, taking over and kissing you more deeply-passionately. "Good, stay. Please." She rasps, breath ghosting over your mouth.
Moldir - "Zeno's Soldier."
Your palms hold Moldir's face where it needs to be, pulling her in for a slow kiss that makes the other woman's body lock up. Your gesture breaks away all of that soldier-focused demeanor, making her surrender to your hold.
She submits to your kiss with a broken sound that makes your gut twist, her lip quivering the more her cold mask cracks. She reciprocates desperately, your bodies so close her noses brushes against yours.
Slowly, you begin to part away, but Moldir clutches your arms as if you'd disappear if she ever let you go. There's a rare shine within her eyes, a mix of something raw and vulnerable. "Don't go." She pleads. "Not yet. It's too soon."
