Transmasc/afab Reader, Unsafe Binding

Albedo: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Amber: What if it bites me and it dies?

Albedo: Then you're poisonous.

Jean: What if it bites itself and I die?

Albedo: That's voodoo.

Noelle: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Albedo: That's correlation, not causation.

Lisa: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Kaeya: That's kinky.

Jean, shaking her head: Oh my god-

bakugou: i'm just saying, next time i'm gonna get you

midoriya: i'm just saying, i beat you twice

bakugou: the first time was a tie

midoriya: and the second time?

bakugou: ...there were no witnesses the second time

fluff with diluc and a male reader who’s an ice skater? maybe the reader teaches him how to skate? :>

Of course bestie! <3

This is the first thing I've done for Diluc in a long while

Pairings; Diluc x reader

Warning(s); I don't use pronouns so this isn't necessarily gendered, you have a cyro vision

Keep reading under the cut!

It's finally that time of the year where the lakes of Mondstat freeze over for the refreshingly cold winter. Your cyro vision buzzes happily at your hip as you surround yourself with your element. If it weren't for your doting partner you most likely would be wearing similar things to what you would wear in the summer. The cold breeze and soft crunches of snow is what truly makes you feel at ease.

Your partner on the other hand? He's not doing so hot. Which is ironic considering he has a pyro vision strapped to his own hip. Diluc only wears an extra layer of fluff under his normal clothes, but the chattering of teeth and hot aura around him tells you that the extra fluff really doesn't help. If Diluc didn't have to leave the Dawn over the winter, he would not. But he can't say no to you as you ask him to come out and skate with you for the billionth time.

"Diluc baby, you're going to have to stop using your vision otherwise you'll melt the ice" you tell him gesturing to the small patch of thawed snow beneath his feet. The man huffs a little and pouts as he stops covering himself with the warmth of his element. "Okay now take my hand" you tell him offering your hand out to him. He hesitates.

"What if I fall?" he asks hovering his hand a few inches above yours. You smile warmly at him.

"If you fall I'll help you up and kiss you better" you reply waiting for your partner to close the space between your hands.

"That doesn't sound too bad" he says lightly before connecting your hands with his. You smile at him again and lead him off of the snow and onto the ice.

You spend the next half hour with Diluc holding tightly onto your arm as you talk him through the movements of how to skate. And before he knows it he's getting onto his own two feet and wobbly skating about the pond. As he stumbles on the ice you hum happily while skating about the pond. You briefly notice Diluc stop skating and attempting to hold his balance in attempt to watch you gracefully glide about the area. You stop skating in front of Diluc a smile upon your face.

"You look so in your element" he tells you reaching out and taking your hand. One of those rare, lovesick smiles rest happily on his face. You smile at him and squeeze his hand.

"Ironic that" you jest the feeling of your cyro vision pulses happily at its mention, "I'm so happy that you came out with me today" you tell him with a peck on the cheek. Diluc nods and squeezes your hand again.

"Me too, seeing you so happy makes me feel all fuzzy" he confesses moving his arms around you slow enough for his body to not slip on the ice so eventually he does embrace you. You giggle at him and pepper his face with kisses. Dilucs face goes red in embarrassment from your love and his confession.

"You're too cute" you tell him between kisses "C'mon lets get you inside and warmed up okay babe?" you ask slowly breaking the hug and leading him back inside.

The two of you huddle up on the couch in front of the fire, Diluc's face is happily buried in your hair. You feel Diluc's lips upturn in a smile as you tell him about the skating competitions you've been to, the time you taught the younger kids in your village how to skate.

You recount the year you received your vision, leaving out the more angsty details, you tell Diluc about how the vision reignited your love for the ice. So much so you often found yourself freezing small ponds just to skate.

If you could share more winters with Diluc just for the skating and the cosying up with him you would.

And hopefully you can.

yeah!!! there’s so much potential, so many directions it can be taken!

i especially enjoy when it’s the powerful character pursuing the normal civilian one, who is... totally unimpressed by their status/abilities/etc.

or when the powerful character was raised in/is used to luxury bc of their status, and has no idea how things work for the average person and the civilian has to teach them. like, someone who has always had a personal chef trying to figure out how to use a microwave and their s/o is laughing & in tears in the background hehehe

and of course all the various situations where the average one gets in trouble/hurt and the powerful one has to rescue them!! classic

Anyone else have an unpopular love for "powerful character x civilian reader"?

It's just

So soft cmon

- ein

May I request bucciarati gang headcanons with a female s/o that is a maladaptive daydreamer which also makes it hard for them to focus? I'm like this and I noticed that I daydream much more often when my family's fighting again and I feel lonely and sad, because nothing's more comforting than feeling loved and comforted by somebody—even if they were not even real. I also sometimes talk out loud to myself during my daydreams and make expressions. This just got a little creepy...I'm really sorry.

Hey, daydreamers gotta look out for each other, right?

It's okay to have a bubble to escape reality, my beautiful gangster.

Bucci gang w/ a daydreaming S/O.

Bucciarati:

It's a bit of another stress for him.

But that's just because he's scared to lose you if you don't focus on the missions or don't listen to instructions properly.

When you're all together and he sees you stay in your corner, staring off into the distance, he just comes up to you.

He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head gently. He knows what you're thinking of.

"We're your family now, you don't have to think about the past anymore, amore."

He makes you feel so loved and so at home, you feel like a new life began for you.

Will be touchy with you if needed and his touches are so gentle and tingly, it makes you crave his presence and you immediately focus on him.

"Eyes on me, carina. Listen to my voice."

Yes capo.

He never judges you, no matter how much you feel like a weirdo. Still, he is a bit of a tease about it.

"Are you perhaps dreaming about me~? Now, don't be shy I'm just teasing you."

Abbachio:

Surprisingly, he was a lot like this too.

Before he met Bruno, he was still tormented by the memories of his partner, and he still is to this day.

He realizes very soon that it may be a sign of PTSD and he wants to help you recover.

There's only so much he can do, but he's very down to earth, and know to bring you back the moment he notices that dull, dazed look on your face.

"Snap out of it, Y/N. You're with me."

Has convinced Bucciarati to let him be your designated partner.

Is always open to talk about what's making you feel so blue over a glass of wine, or any drink of your choice.

You get into a dissociative state and he doesn't waste any second putting his headphones on your ears, pulling you close.

You're pleasantly surprised to hear some alternative Rock music that's neither too aggressive, nor too soft.

Abbachio is a big comforting figure for you and he makes you feel understood.

Giorno:

When he learns about it, he is so intrigued.

He can be a bit dreamy too, but he's impressed by how easy and quickly you get out of focus.

He knows it can be dangerous on missions, so he tries to do something to make sure you keep your head in the game.

"Hold my hand and don't let go, Y/N."

He gives your hand gentle squeezes and if you don't squeeze back, he just squeezes harder.

He sees you frown and pout when you dream of something that is upsetting you and he makes flowers pop out in front of you.

He loves it when you jump and flinch, especially if you were talking softly to yourself.

"I love that distraught look on your face. It's adorable."

May or may not prank you by putting spiders and snails over your hands to wake you up.

He apologizes right after, but he still keeps on doing it.

Braids your hair until you wake up, surprised when your hair is a mess of african braids bundles and twists.

Mista:

Super fun about it.

He knows it can be serious, but he is a big jokester about it.

Everytime he sees you don't pay attention anymore

"WE'RE LOSING HER, WE'RE LOSING HER, STAY WITH ME Y/N DON'T GO TO THE LIGHT. DON'T. GO. TO THE LIGHT!!!"

He is so stupid it makes you laugh and forget what you were even dreaming about.

If he's not there, Count on the pistols to come harass you and snap you out of it, because at this point, you might as well be their mom.

He lends you his gun and makes you practice shooting.

He swears it's to help you learn to focus on the target and stay still!

But that's probably an excuse to come behind you and hold you close to his body as he corrects your stance.

"Hmm? You know you shouldn't be so absent-minded around a man. Who knows what I might do to yo-owowow!! I WAS JOKING STOP HITTING ME OW-!"

True to his words. Will, and has kissed you when you expect it the least.

Narancia:

This boy won't ever leave you alone.

If he ever sees you distancing yourself from the group and look all gloomy, he will DRAG you to them, whether you want it or not.

Loneliness? With Narancia? Don't even dream about it.

"Huehuehue, get it??!! “Dream” ! Krrrrkrkkr Pffftt!! Hahaha!!! I'm so damn HILARIOUS!"

He is always finding new ways to stimulate you so you don't start dreaming off and lose focus.

You start looking off to somewhere and he immediately grabs your arm, telling you to rate his rapping skills or whatever.

"Hey Y/N, you want me to teach you a super cool choregraphy?! It's called Torture dance, check this out!"

He just won't shut up and comes right up into your face obnoxiously.

"Pay attention to meeeee!"

May not fully grasp the extent of your struggle, but he definitely wants to take advantage of it to cheer you up and make you forget.

Sometimes he leans against you and joins you in, cuddling mindlessly with you, dreaming in each other's arms.

Fugo:

At first he is so infuriated and frustrated with you.

Why wouldn't you just focus? You were even worse than Narancia!

But when he notices how solitary and quiet it makes you, he can't help but relate.

He doesn't know what to do, but he is a good teacher and he will make sure his students focus.

He may be a bit harsh on you sometimes, but inside he is so curious.

You are such an enigma to him, he wants you to share all the secrets lying in the depth of your mind.

You show him a bright smile, sheepishly telling him to repeat what he said, but he's just so desperate.

What's on your mind? What are you dreaming of? What lies beyond your silence? What could possibly be more important than the current mission?

He finds little exercices to train your brain into focusing more. He gives you puzzles to do and makes sure you don't give up trying.

He grabs your face and makes you look into his eyes. He doesn't let go until you get flustered and blushy. But he's proud that you're making progress.

"You actually did it, I'm... Impressed..."

If you complete a task without losing focus, who knows, he might reward you...

Trish:

When you tell her you tend to doze off into daydreams, she can't help but wonder.

"Creative people and artists are big daydreamers! What's your thing, bella?"

Asks you if you draw, or dance, play music or anything creative, and if you do, she absolutely wants to see your work!

May join you with singing if you do something related to music.

She teases you a bit when she notices you're not focused and start making expressions.

If you start mumbling, she leans in close to listen to you, and joins in the 'conversation'.

"Girl, same. I agree, hmm. Hmm. Ugh, I know, right? Hate when that happens."

She doesn't even know what she's even agreeing or responding to, but just looking at your confused expression afterwards is a sight to behold to her.

If you happen to smile in your daydreams, she's in heaven. You just look so cute when you lose yourself, she wants to snap 20 pictures.

She comes up from behind you and softly blows on your ear to see your reactions and you surely don't disappoint.

"Aww you're blushing like a little rose!"

AU where everyone wears crocks except kirishima

Diluc x Chaotic! Baker! Reader

"What're you doing?"

"Mind your fucking business, fire pubes!"

Diluc had awoken late into the night to hear banging all the way from the kitchen. It was so late that all of the maids had retired to bed. So why were you up? In the kitchen with a bunch if pots?

"It's sad boi hours!"

Ah, that's why. Diluc is no stranger to your late-night intrusive thoughts, but coming to the kitchen to bake is new.

"And so you're making a cake?" He asked, crossing his arms and gazing at the mess of batter, eggs, mixing spoons, and bowls.

"It's better than jumping off a cliff, isn't it?" You retorted. Lack of sleep and frenzied emotions making you a bit more snappy than your usual self.

"I can't say eating away your feelings is a good idea either, but it is a significant step up," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, freed from its usual ponytail. "Well, do you want some help? Or perhaps some company?"

"Yes."

Diluc hummed, a slight smile as he made his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you mixed the cake batter. He knew you would talk about what was bothering you when you were ready. Sometimes you didn't talk about it at all. He didn't care as long as you never hurt yourself and did the correct things to make yourself feel better.

"It's like a reward," you mumbled. "I work through things and I get a treat."

"And cupcakes is your treat for today?" Diluc questioned, eyeing the bake pan already prepped with liners.

"Black cupcakes," you corrected, adding food dye. "It's like I'm eating my bad thoughts, making sure that they don't hurt me anymore."

"Well, that's actually a lovely way of putting it." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, drowsiness starting to take hold of him once again.

"Why don't you go back to bed," you tempted, feeling bad for waking him up.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, starting to sway your bodied to a silent rythm. "I like you too much to just go to bed alone."

Wow, being tired sure did bring out a softer side of Diluc. You unwrapped his arms from your waist to put the newly poured cupcakes into the oven, taking the previous batch out.

"Say," you started, turning towards the man of your dreams, seeing him watch you while he leaned against the counter. "I sure have made a lot of cupcakes... Do you think you'd be willing to give them away at Angel's Share?"

Diluc smiled softly, "Sure. If there's one thing drunks enjoy other than alcohol, it's food."

The rest of the baking seemed to go by quickly. Once Diluc came in, you stopped mixing batter, so once your final batch came out of the oven, you put them to the side and turned off the appliance.

"I'll decorate them in the morning," you announce, wiping your hands on a towel. "I've kept us both up for too long."

You took Diluc's hand, turning off the light, leading him out of the kitchen, and back up to your room. Snuggling back under the covers, you got comfy up against your lover, looking up at his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

"Yea," you smiled. "I might bake more often, not just to distract myself. It's really fun."

"And messy," he teased, scrunching up his nose with a silly smile.

"So I'm not the cleanest. You still love me."

"I do, very much so."

He leaned in and placed a gentle peck against your lips. You two then hunkered down once more for the night.

The next day, while tired from your late-night escapade, fulfilled your promise of decorating your cupcakes, while Diluc fulfilled his own by taking your creations to his tavern, leaving some for you and the help. Many of his patrons were overjoyed at the baked goods and even more excited at the fact that they were free. When asked why, he simply said they were a gift to his customers from his partner.

After that, you got more into baking and started doing it as a hobby. Eventually with how often and how much you made each time, Diluc suggested partnering with him, selling your goods at his tavern or even opening up a small kiosk in the city. In the end you turned that idea down, saying that you enjoy making people full and happy, their smiles more than enough payment. Of course, Diluc rolled his eyes at that, but didn't pressure you to sell anything.

Totally not at all inspired by the fact that i baked cupcakes at 1 am because of sad boi hours

And no they weren't good

But god what i wouldnt give to be a little bakery bitch with a wine tycoon for a boyfriend

-mod ein

me, reading all the poly puppyboy thirst on my dash rn: "sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me!" jkjk but imagine getting them cute little collars with their name & yours on the tags. hearing the tags jingle as they fuck you. putting them on leashes & yanking a little when they get too close to cumming without your permission. them whining and collapsing on your chest from the edging while the others watch & wait for their turn with their master, pawing at the tent in their pants. oof. 🥵

I’m gonna need y’all to stop making me thirstier than the Sahara desert. It’s not good for my heart- /j

A readmore bc this got kind of long-

The collars,,, THE TAGS,,, Such a delicious idea. Imagine having the collars, tags, leashes and everything custom made from the finest leather in Fontaine, imported just for your sweet boys. When you present the gifts to them, Gorou is all too happy to put it on them and there, though Razor and Cyno need some convincing. But as soon as you make puppy eyes at them and say “Don’t you want to be my good boys, though?”, they’re hooked.

They already had trouble waiting for their turns before, but now, with the addition of jingling tags that stake your claim in them, and the feel of their collars firmly surrounding their necks, being tugged every which way by you willingly? Oh, they’ve never been more impatient and turned on in their lives.

Razor cums so, so early, and nearly cries when he does because he just wanted to be a good boy for you!! It’ll take some comforting to get him back up to speed and ready to go again.

Cyno finds himself oddly turned on by this- He didn’t think he’d be much into it, but as soon as you grab him by the collar and yank him down to your face, fingers idly playing with the tag, he can’t help but think this was such a good idea.

Gorou eagerly plays the part of your doting puppy. He wants to be rewarded, so he’s even more obedient when you ask him if he wants to go for a “walk” around the room. He takes anything you give him- even if that ends up being humping your leg as his only means of cumming that night.

By the end of the night, which really just turns out to be almost dawn, all three are exhausted and satisfied. Razor is subconsciously pawing at his collar as he sleeps, and Gorou is curled up at the foot of the bed with his tail wagging. Cyno has never looked so content, even in his sleep, before.

You wondered what their reactions would be when the next three collars come in from Fontaine next month.