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bihansthot · 9 months

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So, a little while ago the lovely @dearsimp requested some headcanons involving a reader from Mexico, it just so happened their birthday was a few days ago so I apologize again for being late! Hopefully these are acceptable, I’m afraid I don’t know much about Mexico, but I did some research which is partially why it took so long and I hope they are ok! I am so so sorry if anything is inaccurate I’m going off of google and a few Mexican cooking programs T_T I’m Scandinavian, so this is all new territory for me, I’m also so sorry if any of the Spanish is incorrect, I only speak English and Japanese, so I used a translator! Also I hope you are staying safe during earthquake season!

This is all fluff, no ratings, gender neutral reader a some slight kissing but nothing too steamy, I really hope these are ok! I had fun writing them! Much love to all my Latinx readers <3

Tomas:

You turn the dough out on the counter with a satisfied *plop*, you turn to your lover as he wipes some of the flour off your brow, “see, not that hard is it?” You ask as you begin to knead and work the lump of dough, trying to create something smooth and homogenous like your Abuela showed you years ago. Once satisfied with the shape you place it in an oiled bowl to rise as you turn once again to your stand mixer to create the cookie-like crust for the delicious treat.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait to give them a try,” Tomas replies as he sneaks a little kiss on the top of your head. He sadly didn’t remember much about his own family traditions having been orphaned at such a young age, so he loved and treasured the time the two of you spent together sharing your proud Mexican culture.

You fiddle with the dough, rolling it in even balls before coating them with flattened-out sheets of the cookie-like topping.

“Is that a tortilla press?” Tomas asks commenting on your ingenious method for flattening out the pastry.

“My Abeula was a smart cookie! She always worked smarter, not harder!” You smile and make quick work of the cookie balls. You carefully drape the little cookie sheets over the dough balls and carve a fun swirling pattern into the confections, “now they just have to bake and we’ll be ready to eat them!”

“I know it would have been less work to just go to the bakery to eat them, but I’m so glad you suggested making them ourselves,” Tomas comments as he tucks the little cookie sheet in for himself and leans back to admire his somewhat clumsy, albeit perfect in your eyes, little conchas.

You steal a kiss, leaning over the counter to claim the smoke wielder’s lips, your soft velvety ones brushing lightly against his slightly chapped ones. It’s sweet and perfect in the moment, and you sigh a little as you open your mouth at the press of his tongue, he tastes warm and sweet and you can immediately tell he’s been stealing bits of the cookie dough. You don’t scold him though, instead, you lick his lips and suck softly on his tongue, eager to get more of the sweet, vanilly taste.

He reluctantly breaks the kiss as soon as the oven dings indicating it was hot enough to bake the conchas. “Guess we can finally bake these huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you reply a little flustered, anytime Tomas kissed you he immediately had that effect on you. You brush some of your hair back from your face as you put the tray of waiting pastries in the oven and set a timer. “We have about 18-25 mins, can you think of anything do to in the meantime,” you ask, giving him a suggestive smirk.

“Oh I can think of something,” he grins, his silvery eyes sparkling with a promise of things to come as he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and closes the gap between the two of you to capture your lips in a passionate dance.

Syzoth:

It’s Independence Day, something you had been looking forward to all year if for nothing else than all the delicious food available in the Zocalo. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, though he couldn’t stomach Earthrealms foods, you look over at him remorsefully as you take a big bite of your delicious Taco al Pastor. Your eyes roll back momentarily as you sink your teeth into the delicious meat and the pillowy soft tortilla, “are you sure you don’t want to at least try it Sy?”

“I’d love to sunshine, but it will give me indigestion most foul and I don’t think either of us want to bear witness to that,” Syzoth frowns as he explains his predicament.

“There must be something at one of the stalls similar enough to the food you’re used to in Outworld,” you sit there as you finish your taco mulling over the different possibilities the fiesta might have. “Why don’t we walk around the market and see, if there is anything I’ll get it for you, my treat!” You smile brightly and drag your boyfriend off towards one of the large covered markets adoring the city capital.

“Woah, woah! Slow down Sunshine, we have all day,” the Saurian laughs as he’s dragged from stall to stall with you, each one of them having what must be Earthrealm delicacies but nothing he could find palatable until you turned the corner.

“There!” You cry excitedly as you point to the mound of deep-fried grasshoppers, “chapulines!”

Syzoth cocks his head hesitantly before sniffing the pile of fried grasshoppers, they smelled delicious and had his mouth-watering, “can, can I try some? Those might just do it,” he replies as his stomach lets out an embarrassing gurgling sound.

You’re quick to order some for your lizard boyfriend and the vendor seems a little surprised you don’t want any tortillas or toppings but piles the grasshoppers in a dish for the two of you and sets it on the counter.

Awkwardly Syzoth grabs a fork and tries to spear one of the crunchy little delicacies, only to no avail, “Sunshine a little help here?” He asks still not entirely familiar with Earthrealm eating customs.

“You can use your hands Sy, it’s fine!” You reassure him as his emerald eyes sparkle with delight.

Slowly he munches on one of the grasshoppers, trying to assess if they were palatable for him.

“Well?” You ask with bated breath, so curious if you finally found something your Saurian boyfriend could enjoy.

“These are amazing!” He exclaims before shoving a handful in his mouth, chirping and crunching happily. “They’re so crispy and savory! So, similar to my natural diet!”

You clap your hands in delight as Syzoth makes quick work of his snack and you quickly order him two more portions, the vendor equal parts confused and elated at the customer’s clear enjoyment of his product.

“Viva Mexico!” Syzoth cheers happily before proceeding to stuff his mouth.

You beam at him so excited you are finally able to share something special about your heritage with the Saurian.

Kuai Liang:

“I would love to but I don’t know how xingan,” Kuai Liang laments as the two of you skirt around the brightly lit plaza.

Bands are playing festive music and lots of couples dancing merrily and you want to be part of the fun, however; your boyfriend does not know how to dance. “I can teach you, but I’m afraid I don’t know how to dance very well either, but I do remember some steps my Abuelo taught me when I was little.”

“I suppose we can try,” the pyromancer offers you a sheepish smile as you lead him towards the center of the plaza.

You try and keep to the rhythm, trying to remember what your Abuelo taught you, but it seemed as though the two of you had two left feet, tripping each other at every turn. You didn’t care though, you were just happy to be spending time together, during this local festival.

“I told you I don’t know how,” Kuai Liang seems apologetic and hangs his head in defeat as the music tempo changes to a melodic love song.

“Come on, even you can dance to this,” you reassure him as you sway your hips to the slow tempo and count out steps for him to follow. It’s clumsy yet perfect all at the same time, you rest your head against his warm shoulder, loving the comforting warmth he provides. The song ends and you are reluctant to part from the pyromancer, but it does not appear that he has any intention of letting you go as he pulls you closer, the heat radiating off his body.

His lips find yours in a slow practiced motion as you tilt your head instinctively to the side and enjoy your soft moment, forgetting you are in public, all you can focus on is the man you love.

Bi-Han:

“Uno mas!” Bi-Han calls out confidently to the barkeep indicating he indeed wanted another shot of tequila.

“Polar Bear that’s like your fifth shot shouldn’t you slow down?” You ask, your words slurred and sluggish.

“Pssshhh I can drink all night qīn!” He grins with confidence as he downs the bitter liquid as you stuff a lime into his mouth and he slams the glass down triumphantly. “Besides, I don’t need your help ordering them anymore, did you see that? Huh? I ordered it all by myself!” He laughs, clearly proud of the fact he has mastered one Spanish phrase.

You can’t help but laugh at his silly antics and grin at him, “oh yes! I’m very proud of you! Wait, wait! I have such a good idea! It’s my birthday and you said we could do whatever I wanted right?” You ask, crowding the cryomancer, the cold rolling off his flawless body doing little to combat your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah… what do you have in mind?” He asks before motioning for another shot and downing it before you can scold him.

“I want to see you in a charro suit! Please Polar Bear? You’d look sooooo good in one!” You clap your hands together excitedly, practically bouncing out of your seat at the idea.

“Where do we get one?” He asks, his speech starting to slur.

“There’s a rental store a few doors down! My parents used it for my quinceañera!” You exclaim as you hurriedly pay the tab and grab your behemoth of a boyfriend out of the bar.

“I saw the pictures from that, that dress was insane qīn, so fluffy! So many layers! You looked so cute!” He almost giggles as he recalls the details of your amazing quince dress.

“My dad picked it out, but thankfully he has good taste,” you laugh and drag him to the rental store, after a quick conversation with the shopkeeper Bi-Han finds himself mostly naked in the dressing room and you can’t help but look over every delicious inch of tanned, muscular flesh, “oh yeah, that’s my man,” you sigh contently to yourself.

After a few moments in the dressing room Bi-Han returns head to toe in his charro suit, “just call me fucking Bi-Juan! I look amazing in this!” He slurs and wobbles a bit in the tight-fitting shoes.

You can’t hold it together any longer and fall off your chair with laughter at his declaration of “Bi-Juan”, “oh my god, Polar Bear stop! That has to be racist!”

“Nah it’s call good! I’m dating a beautiful Latina, her-hermosa,” he replies with a sly smirk and a slight hiccup. “Come on qīn it’s your birthday! Why aren’t we drinking more!?” He throws the shopkeeper a wad of bills which was clearly more than the suit and shoes cost as he picks you up with ease and throws you over his shoulder. “Vamanos!”

You squeal as he handles you like you were nothing and laugh as the two of you make your way back to the bar to continue your birthday celebrations.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat headcanons #headcanon #latin reader #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #mk reptile #syzoth #mk smoke #tomas vrbada #gender neutral y/n #reader insert

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greatdecaygreatrenewal · 3 months

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need….more shigaraki x latinx! reader content.…

#i miss that era in 2021 where u had ppl make readers of color for their fav characters #tired of the obvi yt reader inserts AGHH #if someone writes a salvi reader I WILL LOVE U FOERVEEER #shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #league of villains #tenko shimura #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki x reader #latinx reader #latine reader #latina reader

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jinxedyaart · 10 months

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A little too Similar Part 5

Months passed after the initial meeting. A few more quick ones happened with Leo and Winston only, a few more times in-between. Asking for different supplies for their base upgrades, which they gave to him happily. And everytime he made a small little comment that stuck with Leo. He rephrase it everytime they spoke at their base in El Cielo. In basic terms it was the same meaning.

'You should come stay at the base! We would love to see your abilities first hand.'

Their brain would repeat the sentence over and over until one day, Winston called about a potential mission that would truly let Overwatch see what their new ally could do. It was a month in advance that Winston caught wind of the opportunity, quickly calling Leo's office with a temporary plan in mind. An undercover Intel job that required a more alluring agent and who best to call then the one who offered up that specific service. In hushed glee, Leo accepted it without a need to continue the call, instead saying to brush up in person. Feeling it would be a nice way to start things organically when they arrive. But what they were most happy about was the potential of working with a few specific people on their list. Having a well known doctor to over see their modifications, another musician who fights and heals with music and lastly the mysterious Cyborg man with Ninja powers.

They stressed more about what to pack. Having Valen call to better capture what would be best to pack for the stay there. Other than the usual necessities of a human being needs. He asked if there was any strict dress code and among other questions that filled Leo's anxiously happy mind. Finally hanging up when they got a good jist of what they deemed fit for the month long trip to the Gibraltar Overwatch base. Packing a variety of shirts that could go well with a few pants and shorts they wore. Dropping in different socks ranging from no show to thigh-highs. A few sneakers and heeled boots as well. Feeling accomplished, they close their black coffin luggage. Dusting off their hands, showing Valen the closed luggage with a proudful smile. Shaking their hands infront of their chest, shrieking in glee one last time before charging him into a hug. Unable to keep their energy down from it.

The same day, Leo calls their mother explaining that Overwatch is asking for their help and offering to host them at their base instead. At first she wasn't too on-board with the whole idea of one of her children leaving the country without her or their brother at their side. Especially after losing the first child who ran the company before them. Ultimately, she decid3d to drive over in her van with Leo's brother to say goodbye to them face to face before they left the next day.

And that day come. Overwatch's carrier jet sat at the landing zone from last time, awaiting patiently for Leo. The noise of the jets wing and landing alerting them of its arrival. They jumped out their seat and swung the door open, stepping out of their office with their luggage in hand. Analyzing their outfit one last time in a nearby mirror. Finnassing the side of their white curls. Making sure they were pinned back, holding in the tilted black barret in place. Chains drooped from the same side, bring attention to their ears. Their seconds were a long chain of crosses reaching their small oval jawline. The firsts were a small authentic gold hoop from their childhood that they never took off again. A gift from their long gone grandmother. The other ear was hidden but hints of a small silver stud and other gold hoop pair shined through in the light. The nose piercings was silver as well with a gold chain spanning across their nose, held in by two skull studs on each nostril. Their top lip now had black lipstick on it, their lower lip was a a darker tone than their skin to make it noticeable that they had lipstick on. A darker beige kinda color to pop a bit against the black. They wore a short sleeved knitted vest on top of a white slim fitted turtle neck shirt. The white shirt was tucked into a high waisted black short with gold buttons lining the left and right side. 3 buttons each with a lions head on top. Slightly flared out the bottom of it. The vest covered the first buttons but left the rest out. If leo moved their arms up, they would show in the sun. Showing off their natural hourglass body with the outfit. Their fishnet clad legs were covered by some slightly see through knee high socks with a bow on top. Washing out bits and pieces of their skin. Their right leg had a spiked garter belt, which they bent down to tighten on the thigh high socks that were slipping on their moderately thick thigh. Their shoes were a simple 1 inched platform mary janes, newly bought as they didn't have a scratch on their shiny surface. Overall they felt attractive and ready to whoo their 'audience'.

The omnic stared at his captain whom was busy checking themselves out in the mirror. Looking behind themself in it to catch Valen's expression. Strutting up to Valen with a sly smirk on their face. Posing for a few moments before giving him a twirl of their body and outfit for him.

"Doesn't this show off my figure greatly?"

Tone clearly laced with overdramatic sass as they run their hands up their body, purposely accentuating their waist for more flare. Getting a robotic scoff and a shaking head saying no in response.

"Cmon ya majesty. Your royal chariot awaits your arrival."

He chuckled out, walking over to grab their coffin luggage from their hand. Presenting his arm to his captain to walk them to the jet like a gentleman. Leo couldn't help but to bust out laughing at his gesture, bending back dramatically and taking his arm as they calmed down. Smiling to him as he escorted the little one to the jet. Leo shifted around to face him. Presenting their open arms to him, gesturing him into a hug. Gladly accepting it since they were leaving the omnic in charge for the first in a while. He slowly rocked them side to side, bending his body back. Having Leo's feet pick off the ground. They frailed it behind them, avoiding accidently hitting him in the legs. The omnic finished the squeezed hug and placed his captain on the floor. As the pair finished the trip to the jet, he opened the jet side door for Leo to go through first before he could put the luggage in a spot were it wouldn't move as the jet flew. Prior to getting of the jet, Valen placed his face plate forehead to Leo's. Making a subtle vibration with his vocoder. A forehead kiss is what he's trying to simulate.

"Que tenga cuidado en la base ok. I don't want to bury another family member." (Be careful at the base)

He pauses as they move in to a seat. Kneeling to Leo's new sitting height, he placed his cold metal hand on their warm knee. Giving it a soft squeeze as they stared into eachother's eyes.

"I'm sure nothin is gonna happen to me. Plus you and the others would come after they ass if anything did happen to me. Relax Val, I'll be fine"

They spoke to both soothe him and themself. They grabbed his hand gently, picking it up and pushing it towards his chest. They were equally nervous but it was exciting to be living through something like this. To Leo this was a moving up in the world kinda thing. So they aren't gonna pass it up easily.

At last he stepped off the jet, closing the door behind him. Securing the door by shoving it into the locks a few more times. Stepping a few inches back to wave to Leo as the jet took off. Waiting until the jet was no longer in view to turn back to the glass doors with closed fists.

Meanwhile, the overwatch base was setting up the awaited arrival of another captain. Prepping Leo's office and living quarters prior to the jet being set off to pick them up. It was mostly white and barely had anything that truly screamed Leo. The company purposely left it be so they would be able to change it or personalize it however they wanted. Once satisfied the company closed the door to both the office and quarters.

As they awaited the arrival of the jet, Cassidy sat by a nearby window. Gazing up at the sky, subtly shifting and stretching his body to find the it.

"Are you nervous or something Cole? I have never seen you act so fidgety about something, let alone someone."

Genji chuckled behind him, his arms crossed over his grey baggy hoodie. Leaning against a wall out of cole's view. The cowboy groaned a bit before smirking at the ninja. Tipping his hat out-of his face, cigar not yet lit, hanging out of his lip.

"Is it wrong to be a least a lil curious about our new ally comin to base? I mean with the way the ended our conversation I'm at least a lil bit curious."

He responded back to his friend, walking out to him. Passing him to go to the door. Clearly going to wait outside and to also start his cigar. The pair carry on to the outside, passing the opening mechanical door. Walking further down to stop just shy of the outside stairs of the leading up to the landing pad of the base. Genji circled around Cole to sit on one of the stair's steps as he watched his friend pull out a lighter. Flicking his thumb a few times to get a flame started. Finally lighting the cigar in his mouth with a soft sigh as he took a drawl of it.

"They are quite the woman? Man? I don't exactly know where to put them but they are something."

The cyborg leans back slightly, one hand over his covered chin in a thinking pose. Pausing before continuing on.

"Modifications on the vocal cords and throat is a little weird for someone to want. I mean, I wouldn't but then again Sojourn modified her own body to continue this line of work so I guess I shouldn't really think to hard about Leo's."

Just as he finished the sentence, the jets far away engine could be heard. And as if on que, Winston steps out the building with Lena by his side. Clearly having a small conversation together stopping once they reached the other pair by the stairs. Genji slowly stood up from the stairs and moved to the side. Giving the other two some space to go up while Cole moved away from the stairs. Blowing out his smoke away from the three others.

"Here to also welcome our guest you two?"

He asked amused, scanning over cole's expression. The brunette smiled subtly as Winston started up the stairs. Lena following close behind him.

"Couldn't help it. I wanna be nice and walk em down these stairs."

He retorts back, grabbing onto the rail as he walked up the stairs. Genji just one step behind his own. Forming a small group inches away from the pad.

The jet landed perfectly on the pad. The pilot opened his driver seat door, going around to open the side door visible to the four. Forcing it to show Leo grabbing their luggage with a small book in hand. Glancing around the different ropes and wires holding it in place with confusion. Putting the book on the floor by their heels. Once they got it out, dusting off their hands on their shorts. Picking the book back up onto their arms. Pulling the back of their shorts down in modesty, shifting around to face the door and pilot. Mumbling a small 'thank you' and nod to him. They walked to the open door, placing the luggage down on the floor first before grabbing the jet's door hanger for stability As Leo begins to step down, Cole jogged over grabbing the luggage in one hand and extending his arm out for Leo to grab. They chuckled at the cowboy, softly grazing their hands over his arm. Subtly feeling up his arm before finally resting their hand over his forearms. Book still in tucked into their left elbow.

"Aww thank you Cole. How nice of you, but I can walk on my own."

They let go of his arm, dragging their hand down to his own, pulling his fingers just slightly before officially letting go. Strutting over to Winston before giving him a gentle hug with a smile. Making sure the book didn't make everything uncomfortable.

"And thank you Winston for this lovely opportunity. I'm sure I won't disappoint."

They went over to Lena, hugging her gently as well. Slowly pulling away from her to look at the ninja. Their eyes grazing over his form, trying to figure out how he felt or looked. Ultimately deciding to bow and stretch out their hand for a handshake. Not wanting to scare him off with physical touching from someone he only saw twice now.

"Here let me show you around the place for a little bit before we start. It's only fair and at the end we can go to my office to brush up about the mission."

Winston suggested as he began to walk down the stairs to start the tour until Leo retaliated.

"Actually.. is it alright if I get a bit more comfortable first? I wouldn't want Cole lugging around my luggage for an hour or so."

Leo paused in the middle of the stairs, letting the others move past them. Cole stopped beforehand motioning Leo to continue down the stairs since he didn't want to hit them accidentally with the luggage. They took it into account, the silent conversation they had and continued down the last steps.

"Oh yes! Here I'll show you your room and office."

He responded back with a small smile.

"Office? I get an office as well? You're too kind."

Their voice picked up in the middle, showing a hint of surprise. An office for them inside of thee Overwatch base Gibraltar with Winston and Dr. Angela Zeigler. A dream too good to be real.

Winston began to guide the others into the building, passing a few soldiers and projects on the way. Small bits and pieces of the scrap metal Leo gave were out and about by some fighter jets.

"Well you are another captain so it's only suited you also get your own office. I respect what you've done for us so far and wanted to make your position known to others who may not know you."

He caught leos attention as he replied to their prior sentence. The gorilla was right. Leo being a captain in their own turf still makes them a capable captain among overwatch. Winston may be the leader but theirs still captain's among his team who are specified in one class.

"But I am similar to you in a way. I am the leader of my own company so how exactly will this-"

"You will be a different me in a sense. Another leader that Overwatch can turn to in my absence or I will turn to you for some advice in certain mission plans."

Winston intercepted their statement with a happy tone laced in. Almost as if it was a matter of fact kinda thing. Surprising Leo even more. They had the ability and the skills that Winston had but to lead a group like overwatch was a lot different than leading a family made business..

"Well if you say so.."

They mumbled back to him. Fidgeting with the book in their hand. Catching genji's attention.

"What kind of book is that?"

He asked, pointing down at the purely black book with a rose sticker plastered on the front of it.

"Oh no this is my sketchbook. I can't read in moving objects.. gives me a migraine. So I brought my sketchbook to help distract me from the fact I was in high altitude above the ocean.. and above the ground.. haha so many feet off the ground.."

Their body shook as if electricity ran up their spine as they spoke. Facing the ground beneath their feet with a nervous smile. Taking in a sharp breath as they moved their head to face genji. The anxious smile still on their face, wavering subtly. Pausing just shy of Winston, who was pointing at the door next to him.

"This will be your room. Your office is just over the hallway past the kitchen. Not that far off is Dr. Angela as well."

Leo turns to the open hallway, invisioning where that door would be. Turning back to the door with a small bow.

"Thank you again Winston for this. I couldn't be more thankful."

Leo opens the door as Winston nods and walks away with Lena by his side. Saying 'if you need any help ask Athena to contact me and I will come over to assist'. Giving them a small amount of confidence. They had a virtual assistant that seems to be connected to the whole base. Cole goes in with their luggage, rolling it onto the room's floor. Tipping his hat down as he walked out the door. Genji was about to follow suit until a voice caught his attention.

"Genji.. um is it possible for you to give me a little tour later? I'd like to get to know the place better."

They spoke out to him as they opened their luggage on the floor. Sitting on the floor with it, turning their torso to see genji. A little happy that they stayed by the door to listen to them. Hoping that he would say yes. Winston was nice and all but they'd like a little more peace and quiet as they toured around. And who better to ask than a ninja.

"If you'd like.. I mean-"

"That's fine. I don't really mind it."

He shrugged softly in his response before Leo could finish stuttering out their sentence. They smiled softly and muttered a thank you as genji left to find Cole. Both turning their attentions away from the other to continue on their day.

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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Leo Valdez x Latina/o reader

₊˚⊹Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)

When y’all meet it’s like that one Spider-Man meme

He’s honestly really glad to meet another Latin person, especially if that person ends up his friend and eventually lover.

If you speak Spanish then best believe he gon be speaking to you in Spanish, most times it’s Spanglish but you still understand all the same.

I feel like when people of the same culture/ethnicity meet it’s an automatic click.

So that’s def what happened between the two of y’all.

Now, if you speak Portuguese or anything other than Spanish then lil blud is gonna try to learn your language 😭

I don’t make the rules that’s just how he is.

Doesn’t even matter if he butchers it so badly

(Prolly doesn’t since Portuguese and Spanish are similar (if that’s ur language btw otherwise it’s so bad 😭)

But still 🤷‍♀️

Now, if your latino then best believe y’all gon understand jokes that others don’t

Especially if someone does something dramatic. then you both automatically reference La Rosa De Guadalupe

And then it turns into this whole worm hole on the momo and ballena azul things on those episodes- and it’s a whole other story tbh

(Sorry if ur reading this at night and got scared from the flashbacks)

Anyway, he’s that one person at Latino parties that’s a lot of stereotypes ngl

Like he’ll be that one older cousin that absolutely obliterates the piñata and then runs all cutely to you to give you the candy as if he didn’t push some 5 years olds.

But also that one guy in the table chismeando with the tías

You can’t tell me he isn’t a little chismoso 😭

He’d probs also be the guy that handles the piñata and purposefully move sit out of the way each and every time.

Continuing from that…

He’d def dance w u on the dance floor

Lil blud got them moves

And he def spends the most time w the little kids

No matter where you are 😭

Moving on, if you ever call him an Edgar or sum shit then he’d get so genuinely shocked

Like you absolutely recked him

How dare you?

Especially since his hair isn’t even an Edgar cut 😭

He’d be so hurt but move on (not at all he’d hold it against you)

Ofc lil pookie loves you so let’s move onto the more affectionate hcs

He calls you mamas or mamacita (fem nicknames) 😔

*insert vine boom effect*

Not to mention if you’re male leaning he’d call u some shit like papi chulo or since he’s kinda a nerd and into anime (personal hc) he’d call u senpapi

Like ain’t no way-

Bro is so embarrassing when he says this shit like wtf 😧 nahh git trippin

Nah but (unlike in the books) him calling u this shit is mostly satire

Especially when y’all call eachother the most rancid nicknames so it’s ok 🤷‍♀️

-Sometimes…. *insert that wiener dog side eyeing meme*

It’s fun being w him cuz y’all can just casually talk about whatever that involves your culture.

Like even talking about favorite Latin snacks is an actually convo y’all have had and it’s honestly great.

Especially when he says a word in Spanish cuz he don’t know it in English

bro doesn’t know how to speak in English or Spanish sometimes.

Honestly same

I mean lil broski is glad to have you as his s/o at all

Lil homie desperate

But it’s the icing on top when he finds out your Latino/a

Makes y’all closer and makes him glad he can reference things, knowing that you’ll understand.

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deliverusfromevillll · 4 months

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A Sticky Situation [Mammon/F!Reader]

❝ What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? ❞

warnings ⨾ blood, descriptions of gore, guns, gunshot wound, choking, swearing, arachnophobia (the irony), established prior connection, soft mammon, sexual content, unresolved sexual tension, resolved angst

terms ⨾ ❝ Drakon ❞ the Latin word meaning "dragon." ❝ Bogan ❞ Australian slang meaning (in negative connotation) someone who's a bit of a nerd or geek, holds no dress sense and/or has poor social skills.

notes ⨾ I am very much not Australian so when I looked up slang and could not find ANY concrete definitions for anything: I was in major pain. Anyways quick thing because [F/n]'s lore might seem confusing. I created an entirely different race of "humanoid" dragons that acted as the knight/official guards for the Ars Goetia incase of extermination/assassination attempts. [F/n] retired from her position as knight for an unnamed Goetia. This entire chapter was originally 13K words but I felt as though the plot arc with the Goetia drifted way too far from the original point of this fic since it was so, so needlessly lore heavy for a reader insert and made this 100x more angsty like you have no idea. Especially since this is only meant to be two chapters. This chapter was cut down for your reading pleasure!

Chapter 2 smut hyperlink will be added when I release it Ɛ>

As always minors DNI.| 6.3K words

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is unique.

He was her boss, and she was his secretary.

Running the errands, info graphing, and scheduling his business appointments when due. But it wasn't so simple.

With his artificially friendly attitude in public, behind the scenes he was nothing but cynical— snarky and demanding. Hardly surprising for the king of greed.

[F/n] was no fan, she made it clear.

Despite the lethal glares and threats she managed to shoot a quip or a snark in return each time. It initially prompted a warning hiss or a growl, an insult or a threat.

Then he resorted to shredding through his confined costume to intimidate her one time after they both seriously got into it. Neither party was satisfied in not having the last word.

Despite however many threats were hurled nothing ever came about them.

[F/n] desired the experience the job gave her and Mammon found her too entertaining to simply let go.

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is undeniably unique.

But damn, there was no shying away from the fact [F/n] did her job exceptionally well. The best in all of Hell. And that's another one of the handful of reasons why he tolerated her.

"Y'er getting on my nerves lizard." Mammon seethes with a false smile.

He sulks leaning away, poisonous puff of green air seeping though his teeth.

[F/n] raises a brow at him, eye roll following. "I need you to work with me here, asshole." [F/n] adjusted herself, turning towards him.

"If you wanna reduce the immediate damage Asmodeus and his little lapdog made we need to start advertising the twins asap. What's bothering you right now?"

Mammon huffed. "The leftover Fizz merch— sales are declining incase ya' haven't seen mate. I'm losin' money."

[F/n] clicked her tongue.

"Whatever doesn't sell now we can resell in a few weeks as vintage or some other bullshit with a higher price tag. You have any idea how much these loser collectors will pay to get their hands on discontinued merchandise?"

That's all it took for Mammon to light up, snatching [F/n] with his top hands in excitement.

"Y'er a bloody GENIOUS!" He shakes her, dropping her instantaneously. "We could double —no— TRIPLE our profits thanks to these degenerates! Ahh I taught ya' so bloody well!"

Mammon splays his hands towards the imaginary dollar signs in the air, clapping eagerly.

"And that's why I love ya' doll!" He shouts with a hefty grin, giving her a final charmed glance as he turned to make way towards the awaiting camera crew. Robo-Fizzies chasing after him with lighting sticks and microphones.

[F/n] catches herself after his stare, the spines on her tail rattling flustered. Her posture eases before anyone else can see as she flicks her tail in response.

Damn did she hate whenever he said things like that.

It's almost as if he knew the effect he had on her, doing and saying things that would purposefully rile her up. [F/n] refused to acknowledge any part of it, counteractive to the very obvious blush on her completion.

Through the commotion, Mammon smiled charismatically in [F/n]'s direction as their eyes met again. This was going to be a long shoot.

"That went better than I expected." [F/n] mumbles. Mammon appearing in a green cloud next to her. Bells chiming happily.

"Why'dya say that? Doubted me?" He rung.

"Well for all the years I've known you— Accepting you got fucked is definitely not something you're known for... You're taking losing your star clown better than I thought."

Mammon chuckles in amusement.

"Star clown? I am the star clown. With or without him I'll still make a fuck ton o' money." He nudges her. "With y'er— uh, our ideas and my reinforcement I don't see any issue mate."

[F/n] looked very, very, unconvinced. Mammon thinks for a moment before shrugging.

"At the end of the day you are my most valuable asset after all."

"What a way to make a girl feel special Ammo." Her eyes roll.

Mammon only giggled for a moment, attention immediately stolen upon taking in a familiar scent.

The smell of coffee meets his nose as they walk before the café in his estate. It takes him no time to decide he's in the mood for another cup of coffee.

[F/n] could already tell by the expression on his face. However unconvinced about giving the bug even more caffeine after his last.

Mammon playfully puts on a puppy-eyed expression as he bends town to her level.

He shoves his face in front of hers, frowning, the green glow of his pupils becoming brighter. "C'mon doll, ya'd say no to my lil 'ol face?"

His smaller spider eyes make a show as he frowns with an exaggerated pointed lip.

She sighs, gently pushing his face away. "Enough with the eyes. I'll be right back... Not like you'd let me say no anyways asshole."

Like a cat that ate the canary, Mammon smiles triumphantly as he took a moment to get seated on one of the empty tables outside the shop.

He enjoys the smell of coffee beans while searching in her direction through the large glass windows. He watches her make some hand motions towards the menu.

Letting out a big yawn, he blinks blearily. He could use a nap after all this.

Exploiting his employees was hard work after all.

Mammon observes her pull out her wallet, swiping her card. His smile becomes gentler, enamored at the idea of her willingness to spend her own money on him.

He became increasingly aware the expression he wore, quickly clearing his throat to look more serious.

It takes the café worker a second to hand her the single cup of coffee alongside a paper bag. He waves her goodbye with a bold wink, [F/n] unable to hold her laugh.

Mammon gritted his teeth. He conditioned his employees not to unnecessarily pester him, or her, especially when they were out together. Seems like one of them hadn't learned this yet. He took a mental note.

He was about to get up from his seat until [F/n] audibly shut the door behind her with a small jingle. She takes a seat across from him as he leaned forward and snatched the drink from her hand.

"'Bout fuckin' time cunt." He grumbles.

Mammon takes a sip of the cold coffee, ignoring his irritation as the sweet contents hit his tongue.

Or at least he tried to, the sweetness of it tasting rather dull part in due to his thoughts.

"Was this made by that fuckin' bogan?" He wonders.

His hand tenses, squeezing the drink at his palm slightly.

"I got you this." [F/n] mumbled, scooting the bag towards him.

Mammon snaps his attention towards back towards her, pausing to glance between her then the baggie before fishing through it. He pulls out a small box, opening it to reveal a cream colored pastry.

It takes him a moment to collect his thought.

Confused, he asks, "Why the cake, doll? Ya' know all I wanted was my coffee."

"You were feeling like shit earlier." She puts it simply.

Mammon shifted from the cake to her in his peripheral vision.

She was worried about him. Had him in her mind. Considerate about how he felt, albeit she wouldn't admit it out loud.

He couldn't help but grow a fat smile, genuine smile, as he scoots closer towards her.

"I'm starting to think ya' actually care about me, love." [F/n]'s eyes widen for a second.

She looks away from him, scoffing.

"Don't overthink it. I don't want to deal with you when you're in a mood."

Mammon takes a small bite, savoring the even sweeter taste. Humming with delight, he takes another portion of it with the plastic spoon, leaning forward to bring it to her mouth.

[F/n] glances between the cake and Mammon, who's unashamedly eagerly watching her.

"I-I don't—"

"Ahh don't fuckin' be like that mate. It's good, try it!"

The dragon takes a bite, flushed, as she ate the piece in silent agreement. Her tail sticking to her leg somewhat embarrassed.

He was right, the pastry was fluffy and flavorful. Not that she expected any different, that was the reason why she bought it for him. She would've never anticipated this however.

Another spoonful reaches her lips, she accepts it without complaint this time. Expression easing. Her tail wags behind her in satisfaction.

Mammon carefully scoops more, bringing it to her face once again.

[F/n] quickly swallows the bit already in her mouth, shaking her head this time.

"I bought it for you, I'm eating more of it than you are. You're being a little bit too charitable."

"Yeah but who's to say I'm not getting anythin' out of feeding ya', love?" He dotes.

[F/n] felt the tips of her ears warm, tail flicking.

Mammon soaks in her flush, turning to take another sip of his coffee. His eyes follow the direction of his lips for a glance before returning at her image.

He freezes for a moment, brows furrowing. Mammon checks the cup again to ensure he saw it correctly. [F/n] immediately notices his expression drop and leans over to see the source.

A phone number was written just under her name with a heart.

"Aw how cute!"

Mammon gags. "Cute?!"

"Yeah, first time someone has done that for me. It's kinda sweet!" [F/n] reaches for the cup, Mammon hisses as he holds it further away.

"Doll, there's no bloody way you're actually interested in this cunt. He's some fuckin' nobody workin' below minimum wage!"

"Oh please, you sound jealous, he was really n—!"

Mammon immediately crushes the cup in his grip, indifferent feeling the coffee spill onto his glove and trickle to the table. He reaches over to grab [F/n]'s extended hand to move it away as he leans towards her features.

His face was centimeters away from hers, sharp breath tickling her features.

"I ain't the sharing type." Mammon growled.

The cup gets engulfed in a green cloud, vanishing as the smoke dissipated. [F/n] glared at the spider, brows furrowed in uncertainty.

He was acting like this again.

"Fucking hell, I didn't want any of your coffee. I just wanted to see the goddamn number."

Mammon blinks, head tilting. He mutters something under his breath as he stands, breaking eye contact.

She thought he was upset over sharing a drink? Far from it, but he wasn't going to clarify if that's the conclusion she came to.

Still holding onto her hand, he strings her up as he gets out of his seat.

"Better ya' don't. This cunt wouldn't even be able to take care of ya'." [F/n] rolls her eyes. Though it didn't go unnoticed, as Mammon grimaced.

"It's impossible to find anyone at all when you scare everyone off." She growls lowly.

"Don't fuckin' hiss at me doll. I'm savin' ya from the embarrassment."

"The embarrassment of what exactly?"

"Of goin' out with the lower class, hells y're considered a knight for the Goetia ain't ya'? Y're not gonna get anythin' worthwhile in some random mutt."

[F/n] swats her tail very irritably, yanking her wrist back forcefully.

A loud tear following in the process.

"I can be with whoever the fuck I want and feel like, I'm not some goddamn princess."

Mammon looks at his glove, seeing as the motion of her pull had tore through the material. It was a reminder of how sharp her scales were.

It wasn't deep enough to cut his actual skin. But the damage on his glove was done. A rush of anger at her defiance.

He sneers, looking between the café and her short figure. A cloud of green exits through his teeth as he grips her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly to his face.

[F/n] grabs his wrists, squeezing equally as hard, as her wings flutter behind her to give herself some leverage and room to breathe.

She looks genuinely shocked for a moment, though it only took a second for her to regain composure to glare at the sin with bared teeth. Scales began to form on her complexion.

Mammon stares deeply into her eyes with a menacing smile. His miniature eyes emitting a soft glow.

"REMEMBER Y'R PLACE BENEATH ME BEFORE I REMIND YA'."

He let's her go, watching as she wobbly lands on her feet.

I gust of wind hits his face as she flapped her wings to soften the fall. The scales that covered her face immediately erase as the tension breaks with a longer sharp inhale of air.

They had instantly gained the attention of everyone around them if they hadn't already, silence deafening.

[F/n] felt humiliated. Hurt. Used.

Defeated, for once.

"I don't fuckin' pay ya to run 'round with y'r bitch hormones. I hired ya' to serve me and me only."

[F/n] bites her lower lip, her claw reaching up to feel where his met her throat.

That was the first time he'd ever grabbed her like that. Sure he'd scream and threaten her before, even swung at her at times however each time he did so slow enough to miss.

He'd chuck random items in reach sometimes knowing she could just dodge or fly out of the way.

It never crossed further than that.

Now to be grabbed by the neck? That was new.

The trace of his hand lingered warningly as she tried to sooth over her bruised skin.

She looked up at him, tail tucked in between her legs.

He would only ever harm people he saw replaceable. His subordinates. The realization came crashing down on her incredibly hard.

He could've just as easily killed her in that moment, snapped her neck and that would've been it.

Did their history mean nothing to him?

What changed?

"Fuck you..." It came as a whisper.

Unsure of whether he heard that or not, he chose to ignore it either way in favor of her tail.

He pointed at it, releasing a laugh as if it was the most amusing thing he'd seen.

It felt nauseating. One moment he was warm: the next, cruel.

Despite all the time spent, she concluded he never saw her as anything further than another form of entertainment.

An animal he can poke and prod for a reaction. Even in her state of shock all he did was laugh. The sound echoed in her head.

A familiar tone rings, buzzing. And Mammon instantly snaps out of his laughter.

He fishes through his pocket to pick up his phone.

His alarm was going off.

"Ahh fuckin' bitch— meeting is about to start." He groans, recovering quickly.

"C'mere." He demands, forgiving the glare she shot at him as he pulled her arm so forcefully she knew she'd bruise.

Mammon teleports the two of them into his office.

The jiggles of coins chime as he lands into his web, [F/n] perched beside him.

Her eyes widen slightly, trying to adjust herself in a better position. She tugs on one of her wings stuck into the webbing with an irritated scowl. He quickly removed the damaged glove and snaps a new one in its place out of thin air.

Mammon, who's busy with a drumstick he seemingly pulled from nowhere, nonchalantly untangles her wing in a simple swipe.

He stops chewing for a second to give her a toothy smirk: [F/n] returning a huff.

"Oh come off it will ya', ya' bitch?"

"We need to talk."

Mammon, who doesn't give it any thought, takes another bite of his food.

"More bitchin'." He imagines.

"Some other time."

[F/n] looks away from him, curling her tail around her leg to try and provide some sort of self comfort. She felt disappointed.

Despite all the breakthroughs made in their partnership, he still treated her like an object. His object. Something he was free to do whatever he wanted to. Truth be told, it stung deeply.

It was the only thing she could think about lately.

There was no denying Mammon grew incredibly on her, she only wished he felt the same in return. Maybe then he wouldn't be so needlessly mean.

Was it something she did? Something she didn't do?

There was no point in even thinking about it, [F/n] didn't want to be embarrassed again. She refused.

Security open the doors of his office, and in come a small group of incubi.

The one leading the group takes a quick bow before the two, tipping his hat while smiling on his way up.

Both watch as they fill the room, trotting with some briefcases in hand. The thumps of their boots semi-absorbed into the carpet they walked on.

"What an honor to see Mammon and his little butterfly, even more so present our wonderful idea to." He starts, slowly pacing left and right.

"We all know about the massive, massive, slaughter that came of the drakon specie during the first war with heaven. Terrible thing really." He smirks.

[F/n] raises her brow, crossing her arms further.

"A bigger shame would be to allow the fun of them go." The incubus pulls out his phone to project a screen before them.

[F/n] and Mammon look less than impressed.

"I present to you the dragon dildo, made with real dragon scales! The synthetic crap can't compare to this." He chuckles, arms extended either way.

The incubi look impressed by their own work. "Dragon scales are the hardest material in all of hell. This thing would be fucking indestructible! It's every horny sinner's dream!"

Mammon yawns, waving a finger.

"And how exactly are ya' going to farm real scales? There's hardly a handful of drakons in all o' hell left mate n' the survivors are all considered royalty."

"Well my good sir, that's where we were hoping you would come in. Seeing as you already possess one of them. I'm sure the king of greed wouldn't mind parting with it in turn for a greater profit."

[F/n] leans out of her seat, seething at the disrespectful implication. "Are you stupid or suicidal?"

The incubus hands one of his partners the briefcase, who held it sideways.

"Oh but my dear, you are very valuable. Your title as knight is only a benefit you see. You can be a brand on its own with how infamous your status was."

He starts unclipping the handles of the case.

"My title was granted to me because of how efficient I was in fighting angels. You— I'd MOP the floor with you."

Mammon tugs her back onto his side. His expression doesn't say much, however, the hand planted around her thigh possessively said it all.

"Y're gonna die for wastin' my time." He snarls, grinning wildly.

Mammon snaps his fingers and in rushes his security of robot Fizzarollis.

[F/n] felt him squeeze her thigh as he presses her deeper into his side. Her initial anger melting as her heart beats faster in reaction. [F/n] stares up at him, his image burning into her mind.

Her hand rested on his chest— able to feel his warmth, his breathing, it felt too intimate.

She felt his heartbeat at her fingertips, beating a tad bit faster than usual.

Then, she remembered. She thought his claim over her was nothing more than superficial, for looks, all this to keep her obedient and lull her back into his claws until the next time she slightly agitated him.

She looks back at the group, frowning.

"Shame, really. I was hoping you'd cooperate for your sake." The incubi frowns.

He opens his briefcase, incubi's devilish smile doesn't go unnoticed.

[F/n], unable to say anything in time, connects two and two as a familiar glint reflects off the metal brandished.

Breaking out of Mammon's grasp, she straddles him and extends her wings— covering as much of him as she possibly could.

A glowing bullet hits [F/n] directly the bend of her wing, the jolt of pain sucking the wind out of her as she slips onto Mammon's stomach.

The incubi's angelic revolver smokes at the barrel.

Security tackles the gunman.

They struggle to get each of his henchmen into cuffs, but with increasing numbers it quickly becomes apparent the gunman along with his goons has no chance.

Mammon immediately moves to shield [F/n] with his body, placing her onto the web. They both look at wound, [F/n] hissing as she tries to stretch her injured wing.

"Fuck— A-Are ya' alright? I didn't think..."

"I'm fine Ammo, he just nailed my joint. That's it." She interrupted, groaning.

His face turns between her injury and her expression several times. He looked worried. His eyes glossed.

[F/n] frowns.

Electricity flies off of Mammon, turning to look at the commotion behind him. Panic quickly turns into rage as he bursts out of his confined costume with a deafening yell.

The room fills with green.

Sounds of screaming immediately follow.

Mammon smashes some of the incubi into the floor, completely crushed under his weight. He makes sure to smear them in, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he does so.

Those unfortunate enough not to cease on impact were left wailing in agony: taking a fistful of the carpet in a hopeless attempt to pull themselves away with a gaping hole going through their back to their stomach..

It was messy.

The blood from their bodies popped similarly to that of water-balloons. It was a gross, alleviating sight. [F/n] could take comfort knowing sinners like these wouldn't be able to come after her again.

After having his fun, Mammon darts his head towards the remaining incubus.

His mini spider eyes radiated a toxic green as he slinked over. The two robo-fizzies who had captured him meekly raised him towards Mammon: who instantly snatches the man and brings him towards his eye level.

"PLEASE N—"

"B̴͍͚̀E̴̯̘̊G̴͈͍͝ ̸̯̩̌F̸͖̗̈́Ò̸͉́Ṛ̶̪͆ ̶͓̑͒Y̷̥͌͂Ŏ̴̖̩̒U̷̲̳͆͌Ṙ̶̟̂ ̸̦͓͂L̶͍̺̈́Ḯ̸̬F̶̨͓͋̅E̵̩̦̋."

Before even giving him the chance, his please come strangled into whispers as Mammon squeezes him in his fist.

He exhales a large green cloud onto his pitiful expression as he attempts to gasp for air, coughing violently in response. A crack erupts.

Mammon drops him to the floor, watching as he contorted with a deafening scream. Observing him cry for a moment: he does the same as he dealt with the ones previously, popping him like an unwanted pimple.

His breathing labored, the high coming down upon realizing he was the last of the group.

Mammon raises one of his bloodied spider legs out of a fresh carcass, inspecting it, grumbling something under his breath.

The security group of robo-fizzies seem unsure on how to proceed, each of them timidly watching awaiting orders.

"The fuck are ya' looking at? Get this cleaned up NOW!" He roared.

The robots scrambled, tumbling over each other as they struggled to organize themselves.

Mammon slinks back towards [F/n], expression instantly softening.

She lets out a whine, yanking out the glowing particle as the pain of it courses through her back. "Gods fuck that hurt..." [F/n] bit her tongue, aimlessly tossing the bullet at the floor.

"Shit, let's go get ya' patched up beautiful." He mumbles, taking her carefully into his arms as if she'd shatter entirely at the slightest bump.

"Fucking— OW!"

"Ahh can ya' fuckin' hold still for a minute mate!?"

Mammon quickly wraps a thick webbing around her wing, using a splint to keep it straight in place.

[F/n] squirms, suppressing the acid-ball forming at her throat. Mammon makes his final wrap as he sticks the web onto itself, hands gently caressing her wing.

He sighs.

Neither of them say anything for a moment. The silence deafening as the reality of the situation sinks in.

He frowns, gently letting go of his work.

Moving to cup her cheek as he turns her expression towards him even gentler, afraid he would somehow shatter her.

"Why the face? What's the matter beautiful?"

There it was, again, the rapid beating of her heart over his artificial pet names.

"Nothing. Just... I can't fucking believe I got shot right in the elbow." She mumbles, sparing a glance at his handiwork on her wing.

"Normally my scales are able to tank angelic bullets... Maybe I'm becoming weak." [F/n] sighed.

"I, uh, well ya'know... That bullet would'a sent me to the bloody hospital. Cunt aimed for my head." Mammon swallows.

He drags a finger under the fabric of his neck, pulling on it momentarily.

"And honestly... I think y're the only bloody demon crazy enough who'd ever do anything like that for me."

He strokes the webbing gingerly, feeling the material brush against the rest of her scales. He paused.

Mammon tenses slightly as he rehearsed his next sentence in his mind dozens of times, feeling awkward as the very unfamiliar phrase leaves his tongue.

"So —uh— I appreciate ya' more than ya' think..."

It falls silent as her face hues.

Though it doesn't bother him remotely, continuing to massage around the bend of her wing.

If only he were consistently like this. Then it would make the signs so much more visible.

Visible he actually wanted her.

[F/n] swallows thickly, doing her best to calm the trot in her chest. She knew despite everything if she could go back in time she wouldn't change the outcome of it.

Even in the chaos of it all she cared too deeply about him to imagine him hurt. With that, the wave of knowing she completely lost to him finally came crashing down on her.

Their game of chess was finally concluded, he won, and that's why she needed to get out.

"Mammon we really need to talk."

Her wing pulls away from his petting, curling back into its usual space. He seemed disappointed as the warmth of her injured limb left his grasp.

"What about?"

Her lips quiver, the frown on her expression breaking through the poker face she tried to maintain. Her eyes water, tail curling.

She thinks of all of their mishaps together. To when she first agreed to work with him, their first banter, their first success together, how they progressively got more and more comfortable with each other.

She went from someone behind the scenes to being his only companion. He was a hothead, but so was she. But their differences felt too great: the hot and cold treatment was driving her crazy.

"We need to end our contract."

Mammon blinked. Frozen.

He slowly clenches his fists impossibly hard.

"Why? Was it because o' that fuckin' incubus? Y-Ya' watched me kill 'em. I promise next time I—"

"It's not that. None of that."

"Then what is it? Fuck changed?"

"Mammon as much as I love being here with you and working alongside you, I just can't be around you anymore."

It was obvious he didn't understand, his pause with unsure searching eyes sought to try and read the static expression she did her best to maintain.

"I'm sorry."

Mammon felt himself burn. He felt his insides ignite with such intense desperation with a feeling he didn't entirely recognize.

Even knowing her more basic tasks could be given to someone else to fill just as easily did nothing to reassure him.

Hells he didn't feel this lost when Fizz quit his position. He got over that so insanely fast. It was deeper than that.

This was the only person he remotely cared about in all of hell resigning.

The idea felt so unreal.

"I'm so sorry." [F/n] repeated.

The click of her boots echo as she walked towards the double doors of his bedroom. Like a whisper, she faded.

Mammon watches as her tail hovers just above the ground. Immediately noting how she didn't just drag it as she normally would. The low rattle it'd make was erased, as if she wanted to create the least bit of noise possible.

Why? Did he scare her?

Nonsense. She was the only one who wouldn't cave to his ridiculous disrespect despite his threats. And though it did get in his nerves initially, it grew on him and made everything in his life new again.

He enjoyed hearing her voice.

Hearing her talk about frivolous, nonsensical, shit. Enjoyed observing the smallest things about her.

Like the way she would hide the joy in her expression but unable to maintain the same façade in her eagerly wagging tail.

Or the way her wings would flutter for a second whenever she was blushing.

Or when she would get too excited her hair would pulse the color of her element. And how whenever she's extremely upset her clear complexion starts forming scales as if she were ready to morph.

Or how she sometimes has difficulty not tearing clothes due to the sharpness of her claws. She would always let out a loud groan and a few swears before deciding if it were salvageable.

He felt electricity course through his body. His eyelid twitching.

[F/n] hugged herself, shutting the door behind her as she power walked through his manor.

She used her sleeve to wipe away the tears before they could spill. Quietly whimpering to herself to alleviate the ache in her chest.

She doesn't get very far however, before snapping out of her emotions as a loud bang interrupts her.

[F/n] points her gaze backwards, watching the doors fly open while cracking at the force of his push.

"OUR CONVO AIN'T OVER!"

She backs up hesitantly as Mammon runs at her. The thumping of his soles grew louder, seemingly indifferent at the idea he may trample her.

Clouds of swamp green smoke exit through his teeth. He halts just before her, punching a hole through the wall next to them to release his rage. Chips of brick and dust recoil along with his fist.

"You— YA' THINK YA' CAN JUST JOG OFF?" He growled, leaning down as he stared at her.

"Whatever idea ya got in that pretty lil' head o' yours, toss it. I won't break our contract. You are MINE."

[F/n] sighed, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head at him.

"You don't get it." Her disbelief erases as her head comes to point towards his.

She snaps her fingers and out manifests a golden sheet between them with both their signatures held within the bottom.

"It's written agreement in our contact that only requires the consent of one party to break it."

Mammon felt a drop of sweat come down his neck.

He froze. The pain grew.

And she was right, the section she was referring to glowed faintly among the rest of the text as she highlighted it. Demanifesting as she withdrew her hand.

"A rule you imposed since you were initially skeptical about my performance in your estate."

"I- I... Fuckin'..."

It goes silent.

The rush of anger evaporated from his body with the sparks. Feeling at a loss on what to say, Mammon swallows thickly as he blinks.

He reaches a hand to clutch the material over his chest, squeezing it.

His gaze eventually trails back to hers.

His mind returns to the thought of massive their height difference was. She was so small compared to him. It made his heart chirp. His hand comes up to erase the flustered look looming on his features.

Mammon recollects himself as best he can in a pathetic attempt. He brushes his hat shakily, the bells chiming as the material bounced back.

"So then tell me why—?"

[F/n] growls, pressing her claws into her palm.

"STOP!" She shouts at him, quickly wiping away at the corner of her eyes. "D-Don't make this needlessly complicated."

Again with the tears, only this time she couldn't prevent them.

Mammon frowned, reaching out to her. He wanted to console her, wipe away those tears. It pained him knowing he was the source.

The tip of his index finger brushed against her cheek unable to get far.

[F/n] swatted away his hand. And that hurt him.

"You fucking... g-goddamnit you fucking dumbass... Can't you see what's going on?" She hissed stomping a few steps away from him.

"I fell so hard for you, and it fucking blows because I can't just have you." She turned towards him.

[F/n] gestures to herself angrily through her cries. "Do you fucking get it now?! I'm in LOVE with you— that's why I need to get the hell away from you. I want to be something more to you but you'll only ever see me as your subordinate."

She shouted, adrenaline coursing through only heighted by her emotional outburst.

Mammon grabs her despite her struggling with his lower pair of hands, leaning over and forcing her to allow him to clean her face.

He absorbs her tears through the material of his upper pair of gloves with gentle strokes.

She grips his wrists with enough force that'd dislocate them if he were any other sinner. He felt her tremble against him.

How could he not notice her pain before?

How long ago did she start feeling this way?

There was a pool of regrets swimming in his chest and among them the biggest was not erasing her doubts sooner.

"What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? I'm smitten with ya' dollface."

"You're a king sin— hell you outed Asmodeus for dating someone beneath him, how am I any different from that? People would think you're a hypocrite."

"Ya' think I give a remote fuck about what these cunts think? I'm the richest fucker in all o' hell, I didn't get here caring about what some bitch thinks o' me. I don't really give a flying shit about Asmodeus fuckin' some circus imp."

[F/n] immediately becomes less resistant to his advance. [E/c] eyes staring up at him in disbelief.

She searched desperately for any indication he was lying.

Mammon cups her jawline.

"I dunno how ya' haven't realized how obsessed I am with ya'... Thought it was reaaal obvious: I mean for fuck's sake I don't wanna be anywhere without ya'. Everything I do is with you." Mammon sighed nervously.

He lifted her in her arms, bringing down his face to gently set his forehead onto hers.

He didn't entirely recognize it before, but now that the cat was out of the bag it was so painfully apparent.

Everything he did was by her, to her, and for her. He found himself more temperamental and bored in the situations he had to exist without her. The cogs in his head finally spun, blushing for a mere moment as he finally admitted it out loud.

"I'm obsessed with ya princess. I'm fuckin' crazy over you."

If her heart pounded any faster she was sure she'd pass out.

Her eyes glued to the tiny white slits in the sea of bright green within his eyes.

They both glance down at each other's lips then back at their gaze.

Immediately realizing what the other was doing, they both smash into each other desperately. Mammon felt a firework go off in his head. She was putty in his hands. A little butterfly caught in his web.

He growled.

[F/n] caresses his features, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks and pulling him closer.

A surge of electricity runs through his expression and tickles hers affectionately. It courses her hands and down her arms eagerly.

Mammon drags his bicolored tongue across her lips, pushing himself in at the slightest gap.

Their tongues dance and with no protest Mammon explores his new territory. Their teeth clatter, Mammon doing his best not to pierce her.

The taste of coffee and pastries still lingered strongly on his saliva. Their tongues dance, aching. It's as if they couldn't get close enough to one another, both feverishly pushing into each other craving every bit of contact the other could provide.

Pleased with her submission, he makes way back into his room.

Massaging her ass with his upper pair of hands and grabbing onto her heels with the other. [F/n] releases a muffled moan.

Mammon breaks the kiss first, glancing at the spirit trail that still connected them. He licks the drool from his lips, savoring their long overdue tension-breaker.

He steals a few more pecks before taking a seat on his bed, holding onto her. He brushed a strand of her [h/c] hair out of her face.

Mammon chuckled softly, enamored with the bright hue on her complexion: gaze hungry.

Mammon stares at her. Unmoving. As his breathing very audibly becomes heavier.

It takes him a painful few seconds to snap out of his own trance.

"As much as I wanna fold ya' in my bed and have ya' take care of my stiffy— y're injured and need to rest princess."

"Oh come the fuck on Ammo, I'm fine!" [F/n] pouts, huffing while trying to feel him up through his clothes.

She slinks downwards to attempt and grind against the growing tent underneath his layers of clothes to entice him.

Mammon with every bit of self control in his body, has none of it, interwinding her hands into his instead with force as he pulls her back up to steal another peck.

"I love y're excitement but I will hurt you."

"You're no fun."

"You'll fuckin' get what you want later... Needy whore."

He scoots closer into bed.

Mammon snaps his fingers. A puff of green surround both of them, clearing quickly to reveal he had changed them into their sleepwear. He smiles softly.

His blanket flies over them as he adjusts more comfortably, plopping [F/n] on his chest.

[F/n] coils into a ball, purring happily while nuzzling herself into the crook of his neck. She quickly settles. His hand reaches to pet her hair lovingly, listening patiently as her purring gradually became more distant overtime until she drifted off entirely.

Mammon sighed with satisfaction, captivated, only then closing his eyes. "Y're gonna stay mine forever."

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss mammon #mammon x reader #helluva boss #Helluva boss mammon x reader #Helluva boss x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #mammon helluva boss #mammon apologist

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jumexju · 12 days

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¿OH, QUÈ SERÀ?

Pairing !! : House / Reader

Fic Type !! : Oneshot / Fluff

CW !! : House's jokes (He's an ass), reader is latino/a (gender isn't specified), untranslated spanish is used

Summary !!: He made a bet with Wilson.. and lost.

Note !! : the house md brainrot is consuming me lol (szn 5 is making me physically ill)

✦ MASTERLIST

“You Like them!” Wilson barged into House’s office as if he had made a grand discovery. House dismissed his team and continued eating his tacos de birria, waiting for Wilson to expand on his outrageous claim of him liking a woman. “It’s been three weeks and they're still living with you, ergo: You haven't kicked them out or you haven’t told me — and the latter can’t be true because you tell me everything!” The blonde had his hands on his hips while he talked.

“Who? _____?” House asked, feigning confusion. “They cook and they're not boring. Plus they clean- And for free too!”

“Not for free, they need a place to live, they're probably just being courteous, House!” Wilson warned, “You’re trying to hide the fact that you care about them because then it makes you seem more human and you don’t want that because you hate when people see your nice side!” The Oncologist kept lecturing him but he wasn’t really paying any attention to it.

“I have a nice side?” House's words dripped with sarcasm. He did, however, seem to be enjoying the birria tacos you’d made the day before. Apparently it was a big thing in latin american culture to cook as if you were feeding a whole village, so you had a lot left over.

“Yes, you have a-! That’s why you’re letting them stay!” Wilson argued, a boyish smile on his face at the realization that his friend had a crush on a fellow colleague.

“I’m not letting them do anything, I’m just taking advantage of their cooking and cleaning skills.” He dipped the end of the taco in the consumè you’d made, savoring the explosion of flavor that was currently happening in his mouth.

“You know that’s not true.” Wilson sat in front of House’s desk, facing him with the smile still present. “You L-I-K-E them,” The blonde spelled out, “Just admit it!”

“If I do, will you leave me and my tacos alone?” House lifted a brow as he licked his index finger and thumb.

“You didn’t happen to delete a message they were expecting from an apartment manager, did you? ,” Wilson questioned, a knowing look on his face.

“... No-”

“Aha!” Wilson exclaimed, “Your hesitance indicates that you did! Jeez, just ask them out, House. It’s not that hard,” Wilson shrugged, “Unless you’re too chicken of course…”

“You wanna bet?” House laid back in his chair, empty tupperware sitting on his desk as he smirked.

“A hundred dollars if you ask them out and go out on a genuine date.” Wilson said as he crossed his arms. See, he knew something that House didn’t. Around a few months ago, you confided in Wilson and told him about your feelings for House. However, when Wilson had suggested that you ask him out, you said you didn’t want to risk it, especially because you knew there was a high chance he wouldn’t reciprocate. Of course, Wilson said it was reasonable and left it alone, listening to your vents about House and whatnot whenever your attempts to bury your feelings failed.

Unfortunately for House, You were a great actor, because not even he knew of your feelings for him. You kept it professional, or well tried to before you had to move out. You didn’t tell him the details of that, but somehow you ended up living in House’s… house. Certain that you would say no, House replied: “If you lose, you owe me a hundred.” With that, the bet was in place and House couldn’t be more excited to get his hundred dollars tomorrow and see the defeated look on Wilson’s face when he told him that there was no date.

With a pep in his step, House could hear the faint salsa playing before he even opened the door. His keys jingled while finding the right one but before he could insert it into the lock, you opened the door. Did you recognize the jingle of his keys? “Hey? You’re back late.” You smiled before leaving him to walk in and close the door himself.

“Yeah it Wilson was begging me not to go, He’s clingy.” House joked.

“You guys make the cutest couple,” You said sarcastically as you stirred the rice you were making.

House sat on the couch and popped a pill, “I wear the pants in the relationship, just so you know.”

“Yeah I can’t picture you wearing a skirt,”

“I can picture you wearing a skirt,” House insinuated as he checked you out, “You’ve got a great ass for it.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’ve gone senile, Atrevido.” You shook your head and laughed at his comments. “Has that line ever worked on anyone?”

“Usually,” House shrugged.

“Yeah maybe back in your day,” You finished off the rice and began slicing the potatoes you’d put off to the side earlier. “Anyway, You haven’t heard any messages about the apartments I applied at, have you? They said they’d call me back like two weeks ago and I haven’t heard anything.”

House pursed his lips and acted clueless, “Nope, Nada.” The older man shrugged and positioned his feet on the coffee table in front of him. “What are you making?”

“Carne con papa y arroz,” You told him. “My mom used to make it for me as a kid and I missed the taste so I’m making it. ¿Te terminaste los tacos de birria que hice ayer?”

“Yeah.” House left out the part where he smacked Wilson’s hand for trying to steal a taco.

“What’d you think of them?”

“They weren’t horrible.” House, being himself of course, wouldn’t admit that he loved them.

You smiled to yourself, knowing House, that was probably the closest you were going to get to a compliment about your food. Because the tupperware was basically clean, you could tell he actually liked them. For House, his actions usually spoke louder than his words. Once the meat finished cooking, you added the potatoes and put the lid over the pot, the only thing left to do was to wait for the potatoes to soften. With a sigh of relief, you grabbed your cup of mango-strawberry flavored wine and hummed the tune that played softly in the kitchen as you walked over to the couch to sit next to House. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, House spoke up.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”

You looked up from your magazine, “A date?”

House slowly nodded, “That’s what I said, yeah.”

You shrugged, “As long as you’re paying.” You chuckled and kept reading your magazine, you didn’t even take a moment to mull it over. House was a little surprised by your lack of hesitance, but it was overshadowed by his disappointment.

“Wait, really?” House asked but he didn’t seem thrilled by your willingness to go on a date with him.

“I mean, yeah? It’s free food. It’s not like you like me or anything so why would I pass that up?” You chuckled, “Unless you actually like me, in which case, I probably look like an asshole right now.” Your eyes widened and you put your magazine down. “You don’t like me do you?”

“No, it was a bet, which — thanks to you — I just lost.” He sighed and slouched into the couch.

“My bad,” You laughed, “How much did you bet on me saying no?”

“A hundred dollars.”

You almost spit out your wine, “You were that sure I’d say no??”

“I was, up until a moment ago.” House glanced at you as if you’d sabotaged him.

You patted his arm trying to calm his butthurt-self, a bright smile on your face, “Sorry House, Free food is hard to pass up.”

“Yeah, Milk the hot doctor of allllll his money, that’s your plan huh?” House looked up at the ceiling.

“Dunno about the ‘hot’ part but everything else is accurate,” You laughed, picking up your magazine again.

“Yeah, I’m not as hot as the burning food on the stove right now.” House stated. Your eyes widened as you hopped off the couch, setting the wine on the coffee table and running to the stove.

“You ass! You couldn’t just remind me like a normal person??”

He sipped on your glass of wine as you checked if the food was burnt, “I’m far from normal, I thought you’d’ve known that by now.” House chuckled.

“You shouldn’t drink when you’re on drugs y’know.” You snatched the cup from him as you sat back down, “You’ll end up doing some serious damage to your brain.”

“Like I can get any worse, It’s not like I’m dying.” He turned on the TV, the rom-com you two would watch together came on.

“Yeah it’d suck if you died,” You finished the cup of wine.

“Would it?” He asked as he glanced at your lips, wet from the wine.

“Yeah. Where else would I live?” You met his eyes.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Freeloader.”

“Hey-! I’m cooking and cleaning as payment, so not freeloading.” You nudged him with your elbow, playful smile on your face as you looked back at the TV.

Maybe Wilson was right. Maybe he did like you.

Just a bit though.

#house md #house x reader #house md x reader #greg house #greg house md #gregory house #wilson house md #hilson #malpractice md #greg house x reader #james wilson

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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I know there’s other posts out there but I wanted to make a comprehensive post about being completely inclusive when writing reader inserts. Everyone has their own perspective and ideas so I wanted to share my thoughts and tips that I use myself when I’m writing. Of course I most likely forgot things as well so feel free to add on if you think of something I missed and I’ll add it to the list here!

Quicke note before we get to it: if you spot something on this list that you’ve done before, don’t beat yourself up about it. We all slip up and make mistakes. Just learn from it and keep it in mind for the future! As readers, we understand that it’s near impossible to include every single individual that could possibly read your work, but the point is to be as inclusive as possible with your writing.

Under a cut for length and to make sure you always see the most updated list when you click on it! Reblogs are very much appreciated too, especially if you’re a writer so we can all learn and grow and be better!

Labeling your reader (a guide to terminology)

Gender neutral (gn)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no mentions of genitals

Assigned female at birth (afab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a vagina

Assigned male at birth (amab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a penis

Female/fem/f- she/her pronouns, traditionally femme nicknames, reader usually has a vagina

Male/m- he/him pronouns, traditionally masc nicknames, reader usually has a penis

Non-binary (nb)- usually they/them pronouns, reader can have either a vagina or a penis

Quick note: terminology changes often and as far as I know this is the most up to date on being inclusive with labeling readers. If it changes or if anyone has suggestions I’ll update this.

If you do want to assign your reader character some type of label, please tag it appropriately. Lots of poc writers like to write black, Latine, Asian, etc readers for example. Or other examples are plus size reader, short reader, tall reader, nerdy reader, shy reader, sporty reader, etc.

Don’t be afraid to write a trans character too! Trans characters can have either the opposite genitalia from their birth assignment or the same, everyone is different! There’s a big lack in trans reader representation!

Please note too that just because reader is labeled one way does not necessarily mean they are cisgender. People can be non-binary and use she/her or he/him pronouns. There’s no need to label your reader as cis at all

And please don’t label your readers' sexuality as straight. Bi/pan/demi/queer people can be attracted to a male character but that does not mean they are exclusively into men. It alienates queer readers.

Inclusive with skin tones

Please do not use “blush” or “flush” or anything like that! I know that’s one of the top issues when being inclusive with skin tones. But those words have the connotation that the skin turns red or pink, and while everyone is capable of their skin warming, it doesn’t always show the same especially on darker skin. Instead, try something like “you felt your skin heat up” or “your palms felt sweaty” or “you felt flustered.” Focus more on the emotions and what reader is feeling or thinking or physically reacting rather than saying reader blushed.

Be careful when describing bruises or injuries. Not all bruises get bright red for example. Instead, try mentioning blood stain, swelling, or just use “discolored” or “beat up” or something like that.

Not everyone’s skin turns red when slapped so just avoid “your skin reddened” altogether.

Not everyone has pink nipples, just skip describing the color altogether

Or pink lips. Again just skip the color description

While all skin is able to get burned, not everyone’s skin turns red/pink from being in the sun. Instead use more feeling descriptors like “your skin felt hot from the sun” or even describing peeling would be ok.

Don’t say that reader looks like an established character.

“Knuckles turned white” doesn’t happen with everyone so just leave it out. Focus more on muscles straining or something instead.

Avoid the phrase “you look white as a ghost” when referring to reader.

If you want to mention makeup, just leave it general and don’t specify colors or shades or anything like that. Not all shades show up the same on all skin tones.

Overall, it’s best to just avoid skin tone indicators and anything describing color on the skin. That simple thing makes a world of difference in inclusivity. The more you do it, the easier and more natural it’ll feel until it’s second nature! Your readers will be extremely appreciative of it!

Inclusive with hair

Not everyone can run their fingers through their hair. Textured/curly hair gets caught or someone may not have hair long enough (or any hair) to run their fingers through.

Instead, try something like “fiddled with your fingers/ear/clothes”

Not everyone has hair long enough to tie up/back so it’s best to just not mention it at all. Your reader can just imagine how they want their hair for the scene.

If you want a more formal look, just “you styled yourself nicely” something like that is enough.

Some people enjoy hair pulling in sex, some don’t. Hair touching can be very upsetting for some people, especially people of color. If you want to include it, just make sure to add it in the tags/warnings so readers are aware before they get into it

Inclusive with language

Please don’t assume your reader doesn’t speak Spanish! (This is aimed mostly at those who write Latino characters because I see this a lot)

If a character is speaking Spanish, you can either use italics to indicate the language change or provide a translation right there. Avoid adding “you didn’t understand” with that.

Instead you can use something like “you didn’t hear” so your reader can interpret for themselves if it’s because they don’t understand or they simply didn’t hear.

Or use phrases like “he said X in Spanish” for either praises, curses, etc. it leaves it more open for all readers.

I know it’s tempting but please don’t use google translate to write in another language. It’s fine or a word or a phrase but when it goes into full sentences then it gets a little funky. Try consulting with a native speaker if you can!

When writing in Spanish, please note that n and ñ are not interchangeable!

Inclusive with body shape and size

Don’t assume your reader is thin or short and the character can easily pick them up or toss them around. If you want to specify a short reader, please tag it.

Also the opposite: done assume reader is taller than a character too!

If you want character to pick up reader, please include it in your warnings.

Limbs generally don’t weigh as much so something like “he hiked you leg over his shoulder” while laying down is more inclusive (I’m short and can pick up limbs from my clients at my day job so trust me your leg itself doesn’t weigh a lot)

Avoid “you got up on your tiptoes to kiss him” because not everyone is short. Instead just say “leaned over/in to kiss” or “angled yourself to kiss” something more generalized

Usually describing a hug/holding reader/cuddling is fine but don’t get overly specific on how much a character is able to wrap their arms around the reader and fit their arms fully around reader. Writing a tight embrace or an engulfing hug should still be fine since it can be a show of emotions.

Wearing a characters clothes. Not everyone can fit their fav’s size and not everyone will “drown in his shirt.”

Again the opposite is true too: not everyone has curves or thick thighs or big breasts or a big ass. Plus size and curvy readers are important to write too since representation is lacking, but just be sure to tag it properly!

Inclusive with background in general

For this section, the goal is more to be aware of certain things and to be sure to include proper tags and warnings more than avoiding things completely. Readers understand that there is the element of fantasy in reading fanfiction but sometimes a certain aspect can be triggering or upsetting or can knock the immersion out so it just important to be aware and have tags and warnings before your fic!

Be careful when describing readers family because that can be hard for some readers. Not everyone has a good relationship with their family. Yes sometimes a backstory is needed for plot and people can pretend for the sake of the story. Just be sure to include in your warnings for the story, especially if it’s either a really good or really bad relationship.

If you’re making up family members for reader, be it siblings or kids, try to be aware of what their names are. Typically white names won’t fit every background so just be aware of that. Or try just using nicknames instead!

Religion. Just don’t mention it at all unless it’s properly tagged and warned for.

Around the holidays especially, Christmas fics are very popular but please be aware that not everyone celebrates the same holidays! Be sure to tag and warn for any holidays that they could be celebrating. And please don’t write Jewish characters celebrating Christmas.

Don’t make your reader biologically related to a white character. If you absolutely want to, there’s options like step family, adopted, childhood friends that are closer than family, etc.

Reader’s job is usually something you have more leeway with in order to fit your story but just be sure to tag it appropriately. Disabled readers for example can’t always imagine themselves in certain jobs so it’s just something to keep in mind.

When creating a backstory for reader, try to think outside your own experience and make sure it’s not something that poc readers can’t relate to or wouldn’t have had the same experience from. If you’re unsure just put it in the tags/notes beforehand.

This one is more aimed at Americans but please remember that not everyone reading lives in the US. Sometimes yes, a setting is necessary, but please be open to the fact that people from all over the world read fics. If it’s set in the US, especially when the canon setting is elsewhere, please note it beforehand.

There’s really no need to give your reader an age as it can alienate a lot of readers. Sometimes it can be inferred through context but I find that outright giving reader a specific age is very excluding. There are plenty of people in fandom who are not in their 20s so please don’t assume everyone reading is. And it sends a message to anyone in their 30s or older that they don’t belong when every other fic is a very young reader character. Obviously don’t write smut about minors too but that should go without saying.

If you’re at the point where your reader has a name, it’s no longer a reader insert but an original character. Nicknames or code names are totally fine, but please don’t give reader a name.

And if you are writing an oc, please keep it out of the reader tag. Use the oc tags.

Inclusive with art and moodboards

Please include poc when making moodboards for your fics!! I know from personal experience it can be hard to find the right pic you want, but I promise with some digging it’s possible.

Follow models of color pages here on tumblr, there’s unsplash, Pinterest (I know it’s not the best site but I have found a lot of poc pics there) and other sites too. Curate pictures to save for later when you can!

When it comes to art for reader insert fics, please don’t default to a white woman all the time. It’s disheartening to see white women used for “reader” in 90% of art or more. It makes poc feel like they aren’t welcome and that it isn’t meant for us. My personal opinion is that reader should be just a shadowy figure or outline or something vague like that. Or use a few different body types and skin tones.

General inclusive tips

These aren't specific to skin tone or anything but rather little things that can help your reader feel more immersed in your story in general. I know some writers have a specific image in mind when writing but these are little things I’ve noticed that can knock the fantasy out for me so I wanted to share some thoughts and pointers. These are lower pressure points and not as big a deal but I did want to include them anyway.

Instead of specifying food or drink, write something like “your favorite (whatever)” or don’t even mention what they make or eat. Just say they made something or they ate something, your readers can fill in for themselves that’s on the plate

If a character buys reader flowers or something, don’t specify the flower. Either leave it vague or use “your favorite flowers”

Instead of a specific outfit, leave it vague or don’t mention at all. Sometimes a certain kind of outfit is required for situations (like a formal event or ball or something), but even then you can use something like “a gown in your favorite color” or “a formal outfit that flattered you well.”

Adding on with the clothing point: please tag if you’re describing clothing in a fantasy type setting. While clothing itself has no gender, sometimes trans and nb people can get hit with dysphoria if you’ve got reader wearing a skirt or something like it with no warning. Either just leave it out, leave it vague, or warn for it!

In the case of an AU or a fantasy setting you have more wiggle room with clothing but still try to leave it more vague if possible.

Same with shoes. Not everyone likes/can wear heels so keep that in mind

To wrap up, please be aware when writing your reader inserts. It’ll get easier with practice the more you consciously do it! And please listen to poc writers/readers when we ask for inclusivity! And support writers of color too! Thank you for reading and taking it all in because I know this was a lot!

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wonhosmistress · 6 months

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J. Wooyoung (Latino-Coded)

Jung Wooyoung x Latin(e)afab!reader / fluff

A/N: (I wish I had this idea during Hispanic Heritage Month it would've been nice to have posted this during that time but yeah I felt like writing Latino-coded Wooyoung 🤭)

Don’t mind me adding Mexican icons for this pretend their are your countries, I did a self-insert because I’m Mexican pls don’t take it to heart

Wooyoung the boyfriend that will always get up and dance with you whenever one of your favorite artist(s) comes up on a playlist and while he won’t exactly know how to dance said song he will be a lil’ goof and just go along with your steps. Even if it just means dancing around like a silly little goofball which only means he’s having fun.

Wooyoung the boyfriend who’d be willing to try new foods from your native home be it, (Mexico, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Colombia, etc) and give your favorite foods a taste. When he ends up liking it, he steals your plate rather than eating what he ordered.

Wooyoung the boyfriend you’d invite to a club with friends and the type who’d pull you towards him to dance with you be it silly dancing or following your lead to teach him your moves.

Wooyoung the boyfriend who would put in the effort whenever you’d taught him simple words such as “hi”, “nice to meet you.”, or even “you look sexy” in your native language because he wanted to improve his Spanish it to just learn a new language, talk dirty to you, and impress your friends/family with his Spanish. You’d always giggle whenever he said certain words with Korean pronunciation because Korean and Spanish were a bit similar if you really thought about it.

Wooyoung the boyfriend that doesn’t mind assisting you in the kitchen not because he wants to help but rather steal pieces of cooked meat you made for y’all to eat at for lunch. Which only ends up in him asking questions like, “what’s that?”, “that looks odd.”, “what does that do to the food?” And while you appreciate him wanting to learn, you just want him to stop questioning you and the ingredients only to have him kicked out the kitchen.

#jung wooyoung #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez fluff

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irrelevantwriter · 1 year

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Tactus

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Touchstarved!Female Reader/You

Rating: SFW, Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Language, angst, comfort, family shit, mentions of sick/divorced parents, touch-starved reader

Word Count: 2263

Summary: An emotional moment gets the best of you. Eddie comforts you and realizes you need more than encouraging words.

A/N: I made myself cry writing this so I hope you hoes appreciate it. I went with a reader who was having a bit of an emotional breakdown and who also happened to be going through it. Oh, and touch starved. Which is coincidentally what the title of this fic is in Latin. Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.

*Check out my other Eddie fics here

*Masterlist in bio.

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Tears pooled in your eyes. A sob simmered just under the surface, but you did your best to hide it. You sniffled, taking a deep breath in. The action had little effect. Your lashes were still dotted with wetness, your mascara no doubt transferring to the skin under your eyes.

You shook your head, willing yourself to stop. Crying at work was the last thing you wanted to be doing. It was embarrassing, especially around a group of men who didn’t have the capacity to soothe a crying baby doll, much less an actual human.

You ignored the tightness in your chest and went about your evening routine of closing down the auto shop. You turned off the lights and locked the door, flipping the ancient sign in the window from OPEN to CLOSED. A few of the guys still worked in the garage, a bay left open to let the minimal summer breeze through.

You wiped away an errant tear as you made your way to the break room. You worked on autopilot, setting the coffee maker up for the morning, the men claiming to not know how the machine worked. They insisted you did it better. It was a ruse you were very much aware of, but you also didn’t mind. You did it anyway. It felt nice to be needed. Even if it was only for your subpar coffee skills.

The thought made a stream of moisture trail down your cheek, the movement startling you. Your hands shook as you bit your lip, on the cusp of a full blown crying fit. A faint thud of boots and a melodic whistle sounded in your ears, signaling someone was approaching.

You knew that song. You knew that person.

You hurriedly turned away from the door, patting your face dry as Eddie Munson strolled in. He brought with him an aroma of motor oil and faded Old Spice, the cigarette he’d just smoked lingering on his clothes. You kept your head down, busying your hands with the coffee filters.

“Hey…didn’t know you were still here,” he offered, standing next to you at the sink.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he rinsed his coffee mug, the lettering across the front chipped and scratched. Once upon a time the piece of ceramic read Son of a Bitch with a caricature of the devil beneath it. It always made you laugh. Eddie was far from the devilish persona he liked to portray at times. He’d been the warmest and most welcoming of the bunch when you’d first started.

You cleared your throat, hoping the flood of emotions hadn’t made its way to your voice box yet, “Just finishing up.”

He nodded, placing the mug on the drying rack and making his way over to the fridge in the corner. He pulled out a can of cola, his name scrawled in black marker across the front. He always drank a soda at the end of the day. It was a habit you’d picked up on in your time as receptionist at the shop. All the guys had habits. Eddie’s habits were your favorite.

The pop and hiss of the can being opened reverberated in the otherwise empty room. He made his way back over to you, sipping loudly from the can.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’ve been counting the same stack of filters since I walked in.”

Your fingers stopped, pushing said filters away. You scoffed at his observation, still not meeting his eyes. “Just distracted.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, grease covered forearm shifting closer.

You shook your head.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly. Too soft.

You hesitantly met his gaze, feeling silly for the outburst you’d nearly allowed yourself to have.

His eyes were warm and welcoming, his lips pulled into a tender smile, but when he noticed the redness in your own eyes and the drops clinging to your lash line, his brows furrowed.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shake of your head, wiping the evidence away.

“Did something happen?”

He reached a hand out, but didn’t touch you. He hovered over your shoulder, wanting to but not crossing that line. You were coworkers. Friends even. But you’d never touched one another. Not with intention. And when he didn’t inch closer, you realized how badly you wanted it.

“Just some stuff with my parents. It’s kind of a shit show right now,” you offered, voice betraying your real emotions.

“Can I do anything?”

You smiled up at him, heart warming at the sight of such a selfless human. You hadn’t known they still existed.

More tears came.

“Woah, what happened?” Eddie asked, brown orbs going wide with panic as he set his can of soda to the side.

You’d frightened him. You could see the worry in his face; that he’d said something wrong. It was quite the opposite.

“M’fine,” you sniffled, willing the tears to stop. But they wouldn’t. Everything rushed back to the surface, making you feel vulnerable and way too exposed.

“Says the girl sobbing in front of me,” he deadpanned.

The comment made you giggle, a hiccup following.

His expression flipped at seeing a hint of a smile on your lips. “There she is.”

You were both quiet for a moment, the hum of the appliances a constant in the background. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. Humiliation crept its way up your spine.

And then, a warm caress near your shoulder made you pause. It was slight and hardly noticeable, but you felt it nonetheless. Felt the heavy weight of his rings through your blouse as he rubbed soothing circles. Felt the hard calluses of his fingers rub against the fabric. Felt the warmth.

The unexpected contact had a duality you weren’t prepared for. Your senses came alive while your body succumbed to the comfort, relaxing in on itself. You swore you could feel every microscopic aspect of his touch. And yet it all blended together to create the most all consuming embrace.

A simple touch set you aflame.

“My dad is really sick. And my mom can’t deal with it. I’ve been helping them out. With finances and doctors appointments. But it’s not easy. Especially when my mom talks about divorcing my dad. It’s just…,” you stopped to catch your breath, feeling your lip begin to tremble. “A lot.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a while. He’d pulled his hand away while you’d been speaking and you already missed it.

“Jesus, M’sorry sweetheart. That’s…shit,” he sighed, scratching at his stubbly chin.

You nodded at his words, laughing at his interpretation. “The shittiest,” you agreed.

You finally turned to face him, no longer hiding your tear-stricken face. You thought you saw something akin to sadness pass over his features before it was quickly wiped away.

“M’sorry,” you apologized with a self-deprecating laugh, accepting the balled up paper towel he’d torn off the roll for you.

“What’re you sorry for?”

“For crying at you. Unloading all my shit.”

“Hey,” he paused, making you meet his eyes at the seriousness in his tone. “Don’t apologize for that. You can always talk to me.”

You simply nodded, fearing words would fail you.

“I’ve never seen you cry before.”

“That’s not really unusual. I don’t have many reasons to cry most days. Despite my current predicament,” you joked, gesturing to your wet eyes and sniffly nose.

“You’ve seen me cry,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, when Brady brought that puppy he found near the creek that you wanted to adopt,” you explained with a laugh, thinking back on the memory.

“Because he wouldn’t let me,” Eddie added, pouting.

“Because you try to adopt every animal you come across.”

He shrugged, a wide smile on his lips.

“I’m not big on crying. Or emotions really,” you confessed, wringing the tattered paper towel in your hands. You avoided his gaze, but a gentle tip of your chin made his mahogany stare meet yours. He didn’t move his finger away from you. Instead, he trailed the digit up and over your cheek, cupping your face in his palm.

“This okay?” he whispered, watching you.

“Yes,” you croaked, trying hard not to let your eyes fall shut at the feel of his skin on yours.

“It’s been awhile, huh?”

The question lingered in the air, your silence a response.

“Since someone touched you like this. Like you matter.”

His words made your heart stutter, the burn behind your eyes now unbearable. Could he really see all of that just by looking at you? Could he sense it?

“I-I,” you struggled to respond, shame clouding your mind. The raw emotion of overexposure came back tenfold and you stepped away.

“Don’t. Don’t do that, sweetheart.”

“Do what?” you practically growled, hating that he was seeing you like this.

“Push me away.” He said the words like it pained him to say them.

“Don’t do that,” you threw back. “Don’t act like you care.”

“I do care.”

“Why?”

He stared at you for a long moment. So long that you became uncomfortable.

“What kind of question is that?” he asked with a shake of his head. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it.

He moved forward, closing the distance between you both. You fought against the urge to pull back, waiting for his next move.

He approached you as one would a wild horse. With ease and patience. He extended his hand back towards you, angling for your face. You didn’t flinch when skin met skin. Rather, you basked in it. You closed your eyes and burrowed into his heat.

“Just—just let me help you.”

You'd never heard him so desperate before.

The question was on your tongue, ready to roll off.

Why?

He could see it in your eyes.

“I like you.”

Why?

He shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

You laughed, the sound watery and broken, but there all the same.

A single tear slid down your cheek and into his palm. His thumb lightly traced the curve of your lips, still gently cradling your cheek. You succumbed to him, too weak to deny your body of such intimacy. Because he was right. It had been too long since someone had touched you with meaning. With care. With a fragility you deserved but weren’t often afforded. Too many times you’d been dropped and broken and shattered, put back together in a half-assed attempt at mending.

“Close your eyes,” he softly demanded, his sugary laced breath hitting you in the face.

You obeyed, spine straightening when you felt his free hand land on your other cheek. You waited, anxiety soaring through your veins like the blood that pumped through them.

“S’okay,” Eddie soothed. He was closer, you could feel it. You could practically hear his heartbeat. “I got you.”

His chapped lips lightly touched yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. When you didn’t, he surged forward, kissing you none too gently. Like he’d been waiting for the chance. The notion made you melt. Melt right into his hands.

You kissed him back, albeit with less fervor. It’d been so long. And both your body and mind were struggling to play catch up. But the minute his hands drifted down to your hips, you lost yourself. Finally feeling anchored in a sea of thunderous waves.

You only pulled back when air became a necessity, realizing you’d been clinging to his stained t-shirt. You became bashful suddenly, avoiding his ever observant gaze.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled, catching you off guard.

You looked at him in question, hoping he didn’t regret what had just taken place. “For what?”

“For not doing that sooner. For everything you're going through. For the pain you’re feeling.”

The words came out jumbled and entirely too fast, but you caught every syllable. Neither of you were surprised this time when a trickle of tears escaped your eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Eddie.”

He nodded, pulling you close. It wasn’t until he’d wrapped his arms around you that you realized he was hugging you. A full body hug.

His arms held you tight, but not too tight. Just enough to make you feel safe. His chin was tucked near your forehead, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest. His scent wafted through your nostrils, soothing you like a fidgety toddler.

And it worked. Oh how it worked.

“Let me take you home, yeah?” he asked into your hair, his breath making the strands move against your scalp.

“Okay.”

“I’ll stop and get you some food. Anything you want.”

His chest vibrated under you, luring you in closer. The act was physically impossible. You were as close as two people could get. And yet, you wanted more. You were utterly addicted to his touch.

He pulled back too soon for your liking, but he made up for it by dragging his lips across your forehead. You closed your eyes at the sensation, lost in it.

“You’re so pretty.”

You blinked, seeing him staring at you in what could only be described as awe.

“I’m a mess,” you replied with a shake of your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“So,” he grabbed your hand, pulling it to his chest. “You can still be pretty and a mess.”

You laughed, unable to come up with a retort. “Thank you.”

And you meant it. For more than just his words. And he somehow understood.

“No problem, sweetheart. I got you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

Dedicated to @tasty-ribz, based on the song Black Wedding by In This Moment (feat. Rob Halford).

CW: female aligned reader. reader and Secondo are hinted to have an age gap. reader is a virgin. yandere themes. mentions of blood. mentions of masturbation. brief description of sex and masturbation (mostly Secondo's fantasies, really). mentions and descriptions of rituals. religious themes. loss of virginity. ritualistic blood drinking. blood kink. corruption kink. slight cum kink. mentions of pregnancy. Secondo is kind of a perv here. kinda dom & sub themes. badly translated latin, translation in the end (google translate).

i. i would've loved you for a thousand years

i would've died for you

Secondo Emeritus was a man who sought out entertainment. Usually it was nothing too serious, a night with a Sibling of Sin or a fan... Sometimes even a Ghoul or Ghoulette, if he was really bored. He was a passionate man, one who would sometimes get bored so much that he would randomly choose a Sibling to seduce, purely for the sake of the small thrill he would get out of that. It was one of the few things he had in common with his father and younger brother.

This was a similar case. He held a black mass for his believers, scanning the crowd for someone to kill his boredom. And then his gaze fell on you. He's never seen you before. You were probably new, fresh blood.

And you were so beautiful, your body tightly wrapped by the habit you wore. It was probably you first sermon, considering how you'd quickly follow what everyone else was doing. When everyone else knelt, you'd quickly kneel too. If they stood, you'd stand up. If they sat down, you'd sit as well, your eyes switching between him and the Siblings around you. How adorable.

He observed you for weeks, watching you slowly get a grasp of when to do what and for whatever reason, he felt proud. As if he was the one to teach you.

He took some time discreetly pulling the right strings to find out information about you. And with every information he wanted you more. You were innocent in so many ways, in body and mind. And that alone was enough to make him hard as he read about you. His arousal was so strong it almost hurt. He had to wave the Ghouls that brought the information away, just so he could let his cock out to deal, with the impatient erection that wished it could be kept warm stuffed deep inside you.

As he used his hand to please himself, he wondered if you've ever masturbated or if you've seen someone do it. According to the intel he received, you got flustered at the very mention of anything sexual, so he doubted you've ever even seen a single porno. It made him chuckle to himself as he imagined you kneeling in front of him, looking at him with wide, slightly nervous eyes. Would you make a sound of he came all over your face? An adorable little squeak perhaps? Just how cute would that be? What if some of his seed got on your cute pink tongue? Would you cringe at the taste? You probably would, but just how endearing would you look?

He'd love to to stroke your cheek, soothing you as you mewled, too intimidated by the presence of a Papa to wipe your face. Your innocent look would be enough to quickly make him hard again, just to slowly make you open your mouth to give you a proper taste. He could almost see the tears running down your perfect, red cheeks as you choked on his cock.

It truly was a sight to die for.

ii. i would've sacrificed it all, my dear

i would've bled for you

Was it truly so selfish of him to wish you were his and his alone? If it was so bad, someone would've surely stopped him, would they not? If he was such a monster, he would be stopped. But he wasn't.

Nobody stopped him from speaking to you and charming you. Nobody stopped him from inserting himself into your life and slowly taking it over. Nobody stopped him. They had months to stop him, but they didn't.

And now there you were, your naked body on his bed, your eyes wide open and innocently looking up at him. You were nervous, he knew. But you were just so sweet as you pressed your cheek against his palm, seeking comfort. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to keep you nervous just a little longer.

He gave you the softest of smiles, leaning in closer until your lips were almost touching. He could feel your breath shaking, but he wanted to wait just for a few more seconds. He was curious if you'd be brave enough to kiss him. If you'd be brave enough to kiss him on your own, at least just once. But not yet.

He has kissed you many times before. He'd hold your chin, making you look up at him and give you sweet, gentle kisses. Ones that would comfort you, but also make you feel dominated. Whenever his lips were on yours, he'd have your complete attention, nothing else mattered. And he knew that. He knew that and he used that to his advantage.

He did so this time, too. Closing the distance between your lips and his as he stroked your cheek soothingly with his thumb, guiding you to close your pretty eyes and let him have full control over you. You kissed him back, of course. You would always follow his lead, like a good girl. Oh, such a good girl you were...

He loved how obedient he made you. How over just a few short months he got you to fall in love with him. To completely trust him, even now, when you were so scared of what he wanted to do.

He understood. You were young. You were innocent.

But now you were his. You were finally completely his, offering your innocence to him. And of course, he took it without hesitation. Slowly but surely, his cock made its way inside you. And he savored the feeling of your sweet cunt embracing him as you held onto him. You whimpered, clinging to him. A few tears fell as you quietly muttered over and over that it hurt.

And he comforted you. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, hushing you quietly and kissing your cheek. He was there for you, he was your support, your lover and right now, he was the most important person in your life. Just as he wished when he saw you at his sermon.

And now he got to take your virginity. To make you bleed for him. And he will forever cherish the sight of the few blood drops on his sheet.

iii. 'til death do us part

you were unholy right from the start

There was something endearing in the way you looked as you knelt there, right in front of him, completely naked. You were just as anxious you were before, on the night he took your innocence. And all the other nights he got to have you.

He made a choice a while ago. He knew just how much he wanted you. And he had you now, yes. He owned your heart, your mind and your body. And he proved his ownership over you time and time again as he made you cry out his name at night. He had proof of it all.

The bruises his fingers left on your thighs nearly tattooed on your skin.

The marks his teeth left on on your neck, as if a starved vampire bit all over it to feed.

The hickeys on your chest and stomach, the gentlest of his markings, decorating your skin in such a pretty pattern that only he understood.

Yes, you were his. He knew that well. He didn't doubt your loyalty to him, your eyes were always focused on him, and even if they wondered, all it took was a snap of his fingers, and your attention was back on him again. A few kisses was all it took for you to forget whatever distracted you. He trained you well.

And now here you were. Your head tilted back to look at him, even if he did not offer you a single glance, instead watching the chalice as it slowly became filled with the blood from the cut on his palm. When he decided there was enough, he moved his hand above your head, holding your chin with the other one to tilt it back even more.

He let his blood slowly drip on your forehead, observing you blinking fast as you hoped none of it would get in your eyes. He offered you the faintest of smiles, one so discreet noone else would see it. His fingers slowly went to stroke your cheek as he observed a bit of blood dripped from your face down to your chest, running down between your breasts.

"Hac nocte, sub luna pleni, animam tuam vendico. Nunc te meum tuli, et tu me tuum." he spoke quietly. He knew you had no idea what his words meant, he didn't even give you a clue before. All you got to know was that he wanted you. After all, you didn't need to know much else, there was no reason to worry your innocent self about it. No, it would corrupt your innocence, and he'd hate that. He wanted to be the only one to corrupt you, to make you cry tears of pleasure every night. He wanted all of your attention on him, at all times. He wanted you to be his. Just his. "Tu et ego nunc unum sumus. Animae nostrae coniunctae sunt, numquam separandae. Tu mei, sicut tui."

He moved the chalice to your lips, tilting it so you'd drink his blood. He saw you cringe at the taste, but you would never disobey him, so you did your best to get all the red liquid down your throat, taking small sips.

As soon as you drank it all, he pulled you by the arm so you'd stand up. And you did, immediately moving to kiss him. He allowed you to, of course. He didn't care if the blood on your chin stained his facepaint red. He would never deny himself the taste of your lips.

iv. it's a nice night for a black wedding

He loved getting to feel you against him, even if your touch was limited by his robes and your wedding gown. You looked so beautiful, the moonlight shining on your skin and the dark fabric wrapped around your skin.

You didn't get a white dress, no. He didn't want you to have a white dress, and you agreed. You always agreed with him, trained so well to please him. He sometimes wondered if you realized just how much control he had over your mind, how he changed you so easily. How he made your world revolve around him.

But it didn't matter. You don't have to know such unimportant things. He was completely fine with you only paying attention to him. After all, you were his. Tonight he has claimed you completely.

Over months, he took your mind, slowly and subtly reshaping your worldview to depend on him completely. You had your own thoughts, of course. But you were conditioned to always come back to him, to always think about him. Your thoughts would always go back to the man holding you right now.

Then he took your virginity. He took your body, learned all about it. All your weaknesses. And he used them. He had experience in sex and used it all to please you. To make you yearn for him. After all, who else could take care of you like he did? Nobody. He knew everything about your body, he knew where to touch, where to kiss or bite. He knew exactly how hard and how fast to fuck you to make you cry and cling to him all night.

Next, he claimed your soul, connecting the two of you forever. He ensured your heart would always bring you back to him, even if your mind would somehow break free of his bonds. You'd always love him just as much as he loved you.

And now he got to claim you as his wife, holding you in his arms. It was a matter of days before your stomach would swell with his child. Yes, you were his completely.

And how delighted he was to have you...

Translations:

Hac nocte, sub luna pleni, animam tuam vendico. Nunc te meum tuli, et tu me tuum. - This night, under the full moon, I claim your soul. I have now taken you as mine, and you have taken me as yours.

Tu et ego nunc unum sumus. Animae nostrae coniunctae sunt, numquam separandae. Tu mei, sicut tui. - You and I are now one. Our souls have been combined, never to be separated. You belong to me as I belong to you.

Taglist: @sirlsplayland @firefirevampire @thatoddboy @ouijaboardemo (send an ask if you'd like to be added! read the pinned post before asking!)

#Spotify #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #yandere event #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #secondo #secondo x reader

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moonriseoverkyoto · 7 months

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Something that always makes me cringe without fail is when authors on here write a Hispanic reader but with the most basic google translate sentences. I’m a no sabo kid, born and raised in a mixed white-Mexican household. A little part of me DIES when inaccurate stereotypes of Hispanic/latin people are portrayed and inaccurate representation of the language and the vernacular of our language. I don’t mind if people want to write for Hispanic readers - please feel free! but do not consult just google translate for help or have a character randomly insert Spanish into a completely English conversation - it’s lazy and poor writing. Please just review and put effort and research into your writing if you are writing about a culture or group that is not yours.

#x hispanic reader #hispanics #spanish #latina #rambles #latina reader #miguel o'hara x reader #oscar isaac

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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 9 months

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Haunted Kiss

Summary: Eddie visits you while you volunteer to scare patrons. You two share your first kiss.

F! Reader Insert, 542 Words

Warning: Vecna mention, implied possession/violence/haunted elements, mention of fake blood. Smooches.

Authors Note: Try to tell me it’s not spooky season! Lol. Just a baby blurb, hope you enjoy. Also I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

The first time Eddie kissed you was moments after you had been bent over backwards, chanting in Latin and vomiting blood.

All that aside, it was the bravest thing he’d ever done.

More so than giving senior year his third attempt. More so than facing Vecna. More so than patronizing the haunted house that you were volunteering in…

It left his heart jackhammering against his ribs, palms sweaty.

It was his boldness that was so unlike him - his brazen plunge into a potential rejection. A risk that he never would have taken in a million years were it not for his uncle Wayne’s encouragement ringing in his ears, and a smoke (quickly followed by a mint) to calm his jangled nerves.

It was too late to be shy, he told himself as he’d arrived towards the end of the night, just as instructed.

By this time only a few stragglers lingered after the show, catching their breaths, sipping water, pale faced and sweaty when they exited.

On seeing them, Eddie wondered idly what had done it - the screeching headless woman (how?), or the clown with the chainsaw, or you.

You weren’t ethereally beautiful for once. Hair matted and knotted, white nightgown hiding your tempting figure, feet bare and brownish yellow from dirt…But it hardly mattered how horrifying you looked when you’d chased Eddie on all fours through to the next room he was meant to be in.

He’d giggled - so elated to see what an absolutely strange and unusual woman you were. A freak.

Safe to say he was falling, hard.

“Eddie!” Your eyes were bright about a half an hour later when you met him as the volunteers closed down. Once within range you launched yourself into his arms, throwing him off balance slightly with your enthusiasm.

Lost in your eyes, Eddie murmurs what a wonderful job you’d done. Truly horrifying.

“Don’t patronize me. I heard you laughing.” You accused him, mushing his cheek playfully.

He widened his eyes in faux innocence. “Laughter as a fear response is totally befitting the terrors, sweetheart.”

You looked at him like he was full of it, lips pursed slightly together, but let it slide when the smile found its way back to your face. “I’m so happy you came to see me.”

And that’s when Eddie can’t fight it any longer.

Words are lost on him as he finally takes that plunge, taking your face in his hands gently, in stark contrast to the way he leans down and kisses you firmly on the lips.

You melt into him, seemingly sagging in relief that the man you were outright enamored with, had finally, finally, kissed you.

With passion, you return the tender kiss, until Eddie is pulling back, his smile reaching his eyes as he opens his mouth to tell you how long he’d wanted to do that.

But once you’ve gotten a glimpse of him post-kiss, you toss your head back in a full, sweet, laugh. “You look like I tried to eat your face off.”

His hand flew up to touch the still wet fake blood that now coated his lips, dribbling down his chin. He couldn’t shake his smile.

“Worth it.” Eddie determined.

The two of you kissed again.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #spooky #eddiemunsonoctober #hauntedhouse #eddiexreader

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thetargaryenbride · 1 year

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Nail To The Coffin - S3 - Chapter 2

Warnings: drinking chemicals, drugs, possession

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 2909

A.N: Now this is the reason why I had reader take drugs occasionally. Because I wanted to insert her into Billy’s plotline of season 3 and make her a victim of the MF. But she would have had to drink chemicals and let’s face it, that is a certain death. That’s where the drugs come in as a loophole because she can suffer a fate just as bad as the other flayed without actually dying in the aftermath ;) As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 3

“Steve!” yelled Robin from the front, wishing he could be more responsible and come lend her a hand in dealing with the children who were pestering her for more free samples. However, the boy in question barely even heard her. He had shut down temporarily, robotically munching on a banana while his mind raced with thoughts.

He was thinking about too many things since last night.

He was thinking about you and how you didn’t show up at Hideaway. He waited for hours and at one point Eddie’s performance ended and the boy went to join Steve and talk to him. The two of them theorized why you hadn’t shown up but came up with no plausible reason. By the time he went back home, it was already way too late and he didn’t want to call your house and disturb everyone in the middle of the night. He waited until morning came and then ran to your home to ask your mother and brothers if they knew anything about what happened.

It would have worried him less if they had told him that you chose to stand him up. But they said that they haven’t heard from you since you left for your date with him. Joyce told him that a friend had called you, asking for help, and you had rushed out immediately after, saying it was urgent. But she didn’t know who the friend in question was which left Steve with more questions than answers and he had begrudgingly bid the Byers goodbye and had gone to work.

Ever since, he couldn’t stop thinking about the oddness of this situation, simply because he knew you would have called to tell him and cancel the date. You weren’t the kind of person to leave him hanging like that so his mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion which was that something bad must have happened to you.

He decided to give it some time despite his worry because he didn’t want to turn into a paranoid maniac but after everything you two went through, he couldn’t help but jump to worst-case scenarios.

“So what do you think?” asked Dustin, snapping Steve out of his thought trap.

“It sounded familiar,” he hummed as he popped a piece of banana in his mouth and Dustin furrowed his brows.

“What?”

“The music. The music right there at the end,” he pointed out and Dustin deadpanned.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We’re translating Russian!”

“I don’t know! I’m just…I can’t concentrate, dude, don’t hassle me,” groaned the boy. “I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but-”

“Alright, babysitting time is over,” snapped Robin as she threw open the door and stormed inside. “You need to get in there…Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds!”

“I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” sassed Dustin and she strolled towards the table he was occupying.

“Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?”

“How does she know about the Russians?” mumbled Dustin with wide eyes as he looked at Steve and the boy shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, I think it’s high time you call Y/N and bring her in. She is amazing with languages. She has to know Russian!” exclaimed the boy and Steve shook his head.

“She knows some Egyptian and a little bit of Latin. Nothing in common with Russian, though.”

“I can’t believe you just said it as a matter of fact,” Robin shook her head in disbelief and Steve looked at her weirdly.

“But it is a fact!”

“Ok, whatever, the point is, I can hear everything you guys are saying. You are both extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realize that Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do,” she rambled on and the two boys slowly looked at each other before back at her. “Sound about right?”

After that, Steve, Dustin, and Robin struck a deal and she got to help Dustin with translating while Steve headed back outside to work.

But his mind kept being occupied by one thought and that was you.

Billy felt like a wreck.

A shipwreck in the midst of a raging sea that was chomping away at him, taking bit by bit with every wave that crashed against him, slicing, eroding, fractions of his soul, his very essence, until he was left with scattered scraps he could not piece together even if he desperately wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the pool, not even being able to remember how and when he had gotten to his workplace in the first place. His memory was ever-changing. Some things he could remember, others were a blank spot.

He felt stifling hot, his head was a victim to splitting headaches, he was sweating profusely and everything was burning inside him.

“Billy? Are you ok?” asked one of the staff and he barely nodded.

The sunrays were devastatingly scorching.

He breathed heavily as his eyes darted between the cool pool water and the multiple people. All the noise was making his ears ring.

Then suddenly, everything got muffled as if he was listening from underwater and the only voice he was able to hear clearly was yours, calling out to him, begging him, screaming.

And memories from last night flooded his foggy brain.

Your eyes fluttered open and at first, you were extremely disoriented and your vision was blurry. Everything around you was so dark that you could barely make out if you were in your own room or locked in a dream.

Then you felt dull stinging and throbbing in your cheek, head, knees, and arms, and all began returning to you.

The cemetery.

The chase.

Billy.

You shot up in a sitting position only to fall back down because when you tried using your arms to lift your body, you realized they were bound tightly by ropes. You grunted as you tried to sit up again, this time using and balancing your strength properly so you could succeed without the help of your arms. You looked around, your breathing picking up nervously when you were finally able to take a better look at your surroundings, realizing you were in some kind of abandoned building and there was nothing in sight.

That is until you heard the sound of footsteps bouncing off the walls, making it seem like they were coming from everywhere.

“Who goes there!?” you yelled as your head darted from side to side, trying to take a look at the person. “Billy! Are you there!?”

“Shh,” sounded a familiar voice right behind you, and you felt a hand bury in your hair and grasp the locks gently. “Don’t make a sound,” he drawled in your ear and your heartbeat increased rapidly.

“W-what do you want? Why are you d-doing this?” you stuttered out, trying to calm down your wrecked with tremors body.

“I’m not doing this for me…A special someone wanted to have you real bad,” he whispered and you gulped.

“I don’t understand,” you cleared your throat as you tried to steady your voice.

“Try not to move. Be very…very…still,” he mumbled before releasing you and that’s when you heard something you hoped to never hear again – growling.

And when you looked up, you saw the most skewered, sickening, horrendous-looking monster you’ve ever laid eyes on. This one put the Demogorgon to shame.

You tried moving backwards, only to fall on your back. You began crawling, eyes unable to tear away from the approaching monstrosity and filling with tears of utter terror.

“No…Please!” you sobbed as the thing got closer to you and you turned to look at Billy who was simply standing there, looking on monotonously at the unfolding scene. “Billy, please! Please, help me!” you cried out with tears streaming down your cheeks and a trembling voice. “Whatever this thing is forcing you to do we can stop it! Please!” you bawled and you jumped in fright, letting out a strangled yelp, when you felt the monster stop at your legs, eyes snapping to look at the vine it was extending from its mouth before you looked back to the boy. “Billy, please!” you shrieked before the vine was forcefully shoved onto your mouth and you felt your body being invaded by shadows before everything faded into darkness.

Billy’s eyes watered at the memory as a sickening feeling clutched at his insides, seizing him in a chokehold, and he found it difficult to breathe as he clumsily made his way down the pool, bumping into a couple of people in the process, and towards the staff rooms. He all but fell through a couple of doors, staggering through the turns and brick corridors, before getting into the backroom and shutting the door with force.

A feeling of dread washed over him and he felt nauseous as he kept hearing you screaming and begging. His hands flew to grasp his head, palms going flat against his ears in hopes to deafen himself to your cries but nothing helped. He felt like he was about to explode not only from the physical pain but from the mental and emotional turmoil that was eating him from the inside out.

The feelings of guilt, regret, shame, fear, and hopelessness were off the charts.

Then all of a sudden, a sense of calm washed over him and for a second everything he previously felt was pushed to the very back of his mind as he straightened up and made his way towards the shelves full of cleaning chemicals. He felt like he was being pulled by an invisible force as he grabbed a bottle and unclasped it as if in a trance. He wanted to stop but he was stuck. The spider has got him in its web and was tearing off his wings so he couldn’t escape from its sticky prison and had to suffer a slow death. He could only watch his body do the unimaginable. He brought the bottle full of toxic liquid to his mouth and took a couple of big gulps.

It was as if burning flames licked at his insides but at the same time, it made him feel more alive and stronger than ever.

“Billy?” came Karen’s voice from behind him and he slowly left the bottle down, the feeling of calmness and strength slowly beginning to chip away like the paint of an old rusty car as the previous emotions of dread, regret, guilt, and fear began creeping back up on him.

“I,” she sighed. “I understand if you’re angry with me. I just…I wanted to explain why I didn’t come last night… It’s not you, it’s just…I have a family. And I can’t do anything that will hurt them. You can understand that, right?” she asked hopefully with a bit of guilt lacing her voice and all he wanted to do was crush her head against the metal shelves. In fact, the urge was so strong that for a split second, he vividly imagined and felt himself doing exactly that.

“Billy, please!”

He heard your sobs once again and the feelings of dread, regret, guilt, and fear that had been slowly creeping back in, suddenly hit him full force. They were so powerfully overwhelming that the force felt almost physical, like a strong Californian wave crashing against him, hurtling him back into that nauseating state he was in before he had been compelled to drink the chemicals.

I don’t want to do this again. I never want to do this again is what he cried out in his head at the thought of you and he was able to regain control and stop himself from doing something bad to Karen.

“Billy? Please, will you talk to me?” she spoke softly.

He exhaled sharply as he turned to face the woman and mumbled lowly, “Stay away from me, Karen.”

And then he left back outside, once again falling into the torturous embrace of the sun and the dreadful feeling of something bubbling up inside him that was taking control of his body and mind bit by bit.

“Jesus H. Christ! What do you want!?” yelled Eddie into the phone once he picked up because the device hadn’t stopped ringing for what felt like hours and Eddie was extremely groggy and pissed at being woken up by the shrill sound, interrupting his much-needed rest after last night’s tiring performance.

Later this afternoon

As if that hadn’t been enough, he had spent the majority of the night brooding at home, being worried about you and the way you had stood up Steve which was something you would never do even if you were pissed at the boy. He had been up and about, smoking weed and pacing until morning before passing out from exhaustion.

“Munson, you son of a bitch! Pick up your damn phone, will ya!?” his eardrums got busted by no other than his drug dealer Reefer Rick.

“Why are you calling me here? Are you crazy!?” bit the boy angrily.

“Am I crazy? I’m the one who should be asking that question, dude! Once I get my hands on you, you’re dead meat!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie barked confoundedly and the man let out a short mocking laughter.

“You really wanna play that game? Fine, I’ll tell you what I’m talking ‘bout. Someone broke into my house and stole all my stash! And I’m talking all the special, heavy stuff too! Do you know how many I had and the money I was gonna make outta them? I’m distributing not only to Hawkins but to all smaller towns in the area!” growled the man and Eddie did a double take.

“Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on! You think I stole? From you!? Are you kidding me right now? It’s like you don’t fucking know me, man! I’d never steal!” yelled the boy.

“Oh, yeah? And how can you prove that to me?”

“I don’t know! Come check the trailer if you want! But I swear I’m telling the fucking truth! You can ask at the Hideaway if you want! I was there last night and stayed until after twelve am then I came straight home!” he tried to explain himself and Rick huffed.

“Then who would come steal from me!? There’s probably only one person in this godforsaken town that knows I deal and that’s you!”

And then Eddie’s blood ran cold.

He wasn’t the only person who knew about Rick.

His friends knew about him too because Eddie had told them and that included you.

And now his mind went to places he used to be too afraid to explore.

He was beginning to put two and two together and he didn’t like the outcome at all.

He had to find you and he had to do it fast because something very horrible was grasping at him, suddenly choking the air out of him, and he wanted to make sure he was wrong about it all.

But first, he had to deal with Rick because he didn’t want to get himself into further trouble.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? I swear if this is some kind of fucked up way to get back at me for doing what I did-“

“Shh,” you put a finger to your mouth as your hand brushed the bangs away from the boy’s clammy forehead.

“Wasn’t it enough for you that I spent time in Juvie? I paid for my crimes!” snapped Nathaniel angrily but there was fear that could be detected in his voice.

“Be quiet,” you hushed him gently as you took a big package of white powder and poured a big pile onto your palm. You brought your nose to your hand and snorted as much as you could. The rest – you licked.

“What is wrong with you?” stammered the boy in utter shock as he watched you inhale what he supposed was cocaine. You crossed your arms on top of your knees and laid your head on them, looking at the boy through half-lidded, red-rimmed eyes.

Then he heard the sound of growling and he froze, more sweat forming on his forehead and dripping down his cheek.

“Try to be very, very, still,” you whispered monotonously as you watched him turn around slowly and face the monster.

Your face was devoid of emotion as you watched him scream and writhe while getting flayed.

Deep inside, you were screaming.

You felt as if you were in the backseat of a car that was hurtling towards the edge of a cliff. An unknown force was driving, increasing the speed with each passing second and you couldn’t take control of the wheel. You writhed and trashed against the belts but they only grew in number and wrapped even tighter around you, choking you. You could only watch as the car flew off the cliff, the sinking feeling in your stomach growing exponentially and swallowing you whole. Your heart flew out of its bone prison and then you were submerged underwater.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t breathe.

And there was no one to pull you out.

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