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wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333
but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.
uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333
"-Could you please just shut up?"
There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.
The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.
They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.
"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.
"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."
"Are you so eager to die?"
"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"
The villain stared.
"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."
"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."
"You don't have anything better to do?"
"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"
"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."
The villain stared some more.
The protagonist stared back.
"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."
"Sure, sure. But the monologue."
"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"
"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."
"A bit like a cheese grater."
"No offense."
The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous.
"A cheese grater."
The protagonist shrugged.
"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.
"No."
"And yet."
"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."
"Come here."
"...what?"
The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.
The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at their feet.
"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."
"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."
"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."
"...turn?"
The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.
"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"
The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.
Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The punishment. The kill.
The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.
The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.
"Better?"
"Um. I mean - yes - but -"
"Good." The villain glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."
"What? Wait - no -"
The sound was deafening.
Then the silence was, once again, absolute.
"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"
"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive. Tell me about yourself."
The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.
"T-tell-?"
"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"
Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?
The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.
"Good. Very good." The villain gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."
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Just A Kiss
Joining the congrats train for @withacapitalp, happy birthday Liam! You're not escaping the frog theme and cursed Steve, not on my watch.
"Look man, I don't really care if you're actually a prince, a model or a lying hobo, the answer is still no."
The frog looked at him with so much sass Eddie actually considered caving in, but...nah. It was disgusting. Even though it looked kind of cute with that weird pattern on its head that looked like a really fluffy mane of hair, light brown eyes and slight pout. "Like it's going to kill you, man," it croaked out and Eddie took another drag from his cigarette. Talking frogs. Yep, just another normal day in Hawkins.
"Look, even if I wanted to, which I don't - zoofilia isn't cool under any pretense, just for your info - I'm pretty sure I'm just high as a kite. You're a frog, which duh, you probably know that, but...uh. I don't want to wake up in the morning with the unsettling knowledge that I smooched some poor non-consenting animal and all I got from that was some rash on my mouth. Hey, can animals even consent? That's...no, you can't." One more drag of his cigarette. Maybe two. Make it another cigarette, shit. He didn't think that one joint was so strong.
The frog rolled his eyes again. "I'm not telling you to go and such face with a dolphin or something. Plus animals don't give consent because they a) can't talk, b) aren't cursed human beings. Like yours truly."
Eddie bit the filter in a futile attempt to sober up. Didn't help. "So you've said. Cursed human. Sorry if I don't believe you, froggy."
"It's Steve."
Eddie snorted out the smoke through his nose. "Steve. A frog named Steve."
There it was, that adorable eye roll again. "It's a temporary frog, otherwise full-time human Steve." It even tried to put its...paws? No, not paws, frogs don't have paws, legs? Front legs? Cute legs. Those, on its...hips? Eddie didn't know enough about frog anatomy but hell. It was adorable.
He giggled, brushing back his hair. "Sure, full-time human Steve. Is this a part-time job, then? A hobby?"
"A fucking curse, that's what it is." The frog almost growled, except it ended the annoyed tone with an unintentional ribbit. "Shit. Have you ever had hiccups? This - ribbit - oh god fuck why - ribbit - is worse."
Eddie just shook his head, wondering if he'd remember this trip the next day. He hoped so. "You'd think it would be natural to you." When the frog - sorry, Steve - just stared, he corrected himself. "For a frog, I mean. Which you're obviously not, except now you are-"
"Which part of a it-was-a-curse-from-an-old-hag-my-dad-pissed-off-a-few-decades-ago don't you understand? Ribbit, god make it stop-"
"Pretty much everything that wasn't a ribbit, pal," grinned Eddie and lit another cigarette. But it was a bit too quiet and when he turned to part-time-frog Steve, he wondered if maybe the trip was finally going away, if he'd just been chilling with an innocent frog for which his nerdy brain made a full page of lore, except- "What?" he asked the frog who was eyeing his smokes.
The frog groaned and tried to rub its still-not-sure-if-leg-or-paw over its forehead. "Look, if you're not willing to put me out of my misery either by - ribbit fuck this - stepping on me or giving me an absolutely consensual kiss, at least give me a cigarette. After the day I've had, I really need it."
"Uhhhh..." Eddie thought for a moment. Was it animal cruelty if he lit up a cigarette and put it next to a frog? The frog didn't have to smoke it, right? And he had no way of verifying if the frog was a minor. In...frog years or whatever.
The frog narrowed its eyes at him. "A kiss or a cigarette, dude. Choose now."
"Geez, so demanding for such a little guy," grumbled Eddie but obliged, lit another cigarette and handed it to the frog...the frog who grabbed it with both palms and took a long drag from it, closing its eyes.
"I really, really needed this," it muttered. Eddie wondered it being a frog would help him save on the smokes. It looked like its lungs were fairly small, one cigarette would last him for ages, but how would he buy them? So many questions...questions interrupted by Steve blowing a tiny puff of smoke from its - his? - mouth and looking at Eddie. "Don't you have better things to do than smoke with a temporary frog on a Friday evening?"
Eddie rolled his eyes. "I liked you better when all you could say was ribbit. But actually no, I'm waiting for a few of my friends."
And wow, could that frog smirk. "Can't wait to meet them."
Eddie was still pretty convinced that kissing a frog was off the table. But when a familiar pizza van parked next to him, Jonathan and Argyle jumping out, he found himself reconsidering. Just a little. Because it would have saved him from the following conversation.
"How are you doing, my man?" smiled Argyle and pulled Eddie into a hug, cracking his spine in the process. Argyle's bear hugs tended to do that.
Jonathan just stood there, staring. "Is that frog smoking a cigarette?"
The world slowed down and Eddie was just about to explain that the weed was a bit too strong this time and he might have hallucinated that the frog was talking to him, but then it blew another cloud of smoke from its tiny mouth and glared at Jonathan. "You've got a problem with that?" it asked in a dangerous croak.
"Oh yeah," offered Eddie weakly, "guys, this is Steve. Steve, this is Jonathan and Argyle."
And Argyle, bless his perpetually stoned heart, just walked towards Steve and shook his front leg/paw/hand/whatever. "Cool, nice to meet you, dude! Hey, do you just smoke cigarettes or are you in for some Purple Palm Tree Delight?"
Full time Steve or whatever just gave a pleased ribbit. "I thought you'd never ask."
And that's how Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle ended up stoned out of their minds...along with a frog. The nights were warm and they ended up napping next to each other in a patch of grass next to the Lover's Lake, setting tiny stoned Steve to the side to make sure no one crushed him in their sleep. And Eddie, in his blissed out state of mind, really didn't look forward to the next morning. Froggy Steve was fun. He liked Steve. He didn't look forward to the moment he'd have to accept that Steve was just a shared hallucination between the three of them.
Except...
Except in the morning, he got woken up by someone cuddling him. And that wasn't unusual, Argyle was a cuddler, except he was wrapped around Jonathan like a very dependent octopus. Maybe it was the blanket. Yes, definitely, the blanket must have fallen off him and crumpled behind his back and-
And the blanket snored.
Flipping around, he found himself face to face with an absolutely gorgeous young man. The bitchy slope of his eyebrow, furrowed in sleep, the numerous moles...Eddie's breath hitched.
Before he realized what was happening, his eyes opened and the lazy smile he gave Eddie made him want to jump in the lake and swim to the other side and back. Just to cool down a little bit. "Morning, Eddie," he yawned and Eddie recognized that voice. With or without the ribbit.
"...Steve?" he tried, and the smile just widened. "Oh god, this is going to sound so weird, but I was really convinced that you were a frog when I met you yesterday."
Steve just stretched those biteable arms above his head and groaned, closing his eyes again. Only then did Eddie notice he was wearing his spare clothes, a bit too tight and mismatched, but it was all he had in the van. "I was a frog, man. Is your memory usually this bad?"
Eddie's mouth hung open. Oh okay. That explained everything. Except it fucking didn't. "Uhhhh...no. I mean. I remembered you being a frog so it's a good thing, no?" Squinting at Steve, he slowly added, "how come you're not a frog anymore?" It sounded stupid, even to him.
But Steve just rolled his eyes with clear affection. "It's what I told you when I met you. A kiss."
"Did I kiss a frog? I mean, you?!" he blurted out before he could catch himself, unsure which one of those two things shocked him more.
One more disapproving head shake. "Shit memory, told you. Nah, it was Argyle. We were high, I mentioned the curse thing and Argyle just said "anything for my bro" and kissed me. I turned back and you...uh. Kind of freaked out because I didn't have any clothes on, so you raced back to your van to get me something. Then we smoked a bit more and went to sleep."
"Oh." Maybe the weed really was stronger than usual because Eddie's mouth had no filter that morning, even more so than usual. "Is it weird that I'm kind of jealous of him?"
Steve opened one eye and smirked at him. "What, you dream of kissing frogs often?"
Eddie hit his shoulder and laughed, mindful of the sleeping pair next to him. "Nope, but sure will dream of kissing you, pretty boy. Unless that would turn you back. Would it?"
There were hands on his hips pulling him down, back to the inviting grass and towards Steve's warm body. "Only one way to find out," he grinned.
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Oooh, I have a request idea!! How about Gale, Halsin, Astarion and Wyll or Karlach (if that's not too many ;-;) with a modern S/O from our world that makes them try a bunch of food from this dimension. I'd love to see their reaction to trying Soda or other Carbonated Beverages, and naturally seeing everyone's reaction to canned food - especially the kind that stays in the exact shape of the can even after you dump it into a bowl 🤣
Just imagine giving them this bad boy and being like "Bon appetit!" :D
I like to think they'd be horrified 🥰 Thank you so much !!
Summary: I do love me a little whimsical AU, I can't lie - so this MAY go into the realms of silly, but you know what? It's going to be fun! It also may be a bit all over the place... but you know what I think it fits XD
The scenario is kinda the same for all of them - I hope that's okay!
Warnings: Some are a bit shorter/longer than others! Other than that... I don't think there's anything!
Notes: My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!
Gale
Out of everyone, Gale would probably be the most at-ease with you coming from another realm - he finds it absolutely fascinating.
He's asking questions all the time - is there magic in your universe? No?? What do you do, then??
You tell him about technology, and he is hooked. You start talking about electricity and immediately he's taking notes (mental or physical).
"I think I might actually have something you can try, Gale" you pull out of your pack a can of Coke (that somehow had survived the trip), and a tin of cranberry sauce that you had hoped to take home, before being whisked away to the land of Faerun. You offer him the can, and he just stares at it for a moment, observing it.
"And... what is this, exactly?"
"It's a drink."
"I fail to see how-" click "... Ah"
Isn't sure how the bubbles feel on his tongue - he almost spits out the drink the first mouthful he has. Doesn't mind the taste itself though - he would probably drink it flat, if he had the choice to.
"It's... Nice..." He seems mildly uncertain of this statement. "Though, I think I will stick to wine, and water..."
You telling him you can preserve food in metal near indefinitely? Pure 'teach me' moment. He will want to know EVERY secret on that front.
The tin of sauce confuses him. You tell him that it's sauce and he's eager to taste it - he's always on the look out for new flavours, as the self-declared cook in camp. Fish and potatoes can only keep you going for so long, until your tongue starts craving a new flavour.
When you present the unchanging... thing to him, he has no idea what to make of it. "That's... Not sauce. In fact, I don't even think that's edible - that looks like a health hazard."
He straight up refuses to use it that night, like he will not go near it, nor will he let it near the food.
Halsin
Halsin doesn't really talk about you being from another realm all that much - it doesn't overly concern him, now that you've got his trust.
He likes hearing stories of your life -even though you have to explain 90% of what you talk about to him, he's always eagerly listening to whatever you have to say.
Will not touch anything in a can - drink or otherwise.
"I... Do not feel right in trying this... my apologies."
You will not be able to convince him, whatever you try and do, he just... Doesn't want to listen to anything about that. If you keep trying to push him on the subject, he'll probably end up just walking away.
Though he's aware that preserving foods is probably a good idea for the long run, but after having heard the fizz from the can of coke? That's... A no go, for the time being.
Astarion
Astarion couldn't care less where you came from - so long as you're not going to stab him in the back, he's fine with you. You could be a crawling claw for all he cares - so long as you don't hurt him he really does not care.
Astarion doesn't typically eat anything other than his usual sanguine meals now that his affliction is out in the camp. This doesn't stop him from making snide comments on the food, though. And he makes especially snide comments when it comes to drinks - which he still partakes in quite happily.
"What do you mean... Fizzy?" His lips draw up slightly in a half-sneer, not being particularly drawn to the idea of... Whatever it was you were offering him. Though, he supposed, because it was you... He'd give it a go.
He manages to keep the beverage in his mouth after a sip, but the face he makes is beyond a grimace - clearly, he was not expecting that many bubbles.
Now when it came to the tinned sauce - or any tinned food for that matter... He'll simply laugh. "Now, I know we're short on supplies, darling, but... I don't think you'll get anyone to eat that."
"Let me put it this way... If something like that was for my meal, I'd be running for the hills! ... And probably washing my mouth out with soap..."
"I am so glad I do not have to pretend I'm eating with you... Because that-" He points emphatically to the can-shaped food. "Would not, and will not, be going anywhere near my lips!"
Wyll
Wyll is curious about the realm you come from, but doesn't normally pry. He figures that, if you're going to reveal anything about your home land, you'll do it in your own time, when you're comfortable. If you start talking about your home and your life, Wyll will do the same, to show that he's not taking the conversation for granted.
Wyll actually LIKES carbonated beverages. He savours the feel on his tongue - it's like nothing else he's ever had before, and he's instantly wanting more. If you ever do figure out the realm-hopping thing, you'll have to bring him some more - possibly some different brands or flavours for him to try.
"So... These beverages... They can... Taste of flowers, and other delightful things?" Wyll hums pleasantly at this thought. "Well, I know we have... Similar things, here in Faerun, but I am most intrigued on your realms' flavours... As pleasant as it all can be, you can only handle so much of the same..."
Though canned food doesn't.... Really seem appealing to him, he'll still give it a good try! He's down to try any food at least once.
He's not keen on the appearance of the cranberry sauce, but he has some with some turkey you've roasted, and he's in love with the taste. Sure, the appearance could use some work, but beggars can't always be choosers - at least it tasted delicious!
Absolutely LOVES tinned vegetables. He's not sure why - he knows they've got a very different taste and texture to their fresher counterpart, but... There's just something about them that he can't get enough of. Tinned carrots especially.
If you give him the chance - and Gale for once isn't trying to make dinner - Wyll will try and find a way to include tinned foods. He will get everyone to like them, he's certain of it.
Karlach
Karlach LOVES hearing anything and everything about your home realm - from the mundane to the even mundane-r. You have a special tub to bathe in, not made from wood? And it has running water, like a river, that you can control?? That's one of the coolest things Karlach has heard of - and she longs for a way to try and bring that kind of plumbing to Faerun.
Karlach isn't fussed on the Coke can you offer her - she'll drink it, for sure, but if there's the option of another drink, then she'll probably opt for that first. Purely for the reason that it's a relatively new sensation compared to the other kinds of fizzy found in drinks across Faerun.
Like, fermentation has a kick, but in comparison, carbonation is a roar, that Karlach needs a little adjusting to - she has the best reaction out of the lot of them, I think.
"Whoo- that's... Hah, that's something, soldier... And how often do you drink this? Once a day? ... Several? Several cans of this a day?" She laughs quietly, shaking her head. "You're braver than me at some things, soldier."
However, when it comes to tinned food... She loves it. She's not even sure why - perhaps it's just the fact that she loves food. You show her the sauce first, and she doesn't even bat an eye at the fact that the sauce had retained the shape of the can. She sniffs at it, before just picking it up and taking a bite.
"A little sharp... But not bad!" Another bite.
"You're meant to eat that with meat, Karlach,"
"Huh? .... Ah, well - still tastes good like this!"
She's not as fond of tinned veggies, but she'll still eat them. Normally dinner will now start with. "Aw, what? Don't we have anymore of that red stuff?"
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Professor Lee Know
Genre : smut
Paring : professor! Lee know x fem!reader
Synopsis : after failing your midterms your professor decided to help you for the finals.
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), breeding kink etc.
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Your Professor wasn't always too light hearted, you recognized him as strict and cold, always every formal and reserved but every time this man came into the lecture room, everyone turns silent and their heads turn, all the girls and boys.
He always had an attractive physique and an ungodly face, he was undeniably handsome, his arms were bulky, his shoulders were broad and sharp, you could see the bulging veins in his arms, his fingers were long and pretty with a pinkish taint in the knuckles.
He was head to toe built by God himself. You on the other hand was a hard working student only who tried her best to just pass university but your professor said otherwise,
He seemed to always be dissatisfied with your projects, presentations and answers. He was rough with everyone but especially you. No matter how hard you tried he always found a reason to hate your work.
" you went off topic. It's not even that hard. How are you topping every other subject?"
Your pride was humbled every time when you stood in front of the class to present.
This mid terms you seemed to piss him off more, he did seem patient but when he opened his mouth, he would humiliate you so much that everytime you would end up running out of the hall in tears. You just can't find your mistake.
" Maybe you should visit my dorm and I can show you what you can fix." he stated staring at your humiliated and tear stained face.
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Here you were in front of his dorm room at 9:00pm an hour late because you were completing assignments for another subject.
You knock at the door tired, and your professor opened the door. He was surprised to actually see you here.
" I thought you wouldn't come." he let you inside. He was in his office uniform ; white shirt and black jeans. He looked sweaty and tired from work.
You entered his room, it smelled like him, that powerful cologne and soft yet grunge smell voiding the air. You turn your head when you hear the door click behind you.
He was only centimeters away from you, you could make out the outline of his muscles from his drenched white shirt and the tension filled the air.
You were so stunned you froze, your tired eyes jolting wide open as you look up at him. " what are you doing?"
Seconds later there you were on your knees, your mouth latched on to his cock as he sat in the edge of his bed, half naked with his boxers and pants gone.
His hand pushing your head up and down on his cock. " I knew you wanted me to fuck you." he groaned as you licked his slit
" you would never pass if you didn't come here tonight." he chuckled at himself as you choked on a moan. He admitted you had the best projects, presentations and test results but he only wanted to see how you cried.
He pushed your head faster making you gag hard around his cock, " The truth is, your only way to pass is this! So take that cock well you slut." your face turned red at that name he gave you.
When you licked his tip, his entire torso was shaking as he immediately pulled out cumming all over your face and inside your mouth asking you to swallow it.
He's never had any orgasm as great as this, you didn't do anything special but here he cumming his hardest when all you did was lick his tip.
" Don't you think you should work a little harder to pass the next exam?" he stared at you as you were about to leave, still leaning on the edge of his bed smirking at you as you looked at him stunned, with wide eyes.
He was already dazed leaning back on his elbows and whimpering after the wave of euphoria. His eyes looked at you through his half-lidded lust filled eyes, he got up and gave you a towel to wipe his cum off of your face.
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The next thing you knew your bags and clothes were scattered in the floor in a pile of his and your legs were spread open for him to see what ached there.
" you would do it for free princess, I just know it, even if it weren't for the exam, I know you would be at my doorstep because I gave you a chance." he belittled you. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feels his breathe push against your leaking core. So wet it's already dripping onto his sheets and soaking it.
And with just the slightest of taste he craved for more. " Shit. Could've missed out in this if I didn't ask you to come here." he whispered to himself but you heard it.
He licked a fat stripe top to bottom of your core before slowly inserting his tongue inside, and directly stared at you with a mischievous evil grin. As you let out huffs and soft whines.
And just in seconds you came down with a mind blowing orgasm and stuffed his face, he lapped up all your juices like a hungry mad-man.
" it would be shameful if I asked you to come to my office and someone saw us." he got up. Placing your dazed off body on it's belly with your pretty head on a pillow that was him-scented. He lifts your hips up and rubs his tip against your entrance.
" Don't you want it? If you don't want it tell me, I won't cut your earned marks." he said smirking.
" w-want... I Want it, please fill me up with your babies." you babble in your post-orgasm state.
He smirked already knowing what you'd say even before asking that dumb question but only said it wanting to hear you beg. But he was genuinely shocked to hear that from you. Breeding kink
" Then take my cock in like a good slut." you whined as the huge stretch took you by surprise.
" S-so big s-so good." you moaned. " I'm your good girl, your baby girl." you babled, if you heard what you said you would die out of embarrassment.
" Good girl? But good girls don't come to their professor's dorm... An hour late."
He started to start off with a crazy pace. Knocking you up like he's been craving for this for years. Not caring if it was hurting you or not.
He's losing his mind at how tight it is. " who taught you to take this big cock? How are you still breathing?" he groaned feeling you quiver under him.
But you've never had any dick bigger than his, it was your first time taking such a big dick and you too wondered how you were still functioning.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as drool slipped and soaked his pillow, it felt so good. What turned you on even more is that he was your professor.
He leaned over your back and moved the hair to the side and sucked the skin behind your ear, a tingling feeling made you much more closer to your orgasm than before.
The soft grunts and vibrating hums and moans sounding in your ear that slipped past his parted lips almost had you falling flat on your stomach.
" It feels good doesnt it? You don't know how much I wanted you but youre too blind." he whispered in your ear.
" H-how could I? There so many girls who want Y-you, Y-you always humiliate me like Y-you hate me, fuck I thought you hated me. D-do you know how much time I've spent crying over Y-you?"
His face changed feeling a bit bad and guilty for you.
" well I'm sorry, I didn't think it would hurt you that bad. But how would I have the chance to ask you to come to my dorm room if you were a good student ?" he was right if you didn't do bad how would you end up being here?
He thrusted even faster his hips faltering, it hit you so good, he touched all your g-spots with every thrust, he could tell you were close by the way you were babbling and moaning his name so much and so loudly.
" shh don't want to wake the others up do we? You could always come to me if you need to pass any exam." he whispered in your ear as you came so hard.
You had the hardest orgasm of your life. The feeling was too much to handle. It was probably the thought of your professor fucking you dumb for you to pass an exam.
He kept on thrusting and Chased his high, his pace was sloppy but still so fast and there he was filling you up to the brim, balls deep inside your cunt, he came so hard just because he fucked you, he always had the best orgasms and came the hardest thinking about you.
He was shaking, he was more fucked out than you. He spent 20 minutes in subspace before he got up to clean you.
" come on I'll drive you home tonight." he checked his watch and put your pants on.
#kpop#skz lee know#Lee know smut#Skz smut#lee know x reader#Lee know x y/n#straykids lee know#Smut#Straykids#Straykids smut#Lee Minho smut#Lee minho
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Could we get a fic where the reader is a simp for buggy? Like he overhears them
omg YES! sorry for the wait, I'm not quite satisfied with how it turned out but I still hope you'll enjoy. 💕
Synopsis: Is it just your imagination, or is your captain flirting with you?
Warnings: Tiny bit of insecure Buggy, but otherwise none.
Tags: GN! Reader, a bit of Misunderstanding, not proofread, Reader is downbad for the clown just like me tbh
"And for my next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!"
The whole circus tent fell dead silent, all hostaged villagers facing the ground in hope not to be chosen. You sat among them, arms crossed in front of your chest and laid back on the chair as Buggy scanned the room.
Actually you had been ordered to keep an eye on your victims, but instead your gaze was permalocked on your captain - especially now that he had tossed away his coat.
Damn.
You bit your lip at the sight of Buggy's skin shimmering softly under the spotlight, highlighting how his muscles flexed as he confidently strode from row to row.
Oh, the things you'd to for him to take off some more clothes...
The clown came to a halt, clearly announcing something yet you were too caught up in some very impure fantasies to notice.
"What's wrong, Y/N? Stagefright?"
The prisoners insincere laugh started at your crewmate's sign, and you automatically went along with it, even though your mind was still currently stuck with adoring this trademark smile of his that made your knees weak even while sitting...
...wait- what the hell did he just say?!
"Y/N?" A severed hand floated in front of your face, waving frantically as it startled you out of your daydream. The man it belonged to followed shortly after, sounding almost worried. "You're alright over here?"
"I- uh, me?" you pointed to yourself with a puzzled expression, all flabbergasted at the situation you suddenly found yourself in. "Why me?"
"You'll see." Buggy winked and you already felt like fainting, dear god how were you supposed to assist him with anything when you couldn't even string together a whole sentence in his presence?
And yet the clown was stubbornly persistent in his demand.
When waving you over wouldn't suffice, he simply grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you from your seat and into the spotlight, his bright grin never faltering.
What shenanigan did he had in mind this time? And why would he want you of all people to help him out?
"A great applause for Y/N - tonight's top act!" You rose an eyebrow, knowing Buggy hated to share the spotlight, let alone give it to someone else...
...yet before you could end your pondering, Buggy took your hand as be bowed down to your height, kissing your knuckles as he looked up to you with an intense stare.
ShitshitshitshitshitSHIT!
Your mind went completely blank, stomach filling to the brim with metaphorical butterflies that made you wanna puke.
The act didn't even start and you already wanted the earth to swallow you before he'd become aware of the effect you had on him.
Buggy's eyes never left yours even when he spinned on his heels and strolling towards a giant wheel. "Our dear Y/N is a very skilled fighter, I'll have you know" he explained and you wondered what it was he wanted to imply...
...until he commanded two of the other performers to strap him to the wheel. "What kind of pirate would I be if I don't prove my fearlessness?"
Does he want you to do what you think he wants you to do? Is he for real?! Fuck, is he crazy? Of course he kinda is, you know him long enough to be sure of that - but does he have a deathwish or something?!
You were mentally debating whether to listen to your fight or flight instinct, however you decided to just walk up and confront him at least about the current matter.
"C-Captain, I can't-"
"Shh." A sole finger of his covered your lips to keep you from refusing. "This is gonna be great. I trust you with my life, sweetheart"
Your eyes widened for a split second as the nickname dropped from his mouth, but before you could make sense of it Buggy pointed somewhere to shoo you away. "The knives are on the barrel next to the entrance...
...Oh, and Y/N? Believe in yourself."
Gosh, hopefully people think you're sweating so much because of the headlights.
Maybe it is a test, you contemplated as you examined the blade in your hand, trying to get a good grip before starting the action. Not exactly a throwing knife, but it'll suffice.
Yeah, you haven't really been useful up until now, at least when it came to the circus.
Of course you worked as hard as everyone else and no one rushed you to find a talent you could show off in here, but sometimes it felt as if you were just not as special as the rest of the crew.
"They'll never understand your worth, Y/N - but I do."
Buggy's words echoed in your head, lifting up your spirits as you remembered the day your paths crossed. Like many of his crew you were an outcast, lonely and misunderstood - until he came along and reduced the town that abused you all those years into rubble and ashes.
Yes, he indeed saved you from a meaningless life. Gave you a home, a family, a purpose. And you'd do everything he'd ask of you to at least repay a fraction of this tremendous debt.
Buggy the Clown was your hero, your idol...
...and the man you had fallen head over heels for from the very start.
You took a deep breath, earning a proud nod of your superior as your stance became serious.
The first knive hit the right side of his forearm. Five more to go.
"C'mon, don't be so soft on me, love. I know you can go closer without doing any harm." Ugh. Your crush sometimes really made you forget how insufferable he can be.
Another, this time right between his legs. "Now that's more like it" he cackled, nervously adding "Be careful with that part, though. Still need it, if you know what I mean."
Would he shut up already instead of making you even more jittery?! Focus, Y/N, focus!
The remaining knives plunged into the wooden wheel easily. One by his foot, one next to his head, one right between his spead fingers.
Buggy wordlessly gesticulated as far as his restrained self could, and you immediately understood - you didn't like the suggestion, however.
Loud gasps mixed with horrified screams as your last blade had pierced his abdomen right in the middle...
...just for him to put himself together as if nothing happened, rushing to your side again through all the turmoil.
You nudged his side, unusually straightforwards for your standards. "I could've hurt you, killed even, idiot!" you scolded him quiet enough that only his ears would perceive.
"Childsplay" he whispered back, and only now you realized just how close his face was to yours. "I just needed to split myself in two before your knive would."
"How could you be so sure about it?"
"I'm an expert at human nature" he bragged cheekily, "And a great duo like us should know each other inside out, right?"
What? A duo, you and him?
Just a few minutes before you were certain that the captain was indifferent to your existence, asides from your function in his crew...
...if only you knew that your feelings for him were the complete opposite of onesided - Buggy was just way more discrete.
Out of a whim, Buggy kissed your cheek before twirling you around., presenting you to the audience one last time. "Another applause for Y/N, our new shining star!" he cheered along with your crewmates, squeezing your hand and bowing down together...
...only for you to flee the scene as soon as your captain released you.
The show went on for another few minutes, with Buggy unable to concentrate ever since you ran away before he could even react.
Of course your crewmates knew very well what was going on. Your not-so-secret crush was basically known amongst the whole team except for the man in question. But they had promised you to keep it to themselves - and honestly, they knew better than to involve themselves into their emotionally instable captain's private life.
After all deeds of the evening were done, the clown rushed backstage, ignoring the celebrating crew inviting him for drinks.
As if he could even think to enjoy himself before making sure you were alright!
"Did I do something wrong?" he still wondered, since all of his efforts were with only the utmost best intent. Maybe he went a little overboard, though.
"Calm down already, would you?" Buggy stopped in his tracks when he heared Cabaji's voice - out of your dressing room.
After he finally got so close to you tonight, this felt like a punch to the gut.
"How can I ever be calm again?!" you blurted out in response, and your captain couldn't help but eavesdrop what this is about.
"He kissed me" you continued, "I-I mean on the cheek, but that counts, right?" Dramatically throwing your hands into the air, you began frantically rubbing your still hot face. "I can never look at him again, ahh!"
Oh.
Guilt started creeping into his heart, alongside an ache that was all too familiar.
How could he have been so blind?
Of course you were just as repulsed and afraid of him as anyone else would. What was he thinking, kissing you just like that? It was the heat of the moment paired with months of unrequited longing, but nonetheless unexcusable.
He needs to apologize and make up for this, no matter how...
...but then, he heared Cabaji's answer.
"Wasn't this exactly what you wanted, though?" Your friend leaned against a wardrobe, half-irritatedly adding "Seriously, I can't listen to you vent about this little crush any longer. Just confess and get it over with, damnit!"
"Little? That's the understatement of the year!" you blurted out, grabbing the green man by the shoulders and shaking him softly. "I swear, this is getting out of hand. If the captain would ask me to suck him off while he's sitting on his throne, I'd gladly accept."
"Ugh, way too much detail" Cabaji shuddered, making you cackle with a bit of glee. "I'll never get this image out of my head."
"Can you blame me?" Without even being aware, your frown turned into a smile as soon as you began talking about Buggy. "The captain is so handsome. He's strong, talented, funny, and incredibly charming as well!"
"...if you're gonna start your usual dialogue, I'd rather leave" he retorted, already picking up and swinging onto his unicycle. "Want to join us, get a drink or something to cheer you up?"
"No, I'm fine dwelling in my self-made misery, thank you." Cabaji smirked at those words, patting your back as means of comfort befor exiting. "Dramaqueen. See you later!"
"Bye." You forced yourself to crack a smile for the man, nodding at him mutely as if to say "I'm gonna be okay."
However, it didn't take long after he left until another knock at your door made you jump.
"Forgot something?" you assumed it was Cabaji again, because who else could you expect while everyone else was partying right now?
No answer.
Sighing, you cocked your head to the direction oft the entrance, ready to cuss someone out...
...and ultimatively almost falling when you saw who was really lurking in the doorframe.
"C-Captain!" you almost yelled in shock, covering your mouth instantly afterwards, out of embarassment.
A smile tugged on the edge of Buggy's lips, his tone unusual gentle as he sheepishly let himself in. "The one and only."
"What-" you stumbled across every syllable, very awkwardly trying to act cool yet panicking on the inside. "Umm, what are you doing here? Drank too much and got lost again? Hahaha...oh god."
Your anxiety skyrocketed with every second passing that he failed to answer - instead chuckling softly at your cringeworthy joke.
"Nope" the clown finally answered, casually dropping down on the bench right next to you. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
"Wh-" Hesitating if you truly wanted to hear the answer, you took a deep breath to get at least a fraction of the composure he'd always, unknowingly, easily stole from you back. "Did you hear us talk?"
"Huh? No, why?" Buggy acted clueless to spare you the embarassment - but oh, if only you knew what thrill was boiling inside of him because of your earlier words. "Badmouthing your captain maybe?"
He winked and you felt yourself tremble in both excitement and relief. "Haha, never! We respect you way too much for that."
Yeah, you still have a chance to not fuck this up entirely!
"What else did you come here for, then?"
The pirate would look anywhere but your eyes, grabbing a random item from the shelf to fidget with, in order to calm then nerves. "Just wanted to congratulate you on the marvellous performance."
"Oh, most of it wasn't my work, right?" Not daring to look at him, you nervously rubbed the back of your head. "I-I mean I could only shine because your light shines so brightly"
Ohmygodwhatthehelldidyoujustsay?! This is the worst...
...or is it?
Stroking his ego like this is dangerous if you intended to keep your pants on tonight, or so he thought.
"My dear, I guarantee you: Together our star shines even brighter as the sun." Buggy would take both of your hands into his much bigger ones, his watercolor eyes scanning your face for any reaction. "As matter of fact, I want you to always be at my side from now on."
In the show, right? RIGHT?!
A chill ran down your spine when you felt Buggy's warm breath on your ear, his lips only inches away from yours. "What are you thinking about, love?"
Hellshitfuckohmygodisthisreallyhappening?!
"...you did hear us."
Even though he found your little pout adorable, Buggy couldn't help the outburst of laughter, seemingly enjoying your annoyance to the effect he had on you...
...well, it certainly fits his character. Asshole.
"Maybe so." A mixture of mischief and genuine joy was written on his face, managing to turn your frown into an almost-smile. "Would it be that bad?"
"Depends on-"
The man wouldn't even leave time to finish your answer before he pulled you into his lap, now grinning from ear to ear.
"You know, maybe it's time for a more private aftershow-party..."
#buggy#buggy / reader#buggy x you#buggy opla#opla#one piece netflix#one piece#self insert#writing#oneshot#fanfiction#anon#request
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It's nighttime and I've just been served a mitw and fitpac BANQUET this afternoon so now it's delulu time WOOOOOOOOOH (this is a long post I am so sorry)
I can't stop thinking about how possessive Mike was of Pac around Fit, the way he threatened Fit every time Pac wasn't around to hear it, threatening Fit's son, saying "I don't trust you, I don't want you near him anymore".
It's mainly because Mike thinks Fit knew where Mike was being kept frozen, his suspicions almost confirmed when Fit confessed that his latest cleaning job was situated in a remote location that snowed.
But I feel that deep down, that aggression and possessiveness also comes from the realization that Pac started to get attached to Fit after he was away for so long, he was starting to be less dependable on Mike.
He may not love Pac romantically, but he'll never let someone else break the chains that tie them to each other, their codependency is a double-edge sword and it's worse than they would both like to admit, but they wouldn't change it for the world.
Imagine the scorching feeling of betrayal he must have felt when Pac sided with Fit and the others, telling him that he was crazy and torturing him for information he simply doesn't know or his mind is too foggy to remember.
You can also notice two different changes in Mike's behaviour.
First: complacency. He's just been rescued and he's not quite sure what happened, he can't process much information, he seems subdued, if not a bit delusional. He keeps asking for his mininim, his little baby, and Pac's just frozen like a deer on headlights, unsure of how to even BEGIN to tell him that their child is gone. Mike's usual personality is very strong-willed and stubborn, seeing this die-hard anarchist hug Cucurucho on a whim was almost whiplash inducing.
Second: erratic thoughts and actions. After the focus of their conversation shifts from Richas and Walter Bob to Fit and the other island residents that Pac has been spending time with, it's almost like a switch turns inside Mike's head and he starts becoming more erratic, aggressive, borderline insane. Pac takes Mike to the TubChunk so he can get to know the machines and factories and as soon as Pac crashes due to the lag, Mike tells Fit that he's going to murder Ramon and then pretends he never did such a thing.
When they're walking Mike keeps dropping books to Fit and when Pac accidentally takes one and reads it he drops it immediately to Fit, he wasn't expecting such a direct threat coming from him, let alone one directed at a child.
And the clips of Fit conversations with Mike, dear god, I can almost imagine Mike's death stare at Fit, telling him he knows he's not just a janitor for the Federation, with the purpose of infiltrating for information gathering, because if that was the case why didn't he share with the others the information he found until now?
Fit's teeth clench because that motherfucker just threatened his son and is now accusing him of not actually being on their side, on the side of the people that want to destroy the Federation.
He either denies or keeps his mouth shut because he knows he doesn't have the stance to argue otherwise.
Towards the end of their interaction in Walter Bob's house, Mike seems more chill and "himself", he gets excited with Forever's plan to break as many Federation rules as they can simultaneously, but something's still keeping him on edge.
"I don't trust you near Pac, I don't want you to be near him again."
Mike takes his scythe and Fit brandishes his shield while walking away, he still has hope that Mike didn't mean those things he said. Mike hits him once, and then is gone.
When Pac is asked what he thinks about the things Mike is saying, he's so confused with what he should do and who he should trust, but ends up answering: "I have to trust Mike because I don't have a choice".
Could anyone have expected otherwise? Those two are glued to each other, when Pac got kidnapped Mike was furious, when Mike got kidnapped Pac was devastated. Their worst fear is losing each other, no prison or cage could ever compare to the loneliness they feel without their other half. Their connection is safety and comfort, but also a slow poison, it can either make them stronger against everything else or become the reason for their downfall.
They're too far into this to stop now.
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A Little Push
Part of my Birthday Bash!
Request: “Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up!” with our man Roy of course.
Roy Kent x Reader
0.7k words
Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of alcohol, Jamie playing Cupid
For someone who invited you to join the team for dinner, Roy had barely said a word to you all night. Not that you minded, not when you kept catching him stare at you across the restaurant as you chattered with Keeley and Rebecca.
The two of you had been playing this game for a few weeks now. Catching the other staring, laughing a smidge too hard at each other's jokes, both of you starting to say something and then abruptly stopping yourselves.
It would be cute if it wasn't also complete torture.
Something had you determined to end the game tonight. Maybe you were riding the high of the team's beautiful victory on the pitch. Maybe it was all the shots Keeley had insisted on. Maybe it was the way Jamie followed Roy's gaze to you, smirking when he saw just who the gaffer was staring at, like he KNEW something. Or maybe it was the simple fact that Roy looked REALLY good tonight.
Whatever it was, you quietly detached yourself from Keeley and Rebecca to make your way to the ladies room, not missing the way Roy's eyes followed you.
In front of the mirror, you reminded yourself of all the times you'd caught Roy staring at you. Of all the times he'd sought you out at work for a quick chat that turned into at least twenty minutes of laughing. Of the way you often saw Jamie nudge him and point in your direction. Roy liked you, you assured yourself. One of you just needed to make the first move.
And you supposed it could be you.
With a firm nod at your reflection, you left the ladies room, making a beeline for the bar, where Roy had been chatting with Jamie for at least a half hour now. You stared at the back of the gaffer's head as you approached, ready to tap him on one of those broad shoulders and ask if he'd like to take off, go grab a drink somewhere away from your coworkers.
But his conversation stopped you dead in your tracks.
"You're a fucking child," Roy was scoffing at Jamie. "An absolute infant."
Jamie's eyes lit up when he glimpsed you over Roy's shoulder, but he made no move to acknowledge you. "Oh, you're saying you don't like her then? The way you've been staring at her all night, over there with Keeley and Rebecca, says otherwise, Coach." He smirked, a flash of the old Jamie on his face. "Maybe I'll ask her out meself then."
Even from behind, you could see Roy tense up. "Tartt, you can't- she's- it's fucking-"
All Jamie did was raise a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Are you actually blushing?"
"No!" Roy cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly, the way he often did around you. "Shut up."
Jamie looked over Roy's shoulder at you, his smirk now a smile. You couldn't help but smile back, thankful for the striker's ability to rile up his coach enough to confirm that Roy was just as wound up as you were. "Well," Jamie continued in a loud voice. "If you're not asking her out, I will." He nodded to you with a sly wink. "Fancy a drink sometime?"
Roy whipped around so fast you thought his neck would join his knee in being permanently damaged. His eyes were wide and, as Jamie said, he was indeed blushing furiously. "Shit," he grumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Although you were answering Jamie, your eyes never left Roy's. "Sorry, Jamie," you hummed. "I was actually coming over here to ask Roy the same question."
Clearly unperturbed by your ‘rejection’, Jamie clapped a hand to Roy’s shoulder, shooting you both a toothy grin. “I think my work here is done.” With a wink to you, he was gone.
Shock still covered Roy’s bearded face. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked quietly, eyebrows scrunched together.
“Enough,” you answered simply. “So, how about it, Roy?” You imitated Jamie’s voice as best you could. “‘Fancy a drink sometime?’”
The smile that spread across Roy’s face had your heart soaring. “As long as you don’t fucking talk like that prick all night,” he chuckled, “I’m in.”
You reached out and took your hand in his, relishing how warm and perfect it felt in yours. “It’s a date.”
#tally's birthday bash#request ❤️#he's here he's there he's every fucking where#roy kent#roy kent x reader#roy kent fanfic#roy kent fic#roy kent fanfiction#roy kent imagine#ted lasso#ted lasso fic#ted lasso fanfic#ted lasso fanfiction
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AFAB LISTENER IS GIVING BIRTH!!
whose fainting?
shaw pack
David: unexpected but my man is going DOWN right at the end,nursers had escorted his ass out because they ain't got no space for 6'9 man to faint in the room,he doesn't like to talk about it
Asher: had to leave for a few minutes otherwise he will faint but held on good 👍 rubs in David's face whenever possible
Milo: actually didn't and stayed the whole time, sweetheart is so proud ,they bring it up whenever giving birth is mentioned in conversation 10/10 would recommend
solaire clan
Vincent: almost did! holding his breath so hard the doctors had to physically shake him and tell him to breathe ,cried so hard too you'd think he's the one that gave birth
Sam: man was probably side by side with the doctor helping him,if not ,my dude is right beside you telling nursers n healers left n right while reassuring you and holding your hand, either way,he👏is👏 not 👏fainting 👏
Porter (I know he still ain't here but let me have this): oh he going down ,he is crying, heaving, sobbing EVERYTHING,then he will faint half way through, won't wake up until after you're done too, pathetic,would not recommend DO NOT TAKE HIM WITH U HE WILL JUST MAKE IT HARDER ON EVERYBODY
Fred:byeee byeeee he would fall just like he did in wonderworld-
DAMN CREW
Gavin: won't faint,will actually be so calm, reassuring and supporting ,it made everything go easier 200/10 take him along
Damien: he knows what's happening,he knows what's going up ,he knows what's going down,and he's going down with it I tell you,he just,like Vincent,held his breath too long that he fainted, unlike Vincent,he wasn't crying,he was very calm on the outside,so no one noticed that his breath stopped until he let it out and went out beside it , take him but be careful of his breathing
Huxley :he would cry ,he would cry so hard,but not faint,you need him by your side,he can't just faint and leave,take him if you don't mind crying
lasko: bro would faint on the ride to the hospital,do not take him
demons
avior: would Dance on the dridge of unconsciousness but snap out of it for you,take him with u bc he be very reassuring
vega: *side eyeing u so hard* this is your choice?? he won't faint if that's what u want,but he won't do nothing other then stare at u
cam: would need a moment but other then that ,take him and be assured that you won't regret it
brachuim: bro has seen death ,you really think he would faint?? no you wouldn't,but he did anyway
project meridian
James:grab him and take him with you 10/10 won't faint and will reassure you every step of the way
Anton: he will not faint but he will cry so hard so please be prepared for tears and sobbes with your soft supportive words ,do take with you though it's anton we all love Anton
Marcus: he Will probably leave you on read if you tell him( both irl and if you call/text him)
others
Aaron:bye bye bitch he is gone halfway through
Elliot: surprisingly held up the whole way
Ivan: out like a light the moment the child start showing
guy:HE DIDN'T FAINT,WE ARE STILL STUDYING THIS PHENOMENAL EVENT
Blake: bro is in some kind of cult where they kidnapped literal demons, giving birth ain't shit
goerdi:he was here and he was gone
hush: he's seen "scarier" shit , would probably ask you dump questions till you kick him out
#redacted asmr#redactedasmr#redactedverse#redacted project meridian#redacted shaw pack#redacred asmr#redactedaudio#redacted verse#redacted audio
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Hiya moose!
I am craving for some cozy levihan where Levi thinks to himself how lucky he is to have Hange besides him and him getting extra wuggly cuddly. Hehe.
Lazy mornings just like this are Levi's favorite.
The quietest moment of the quiet days when he knows he's not needed elsewhere - there is no meeting he has to attend, no report to write, no training to oversee, no expedition to prepare to.
The world outside fades to the background, ceases to exist altogether, and what's left is only Levi, his warm and cozy bed, the fluffy blanket that he spent half of his salary to purchase and since then not once regretted doing so, the rare rays of sunshine filtering through heavy curtains, and, most importantly, a person that he's sharing all of it with.
Levi slightly shifts, peeking at them beneath half-lidded eyes. He watches how the rhytmic raise and fall of their chest, listens to the quiet snores that at some nights seem obnoxious, but right now, he finds them utterly adorable, raises a hand to sweep away the bangs that get in their face.
Hange is beautiful, even if they haven't showered for days at end, even with eyes bloodshot and face pale from exhaustion, even covered in grime and blood, they're always beautiful to Levi. But this Hange - relaxed and at peace, and so warm in his hands - is the one he loves to look at the most.
He's probably the only one who had seen them like this. He's the sole bearer of the sacred knowledge that they sleep with their mouth slightly open, that they take up too much space in bed, that at nights they tuss and turn, but in the mornings always end up in his arms somehow.
It's in the mornings such as this that Levi lets himself wonder how he got so damn lucky.
Despite his mighty title of humanity's strongest soldier and his performance during expeditions, he knows he's not a match to Hange, not really. They're brilliant in ways he can't even comprehend, and they're kind in ways that always catch him off-guard.
And Hange is so many other things too. They're funny and sometimes sweet, they're strong and so, so brave, and it's in the moments like this one, where there is no danger, no threat looming over their future that Levi asks himself what they've found in him.
They must have found something, otherwise why would they be in his bed right now? Why would they pick him out of literally everybody else?
There must be a reason, a far deeper one than his fighting skills that Hange can gush about for hours on end, or his dry humor that seems to endlessly amuse them, or his face and body that, when they're alone, Hange can't stop complimenting.
There must be something unique about him, something that Hange's brilliant mind picked up on and their incredibly kind heart decided to embrace. But that, Levi decides, is a conversation meant for long and cold nights, not lazy and warm mornings.
"You're staring like a creep, you know?" Hange whispers, catching him off guard. He didn't even notice that they have woken up. "Can't get enough of my handsome face, eh?"
"Can't understand how I got involved with a nuisance like you," he retorts and instantly chastices himself for it. It's not what he meant to say, it's what he was thinking at all, but Hange - brilliant, kind Hange - sees right through him, knowing better than anyone that in moments such as this one - what his mouth says and he actually feels are two very different things.
They snuggle closer to him, placing a head onto his chest and mumble, still a bit sleepy and so, so cute, "And yet you love that nuisance."
Levi kisses the crown of their head and for once - makes an effort to be honest, "That I do," he confesses softly.
Hange looks up at him, meets his eyes and gives him a smile so gentle that it snatches all breath out of his lungs.
He pulls them closer, eager to taste that smile on his lips.
The kiss is soft at first, nearly chaste, but Levi knows it'll grow much more heated, that much more passionate soon.
Lazy morning like this one, after all, are only meant for love making and joy.
#lazy mornings are indeed the best!#i a person who wrote this after i woke up at 3 pm can confirm it!!#levihan
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Sorry if this is confusing this is the first request I ever made.
I was wondering if you could do a Wilbur soot x fem or gn reader (romantic)
Where it’s the like the very beginning of the relationship and you’re helping him model for his next merch drop then he sees you in the merch and his is like “OoOooHhhhHH mY GOodnESS I WANt tO maRrY You!!”
This would 100% happen and nobody can convince me otherwise.
Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (romantic)
My Merch
"You are the best for doing this." Are the first words out of Wilbur's mouth when you show up at his flat. He's grinning at you, leaning on his doorframe.
"You can always show your gratitude by giving me free merch." You answer, ducking under his arm to enter. He laughs, shutting the door and following you into his living room area.
"As if you weren't going to get free merch just for being my girlfriend."
You shrug, secretly thrilled at hearing him call you that. He hasn't been your official boyfriend for too long, so just hearing that gives you butterflies. It feels like love.
"What's the plan?"
Wilbur had texted you exactly twenty-four minutes ago panicking about not having a female model for his merch. Being the only one who actually thinks logically in your relationship, you volunteered to model with him. It'd be fun!
"I have a blank wall and a phone camera, so that should be good enough. Photoshop exists for a reason, and I'm still logged into Tommy's account he uses for thumbnails."
"If it works." You shrug.
"It should. Thank you so fucking much for this. You have no idea how much it means to me."
"I wasn't doing anything, why not be with you?"
His grin widens, cheeks dusting a light pink. "Okay. You can change in my room, I put the merch in there. Just dig through the piles until you find your size, they aren't organized at all."
"Of course they aren't." You sigh.
"I was a bit busy panicking to organize them all!" He defends himself.
For some reason that makes you laugh, heading into his room and softly shutting the door. Sure enough, there are four large piles of different merch near his closet. Statistically speaking, your size couldn't be too hard to find.
Luck is on your side because you find your size in everything fairly quickly. He didn't tell you which one to wear first so you just grab the one closest to you and throw it on. Pausing momentarily to fix your hair in the mirror on his wall, you head out to him.
"Walking down the runway is I, Wilbur Soot's personal merch model." You joke, doing a little twirl at the end of the hallway to show off the sweater.
Wilbur's eyes are wide, staring at you. He's silent for far too long, not even seeming to be having a coherent thought.
"Wil?" You ask, a little confused. "What's wrong?"
"You look stunning." He blurts out. "Wow. I need to kiss you, like, right now."
Relieved, you laugh and walk up to him. He doesn't seem to be moving any time soon with how he's still staring at you.
You loop your arms around his neck and his instinctively go around your waist. When you lean up, he tilts his head down to meet your lips in a long kiss.
"You're getting five hundred pieces of my merch." He swears when you pull away.
"I look that good, huh?" You tease.
"Yes," Wilbur answers seriously. "Fucking- yes."
Taken off guard, your lips part in surprise. You didn't expect him to answer so quickly, and certainly not so reverently. He takes his chance to kiss you again.
"Are you going to take any photos or just kiss me the entire time? Not that I'm complaining."
"Who says I can't do both?" He asks. “You know I love you, right?”
Although you’re not exactly sure where he’s going with this, it still makes you feel like a little kid with a crush.
“And I love you.” You respond, fully meaning it.
“Remember that in a year or two for me.”
“What?” He smiles at you in response. “Wait, what does that mean?!”
“Photo time!”
“Wilbur!”
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x you#wilbur x you#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur x reader#dsmp#mcyt#wilbur dream smp#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur mcyt
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Hmmm this has been rattling in my head for a little bit. Irl I’m very particular about who can call me what version of my name or nick name, so could we maybe get some feral Ghost and/or König who lose their shit when some other person refers to their darling as Love or Liebling? Cause essentially I feel like both of them have used those new names so much that they’re pretty much ingrained into their Darlings and have the potential for magic even by non magical folk? Akin to True Name vibes? I’m not sure. Here’s my idea, go wild!!
OOOOH I have been wanting to talk about their nicknames for a while, yes yes yes. I will do some fic(one for both Darling's names) and some authors notes under a read more because I have MANY thoughts.
You don't think you've ever seen König this mad. He is dripping with it, seething under his hood in a way you think you could see even if he wasn't holding a man by his neck.
König's fingers dig into the expose brick of the shop, fastening the man where he's held, threatening to give his neck the same treatment. Everything about him is unnaturally angled and sharp, positively vibrating malice. You've never been scared of him before --not properly at least-- but you're starting to think maybe you should be. The fae man he's caught certainly looks scared.
"Das ist nichts für dich, du sprichst diesen Namen nicht," You don't think König is speaking to him, he's talking to the shop. He says it loud enough for the rest of the patrons, magical and otherwise, to hear. It's strange, you don't recognize his voice. You know it's König, you can see him, but his voice is commanding, speaking word to law in a way that seems to write it in the very air you're breathing.
You didn't think it was so offensive when the guy called you Liebling, König calls you that all the time. It's as close to a name as any of the fae in your store have heard for you, of course they'd use it to try and be polite. Although, now that you think about it, this is the first time one of them has tried it.
The fae pinned to your wall is starting to look more insectoid than human. Eyes bulging and fingers long and awkwardly jointed as it claws at König's grip.
"You can't kill anyone in the store," You say, because you don't know what else to say. When König's turns his furious gaze on you, you know why. He is an unstoppable force of nature, and you are an ant he's taken a liking to.
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"Did you hear me, Love?" You shudder, feeling your bones click together unpleasantly. You like the shop woman well enough, but that is really annoying.
"Find something else to call me." You tell her over your tea, unsure how to vocalize the wrongness that hearing her call you that inspires. She tips her head one way then another.
"But that's what Si-" You can feel yourself grit your teeth against the growl that wells in your throat. You cut her off quickly before your teeth start itching too badly and you end up biting someone.
"You don't get to call him that," She flinches back away from your tone, you can feel her overgrown pet staring at you. You recenter yourself, feeling the pleasant warmth of Simon's tethers as you calm your bite response. "Ghost," You tell her, "you call him Ghost."
"Names, right." She sighs, dragging a hand down her face, "We really need to write a guide or something."
"How to attract the obsession of your ideal man so he can never leave you." You agree, sipping your tea. You're thoroughly satisfied that you've avoided whatever crisis your bones were shuddering against.
"Babe, there is something deeply wrong with you."
Alright Author notes: Whew, I have so much to say on Names and the Darling's names. I will try to not be too rambly but also I doubt anyone is actually going to read this note lol
Love and Ghost's story is about change: as Ghost becomes more human for Love, she becomes more fae for him. I think Love absolutely becomes a part of her "true" name, and she becomes very protective of it. That's a name that Ghost has given her so she's protective of that aspect for sure, but it also becomes her. Also in a very meta-textual narrative sense she is Love. She's the embodiment of the actual emotion for Ghost. In the context of the story she's very much made for him, the universe's way of balancing him out as he's lost his connection to humanity. She's also sort of our portal into the fae au, if that makes sense, so she's the embodiment of love in that sense as well.
Love and Ghost are two people that sort of don't have a choice in loving each other. They're truly soulmates. Even with all the brain-be-gone and magical fuckery that Ghost puts Love through, she is very willing and very much finding her own ways to trap him. They're two deeply broken people that are making their way towards being whole together. Although I feel like I haven't done a good job of showing that just due to the nature of the moments in their relationship I've been showing.
This is also like, I don't want to say a spoiler but sort of, Ghost has not always been a Fae! I think his mother was fae, or had the blood at least, but Ghost was stolen and "created" in the fae wild from a semi-human child. I think this is the major debt Price holds on him: rescuing him from whatever held him in the fae wild long enough to create what Ghost became. This is also why Ghost has never created tethers, and why he's sort of overdoing it with Love. She's his first(and last) love.
Anyway on to Liebling and König: Liebling's nickname is König's Name for her. It is his. It's a part of him and his tether to her. Unlike Love, Liebling doesn't really recognize his pet name as her name so it doesn't have the same true name power over her. It does however have that sort of power for König. If he says that name and tugs on a tether it does the same thing as Love speaking Simon's full name. BUT this also means König is VERY protective of the name. It's like someone else calling her their wife, no, that's his wife.
It helps that this is the only name König has for her, and it does have an effect on her. I think Liebling very quickly really likes the pet names. They make her feel held, they make the tethers happy, they're her connection to König, and as much as she complains about the horrible nuisance he is she really does grow to love him so much. I actually think the first and last time that they say/learn each others true names are when they get fae married. But they don't really need them, they have names for each other and those feel more true than any other could.
#fae!ghost#fae!konig#fae au#Liebling and König are so cute together because they're building things together#Love and Ghost are like seeing the absolute worst of someone on the first date and deciding you're going to marry them#like Ghost did stalk her to try and make himself her perfect man#but Love got used to the brain-be-gone magic really fast and was flattered he was putting this much effort into her#anyway those are my name thoughts i hope you like them#hey also y'all are so thirsty for price and soap I see u in my ask box#bark for me
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We talk a lot about Sanji protecting Usopp, but we keep ignoring how beautiful and hot it would be for Usopp to lose his mind over somebody hurting Sanji.
There's this huge fight against another crew, and in theory, everyone has their own fights already and there aren't any problems. But turns out the guy Sanji is fighting against is a sniper or, well, a long-distance fighter and something Sanji can't win with his combat style. But he's stubborn and he keeps wanting to win because otherwise he'll feel useless (he already can't fight against women, he's not gonna let this guy do this to him).
But he's bruised and bleeding and struggling to keep up more every time, and everybody's focused on their fights so they don't pay much attention to it. It's Sanji, he'll handle it. But he can't handle it, actually, and it hurts. Mentally. Physically. Everything hurts. But he doesn't give up or ask for help because that's just the way Sanji is. The guy he's fighting against is about to pull one of his moves, and Sanji might be stubborn, but he's smart enough to know that this one is going to be the end of the fight and probably him if it keeps hurting him this way.
He's hurt and weak and breathless and scared, for once, so fucking scared. So he closes his eyes and prays for the best.
Then, all of a sudden, he hears a loud scream and incoherent cursing when a presence appears right in front of him, making him open his eyes.
"Hey, babe." Usopp smiles down at him quickly before returning his eyes to the damaged guy in front of them, preparing his slingshot for another attack. "Need a helping hand from your amazing captain Usopp?" Sanji doesn't even have the strength to talk. Too embarrassed about it. Too hurt, too. The cook presses his hands into fists and tries to stand up, failing and falling to the ground in the same second. Usopp frowns, concerned. "Love-"
"I can help! I can win! Just-" He feels like crying, but that would be more humiliating than his boyfriend having to save his ass. He keeps staring at Usopp's back, and he just feels so protected and warm by his presence that it almost makes him feel bad how nice it feels to be covered. "I can do this!"
"You can't." Usopp mutters, ready to attack again. "But that's fine. I'll just do what you can't, right?"
The cook can't fight against that logic. Their logic. His logic, to begin with. But he still feels like he hasn't done enough to help. Like he's a failure for even thinking about how romantic and good it feels to be taken care of this way for once.
But even if the frustration is still a lot, he gives in to Usopp's words. "I guess." He sees Usopp aiming at the guy, far away from them. So much Sanji can't even see him properly. His boyfriend stays quiet for a long while, his breathing is heavy and his hands are shaking. Sanji keeps hearing him curse under his breath, and he doesn't know where his funny and charismatic sniper has gone. So that raises a question: "Are- Are you mad at me? For not asking for help?"
Because it has happened before. Countless times, at this point. Usopp never gets truly mad, but he does always end up worrying too much and begging Sanji to stop fighting on his own all the time and start relying on others.
Sanji can see some sort of smile from where he's sitting. "Mad? At you?" His hands stop shaking to aim better, squinting. He never ends up answering the question, leaving it in just a sarcastic scoff. "Are you alright? How much did he hurt you?"
The cook frowns at that, holding his bleeding arm close to his chest and refusing to look down. "It's fine. Chopper will-"
"How much did he hurt you, Sanji?" His voice is way deeper now. Serious. It makes Sanji shiver under his words.
He doesn't have the heart to tell him, but he does it anyway. "My arm-"
"Legs?" Sanji ignores the shaking that suddenly takes over Usopp. "Can you move?"
"I'm sorry-"
"You have nothing to apologize for." And then, he goes back to aiming. This time it does feel like he's about to attack. "I'll protect you when you can't. I'll fight when you can't. I'll save you when you can't save yourself. I'll make people regret their actions when you can't... And this scumbag has some apologizing to do."
So Sanji watches as his boyfriend takes the other sniper down with sudden, swift movements that the cook can't even see properly and doesn't even understand, at this point. He keeps watching as Usopp beats the shit out of this random pirate because he decided to hurt him. The sniper keeps on attacking and attacking and attacking and Sanji can only see him move in front of him, cursing under his breath and hearing his name being repeated over and over again like a mantra Usopp keeps to gain courage.
The fight ends almost instantly for Sanji, the obvious winner of the fight shining over him with an exhausted smile and some wounds that aren't nearly as bad as Sanji's. "What? Impressed of your boyfriend saving your ass for once?"
Sanji doesn't know how to tell him that he has never been more in love with him.
They help him get up from the floor (Franky ends up carrying him), and nobody makes a single comment about this thing happening. Not even Mosshead, who's walking right behind him with Usopp by his side. Sanji pretends not to, but he listens to every word of the conversation.
"Well done there." Zoro keeps his monotone tone, but he always sounds a little bit happier when talking to Usopp. "I'm surprised you weren't scared to death."
Sanji senses Usopp being offended even before it happens. "Hey! Have more faith in me, idiot!" The sniper sighs. "The one thing I'm good at and you still say these things..."
He doesn't have to turn around to know Zoro's shrugging his shoulders. "I just figured you'd do your thing."
"I was scared." Sanji can't gasp at the confession, but he buries his head deeper on Franky's back. "But it's just- My feet just moved on their own." The cook knows Usopp's looking at him. He always knows. "Besides," He takes a deep breath, his next words coming out from a place deep in his heart Sanji has never seen. "I can't let anybody take him away from me."
Sanji fights the urge to jump to his arms, and decides to give in to sleep right away, not fearing who might attack from behind anymore.
Usopp will just do what Sanji can't.
#protective usopp my beloved#next is one of their children (the ocs i made and i haven't made a post abt yet bc idk if y'all would be interested) being kidnapped#and these two losing their fucking mind#short lil thing i wanted to post bc i've been working all day and i feel like i haven't posted anything#one piece#black leg sanji#usopp#sanuso#roronoa zoro#spreading the zosopp besties agenda bc zoro is always here in my sanuso things
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could you do some of your yanderes reacting to their darling maybe suddenly asking them when the two of them will break up? and then when asked what darling means, she tells them that actually she thought they were jokingly dating her and that they'll break up with her after they get bored? kinda got inspired by the other ask thats similar to this one
a/n: another ask that's been inspired by the other post hehe! i really love this idea becos of the angst potential, tbh. thank you so muh for the wonderful request and i hope i did your idea justice
warning: female reader as requested, very yandere, reader is colorblind and can't see red flags, mentions of eun-jeong somnophilia? or something like that, non-sexual nudity in mel's, descriptions of a panic attack in yeong-bae's
You had been pondering over what to do for a few weeks now.
You'd started dating your partner almost a year ago and, so far, you'd been extremely happy. In fact, everything felt like it'd been going absolutely perfectly! Your partner has been so attentive and sweet and kind that, honestly, there was nothing else you could've asked for!
Therein laid the problem.
You didn't know what to do about the fact that you were starting to fall in love with your partner.
When they had asked you out, it was something of a casual thing, nothing too serious. In fact, they had asked you out as a means to alleviate their boredom!
You'd been in love with them for so long that you had readily agreed, anything to be able to stand by their side.
Now, you knew, that had been a mistake. Now, you knew, you had to end this before you grew even more attached.
ayaka yamato ★ profile
Ayaka stared at you dumbfounded, her doe eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as the thoughts in her mind zoomed at a million miles an hour.
She felt an irritation--an anger--bubble in her chest and she so desperately wanted to lash out, wanted to scream and cry and throw something. Instead, she breathed through it and grabbed your forearm.
"What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" She asked through gritted teeth, her nails just barely digging into you.
Your eyes watered a little but not because of her obvious fury. The feelings you'd had for so long, that you'd bottled up for so long, felt like they'd burst in you, making it a bit hard to keep your composure.
"I-I just don't think this relationship is g-good for us." You finally warbled out, eyes still wet and fists clenching as you tried your hardest to at least keep some of your dignity.
Ayaka quickly scoffed but her mind was still reeling.
Was it her clinginess? Had you finally realised how poisonously possessive she was?
You had always just smiled at her so gently when she screeched at you not to hang out with others or patted her head when she'd drag you back into your room so nobody else could set eyes on you.
She knew you had taken all of her red flags way too easily! Now, the other shoe had dropped and she didn't know what to do.
"I can't let you." She finally spoke up and the way she stared at you made you feel less like she was staring at you and more like she was staring through you. "I won't let you leave."
"I love you. I love you so much." Ayaka hugged your arm to her chest and glanced in the direction of your room, her voice a soft mutter as if she was mostly talking to herself "I'll just keep you in your room, hmm? I'll keep you there, lock you there, until you come to your senses."
"I"ll keep you here until you realise just how serious I am about you."
That was when Ayaka glanced back at you and saw the fat tears falling down your cheeks. The way you looked at her-- It made something in her break, made her cry a little bit too, her glasses fogging up from the heat of her tears.
She wouldn't waver in the face of your crying. She just wouldn't. She'd do exactly as she said and there was no way of convincing her otherwise--
Suddenly, you'd engulfed her in a tight hug, your wet face nuzzling into her neck, dampening a bit of the collar of her shirt.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I-I wanted to break up with you-- because! I thought-- I thought you didn't really love me!" You'd cried out, your voice muffled against her throat "I-I didn't realise you'd b-been serious ab-about dating me..."
For a second, Ayaka's entire body felt numb. Then, like it was second nature, she mindlessly wrapped her arms around you, clutching you to her like if she'd let go you would disappear in front of her very eyes.
"Idiot. Stupid. Moron. What the fuck." She sighed, her own measly tears falling down her makeup covered cheeks "Don't scare me like that."
Then she pulled away and wiped her tears on the sleeves of her cardigan, her eyeliner smudging. Surprisingly, it didn't feel like it mattered at all.
She took your hands into hers and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her lips all sticky sweet from her lip gloss
"I'll make sure to show you exactly how much I love you from now on, so your cute but thick stupid head doesn't forget, okay?"
eun-jeong yoo ★ profile
Eun-jeong felt his entire world crumble around him. It felt like the floor beneath him fell away to reveal nothingness, like he was about to be swept straight into Hell without even a second to react.
And wasn’t that what he deserved? Didn’t he deserve to go to Hell for how he felt about you?
You finally figured out all of his disgusting feelings, the darkness that ate away inside him, the dirt and decay that hung from his fingers. And now, you didn’t want him near you anymore. You didn’t want this monster loving you anymore.
“Puppy.” He finally pried the word out of his mouth and, like a cork screw on a Champagne bottle, the rest of the words seemed to rush out “I don’t understand. I thought we had such a good relationship. I thought I made you happy.”
He recalled every moment with you, tried to remember if he’d ever let his darker desires slip through. Had you seen the shrine he’d erected for you in the deep recesses of his closet? Had you realized that your boss’ heart-attack had been anything but natural? Had you heard him late at night, watching you?
“Yes, you’ve made me so very happy, Jeongie.” You answered haltingly and he hung on to every syllable that fell from your lips “However, this relationship isn’t good. I-I can’t stay in it any longer or else it’ll get harder to leave.”
Something pinged in his head once he’d heard what you said.
You couldn’t stay longer or else it would get harder to leave. Did that mean that you had grown attached to him? Was there some part of you that was in love with him, just like he was in love with you? Then, if he made you stay longer and longer, would you just love him more and more?
His willowy fingers wrapped around your wrist, his grip gentle but strong “Then, I can’t let you leave.”
You looked up at him, bewildered and cute, and he couldn’t help but take a step closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck and his lips finding their way to your forehead.
“I love you so much, puppy.” He muttered against your skin before he suddenly pulled you to his chest, pressing your cheek against his collar bone “I can’t let you leave. Not when I love you this much.”
He felt you take a gasp of air, wet and haggard. Immediately, he felt a crumpling sort of self-hatred fill his chest. You were crying now. He’d scared you, made you cry, and it was all because of these wretched feelings.
Suddenly, almost tentatively, he felt you wrap your arms around his torso.
“I-I thought— I thought maybe you wer-weren’t serious about a-all of this.” You’d whimpered out, obviously still tearing up “B-But I’ve always loved you so much, Jeongie, and I-I didn’t want to be in this relationship i-if you didn’t want to take it seriously—”
Eun-jeong had heard enough. He softly shushed you, tears also threatening to sting his eyes but he held it all back.
He pressed another kiss against you—this time, on the crown of your head—before sighing in relief “Oh, puppy, I’m so sorry I haven’t been making it obvious enough. But I do love you and I am serious about this relationship.”
“I don’t think I can love anyone after you, puppy, so please, don’t ever leave me.” Eun-jeong pulled away from you enough to get on both of his knees, his hands suddenly grasping yours so that he could press soft kisses against the backs of them “I love you more than anyone could ever love anyone else, I swear it.”
The dark look in his eyes convinced you that there was no way he was lying.
mel lowell ★ profile
Mel had been chipper when you approached him, your body language mimicking a frightened gazelle. You’d claimed that you needed to talk to him about something and he quickly agreed to listen.
Even after, when you’d dropped the heaviest bomb he’d ever felt in his life, that same chipper expression stayed on his face.
In fact, he even chuckled. Though, you had to admit, it was a dry sort of chuckle, the kind that wasn’t at all because he was amused. There was something dark behind that chuckle, something you didn’t recognize.
Mel, on the other hand, knew that this moment would’ve come eventually. He knew that he and his partners weren’t exactly conventional, knew that taking them as your lovers was a hard pill to swallow. Still, he had thought you’d adapted into the pack well.
That just showed him that he should never let his guard down, hm?
It didn’t matter if you found them to be too monstrous; it didn’t matter if you couldn’t love them as both man and wolf, that you’d thought them too possessive, that perhaps they had ended up scaring you with the way they were.
Wolves mated for life. That was all there was to it.
“Puppy, you’re so silly.” Mel took a step closer to you, his fingers suddenly ghosting over the top of your breast, close to the middle, right above where your heart would be.
Even though it’d been almost a year since he’d bitten you there, all hard and bloody, you still felt a tingle of something as he trailed his fingers there, almost as if tracing it.
“Do you remember when I’d given you that bite?” He smiled fondly as if recalling the memory and, when you’d slowly nodded your head “I gave you that bite because I love you, baby.”
“It’s all scarred, isn’t it?” He then asked, that chipper expression of his turning into something more and more, something twisted. Then, without warning, he’d grabbed the collar of your shirt “Take it off.”
You couldn’t help but be a little flabbergasted. You didn’t understand how your breakup with him inexplicably turned to this but, in the face of his serious tone, you couldn’t help but follow.
Mel smiled at your obedience before stepping even closer, his thumb tracing the raised scar peeking just out of your bra. This was the same scar his teeth had left, the same scar he’d used to mark you as his.
Just as he did that, he leaned a bit closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear “If you really want to stop being mine, puppy, you need to care this out. Because as long as you have this, you’re mine.”
“Just like I’m yours, hmm?” His tone returned to his usual, lighter and happier, as he brushed a fleeting kiss against your temple.
Almost haltingly, you nodded.
He was grateful for that “Where did this all come from anyway?”
That was when he finally properly looked at you and his heart instantly melted. You stood there, soft pout across your lips, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
You looked like a chastised little kid and Mel knew that there was nothing he could do. After all, anyone would cry when they found out exactly what they got themselves into.
However, you immediately surprised him when you turned your head up to look at him, your body almost arching as if desperate to be close, to curve your body to mirror his.
“I’m sorry. I-I thought— I thought you weren’t that s-serious ab-about being with me a-and I kept falling de-deeper and deeper and—” You’d whimpered and sniffled, all pathetic but still so very pretty.
Mel laughed and this time, it was boisterous, loud, his arms wrapping around your waist “Oh, puppy, you really are so very silly.”
yeong-bae kigal ★ profile
“Ah.” The small little punched out sound left Yeong-bae suddenly, like they couldn’t control it, like someone really had just absolutely gut punched it right out of them.
And it did certainly feel that way. They felt like they couldn’t breathe, like it was hard to get air into their lungs, and their stomach was slithering into knots and their chest ached something awful.
Still, despite the turmoil they felt, you stood there, firm in your decision.
Yeong-bae’s golden eyes darted every which way as their brain scrambled for an explanation, for an answer.
Had you figured out they’d put cameras in your room? But you’d loved when they filmed you with their professional camera before. Was it because they’d scared all your friends way? But you’d said they were the only one you needed, that they were the only one you truly wanted in your life.
Was it something else? Had they done something? They didn’t understand.
“C-Can you tell me what I’ve done?” They finally managed to get the words out, their tongue feeling heavy and numb in their mouth “C-Can I fix it?”
You just looked down at your hands gravely “It— It’s not really anything you’ve done, Yeongie, s-so there’s not really anything to fix.”
There was nothing to fix. There was nothing they could do. The words echoed a little in their mind before, finally, painfully, registering.
Suddenly, the little air they’d been able to breathe before vanished and, so agonizingly, they started being unable to get even a gulp of air in. Their vision swam and, almost alarmingly, they could hear the way their heart beat in their ears, their face turning awfully hot, their entire body crumpling to the ground.
They would lose you. They would lose you and there was nothing to do because you’d go— The greatest thing they’d been able to have and they’d messed it up.
“Yeongie!” Your voice felt like you were talking to him through a wall or, maybe, through water. Everything seemed so far away “Yeongie, please, wait— You need to calm down. Tell me three things in this room.”
You were grounding him. Yes, yes, that’s what he needed. His eyes snapped to you and he noted your teary eyes, the way your wet lips seemed to twist into a pretty frown, the way your hands clutched at him.
As he took more and more of you in, he felt himself slowly but surely calm down. It still hurt to breathe but he could at least get the air. Now, at least, he was able to be in the moment, to be grounded.
Except he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to exist in a world where you weren’t with him, where you didn’t love him.
“Please.” He took you by the forearms, his eyes wide and desperate in a way you’d only seen hints of before “Please, I can’t lose you, darling. I can’t. I can’t. You can’t leave me. I love you.”
The tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes finally fell and you looked at him like you couldn’t truly believe what was happening in front of you “Really?”
He nodded hastily before, suddenly, kissing you. The kiss was messy and frenzied and wet from both your tears. Usually, Yeong-bae was so very gentle and sweet but this kiss was anything but. He kissed you like a starving man, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, worried it wasn’t enough to convince you. If you weren’t convinced, he’d just have to keep you, find somewhere far away to stow you—
Before he could finish that thought, you’d laughed softly and leaned against him “I’m— I’m so sorry, Yeongie, I-I had thought— I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry, I was just falling so in love with you and I didn’t want to stay where my feelings weren’t requited.”
Yeong-bae nodded “But I do love you.”
He’d finish that thought later. Just in case.
#yandere oc x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#oc x reader#male yandere#male oc#nonbinary yandere#nonbinary oc#ayaka#eunjeong#melchior#yeongbae#drabbles
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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.19
Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader
Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga
Warnings: Blood
The gentle midday summer breeze over the training ground has intensified, almost to the point of becoming a storm. All the while, Cory and I stare at each other. Neither of us is willing to grant the other any form of superiority as it always has been between us. The others are still watching in tense silence. My back was turned towards most of the specialists, but I could still hear their murmurs, Congratulating Cory, but I didn't care. I stare at my sword deep in the ground. But suddenly, all I could see was blood pooling around it.
My hands shake. In the distance, I could hear the screams that, to this day, keep me awake at night and stop me from dreaming of a world without bloodshed, like all the other worlds protected by fairies. I have been weak in the past, and when I look down at my still-shaking hands, I seem to be still the same. Staring at my war-defined underarm that many had underestimated in the past, I could not feel the tingling current of faerie magic flowing through it. I never could. My childhood fairy mentor told my grandfather that it was possible that I would never reach my full potential. I was listening then. This knowledge shocked me as a child, but I was never the type to give up easily.
In the end, not only did I bested myself, but I also showed this mentor that his prediction was wrong. But at what cost?
I lift my head and can see the entire student body, but to me, they seem like corpses, just like everyone who has ever gathered around me. Carefully, I wrap my hand around my sword again. Out of nowhere, the shaking of my hands suddenly stopped. Instead of the fear and panic I had felt before, there was only clarity in my mind as soon as I grabbed the handle of my new weapon.
My body knew what to do and how to do it. I don't even have to think about it anymore. But my opponent is Cory. He is one of the best, perhaps even the strongest, that ever existed, but I have to get him out of the hands of my scheming grandfather. He's just too big of a threat otherwise. Something has happened to him lately, and I can't lose such a valuable ally to him.
With a swift motion, I pull the sword from the ground, raise it, and point it toward Cory. His eyes are still wide open, and there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He is clearly nervous. I look at him with a grin. It almost feels like something is taking over me, but I am still in control. It's just a weird feeling.
As if automatically, I pull my sword closer to myself, the tip towards the sky, the sharp sides away from my body, the blunt part towards me. With the handle close to my body, I bow towards the blade respectfully and whisper a single word: “Nagilisk.”
Opening my eyes again, I raise my head back up and stare intently at Cory. The anger of a hundred thousand souls dwells in my eyes. He seems to think, at least judging by his wide, frightened eyes, that I wouldn't want to fight him. Perhaps the people around us who congratulate him prematurely because they think I'm an easy target have given him false hope.
After Corey realizes that I actually want to fight him, he quickly gets back into position and says the same word I had just uttered. A word or a name that probably no one here knows. But it's understandable. After all, the person behind the name was disgraced long ago and later sealed away.
With both hands on the hilt of my sword, which fits perfectly in my hands, I feel invincible. Even though it seems like a strong wind could break it into a million little pieces, I know it would rather cut through a world than break against anything.
Cory's anxious demeanor changed as soon as he assumed his position, a long sword in his right hand and a short one in his left. A double-bladed fighter. Both metal, like most of our people, he seems to always have them with him. The mightiest I've ever seen or heard of. When he was nine years old, he defeated the best in our world, a natural prodigy.
We both fill our weapons with Aura, a form of combat magic that Specialists once excelled at but are now devoid of. As I do this, I can feel something awakening within me, the very thing I have always tried to suppress. Even though I knew it could mean the end of hundreds, if not thousands, I still open myself to it.
I feel the bloodlust growing so strong that I know I can't hold it in for long. Hoping Corey would understand, I nod in his direction. Corey nods back almost immediately. Relieved that he actually seemed to understand, I let my aura flow out. When our auras collide, the pressure pushes away those too close to us.
Without warning, we both move. I could only imagine what it would look like from the outside, but one of my servants once told me: "You are faster than the wind!" But I can see Corey's swords moving at their usual speed. They are precise and look like an X, but the swords do not touch. As I quickly draw nearer to him, I see he is ready to attack. To any other person, his movements would have been unpredictable. But luckily, I'm not a normal person.
Once I'm close enough to see myself in his metal blades, I use my agility to move right under them and come up behind them on his right side. I get so close, in fact, to Corey that I could give him a little peck on his right cheek, and simultaneously, I hit his body with my blade.
But because of our speed, we pass each other in no time. We stop where the other had started. I stand there and wait, knowing he didn't hit me, and I know he would fall any second. At least, that's what I hope. But as one second passed into the next, I grow uneasy. Did I really hit him? My gaze was still fixed on the ground, as is the custom. With my eyes closed, all I could do was wait.
Suddenly, there is the sound of something dripping, then the clink of metal on the floor, and finally, a knee hitting the floor. As soon as I hear that, I lift my head and slam my sword back into the ground. I don't even acknowledge the blood dripping from my blade.
Dust is still in the air. Not even I can see anything. So I use the moment to straighten myself out and face where I know my childhood friend's older brother should be. As I focus on the magic raging within me, my underdeveloped fairy part. My hands quickly begin to glow brown. Within a few moments, the dust falls off and reunites with the stone we are standing on.
Even from behind, I can see the gash across his torso and the blood running down his handsome, rectangle-shaped face.
The whole ground is silent. If a pen had been dropped, there would have been a loud echo. It gives me great joy because I already know that Corey is the best in his entire year. The fact that a freshman beats him so easily can only be cheating, right? If they attempt to pursue this path, they will swiftly discover it leads nowhere. It is impossible to cheat in a sacred duel where both parties are forced to fight with all their might.
Since no one is moving or even seeming to think about helping Corey, I know I have to do it myself. I move towards my opponent with relaxed steps and step behind him. Carefully, I place both hands on his broad shoulders. I slowly move my head closer to his.
“Does it hurt?” I ask him as soon as my head is right next to his.
“Very much, Your Majesty,” he replied solemnly and calmly, obviously hating that he had lost to me.
Chuckling to myself, I dig my hands a little tighter into his shoulders. “Remember this,” I tell him, just as quietly. “And never forget the oath you just swore with him. At least my life is protected from a real threat.”
Corey's head snaps towards me, a questioning look in his eyes, but I put my index finger over my mouth, signing him to be quiet. I can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows nervously. So I give him a wink. I straighten my back, remove my hands from his shoulders, and finally walk around him. I can feel all eyes on me, likely horrified by the brutality of the ritual. But we usually have at least two healers to ensure no one dies.
I kneel in front of Corey. His eyes follow my every move. Carefully, I touch his upper armor, which suddenly disappears at the touch. He doesn't even acknowledge it. But it breaks the silence a bit as many girls start whispering about his broad, muscular back. To be honest, I'd rave over his back, too, but I'd also do the same for his muscular, toned chest, even if I would never say it out loud. After all, he is my best friend's older brother. Luckily, I still had to scan his torso to make sure I only caused that one wound.
But this one wound is already bad enough: A large gush, deep and bleeding profusely. I could even see that some muscles and nerves had been cleanly severed. Glancing back at my sword, I'm more than surprised at its sharpness, as it looks like it couldn't even cut paper but sliced through Corey's body like butter. I feel my lips want to curl into a smile, but somehow, I manage to hold it back. But even though I try my best to suppress it, the joy of my victory ultimately overwhelms me.
“You still enjoy the misery of others. How delightful.”
With the same smile finally spreading across my lips, I gaze back at him. His face contorted in pain and perhaps disappointment. I'm not entirely sure. As I stare at him, smiling from ear to ear, which feels unnatural.
"If I were you, I would weigh my words carefully,“ I tell him quietly. “I have more than enough reasons to cut off your head.” Corey looks at me with eyes filled with shock, but he really shouldn’t. “Do you remember earlier when I defended you against the other guy? I know full well that you have dragged my name through the mud, and even though we are somewhat friends if someone heard this and knew about my status, I would have no choice but to kill you.”
Only after finishing speaking do I notice the pressure I'm radiating. One born of pure bloodlust. Something I won in the long battles on the battlefield. As I remember my time in the war, I suddenly feel something strange on my hands. Looking down at them, I notice that they have moved of their own accord closer to Corey's open wound. As they dig up and down through the inside of the wound, enjoying the feeling of cleanly cut flesh and thick blood, I know if others see it, they would think even less of me.
I, honestly, didn't even realize I had started grinning darkly until I could hear someone whisper about it. Shortly afterward, I take my hand out of the wound and smile apologetically at Corey. The whole time, he stares at me as if I'm some kind of dark creature.
Hoping to hide my disgusting habit so that it looks like I'm just trying to help him, I place both hands on his wound, albeit unnecessarily, and cast a spell to heal his wound. “Prokstoya,” I whisper quietly. Under my hands, a thin layer of stone appears over Corey's wound, closing it. But it's not big enough. “Ulersinka,” I add to the spell. The stony patch slowly grows until the entire wound is closed. But as soon as Corey moved just a little, it was already starting to break. “Reikla,” I continue to add. The stone plaster hardens, but in the places where it already has cracks, the stone is too unstable.
“Prokstoya Ulersinka Reikla,” I chant a few times to ensure the stone plaster reappears, regrows, and hardens. But I ensure it's quiet enough that only Corey and I can hear it. Because this language is neither that of the fairies nor any other species known here. Only my family and those close to us know about it. In the beginning, more people were aware of it, but when the person who taught it became the enemy of everyone, even we had to hide it, and eventually, most people forgot it.
Luckily, it looks like a guardian fairy's magic. The spell is just at a much higher level than I should be able to use, which I could feel as soon as I look into Corey's eyes. Suddenly, my head starts spinning, and I almost pass out. I've never kissed the ground, though. As I look around, disoriented, I only see Corey, and for the first time, I'm grateful for his quick reflexes.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
“Is your body still fighting your fairy magic?” Corey tries to inquire. "I still remember the day you were supposed to cast a rock into the air, and instead, you broke your teacher's ankle because your fairy magic went wild and pulled a rock out of the ground."
As Corey speaks, I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. This is neither the place nor the time to reminisce! Especially since he has already sworn loyalty to my senile old grandfather! So, instead of paying more attention to him, I turn to Saladin and the mistress of the Alfea Academy.
“Is that enough to show you my magic?” I ask them in a salty tone.
Judging by the silence of all the students or their astonished looks, I can assume that no one seems to doubt that I am who I said I was. But not for the headmistress. I don't know if she could see through the magic or if she just didn't want to admit that she'd made a terrible mistake, but she's not convinced, as can be seen from her contorted face.
I can't believe this woman! And yet, I can. Somehow, I knew deep down that it wouldn't be that easy. Still, it should have been enough, even if she saw that the magic I just used wasn't pure fairy magic.
“You're going to have a mock fight,” the old mistress suddenly says.
“Tomorrow, right?” I ask back. But her look was stern and gave me an answer I didn't want to get. “You can’t be serious!” I added, annoyed.
“If we don’t sort this out today, we can’t move forward.”
I feel anger rising in my stomach hearing her words. I ball my hands into fists, trying desperately to keep my anger to myself and not explode in this woman's face. I can't wait for her plan to blow up.
“Okay,” I murmur through gritted teeth. I stand back up and tower over the woman. "Who will I fight?" I want to ask so much more, but I could barely contain myself. Right now, all I like to see is her arrogant face fall as everyone realizes what a mistake they made.
“Stella!“
I look around, confused. I don't see anyone stepping forward. But when I suddenly feel pressure being put on me, I start to fear for my life. As I turn in that direction, I see the same golden-haired girl I saw on my first day in Alfea. I can feel something powerful slumbering within her. She's old enough to know about it. But does she know it? Does she know about me then? I can feel it inside her from meters away, so she must feel it, too, right? But when I look at her, she seems more dissatisfied than angry. She shows no discomfort with the power within me, which is unnatural. So she hasn't awakened yet?
“Yes, Miss Faragonda?” she asks in a dismissive, almost rude tone. This causes resentment among the crowd, as many call her disrespectful. Somehow, it feels so strange that I can't help but laugh. Stella's gaze immediately jumps to me, even more dissatisfied than before.
“We'll talk about this later, young lady!” The headmistress threatens Stella, which actually makes her quiver under the older woman's watchful eyes. "You will fight this young man. Don't worry. Neither of you will be able to seriously injure the other."
Even though she obviously doesn't want to be there or have anything to do with this situation, she still nods in agreement. She comes towards me, and even though I'm taller than her, she looks down on me, or at least makes me feel like she is. There are no greetings or anything like that. What a bitch.
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#x male reader#male reader#winx club#winx saga#winx saga x male reader#brandon x male reader#riven x male reader#riven#sky x male reader#sky#brandon#winx club x male reader#series#fairy prince
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The Moment They Fell For You (2)
Note: I actually planned on writing all the Sumeru characters in one post but I thought it was getting a bit long. So I decided to split them instead. Also I think people do not write enough fanfic for the female characters. I did not proof read this at all. Sorry if it's not up to standard. Enjoy.
CW: None
HC: Reader is gender neutral and does not have a vision.
Characters: Cyno, Nilou
Cyno
You had known the General Mahamatra ever since you both studied in the Akademiya together. You watched him surpass you and your colleagues, rising to the ranks to where he is now. You watched in awe and also ashamed of yourself for not being able to keep up to his level. However times had passed and now you too were a scholar teaching amongst the rest in Akademiya.
While most tended to to go down the path of finding new information or discoveries for the next hit paper, you kept to yourself keeping logs of all the current surplus of information scattered through the Akademiya walls and passing those knowledge to the budding scholars of the future.
You and Cyno were not close friends however you both friendly enough for a wave or a quick hello back to each other since you were one of the few scholars that didn't seem to fear his gaze. Otherwise you barely saw him, knowing that he was someone who tended to do his job hidden or by himself. Due to the difference in your jobs you didn't expect to cross one another anytime soon, but when news came that one of your students may have been working to acquire illegal knowledge capsules you and him somehow ended up together in the mission to catch them in the act.
"I can't believe this is happening." You groaned to yourself, face in your hands while you crouched against the wall. This was the worst thing to ever happen in your entire history as a teacher. You couldn't believe that one of your students were going this far just to pass the exam. Were you too strict? Did you fail to teach them properly? It was too late either way. You looked up from your hands to stare at Cyno who stared down at your crouched form. His face emotional less and his glare sharp.
If it were anyone else they would be whimpering under his gaze, but you could tell he didn't seem to harbor any negative feelings. Well at least not to you. "If the rumors are true they will be held accountable. You don't need to worry about that. " You shook your head, standing up and facing him head on.
"It's not that." Cyno arched an eyebrow. "It's an issue with me. If I did my job as a teacher properly they wouldn't have needed to take such drastic measures. If this is true I at least want to hear their side. I want to make sure this never happens again." You answered, trying to keep a brave front. Cyno stared at you blankly before turning away to walk out from the building. "Do whatever you want. It depends on what we find anyway."
You watched him walk out of the door. All you could do was sigh, following after him. How embarrassing was it that this was the first time you both had talked to each other properly. "If this is how fast you plan on going the entire mission we aren't going to finish anytime soon." You jumped in shock, realizing that he had not left you to catch up but was waiting for you outside the door. "My apologies." You mumbled, even more embarrassed than before. This was not going to be a fun.
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The plan was simple . Since you kept a low profile compared to most scholars, it would be easy for you to infiltrate the merchant camp with the rest of the knowledge capsule hunters. After sneaking in, using the codes that were given to you by an unknown source, Cyno mentioned he had his ways but he did not look pleased about it, you would try to find your student amongst the crowd. After they had been spotted all you needed to do was take a picture using the kamera.
After the evidence had been acquired, all you needed to do was send the signal to Cyno and rush out of the place as fast as you can so that Cyno could shut the whole place down for good. You could feel yourself getting nervous the closer you stepped near the camp. You still had hope that maybe your student was just being framed or it had been someone else.
However seeing the familiar face amongst the rest of the buyers only filled you with dread. You reached your hand to grab the kamera, slowly inching close to be able to take a clear picture of them in the act. Just as you were about to pick the kamera out for a quick picture, you halted hearing the distress in your student's voice.
"We can't be here father. There are already rumors about me. My grades are not even that bad, I can pass the bar exam without the knowledge capsule." You heard them say only to be hushed harshly. You could feel your eyebrow twitch in rage. You watched as your student looked around worriedly, trying to drag their father away from the rest of the crowd.
You felt the tension in your body release, your student wasn't the one who wanted to get access to the knowledge capsules. Their father just was a cunt. You wanted to go there and drag them away from him, telling them that it will all be ok. You looked down at the kamera and then to the signal in your hand.
Without a second thought, you clicked to the button to release the signal. You winced hearing the loud sound it made, Cyno was not lying when he said he would hear it from miles away. The merchants and buyers looked around dazed by the sudden sound. You immediately began to make a run for it but instead of the door you ran straight towards your student.
Pushing their father to a side after he had loosened his grip, you grabbed your student by the wrist and began to make a run for it. You could hear your student shout your name in shock but you continued to make a run for it, hearing the now panicked and distressed calls of the people back in the illegal trade "THE GENERAL MAHATRAMA! HE'S HERE!". You could feel a smile form on your lips, Cyno was definitely having a field day.
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You could feel Cyno's irritation when he realised what you had actually done. However you were lucky enough that he was willing to hear you and your student out. You were glad they rumors were not actually true and it wasn't them who wanted to acquire illegal knowledge and you were happy to know Cyno was willing to actually believe you.
"Thank you." You said, you could feel your face heat up and at this point you couldn't tell whether it was from the joy of helping your student or whether you were just feeling shy. You could see Cyno's eye twitch a bit however his face remained stoic. "I was just doing my job. The trade was successfully shut down because of this anyway. We shouldn't be hearing about any illegal knowledge capsules anytime soon." You shook your head.
"I meant for letting my student go." You smiled at him and he huffed. You wondered if you were imagining it but you could feel him seem shyer than before. " That was barely anything."
"Still let me pay you back in a way." Cyno raised an eyebrow at you. "What do you suggest?"
"Maybe dinner? Or perhaps a game? I heard you loved playing a certain card game." You teasingly mention, pulling out a new pack of cards that you had made sure to bring with you just for this. You could see a glint of light form in his eyes.
"I can't turn down a challenge." He answered. Cyno didn't know what to make of you when he first met you, all he remembered was how you would gingerly wave at him whenever he would catch you staring while he instinctively waved back. He watched you grow fond of your students and show your interests to teach. You might not think he cared too much about you but he was always paying attention.
You guys were not close but you were always in the back of his mind. Maybe that was why he decided to hear you out when you decided to pull something risky like that during the mission. Either way, Cyno always had a form of affection for you and it seems your invitation to play Genius Invokation TCG has finally confirmed that maybe it might be just more than acquaintances. Cyno just hoped his stoic nature would keep it under wraps, at least for now.
Nilou
"Do you know how to dance?"
It was the first thing that Nilou had said to you when she saw you trying to dance on the outskirts of Sumera city. You decided to stroll into the Grand Bazaar one day. You just went inside to peak. The Akademiyan scribes would have been completely against you from entering but you were so curious. They always had something bad to say about the place and you just had to find out why hated the place so much.
You stumbled inside during an event that day. The lights illuminated the stage and the star of the show swayed to the rhythm of the music. You stared in awe when you saw how delicately she danced. She looked as if she was floating. All eyes were on her, including yours. She didn't even stumble at any moment and you couldn't even see a bead of sweat dripping down her face. 'Must be an angel' You thought.
You didn't expect to stay for the whole event but you lost track of time. Watching show after show, the theatre had so much to offer! Why would the Akademiya be so against it? The shows were exciting and full of life, most of them even showed a valuable lessons which were easy to understand by the general public.
Either way you got hooked on going to see what they had in store, especially the dances. The moves felt so calculated and precise. You could feel your Akademiya brain trying to figure out how they did it, which was what lead you to your first encounter with Nilou.
You were trying to copy what you had written down during one of the events. You wrote down her exact foot placements, the way her hips swayed to the beat and even the different speeds changes during all movements. However nothing was going right! You kept stumbling over you feet and you could not meet the beats.
You were surprised on how scarred you got during the process, who knew you would stumble so much just to learn how to dance? You huffed, wiping the dirt and grime off your outfit and pulling out the notebook from your pocket. You could not figure out what you were doing wrong? You repeated the steps in your head, jotting down what you had possibly missed causing your failed attempt. You sighed frustratedly, putting the notebook back into your pocket.
You made your way towards the river and began to pose. Nilou started her routine dance in a specific way and you wanted to find a way to replicate it. You looked at your reflection, you were too stiff and it looked awkward. You kept trying find a good angle and that was when Nilou had popped out, asking you the question.
You yelped, almost falling into the river, however you were saved as gentle arms grabbed you by the waist. You looked at her as she steadied you before letting you go. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scar you!" She said, arms up and face apologetic. You could feel your face warm up.
"How long have you been watching?" Nilou chucked a bit. "A while now. " You could feel your face become warmer. Nilou looked at you worriedly. "Oh! I wasn't watching you on purpose or anything! I was actually collecting some wood for the theatre props! I'm so sorry for invading your privacy!" She said, pointing towards the bundle of wood collected near by some trees.
You shook your head, trying to calm yourself down. The angel in your favorite new pastime had saw you dancing like a mess, however you still had some Akademiya scholar pride, you couldn't show her that this situation bothered you. You coughed into your hand, trying to hide the rest of the blush which was slowly going away. "It's alright. It's not like this is a private area anyway. I'll be on my way."
You turn to go pick up your stuff only for your arm to be captured by Nilou's firm grasp. "Oh please wait! I saw you dancing and you seemed you needed some guidance. I could help you practice if you like!" You turned to look at her as she smiled at you. Her eyes were such a gentle blue and full of life. You couldn't say no to that.
"That would be quite helpful actually." You mumbled quietly, still trying to keep whatever pride you had left in you. You wanted to know how to dance, you wanted to feel like you were floating as well. Nilou let out a laugh, it was sweet and you could feel yourself get butterflies in your stomach just from hearing it. "Let's get started then shall we?"
That was the start of your dance practice journey with Nilou. If Nilou wasn't in the theatre she was near the outskirts of Sumeru City with you. She taught you from the very beginning. It started from stretching. You were stiff as a board, which was how Nilou described you when you couldn't even bend to touch your toes. You tried to tough it out and you were surprised to see how fast results showed.
You looked at Nilou excitedly after you were successfully able to do her entire exercise routine without asking for a break. She giggled at your joy, she never had such a student who wanted to learn this much.
Then she showed you how to match the rhythm. It was simple, she held your hand and guided you.
First Step, Second Step, First Step, Second Step.
You held onto her hands tightly, watching both of your feet's intensely. You were worried that you would step on her toes at any moment. However during this moment all Nilou could do was stare at your face, eyebrows furrowed making sure not to miss a step. She couldn't but think how cute you looked so serious for something so simple.
Finally after learning the basics, she showed you how to do a simple routine, all the dance steps separately. You showed her your notebook full of all the records you kept of her shows. She looked at it enthusiastically. "You wrote this all down?" You gave her a nod, proud of your academic ability to be able to take notes down so well.
She stared at the notes which were accompanied by the drawings. You had written down almost her entire show routine. She could feel a blush creep up her face. You had looked at her so intensely, making sure to not even miss a single hand movement or foot placement. She could feel your eyes burn in the back of her head now and she wondered if she could continue doing the shows like she always did if it meant you looked at her in such a way.
"You didn't need to write all this you know?" "Why not? The way you move is so beautiful, I couldn't help myself. " The words flew out of your mouth so smoothly you didn't even realise how shy Nilou had gotten. Her face was entirely red at this point and she could feel her legs almost giving out. She huffed, placing the book to the side.
"Well you won't need that book when I am training you directly." She grasped your face, making you look at her directly in the eyes. " All you need to do is look at me." This time you could feel your face heat up.
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The training took months. It became a daily occurrence of you sneaking out from the Akademiya to go to the Grand Baazar. Almost everyone knew your name and after Nilou was done with work you both would leave to go dance alongside both of your new secret dancing spot.
Nilou sat down on a rock, patiently waiting for you to began dancing. You were no longer the scholar covered in dirt and grime due to stumbling over your own feet nor did you look stiff when you tried to match the rhythm. You were confident and you wanted to show Nilou the progress that you both had achieved.
When you started to dance Nilou could feel her chest ache. You were so enchanting. She wondered if this was how you felt the first time you sneaked inside to watch her dance. She couldn't take her eyes away from you. 'Ah, an angel.' She thought as you smiled at her during your routine.
She didn't know how to express the emotions she felt inside her but she knew was she wanted to keep dancing with you in secret. Your dancing was for her and her viewing only.
#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x reader#nilou x reader#cyno x reader#genshin fluff
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How Relationships With Them Would Be: Pt 2
OH MY GOODNESS IT'S BEEN TOO LONG!
Anyway, let's do this.
I'm finishing this up.
Even though nobody asked me to.
Vice housewarden time. (Also, I know some of the dorms don't have vice housewardens, but you know what I mean by these characters. Please don't comment or message or whatever and be like "Um, actually--" Cause I know. Don't worry. :3 Thanks tho)
Trey:
Ngl, perfect boyfriend material. I can't really see anything that would go bad unless you're just super stubborn about your teeth brushing habits. I think that's the only deal breaker for him.
MC: But I don't wanna brush my teeth now! I'm going to bed.
Trey: Do you know what can happen to your teeth by skipping even one brushing session?
MC: Don't know, don't care.
All in all, the only way this wouldn't work out is if you are the asshole.
Ruggie:
Pfft- You fucking wish. I mean, if you get close enough, maybe. But this boi would probably rather trick you and snatch your shit than try to date you. Of course, even if you did get close, he'd tease you to no end. (But if y'all were dating, I'd say he'd be a pretty ok boyfriend)
MC: Um... where's my wallet?
Ruggie: Oh, I used it to buy food.
MC: Oh, how much food?
Ruggie: As much as I could get with whatever was in there.
MC: ...
Ruggie: And then I sold the wallet for some quick cash.
MC: ....my wallet....
Yeah, you could never keep anything valuable.
Jade:
Unless you're into sadism, you'd fucking die. Also, if you hate mushrooms, good fucking luck. And if you piss him off? You're family would never find you again. I swear, being with this guy would always have you on edge.
MC: Um... Jade? I may have.... sorta.... kinda.... destroyed one of your terrariums... On accident though!
Jade: *silent stare*
MC: ....Jade?....
Jade: *creepy smile thing he does*
(And then MC either goes missing, gets left up on a mountain, or has to work all of Jade's shifts at Monstro Lounge for a month while also helping maintain all of his garden shit)
So yeah. Unless you're ok with constantly being watched for weakness or blackmail, I'd say don't date this psycho.
Jamil:
I mean.... maybe? He's super weird about trust, so even getting close to him would be hard. If y'all are close, I'd say it'd be ok. He probably wouldn't have as much time for you as you'd like since he has to deal with Kalim all the time. Otherwise, I'd say he's ok.
MC: Can we go on that date tomorrow?
Jamil: No. Kalim is hosting another party.
MC: Again? He just had one yesterday, and I've been trying to get us to go on a date for weeks.
Jamil: Can't. Sorry.
Kalim would honestly be your biggest problem while actually dating Jamil. I'd say he'd be almost as good as Trey, otherwise.
Rook:
Another maybe. Sorta like how Jamil has to deal with Kalim, Rook is obsessed with Vil, so you'd kinda have to fight for attention. Honestly, you'd have to fight for his attention with everything. If you're a dull person, you stand no chance in pulling his eyes and actually dating him. However, unlike Jamil who has pretty much no choice in having to deal with Kalim, you'd have to live with the fact that Rook actually chooses other stuff over you.
MC: I made this cool art piece!
Rook: And it is beautiful! *goes back to watching Vil*
MC: That's.... that's it?
Rook: *still watching Vil* It is an amazing work of art! *pause* Oooo! Vil looks stunning today!
I feel like you'd have to have really high self-esteem to deal with being showed up by other stuff. It'd honestly really suck.
Ortho:
No
Lilia:
Honestly? Probably an ok boyfriend. As long as you're also a prankster, at least. If you're too dull or very lowkey, he'd probably gloss right over you. But if you're bubbly and hyperactive like him? Then yes. It'd also work if you're lowkey, but spook easily. I'd say he's alright.
Lilia: *appears behind MC* Hello!
MC: *nearly jumps out of their skin*
Lilia: *laughing*
MC: Not funny!
Not as good as Trey, but I think he'd be fine otherwise. The only big issue would be secrets, so if you aren't ok with your partner keeping a few private details to themselves, Lilia probably wouldn't like you as much. (Or maybe he'd like you more cause he'd get to tease you with it, but you might not like it yourself)
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