This is a side blog for writing "x Reader" in many fandoms. My main is @gorefolk and I wanted to separate my art and my self-indulged stuff from fics.
ONLY "x Reader" stuff in here.
Requests: OPEN and much appreciated. Anonymous is on. Request; drabble, headcanon/s, fluff, angst, smut. BUT please, expect a delay in replies, have patience with me, I can't guarantee to answer to everything, I apologize in advance for that.
!!! I won't do anything for peds or incest/t-cest!!! I will only do kinks/bdsm that I'm comfortable with if you'd request it, ask about them tho. I am okay with blood/gore.
I'm using Y/n to describe the Reader, sometimes it will be AFAB or GN, but I will do AMAB/male if you'd request it.
Character pairing: (Until Dawn) Joshua Washington & GN!Reader
Summary: Y/n comes back to Blackwood Mountain to search for their friend, hoping he's alive, and not counting on the possibility Josh may not be the Josh that they find.
Warnings: Wendigos, Wendigo!Josh, creepy/spooky-ish, quite the cliffhanger at the end (AKA author ran out of juice)
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It was hard to go back the first time, unbelievably so, and here is Y/n coming back up this cursed mountain a second time after the hell that broke loose. But they had to return.
Almost half a year went by and there were no news of the rescue teams coming back with Josh — the one whom was the source of half the trauma his friends went through, and also the only one said friends had left behind.
Correction — Michael left behind. His reasoning was that he’d been certain nothing but imminent death was Joshua’s fate, although he didn’t witness it…
Y/n and others will probably never forget and, understandably so, will never forgive Joshua, but leaving him behind was unfair. Unjustified.
And Y/n knew it was naive to believe he survived an encounter with a Wendigo, Hannah, but since Mike couldn’t confirm Joshua’s death, only that he was dragged off screaming, there was this slim string of hope Y/n held onto.
Right after Beth, Josh was a close friend of Y/n’s. Perhaps a liiiiittle over the “friend-treshold”. Holding hands and cuddling were not so forgein to the two of them when they knew each other since middle school, and people around got used to the platonic display of affection by time.
Those who dissaproved of such a friendship were Mr. and Mrs. Washington, especially Josh’s mother.
Joshua’s always been a tough shell to crack, but only when you get underneath one layer you get a lot more layers to unveil — and perhaps understand along the way, if you trully care about him.
Beth knew of the fleeting looks Y/n sent Josh’s way when he wasn’t looking, and Mrs. Washington had seen them as well. The matriarch of the Washingtons did not like the idea of a potentional relationship, although did nothing to get between them for whatever may her reason be.
And Beth, who resembles her mother the most out of all three children, is nothing like their mother — the twin had an inkling and she more or less supported it. Her best friend becoming her in-law? Beth would’ve been elated to the moon and back! Yet, she was still cautious given her brother’s condition.
She didn’t want her brother and Y/n to suffer a heartbreak and have a sad, crumbling relationship.
But Beth is not here now, she died more than a year ago at this very Mountain and for the past year Joshua and Y/n had been through a miscommunication — or a lack of it, rather.
While Y/n ached for more contact with their friend, back then it seemed like a sensible idea not to pile up on Josh since most of the time he was seeing his psychologist or was locked up in his room to hide from the world, and his parents preffered that over him going out there and getting himself in trouble or endager himself or others around him.
Maybe that was- is the most shittiest thing a friend could do.
Just when Y/n sees Joshua after a year, on the anniversary of his missing sisters, they foolishly thought and tried to mend their broken bond.
Sadly, Joshua had another plans than being all buddy-buddy with every single one of them. It’s not like the whole crew put in much effort to make it easier for their dear friend Josh either…
The lift up the cable car alone pulled out flashbacks of what had happened here a few months ago, therapy didn’t help that much, the wounds were still too fresh to heal up and forget all about them. And Joshua was still out there, on top of this cursed mountain, all alone — or, at least, Y/n hoped for that to be the case. Thoughts of a possibility to find Joshua’s corpse were pushed back to keep on gripping onto their courage not to falter.
Y/n was glad they weren’t stupid enough to go back at night time since they foolishly went all on their own.
But who else would have went with them?
Chris? No time on his hands, since he’s taking care of Ashley, thought he’d have gone for his best friend without a second thought.
Samantha, Ashley and Jessica are out of (psychical) commission, and will be for a while, per Dr. Hill’s words.
Michael? Hard NO. He would 100% try to talk Y/n out of going.
And while Matt would be kind and brave enough – not to mention sane – to come, he has a lot of things to sort out with Emily, who is currently avoiding everyone else.
That leaves Y/n as a one man army. Yayyy..?
On the bright side, no one will be holding them back or be overbaringly bossy. They will be their own chief. And not be an obvious group of people out in the woods as Wendigo prey as a bonus.
That way — if they happen to die out there, no one of Y/n’s friends will suffer the consiquences. It’s better that way.
Y/n began their search at the, then burned, now in reconstruction lodge. Sure, it felt all too easy to get up here. The cable car was working and unlocked, they got over the gate’s walls with barely any issue, and the whole walk over there was just as secure as back then without feeling like they’re being watched.
That’s when Y/n realised Josh’s parents did that on purpose. In case he ever returns or finds his way there, like they once did when Hannah and Beth went missing. They may be shitty parents, but in their own way they have always tried to provide for their children to have the best.
And Joshua was always mama’s boy, that woman went to great lengths for him, so there should be no surprise there that the lodge is in repair and this quickly. But that sentiment didn’t mean Y/n has less of a spite against Josh’s parents.
Y/n inspected the more sheltered places of the lodge, two rooms on the main floor and the in-ground floor were done and mostly dry, just a little freezing, although the winter is long gone, barely any snow leaves the highest peaks of mountains. At least it’s something decent enough to stay at for a while, they didn’t count on finding Joshua or the bits of him anytime soon.
The search was indeed a long and tiring one…
When the area around the lodge was searched through, Y/n moved boldly to the higher, deeper grounds of the woods.
Fortunately, the first two days were Wendigo-less, none of those monsters that could’ve escaped the asylum were frollicking about and in a way it was a relief — but on the other hand… whatever this mountain has in store will be ten times the vicious horror than last time, they had to keep in mind to hurry up to miss the misfortune by a hair if they ever wish to get back alive. With or without Josh.
Y/n’s next stop was a cabin, way up the Blackwood Mountain. They took off at dawn but because of some setbacks (trees in the path and steep inclines) they had to go around a few times.
Although making it to the cabin at an impressive time, still, it was a close call. Just enough time for Y/n to barricade themselves in for tonight.
It was about ten minutes after midnight when a howling noise at the distance startled Y/n awake. It could be wolves, but this sounded close to a wind… a screeching wind? They sat parched on a mattress they dragged off into the cabin’s bathroom, and listened to the everstretching silence.
The screeching echoed through the woods, a little closer now, and their blood ran cold like ice in their veins — you don’t forget or be mistaken about a sound that is haunting your dreams each and every night. Like this one.
Many blame odd sounds on owls and foxes, because they don’t have a specific one, but in this case that would be just a fool’s false security. Y/n doesn’t have the guts to lie to themself and go back to sleep, not after…
They shuffled into a gap between a sink and a bathtub, hooded inside their two layers of blankets in hopes to disappear.
Y/n pulled out of their bag a spray deodorant and a pocket lighter, coming back here was definitely stupid but no one can say they didn’t come prepared. Although this little weapon is just a wanna-be flamethrower, unlike the Stranger’s one, it should be sufficient enough for now… For a hit-and-run action.
They, first, took control over their rapid breathing. Y/n knows how to survive now. Acting like a toad, not moving, barely breathing, and keeping silent is the key to live another day but it should not be always counted on to work every time. Only do it when there is no other option. Like now.
Even with a heartbeat in their ears, Y/n could hear the screeching had gotten softer but not further from their shelter.
The scratching on the wood and crunching snow were quite a give-away for them to stay on alert for that not-so-silent hunter.
It took Y/n a while to recognise a sound of a whisper that the wind carried. It wasn’t howling nor screeching, or growling, but a voice.
Someone was calling out…
Sam?
But… what would Samantha be doing out here in the open at this ungodly hour?
Did she follow Y/n? They didn’t exactly tell anyone they’re going on a trip in the first place… Did both of them happen to have the same idea to look for Joshua?
Strangely still, if taken into consideration, how would she know someone is inside the cabin? Any trace of footprints would’ve been covered from the snowstorm by now.
Y/n shakily stood, unrolled from the blankets, and crawled over to the locked door as quietly as possible.
There is another reason why Y/n is wary.
Ever since Sam returned from the Mount Washington a second time, a bad habbit had struck with her. She opted to speak in a whisper, even when it was unnecessary and jumped at her own raised voice. Dr. Hill said she might stay that way either for some time or forever, depends on her, if she should wish to conquer her fears and demons.
So, Samantha on this mountain, and shouting, is barely – if at all – plausible.
This place may not be purged from all Wendigos like Y/n first thought…
Disclaimer: mix of Spanish language, Reader is not V, tattoo needles, it's somewhat fluff, maybe a side dish of hurt-comfort, Jackie and Reader become fast friends, use of Y/n, use of they/them for the reader to keep it neutral.
Author's note: literally had this in my drafts for a year? Anyway it was going nowhere so I shall share what I got. Enjoy... Times are tough and if you'd be kind enough to give this some feedback, consider supporting me too?? Got a Ko-fi page
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"You good over there, amigo?"
Y/n almost smiled, distracted from their bubble of a locked-in world they lifted the machine's needle before it could stab the skin and leave a permanent ink splotch behind where it shouldn't be. Quite amusing, for a client to be giving such questions instead of the tattoo artist themself, when he had been bottling down the pained winces for an hour.
Though it was naturally considerate.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Y/n didn't mask the mirth in their tone as their eyes shifted to the green gaze that stared right back at them.
Jackie's perky smile remained as he laid his head back down against the chair, resuming the boring survey on the ceiling, silently grateful to have moment without the pokes of a needle. "'Cause you've been hunched over like a shrimp, don't seem comfortable to me."
"A small price for the job I love," They returned the machine to his tawny, freckled skin and Jackie's jaw tightened, inking the lining black on his right clavicle would've been done with just under half-an-hour tops if it weren't for the details of a gun with a pinup model. Y/n felt both their spine and hand complain as late hours drew in and they had been booked since morning by other clients.
But Y/n wasn't complaining, any tattooer would feel the same, he was a beautiful canvas to ink. It would make any artist rabid to get a chance to paint somebody like this good-spirited Latino man.
And, so far, Jackie had been very cooperative for his first visit.
Though he already had one ink art done on the opposite side of his chest, same spot, different tattoo. From experience, one learns to tell which tattoo was the first ever the client chose to test the waters with. But a thick, outlined star was certainly not on Y/n's bingo card. This guy looked rough 'n' gruff all over, this preculiar drawing on his body did look a little funky, but their opinion is not for sharing.
"Don't you want to take a break, Welles? There's no rush with your birthday gift... Or?"
Left hand was quick to dismissively flop from the armrest. "No, no, I can keep goin'. I'd like to show the full artistry to mi amor when she comes pick me up."
Y/n thought it was sweet of a partner to do, Jackie's girlfriend made sure to get him booked in their schedule months in advance.
Carmilla and them had been somewhat of a friends, when that woman had been visiting the workshop for as long as they remember to the point she became a regular, too.
Although Y/n didn't come near certain things with a shovel within ten feet — they were no naive dumbass. Hushed words on the streets from 'underground' tattletales spread around Night City about the mafia, and their turfs, and whatnot. The name "Valentinos" have been one of those mentioned — once seeing the custom jackets and clothes of with said name in embroidery, it was easy to put two and two together.
Though, someone like Jackie Welles gives too much of an impression of a good guy than belong with those thugs... Maybe that is why many say; "don't judge a book by its cover".
"A masochist, ey?" Y/n teased lightheartedly before their face fell into their trademark poker-face.
Drawing tits with a tattoo machine is no easy task and mistakes can't be afforded, there is no eraser, no undo-button. Sometimes they wondered if they aren't one foot already in gambling. Y/n wants these boobs to be drawn magnificantly for the sake of their own pride — nobody better take that out of context.
"Now— Don't go assuming things, choom." Jackie was close to wheezing his words as he was entertainingly taken aback when Y/n said it so confidently. But witch his body twitching, they had to lift the needle from his chest not to end up stabbing him deeper than they should. One of his many gold chains got in the way of the tattoo and Y/n nudged it away with the back of their hand. "I like pain a normal amount, like.. like any other guy, ya know?"
"No," was Y/n's curt retort with little to no emotion. "But there is no shame in being kinky."
Jackie's disgruntled huff left his nostrils and his side-eye whipped right down at his tattooer, still catching the glimmer of mischievousness in their eyes, the santitary mask could not hide all from the likes of him. But it was all in good fun, he was happy to learn that Y/n has a sense of humor.
"Unless it is your kink?" they lifted their head at the same time with the needle, staring blank-faced right at their customer like a cop interrogating a criminal about involvement in murder.
Jackie didn't bat an eye, keeping up a stellar performance with his dripping sarcasm. "Yeah. My kink's all about being poked at with fuckin' sharp objects and end up like a swiss cheese, obviously.."
A pregnant pause in silence followed before the two of them bursted into hollering laughter and snorts, Y/n started and Jackie got contained by it for a solid fifteen seconds.
"Okay- okay- Knife play is where I draw the line. Lay back down, Welles, I'm almost done." Y/n surrendered in the exchange and waited for him to settle down to finish the tattoo.
"Aww, you ain't no fun, choom- OUCH!" Jackie flinched when the needle poked his bone, but the hunk of a man kept still as much as he could've.
The tattooist offered a sympathetic glance for a hot second before returning back to inking. "You still don't want it coloured?"
He let out a low hum in thought, having second thoughts, but shook his head nonetheless. "Lines are fine. I've got somethin' bigger in mind with a splash o' color, but that's for later."
"Uhuh... You gonna become a regular?" Y/n smiled under the black mask, not that he could see it.
"Eeh, por qué no? You're fun to be 'round, and you do some sick tats', would love to see what number you can do on me." Jackie breathed and his gaze was focused at an unimportant spot on the ceiling to distracting himself from the needle. His tone has a natural rasp to it and causes unique phonation to his type of voice. It was nice to listen to, actually.
Y/n tried not to get so hopeful and giddy — An unrestrained creativity with an almost infinite canvas space?! Heck yea!!
Okay, okay, okay...! Calm yourself. This is a body of a person, we're talking about. Can't just doodle any shit on it, and a client can change their mind about the artist's drawing freedom any second, it isn't a definite decision.... Although, a part of them hoped it would be.
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During the period of getting acquainted, Y/n had come to learn of Jackie's big plans, his high ambitions and wishful dreams.
He was aiming to be something higher, a somebody in a high rank, and they had no doubt he will reach that goal one day if he hadn't already but... Now Y/n can't shake off the dawning, heavy rocks of their shoulders that - compared to someone like Jackie - they are a nobody, actually.
Just a simple person in this high-tech modern age, living their simplest life, making enough humble money doing what they love and also keeping a roof over their head with warm bread on the table. And that is enough, they don't want anything else or more of their life.
In all genuine honesty; what the Hell Jackie Welles sees in somebody so boring?
Is it the charisma that makes Jackie hang around? If so, Y/n is certainly flattered.
Jackie visited once more a few months later for another tattoo on his left forearm, it was still a sketch in development since he couldn't decide much, yet he kept in touch with Y/n all the same outside work. And, admittedly, it's nice to have someone close to a friend.
So, when Y/n hadn't been spammed with texts for three weeks on their phone when it was close to the appointment of inking the actual tattoo, they naturally grew worried with every missed call and unanswered text.
It was pretty much near closing time and Y/n held back an annoyed groan behind the front desk at the computer they were shutting down, now that the table was clean of papers and a very important celandar notebook was in its respectful drawer, freedom was just around the corner until the bell of the front door chimed.
"Sorry, we're closed. Come back tomorrow." they uttered almost mechanically, but being professional all the same, slowly lifting their head from the screen once it turned into a voidless black that mirrored their reflection.
"Who sucked the soul outta you, choom? Hadn't seen ya this lifeless before."
OH.
Y/n can recognize this rasp-like voice from anywhere a miles away, and that teasing lilt to it made their heart skip a pulse.
Their wide eyes flitted in record's time to meet the hazel gaze of an exhausted, yet still full of life, man leaning against the top of the high shelving of the front desk by the right to peer at the tattooer.
"Holyshit— Jack!" Y/n exclaimed without a second thought and began to walk from behind the table in haste, only for their joy being replaced by a little heat of anger a second later now that their friend decided to show himself again.
Seeing Jackie straighten and prepare for a hug almost crumbled Y/n's set-on annoyance. Almost.
He certainly didn't expect the punch that greeted him instead, not that there was much strength put into it. With a dramatic yelp and a step back, he rubbed at his shoulder. Jackie held a faux betrayal on his pout, though he understood why he deserved it.
"Wow, raised on tough love, weren't you?" a tiny smirk curled the corner of his mouth while there was something close to guilt in his tone.
But Y/n certainly didn't feel like joking around and exhaled a sharp huff through their nostrils. They aren't about to outright tell him they were worried, or that his ghosting quite disheartened them, when they were more of a customer-seller than friends after all.
"You should have come over weeks ago for your appointment, and now you decide to show up, Welles? I ain't doing your tattoo tonight."
At that, Jackie flopped his jeweled hand dismissively, an aloof smile rested laxly on his face. "A gig took a lot longer than it should've, I'm honest to God not interested in any more pains tonight.. Grab a drink with me at Afterlife?"
Y/n sharply huffed through their nostrils, unable to stay upset any longer when those green eyes of all sincerity bore into theirs. And they did say they're closed...
"Your treat?" they question, already scraping the keys off the front desk, turning off the computer automatically.
Jackie's laugh suddenly felt much lighter, as if the remains of stress from all sort of things dispersed. Finally. That's the Welles everyone knows and loves. "Sí, sí, you freeloader. On me."
I am not dead, just busy, and hyperfixating on other things (fandoms) atm 😅
I fell in love with this guy despite knowing next to nothing about the fandom he came from (plot-wise, I stalked through every video of him on YT and checked the fandom biography page ofc)
I KNOW the dude's dead but not in this house bishes. He's alive and happy and still kicking ass in my book 😤
Idk if you take reqs like this but kenshi and jax with a oia partner that has constant brainrot or is part of gen z either one is fine
Hell-o, anon!
I do take requests, they just take time for me to answer lol.
But I'm sorry, I don't think I'll ever do Jax, I don't have any sort of connection with him (yet) and I would just mess up his character 🥹
Also the part with "Reader from gen z" is like-- it's good that it's specific but I dunno what to make of it, no ideas come to mind.
However! If someone were to say that they want their Character x Reader from a specific time period, like the 80s or whatever, I could get behind that :D
How do you think Reiko would react to Earthrealmer!reader adopting a cat or dog off the streets? Like one day she goes out for groceries and comes back with a stray.
Anyway, I hope you have a good day/night/evening
You said 'she' so I take it's an AFAB Reader? Hope it's alright! Thank you for coming here to remind me this blog exists lol 🫶
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The very moment Reader comes back home, all happy and excited, Reiko slightly weirded tf out. He didn't know buying a new toaster, after he ruined the old one, would make her this jolly—
- until he realised it's not the toaster box under one of Reader's arms that the joy is aimed at; rather on the scruffy, furry animal she carried in the other hand beneath her coat.
"Look what I have! This poor thing was left in a dumpster- can you believe it? Ugh, some people." she immediately blurted at her current 'roommate' as soon as she spotted him standing not that far off, looking stunned.
While Reader goes on and on about her rant Reiko isn't fully concentrating on her words for a moment. He's well aware of people that are sentimental towards animals and critters and would swoon over them as if they were newborns but Reiko doesn't understand it.
He's that type of person that doesn't see the need of giving attention to animals that are not farm animals - but even then, Reiko would rather do something 'productive' than coddle a pet. It's just not his thing.
— and Reiko is certainly against getting attached to anything.
But he supposes he does feel some sort of affinity? with the cat... He, too, had been found an orphan by the General when he was left to die.
Reiko isn't anywhere near close to engaging when Reader cares for their newfound pet.. but he is there.
Scrubbing the cat clean in the bath? He's standing by the doorway.
Drying it? Oh yeah, he's sitting by close somewhere.
Feeding the small creature? Literally sits by on the floor with an excuse of; "Making sure this frail thing eats." like it's no big deal while Reader's swooning to heaven and back..
Reiko is a quiet observer all the while she's taking care of the cat the rest of the night. Playing with it and whatnot.
Reader actually asked him for a name to give to the teeny-tiny feline.
To which Reiko flabbergastedly replies; "Why ask me? That thing is not mine."
The cat stays nameless until then btw... For some reason Reader is keen on Reiko naming it.
Ironically calls the cat her child. Reiko called her insane- from that moment Reader has been calling it their child out of pettiness. And he had no better come-back for that, so he chose to stay quiet.
Now, when the time came for Reiko and the cat to be alone. Just the two of them. All on their own.... Oh boy.
It took all of Reiko's will not to unceremoniously drop the feline the moment it climbed on him. Drop, as in, yeet it across the room, let's be real here.
He sort of just sits still, very riggidly and awkwardly, his arms anywhere but in the cat's way...
But Reiko absolutely didn't expect the cat to be so bold to sort of climb him and start licking at his chin with its tiny tongue. (pls no one tell him that it means kisses lmao)
At first, he wanted to get rid of the feline for real, but his annoyance sort of melted when his kind of a shaved stubble was 'tickled' at with the tongue's caresses. The sandpaper texture felt... oddly good? Comforting?
Okay. He might admit that it didn't feel so bad and irking as he'd first thought.
But when Reiko had enough and wanted to push at the cat's face the little furry baby thought he was about to pet them so it leaned into his palm. Rubbing its tiny head in a curcular pattern, back and forth, unyieldingly.
To say the least, the man was too stunned to speak or do anything else.
For the rest of the day, he tries to be on the move constantly, not to give it another chance to climb him...
Reiko didn't want the cat to begin with. Didn't want to name it, care for it, or look after. He had been distant. But the cat just keeps following him around. Why?!
The cat just... liked him. That's why. And wanted to be near him.
However, we all fellow cat owners know that cats have no limits or boundaries whatsoever when they want something.
Reiko wasn't happy, at all, when the kitten climbed him with ease and balanced itself on his shoulder..... But Reader absolutely loved it, coming home and being welcomed by that sight. So precious.
Sadly, the cat may like more Reiko than the Reader.... to which when she starts to whine about it is when Reiko feels.. some sort of ego boost and pride swell at his chest.
And, yes, the cat sleeps on top of Reiko's chest, just below his chin, each and every night.
Hey, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write some cuddling hcs for Reiko. I'm feeling a lil bit down at the moment.
I'm sorry I'm late to reply! Life's been getting- ehm, livelier lol. Hope you feel better 🫶
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Reiko himself is NOT a cuddler (at the beginning). Let's get it straight. The General raised him to be anything but. :')
Doesn't mean that he'd pull Reader away - if they would be close, knew one another, for a long time!
He gets introduced to affection: hugs, smooches, cuddling, all that jazz because of and thanks to Reader.
Reiko was sour one day, feeling the blues, feeling like he's not a perfect soldier, that he's not doing enough for General Shao — and Reader happened to be passing by their humble house while Reiko was slouching in the lounge all on his own with his guard down.
Reader being the good friend/lover that they are couldn't just pretend that he's NOT sad...
Reiko perks the moment he hears you approach, his frame ever so slightly tense to pretend he hadn't been vulneable just moments prior.
Reader doesn't ask what's wrong, instead, they sit down on his lap, facing him — and it takes Reiko very much by surprise.
He's unable to formulate coherent sentences while Reader sits comfily across his thighs and folds their arms around his neck, bringing him closer until his ear was pressed gently against their heartbeat, Reader's chin in the crown of his head.
Reiko's arms are awkwardly positioned in the air, confused about what to do with them before hesitantly putting his palms on Reader's calfs while his head was craddled and Reader slowly rocked their bodies back and forth.
The proud soldier was puzzled by being held like he - a warrior - would be a piece of percelain in Reader's embrace...
.... But it's not like it was unpleasant, quite the opposite actually.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, the only thing filling Reiko's ears was their heartbeat and soft exhales over his head.
Reiko doesn't talk about whatever is brainstorming in his mind, it's hard for him to open up and Reader should be kind enough not to try pry it out of him — because it would've only made things worse. Some people just need time and patience.
But it's safe to say from now on Reiko will 'ask' for more cuddles after that.
He won't say it, but he'd give Reader that sort of an exhausted look or a slightly brush his callous fingers over their arm, when they have their privacy.
Reiko just needs to be held. That's all. No need for words.
Can we please get a part two to of the ReikoxEarthrealm!Reader headcanons, I’d really appreciate it if you did😊
My, my! You're a second person to ask for continuation! But the first one asked for a fic tho so that one will take some time, since I think I mayyyy go a little different direction than this part 2 of this HC since I started the fic drafts first lol. Longer fics just take time, guys.
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𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 sfw & nsfw-ish || part 2
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I won't lie to you - things will get awkward between the two. For a LONG time.
Reiko is an honorable man but he was saved by an Earthrealmer. His mind is reeling with indecisions of how he should act around Reader. He wants to show gratitude but his hate for Reader's kind runs deep - and what's making it harder is that Reader's a civilian. And a honorable warrior doesn't hurt those, especially when they're harmless.
So Reiko's trying to be... nice(?). But not too much. He can be quite an asshole.
He's actually not shy to flaunter around and boast how Outworld is far superior.. ((my guy... It's like..... 2am.. go the fuck to bed))
But he's not good with his words, instead of all the "thank you"s he is a man of action so it means he's helping around Reader's home as much as he can/is able to.
But kitchen is a place he should not step into. Back in Outworld, it's fine, he can coock alright, but this modern look and appliances... he's really confused by a lot of things in Reader's home generally but something that actually didn't survive its first encounter with Reiko was a toaster.
The moment the toasts flew up all of a sudden had him yelp. Literally. And he punched the electrical device into the next room.
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R. I. P. toaster
Reader has to get a new one once they'll save enough money.
And. damn. does he actually feel kinda bad when he learns about how tight with money it is in Earthrealm.
What he struggled with the most was privacy.
Listen, he's a soldier. He's been at wars. And quite often there is no luxury such as privacy. And when you see naked bodies everywhere for a decade you began to ignore it and treat it like a normal thing (example: gynecologists), and being no royalty you literally get no privilege to have a bath to yourself.
The only one embarrassed and weirded out — understandably so — was Reader.
Reiko wouldn't even dare put his hands on an Earthrealmer but with the way he was raised, and lives, he just is used to share a bath/shower.
Was very surprised to find out someone is actually able to kick him out of a room verbally. Reader hadn't a free hand to spare to throw anything at him anyway.
Him walking around naked was another thing he had to un-learn.
Reader called him a "pervert" for literally promenading butt-naked.
But it's not like he didn't notice Reader ogling him.
"At least I'm not staring at someone's body like a piece of meat."
That comeback made Reader flushed and sputter out incoherent words to mask their embarrassment but couldn't quite find it in themself to bite back at that. Because... Yes.. Reader really drank in the sight of the sculpted warrior's body, shamelessly.
For a few days Reiko was stubborn to lay down his uniform and armor, refusing to put on anything 'casual' or to look as if he 'fits in' as Reader said.
He doesn't want to 'fit in', this is who he is and others should just leave him be.
Reader thinks it would be better if he were to attract less attention if he were to go outside. Everyone would think he's one of those people who cosplay and live 24/7 like that OR it could actually catch the eye of the FBI or whoever and they would snatch him off the street because of knowing who he is.
Reiko had to swallow his pride. Literally. And accept a slight change.
Reader bought him a red, flannel shirt and new shoes, let him keep his pants at least... And the face paint had to go too.
Reader had to FIGHT with the make-up removal products for their life. Reiko's war paint was meant to stay on. Better than any foundation Reader ever came across, would make any Drag Queen's make-up brand seethe with envy.
It was almost like peeling it away from a wall, that it made Reader feel bad when they had to scrub a little harder against his skin.
It was... quite a scare? uhm, almost unnatural to see him without the black paint on his face, especially around his eyes. If I can put it that way? The black made his pale, white eyes stood out more but now it did made him look less... intimidating.
But this was also a win for Reader not to deal with black smudges on their pillows, lol.
When it was time for Reader to go to work Reiko wanted to come with. "Make sure you won't call the authorities on him" or whatever to which Reader is just like; "Noooo...? No you're not." "The Hells you mean, no? I'm not leaving your side."
He's neither a kid or an ill pet to sneak him into Reader's job. But Reiko can't quite grasp the concept of why would that be impossible to come- it's not a war for him not to be allowed there!
In the end, Reiko is left in the public spaces outside Reader's job and they come to check on him at lunch breaks, also getting him some food and drink too.
Reader was nice enough to get Reiko something to read while he'd be by himself for 8 hours, to which he refused to read anything at first, but then gave in after an hour and a half when looking at the same crack in the pavement became boresome.
And it eventually became a routine that Reiko got used to... not that he liked it.
When no one was around he did a quick work-out to still be in shape. Though Reader had to stop him from using a tree as a punching bag. A public tree = therefor should not be vandalized or they'd have to pay a fee.
When Reader's colleague/s wanted to join them on their lunch breaks and actually want to get to know him is when he felt at unease, like, never before in his life had he felt that way until now.
He felt like an imposter, trying to act like he's from their realm while not knowing realms exist... Reader always came in to save him though, never left him at an uncomfortable spot for too long when detecting something is not right.
Reader literally had to learn Reiko's body language. Just because they wanted to.
He didn't notice it but he gave himself away quite a few times. But they didn't have the heart to tell him that, wouldn't want to ruin his confidence of being the best soldier there is.
Reiko would begin to clam in and then his body would sort of lean away from the group. He may not realize it, at all, so perhaps don't point it out.
In his mind, he needs to be a perfect soldier, or he's nothing short of useless.
.... Reader does certainly dislike the one who made him feel that way.
But thank you for being curious, good to know I'm not the only sinner here 👀 we're all in this together. Also! I have seen almost EVERY smut story for this boi (more from the MK11) and everyone has their opinion on how he is as a lover, I have mine, so please be open-minded! Nothing is wrong or right unless the devs would give us an explicit info of his sex life lmao
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G. Shao, nsfw HEADCANONS
Bondage: it's also quite connected to the RP kink. This asshole likes to domineer almost every situation and he has quite a perversive appetite, he likes to rope up folks (he came to that realization when interrogating enemies and was disgused w/ himself at first). He's not an artist per-se but he does think his partner looks pretty tied up. And he's not opposed getting tied up once in a blue moon himself!
Roleplay: he is open to a play that he's comfortable with and that he - more often than not - came up with. Like an interrogation RP that takes a sexual turn. He doesn't necessarily wish to hurt his partner but spanking? He can do that. If it's like slapping, pulling hair, just impact play in general - he will be fine with it as long as his partner ASK him to do just that. He knows he sometimes forgets his own strenght, if you want him to go down on you like a hound dog then you will need lots of years of trust and give him a biiig reassurance before and after sex. ((he has two safewords: tapping three times or say)) He has yet to try switching the roles tho, his partner needs to be fine with being dominant first, he won't be forcing anyone. Another play that's a secret pleasure of his is when he's an Emperor and his lover his spouse.
Dominating & submissing: he prefers to be in charge, likes to have that reassuring control that things won't go south, he likes to have his buttons pushed tho!! Or get his horns pulled 😏 he is not opposed to getting dominated by his partner. He was taught to live to serve, after all *wink wink*👀
Breeding kink: have you seen the boy?? I am convinced he is a dragon hybrid of sort! Shao's kink gets more exposed during his ruts/mating cycles for he goes in fe-ra-l. Bites a lot more, but he's more than happy to kiss them better later!
Size kink: CoMe On NoW. obviously! Hardly there is anyone bigger than him! And although he likes to get spooned in bed he does enjoy having the power to craddle his lover in one hand. It boosts his ego and although he's rough around the edges he's an overprotective softie inside. He takes pride that he can protect and provide but he's not one to baby his partner, they need to be independent, he can't leave to work and worry abt how his weak partner would get hurt just by stepping a foot outside 😔 ((ps: during sex, he enjoys watching his lover's stomach bulge, awakening both his size and breeding kink))
Nylon fetish: say whatever but he is a hips/ass/thighs man. You wear thighs? Fishnets? He is going feral and begins to chomp. (have you SEEN those fangs?!) Also!!! Very nice underwear? Lacy? Silky? Not necessarily fancy? LOVES to see his partner in those. But he never purchases anything, he lets his partner suprise him~
Sadism: he is mean. Cruel. A jackass. Likes to tease and mock people. He has his own opinions on Earthrealm that he almost always shoves down others' throats. But no way would he actually hurt his partner on purpose (slapping his lover's bum doesn't count) BUT in bedroom when both he and his lover are a-okay with something like an impact play it gets his blood pumping in the good way 😏
Wet and messy: he enjoys a good wine. Tastes better off of his partner 👀
BIG no's: breath play, humiliation (I'm sorry but he's not getting a kick out of it in my opinion, on the battlefield and training sessions it's more like a drill of his strict nature or just his big ego but nothing else), public sex (or at last somewhere outside where he knows no one would disturb him and his partner, sadly whenever outside home they get at it it's like the universe has to punish him and almost ALWAYS they are caught like in his office or garden...), watersports
I like the idea that General Shao's remaining army tried to infiltrate Earthrealm through a portal (maybe made by Shang Tsung or whatever) before backing up from the push-back of Mileena's army joined in by Liu Kang and his friends that came to destroy the portals.
Reiko ends up sneaking to the other side of one of the portals when no one's looking, but he's wounded. Like, badly wounded that he just lays there on a ground for a minute to recollect himself.
That's when Reader comes in!
They approach the wounded man with caution. Thinking that it's just a cosplayer who unfortunately met the wrong kind of consevatives that REALLY wanted to make the man know they hate this kind of stuff. — It may be 21st century but you can always come across these kind of people once in a long while.
Reader may not be a doctor and not the most reliable person when it comes to first aid but they do remember some of the basics from school.
Reiko was actually falling unconscious but at the mention of a 'hospital' where he will get medical care; as Reader had said, he sprung to life that it honest to god startled Y/n.
He made so many failed attempts to stand up, all that he managed is to get from his back onto his knees like a flipped turtle.
"I'm.. I'm fine...! Leave me!" is what he kept saying and swatted away Reader's nearing hands that he saw in his peripheral view.
And Reader stood, ready to leave the man be if he so wished. They're just strangers. And it's no business to them what he will do about his condition. They are not in the mood to deal with a 'wounded animal' to risk getting hurt as a thank you for their kindness.
Y/n was almost outta there but a thud behind them made them look back.
And thank god for that because Reiko collapsed again, just a few feet from the spot they first found him in, and Reader run back to his side. They checked the type of damage that has been done, he has nasty scratches and bruises, but his head took quite a hit.
Trust me when I tell you it felt like lifting a muscular dead weight of, around or more than, 70 kilos.
Reader had to call in a friend or two to get Reiko off the street.
It felt so wrong and so stupid to take an injured man home than to a hospital. Y/n's friends kept saying something similar.
Reader had to feel both empathy and naivety at the same time. They thought they didn't want to go to a hospital because of the bills just because he got a 'mild' head injury which they understand.
So instead Reader called in nurse/doctor relatives to nonchalantly ask what to do, saying it's them who got a little bump and also what would be the worst cases and how to deal with them...... Yes very cunning.
Also. Google. The one and only place that (should) have all the answers.
The worse thing that could happen is that he won't wake up and Reader will have to use the incognito page to search how to get rid of a body of a person they don't know at all...
But fortunately! he does wake up!! Yay—
—- Or at least it was a little celebration, until Reader found themself in a head-lock. Choking.
Reiko spat so many words and so many questions that Reader didn't know which to answer first, from any new question Y/n forgot what they wanted to say to answer the question before.
But it was more than clear this guy is angry.
And strong. Damn.
Reader tried to wiggle free, pat at his arms to loosen up his grip on their throat. And Reiko does so when he realized Y/n is not a danger to him. Quite harmless.
Because, first; in his condition an enemy would not treat him with care. and second; Reiko could have been finished off if Reader so wished to attack back - use his wounds to their advantage or anything else but they did neither of those.
A civilian. Is the conclusion Reiko came to. But that still doesn't mean he can't find himself at a knifepoint anytime soon.
Once Reiko let go altogether, Reader scooted as far away as possible almost hitting their coffee table in the process while he sits back on the sofa he was resting on and looked around the odd home of an Earthrealmer.
It was very awkward for a couple of moments in between them.
It was Reiko who spoke first again, demanding answers to his questions but now he asked one by one and without anything squeezing their throat it was easier for Reader to answer.
Reiko remained cautious while Y/n was a little on edge but confused and curious more than anything.
This sure is one rocky start to an acquaintance...
Just because Kenshi and Johnny are best buds doesn't mean he gets a green APPROVED pass of a big brother from JC just that easy! Oh no no no, don't be so naive
Johnny is overprotective. Let's get that straight
That is the reason why Reader and Kenshi kept their relationship a secret for so long -- even thought Johnny could smell from miles away that something was up
When they DO get to tell Johnny that they have been dating it's almost the end of the year since they started to date. JC freaks out okay? He's an overreactive diva of course he does! And it's his baby sibling we're talking about!
Kenshi doesn't really do PDA so it was fine with him to be "hidden under the Johnny Cage radar" for a while. As they say, under the candle is the most shadow! :D
That being said... I think we all know how/where Reader met that swordsman. It was when Kenshi broke into Johnny's house, Reader woke up just in time to see their brother beat up the intruder, then they help tie up Kenshi while panicking. Like— they should have called the police right? Why the hell JC isn't doing just that?!
Anyway, it was quite a hot piece of meat Reader had tied to a chair...
Reader and Kenshi got to know each other properly when he, Johnny, and their other two friends return from Outworld
Although Kenshi felt like he knew them better now, even when they haven't directly interacred until now. You see, Johnny was mentioning his sweet little sibling every. damn. day. Kenshi didn't ask but the actor didn't care, he gushed about Reader and showed pictures he took —— Kenshi took a liking to hearing about what the Carlton siblings were up to in their teen years ((they were quite a migraine to any adult lol)) after he lost his sight
Reader isn't into movies, weirdly enough, they prefers series. At least Kenshi has longer essays, plus theories and whatnot to hear about. He likes to take his very occupied mind off everything by listening to the stories of series Reader lives for, just like when he appreciated Johnny's stories about his films during his 'darkest' time. (pun very intended)
Now and then Reader may drop an anime/manga that they're into
Kenshi is pretty busy being one of the OIA agents but when he's back from missions he spends as much time with Reader as possible — when not knocked out cold that is but even then they both gladly stay snoozing in bed all day, snuggled together if not doing olympics in bed.
Reader sometimes persuades their swordsman to be at Johnny's movie sets to show support. #no1 little sibling right here! (and when Kenshi can, he goes. Gotta support his pal)
By the way, ever since Kenshi returned from Outworld he had became more paranoid, poor guy can barely sleep without holding onto his sword... 😔 So! Just for that, Reader is going around making some sort of noises so Kenshi wouldn't feel like he's going to get sneak attacked. Rattling keys, tapping a can with fingernails, whistling, humming, or singing. Reader is doing either one of those when they know Kenshi is relaxing without his sword. (but that is only during the day)
Trying not to be sneaky at night with sleeping Kenshi is a little bit more difficult but nothing that can't be managed. But yes, poor guy sometimes get the spooks when Reader has a toilet emergency lol
hi there! I found your blog by your last poll for MK x readers and TMNT x readers. This might be a weird question but...... I cam't seem to find any of your MK stuff 🥺 Is it posted somewhere else or is you new to writing for the fandom? sorry if this seems crazy. I really love how long you CoD fics were and got excited (especially because Johnny is my favourite MK character ❤ I hope you have fun writing!
Hell-o, Anon!
I actually haven't done any MK x Reader fics yet, and unfortunately the poll ended as 50/50 which kinda complicates things :')
So I think I will just do headcanons for each of those, they are at least quick and won't take me 5166115651 years to finish
BUT people are free to always request some headcanons, I included in the master list which fandoms I do, so don't be shy to drop a specific ask, anon. <3
I did, however, wrote some of my OCs x MK characters but uh. that's kinda private ahaha! I'm shy to go spread around anything with my OCs in MK fandom, I have yet to get comfortable because we all know how some hardcore fans of every fandom can be when they don't like something LOL
In the mean time, I'm trying to continue my CoD fic but got stuck a little pppft, wish me luck in there
