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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months

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Just like how kalim embodies scarabia's mindfulness in his own way, how do you think other boys embodies their respective dorms spirit?

For the sake of ease and consistency, I will be using the official TWST localization's terms for each dorm's core value.

Please note: these are my personal interpretations; even the definitions of each dorm’s “spirit” is not explicitly defined within official TWST materials, so I’ll be running with my own definitions before covering each NRC student. Additionally, since I’ll be covering 22 characters in this post I may not have time to get into painstaking detail for each one.

***Main story spoilers (including late book 7) below the cut!!***

The Queen of Hearts' Spirit of Strictness

Literally speaking, strictness refers to following rules or beliefs exactly. There is rigid enforcement of these rules or beliefs, and very few, if any, exceptions or mercy granted.

Right off the bat, it’s easy to see how Riddle aligns with the spirit of strictness. He is the embodiment the law in Heartslabyul, serving as both judge and executioner to his students. Riddle insists that the rules—no matter how nonsensical—be followed, and he does not hesitate to unleash his wrath and collar those who step out of line. He is strictness itself. Beyond book 1, we do see Riddle trying to be more patient and flexible—however, the fact remains that he upholds rules and continues to have trouble with circumstances where he has to think independently or without a set of instructions to refer to.

Trey is known for frequently indulging others and behaving in a manner which some may call kind. The twist here is that Trey’s strictness is present in the “big brother” role he adopts when dealing with his peers. He’s generally more lenient than Riddle, but Trey often alludes to the fact that he shouldn’t be underestimated or thought of as a nice guy. There are moments when Trey gives others their comeuppance for misbehaving (such as in his dorm uniform vignettes, where he deprives first years of cake for complaining about his same-y baked goods). The thing is, most don’t see it coming because he’s typically so… nice. When he wants to be stern and put his foot down, he certainly can—it just isn’t something that happens a lot, since he’s more mild-mannered than his classmates.

Cater is strict with his public image, specifically how his peers view him. This is most obviously seen in his obsession with social media. He's constantly taking pictures and posting, being heavily involved on Magicam—a space where he can control the narrative about the type of person he is and the life he has. Cater keeps up this front in real life as well, acting cheery and sociable with his classmates while masking a far less motivated and sad side to his character. (This is implied in his Lab Wear vignettes, where a mandrake he infuses with his own magic becomes gloomy and huddles into itself.) There are occasions when Cater expresses that he is lonely or that he wishes he had more friends growing up, but he never fully opens up about his true nature. He strictly keeps that part of himself locked up tight and is seemingly afraid of what others would think of that persona.

Like Cater, Deuce is strict with himself. In Deuce's case, this arises from a past of delinquency and the desire to reform and to be an honors student that his mom can be proud of. Because of these goals, Deuce tries very hard to excel in class (but often falls short) and to behave in a way that he believes honors students would. This means changing the way he looks (he let his natural hair color come back in; it used to be bleached blonde), the way he speaks (not using foul language), the way he dresses, and, most importantly, the way he acts. Of course, his temper gets the best of him at times and his delinquent self bubbles back up (like in book 1 when the eggs were ruined), and Deuce is currently working on better repressing that.

Ace is probably the most carefree and the least stereotypically "strict" of the Heartslabyul group. Instead of having a focus on enforcing rules, Ace is usually the one breaking or defying them. How, then, does he embody the Queen of Hearts' spirit of strictness? I believe it comes through in some of Ace's most iconic scenes: the ones where he is calling others out on their bull crap. Time and time again, it's Ace that is bluntly telling others what they're doing or saying is hypocritical or wrong, or that they haven't truly taken accountability. He does this no matter who he is facing, be that his own dorm leader (book 1), an undead bride (Ghost Marriage), or Malleus Draconia himself (Endless Halloween Night). Ace has his own set of morals and beliefs, and he speaks them loud and clear without imposing as harshly as Riddle does.

The King of Beasts' Spirit of Persistence

Persistence is when one continues their course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. In other words, there is an obstacle in the way of achieving a goal, and one persists in the face of that obstacle.

Leona is a somewhat strange case to make for persistence because initially he comes off as a very lazy character. We quickly learn that though he appears unmotivated, he’s comfortable scheming and thinking multiple steps ahead to cut out difficult or unnecessary work. There’s no doubt that Leona has had a challenging childhood, feeling like he was always being compared to his brother and never recognized for his own talents. We feel the effects of Leona losing this hope as late as book 6, when Leona says that Jamil is capable of change, unlike himself. Some fans even speculate that Leona’s dialogue implies he has fallen into depression as a result of frequently being dismissed and put down in spite of his efforts to be seen. Even when Leona is dealing with such trauma, he cooks up a plot to return his dorm to glory and to support its future. He, the lowly second born prince, wants to prove himself and his team of misfits, as being worthy of respect and admiration. When the plans fall through, Leona is quick to give up (which seems to go against the idea of Savanaclaw’s persistence). However, I would say this is part of his character growth in book 2. Later in the main story, Leona also throws in the towel quickly—but it doesn’t contradict his development; he knows when to strategically retreat in book 6.

Ruggie comes from an extremely impoverished background. He has had perhaps the least “cushy” life out of the entire NRC cast. Even so, Ruggie was able to study and work hard enough to earn decent grades, get multiple part-time jobs, and pick up many useful survival skills. He’s street smart and knows that what he lacks in strength he can make up for by sticking to someone who is strong (Leona). (Their relationship is mutually beneficial!!) Ruggie knows that just having money isn’t sustainable in the long run, so he’s hauling ass now to make something of not only himself, but also for all the people in the slums.

Jack embodies persistence through the events of book 2. At first, Jack tries to get Leona to see reason by letting him know that he genuinely is a figure Jack admires. He’s put in a moral dilemma when Leona argues that even if they play dirty, he has good intentions. If Jack interferes, he is messing with the future job prospects of his dorm members. Jack wrestles with the question before ultimately coming to the conclusion that he has to tell others about it—and, what’s more, put his own pride as a lone wolf aside to confront Leona and stop to his machinations.

The Sea Witch's Spirit of Benevolence

Benevolence may refer to meaning well or general kindness and compassion. It involves a willingness to help others and caring for them.

Azul, being at the head of the operations at Octavinelle, passes himself off as a benevolent man who will listen to your woes and grant your wishes. In fact, he does—but at a price. The shady ring he’s running is NOT wholly benevolent; the deals can definitely come across as malevolent in book 3 (when Azul wrote the contracts in such a way that the loopholes could fuck clients over). The deals themselves (assuming no foul play), however, are neutral since both parties agree to the terms. Contracts are written with the idea that they will benefit the clients. And Azul is, of course, also seeking out benefits for himself, as that is the nature of business dealings.

Jade represents a kind of benevolence associated with acts of service. He’s Azul’s right-hand man and information broker—furthermore, much of how Jade presents himself alludes to being a butler or some other supportive role. Jade just generally behaves in a way which benefits others. He acts demure and servile, then uses the trust he has gained through service to ply what he wants out of others. Jade does it so sweetly and so expertly that his prey don’t usually notice, or willfully overlook it, being far too impressed by his abilities to fixate on his ulterior motives. This strategy works even on notoriously stern individuals such as Vil (Jade Dorm Uniform vignettes).

Floyd gives “free hugs” :) is… well, ironically, the “kindest” of the trio in a weird way. While this is highly dependent on his mood, the fact of the matter is that Floyd is the easiest to read in terms of “telegraphing” his actions. If he’s in a bad mood, he usually will not hide it. You know what you’re signing up for as soon as you see him. He also typically doesn’t put forth an effort to manipulate or to scheme like Azul or Jade would; Floyd would prefer to be direct and get it over with already. That, in a sense, is the mercy that he offers: something swift and plain to see.

The Sorcerer of the Sands' Spirit of Mindfulness

Mindfulness is a state of being aware of oneself and the present moment. A mindful individual can aknowledge and accept one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations. Mindfulness may also extend to being aware of others and perceiving their own states of being.

Kalim is not viewed as the most intelligent or crafty of leaders, but where he shines is in his ability to welcome and to bond with his dorm mates. His emotional intelligence is extremely high, which proves itself to be a useful skill in getting to know others and to earn their trust. Kalim has made a name for himself in Scarabia because he is always there to listen and lend a helping hand to his dormmates. He is unabashedly open about his own emotions too, crying when he is sad and trying hard when he is frustrated or dissatisfied. He often asks to know what is wrong when he senses upset within his classmates and wants to do what he can to rectify those situations. This is peak mindfulness--not only is Kalim acutely aware of his own emotional state, but he's also pretty consistent with sensing those in others (the one big exception here, of course, is Jamil). Sometimes Kalim can be blindsided by his own blind faith in others or his overeagerness causing him to blurt things out unintentionally. He's definitely not perfect in this regard--however, there's plenty of room and willingness to grow and to learn (something which Kalim has expressed both in book 5 and in birthday vignettes).

Jamil more readily fits in with a less savory interpretation of mindfulness. He thinks ahead and uses what he knows of others to manipulate them or put himself in an advantageous position. This notably occurs in book 4 (when Jamil plans to use the feedback of Yuu and the Scarabia members to dethrone Kalim), as well as in events (like Beans Day, where he plans to entrap Kalim when Kalim cooks a fragrant lunch that Jamil purposefully packed for him). He uses what he notices or knows about others (Azul’s shadiness, rumors about Lilia being a bad cook) to avoid interactions which could be less than beneficial to him. Jamil’s main fault is that he fails to recognize people’s strengths (something which Leona calls him out for in book 6), and instead focuses mainly on their weaknesses, shortcomings, and how those could be exploited (mostly because he’s in a position where he cannot outright act in certain ways without suffering some consequences). Jamil is aware of these potential consequences and finds or plans workarounds for them. However, he is also mindful in a more conventional sense too. He’s usually the competent one in Scarabia’s leadership and fulfills the organizational tasks that Kalim doesn’t. The duo is like sun and moon; they balance each other out.

The Beautiful Queen's Spirit of Tenacity

Simply put, tenacity is determination and endurance. One is persistent in maintaining, adhering to, or seeking something valued or desired. Each of the members of Pomefiore knows what they want, and they are stubborn in their pursuit of it.

Vil makes it clear in book 5 that he wants to win VDC/SDC, thereby proving to himself and to the world that he is capable of more than playing the part of a “villain”. He already had high standards for himself prior to book 5 (exercising, doing skincare, maintaining a healthy diet, etc.), but you can see how single minded Vil is toward this one goal. He drives his team members hard and even cancels a major job offer from his manager so he can dedicate all his time and energy into seizing the win. And how many times has Vil lost in the past??? Countless, I bet. Yet here he is, trying again and again, even when he knows that happy endings aren’t guaranteed and his efforts may not bear fruit after all.

Rook pursues any and all things beautiful!! He used to just be content admiring beauty, but with Vil’s prompting, Rook soon also found value in beautifying himself. It means Rook can also put beauty out into the world, and helps him better appreciate other works of art. This man is infamous around campus for his… admittedly creepy and unnerving habits. He follows people around, documents them in photographs, memorizes their personal details, etc. His keen eye has also earned him praise though—Vil can comfortably rely on him for honest feedback, and Neige recognizes him as a dedicated member of his fan club. Rook is nothing if not determined and dedicated to his craft.

Epel is tenacious too, but in a way that Vil would not approve of in all circumstances. Epel is stubborn in his thinking and refuses to let go of his hometown roots. He’s very proud of where he comes from, so he puts up a fight with Vil when Vil demands that Epel address his upperclassmen more politely. Epel sees the command as a threat to himself, and a challenge to the hometown he loves. Additionally, it takes Epel a while to reevaluate his deeply ingrained views on gender norms. He’s all-around very strong-headed!

The King of the Underworld's Spirit of Diligence

Diligence is when one is involved in careful and persistent work or effort. This principle generally governs all of STYX, the blot research organization operated by the Shroud family. Their job is a thankless one—they do such important work, yet it isn’t recognized by the general public due to STYX’s secretive nature.

Idia, as the temporary acting director of STYX in book 6, gets involved in their research. There’s many Phantoms kept in the STYX facility, so there are many safety precautions in place and care taken to ensure no one is harmed. (Ironically, it was Idia’s lack of diligence that led to Ortho’s passing.) Outside of book 6, one can say that Idia has a diligent personality, at least when it comes to his hyperfixations. He becomes dedicated to media that captures his interests to the point where it actually incentivizes him to leave his room (Ghost Marriage) and overcome his meek stutter to speak confidently and lecture people (first Halloween event, his Dorm Uniform vignettes, etc.).

I believe Ortho is diligent in being Idia’s emotional support both before and after Ortho is officially recognized as a separate student. He cheers Idia on and encourages him to touch grass socialize, wishing nothing but the best for his big brother! Ortho wasn’t always like this either; he used to be quite stiff and monotone, and had to learn how to emulate emotions by carefully observing and absorbing media. His motivation in book 6 is also fueled by diligence—Ortho worries about what he can do to support Idia’s wishes, and this is ultimately what drives him to taking over STYX and unleashing the Phantoms. Then, in Fairy Gala: What If, Ortho stubbornly tries to come up with his own ideas regarding the theme of evolution rather than rely on others for answers. He works hard to developing his own concept and is able to put on a show-stopping performance with it!

The Thorn Fairy's Spirit of Nobility

To be noble can refer to strength of character, mind, and/or literal position, birth, rank, or social status. No matter which definition you go with, I think they could all apply to the members of Diasomnia.

Regarding noble status, Malleus and Silver are both princes. Lilia and Sebek may not be nobles themselves, but they (in addition to Silver) serve royalty and have close personal connections to people in high places, be it via friends or via family. Diasomnia is very well-connected.

Beyond superficial nobility, one can say that those in Diasomnia are noble in character as well. To begin with, Lilia has sacrificed himself for his country on multiple occasions. This isn’t limited to going to battle, but also ferrying his princess’s egg to safety, traveling the world for knowledge on dragon eggs, and going so far as to give up his own life force to hatch Malleus. And what does Lilia get for all of this? Banished from the capital, screamed at, shunned—all because he is a nobody, a bat of no status. Despite this, Lilia does not become bitter nor hateful, he instead opens his heart and mind to the world and seeks to instill others with the same wisdom. Through all the tragedies he suffered, Lilia rose stronger than ever rather than sinking to the same levels as the narrow minded senators that rebuked him.

Silver is, perhaps, the most overtly noble in character. He extols the virtues of listening and getting along with others, often serving as the peacemaker between parties (typically between Sebek and their peers, but we’ve also seen Silver smoothing things out between all of NRC and diurnal fae). He also assumes the best of others and is ready to leap into action to protect them at a moment’s notice. His kind and gentle nature attracts many forest animals to him, who can likely sense the purity of Silver’s heart.

Sebek’s brand of nobility isn’t geared at others in general but rather is pinpointed on one person (that being Malleus). He is noble in the sense that he dedicates himself to his prince. It’s no secret that practically everything Sebek does is to “live up” to perceived standards so as to not shame Malleus or the Draconia royal family—from doing well academically to dressing neatly and throwing himself into training… Sebek’s passion and eagerness is what makes him stand out. It could also be said that he fiercely defends his friends and those who have earned his respect (albeit maybe not worded in the most tactful ways). That, too, in a sense, is honorable.

Finally, we have Malleus. What can be said about him that hasn’t already been said? He is the prince of a nation, so there are many people looking to him for leadership. As such, Malleus must always conduct himself in a manner that puts his country’s best face forward and expects the same of others. Indeed, he reprimands Sebek for behaving in poor taste and instructs him to apologize to Leona, the prince of another nation. However, what is most telling about Malleus is his impetus for Overblotting. He deludes himself into thinking “this is what is best for everyone”. In his mind, he frames forcing everyone into dream states so they can stay forever and have their happily ever afters as the “good” and “noble” thing to do. He’s definitely not doing this for himself, he argues, it’s a gift for everyone. And throughout book 7, Malleus tries to gaslight others into this belief too 💀 when bro’s already convinced himself of this and refuses to see otherwise—

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hvly · 11 months

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No, cause let’s talk about the virgins tired of being virgins.

My personal favorite is that Oikawa has never gotten any type of close with a girl because of the sheer amount of bitches he has around him

(Also, I stumbled across your blog and I think I’m in love??? Please say you’re not taken 👏🏼)

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ 🗣️ : anon, babe, forgive me for getting to this so astronomically late. BUT now that I'm here, let's talk about it 🤭 Oikawa is a hoe in theory, not practice. And I am more than happy to elaborate.

ᴄᴡ: virginity loss (male), afab reader, light praise. not proofread so be nice.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1k+

Humor me for a minute. Imagine what it'd be like to take THE Tooru Oikawa’s virginity. To be his first, if you will. He'd try to be really smooth about it. Using his flirtatious nature to cover up the fact that he's inexperienced when it comes to being intimate. And who, honestly, would doubt or question his validity?

The volleyball player is far from short on potential sexual partners. Throngs of fangirls practically throw themselves at his feet, hoping to land on his radar for just one chance. And like any good idol, he gives his adoring fans what they wish and pray for.

Pandering to his female fans by addressing them as “his girls”, giving hugs instead of handshakes at fan meet-ups, and playful flirty banter to appear more personal and within reach. No one who’s ever interacted with him would get the impression that he’s a “virgin”.

To say he had you fooled would be quite the understatement. And to say you were pleasantly surprised to be the one to find out would be an even greater one.

You stare down at where your bodies would soon connect, your hand gently leading his member to align with your entrance. Oikawa's bangs tickled your forehead as he watched, his breaths gradually getting shorter out of what you could only assume was anticipation. “Are you ready?” you ask, looking up at the brunette through your lashes.

He nods slightly, breathing out an airy ‘yes’. You felt your heart skip in your chest, the way he answered catching you off guard. It felt surreal guiding the reputed womanizer through his first time and seeing him like this. Meek, breathless, desperate. How lucky you were to have this opportunity.

“Okay,” you whisper, taking a deep breath before leading his cock into your welcoming walls, using your legs to gradually pull him in. Oikawa inhales sharply from the new sensation, quietly muttering to himself as he sinks inch by inch into you.

You lay still when Oikawa bottoms out, allowing him a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “How does it feel?” you ask, your hands coming up to cup his face. His cheeks were warm in the palm of your hands, ears hot against the pads of your fingers. He’s breathy when he responds, brown eyes misty as he looks at you. “Good...Really good,” he mutters, his collarbone peaking through with each breath he took. “Can I?” he paused, voice breathy and barely above a whisper, afraid to appear too eager. He looks like he’s close to tears, eyes glassy against his flushed skin. You peered back into those warm eyes, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks as you nodded.

Oikawa swallows and fixes his hands to your hips. You felt him move backward, his cock dragging against your walls. He starts slowly, his hips rocking in a steady back-and-forth motion. Soft groans and hushed curses sounded from the boy as he relaxed, less rigid and more confident.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lip caught between your teeth as you let Oikawa use your cunt to find a comfortable pace he could build on. Gradually, his movements quickened. His thrusts became less tentative and more precise, hitting faster and deeper every time his hips connected with yours. You gasped quietly, your eyes snapping open upon Oikawa’s (frankly unexpected) new pace.

Your breaths start to quicken as pleasure slowly builds in your core. “Yeah, keep going,” you moan. Oikawa huffs out some sort of acknowledgment as he continues to drill into your tight walls. You vocalized your pleasure loudly, praising the brunette for how well he was doing. And in such a short amount of time for someone who claimed they were inexperienced.

For a moment, you wondered if the pro volleyball player was lying about his virginity. Maybe he was using it as a type of ploy to garner sympathy from his fans.

But the thought went as soon as it came. Your attention was brought back with a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, your hips bucking in response. You gasped before it was quickly replaced with a loud moan, your hands gripping the pillows behind you. Oikawa groans above you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hip.

Any timidity that he previously had was now long gone. He thrust into you with a new found confidence. Or maybe it was just pure lust and pleasure that drove him. You went into this fully expecting not to orgasm, but the virgin boy proved not to be underestimated.

You couldn’t help but rain praises down on the brunette, his performance truly commendable.. ‘Yes ! Just like that’ and ‘You’re doing so good’ falling freely from your lips as the coil in your abdomen steadily wound up. Oikawa threw his head back with a loud moan before looking back at you with hazy chocolate eyes. “Gonna cum…Fuck, I’m cumming,” he manages to choke out, squeezing his eyes shut as he nears his end. You moan in time with his frantic thrusts, yeses ringing throughout the room like a mantra.

His cock twitched with such intensity you swore you could feel every vein on his cock, even through the latex barrier he wore. You reach climax first, your cunt fluttering around Oikawa. He pumped into your walls once, twice, three times before his hips suddenly stilled. Oikawa gasped loudly, an equally loud and drawn out moan filling in any possible silence within the room. You felt his load steadily fill the condom, the faintest traces of warmth within your walls. Every twitch of his cock added to the feeling of (technical) fullness, and you were almost certain that he’d spill out of it if he kept cumming like this.

Oikawa collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding against your shoulder. You smiled a bit, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair. He chuckled breathlessly, propping himself up to look at you.

“So,” he smiled, a smirk tugging on his features, “Did I earn the title of womanizer?” Oikawa’s expression was light and playful, not taking himself too seriously and well aware of his reputation as a “lady-killer”. You giggled, shaking your head lightly.

“Almost. Still gotta teach you a few things before then.”

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baeshijima · 2 years

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— only under the rain do we shine

just some instances wherein you’re caught under a sudden downpour and you find yourself joined by the company of a familiar man.

INCLUDES : alhaitham ; dainsleif ; diluc ; zhongli

reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

A/N : *gasp* sophie writing smth in canon timeline rather than an au ??? :shocked_pikachu_face: (blatantly ignores dains part while typing this haha,,,) i just love me some rainy (kinda) romantic moments ;w;;

likes and REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

— alhaitham : kissing in the rain

“are you looking to catch a cold?”

“i’m not cold,” you huff out in response to alhaitham’s remark. “i’m feeling rather warm, actually.”

he blankly eyes your drenched form with scrutiny, and you fight the urge to shiver from the water droplets landing along the back of your neck. it’s not your fault the rain decided to pour when you decided to take a stroll! curse the weather and its unpredictable changes.

he gives a low hum after a few seconds of silence. “then why are your lips trembling?”

“i was just so excited to see you that my lips started to tremble— ack!”

the scribe stares blankly at you once more as he watches you try to rapidly blink away the raindrop that landed in your eye. he takes a brief glance at the downpour steadily increasing in strength before sighing to himself and stepping closer to you, lifting part of his cape to shield you from further onslaughts.

alhaitham had always thought rationality was the best and most efficient course of action. why should one prioritise fleeting emotions over sound evidence and logic? it never made sense to him, and he always thought it would simply stay that way.

well, keyword being “thought”, that is.

had he been told in advance that all sense of rationality would be promptly tossed aside when matters concerning you arose, he would’ve simply ignored that person and walked away. as much as he enjoys listening to others’ viewpoints and thoughts, some things are too illogical and farfetched.

but now he’s become a victim of irrationality and it’s all your fault. whether it’s the accumulation of time he’s spent with you that sparked this unyielding fondness or your terribly reckless habit of acting without much thought beforehand that makes him want to grovel, he doesn’t know. it’s simply a mystery to him how you’ve managed to weasel your way into his heart and plague his mind without much effort.

was it a year ago? no, it was longer than that. perhaps back in your student days? well, thinking back on it won’t change the irreversible. even when you smile at him like you are now, a sight to behold for his traitorous heart that only dares to pound so erratically when in your presence. even now the rain does little to deter him. in fact, it only seems to spiral him further, what with the way the raindrops drip off the contours of your face makes his mind shut down and fixate on the wet gleam along your lips.

ah. screw it.

in a deft movement he dips towards you, head angled and perfectly aligned with yours. something happens, and it’s only after his lips reluctantly part from yours do you realise what it was.

your lips tingle. is it from the kiss or is it from the heat steadily washing over you, the cold now drowned out?

“you’re warmer now.”

there’s something off about his tone — it’s filled with unspoken passion and void of his usual mechanical composure; almost as though he’s come to a groundbreaking revelation.

he stays close, lips barely a hair’s breadth away from yours. as much as you want to deny it, you can’t help but to agree with his statement. in fact, you’ve long-since forgotten the fact it was raining until now.

(mentally though, of course. you wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of you openly admitting the affect he has on you. even if he knows a bit too well. but you can just ignore that.)

“however,” he continues in a mutter, and you suddenly find yourself at his mercy as his hand takes hold of your cheek in a gentle caress. “i don’t think you’re quite warm enough.”

yeah, maybe it would be a good idea to stop here and get out of the rain before one of you actually catches a cold. but alhaitham has only ever experienced irrationality and impulsive desires when with you, and this time is no exception.

— dainsleif : seeking shelter from the rain

sidestep to the left. duck. parry. clang! step to the right. clack! raise your arm—!

a resounding thud echoes across the training grounds. you catch your breath on the ground as you watch your training sword skid across the dirt before coming to a stop at the edge of the ring.

“you’ve gotten better, [name],” dainsleif states with a smile. he leans down with one hand stretched out towards you, the other clutching his own training sword at his side.

you huff lightheartedly and accept his hand. “i’m still light years away from your level of skill, captain.”

“what matters is your improvement. don’t be comparing yourself to others.”

you roll your eyes and walk over to the benches, guzzling down the contents of your water bottle and wiping away the lingering sweat with a spare towel. how typical of him. i’ll compare myself as much as i want just to spite him.

“and don’t drink your water so quickly. you’ll choke—”

his reprimands are cut short when you interrupt him with a slew of coughs, your fist banging against your sternum. immediately, he panics. he rushes to your side and hovers over you for a second or two before patting your back in hopes of alleviating your discomfort.

you settle not a moment after, and he would be breathing a sigh of relief if not for the cunning glint in your expression. if he didn’t know any better, he wouldn’t believe you nearly lost to a bottle of water mere seconds ago.

“y’know, captain, you’re a really clumsy guy.”

“and whose fault do you think that is...” he finds himself muttering. it’s moments like these he’s glad you don’t hear him, for the embarrassment would be too much if you saw the opportune moment to tease him.

“hm? did you say something?” your only response is him turning away and downing his own water. isn’t that hypocritical of him? did he not just see what happened to you, or does he want to experience it that badly?? “uh, captain? shouldn’t you slow down there—” drip. “huh?”

a drop of water hits the tip of your nose. just as you’re about to squint up at the sky, you find yourself being pulled along to the nearest sheltered area in haste. unfortunately, the tree your captain pulled you to does little to avoid the downpour now ensuing, but it’s the thought that counts.

the rain persists and you can just about make out the blurry figures of your comrades running under cover somewhere far off. from what you can see, however, they seem to be having about the same luck as you both.

(you could’ve sworn you saw one knight nearly face-plant if it weren’t for the saving grace known as halfdan, who barely managed to catch him in time.)

with no end in sight you turn to your captain wringing the excess water from his gloves behind you, only for the words you were about to say dissipate at the tip of your tongue instead and a new sound replace it.

it wasn’t intentional, but the laugh that slips by your lips is good-natured all the same. with how the rain made your captain’s hair all flat and stuck to his face, it was impossible to not find the sight at least a little cute. and so without much thought you reach up, brushing away the damp strands from going into his eyes with such concentration that you miss the way his eyes widen and quiver, his body stiffening in place.

his throat runs dry at the close proximity, and he would feel embarrassed by the heat engulfing his body if not for his brain short-circuiting.

“there!” you grin, eyes closing in tandem with your widening smile, and the twilight sword finds himself at a loss once more when before you. “now your hair won’t obstruct your view!”

you’re right. he can see you clearer than before. though that holds little weight when the rest of the world always seems to blur together and leave only you to stand unaffected in the centre of it all — in the centre of his world.

(to hope for this time with you to last an eternity… is that such a selfish thought?)

— diluc : lending the other their jacket

crystalflies had always been a fascinating entity in your eyes. its existence was something akin to that from a fairy tale, though you suppose with the addition of visions and elemental lifeforms anything could be possible.

perhaps it’s the way they always seemed to flock to and hover over you ever since you were young, always keeping you company when you were on your own. people have always said they disliked human interaction, opting to flee when a certain perimeter is met. but you’ve never encountered such an issue — maybe they are the problem.

you blink at the crystalfly sat in your cupped hands, the anemo particles shimmering gently in the darkened rain.

well, they’re cute at least.

a weight abruptly drops itself atop your head and the crystalfly resting in your palms flutters away. from the warmth and scent alone you knew who the culprit and owner of the jacket was.

you turn your head to glance over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and a petty heart. “you didn’t have to scare away the crystalfly like that.”

the winery tycoon merely sighs at your accusatory tone. “i think preventing you from getting sick is more important than a crystalfly getting scared.”

“i’m strong!”

“say that again after remembering the incident from last time,” diluc instantly retorts.

at that you fall silent, a defeated pout settling upon recalling your bedridden week during the last heavy downpour. actually, scratch that, you don’t really want to remember.

(both the incessant pain and diluc’s worried-sick expressions... yeah. you’d rather forget that time.)

hugging the coat to also cover your body you glance up from your crouched form to inspect the expression the man has right now. aside from his usual nonchalant expression there’s a forlorn glaze in his eyes as he stares into something inconceivable to your eyes, but you can hazard a guess as to what it was that caused him to fall into this stupor. (it was raining heavily like this on that day, too, after all.)

“and what about you? what can your short sleeves do in this weather?” you take a jab, and it effectively snaps him out of his daze. unfortunately for you, however, he makes one back.

“i, at least, have plenty of body heat to keep me warm, so i’ll be fine.” you’re about to let out a protest, but he cuts in before you can ever open your mouth. “that’s why i gave you my jacket. is it not warm enough?”

you can’t deny it. it’s warm — too warm, almost. but it’s comforting nonetheless.

diluc’s eyes soften when you bury your face into the warmth of his coat. that familiar flutter of his heart soars once more, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to.

when he couldn’t find you within the manor he panicked, the dropping of his heart heavier than before. finding you crouched by the grapevines surrounded by crystalflies was no strange sight, but with the recent fluctuations of the weather it made him worry more. so he rushed, driven by the sight of you lying sick in his bed on a similar day to this to prevent you from being in such pain once more.

for you, who’s been by his side even through both his best and his worst, this is the very least he can do; diluc can only hope you accept his company into the unforeseeable future as well.

“come on, let’s go in. adelinde prepared dinner for us while you were out gallivanting in the rain.”

“wha— i was not gallivanting! the crystalflies called for me!”

“yes, yes. let’s hurry now or you really will get sick again.”

— zhongli : sharing an umbrella

liyue harbor always seems bustling, so much so that you can’t recall a time where it wasn’t throughout your years of living here. even when a steady downpour occurs, just like now.

“of course it’s just my luck the rain starts after i finish shopping,” you mumble. you’re grateful the shopkeeper lent you one of their spare umbrellas just as it started. if not for them you would’ve been sprinting through liyue’s streets just to get back home without too much damage done to your shopping.

well, life seems to enjoy spiting you.

a lonesome figure catches your eye amidst the rushing crowd, and it takes you a moment to realise it’s zhongli. you always thought of him to be rather otherworldly, but standing still in the middle of such a downpour is a whole new kind of, uh, otherworldly. can’t all be sane and good-looking, you suppose.

he’s someone you’ve come to worry about in the time you’ve known him (which, admittedly, isn’t all that long. it’s like he just appeared one day out of the blue and stayed ever since!). he’s rather wise and has a good head on his shoulders, but even so, there are moments where his expression shifts; like he knows something you shouldn’t even dare to dream of, or sees something far beyond your comprehension. there are times where even his shared stories and history lectures have an unspoken sense of experience.

in short, he’s an enigma. a bit of a weirdo sure, but not enough to the point you’d avoid him altogether.

and so it’s because of that very sentiment you’re changing course and heading towards him instead of the comfort of your home. can’t have one of the few good people you know catch a cold now, can you?

he’s lost in thought, zhongli is. the rain has minimal affect on him, the ongoing war raging constantly within his body being more detrimental than a few drops of rain. so really it’s easy for him to reminisce on days such as this — alone in dreary weather accompanied by a sombre mood... it’s practically the perfect setup.

idly, he wonders just how many rainy days such as this have gotten him so wistful. no, perhaps it would be best to not think too deeply on it and continue on his way.

a shadow hovers over him and he can no longer feel the dampness of the rain stain his clothes. he glances up — an umbrella? — and not a moment later does he turn, your narrowed gaze meeting his perplexed one.

“jeez, you’re such a handful.”

...he is?

with a sigh you take a step forward. zhongli blinks at the gesture, only noticing a second later your outstretched arm holding an umbrella between you both and connects the dots.

“there’s no need to worry about me,” he says, about to urge your umbrella back to shield you in your entirety. unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn.

“but you’ll get sick if you keep standing out here the way you were just now. we can just share.”

but i’m not a mortal like you, he wants to retort. he’s not like you, who can get sick without a moments notice. he’s not like you, who has only ever known life within the comforts of liyue harbor and its people. he’s not like you, whose blissfully radiant smile eases his weary soul. he’s not like you, who can effortlessly adapt to and understand human emotion. he’s not like you... you who deserves something meaningful in your fleeting lifespan.

he’s not like you, and you’re not like him. (oh, how he hopes you never have to face even a minuscule fraction of what he’s been through.)

it is only after your persistent stare does he eventually cave, a defeated smile resting helplessly on his lips at this situation.

“then allow me to at least hold the umbrella.”

and you beam at him in response, hugging your soggy shopping bag to your chest in delight.

“alright!”

he’s not like you, but maybe he can learn how to be while by your side.

(just for a moment, perhaps he can forget about the corrosion eating away at him. even if it’s as fleeting as the days that pass by.)

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qawcamiz · 11 months

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READER WITH A MESSY ROOMMATE, WHO'S VERY FLIRTY AS WELL, THEN THEY CAUGHT READER PLEASURING HERSELF WITH VIBRATOR OR ISKDKDKDD YOUR CHOICE !

WHAT A SIGHT !

warning: fem reader, sexual content, oral sex (reader receiving), masturbation, fingering (slight), dominant, etc.

characters: Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya, Heizou, & Itto

a/n: I just hc these characters to be a 'messy roommate', if you think they're the opposite, my bad ☹️☹️ This is js my opinion since the request said it can b anyone !!

"I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away."

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

This man behaves consistently with his lifestyle. He doesn't approach anything seriously and doesn't take the responsibility of tidying up his mess. He occasionally shows gratitude when you clean up after him, but the truth is that you do it for your benefit to keep the place organized.

Despite his laid-back and carefree attitude, he's the type of person who would always lend a helping hand. He may not be the tidiest person but he makes up for it by his generosity and thoughtfulness. He never hesitates to offer his assistance regardless of whether you explicitly ask for it or not. moreover, he's always there to provide emotional support when you're in distress, even if it means simply sitting with you in silence.

Besides, whenever he goes out, he takes the time to bring back something that he knows you'll enjoy. As a result, you reciprocate his motions by completing any tasks he asks of you and occasionally purchasing items that align with his interests. It all works out in the end and you get to know each other quite well.

He is dependable, always willing to lend a hand no matter the situation. You find it tough to reject him or deny his requests, as his genuine respect for others makes it evident that he always has their best interests at heart, regardless of the potential consequences he may face personally.

Although you find his behavior exhausting, you recognize that he is a naturally flirty and playful person and try to take everything with a grain of salt. However, there have been times when his behavior crosses boundaries and he tries to become intimate with you. In these instances, you assert yourself and push him away firmly, as you have had enough of his advances. Despite this, his apologies and genuine remorse for overstepping ensure that you don't stay furious at him for long.

He had just returned from the party he had previously told you about, and it was around midnight, at which point he assumed you'll be sleeping. As he approached your door, he could hear the distinctive sounds of your wails, as well as the loud buzzing of some sort. He leaned in closer to listen, and a smirk formed on his lips when he heard you moaning his name and pleading for 'more'. He couldn't resist the temptation and slightly opened the door to peek inside. The sight before him was stimulating - you were lying on your back, your eyes closed and legs spread wide. In your hand was a vibrator, buzzing away as you pleasured yourself.

He felt a rush of desire wash over him as he observed you fondling your breasts by skimming through the openings in your clothing. Your heavy breathing indicated your high level of arousal, causing his erection to throb with discomfort. He tightened his grasp and commenced rubbing the lower part of his area through his pants. The smell of sexual excitement became more severe as you persisted in touching yourself, whining out loud.

He hadn't given in to the trick to enter the room, All he did was listen to the sounds of your pleasure while noticing the way your breath hitched. He felt guilty for peeking into your private moment, but it was a bit difficult to ignore your pleasuring noises, not to mention you're moaning his name. He didn't want to make you feel embarrassed about what you were doing so he continued looking and listening to your cries to savor them.

"...Fuck, get in... I can hear your groans, you know?..." you said hoarsely. "...Why don't you put that annoying mouth of yours to good use?..." You tried to shift to accommodate him but he wasn't having any of it. "I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away." You glared at him angrily. As he knew he wouldn't be able to oppose you if you insisted so he reluctantly removed his hand from his pants and went inside your room, he immediately began working on undoing his trousers. He then proceeded to kneel between your legs and press a soft kiss on your neck, earning a whimper of approval from you.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this, y/n." he lightly kneaded your clit, causing you to moan with pleasure. "However, I want to give you something that will surely make this evening memorable and pleasurable." As he ran his cool fingers tenderly over your breasts, he rested two of them on your nipple and began massaging it with a slow and steady motion, causing you to moan in ecstasy.

His touch was as delicate as a feather, yet it sent shivers down your spine and made your body quiver with anticipation. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as his expert fingers continued to explore every inch of your body, making you forget about everything else except for the pleasure that was consuming you. You couldn't wait to see what other delights he had in store for you, as you surrendered yourself completely to his magical touch.

He skillfully licked and sucked your clit with his mouth, making you moan with pleasure. The sensation was so intense that you could feel a tingle of electricity run through your body, causing you to writhe at his touch. He then proceeded to rub his thumb in small circular motions on your sensitive spot, adding to the sensation and building the pleasure inside you. your body was on fire as he continued to tease and pleasure you with his skilled tongue and fingers, making you moan louder with each passing moment.

"throw that toy, love. you don't need it when I could satisfy you better." His words were escorted by a sultry gaze that torched a fire within you, leaving you feeling even more turned on. He then pulled away from between your legs and leaned in for a kiss, his lips meeting yours in an electrifying embrace.

The feeling of his mouth on yours was sacred, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of enthusiasm as he pulled away. His words echoed in your mind as you felt a pang of guilt for using a vibrator, but also a sense of excitement at the thought of relying solely on him for pleasure. You couldn't deny the desire that was building up inside you, and you found yourself eagerly responding to his advances. As he deepened the kiss, you knew that you were in for a night of intense pleasure and passion, with nothing but his skillful touch to satisfy your every need.

"Can you really... satisfy someone like me...?" you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and savoring every sensation. His tongue continued to tease and explore your mouth, and you felt yourself growing more and more turned on with every passing moment. Finally, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to continue. He smiled down at you, knowing exactly what you wanted, and resumed his sensual attack on your neck and shoulders. You moaned with pleasure as he continued to explore your body with his mouth, leaving you lost in a sea of rapture and ecstasy.

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

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ratedfleur · 5 months

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all for us

zhanghao & hanbin x reader 1.5k word count genre ୭ explicit

⤻ tags: slight noncon, manipulation, threesome turning into foursome, public sex, voyeurism (like a group of people are watching ..), double penetration, creampie, & mention of keeping in captivity.

⤻ do not proceed under the cut if you don’t want to read such content.

zhanghao and hanbin would be the type to create a plan to manipulate you, making you think you first met them at a club but in reality, they already met you in college where you never bat an eye towards them.

they make you think that they don’t want you, but they actually do. they manipulate you into thinking you’re the only person hung up over them and not the other way around.

they make you think that you forced yourself onto them, desperately crying to make you cum as they cornered you into a club’s ditch.

hanbin has you in his hands, your back against his front as zhanghao busied himself with you, placing rough kisses on your neck before he ripped your shirt in half, skirt flipped up with your panties hanging by one of your ankle.

you desperately cry out loud, asking them to fuck you while they pretend they don’t want to.

hanbin chuckles in your ear when his hands held onto the back of your knees, suspending you into the air while zhanghao got on his knees to eat you out.

their smiles are triumphant, watching you moan and cry their names out into the dead of the night, no longer sane enough to shut your mouth and be aware of your surroundings.

“stay still, whore.” zhanghao mouths against your pussy, his plush lips kissing your pussy lips whilst his tongue flicked at your clit and dripping hole.

you whine in hanbin’s hands, pussy quivering as zhanghao ate you out even faster, his mouth and tongue working perfectly against you.

“cumming!” you moaned out loud, voice echoing as you came, spurts of white liquid dripping out of you to which zhanghao quickly lapped up before he stood up, kissing you.

you whine at the rough kiss, tasting yourself on zhanghao’s tongue. hanbin mouthed at your naked shoulder, marking you up as he watched zhanghao make out with you whilst groping your tits.

“hyung, hurry up. wan’ fuck her.” hanbin commented from behind you, making you whine against hao’s lips as you felt hanbin transfer your legs over to zhanghao’s hands.

zhanghao carried you as if you were nothing, continuing to kiss you til his heart’s content.

hanbin scoffed, “quit hogging her.” he said to zhanghao which makes the older pull away, making you chase his lips.

“just fuck her, no biggie.” zhanghao says while making you stand on your own feet, legs weak after your orgasm.

hanbin rolls his eyes as he stripped his bottoms off, letting them pool at his knees before settling behind you. his hand busied itself with his dick, slowly pumping it while more precum leaked out of his head.

“wanna fuck, hm? let me fuck you, pretty. let me fuck this slutty hole of yours.” hanbin grunted as he bent you over, hands holding onto your hips as his head aligned against your hole.

you nod, head looking back at hanbin to speak to him. “please fuck me, ‘m your whore— shit shit shit!” you screeched, feeling hanbin abruptly bottom inside of you, walls immediately pulsing around him.

hanbin sighs in content, slowly thrusting into you as you cried his name out loud, catching the passerby’s attention, eyes prying into the sexual scene.

you babbled uncontrollably, knees going weak as hanbin’s pace picked up. you forget about zhanghao who was jerking himself off to the sight of you getting fucked from behind.

“no fair, i want to fuck her too.” zhanghao grunted, hand copying the pace of hanbin’s thrusts into you.

“hao-yah, please fuck me— i can take it please please please!” you cried out, hands resting on your knees as hanbin plowed harder into you.

“fuck hyung, get in here— she’s getting tighter.” hanbin grunted, hips stilling deep inside of you, his head resting directly at your g-spot.

he pulls your hair, making you stand straight. he grabs onto the back of your knees once more, suspending you into the air while he fully bottomed out inside of you. hanbin pants at the feeling of you enveloping him into your heat, pussy quivering around him.

hao kneels down and spits at your pussy, he does it thrice before standing up, hand holding onto his length to make his cockhead spread his saliva around your pussy filled with hanbin’s dick.

your pussy clenched around hanbin’s dick, making him choke on his saliva as his back rested against the wall.

“don’t you dare shut the fuck up, yeah? keep our audience happy, y/n.” hao says harshly to you, hand holding onto your jaw to make you look at the group of men just jerking themselves off to the sight of you getting manhandled by two men.

you couldn’t see them clearly in the dark but you could feel the lustful energy coming off of them.

hao lets go of your jaw, focusing on your pussy. he slaps his cockhead against your clit, making both hanbin and you whine.

“let me in your slutty hole.” hao mutters while poking his head at your hole, length slowly sliding against hanbin’s and into your tight hole.

you cry out loud, tears streaming down your face as hao slowly bottomed inside of you, feeling full to the brim with two dicks of different lengths and girths inside of you.

you threw your head back, feeling hao and hanbin take turns to pull out and in of you, one pulling out while the other thrusted in, creating a stable rhythm that stimulates you three.

hanbin grunts from behind, “jesus christ, you’re getting tighter— fuck.” he curses while hoisting you up and down, bouncing you on his and hao’s length at the same time, no longer alternating.

you scream, making those who watched just immediately cum, watching as you got your little pussy destroyed.

“wanna keep you, y/n. wanna make you all ours to fuck—“ hao pants in front of you, hands groping your tits as hanbin continued to bounce you on their dick.

you nod whilst crying, “be yours, wanna be yours! k-keep me full with you— your cum! fill me up!” you babbled, feeling your pussy drip with your own slick along with hao’s and hanbin’s precum.

you could see in the corner of your eye that the group who watched you had died down in number, some still staying to watch and jerk themselves off.

hanbin moaned from behind, head moving to the side to look over your shoulder, looking at hao. “hyung, gonna cum..” he panted, still making you bounce.

you whined, “inside! inside inside!” you said while you held onto hao’s shoulders, bouncing by yourself on their lengths.

hanbin’s head leans onto your shoulder, hands weakly holding onto the back of your knees as you bounced at your own pace, hips going in circles ever so often.

“bin-ah, hao-yah, come inside.. please, wan’ be full of you..” you pant, one hand moving down to rub your clit in circles.

“just a little more, bin-ah.” hao says to hanbin who weakly nods, trying to ignore he’s on the verge of cumming inside of you.

“keep our cum inside of you, yeah? don’t let a single drop out of you, we’ll fuck you even more if you don’t.” hao says, fingers pinching your nipples harshly, making you arch your back as you bounced uncontrollably.

“h-hyung..” hanbin cried out, head weakly lolling down against your shoulder.

“i’m near— cum with us, whore.” hao moans along with hanbin as you bounced in hard jumps, nails scratching hao’s shoulder as you neared your own orgasm.

“‘m coming! fuck fuck fuck, too good! a-aah, wan more more more more!” you cried out loud when both hao and and hanbin moaned in chorus, cumming in ropes deep inside you, your slow bounces making all the cum go deeper inside of you, some dripping out.

“more? you just want those men to fuck and cum in you.” hanbin panted as hao scoffed in front of you.

“we aren’t enough, y/n? wanna whore yourself out even more?” hao says while pulling out, making you and hanbin wince. he slips right out, your hole quivering around hanbin’s length.

“wan more..” you mindlessly babbled, feeling hanbin slowly make you stand on your own feet before he pulled out, bending you over to see globes of cum dripping out of you as your pussy clenched over nothing.

“hey, wanna have a go?” hao looked over to that one man who stayed from the group earlier.

the man smiles with a glint in his eyes. “don’t mind if i do.” he says while walking closer to you three, immediately pushing you down onto the ground, making you lie on the dirty ground with your legs spread out, your slutty body on display for them.

“be good, i’ll stuff you with cum.” the man says to you while you nodded, eyes clouded with pleasure when he bottoms out, thrusts immediately picking up as hao and hanbin watched you get fucked by another man.

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freezingmcxn · 5 months

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HEADCANONS FOR JEFF THE KILLER

Before I get into this i want to let you all know these aren’t fanon versions of Jeff and I do not under any circumstances sugar coat him.I do not hate on fanon versions of the creeps I just don’t particularly see them in that way in my AU :) This is my version and it wont fully align with the canon story for him!

My Headcanons are all based around heavy research I’ve been doing on psychology and serial killers.They’re not meant to disrespect victims of these crimes I’m just shedding light on two thing I enjoy: creepypasta and psychology.I view the characters in a realistic way rather than the usual fun light they’re out under.Im 16 years old I am still learning about this stuff so im not gonna be 100% correct! Please feel free to correct me.

WHY HE KILLS/HIS PERSONALITY/WHAT KILLER IS HE?

There are four types of serial murderers that can be identified: the visionary, the mission-oriented, hedonistic, and power/control-oriented.

Jeff falls into three of the four categories: Visonary,hedonistic and power/control oriented.

Visionary killers typically experience a psychotic break from reality that leads them to murder.

Hedonistic killers look for thrills and derive pleasure from killing, seeing people as expendable means to this goal. They kill for the joy of it.

Power/Control-Oriented killers also derive pleasure from killing but mainly from the fact they’re exerting their power, control and dominance over their victims.

Jeff kills for the sake of killing.The first time he killed was the first he felt he had felt power.He felt in control and he liked it.He constantly craves the feeling.The urge never ends,its a constant dull ache that resides deep within his stomach.

He’s too far gone to understand what he is completely unjustified,he takes it as suppressing an itch he has no control over.He knows it’s wrong of course but he doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

He partly thinks this because of his solipsism.

Someone who's solipsistic is so focused on their own wants and needs that they don't think about other people at all. You could also call a solipsistic person selfish or self-centered.Which is exactly what Jeff is.

Solipsistic ideation is also something he’s very much interested in.

Solipsistic ideation is a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.

Basically he believes he is the only “real” thing external to his own mind.

Due to him thinking this way it’s hard for him to comprehend how badly he affects people and the negative domino effect it causes.

He rationalises violence as no more real than a video game.

GROWING UP

He was always a psychopath.He is what they call a primary psychopath.

Primary psychopaths are born.

Growing up Jeff never seemed guilty after misbehaving no matter what punishment he faced.He was extremely selfish and lied constantly.

When Liu was taken to the detention centre he was relieved he didn’t have to face the consequences of what he had done it was no longer in his hands.

He obviously had to put on a facade for mommy and daddy of course.Oh how he missed his “dear brother”.

Speaking of Liu,Jeff resented him.He didn’t love him at all.Liu would try and build a relationship with Jeff but Jeff would never open up,he was too hard and cold.

He would preform “autopsies” on smaller animals he would find.He had a fascination with death even at his young age.

He would keep the animals remains inside of a shoebox he would hide out behind the shed in their garden.Every so often,if he found an animal he particular took a liking to,he would let the small creature rot and decompose until it’s skin was peeling and it’s organs had attracted flies.

He would return after a week or so and inhale the sweet smell of death,this resides with him to this day.He finds the smell “nostalgic”.

HIS APPEARANCE

Jeff is not someone who regularly keeps up with his hygiene,no he’d rather stay covered in blood from victims.He finds it “comforting”.

The constant sickly irony smell that wafts off him adds an additional layer of creepiness,he thinks so anyway.

He is mainly bald but the hair he has is mainly knotted and matted in clumps that seem stuck to his head.The blood that gets in it causes it to matt up.Some of it is crispy and singed due to him being set on fire.

His eyelids were never completely taken off but they do look deformed and his eyeballs are constantly blood shot and swollen.What can be said for his nose? He never really cut most of it off,his nostrils are slightly more slit open.

His signature smile that’s forever engraved on his face emits a constant smell of rot.The cuts have never healed and get horribly infected.Whenever they show even the smallest sign of healing,he re cuts it,every time with the same rusty knife he used the first time.

His hands have deep scars and cuts due to them slipping from his knife handle to the blade.He doesn’t notice until after his frenzied state has calmed.

Thank you for reading I hope you liked how I portrayed him! I’ve lots more to say but I’ll make another post some other day.

For the people sending asks I will get to them i promise!

If you have any questions about my AU or how I see a character let me know :)

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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idk how many incest-related or yandere requests you're getting but. okay hear me out for a moment. "healing" sex with big brother yan!tartaglia and mute!reader.

i say "healing" in quotations because he's not only manipulating her, into doing this, but he made a move the moment she's at a very vulnerable state (remembering her past). he's so good with his words that he fully convinces her that he'll "protect" her, that this will give some form of "closure." don't get me wrong he cares deeply about his step-sister ofc, but good lord the way he expresses it.

probably takes advantage of her (like praising her ig) just to let her trust him more so he can have her all for himself. he doesn't directly say it, but he makes sure she knows she belongs to him, whether she likes it or not. in this case, she probably does?? ig?? (it doesnt have to be mute!reader btw, if you want to change it to a different reader then go for it)

[Most likely referenced to Secrets can be kept in Snow]

cw. st3pc3st, yandere!childe x mute!fem!reader, possesive and manipulative AND unhealthy behavior, (reader's) family trauma, d4cryphili4, marking/h1ck3ys, usage of "princess", usage of childe's real name, arguments (childe's father & reader's mother), childe is s4distic

a/n. sorry yall, there are too much full fic requests and i'm extremely unmotivated so i'm gonna be doing thirsts.. idek if i call these thirsts bcus they're so goddang long for some reason.

masterlist | tag system | 17- & MASC-ALIGNED PLEASE DNI! THIS IS ONLY FOR FEMALE AUDIENCES.

I can see how manipulative he can be when it's in his POV rather than yours. Childe's wit most likely improved after he trained to become a Harbinger. Don't misunderstand him; he was initially protective of you because you couldn't defend yourself through talking or fighting. You weren't that type of person. He was.

Let's say, you haven't fully healed yet after your first time. You still cling onto him like a leech, the arguments your mother and Childe's father get into are not often but they happen and they remind you of your past. He wanted to help you so you let him, let him do whatever he wants to heal your trauma and you don't think twice about it. Why would you when he's being so sweet and helpful?

He'd do it with you many times, saying it was part of the process. You would trust his words blindly, never knowing his true intentions with you. His sweet praises on how good of a girl you are for him and how you're taking him so well while you sit on his lap and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out. You felt so good around him he couldn't help hugging you tightly and whispering for you to stay quiet. Ajax knows you feel good but you can't risk the two of you being caught.

We can also see how much our dear stepbrother becomes really posessive over you too. You're pretty easy to persuade and it isn't hard for Ajax to eliminate any other men in your life that could try to steal you away from him. Of course, not a lot of people know about the eleventh harbinger's family so he could easily take you out to places and act all affectionate. The two of you look nothing alike so it wasn't a problem to act like a couple.

Your cries and sounds, they're the reasons why he's still alive in the first place. Your whining as he fills you to the brim. It was those nights again where he'd visit your room for the healing process. Where he'll go gentle with you and sing praises into your ears when you get emotional from it. He knows how much this reminds you of your past and he does his best to comfort you (to get you to trust him more).

The process would include a lot of foreplay, Childe knows you're not used to his touches yet since they make you feel weird. Especially when they get intimate but you try and be brave for him. Taking the kisses he gives you on your neck and chest, his fingers tickling your clothed cunt.

And once he's inside of your sweet pussy, oh his touches just get even better (and physical). His hand carefully pulling your head back to mark your neck all over, don't worry, he'll make sure to have his scarf around you and tell the others that you were feeling too cold and that he was more than capable of taking care of you so they won't know about the hickeys.

Childe's love for you is genuine and everlasting, he wouldn't go rough on you if you didn't ask for it. Hell, you've been giving him everything he ever wanted and you're behaving well. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't do the same. He promises to make you feel good, make you feel safe. And he doesn't break his promises.

"Ah," he'll moan into your ear, "Feel so good, princess. J-just like that, fuck.." he groans, hugging you tightly, his face into your neck and sniffing your scent. Your gasps can be heard inside the room as well as the slapping of skin, "Doing so good for me, yeah? Being a good girl for me?" Ajax growls, biting into your skin lightly. You only sobbed, limping onto him. Tonight, you heard your mother's arguments towards Ajax's father and it was about you. Ajax knows how that makes you weak, especially when the arguments get physical or violent but that never happens, his father was a reasonable man and so was Ajax. He didn't blame you for being emotional so he wanted to comfort you.

Your parents' shouts are as loud as ever but he was making sure you didn't hear it by soughing into your ears, just not loud enough to deafen the whole thing. Your vulnerable state was the reason he could have you to himself to care for in the first place. "It's alright, darling. Nothing's gonna hurt you and if there is, they're gonna have to get through me first.." he chuckles, pulling your body closer to his.

Your pretty moans and sounds, they get him going as well as your tears. He'd lick them away and savor your face as you turn into a sobbing, hiccuping mess on him. Ajax doesn't like seeing you sad, especially if it isn't in this kind of way. Even after the healing process has finished, he'd ask for another round. Saying he felt unsatisfied and that it wasn't enough to comfort you. You just let yourself go and concede into his embrace as you just let him do what he wants with you. You don't know better but that's fine, he says. He can handle it.

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #yandere childe x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader

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goingmerryfics · 28 days

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Hello!! I recently found your blog and I love it!! ❤️

I was wondering if I could request something!

Kid, Mihawk and Law with a partner who’s into gothic clothing. uwu

Gothic style S/O w/ Kid, Mihawk & Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* Glad to have you! Thanks for the request :) Out of anyone, I think these three would be the most accepting/understanding of someone with this style and even indulge in it a bit themselves so I tried to make this a little more personal to each character. That being said, I feel like they turned out a little shorter than normal, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kid

He wouldn’t even bat an eye if this was a regular thing to be dressed in gothic style. It’s pretty common around the crew, and even if it wasn’t, Kid appreciates the aesthetic of the style

He also just doesn’t give a shit what you wear as long as you can do your job

Looking good while doing it is also a plus

For that reason, he would help you out with your makeup for sure. Not that he has much experience with it in the first place, but he just likes any excuse to look at your lips

On the other hand, if your weren’t introduced to him in black and chains, he wouldn’t recognize you if you just up and changed your wardrobe

You walk out of your room in your new style, the one you’ve been wanting to try for years and never had the bravery to out of fear of judgement

But after joining the Kid Pirates, it didn’t feel so scary to go outside of the world’s expectations

“Who the fuck are you!? How’d you get on my ship!?”

After managing to convince him not to just throw you overboard, he does the unthinkable

“Oh. You look good. Better than that boring shit you used to wear.”

He compliments you

Kid will pick at your outfits and give unsolicited advice on how to coordinate or style your clothing

He isn’t one for making jewelry, but he might try if you can’t find anything that would match your clothes

Mihawk

No comment from him. You’d have to outright ask him what he thought, and even then it would be a short answer

“Yes, it’s a good look on you.”

He isn’t actually looking at you when he answers, but it’s genuine

You’d find him staring at you quite often, though

He enjoys the style on you, especially since his style is very close/similar to gothic

He respects your backbone for sticking to what makes you happy, and he’ll encourage you to stick up for yourself if anyone has anything to say about your look

Honestly, he’s seen people look and dress a lot worse, so he doesn’t see why anyone should be making unnecessary comments

Despite being a man of few words, he would still compliment your outfits every time

He, having a eye for the fashion, would also help you coordinate and mix up your clothing items and accessories to freshen up the looks

“That won’t do. We need to get you some earrings that will match this.”

It’s such a sweet way to spend the time that you two have together

Law

Law gets whiplash at first

His emo phase is coming back to him all at once and he’s cringing internally

But despite his own emotional setbacks, he is happy if you feel comfortable dressing this way

He’s very level-headed, so there’s not going to be a very big reaction out of him right away

His perception of you hasn’t changed, and it won’t anytime soon

“Express yourself however you like, just make sure you don’t alter the uniform too much.”

He’ll warn you that the crew might ask some dumbass questions or make rude comments

He also will ask you some questions, very carefully, not wanting to sound ignorant

He would come to your aid if you needed support, especially within his own crew

If you’re the type to wear a lot of make-up, he’ll be on your ass about cleaning your face every night

He’d even help you do a skin care routine to make sure you were taking care of yourself!

If you bother him enough, he’ll start to do it with you, too

Gets you stuff that remind him of you, things he believes may align with your style

All in all, he’s pretty indifferent to the style, and may even be open to dipping back into it a little bit

He looks great in eyeliner, but damn it he keeps smudging it

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hana-no-seiiki · 6 months

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WUICK WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON YAN WRIOSTHELEY. Do you think he's delulu? Controlling? Doting? Lucid? PLEASE TELL ME

OKAI BESTIE I GOTCHU

THIS ASK IS SO OLD BUT I FIGURED THAT I MIGHT AS WELL SINCE I GOT HIM NOW

okay so this is just my opinion but yan wriothesley specifically (meaning not wri in general) pairs the best with someone who’s an absolute goddamn maniac. his complete opposite basically. someone morally questionable at best, downright evil at worst.

this is why i love writing him so much with kafka! reader because AUGH POLICEMAN/WARDEN x CRIMINAL/MAFIABOSS relationship trope will never get old ! ! !

He's incredibly controlling and values honesty. Which is why we want to fuck him over by giving him the exact opposite of that. This is true for most of my yan headcannons but im emphasizing it here.

This doesn’t mean reader has to be the absolute most heinous person out there by the way. I think it’ll be better if they’re more on the lawful evil side since he’s definitely horny for that - the type who’ll kill without a second thought just for money but would die before they disrespect an elder or god forbid hurt a kid.

You know his idle animation right? Some melusines tried getting away from their stickers being removed by having you personally make em but he ends up taking them off anyway. But when people look closely, the sticker doesn’t disintegrate like the ones that isnt made by you. He keeps them in a very safe place in his office.

He’s incredibly lucid but also doesn’t have much control over his feelings. I feel like he’s the type to get overwhelmed sometimes by how much he ‘loves’ you and ends up breaking someone else’s bones.

If we’re continuing the evil reader route he wouldn’t be as doting as he would be if you were nice.

But if you are a kind and morally upstanding person then he’ll shower you with credits and whatnot, assuming you’ll allow him to give you a few side jobs here and there. It’s nothing much, all you have to do is suck his cock or bend over his desk once in a while to let him have his way with you.

But yeah in summary yan! wriothesley is vv flexible in my opinion and would mostly depend on reader’s alignment since he’s a duke of a prison and all that.

…

he’s just a switch like that ✨

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere core #yandere wriothesley #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact fic #genshin impact x you

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twogyuu · 1 year

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The Meaning of 'First Love'

Pairing: Donghyuck x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which you and your roommate, Donghyuck, have very different understandings of first love.

Genre: Fluff, crack, roommates-to-???, kind of fake dating???

Warnings: Food, Urban dictionary definitions, unedited

WC: ~1.2k

A/N: I dunno what I'm doing 🤡 - maybe . . . just maybe might turn this into a series???

. . . .

"Mine?" Donghyuck nibbled on a slice of cucumber. He looked off out the window for a moment before answering. Rain pelted against the glass, sliding down slowly. The picnic the two of you had planned was ruined by the weather (Hyuck did not check the night beforec . . ), so you opted to do it inside instead. The food was already prepared and your schedules only aligned in such a way that today would work - not many more in the near future.

"Mmm . . . well, in seventh grade, there was this girl from the year above who always came to watch my soccer games," Donghyuck explained, "Hyemi was her name," he smiled fondly at the memory, "Gosh, she was so pretty."

You scoffed. "How'd you know she came to see you specifically?"

"She told me so behind the bleachers," he explained.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. He was using that tone where his pitch went up at the end of his sentence - an indicator that he was fibbing.

Donghyuck looked up at you, stopping mid-bite, knowing he was caught.

"I-I . . ." his voice trailed off. "I think? Jeno asked her and she said she thought I was cute."

"Jeno could've lied too," you deadpanned.

Donghyuck jerked his arm as if he was about to backhand you, letting out a brisk 'tsk'.

"So annoying," he muttered under his breath. "How about you?" he tossed a pickled radish in his mouth. "Who was your first love?"

"I . . . don't think I have one," you replied.

"Ey, lies," he groaned. "C'mon, you've had to have a crush on someone at some point, right?"

"I mean, I've had crushes and situationships, but never . . . anything that was reciprocated clearly that I could've defined as love."

"What the heck?" Haechan pursed his lips. "Wait - you've never dated?"

You shook your head, unbothered.

"No one? No one at all."

"Nada - I told you crushes and situationships."

"Huh," he creased his brows together, scratching his head, "I guess. What is a 'first love' to you then?"

"It's love right? So I expect it to be mutual - a two-way street."

"No," he retorted, "I don't think first loves have to be reciprocated - it's just like . . . the first person you're really truly romantically interested in."

"How 'real' can romantic feelings be when you're in seventh grade!?" you chuckled.

"Really real," Donghyuck replied. "Hyemi made my heart go-"

He put his fist over his chest flexed his fingers in an exploding motion.

"If you loved her so much, where is she now? I don't see her coming to see you every day."

"Yeah - unfortunately, I see your ugly face," Donghyuck pressed two fingers against your forehead to push you away. "But first loves aren't meant to last - at least most don't."

"They aren't, but I still stand by my word," you replied. "Love should be mutual for it to be considered love."

"Shall we consult the great resource of urban dictionary then?" Donghyuck fished his phone out of his pocket and started typing away.

You rolled your eyes, but didn't push back.

He cleared his throat and recited the definition:

"First Love is the first person you want to be with. You can talk to them anytime of the day/ night regardless. First love is the person who you first see a future with and want to last. The person who you first feel a fast connection. The first and one of the hardest heartbreaks .. many believe First love also happens to be their last. You’ll always have place in your heart for them because they’re the first person who you cared for even . First love can happen in any age or anywhere even if you never meet a person."

"Nah," you waved a carrot at him. You leaned over to read the definition for yourself, not minding the way your shoulder pressed his. "See?" you pointed at the screen. "'Connection' - that still entails two people - reciprocated feelings, relationship."

"Well, how about friends to lovers?" Donghyuck tried to argue.

You pointed at him playfully. "Lovers - reciprocated."

Donghyuck blew a raspberry, quickly swiping out of the site. He didn't want to fight about it anymore - you were stubborn and stuck in your ways. He'd learn really fast from the few weeks of living with you that he needed to pick and choose his fights.

"Tough crowd," he muttered. "Well now that if you put that way, then I never had a first love either"

"You've dated before though," you said. "You've had to have 'loved' them to date them."

Donghyuck let out a questionable hum. "I had one girlfriend - can't say I liked her a whole lot."

You gasped. "You didn't like Yena?"

"I mean, she was cute and I was excited at first," Donghyuck shrugged. He laid back on the picnic blanket and shut his eyes. "But there's a reason we only lasted a month."

"That's fair, I guess." You pushed aside the paper plates of food and rolled over to lay next to him.

"Also according to that urban dictionary definition, she definitely didn't leave an 'imprint,'" he snorted.

"Did Hyemi?" you teased.

"She was hot."

"Okay," you shrank away from him. "That's enough - I don't want to know about your eighth grade fantasies."

"It was seventh grade, but anyways."

Purposely, he snuggled up against you.

A comfortable silence passed, the sound of rainfall filling the room. Since it was mid-day, the both of you opted to leave the lights off, letting whatever remnants of sunshine passing through the clouds to slip into your shared apartment. It cased a cozy gray cast over everything - your clothes and the furniture all looking a little duller.

Kind of reminded you of young adulthood.

Donghyuck and you have been roommates for the better of two years now. At this point, You knew his habits like the inside of your palm - his constant need for physical affection being one of them. It was irritating initially - you enjoyed your personal space. However, like a quiet cat coming to sit in your lap while you were reading, you slowly grew accustomed to it. Sometimes, the missing weight of body on yours when you were doing school work on the couch or just laying around watching TV, was starting to feel strange.

"You know what this means then?" Donghyuck asked.

"Hm?" you peeped an eye open.

"Neither of us have first loves," he snickered. "According to your definition, at least."

"So you never truly loved Hyemi?" you teased. "Didn't leave an 'imprint'?"

Donghyuck sighed dramatically, shaking his head and ignoring your comment. "What a pitiful pair of roommates we are - lonely and loveless."

He rolled onto his side, blowing air at your nose.

"Dude!" you wrinkled your nose, opening your eyes to glare at him.

"I have an idea though," he smiled mischievously.

"Yeah?"

He smirked. Before you could blink, he caught you off-guard, planting a wet kiss on your cheek.

"Hyuck!" you exclaimed, swiping at his saliva.

"Wanna be my first love, Y/N?" he asked, winking at you playfully. "Test out this definition of yours?"

#haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios

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taocard · 8 months

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HI POOKIE

I WAS WONDERING IF U CAN WRITE A LEON FANFIC ABOUT HIM TAKING CARE OF FEM!READER WHILE THEIR SICK

YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT IM STILL GONNA GO ANON

LOVE U BAE XOXO

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: bbbggggg I'm so sorry this took me so long and if it's out of character since I don't know how to describe his character that well :(( I hope this helps fill your brain rot a little! 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Leon Kennedy

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⊹ due to all the situations Leon has been put through, he's very self aware of things going on around him ⊹ you could say he’s always on alert. Especially when it comes to you ⊹ he's the type of guy who would notice you're sick before you do ⊹he hears a cough from you and his eyebrow will raise from where he’s seated “Are you feeling alright?” he’ll ask you ⊹ doesn't matter how you reply, he's very suspicious you're getting sick ⊹ and when you're rubbing your forehead with a frown… ⊹ he’ll put the back of his hand against your forehead, not listening to any of your excuses you're coming up with “I really dont think I'm sick. I'm pretty sure the headache is just from looking at an electronic so much-” “You have a fever” ..and of course right then and there you had to have a coughing fit ⊹it's not that you don't want him to take care of you. It's just that…well, when you were sick last time he tried to stick a needle in your arm ⊹this is because, by the rare chance that leon gets sick on a mission, he’ll just stick a needle with solution into his arm and he's better in no time ⊹but you hate needles

⊹luckily, you bought regular medicine, so he just feeds you that instead

“Are you sure? The shot would make things end much faster” he’ll say

“Yes. definitely. Absolutely.” you replied

“Okay…”

⊹ he only suggested the needle once again because he never likes seeing you sick.

⊹he looks like a pouting puppy with the way his arms are now crossed as you drink some water after you ingested the medicine

⊹ it seems Leon was not off of work because he has a new assignment. To defeat the evil fever >:((

⊹Leon is very good at comforting you and showing he's here for you with just his actions alone

⊹ he’s cooking you food that you like and that's easy to digest. He's grabbing you things before you even realize it.

⊹ swear to god, its like hes keeping tabs on you like your his patient

⊹ but he doesn't verbally show it. Which is kind of nice. Because when your sick your sensitive to light and sound

⊹ he gets the bed all set up for you. If you have stuffed animals he's aligned them in a order that created room for you to move around but you can still see them

⊹ i see him leaning down to check your temperature when you're laying in bed. His arm propped by your head, hand on your forehead, and faces inches apart

⊹ you don't really know if its your fever that's making you more flustered when he gets all close or if this is how you normally are

⊹ and when he's done checking your temp. He will press a kiss to your forehead and get you a new water bottle since you've seemed to run out of the ones he placed nearby from earlier

⊹ Leon would be the best person to cuddle with while you are sick

⊹ sure, at first you were worried that you were going to get him sick, but at this point he's bound to have built an immune system to a mere fever.

⊹ hes spooning you from behind, keeping you close with his strong arms wrapped nice and snug around your tummy

⊹if you're having trouble sleeping because of any pulsing pain or your just restless, he does not care what you want to help you sleep, he's going to deliver

⊹ for example if your holding him tight and snuggling into his chest. That is fine. If you're gently holding his hand against your cheek because you like it, that's fine too.

⊹ overall he's amazing at taking care of you.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #residen evil x reader #resident evil fluff #IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER #inkiii best girl <3

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bordysbae · 1 year

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hii could you do prompt “you’re the only one who can calm him down” + trevor zegras? 💞

“just a chirp”

trevor zegras x fem reader

warnings: cursing, slight mention of blood and fighting

word count: 1.3k

you and trevor met at the beginning of freshman year of high school, and you’ve been best friends ever since. you’ve seen him grow not only as a hockey player, but also as a person. you and trevor ground each other immensely, he’s your rock, and you’re his. you never expected that you’d be best friends with a hockey player, especially looking at some of their personalities, but the stars aligned and trevor came into your life at the perfect time.

if you’re being honest, sometimes you feel these weird feelings towards trevor. they aren’t good or bad, they’re more of a ‘hes my best friend why does he look so hot?’ or a ‘why is he looking at her like that? and why do i feel jelaous?’ type of thing. all of your friends and families can see the way you guys look at each other, but it always gets shut down by the both of you immediately. another stars aligning moment was when you both ended up at boston university for college, and that’s where you are right now.

currently, trevor is hanging out in your dorm to ‘study’ but it’s more of you trying to get stuff done and him bothering you. he’s sat on the middle of your bed, with his back against the wall, and you’re against the headboard typing out a paper on your laptop. “come to the game tonight, both of you!” trevor says, as he points between you and your roomate. “i’m only going if y/n goes” anna says, not looking up from her phone. “i guess i’ll go. i have an econ test to study for, but yeah sure why not.” you shrug. “YES! you’re the best!” he says as he picks up his foot and starts wiggling it in front of your face. you quickly slap it away, “your feet stink! get them away from me!” you shriek. trevor laughs, almost rolling off of the bed. “okay that’s it, get out of my dorm! you have to leave for the game soon anyways” you say hopping off of the bed, dragging him with you. he stumbles over to the door and you push him out of the room playfully. “i better see you guys in the student section, or else i’m gonna come here and beat your ass” “yeah you wish, i don’t think julie would be very happy with you if you beat me up.” “don’t bring my mom into this!” you shrug, “whatever i’ll see you later. bye z” “you’re the best! bye short stack, love you!” he says, kissing the top of your head as he turns around cheerfully and walks away, leaving you with flushed cheeks.

“well that was new” anna says, peaking out at you from behind her phone. “i’m so screwed anna!” you cry out as you close the door and dramatically fall onto your bed. “and why is that?” she asks, putting her phone down and walking over to your bed. “because! look at me, im probably a tomato right now!” you say as you lift your head to show her your cheeks. she sits down next to you, and rubs your back. “oh you’ll be fine. i’m telling you-“ “that we’re gonna get married one day, yeah yeah yeah i’ve heard you the first million trillion times. god anna you sound like my mom!” you exclaim, causing anna to laugh. “whatever, i gotta get to class. you better be here when i get back, i’m not about to be late to this game cause you take twenty years to get ready” she chuckles. “oh whatever” you roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your laptop again.

as you guys arrive at the game you get strange looks from a girl who’s holding a ‘zegras i love you’ sign. you don’t understand why until you realize you’re wearing trevor’s hockey sweatshirt. you instantly begin to blush, since you just grabbed the first boston university hoodie you saw, not realizing it was one of trevor’s. you guys stand by the glass watching them warm up a bit, and trevor skates over and starts pointing at your hoodie. you can’t hear him through the glass, but you get the idea of what he’s saying, and it’s definitely something about how you’re wearing his hoodie. you laugh and flip him off, he laughs and skates away. afterwards, you and anna find a spot in student section, and the game begins not too long after.

as you’re watching the game, trevor suddenly gets into a heated fight with someone, and gloves are dropped. trevor’s throwing punches at him, and you audibly gasp. you mindlessly grab onto anna’s arm, causing her to smirk. “oh my god! what the fuck!” you yell out. you then hear anna snicker next to you. you turn your head, and realize you’re tightly gripping onto her forearm. you quickly let go, and your cheeks become red with embarrassment.

trevor is taken off of the ice, still yelling things at the other player. you sigh, unsure of his current state. the other guy definitely got some good punches in, but trevor did as well. suddenly two people wearing employees badges come out into the stands, and they appear to be looking for someone. you curiously watch them, until one of them asks you a question. “by any chance, do you happen to be y/f/n y/l/n?” you look at anna with a confused and concerned look, and then back to the employees. “yes, why?” “trevor won’t stop asking for you, he claims that ‘you’re the only one who can calm him down’ could you come with us?” your mouth falls slightly agape, and you look at anna. “yes go go go! i’ll be fine!” she says, causing you to nod and remove yourself from the student section.

you follow the employees into the locker room, and you’re met with a slightly bloodied up trevor. “what the fuck was that trevor!” you say sternly. “chill out dude! i called you back here to calm me down, not to fucking lecture me! jesus christ!” he rolls his eyes. you sigh, obviously he’s still upset. “you’re right sorry, can i sit?” you ask. he nods and pats the spot next to him. you sit down and rest your head on his shoulder, you guys stay like this for a few minutes without speaking. “are you ready to talk about what happened?” you say softly, breaking the ice. “he was talking shit” trevor sighs. “well yeah that’s what i expected, but what made you so angry that you punched him?” “he was talking about you.” that sentence causing you to lift your head from trevor’s shoulder. your turn your body slightly to face him, and your eyes widen. “he what?” “you heard me y/n. he saw us talking during warmups and he saw you in my hoodie, so he brought you up. he was like ‘your girlfriend is watching, how would she feel if she saw you lose to me? i mean she’s pretty cute, she any good in bed? it’d be a shame if she left you’ a-and at first i wasn’t bothered, b-but when he started asking about how you are in bed.. i just got really upset okay?! honestly i wanted to fucking kill him!” he exclaims, and you quickly hug him. “it’s just a chirp trevor, don’t worry. he’s a dick,” you sigh. “i’m sorry i let you down y/n, i know you hate when i get in fights.” “you didn’t let me down trev, i promise. honestly you could never let me down. and for the record, i’m not going anywhere. sorry but your stuck with me bud” you chuckle, pulling back from the hug. “really?” he says, his eyes soft. “really.”

you guys look at each other for a moment, before trevor starts to lean in. your heart skips a beat, and impulsively you connect your guys’ lips, even if his is a little bloody. he pulls back and wipes the blood from his lip with his thumb. “sorry, forgot there was blood on my lip.” “shut up and kiss me again” you say grabbing his jersey and pulling him back in, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

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