#Singed x reader

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞[arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] with s/o wet due to rain (and a bit sad)

I know you missed me <3 I’ve almost finished the exams of this session, so I can write more! I’ve seen some authors join challenges where they write one scenario a day and I’d like to do something similar, in case you have prompt you can dm it to me!

(While I was writing it took a particular meaning, so I specify that in some points is the reader is a little sad/ melancholy)

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

The rain doesn’t bother Jayce too much, at least when he’s the one getting soak to the bone.

But when you knock on the door of his dorm room, he casts his eyes in disbelief.

He pulls you into the room quickly, raising the temperature of the thermostat.

makes you sit and offers something warm as he goes to prepare the bath, putting clean towels and his clothes on hand.

If they’re too wide, it’s not a problem, he’ll just look away and shrug, his ears flushing. Clearly, his neurons stopped working on that view.

When you come back from the bathroom you find him busy preparing the bed by putting extra pillows and plaids.

will make you find food, no matter if it is junk food or vegetable broth arranged in that little time, the important thing is that you completely recover

"I thought if you’ve been out in the rain so long it’s because something didn’t go right and... uhm..."

obviously worried, but he won’t force you to talk about it. If you’ve actually just caught the downpour, he’ll give you a lecture about bringing always an umbrella and how health is important

If you actually have something upsetting you, he will just caress the back of your neck

will hold you close if you do not want to talk about it, so that you feel that you are not alone.

【Viktor】

You probably don’t even have to reach him. 

Both in the courtyard of the academy soaked to the bone, hair stuck to the face.

on the one hand you are two idiots, on the other the feeling of loneliness, the smell of petrichor, the rain that seems to wash away the problems relaxes you

You go back to the dorm together, arm in arm because of the slippery ground

I can’t really tell what’s the reason, but taken by an unjustified euphoria, mixed with the fact that no one sees you, you would even sing off-key some notes of "Loverboy" to Viktor, who would barely hold a giggle.

It is said that not all evils come to harm, and showering together is proof of this.

It doesn’t have to result in something more, it’s a simple way to replicate the feeling of raindrops on the skin without getting sick.

You enjoy a bit the feeling, a bit the intimacy that is created by gently passing your fingers in each other’s hair.

After the ritual shower you are together wrapped in blankets, talking about more and less with your eyes closed: the exams, the hextech, some embarrassing scene of Jayce happened in the day, up to fall asleep in that position

lulled by the sound of the storm, muffled by the closed glass

【Ekko】

He doesn’t love the rain, but in his defense it is both an obstacle when you move with the hoverboard, both the rain of zaun is so acidic to be almost corrosive.

The first instinct to see you come back to the firelights soaking wet would be to scold you: he is worried, he didn’t see you return to base, he had feared the worst.

Once he gets past the initial reaction, he’ll make fun of you. Look at you, you look like a drowned rat.

he would bring you a warm clothes change and approach you, rubbing the back of your head with a towel partly to remove water from your hair, partly to get a smile out of you.

a quick check to see if you got hurt, ready to medicate you in case, before getting told in detail what you were doing out there, if you saw or did something and how it went.

He would not be too apprehensive, the rain is annoying but it is the least.

But he’s empathetic enough to know if you’ve been taken aback by the sudden rain or if you needed to be alone with yourself.

"Ya know… if something goes wrong you can tell me ‘bout it, if not as a partner at least as a member of this community. We solve problems together. There is no "stupid" or "not serious" problem, if something hurts you"

He’s not one to talk too sentimental, but in these cases he prefers to put aside his character and remind you that you’re not alone

and that if you do not have an umbrella you can stand in two under the same

【Silco】

When you enter his office dripping wet, he looks up from the documents only to raise his brows, before looking back at the pieces of paper, waiting for an explanation.

He is not indifferent to the fact that you are shaking like a leaf, but in his gaze it’s implied a scolding: you should have repaired yourself or should not have gone out at all.

If you don’t feel like explaining yourself, Silco’d just sigh and put the documents in a desk drawer, getting up to go get a plaid hot enough to make you stop shaking.

But he doesn’t wrap you in it or give it to you directly, he walks instead to return sitting on his throne

He places the blanket in such a way that he wrap you when you go to sit on his lap, holding you. It is about respecting the spaces, if you want physical comfort you can hide in his arms, otherwise you can only take the blanket.

Plus, you can take your time.

he would turn on the gramophone, letting the low volume music fill the room.

He doesn’t talk, you already know everything you need to know. He gently runs his fingers through your wet hair until you fall asleep, wrapping you up better.

"Sometimes it’s good for us to carve out a corner of the world for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts. But don’t overdo it, health is a precious gift." 

his lips whisper these words softly against your temple.

He does not mind the rain, the noise relaxes him, so would take advantage of it to stay for a while in intimacy tight in that position, lulled by the notes that fill the air and by the drops of water on the green window

【Marcus】

He wouldn’t really know how to act, he wouldn’t spontaneously do anything other than ask you explicitly if everything’s okay and what he can do.

He’s a simple man: if you tell him to get the tub ready, he does. If you tell him to make a seat for you at the table, he is already in the kitchen.

he’s not stupid, he just doesn’t know what you feel do to and what you don’t, so he shows his concern in helping you the exact way you need help.

If he has already eaten, he will still sit at the table with you, perhaps peeling a fruit while you are busy eating a hot meal.

And he is going to tell you about his day, about the child, about how the Kirammans are giving him white hair.

"You know Marcus, they kinda suit you well. White hair I mean"

He looks up at you before spreading his lips in an idiot smile that never fails to put you in a good mood

"Then I’ll be working overtime for that family. Double shift tomorrow, definitely."

Maybe he doesn’t have loud reactions or exaggerations, but that normality that permeates the room when you’re alone with him makes you feel safe.

When you start eating the fruit, he stands up and disappears into the bedroom.

You are going to find extra pillows and candles, just to create a small corner for you two

【Vander】

The sigh that comes out of his lips is worth more than a hundred words.

He makes you sit at the counter and prepares you a hot drink, something to warm you up with before he crosses his arms.

"So? You don’t have to tell me anything?" can be a little intimidating, but you know he’s just worried. You imagine that he waited for you with anxiety, that he is worried about you and how you feel.

He knows you’re grown and independent, but he still feels responsible for everything that happens in the lanes, and you also know for sure he was ready to blame himself if anything happened to you.

In case it was just a shower, a second sigh would follow, this time to lighten the chest.

he smiles at you tired but full of love. "One day you’ll scare me to death like this"

If you want to talk instead Vander is a great listener, would remain silent and would take some time to answer you, so that he actually looks for a solution or an adequate answer and not just being polite.

very apprehensive, he is the father of four children after all. Once he’s done cleaning the inn, he’ll carry you in his room, cuddling and covering you in attention.

Being in bed together, covered, while he hugs you from behind is the closest thing you can get to heaven

【Singed】

He wouldn’t be too worried, but you can’t blame him, he’s used to things worse than two drops of water.

He’d look up at you, moving his gaze away from his bakers and test tubes to make sure everything is okay, making room for you next to him.

"Something wrong?" the voice is hoarse and low, almost relaxing in its uniqueness.

he puts his vest on your back to cover you as much as possible to warm you up a bit and take off with his thumb a few drops of rain caught between your eyelashes

You know he’s working and he’s busy, and that attention he gives you while his hands are extracting the drug is enough to make you smile.

From time to time he caresses your cheek, while your head rests leaning against the work surface, with the back of his hand, as if to tell you that he is not ignoring you.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes and rest a bit, trying to focus on the noise of glass and the metal that gently clinks.

"Will you tell me about it?" 

After a while he stops and looks at you, devoting all his attention to you. 

He’s not a talkative man, but he’s a man of science. And when he puts everything on the table, leaning his back against the wall to be able to look at you better you know that he is expressing how important you are.

【Jinx】

perplexed, but amused

"awww, did you go for a walk in the rain?"

It is not a problem if you make the floor wet, but she gives you a signal to not to approach the stationary shovels that act as a bridge to avoid unpleasant accidents.

A lot of questions about why you were out, what the rain was like today, what it tasted like.

She feels enthusiastic even though her fingers are busy tightening bolts and attaching cables.

When you crouch on the sofa next to the creepy dummy, she turns to look at you, you can’t tell the expression, but she throws the device into the void, letting it explode as she approaches.

She doesn’t ask questions, she’s the first one who doesn’t know how to express what’s going on. Jinx just bends over so her face is lower than you, hands on her knees, and tilts her head as she looks into your eyes.

And she is so tender in that moment that you wish you could take a picture of it.

She takes old clothes or rags and sits on your lap, wiping your hair with a playful act, similar to what her sister did with her when they came back from a mission drenched to the bone.

You can’t help but smile as you see her concentrated expression, her incisors exposed by her lips and her tongue between her teeth

She is not good at words, her comfort is physical contact. She would remain embraced by you playing carelessly with your clothes

【Vi】

If it’s her standing in the rain, there’s no problem. She also enjoys the feeling of the rain on her skin as if it could wash away all the guilt she has taken.

But the moment you’re soaking wet, the situation changes.

Vi takes off her leather jacket to put it on your head while you run for shelter, and j

keeps an eye on you, ready to support you if you lose your balance because of the wet roads.

found a shelter keeps you to herself, makes you lean with the head on her shoulder and carelessly stokes your waist

from time to time she takes your hands between of hers and blows on them to warm them up, waiting for the rain to diminish before going home.

holds you closer to herself when she hears thunder or the light of lightning fills the shelter, an instinct that has not lost and probably will never lose.

Once you’re home, she’ll make you undress immediately to wash your clothes, no matter how much you try to reassure her that you’re okay or that you don’t need to, she’ll just give you a scolding look before continuing.

She’s a hundred percent quiet type to cuddle in bed while the storm is raging outside. 

If you’re afraid she holds you, falling asleep holding your hand

【Sevika】

She is the first to come home always wet or dirty, so she probably wouldn’t even notice

but as soon as he sees the clothes sticking to your skin she frowns perplexed 

"Did you want to take a shower?"

She throws you a towel or something with which you can take the damp off you while she carries an ashtray, two glasses and a bottle of liquor on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She comes from an environment where you cannot be weak in any way, and everything that is not about something concrete is out of her reach

Sevika sits down and makes room for you on the sofa.

If you’ve just been caught unprepared by the bad weather you drink and talk about more and less, while a hand on your thigh rubs it loosely.

But if something bothers you, she won’t force you to talk about it. Silence isn’t awkward, it’s just an intimate way of communicating.

And if the alcohol makes you want to tell her what’s wrong she will listen to you in religious silence staring at the amber liquid in the glass; she does not touch neither cigarettes nor liquor until you are finished

bonus: if you tell her that someone has wronged you, don’t worry that the rain will not stop her from getting up immediately to go and... “talk to them”.

【Mel】

As soon as you show up wet as a drowned rat, she call off the servants, telling them to prepare a hot bath, dinner and the bedroom.

You see her thinning her eyes and crossing her arms to her chest, looking like she’s waiting for an explanation.

It’s not as hard as it may seem, in her work she learned that you have to first assess the situation well and then act accordingly, 

for this reason she wants to understand if it was just carelessness (and turn a homicidal look that will make you burst out laughing because you know that she behaves like this because she loves you)

or if there was a problem.

You see her play imperceptibly with her ring, she knows she can always be little present and the fear of making you feel neglected or not enough consumes her, but she cannot show it or say it explicitly.

It must be said that he is not a person who accepts not receiving answers, if Mel understands that you do not want to talk about what happened she softens the tone approaching, a hand on your cheek precedes her lips, her warm breath on your skin.

She’d find a way to get you to talk, more than out of curiosity because she needs to know if it’s a problem she can solve it.

she would feel guilty anyway, because she did not notice before the fact that you were having troubles, regardless of whether the problem concerns her or not

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[gingersforeverbox]

Random relationship headcanons with some arcane characters: (Sevika, Singed, Silco, Viktor, & Jayce)

A/N: none, but please consider sending in some requests friends :)

Sevika: 

This woman fell like a bag of bricks for you within “a concerningly short amount of time”.

She looks at you like you hung the damn stars in the sky, and if someone told her you did, she would agree…then integrate them for thinking those thoughts about what's hers.

She’s a bit possessive, but understands that you need your freedom, but inside she hopes and prays that you come back to her each night.

She can be self conscious inside, but never tells, so if you can somehow manage to find out about her internal problems and offer help? It’s over for her heart; it just can’t take the kindness anymore.

When no one’s around: give this woman some forehead kisses. When everyone’s around: She’s pulling you into her lap like it’s a throne for you.

Seriously this woman is down bad for you, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Singed:

If  you were a scientist or even interested in science, he would consider you both to be the Mad Scientist Power Couple of Zaun.

If you had a passion for the arts, you bet your ass that he would offer to let you design bottle ideas for Shimmer if you felt up for it.

He is a quiet man, and usually only speaks when he deems it relevant or necessary, so I think non verbal signs of love would be a common thing in a relationship with him (Small touches when passing by, hugs at night, saving up to buy your favorite snacks while he makes supply runs in the lanes, and more).

After the explosion leaving him disfigured, I feel like he might be the tiniest bit self conscious, so if you like to give reassuring words, he would melt for you inside even more than he already does. 

This man is willing to take small breaks for you he fucking loves you that much, dude.

He gives me “I eat the same oatmeal for breakfast every morning” and I can easily just imagine him leaving you a small bowl with whatever you like to add to it off to the side so you can dress yours however you like <3

Silco:

This man is working 24/7;  he’s building an empire and a country from scraps, so you are going to have to work with his schedule, not against it.

Don’t get me wrong- he loves you with all of his dark little scarred heart- but he canonically craves loyalty above all else in his affairs (both business and otherwise), so loyalty is going to be a heavy factor in y’alls relationship. 

If you happen to have a more analytical personality, I feel like he would possibly go to you for a second opinion on some of his business choices once you’ve established yourself to be a trusted person in his eyes.

Are you chaotic? No problem, he just plops you with Jinx while he works.

He says that it is because it is easier for him to manage (which isn’t completely untrue) but it’s also because he likes to see his daughter and partner get along. 

Would easily refer to you as his partner in front of others once he’s decided that you should stay, but when you’re both alone the softer pet names come out (“my lovely”,”darling”, “dearest”)

I saw somewhere on here that he would give his partner darker themed nicknames like Belladonna which I completely adore and agree with! (especially that one).

Viktor:

He’s another one who works all the time, but I feel like he would be a bit softer about admitting that he, yet again, has to work on his newest invention late tonight, but he would feel worse about having to stay away from you.

Once you offered to join him in the lab as a compromise so you could see each other, however this resulted in two minor fires, an explosion, and the hex claw getting stuck under the Mercury Hammer that neither of you could lift off of it…

Afterwards it was deemed to be too much of a distraction to Viktor for you to be in his working area for a prolonged period of time because he’s too busy focusing on spending time with you. 

Please bring this man some food every now and then; he legit forgets that he needs to eat to live, and sweetmilk is not a cure all to dehydration.

Speaking of sweet milk, I can picture you during one of your visits to the lab making him laugh so hard that sweetmilk came out of his nose and you and Jayce haven’t let him live it down ;)

Jayce:

Even though most view him as a Himbo, he loves when you remind him of all of his accomplishments every now and again. 

With his seat on the council, this man will spoil the absolute shit out of you. Fine silks? Done. Wine and dined once a week? He’ll find a way to make that happen. And most importantly: financial debts like student loans? Gone bye bye. 

This man is so encouraging of your passions that he will take any chance he can to gush about how talented and amazing you are to him in his eyes.

He genuinely and purely loves you with every fiber of his being, and loves to tell you so any chance he can.

I can also see him as someone who has brunch with you each sunday so you can be up to date with each other no matter how busy your schedules may be. 

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #arcane headcanon #Sevika #Sevika x reader #Singed #Singed x reader #Silco #Silco x reader #Viktor #Viktor x reader #Jayce #Jayce x reader #My stuff

[togetherhearted]

Hello!! How are you?? :D

I hope you wouldn’t mind if I send a small request for this since I saw you do headcanons ^^ so if you don’t know this character I’ll do my best to explain it or you can use the link I put in, but anyways !!

Could I request Silco, Sevika, Caitlyn, and whoever else you’d like to add With a Fem! S/O who has a Maki Harukawa Personality from Danganronpa ?? (Also HCS please ^^)

Thank you sm !! Have a wonderful day :)

Hi!!Doing fine,thanks ^^ Pretty excited to go to Lucca Comics tomorrow! I missed going to a con in cosplay ^^ Anyway,I hope the request is fine ^^ Nice to see more people know about Danganronpa. I played all 3 games years ago and sometimes I admit that I miss those times.

Thanks so much for waiting! The fourth is kindly gifted to you by the randomizer!

SILCO,SEVIKA,CAIT AND SINGED WITH A MAKI HARUKAWA S/O

The first time he saw you he thought you had potential to be an ally.

With time he got accustomed to your prominent witty remarks and silent nature.

Jinx adores you and he fights to hold back a laugh everytime you get confused by his flamboyant "daughter."

At the beginning she though of you as a weak lady;only to be proven wrong when you showed her your strength.

Actually appreciates the fact that you don't talk much and when you do you're spunky.

Finds excuses to spar with you.

Cait was taken aback by your personality but this kind woman persisted. She had the feeling you were just hurt and waited for you.

It took you some time but opening to her made you feel loved.

Very protective of each other.

He doesn't mind your quiet nature. He's a man that works on his own most of the times. He appreciates some peace and quiet. 

He's surprised Rio and the young boat boy are always so close to you.

Arguments with you are fun to him since you have the guts to tell him when it's wrong and counter argument. Generally speaking all the time you conversate are interesting to him.

#arcane #arcane x reader #silco #silco x reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn #Sevika #Sevika x reader #singed #singed x reader #headcanons #x reader #lol #league of legends x reader #league of legends

[sweatandwoe]

Taking care of Singed after he got hurt plss 🙇🏻‍♂️

AWWWW Here's some Singed Fluff for you anon

Singed x GN!Reader Warnings: Descriptions of burns/medical procedures. Needles are mentioned. Angst and Fluff.

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You're scared to touch him.

Every time you go to touch him, he has to brace himself. It can't be helped, you know that much. The burns need to be treated and he won't let anyone else touch him while he’s like this.

"I can only trust you with this, my love. Please."

He made it sound as if you ever had a choice, while you plunged the needle into his eye.

His right eye could not be saved. Turning a green hue, losing the iris and pupil completely. The same was said about his mouth, half of his lips were gone leaving exposed teeth. You had to bandage all of them as well, even after they had mostly healed. Kept his gums and tongue from drying out.

The bandages would have to be changed every other day now after most of the healing was done. He would still wince as you tied them around his torso, securing the ones that covered most of his head. It would be months before certain parts could be exposed.

It was hard to keep your hands steady at all, seeing your partner like this. A reminder of everything he suffered, and a continued reminder each time you touched him. The soft winces

Fingers trembled as you finished the last bandages along his arms. "You can lay back now."

A dry chuckle, of a voice that was more strained than it should be. It would remain that way, the damage in the explosion taking so much from him. "No endearment today?"

His hands were cold. Even with the wrappings that went around his palm. Long thing fingers curled around your hand, a sudden grip.

"What is the matter, love?"

"Nothing, dear."

There's a twitch of his lips, turning them downwards. The doctor doesn't fight as you slip your hand away, turning to go start dinner.

As you prepared dinner, your mind raced. The future seemed so uncertain even with his positive health diagnosis. He winced each time you touched him, and taking care of him now, though you would continue to do it without being asked, could be exhausting. Not just taking care of him but ensuring Shimmer production still went underway for Silco. Dealing with the man was a headache each time.

You find yourself missing your partner from beforehand when times were easy.

Two bowls are scooped out, heading back to the bedroom you had once shared before you had to leave it so Singed could have the space. He's moved once you come back in, towards his regular side of the bed.

Long fingers pat the spot beside him, eyes gazing up at you imploringly. "Join me?"

You do, sitting on the bed after months on the sofa. The couch had done you well, but it wasn't exactly comfortable in the small home space in the lab.

The tray is set over his lap, and you hold out a spoon to him. This much you know he can do, as he gently takes it from you. But not without first leaning down, pressing his covered mouth to the top of your head. He can't kiss, not really anymore, but the affection rings out the same.

One that continues, as you feel the flood over your cheeks once more. A sniff rises from you. An arm is around you next, drawing you in. There's a grunt from the contact that has you stiffen.

The words wretch out of you because if you don't ask now, you won't be brave enough to ask later. "Will we be okay?"

His hand squeezes. "That depends." It's a soft tone, one used for comfort that you haven't heard since the accident. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

With the back of your hand, you rub the tears from your eyes. "I can't touch you without hurting you."

Very gently he pulls you further against him. A wince flashes over him, but it is gone almost as fast as it came. "It will pass."

"How do you know?"

The hand rises from you, moving until it's tracing your jaw. Slipping beneath your chin to turn your head to look at him.

With his free hand, he removes the bandages from around his mouth. Exposing what was left of the flesh and teeth. "Because I know this will heal. That I will be able to hold you and comfort you as you have done for me these past few months." He bends down once more, but close enough to feel his breath over your cheek. Warm and fanning over your skin. "And I wish to say a proper thank you, one I cannot do right now. But I can do this."

Lips and teeth press to your mouth. Hard from the burns and bone, but the pressure is easy to fall into. To press back against, until you both need to part for air.

There's no heat sliding in your belly, but a different warmth that fills your chest and spreads up your throat and then, into your cheeks. You tuck your head carefully under his chin and almost sob when he doesn't flinch, groan or wince. Hands gently hold you to him, resting a cheek against the top of your head.

It would take time, more time on the couch, more aching and tiring days. But now you knew, you could always join him for a while in the bed. Enjoy the soft embrace of one another, talk, and let him know what you were feeling. That you could trust him to understand the need to vent, though you did not blame him for what had happened. 

"Dear?"

Singed hums.

One deep breath. "I love you, I want you always to know that."

From the way his cheek is pressed against you, you can feel the twitch of the smile on his face even if his lips won't match it. "I love you too, my dear."

#singed x reader #arcane #singed #daily drabble arcane #this one came out a bit longer

[lullabyes22-blog]

Isekai Reader but their "magic" is essentially DC Scarecrow's Fear Toxins. Essentially, puts a person in an intense, hallucinating state where they see their greatest fears and sometimes more. They're able to generate the chemical naturally and expel it out from them in either liquid or gas form. They subconsciously release it when terrified or angry at first. They're able to control the potency subconsciously, causing the affects to last longer or not, or how intense it can be.

With proper training, they'll be able to make it so that they can release the liquid form at high pressure speeds to cause long distant damage, not mention for more precision, in order to avoid affecting any allies and such.

Due to being able to generate the fear toxins, the reader is immune to most chemicals, including medicines. Shimmer ends up affecting them differently...

(Do as you will with this but personally, I like to imagine this in the Dad!Singed route... But, then again, the angst potential it has in other routes... Chemical warfare, anyone?)

sob - they'd be treated as twice the monstrosity, owing to their potential for destruction. Piltover would have them imprisoned and heavily quarantined, and interaction with them would be kept to a minimum for fear of 'triggering' their ability.

If Silco kidnaps them, he too would handle this particular asset with gloves. They're too dangerous to be allowed near Jinx, and too unstable at this stage to entrust with information about Zaun. Singed would be enlisted to understand the nature of their powers - and to keep them from blowing their top and accidentally wreaking havoc.

Singed's focus would be clinical and warily intrigued at first. But there is something so wretched about this stranger, like a child torn from home, that he'd grow sympathetic against his will.

Cue him entrusting them with small tasks around the lab so they don't feel like some radioactive hellbeast, and gradually coming to care for them as their own young assistant - then as something of a surrogate child.

The world isn't kind to those with unusual gifts, is it?

With luck - and science - however, these gifts of yours will unlock the secrets of progress.

#asks #arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane singed #singed #singed x reader #dad singed

[gaypirate420]

Request are open!!!!.

For Silco, Viktor and Singed bc he's neat!!!!.

Here are my rules :).

So go and request things bc my ask box is literally empty.

#silco #arcane #silco x reader #arcane silco #viktor x reader #viktor x male reader #silco x male reader #singed #singed x reader

[alastor-simp]

La Vie en Rose🌹 - Alastor X Reader

Requested by @hitherethea

"Ugh FML!" Groaning out loud, your body was slowly making its way to somewhere quiet. Today was a very unlucky day, as there was many mishaps that left you feeling frustrated and emotionally drained. Earlier in the morning, you dropped a few plates while putting them away for Niffty. Niffty said it was fine and cleaned up the mess, but it left you feeling extremely guilty. After that incident, you were tasked with getting some groceries for the kitchen, only to being catcalled and nearly sexually harassed by some grotesque reptile demons once you started to head back to the hotel. Nothing happened to you physically, but god, why do some people have to be so gross?! Once you got back, your head got nearly speared by Vaggie on accident when you walked in through the door. She wasn't aiming for you thankfully, she was trying to hit Sir Pentious after he accidentally blasted her favorite ribbon with a laser gun. She grabbed the spear and ran away to catch Sir Pentious, yelling out an apology to you as she chased after a screaming snake slithering down the hallway.

Lord you couldn't catch a break. Your only place of sanctuary was the porch in your room. The view always helped you relaxed and the breeze was nice, despite the mass pollution in the air. Entering your room, you slowly made your way to the porch. The sky was covered in stars, but instead of pitch black, it was a dark vermilion. Well, this was Hell, so it was better then nothing. Heaving a sigh, you moved to one of the chairs on the porch and took a seat, throwing your head back as you tried to relax from the migraine that was starting to form. A few minutes went by as you continued to lean back in the chair, listening to the sounds of the cars screeching below and people yelling profanities at one another. "Why the long face my dear?" A static voice appeared next to your head, causing you to jolt and nearly fall off the chair. Looking up, you see a certain deer demon, leaning down due to his tall height, smiling like a jester at your reaction. "Not funny Al." Grumbling from your position, you got up and sat back properly in your seat. Alastor stood up to his normal position, and broke into a fit of laughter, probably still finding your reaction hilarious. "HAHA! Apologies, my dear! I didn't expect you to take a tumble!" He made his way over to the other chair and sat down, placing his microphone against the wall, before turning to you with his legs crossed and hands on his lap. Finding his response ridiculous, you rolled your eyes. "Yeah right. You enjoy scaring the crap out of everyone."

Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to stare at you, smiling widely. "Anyhoo! What seems to be troubling you, my dear?" Alastor asked you, as he continued to stare at you. His sharp smile turn to a more soft grin as he awaited your response. Sighing again, your eyes turn back to gaze at the view. "Not a very good day today. I made a mess for Niffty, almost got raped by some gross lizard-like demons when I left the grocery store, and then the icing on the cake was getting nearly speared by Vaggie from her chasing after Sir Pentious." Alastor continued to listen to you, his face changing a bit from slight sadness to extreme anger, especially when you mentioned the demons who tried to assault you. Looks like he has some hunting to do later. He may be a serial killer, but any inappropriate actions towards a lady infuriates him. Pushing his feelings of carnage away, he continued to stare at you. Your body was slouched on the chair as your eyes continued to stare at the sky. Instead of the kind smile you usually wore, it was replaced with a somber frown. Moving his hand slowly, he placed his clawed hand on your head, giving you a slight rub. He wasn't use to acts of affection, so this was the best he could offer. "Is there something I can do to make that frown of yours turn back into a smile?" Surprised by Al's words, you looked back at him. He was still smiling, but he was staring at you with kind eyes. You found it sweet that he wanted to cheer you up instead of leaving you alone in your negative emotions. Thinking long and hard about what you wanted, you came to a conclusion.

"Um, could you sing for me perhaps?" Al nearly froze at your request. Out of all the things you wanted, you wanted to hear him sing? Oh what a charming doll you were! Alastors smile grew tremendously, almost to the point it broke his face. Grabbing his microphone, he turned to you, positively joyful at your request. "My my! What an adorable request! Now then! What song would you like me to sing my dear? Request away!" Alastor was beaming at you. He was surprisingly cute like this, but you wouldn't tell him that. Any song? This was tough. You knew he was a fan of oldies and jazz and detested some music genres. Soon you came up with the perfect song for him to sing to you. Blushing at him, you looked away from him, twirling your hair with your fingers. "La vie en rose, please." Alastor was actually surprised at your choice, as he tilted his head. "Why that particular song, my dear?" You looked back at him, face flushed. "Well, I heard that you knew how to speak French, so I kinda wanted to see if it was true or not." Twiddling your fingers, you continued to stare at Al, who was still smiling. "Can you really? Speak French, I mean?" Alastor nodded his head: "Oui mon cher!" Oh no, that made your heart race. Al's voice was already amazing as it was, now you get to hear him sing to you in French?! Someone better pinch you to make sure this is not a dream.

Clearing his throat, Alastor adjusted his position, placing his mic in front of him, as he was preparing for his small performance for you.

(Credit to Paranoid Dj on Youtube for this awesome cover)

🎶𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠

𝑄𝑢'𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑠

𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑'𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑐̧𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒́ 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟

𝑈𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑢𝑟

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒

𝐶'𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑖, 𝑚𝑜𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐼𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑙'𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑡, 𝑙'𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒

𝐸𝑡 𝑑𝑒̀𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑙'𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐̧𝑜𝑖𝑠

𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑖

𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑐œ𝑢𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑡🎶

Two words, HOLY S***! His voice was incredible! The whole time during his performance, you were blushing madly, but also it felt like all the frustration you were feeling before slowly diminished. Singing out the last of the lyrics, a sound of applause radiated from his microphone. "Enjoyed the performance, darling?" Alastor looked back at you, noticing your flushed face and wide eyes. "Darling?" Alastor tilted his head at you, confused at your reaction. Breaking from your trance, you started nodding rapidly. "Yes! I enjoyed your performance very much!" Satisfied that you enjoyed it, Alastor gave a nod, as he placed his microphone back to where he left it. Looking back at you, he raised his hand and grabbed your chin with his fingers. "Feeling better, chérie?" His ruby eyes gazed into yours, almost as if he was staring into your soul. Heat rose to your cheeks as you suspected you were as red as his hair. "Y-es I am. Thank you again Al." No longer feeling upset about the day, your emotions improved and you gave Al a warm smile. Humming with approval, Al still held your chin, but not before leaning closer to the point your noses were touching. "Wonderful my dear! Glad your smile has returned especially since you are never fully dressed without one! If you desire another performance in the future, seek me out."

Goosebumps began to form on your skin, as you continued to stare at Al. He is so close!!! Tongue-tied, you nodded your head. Pleased with your response, Al let go of your chin and stood up from the chair, adjusting his suit and hair. He remembered his previous mission, before he sang to you. Feelings of wrath and rage bubbled inside him, but he hid it as not to alarm you. "Well then! I have some business to attend to at the moment! Have a good evening my dear!" Alastor bid you a farewell, as he diminished in a black shadow, and disappeared from your eyes. Watching Al leave, you covered your face with your hands. It was true you were no longer feeling upset about today, but now you were starting to feel other emotions. Your heart was pounding and your palms were sweating. What was this feeling? It wasn't fear, cause you knew you weren't scared of Alastor, so what was it? Admiration? Or was it something else?

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[cacaocheri]

pov: ballin

#sun fnaf #fnaf sun #moon fnaf #fnaf moon #sundrop fnaf #fnaf sundrop #moondrop fnaf #fnaf moondrop #security breach #fnaf security breach #dca fandom #the daycare attendant #my art #sun x reader #moon x reader #hi bean hi neb hi bun i can HEAR YOU GUYS SINGING YHE FNAF SONG #IT IS SO STRESSFUL GETTING A POST UP WITH YOU GUYS SINGING THAT #love you #also peep the moon goop cameo #it returns

[oftidheard]

heyyy im not sure what qualify’s as a request but I would love if you wrote a snow x reader about like early mornings with him.

dont worry this counts! this is short and sweet, i tried my best not to make it too short but i couldnt think of a way to make it longer without adding unnecessary plot, but i hope you like it nonetheless ♡

❄ little red bird come to my windowsill ㅤ⠀coriolanus snow x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 0.6k ↳ fluff ↳ gender neutral

you wake up softly, like you'd been asleep atop a cloud that had been gently rocked by the fresh winter wind.

a sigh leaves your lips as you unconsciously shuffle slightly, wrenching your arm from where it had been wedged beneath your side all night, and tilting your chest further from the mattress until you fall back quietly.

you pry open your eyes to see coriolanus still twisted in his sleep, tilted to interlock with where your body had been laying just a moment ago.

his breath is warm where it reaches your shoulder, and you take notice of each place your bodies meet, from your twisted legs to where your chests still barely touch; counting and smiling at each one as if it's the only thing in the world you'll ever need to worry about.

you've always appreciated how the world slows down in the morning, how the rising sun takes her time to give her people a moment to rest their heads just a little bit longer, and to truly appreciate their lovers bathed in the approaching rays of warmth.

the curtains are barely open, but as the day grows brighter sunlight has started to peak through the gaps, running across the blankets and through coriolanus's soft hair.

he hasn't woken up yet, and you argue to yourself that it's just early enough that he shouldn't have to be up just yet. he doesn't like sleeping in, but you can't bring yourself to wake him when he looks so peaceful like this.

his eyebrows aren't pinched together like they usually are, just as his ever-present frown is gone; it's place taken by a calm expression that reminds you of the gentle boy he tries so hard not to be. it almost hurts you to see him this calm, only to then face the days where he hides everything that makes him vulnerable. it makes you want to hold him in times like these and beg the world for the cocoon of peace to never pass.

your hand predictably drifts to trace along his jaw until your fingers curl with the coils of his hair deftly, twirling the strands idly as you lovingly examine every inch of his softest state.

you're laying on your back with your head tilted to watch coriolanus beside you when a bird chirps somewhere outside, and you feel the slightest twitch of his hand against where it's still half-wrapped around your waist. his eyes don't open immediately, but when they do they meet yours in a sleep-ridden look you can't begin to describe, but venture as far as to call it love.

he shifts under the covers, untangling from you almost entirely — save for his hand that now falls conveniently into your own, which neither of you address — to lie on his back beside you.

mornings like these are always silent, just lying together and pretending all that exists in the world is the breaths of the person beside you floating through the air.

there'd been a time when you'd told coriolanus what you think about early in the morning, and asked him what he finds himself thinking about. he hadn't immediately replied, in that moment he'd found he struggled to find the right words, until he'd replied — to your confession of gazing at your lover in the wee hours of the morning and thinking simple little thoughts of devotion — a quiet, "the same as you."

you think of this as you catch his gaze out of the corner of each other's eyes, and hold his hand just that little bit closer.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

[tojipie]

3:30

pt. 2

content: age gap, reader of age as always, dilf toji, nsfw, teasing

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“toji?” you stand in the doorway of the older man’s bedroom, anxiously playing with the hem of your sweater. the suns only barely began to peek through the blinds of the house, shrouding his form in a blanket of semi-darkness.

you anxiously watch the rise and fall of his chest, waiting for a reply. the deep rumble of his breath fills the room as you rethink whether you should bother him on his only day off.

“i missed the bus.” you whisper apologetically, padding to the side of his bed and prodding his buff shoulders with your much smaller hand. “m’sorry.”

the huff the older man let’s out only makes you feel worse as you watch him turn over, pulling the covers over himself and settling deeper into the mattess .

“‘m’sorry toji…” you whine over the lump forming in your throat. the pressure you feel behind your eyes soon gives way to the feeling of watery tears. “i-it’s finals week a-and—“

“you know why i let you live with gumi n’ me pretty girl?” he cuts you off abruptly, eyes still closed as he mumbles into his pillow.

you’re taken aback by the question, unsure whether he wants an actual answer or not.

“cause my parents kicked me out?” you mumble, rubbing the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“cause i knew you’re not the kind of broad who likes to be a fucking bother.” he states plainly, finally opening a sleep-swollen eye to look back at you with a half grin.

you’re about to apologize again but quickly quiet down and step back once he rises from the covers. toji reaches for the jug of water by his night stand, taking a hearty swing before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes rake over your form, stopping appreciatively at your bottom half.

“fuck you got on?” he asks, taking another swing of water. the sleazy grin on his face let’s you know he’s just teasing.

“it’s our uniform.” you state plainly, a little embarrassed from the attention. you lean forward and look down at your bare legs, smoothing the creases in your skirt with your hands. “megumi kind of wears the same thing, just with slacks. you’ve seen him.”

“megumi doesn’t roll his little skirt up like a tease, sweet girl.” the older man chuckles, lifting the hem of your sweater to thumb at your double-folded waistband.

“everyone does that.” you mutter, stepping back to hide the way your thighs squeeze together at his whims.

“oh yeah?” toji rises with a groan and passes you without so much as a glance, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his face with a calloused hand.

“get my keys.” he tells you. “fuck... what i gotta take care of you too?”

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“thank you for driving me.” you mumble, closing your eyes at the feeling of the warm spring air circulating through the car. toji has the roof down, clad in a black wife beater as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the song currently booming through the classic vehicle.

“huh?” he leans in, motioning for you to tell him in his ear, clearly unable to hear you over the music.

“wh- thank you for driving me!” you half yell, eyes wandering to the half empty bottles of water that line the floor of his green dodge.

“yeah, you’re good doll.” he tells you, still nodding along to the song. “don’t worry about it.”

you’re thankful to have no onlookers as the two of you pull up to the front of campus. the older man makes no effort to turn down the radio, unlocking the car and lighting a cigarette while you gather your bag from the backseat.

“i’ll pick you up, ok?”

you pause, looking up at him with unease.

“you don’t have to..”

“i want to.” he tells you, blowing smoke to the side with a grin. “i’ll take you for ice cream or something. you like shit like that right?”

you nod, mouth slightly agape at his sudden show of interest. you could do ice cream, in fact you’d love to do ice cream.

“3:30 then?” you ask him, padding over to the door of the driver’s side.

he nods, taking another drag.

“thank you.” you mumble, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, immediately recoiling in embarrassment.

“fuck.” he groans, reaching over to smack the back of your thigh with a calloused hand. smoke trails over his lips when he speaks.

“yeah, 3:30.”

you feel your stomach melt as you watch him drive away. what you don’t see is the ways he snakes one hand down to give his cock a squeeze before turning the radio up further.

#the song he plays is ‘where the hood at’ by DMX if anyone cares #he sings the “how you gon' explain fucking a man?” part real loud LMAOO #dilf!toji #toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #jjk #jjk fic #jjk hcs #toji drabbles #toji hcs #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji zenin #zenin toji #dilf toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu toji #toji x reader smut #toji smut #toji x fem reader smut

[honey-tongued-devil]

[arcane preferences] and their s/o reacting to the cold

▶ [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika] and their s/o reacting to the cold

[NdA]

And even the last exam was given, passed with 28/30. I was totally absent from the Arcane fandom but I swear I missed you so I'm here to offer you some domestic headcanon given the cold months, hoping to be forgiven (Small bonus for Viktor and Silco simps, the artist is @mochi-han Click here for Cozy Silco and Cozy Viktor

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: SFW, fluff, comfort, domestic ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika

【Jayce】

The golden boy hates the cold.

At the first drop in temperatures champagne aperitifs are replaced by evenings together with the blanket and hot chocolate.

In your home there is a kind of microclimate due the heating and the stove always on

Winter and autumn only have one positive aspect, and that’s the amount of time you spend together.

Shower together, bath together, on the sofa together... in short, a single entity until the temperatures return to be bearable

【Viktor】

Viktor doesn't mind the cold, plus he loves to dress in layers.

Which is why every time he comes home and finds you hiding under a fortress of blankets, he provokes you.

"I’ve always wanted to observe the phenomenon of hibernation, very fascinating indeed" is the greeting he uses to let you know he is there, waiting for a “welcome back home” kiss 

He is not a person who loves constant physical contact too much but finds it essential to sit together in front of a crackling fireplace with a blanket on his legs and his notes

That’s why he often falls asleep with his head on your shoulder and books still open

Bonus, cappuccino is the blessing of the gods

【Ekko】

Little Man hates the cold with all his heart.

Living conditions worsen, moving becomes more difficult with limbs numbed by the cold but especially the lair becomes an orchestra of sneezes.

The number of times you find him standing on his bed, totally buried by his clothes, arms crossed and grumpy face is unquantifiable

The good thing is that he tends to becomes much more affectionate, if you find "affection" when he warms his cold hands on your belly with the excuse of hugging you from behind

bonus, is that kind of person who gets angry if while talking sneezes. Man, it’s hard to be convincing with wet nose

【Marcus】

He loves autumn, a little less winter.

The uniform of the cold seasons fits him so well, and coffee becomes more pleasant

But most of all, everything seems more romantic.

go home and go from the smell of rain to your perfume? The paradise of the senses. Dine together with something warm? He couldn’t ask for more from life.

From the first day of September he totally invigorates, to the point that sometimes when you meet in a room or in a corridor he can’t stop himself from grabbing your hand and let you pirouette in his arms, before stealing a kiss and returning to do what he was doing

The downside is that it rains often, so he often comes back drenched to the bone

which means hot bath together

【Silco】

The fancy man loves the cold.

When he was young, he hated it.

He used to live in the street, but now that he has a comfy place he finds it very relaxing. World it’s quieter when winter approaches.

He loves the smell of rain, but above all he loves how it mixes with that of tobacco.

The cold brings the intimacy of small gestures, like covering you with his coat when you take refuge in his office

He is not too domestic, but has his small exceptions: the hot coffee together, the fireplace, the slippers with which you can easily move some dance steps on the parquet

and fancy bathrobes, to be comfier

no other reason 

【Vander】

This man has a kinda love kinda hate the cold.

He loves the feeling of warm sheets when the wind blows so loud outside that it howls, but with the onset of the cold the inn fills up so much that as soon as he sits on the sofa he falls asleep.

He loves to cook you very rich and hot meals in exchange for some extra pampering on the couch.

But at his expense he really suffers from the cold, so he will always have a very reddish nose and cheeks

He refuses to wear the scarf himself. 

You have to put it on him, and each time he takes advantage of the proximity to kiss you quickly

【Singed】

He hates the cold. 

Many ingredients are less available, the rain makes his laboratory less accessible and mold grow easier, plus the temperature drops so much to be unsustainable

He keeps old blankets in a metal cabinet, so that when you visit him you can rest without suffering too much cold.

for you the cold smells of coffee, because he makes sure to always prepare a little to warm you

he’s not a romantic man, but he’s aware that in winter it is particularly difficult to stay to his side, so he started a tradition: every year during the first snowfall he saves a single snowflake and treats it to make it eternal and give it to you 

【Jinx】

She doesn’t like the cold but loves the attention that comes from it.

She hates having to wear scarves, hats and coats, so every day you have to bargain kisses, promise to her she’ll find her favorite sweets and compromises on evening cuddles

Absolutely everything in your outfits is matching. 

In the house she wears colorful unpaired socks and moves by sliding from one room to another

Hates the rain but love the snow

if it snows you can be sure that she’ll drag you to Piltover

needless to say that from when comes the first cold until mid-spring Jinx will be constantly sick

【Vi】

Hates the cold

She gets sick easily, it gets dark quickly and she’s constantly worried about you.

Zaun, when it’s dark and cold, can be quite dangerous.

In the morning she won’t let you leave the house if you aren’t well covered, it doesn’t matter if you are hot.

Better to be warm than to get sick.

Same reason why as soon as you’re both at home you fill a hot tub with boiling water and take a bath together. To not get sick, of course.

in winter she becomes a little more beefy, which is why kinda live in her strong arms

【Caitlyn】

loves the cold.

Fireplace, candles, rain noise, snow, and the ever-present festive air of Piltover.

On the first day of cold, you change the cabinets and redecorate the home so that it’s as comfy and warm as possible

Kisses in the rain are her passion, in autumn, every time it rains she’ll ask you out just to squeeze you under the same umbrella and kiss you with water flowing through your hair

but even more she loves winter sweets

Every Friday she’ll ask you to cook one together, just to be able to spend time in complete tranquility

【Cassandra】

Cassandra loves the cold. 

Elegant clothes, hot tea at all hours, but above all the indescribable peace that it brings

On evenings when you are totally alone, she fills the house with candles, lights the fireplace, warms towels and bathrobes and turns the gramophone of the living room on.

In particular she loves the rain

If she has the opportunity, she likes to read when it’s raining, and if you want she makes you put your head on her lap reading aloud, but it’s a very special cuddle.

On the first snow she opens a bottle from her private reserve, and every day he makes sure to have freshly baked treats to accompany the tea.

【Sevika】

The colder months doesn’t bother her, for sure anything is better than summer.

If it weren’t for the fact that rain often hinders dirty work, she would appreciate it more. Definitely.

The sound of the rain relaxes her, the cold makes her feel alive, and the house is much more welcoming when outside it seems that the sky is about to collapse.

She is not a clingy person, but for sure she loves to drink.

and drinking with you is one of life’s pleasures.

Alcohol is a great way to warm up, and if not enough you can always move under the blankets.

#jayce x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #marcus x reader #vander x reader #singed x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #sevika x reader #jayce talis #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #marcus arcane #silco arcane #arcane vander #singed #jinx #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #sevika #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #cassandra x reader #cassandra kiramman

[gingersforeverbox]

GingersForeverBox: Arcane Masterlist

Filed in oldest to newest order:

Soft mornings in Zaun

Random relationship headcanons with some Arcane charters (Singed, Sevika, Silco, Viktor, & Jayce)

Silpups and debates

Even more slipups and debates

Poly!JayVik x reader with chronic illnesses/ autoimmune issues

Nightmares and domesticity

Lost in translation

Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx with an S/O who has a Eula personality from Geshin Impact

Kiss headcanons with Arcane characters (Singed and Viktor):

Headcanons on what I imagine being in a poly relationship with Silco and Sevika would be like (SFW)

Headcanons on what I imagine being in a poly relationship with Silco and Sevika would be like (N-SFW)

Jayce with a cuddly S/O

#arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #arcane x female reader #viktor #viktor x reader #Jayce #jayce x reader #poly!jayvik #jayvik x reader #sevika #sevika x reader #silco #silco x reader #poly!sevsil #singed #singed x reader #Vi #Vi x reader #Caitlyn kiramman #Caitlyn x reader #Jinx #Jinx x reader #my stuff

[togetherhearted]

What about headcanons or drabbles for an insecure reader coming out to arcane characters? 👉🏻👈🏻

Ps. Happy Pride Month whoop whoop🏳️‍🌈

Whooosh, luckily I'm still in time!I hope you'll like it and thanks in advance for the patience! Happy pride month to everyone!!♡

Characters are kindly brought by the randomizer~

COMING OUT TO LOCAL CUISINE BOY, EKKO AND SINGED

-He's proud of you. You were brave enough to tell him, and he will support you ou wholeheartedly.

-He might invite you to meet him at the brothel to let you have a "sample" of what you can experience.

-You may have to tell him to chill.

-Brotherly pat on your shoulder as soon as you tell him.

-Has a big grin on his face;so happy to know you're comfortable and trust him with such delicate topics.

-Respects your privacy even if he would love to announce it to the whole sanctuary. You're a part of a big family, don't forget.

-He would just nod and then go back to his work, leaving you astonished.

-In the next day he will eventually show you he's supportive. Maybe with motivational and approving post-it left around.

-He's trying to show you he's proud of you.

#arcane #arcane headcanons #headcanons #arcane x reader #local cuisine boy #local cuisine boy x reader #ekko #ekko x reader #singed x reader #singed #x reader

[sweatandwoe]

Vampire Singed has filled me with ✨ideas✨

Mainly him thinking he’s hideous cause all the burn scars, missing lips, and fangs giving him a ghoulish look. And then just this ball of sunshine meets him and they completely fall for him and think he’s beautiful.

I will always be on the frontline campaigning for Singed to get more love

"You're really pretty you know."

Singed glances up, appearance easy to see. Scars, missing chunks of lips, and fangs that are crooked and dip out of those missing chunks. One eye is fully green while the other is brown. There's a slight curve of his lips, and he rises from the seat at his desk, long legs getting to you in just a matter of moments.

There's a hum when he reaches you, and he raises a finger to press to the glass of your cell, your cage.

"That's good to hear, my sweet."

#singed #singed x reader #arcane #yandere vampire singed what a combo

[cherienymphe]

Southern Charm (Rafe Cameron x Reader x Chase Andrews)

Warnings: NON-CON, stalking, underage drinking, crossover

➥ you don’t have to be familiar with Where The Crawdads Sing to follow along with any characters in this fic. Just know that he’s a 1960s version of Rafe with a domestic violence + attempted rape charge

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | divider by @firefly-graphics​

summary: Privileged assholes always want what they can’t have. Or, alternatively, you turn down the wrong guys one too many times.

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Chase Andrews was one of the proudest men you ever knew. He was also one of the most determined, so, in truth, you didn’t know why you expected anything less when you turned him down more than three months ago. You hadn’t given it much thought, to be honest. He was a simple guy asking out a simple girl, and the rejection shouldn’t have been any more complicated than that.

You’d forgotten that you were dealing with Chase Andrews.

If you hadn’t been so determined to get home before your mom threw a fit, you might’ve paid more attention to the way his face had fallen. You might’ve noticed the slight tightening of his jaw, the way he pulled his lip between his teeth, or the way he’d completely faltered altogether as if your refusal had been the last thing he’d expected. You might have even noticed the glint that passed through his eyes, signaling less than friendly thoughts as you tossed him a quick apologetic smile.

If you hadn’t been in such a hurry, you just might have noticed the way he stared after you, half in disbelief and half affronted.

You hadn’t though, and so you’d made your way home none the wiser to the dark thoughts brewing behind a familiar face. You’d greeted your mom with a quick hug before hurrying to your room. You plopped your purse down onto your bed without another thought spared towards Chase Andrews. After all, he was a simple guy who’d asked out a simple girl that only resulted in an equally simple rejection.

What had there been to linger on?

You hadn’t even brought it up to Kie, that’s how insignificant it had been to you. You told your best friend everything, and somehow, it really had slipped your mind that pretty rich boy Chase Andrews had asked you out on a date. It was only weeks later when you were forced to think on it some more did you realize that deep down, you’d written the whole thing off as some cruel dare.

It seemed like something right up his alley, pushed into it by equally troublesome friends.

You didn’t grow up along the rougher areas of the island, but that also didn’t mean you’d spent your time growing up around guys like that either. Guys like Chase grew up with everything and anything they could want, unfamiliar with the word ‘no’. You grew up fortunate, that you would always admit, but you hadn’t grown up like people like Chase. You hadn’t been raised to walk through life with the assumption that anything—and anyone—was yours if you wanted it.

So…maybe that was why you hadn’t anticipated any of it.

The sound of your name being called made you slow to a stop, and when you turned, the face matched the voice. Dark, almost black looking, hair and steel blue eyes contrasted against fair skin that looked like it barely saw the sun in spite of how much you always saw him out and about. Before you’d felt nothing at the sight of him, apprehension now gripped you instead.

Chase Andrews was a determined man.

“You heading home?”

It was a silly question.

He knew you were.

“Yeah,” you evenly told him.

He replied before you could give him some halfhearted reason as to why you needed to hurry away from him.

“Well, let me walk you…”

It was tempting, even if just for the sake of placating him. After all, maybe if you gave him a crumb, he’d be satisfied for the time being, but you wondered what kind of effect that deep southern drawl had on other women in town. You saw the way they flocked to him and hung off of his every word. There was something about that face that was disarming, you had to admit, but you didn’t make a habit of hanging around guys like Chase for a reason.

You were just about to refuse him, the umpteenth rejection within months, when it was his turn for his name to be called.

The familiar voice had contrasting reactions from you both, a slight frown between your brows while the dark-haired man sported a teasing grin when he turned around. You took the opportunity to take a step away from him, glad that he was too distracted by the sight of his cousin to notice. Dealing with one spoiled rich boy was one too many, never mind the presence of two.

Rafe Cameron was just as tall, just as pretty, just as rich but far more entitled than his dark-haired counterpart. He was an impulsive short fuse compared to Chase’s icy disposition. Where Rafe got into fights on the beach brought on by a coke fueled rage, Chase got drunk and harassed any unsuspecting less fortunate inhabitant who crossed his path. It had been years ago, but you could still remember the sound of his voice as he threatened to have some kid’s dad fired for simply bumping into him.

Rafe was proud to be an asshole while Chase liked to pretend that he wasn’t.

On their own, they were bad enough, but once together, you shuddered to think of what they could—and had—accomplish.

You only glanced over your shoulder once more as you quietly escaped what could’ve been another awkward encounter. Chase was already grinning at the dirty blond, an excited lilt in his voice as he talked about some party happening this weekend. In your efforts to make sure you were getting away unseen, your own gaze connected with a familiar blue one.

Rafe’s expression was even as he drank you in, nary an emotion flitting across it as he somehow both listened to the other man and kept his attention on you. A soft North Carolina breeze blew by, ruffling the few strands that grazed his forehead, and when his blue eyes lowered, straying from your own gaze and to parts of you you’d rather they didn’t, you finally turned back around.

Rafe Cameron, years ahead of his cousin, had asked you out once in high school. You’d been bolder then, less mature and lacking more than half the patience you carried now. You hadn’t just rejected him, but you’d told him in no uncertain terms that you didn’t like guys like him. You’d long suspected that he never really got over that, and you didn’t need to look over your shoulder again to confirm that he was still looking at you.

You could feel the heat of his gaze pressing down onto your back.

“Just give me five more minutes and then I’ll be ready,” Kie promised you, briefly touching your arm before hurrying into the back of her family’s restaurant.

The place was pretty packed today which made her parents’ decision to let her take off all the more surprising. Sarah Cameron was in the corner somewhere with her boyfriend Topper, the blonde throwing you a friendly smile when you came in. She was a lot closer to Kie than she was to you, and in truth, that was more so your doing than hers.

Rafe just wasn’t someone you wanted to interact with if you could help it, and considering that he and Chase were joined at the hip more like brothers than cousins, the desire to steer clear was doubly so.

You had just pulled out your phone to check your messages when a shadow passed over you. You didn’t pay it much mind, but the feel of their body heat mingling with yours clued you in on the fact that whoever they were, they were too close for comfort. You were both surprised and resigned when you heard a familiar voice.

“Picking up for Cameron.”

You tensed at the sound of that smooth voice, shrinking in on yourself as you continued to look ahead. Rafe knew that you knew he was there, and you could feel his eyes on you as you stared in front of you, waiting for Kie to return. You heard the blond next to you let out a small sigh, and you only glanced at him when he dared to move closer.

“You know,” he slowly and softly began, leaning in just a tad. “…you’re kind of hurting my cousin’s feelings.”

That was the last thing you’d expected to come out of his mouth, and you looked at him with a deep frown. There was a small smirk dancing on Rafe’s lips, the corner of his mouth quirked up just a tad, but there was an earnestness in his eyes that hinted at some truth in his words.

“Is that so,” you murmured, looking away. “I doubt that.”

You heard Rafe chuckle, but it was bitter, dry and lacking humor.

“He really hasn’t been anything but nice to you…and you treat him like garbage.”

Rafe’s voice had lowered some, an edge to it that forced you to look at him again. His expression wasn’t so mirthful, a smile or anything close to it nowhere in sight. Despite the volume in the restaurant, you felt like you and Rafe were the only ones in the place, and you swallowed.

“…and how do I do that? By politely turning him down?”

You kept going before he could intervene.

“How else should I do it? Or…would you be happier if I just didn’t turn him down, at all?”

You watched Rafe’s jaw tick as he ran his eyes over you, an iciness creeping into them that made you shudder. He stared at you just like that for what felt like a long time before finally speaking again.

“What’s your problem, Y/N?” he slowly wondered. “You think you’re too good for him or something?”

Such a thought was a great sin to guys like Rafe.

They had money and looks and influence, and so, that put them at a place where no one was off limits. The mere thought that you might think you were too good for his cousin Chase had his eyes flashing…because it wasn’t just about the dark-haired man. If you thought you were too good for Chase, then you thought you were too good for Rafe, and with just one look into a familiar blue gaze, you could tell that Rafe was transported back to senior year when you told him quite plainly what you thought of him.

“I don’t like guys like Chase,” you evenly told him.

You paid no mind to the way his expression hardened as he looked away. Rafe sniffed, pulling his lip between his teeth before meeting your gaze again, his own challenging.

“…and what is Chase like? What are guys like that…like…?”

Rafe was almost daring you to say it, to insult him and his family, and foolishly, you were glad to.

“Spoiled, entitled…guys who lose their temper when they don’t get their way,” you told him, holding his gaze despite how uncomfortable you felt. “You know.”

You pushed yourself to your feet just as Kie returned. She was in the middle of apologizing for the holdup when she cut herself off, coming up short at the sight of Rafe beside you. You were already walking away and urging her to follow before she could even acknowledge him.

“Was he bothering you?” she sternly asked the second you both made it outside.

“No,” you lied with a sigh. “Just Rafe being…Rafe.”

“Good,” she said with relief. “He’s been hanging around here a lot more, and as long as he isn’t causing trouble, who am I to tell him where he can and can’t go, but if he was bothering you, I’ll get my dad to ban him, I swear.”

A laugh was caught in your throat when her words registered. You frowned a bit as you followed her to her jeep, confusion filling you as you hopped inside.

“He has?”

“Yeah, him and Chase,” she groaned, starting the vehicle. “Neither of them gave that much of a fuck about my parents’ place before…”

You clicked your seatbelt with a frown, looking out of the window.

You told yourself that it was just a coincidence. The thought was laughable because when it came to guys like Chase and Rafe…there were no coincidences. You really hadn’t taken Chase seriously when he’d asked you out all those months ago, and the sentiment had held anytime he tried to approach you after. It was exhausting to keep turning him down, politely at that, and to ignore your increasing discomfort.

Chase had a way of crowding you, making you feel so small and at his mercy. The kindness in those blue eyes of his was never genuine, and you never had been fooled by that smooth baritone of his. He always had a look on his face like he was in on some joke you’d just never get, and to make it worse, he made you feel like you were the butt of it.

Truthfully, you didn’t know what Chase wanted with a girl like you, anyway.

You weren’t the partying type, so you’d definitely be no fun for him, and you’d never been eager to stroke his ego and tell him that he was even prettier than he believed. You came from money, sure, but not the kind that would make his mom satisfied. The woman had been convinced that some poor harlot was going to trap her son and swindle him for everything he had since he was a kid.

You really didn’t get what he wanted with you.

Both him and Rafe, to be honest.

Both were about as deep as a kiddie pool, but Rafe had always had a type, and you certainly weren’t it. You saw the kind of girls he hit on at parties, the kind of girls he walked around with, the kind of girls he slipped some free coke to. Rafe was nothing if not consistent in that regard, which made that moment in high school all the more confusing.

What made it even more confusing was that Rafe was obviously still hung up on it years later.

Unlike Chase, however, one hit to his ego was one too many.

“Chase…what are you doing here?”

It was hours later when you found yourself standing on your steps. No one had been more surprised than you when your mom announced that Chase was here to see you. Your dad’s pinched face was burned into your memory as your mom forced him to mind his business.

The dark-haired man before you let out a chuckle, but it sounded…off. It didn’t sound like a laugh born from amusement, but one bred from confusion instead.

“I’m wondering the same thing,” he told you, although his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You must have rejected me about…seven times by now.”

He laughed to himself again, his white button down pulling as he leaned against the porch post.

“I guess I just want to know why.”

His expression was polite, but his eyes told a different story, and you didn’t need to study the blue of them to know that he’d talked to Rafe. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, crossing your arms over your chest as you briefly glanced away. You could feel his unwavering gaze, both studying you just for the hell of it and because he wanted to know what you were thinking.

“I’m sure Rafe told you why,” was your remark.

When you looked at the dark-haired man, his own jaw had tensed some, face taut, and he nodded with a glance towards his feet.

“Look…I’m not the kind of guy you think I am,” he finally said, perfect teeth winking at you as he grinned, like the thought was laughable to him. “I just…”

He exhaled.

“We’ve both grown up here, and went to school together, and I don’t see the point in pretending like I don’t notice you,” he drawled. “I like you…and I’d like to take you out.”

Truthfully, you couldn’t tell how genuine Chase was, but your familiarity with him had your response on the tip of your tongue before he could even finish.

“Guys like you don’t like girls like me, Chase,” you’d started, turning to go back inside. “At least not for anything more than one fun night.”

When your eyes met his from the other side of the screen, they didn’t look so warm, now. The blue of them seemed darker, although you preferred to write that off to a trick of the light. He looked like he wanted to say more, but you continued just as he opened those pink lips of his.

“Go home, Chase.”

You didn’t wait to hear any kind of response.

You really hadn’t anticipated any of it.

Chasing you down on the sidewalk or approaching you in the street was one thing, but Chase showing up on your doorstep one evening had spooked you, and it was why you’d had no qualms about being straight with him and telling him to just go home. His determination to have you, despite your visible discomfort at the thought, had made it hard to sleep that night, but you’d hoped that your point had gotten across.

…and while Chase hadn’t made a move on you again, you still found no relief.

He and Rafe hung out at The Wreck more often than they ever had, and while they kept their distance, the feel of an oppressive gaze was hard to ignore. You told yourself that you just imagined the sound of a familiar truck driving by your house in the dead of night. It was a small town, and just like before, you’d run into a familiar face often. That was nothing new…

Chase Andrews wasn’t trying to wear you down for a date anymore, but you still felt no peace.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Kie wondered one day, voice heavy with concern. “…and here I thought that they’d developed a taste for my mom’s cooking.”

“I thought he was joking at first,” you confessed. “…and then he just kept asking…”

You felt almost embarrassed to admit how wrong you’d been. After all, you were way too old for childish dares, and when Chase Andrews wanted something, he got it. He was a lot like Rafe in that way, something you’d always known, and yet…you hadn’t anticipated any of it.

From either of them.

“Just stay over at my place,” Sarah Cameron had offered one night.

It was a party that you’d been the one to drag Kie to, but your inebriation was something that took both of you by surprise. You’d felt too bad to stay and didn’t want to cut Kie’s night short too. The blonde girl had been concerned when she convinced you to let her drive you back to her place.

“I know how your mom can be sometimes.”

Almost everyone did, and you’d thanked her.

You’d been grateful.

Sarah residing in the same house as Rafe hadn’t been a concern of yours. Nor the fact that he might not be alone. You’d only been concerned with drinking lots of water and laying down to keep your head from spinning. When you woke up in the middle of the night, you were a lot more sober, and the trek to the bathroom wasn’t one filled with stumbling.

Your shower made you a lot more alert.

…and you were wide awake when you almost bumped into Rafe Cameron. He didn’t look as shocked to see you in his house like you’d expect, only mildly surprised. You did flinch at the sight of him, and you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes ran over the length of you, lingering on your legs and the shirt that kissed your knees.

He didn’t say anything like you expected, and you only forced out a small apology before hurrying back to the guest room.

It had never occurred to you to lock it.

Rafe was annoying and insufferable and an asshole. The oldest Cameron was a lot of things, but there were even some things you’d put past him. So, waking up in the early morning before day by the sound of the guest room door opening was something you hadn’t predicted. The oldest Cameron chewing you out, with blown pupils you might add, was something you hadn’t predicted.

“Do you know how much shit I could’ve put you through?”

You glared at him, but inside, you were shaking. The blond had taken it upon himself to air out his grievances with you, and you were wholly aware of just how unstable he was when he had any drug in him.

“You walk around this island like you’re too good for me,” he murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Like I’m just the scum you find on the bottom of your shoe…and instead of being grateful I didn’t make your life a living hell…”

He threw his arms out.

“You turn your nose up at me…like you’re so much better than me.”

You swallowed, torn between wanting to placate him and get him out or treating him like the asshole he was.

“Rafe, you’re high and…”

“…and what?” he leaned in, tilting his head at you. “What?”

Your breathing was uneven, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, taking a step back from him. The blond followed, and you worriedly looked towards the door.

“You think Sarah’s gonna save you? You think I care if she sees what I’m going to do to you?”

His words had you frowning, and your gaze was stricken when you looked at him again.

“That’s not funny, Rafe,” you breathed.

He chuckled to himself, running his hand through already unruly hair.

“…and what makes you think I’m joking…?”

The silence between you was loud, thick, and you furiously blinked.

“You walk around this damn island like I can’t have you…when truth is, I was just being nice,” he sneered. “…because it’s actually so easy for me to do this.”

His hand completely enveloped your chin, fingers harshly pressing into your jaw as he pushed you back. The action made you stumble, and your heart skipped a beat when you landed on the bed behind you. Rafe chuckled to himself at the sight, like he genuinely found it funny, and any possibility that he was being cruel in his humor was gone when he grabbed the ankles that kicked out at him.

“Rafe, stop,” you gasped, pushing at his chest and trying to back away.

He did pause in his movements, but he kept hold of you, head tilted to the side as he studied you.

“…and why would I do that…? I don’t want to,” he slowly told you.

Movement behind him caught your eye, and relief filled you at the sight of a familiar face. It was strange that in all these months, you never thought your eyes would land on Chase Andrews in relief. Rafe, clearly having noticed your line of sight, glanced over his shoulder.

“What?” he distractedly wondered, looking at you again. “You think he’s going to save you?”

His tone was cold, and his words had your relief quickly dying out. Rafe chuckled at the sight of your falling face, heart sinking as the worst finally occurred to you.

“You think he’s not going to watch and get off on the fact that the girl he’s wanted for months is getting what she deserves?”

Rafe’s grip was firm as he pulled at your shirt, the fabric tearing in the otherwise quiet room. You fought against his hands through teary eyes, but it was like they meant nothing at all to Rafe.

“You don’t think he’s just waiting for his turn?”

Your hand connected with Rafe’s face then, but it didn’t deter him.

In that moment, it seemed like all of Rafe’s pent-up anger towards you was finally coming out. His teeth grazed your skin as he held you down, his other hand digging into your hip. Rafe seemed to take delight in your fight, your fear, and when you turned your head, your eyes connected with a blue pair that was much darker than the ones before you.

Chase didn’t look gleeful at the sight of Rafe forcing himself on you. He just looked…satisfied, and you realized then that the blond was right. Chase was scorned, he felt slighted, and you knew that he really did believe that you deserved this.

When Rafe pushed himself into you, your head pressed into the bed as you gasped in shock. His dirty blond strands were kissing your forehead as he leaned over you, pushing his cock into you almost lovingly. One hand was so tight on your wrist that it was a wonder it didn’t break, and despite how much you fought it, how much you didn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction, you weren’t able to hold in a sob.

“What’s that my mama used to always say…” Chase wondered, finally speaking. “Stop crying before I give you something to cry about?”

He was moving towards you both, and through a tearful gaze, your pleading eyes connected with his own emotionless ones. He ran them over you, taking in your naked frame and the abuse that Rafe subjected it to. In truth, Chase didn’t even look like he was enjoying himself, his hands in his pockets as he looked down his nose at the scene.

“Chase,” you tearfully begged him, trying to push Rafe off with your free hand.

“No,” he drawled, moving closer. “You don’t like guys like me, remember? So, don’t go begging for my help, now.”

When he leaned over from behind you, one hand taking yours before he did the same with the other, more tears fell. His grip was tight on your arms as he held you in place for Rafe, the blond using the opportunity to run his hands over you. His mouth left open mouth kisses to your neck and chess, and you blinked for half a second before Chase’s lips met yours.

The kiss was oddly gentle, so out of place, and a sob caught in your chest.

“That was all I ever wanted,” he murmured. “It didn’t have to be like this.”

Rafe’s cock stretched you out in a way that had you whimpering. From pain or something else, you didn’t know the answer, and you were too embarrassed to linger on it. When he lightly bit your chest, you arched into his mouth, and his hips curved into yours.

“I thought you were too good for me, Y/N,” Rafe mocked into your skin. “The way you’re gripping me says differently.”

You squeezed your eyes shut at that, and Chase chuckled.

His own teeth found your neck, and you tried to move your hands again only to hiss when he tightened his grip. The room was mostly quiet outside of your heavy breathing and the occasional moan that would escape against your will. Chase had your arms and Rafe had your legs, holding your thighs apart for him to drive himself into you without abandon.

When Chase did finally let you go, you felt no relief.

You could hear him getting undressed, and when Rafe finally came inside of you, emptying his cock and forcing you to milk him, he looked up at the other man with a chuckle. You were free for all of six seconds before Chase grabbed you and roughly threw you onto your stomach. His hand at the root of your hair forced your head down against the mattress, and if you’d doubted his motives before, they were all too clear when he finally spoke again.

“I was polite…wasn’t I?”

His lips were at your ear, but a whisper as he seemed to want something from you other than sex tonight.

“I asked you out nicely, made sure you got home safe…didn’t I?”

You reached back, pressing your nails into his skin as your tears soaked the sheets.

“Didn’t I?” he wondered again when you didn’t answer.

“Yes,” you sobbed.

You heard him take a deep breath, and his free hand curved into your hip. When he pulled you back onto his cock, you let out a whine, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of him fitting snuggly inside of you.

“…and this is how you treat me?” he wondered out loud, hips snapping against yours.

His thrusts weren’t as gentle as Rafe’s, and you gasped with each one. Rafe’s anger at your rejection was a lot calmer. It was something that had been brewing and festering for years. He’d had time to come to terms with it and just live with it, you supposed. Chase, on the other hand…

The dark-haired man had been after you for months, putting his pride and ego aside to make his intentions clear over and over again. His anger was new…fresh, and he hadn’t quite had the time to process it like Rafe had. All Chase wanted to do was take out this new anger on you.

…and that he did.

Your nails clawed at the sheets as he pushed into you, the sound of his cock thrusting into you so embarrassingly loud in the room. His grip was tight in your hair, so bad that you swore you felt a few strands pop. He was talking to you—or Rafe—but you couldn’t make it out. You were too focused on the pain in your scalp and the fire deep in the pit of your stomach.

“You think you’re better than me? Hmm?” he spat, the hand on your hip pushing your lower half down onto the bed. “You think you can just treat me like any of these second-rate assholes?”

It was clear that he wanted an answer.

“Huh?”

“No,” you sobbed, trying to push back against him to no avail.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You don’t sound sorry worth a damn,” he harshly whispered, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts.

“She’s not,” you heard Rafe add, and you trembled.

“I am,” you sobbed, finally cracking. “I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, trying in vain to get Chase to loosen his hold.

“I’m sorry,” you tearfully told them again, toes curling at the feel of his cock plunging into you and sliding against your walls.

“Nah,” you heard Chase drawl, leaning down to press his face into your hair. “You’re not sorry…but I can promise you this.”

He forced you to turn your head, and his soft lips gently brushed the corner of yours.

“You will be.”

~

tags: @aniquas​​ @softcoreparadise​​

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #chase andrews #chase andrews x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #where the crawdads sing #crossover

[murdrdocs]

Loser!Luke would send photos of himself getting out of the shower, his hair wet with his curls out water dripping all over his face, droplets rolling down his chest and towel around his waist, fucking cum gutters defined and shiny with that cute little smile on his face showing he’s just being sweet not a whore. He’s only replying to his best friends message saying he’s out of the shower now.

It’s such a slutty photo and he has no idea what he’s doing the poor boy.

he truly doesn't understand why you send him a picture of your face, eyes wide as if you're shocked, your lips parted just enough to communicate the emotion. really, he was just telling you he's out of the shower now if you still wanted to facetime him.

and when he does facetime you, you don't answer. you send him a message, telling him you need a few minutes. he towel dries his hair halfway, leaving it damp and letting the air handle the rest. he puts on a pair of plaid pajama pants, and is in the midst of brushing his teeth when you do call him. he just sets his phone up on the bathroom counter casually, standing back and brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, not noticing how the angle gives you a perfect view of his abs and the slight V leading down towards the worn-in waistband of his pajama bottoms.

you're only on the call for a minute before luke hears the infamous sound of a call ending and then his phone buzzing.

2 mins, is what your message says.

and little clueless, loser!luke has no idea what's going on with you.

^ literally me reading this just now holy shit

#i was smiling singing a song #and read this and went 😧 #thats so slutty #lukesworld! #luke castellan x reader