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[riastraa]

Can I request a secretly dating streamer!reader x ike eveland doing a collab stream and revealing that they're dating by accidentally calling them by their endearment?

❝Busted-❞

°⌜Ike Eveland x Reader⌟°

°⌜Fluff/Drable⌟°

𖥔 A/N: aHhHhhHHh iKeeeEeey wiKeyyyyYyYy

"CMON! PLEASE DEAR GOD CALL A MEETING CMON (NAME)!"

Okay. Ike has been malding for FIVE minutes now. Chasing you, begging you to call a meeting in Among Us with Vox, whom he new as the imposter, tailing him.

You, being COMPLETELY oblivious. Running around, doing your tasks like the good little crewmate you are. Though, a little worried as to why Vox and Ike were following you everywhere.

Then you realized.

Either Vox or Ike was a traitor. Following you throughout so many different tasks and running in circles around you.

Which led to you calling a meeting.

"FINALLY! OH MY GOD (NAME) THANK YOU HOLY-" "DONT LISTEN TO 'EM (NAME) I-"

Ike and Vox's voices were mingling together, and you and all the others couldn't help but crack up laughing. Their entire target narrowed down: it was either Vox Akuma, or Ike Eveland.

"BABE, BABE, I WAS. I WAS CHASING YOU FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES THINKING VOX WAS GONNA KILL ME-" "Darling i thought one of you was trying to kill ME!"

"NO- have I ever killed you when I was a traitor?!" "YES?!" "BESIDES THAT ONE TIME IT WAS PAYBACK, COME ON!"

Little did you two realize, when the bickering between you and ike started, the laughter had drained into shocked silence.

"VOX! IT WAS VOX DARLING, LOVE OF MY LIFE YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!"

"..."

"HUH?!" At that point, everyone had managed to recover.

And this time, it was your turns to freeze.

"Ike-" ".....Oops?"

"EXPLAIN PLEASE?! BRO-" Mysta's voice rose over, and then suddenly your headphones flooded with questions and laughter, chat exploding with thousands of questions, all while you and Ike Eveland could only laugh nervously.

"Well, the cat was bound to get out of the bag eventually-"

"....BUSTED-"

[riastraa]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ signs that you're mine ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous & @daruderuyoo ˚₊ ⊹

ft. mysta rias, ike eveland, luca kaneshiro, shu yamino, vox akuma (separate) x f! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ yandere luxiem courting their sweetest, most oblivious darling┊2k words

contains: yandere!! obsessive/possessive behaviors, stalking, delusional behavior on behalf of the boys, reader is an oblivious sweetheart, mentions of murder, written kinda like the step after realizing feelings but the step before being officially romantically linked, super rambly writing sorry, I lost the plot

➤ author's note: this is so fucking bad, excuses listed below if you care, but I will not be stopped, wilson & zali brat-taming soon!!

oh god, he adores you so much he doesn’t even know what to do with himself, like a devout saint worshipping a goddess— or in this case, a filthy sinner begging a deity for forgiveness. you’re the sweetest little thing he wants to sink his teeth in until they rot. you’re cuter than a bunny, and he can’t help but want to cage you up and hide you away for his eyes only. everything about you drives him mad, your pouty smile, the way your lashes flutter, the way your hair bounces when you turn your head in his direction, the way you call out his name like a melody, the way you’re so stupidly oblivious that you don’t even notice his concerning behavior. 

are you as stupid as you lead him to believe when you have him on a leash waiting to answer your every command? are you playing him like a fiddle and stringing him along? are you secretly relishing in the attention he gives you and feel the same way he does, just too shy to admit it? there are several instances he could list off the top of his head where there were lingering touches whenever your skin met, eye contact that lasted seconds too long to be friendly, times where you became flustered at the little things he did, times where you ignored his extreme jealousy towards anyone who took your attention off of him and brushed off how he knew information that you never told him because you never realized he was stalking you— 

surely, with all these little details adding up and how deep your bond is, there was some semblance of feelings that were requited? maybe not as extreme as his were, but they must exist, right? as angelic as you were in both beauty and personality, you haven’t dated anyone once he was in your life, so it must mean you were waiting for him to properly court you and eventually get married (just ignore that any man or woman who has shown even an ounce of romantic interest in you soon vanished without a trace). maybe “courting” is a bit of a dated term, but he’s a traditional man from the past who believes that you deserve much more than the modern sense of dating. he planned to show you what it means to be adored as you deserve, even if you’re too oblivious to understand his intentions, he’ll make certain that you become his as he is yours.

━━━ .°˖✧ mysta rias ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ gift giving, lots of gift giving because he’s awful with words. this man is a detective and stalks you intensively from your day-to-day life to your social media accounts, allowing him to have a good idea of what you like and don’t like. you’ll frequently find him handing you a bag filled with glittery tissue paper or a neatly wrapped box, opening it to find something that you had been wanting for any period of time between yesterday and years ago. maybe it’s that book you’ve always wanted to read or a figure of your favorite character or lip glosses from a small business whose tiktok you liked a week ago, he always finds something you’d want even if you didn’t know you did.

╰₊✧ slowly, these gifts become more expensive in price and more valuable in rarity. being a world-famous detective comes with its perks, and what else was he going to do with the money if not to spoil his darling? the things he presented you weren’t simple things friends gave to each other, they were diamond necklaces, gold bracelets, emerald earrings, luxury beauty products, brand-name clothes, designer handbags, and dozens of other things that made you look ten times more extravagant than you actually were. he always insisted that you wore something he bought you whenever he saw you, which was every single day at this point. something about you wearing whatever he bought you, especially if it was flashy and ridiculously costly, made him possessive and prideful knowing that he was obviously the one who got you it. it made you look like his girl even if you stupidly still weren’t aware of his feelings yet, making everyone assume that you two were an item.

╰₊✧ you’ll finally get the hint when you’re gifted a golden ring that highly resembles one given in engagement proposals, surprised and wide-eyed with how he caught you off guard. if you accept him, then that’s fantastic! if not, then expect to wake up in his basement where no one will ever find you again because a great detective never leaves any loose ends.

━━━ .°˖✧ ike eveland ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ notebook followed by notebook followed by notebook of love poems, writing out his feelings with you in slightly erratic handwriting with every metaphor and rhyme in the english and swedish language. his adoration for you can be overwhelming at times, so writing becomes an outlet to calm him down and prevent him from doing anything drastic due to his strong emotions like flat-out kidnapping you. most of it stays hidden away in his study, but a few of them that he’s particularly proud of and finds to explain his feelings perfectly always mysteriously find their way into your bag.

╰₊✧ the kind of euphoria he gets when you squeal excitedly about the new letter from your “secret admirer” is indescribable, and he always has a little dopey smile that you never notice when you read out the romantic words. your voice spelling out his poetry sounds like a choir of angels and the flattered smile on your face is like seeing the pearly gates of heaven (you’re always compared to an angel in some way in his works, it just seems to be the most fitting in his mind). you won’t realize that it’s him until there’s a little slip-up of a reference that only the two of you know, which he’s extremely embarrassed about and may need a day or two to recover from it because the last thing he wants is for you to know that he’s a creep.

╰₊✧ will eventually arrive on your doorstep with origami paper roses made from his poems to ask you to be his. he’ll make it impossible to say no, not with the look of pure adoration in his eyes and heart-wrenching sincerity in his words. the entire thing is so picture-perfect and straight out of a film, you’ll find yourself agreeing with him before you even realize it. 

━━━ .°˖✧ luca kaneshiro ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ oh, you would never think that this sweet, gold-retriever-like best friend of a man would be capable of doing anything that would negatively affect you! and in a way, you’re correct! he has his goons do all the dirty work for him, scaring or even killing anyone who shows even an ounce of romantic interest in you or who he feels takes away too much of your attention from him. then he picks up the pieces of comforting you when you come to him crying about how you don’t know what you did wrong to deserve so many people leaving you so suddenly.

╰₊✧not him though, never him! he would never leave you for anything, especially not while you’re sobbing and sniffling into his shirt’s fabric and especially not while you’re confiding in him in your most vulnerable moments. luca probably hasn’t even realized how horribly manipulative he is by being the only one you can turn to in times of need and making you completely dependent on him, he just loves the feeling of holding you in his arms while wiping away your tears and doing all the typical boyfriend things to help you feel better!

╰₊✧ when you’re forced into a corner like that, it’s almost inevitable that you will start catching feelings for the boy who’s been sticking with you through all the ups and downs. it’s absolutely perfect for him, having you cling onto him like a lifeline just as he’s been discreetly doing with you. he’ll spoil you rotten with everything you’ll ever want, you’ll just have to ask for it, and you’ll never need anything in life every again (expect, maybe freedom from his suffocating protectiveness, but you haven’t realized you needed it yet).

━━━ .°˖✧ shu yamino ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ perhaps the most normal boy on this list when it comes to courting, he doesn’t do anything excessive or takes advantage of his powers (although using a love potion would be the quickest and most effective method if he really wanted to). he wants the process of you falling for him to be organic and natural, the best friends to lovers trope he’s dreamed about where he pins for the girl of his dreams and you realize your feelings for him as the sweet boy who’s always been there for you. he’s fully aware that this path is painfully slow because you are as dense as a rock, but he knows it will make the victory of finally having you as his girlfriend so much sweeter. 

╰₊✧ he frequently buys you gifts like flowers, chocolates, perfume, and all the other typical things a guy should gift his girl. he frequently takes you out on little “dates” at the arcade or bowling center or ice skating rink. he frequently compliments you and makes you smile. he doesn’t go too overboard with it, but it’s enough for others close to you to gush about what a gentleman he is for making you feel so treasured. you don’t notice, but you do feel a decent amount of pressure from them to hurry up and accept him as your boyfriend because someone else would happily swoop in to steal him for themselves if you don’t!

╰₊✧ over the moon when you finally ask him out! he can sense that you’re nervous about it, but don’t worry, he’s more than determined to be the best lover you’ve ever had or ever will have. the honeymoon phase will never leave your relationship, nor will his obsession. 

━━━ .°˖✧ vox akuma ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ honestly, this demon would skip the pleasantries and might flat-out kidnap you, which isn’t as difficult as it sounds when you’re as sweet as you are. he gives you your own space and lets you seek him out instead, exploring his home with all the traditional furniture and ancient little artifacts casually sitting in plain sight. you’re a curious little thing and often ask about them, which gives you a stronger bond with his demonic and therefore more vulnerable side. this connection is highly important to him as he only shares it with people he trusts (which in the modern world, can be counted on one hand), so his intense love for you is heightened even more.

╰₊✧ similar to luca, he likes to get rid of people he deems unworthy because of you, usually ex-partners or people being too nosy about your whereabouts since he’s taken you. unlike luca, he enjoys the thrill of getting his hands dirty with their blood as if he’s doing you a favor by removing them from the face of the earth. since you’re so isolated at this little “extended sleepover,” you don’t know anything about it and simply go about your day looking for things to do to keep yourself busy in his captivity. when you start whining about how you miss your friends and family, he’ll allow you to go out only if you allow him to tag along or answer his calls or texts as soon as you possibly can. it sounds easy at first, but he’s always lingering two steps behind you or blowing up your phone every two minutes. it’s nothing, you tell them, he’s just protective like that because of how ditzy you can be sometimes!

╰₊✧ skips the dating stage, he wants to tie the knot as soon as possible and is more than happy to organize the wedding of your dreams no matter how expensive it may seem while you invite whomever you want to watch your love be immortalized. however, if you refuse him, then he’ll just have a private ceremony on his terms since you only really need two for a marriage!!

requests are as followed:

Thanks for answering my previous question🥹 you can ignore this request if you feel uncomfortable🙇‍♀️ can I request yandere Luxiem with oblivious and sweet fem reader who seem ignore their red flags🤔

How would yandere luxiem go about courting? (If you still do yandere)

this was supposed to be for valentine's and I'm only posting it now?? so sorry, I had a bunch of tests and then a rental property burned down and then i relapsed, but god himself will not be stopping me from writing fanfiction so i will continue to claw and bite at the ankles of everything preventing me from writing

love you all!!

[riastraa]

Gentleman's Heart

Here are some sweet headcanons for Von Lycaon when he has a crush:

Heightened Cleanliness: Von Lycaon’s already meticulous nature goes into overdrive. He ensures his surroundings are impeccably clean whenever his crush is around.

Von Lycaon: "Please, allow me to tidy up a bit before you come in."

Crush: "You really don’t have to go through all this trouble."

Von Lycaon: "It's no trouble at all. Your comfort is my priority."

Protective Instincts: His natural inclination to protect becomes even stronger. He subtly keeps a close watch over his crush, ensuring they are always safe and comfortable.

Von Lycaon, offering his arm to his crush: "Allow me to walk you home. The streets can be unpredictable at this hour."

Crush, smiling but hesitant: "Oh, that's very kind of you, but I'm sure I'll be fine."

Von Lycaon, gently taking their hand and placing it on his arm: "It's a privilege to ensure your well-being. I'd feel better knowing you arrived safely."

Crush, feeling his protective nature and warmth: "Thank you, Lycaon. That means a lot to me."

Von Lycaon, giving a reassuring smile as they start walking together: "Your safety is my top priority. I'll always be here to watch over you."

Subtle Courtship: Being a gentleman, Von Lycaon uses old-fashioned, subtle methods of courtship. He leaves small, thoughtful gifts and handwritten notes, often with poetic quotes or observations he knows will resonate with his crush.

Von Lycaon leaves a rose, carefully dethorned, along with a handwritten note on his crush's desk

Von Lycaon's note reads: "For the one who brightens my days, a small token of my appreciation."

Canine Instincts: His canine instincts become more pronounced around his crush. His ears might twitch or his tail might wag slightly when he’s particularly happy or excited in their presence.

Crush: "Is your tail wagging?"

Von Lycaon, flustered: "I… It seems I can't control it when I’m happy."

Crush, laughing and reaching out to touch his ear gently: "It’s cute. I like seeing you happy."

Loyalty and Devotion: Von Lycaon’s loyalty to his crush is unwavering. He goes out of his way to assist them, whether it’s helping with tasks or offering a listening ear.

Crush: "You've been helping me a lot lately. I hope I'm not burdening you."

Von Lycaon: "Nonsense. It's my pleasure to assist. Your happiness is reward enough."

Overthinking Interactions: Despite his outward composure, he internally overthinks every interaction. He analyzes every word and gesture, wondering if he came across the right way or if he said something that could be misinterpreted.

Rina, noticing his distraction: "You seem distracted, Lycaon."

Von Lycaon, his brow furrowing as he reflects: "Do you think I was too forward in our last conversation? I fear I may have made them uncomfortable."

Rina, giving him a reassuring smile: "From what you've told me, they seemed quite happy. Stop overthinking."

Gentle Touches: Physical contact is gentle and deliberate. He might place a reassuring hand on their shoulder or offer a gentlemanly kiss on the hand, each touch conveying his deep affection and respect.

Von Lycaon gently takes his crush's hand and, with a gentleman's grace, kisses it

Crush, smiling warmly: "You're quite the gentleman, aren't you?"

Von Lycaon, with a soft, affectionate smile: "For you, it's only natural."

Confiding in Trusted Friends: He confides in Rina about his feelings, seeking advice on how to express them appropriately without compromising his gentlemanly demeanor.

Von Lycaon: "Rina, may I seek your counsel on a personal matter?"

Rina: "Of course, Lycaon. What’s on your mind?"

Von Lycaon: "I’ve developed feelings for someone, and I wish to convey them without losing my composure or propriety."

Tail Wagging: When he’s particularly happy or flustered around his crush, his tail betrays him by wagging despite his best efforts to stay composed. He’s slightly embarrassed by this but it’s also endearing.

Crush: "You seem unusually happy today."

Von Lycaon, tail wagging, trying to suppress it: "Do I? Perhaps it’s the company."

Increased Poeticism: He becomes more poetic in his speech, often quoting literature or composing his romantic lines when speaking to or about his crush. His words are carefully chosen to reflect his deep feelings.

Von Lycaon, with a gentle, sincere tone: "The stars pale in comparison to your radiance."

Crush, blushing slightly, feeling touched: "You always know how to say the most beautiful things."

Von Lycaon, smiling softly, his eyes full of affection: "It's simply the truth, and I find myself captivated by it every day."

[riastraa]

hiiii…any chance you could write a gn!reader x wise fic where they are both pinning over each other? Take your time and don’t rush, make sure to drink plenty of water! Thank you 🙏

Thank you for the reminder! I honestly only drink coffee when I write lmao. But I hope you enjoy this fic! I had some fun writing this, even if the idea might’ve gotten away from me ehe…

Note: Some small implication of mc!Belle

Warnings: none

“Seriously, when are you gonna just talk to them bro?” Belle asked out loud, not bothering to keep her voice down after watching the person, who Wise was obviously crushing on for months at this point, leave the siblings’ store.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He responded, giving her a look before turning back to restocking the shelves.

“Oh please!” The bluenette almost screams, scaring the bangboo at the counter. “Don’t think you can fool me with your ‘oh I have to check the back real quick’ trick! You do it every time they’re here!”

“You’re talking nonsense.” He sighed, pointedly keeping his focus on his ‘task’.

“It’s not! Fairy, back me up!”

[Master is correct, I have noticed the pattern as well.] The AI’s voice resounds from the back. [I have also noticed the other behavioral pattern of Wise staring at the object of his affections when you both go outside and run across them.]

“What? I do not stare.” The male quickly turned his head to glare towards the backroom, though he knew the AI barely cared nor acknowledged him. Taking in another sigh, he just returned to placing the tapes in the box onto the empty shelves. “I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on this.”

“Because I want to see my brother happy?” Belle said, like it was the most obvious thing. She only got a head shake from the elder sibling, which made her huff in annoyance.

—

A few days later the bluenette had decided it was time to come up with a plan, one that they even secretly went over the probability of it working with Fairy. Even though said AI had told her it wasn’t going to work, Belle decided to go forth with her weeks-long plan anyway. Said plan being to become friends with the ‘dreamy customer’ as she liked to tease her brother about since she’s caught him daydreaming many times.

“Hey!” She greeted as the person entered the store, receiving a smile back. “Perfect timing! I already got the movie set up in my room so just head up there while I’m getting snacks.”

“Alright, thanks for inviting me.” They responded, though as they headed towards the stairs they looked back unsure. “I could help you know.”

“Nah, I got it!”

“Okay…” They quickly climbed up to the second floor, looking over at the two doors that greeted them. Luckily they had already been invited into her room multiple times before ever since the bluenette decided to open up a friendship with them. They were a bit shocked at first, but as the bluenette was insistent on hanging out with them, they slowly warmed up to the bubbly girl. 

And while it wasn’t their main reason, it was a nice bonus that the friendship caused them to run into her elder brother. Who they had formed a small crush on ever since they first came across the store. Though the good movies they had was their main reason for returning, having the opportunity to talk with him did not help with their crush festering. At least before they began to see less and less of him whenever they visited.

As they entered the girl's room, they gave the decor a once over. There wasn't any difference really, just some extra little trinkets they swear they haven't seen the last time they were here. But they didn't think about it too much before settling down on the couch, getting as comfortable as they could. They patiently waited for Belle to appear, occasionally looking over their socials. But soon a voice spoke up.

“I got all the snacks Belle, don't know why you asked me to head out to-” Wise began to speak, before freezing once he met eyes with them. In his arms were various bags of junk food snacks and bottles of different drinks. They froze as well, not expecting the male to enter the room.

The two stared at each other for a few moments before they heard Belle yell out from down below. “Oh sorry! I forgot I had something with Nicole! Watch it without me!”

Before either could say or do anything, they heard a door slam shut. The two of them just stayed there staring at each other, not knowing what to do. After a few moments, the person decided to stand up from the couch.

“I-I can leave.” They quickly said, snapping the male out of his stupor. He only sighed, grumbling within his own head as he began to realize what his sister had just done.

“No, it's fine. Would be rude of me to kick you out now.” He replied, stepping over towards the coffee table to get the food and beverages out of his arms. He could see them hesitate a tad, giving them a reassuring smile. “We'll both just have to reprimand her for triple booking.”

They chuckled in response, relaxing a bit as they sat back down on the couch. Though this time they kept to themselves to the side so as to create enough space. “Yeah. Oh, do you know what movie she picked? She never told me.”

“It's supposed to be this new indie documentary movie that we just bought.” He explained, trying his best to remember what he read from the blurb. “We usually watch the new stock before putting them on the shelf.”

“I see.”

The two stayed quiet for a bit, an awkward silence permeating through the air. Neither had any clue on how to truly talk to the other since they rarely had any opportunity to talk (thanks to Wise running away any chance he got, which he’s now regretting). Soon the male decided to start the movie.

As the film played the two watched on with very little commentary, not wanting to create another awkward silence. But occasionally Wise could hear the other mutter a small joke under their breath, causing him to smile a bit. Soon he began to respond with his own quips or opinions on the movie protagonists’ actions and attitudes, leading the two to become more casual with each other. But soon even that died down as the both could feel the tension start to rise within the film, making the two of them on edge as the protagonists argued over their situation.

“Y-You sure this is supposed to be a documentary?” They asked, their hands clutching onto their clothes a bit as the film began to show signs of something brewing behind the scenes. As more and more arguments began to sprung up within the film’s group, their nerves began to rise. In some form of unconscious comfort, they shuffled a bit closer to Wise in hope of their nerves easing. They don’t notice his own tenseness, nor the flinch he does once he realizes how much closer they were now. 

“Th-That’s what I remembered.” He stuttered, racking his brain over any other explanation for what kind of movie he was watching. It was obvious he was watching some kind of suspense, but everything he remembered in the blurb. But a sudden hand grabbing made him jump in fright, causing him to look over to see the other’s scared expression.

“S-Sorry! I-I just...” They explained, their words slurring with how fast they were talking. Their hands shook as they tried to will their grip to loosen from the male’s jacket.

Wise took in a breath, calming his nerves before giving a small smile. “It’s okay.”

The two stayed silent for a moment, the lack of noise only heightened by the movie’s lack of sound as well. Before a sudden scream resounded from the film, scaring both young adults into moving closer and wrapping their arms around each other. They could feel the other shake, trying their best to silently comfort the other.

“W-We should change the movie...”

“Y-Yeah…”

—

“Guys, I’m back!” Belle called out, expecting to hear the two to start cussing her out for her stunt of leaving them alone to watch a horror movie. But she only raised an eyebrow at the lack of response, slowly walking towards her room to see what the two were doing. “That’s weird.”

As she quietly opened her bedroom door, she gasped as she saw the sight before her. There right in front of her was her brother practically cuddling his crush as the two huddled together while they watched what looked to be a more family friendly documentary movie. It was loudly playing, quickly explaining why they didn’t hear her. She smirked, seeing that her plan had seemed to work mostly. Quickly taking out her phone to take a picture, though she forgot to account for the shutter sound effect as it spooked the two.

“Belle!” Wise almost screamed, clearing his throat so as to not look even more scared. Though it was clear to everyone it wasn’t working. Instead he just settled to give his classic upset big brother look. “Don’t do that.”

“What? I’m not doing anything~” She responded cheekily, only earning a harder look in response. “Besides you two seem to be having fun.”

“Well if it weren’t for you leaving us with a horror film.” She heard her friend reply, also giving her a hard stare. Though it wasn’t as serious as Wise’s.

“It was a horror film? Oops!” She chuckled nervously, as it was obvious no one believed her words. But as she placed herself onto the couch right next to the two she knew there weren't any hard feelings. “But we can still continue the marathon if you want.”

“I think I’m good for now, I should get home.” They said, slowly getting up. They weren’t able to catch the small frown that formed on the male’s face, but Belle was. They gave the siblings a small smile, grabbing a bag of candy. “But I’m taking these as revenge for that stunt.”

“What?! Hey, those are my favorites!” They didn’t bother to respond to the woman’s words as they casually walked out of the room. 

Though just as they reached the front door, a ping from their phone alerted them to a text. Checking it, they could see it was a text from the same woman’s room they just left. It was an image, the exact picture she took of them and Wise. They flushed as they began to realize just how it looked like they were cuddling, though they wanted to deny it since they were only trying to comfort the other from each other’s paranoia. But they couldn’t lie how cute it looked, scolding themselves in the head as they saved the picture.

Meanwhile Belle only smirked as the light scolding from Wise went in one ear and out the other. She could see that her friend had seen her message, but didn’t reply. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the voice of Fairy could be heard.

[Master, while I still believe the theory isn’t as plausible as you suggested…] The AI spoke, a small whirring hummed from below the sibling’s room. [By my calculations, the suspension bridge theory does seem to have some small merit.]

“No no no! You are not getting a part in this!” Wise huffed, crossing his arms in frustration.

[But it is very clear that even after you both changed the movie genre, your heartbeats were still high.] Fairy countered. [The same average that is typically seen when individuals are near their subject of affection.]

“You want me to send the picture to you?” She asked quickly, interrupting the male from his oncoming denial. She could see the gears turning in his head, resulting in him only sighing and turning away with an obvious blush on his face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up.”

[riastraa]

Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Anton, Ben, Wise, and Lycaon being stuck in close proximity with his GN crush please?

♡﹒﹒ 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 !

𝅄; synopsis: HC , getting a little too close for comfort ft Anton, Ben, Wise and Von Lycaon

𝅄; warnings: none! , fluff, flirting , humor , GN! Reader

𝅄; a/n: ill be answering my requests more frequently now! if you sent a request earlier don’t worry i will be posting those soon as well! also i dont know much about Anton so sorry if hes a bit ooc! not proofread

You and Anton were pretty close friends at this point and often would run errands together for Koleda or Grace, today was just one of those days. You were taking spare parts to another company , Anton accompanied you of course. You made it to the first floor of the large building, the elevator was just a bit too small for the two of you especially due to his rather muscular build. It was a bit of tight squeeze up almost 13 floors..

the damn elevator was so cramped you swore you could feel the rise and fall of Antons chest with how close you were to him, how on EARTH was this thing certified? “Kinda..cramped in here isn’t it?” Anton spoke quietly, you were in close proximity after all. You looked up at him the best you could, but you could only laugh.. “What’s so funny—eh..” Anton looked down at you, your pretty eyes stared up at his and that’s when he realized just how close you two were, how his height compared to yours and just how pretty you looked from this angle.. so much so that he didn’t even hear you.

“Anton—Anton??” You called out to him, confused as to why he was just..looking at you? Anton snapped out of his trance and laughed awkwardly “WOW this elevator is slow isn’t it—doesn’t even feel like we’re goin anywhere” Surely he played that off cool enough. You snicker- “Anton I was telling you to push the button.. we haven’t moved.” Anton almost choked on his breath, turning to the array of buttons to see that he in fact.. did not push the button to the 13th floor..and you hadn’t been moving this whole time.

“I..I knew that.” He pushed the button to finally get you guys going, you could only smile at his cute demeanor..

“Course you did.”

Ben probably has saved your life in the Hollows more than once at this point, he was intimidating and sometimes just his presence alone would scare off anyone bothering you, you truly felt comfortable and happy around him more than anyone..though you didn’t actually know his underlying feelings for you just yet. Unlike everyone else.. So when you get sent off on “special” requests for Koleda- you never question her knowing smirk.

you and Ben just left on another small “mission” for Koleda, just to retrieve some item from the Hollow? You didnt fully understand what she needed, or why she needed you two to go alone specifically- but you never questioned her judgement ! Ben was pretty much your guard…bear? while you searched around the Hollow in search for the missing item. Ben just honestly loved seeing you run around freely with no problems, of course you could fend for yourself but..nothing made him feel better than knowing that he was your protector and you relied on him for that.

“Ben! Think I found something here- down there!” You called to him as you leaned over the bar overhead a pretty dastardly fall- Ben walked over to you, worried that you may fall over.. “Careful there y/n…” He said softly as he stood behind you, and boy was his intuition right. Almost as soon as he said that you could feel yourself lose balance and almost fall down , if it wasn’t for large arms immediately grabbing you and pulling you back, down with him..

“Are you okay?! You had me nervous there you know—“ Ben panicked , his eyes finally opening to you sitting almost completely on his lap, fixing your hair from the tumble..you were so cute, you looked..perfect. “Ah—sorry Ben I got too excited again didnt I” You chuckle and make eye contact with him. The position you were in.. his arms still protectively around your waist and your hands on his chest. You both didnt speak, but after a few seconds you finally see it..

“…Thirens can blush?” You tease, his cheeks in fact had a pinkish red tint to them , you found it adorable.. in fact, you found A LOT about the bear pretty cute for someone so intimidating and strong.. “Well don’t just sit and stare..lets hurry up so we can get home and maybe test that theory?” You stand on your own feet now, and before Ben could..he swore his cheeks burned harder.

Wise loved having you around when he and Belle did any proxy duties, you were not only great help around the store but you also hung out with the two of them as a close friend. On days when the two weren’t busy with commissions you usually would help out with whatever they needed- and occasionally go out with Belle or Wise when they needed to drop things off or maybe pick some things up. Today you went to the video store with Wise to pick up some new dvd’s for the store, the manager told you two about a few great movies they had in stock but unfortunately couldn’t reach, that was no problem for you two! It was just down the dark and creepy basement..

You and Wise crept down the dark room, only a flashlight in hand. Wise walked beside you , he laughed a bit at your nervousness- he found it adorable how at every creak you would slightly jump back. It wasn’t a hard search , just not a preferable one. “Wiseee come on.. its cold and creepy down here” You groaned as you held the light up for him as he searched through crates. “Yeah dont worry.. just hold it still okay?” He said back, holding back his grin.You swore he was moving slow on purpose , you almost completely lost it and ran back upstairs- the creepy factor increased with every passing second..

Wise was just about to turn with the few movies he found when he heard you shriek- he could barely react when you practically leapt into him! You surely weren’t thinking clearly and Wise was the only warm body around so.. to no surprise you went to him when you heard something fall behind you. You didn’t open your eyes until you felt his arms wrap around you, you looked up at him as you realize what just happened.. and there was that shit eating grin on his face, “Well if you wanted me to hold you..you could’ve just asked” He teased, his smirk turning to a fond smile as he felt you relax slightly in his arms. “Just—get the movies and lets go..” You mumble as you pull away , he nodded at you and took your hand this time, so you “wouldn’t get scared again”.

Victoria Housekeeping was like a second family to you at this point, you weren’t a maid/butler at all but that didnt stop you from occasionally running with them into Hollows when they time needed, and this was one of those times. Luckily when you all split up to escape a rather large and dangerous crowd of ethereals , you ran with Von Lycaon.. the tall handsome wolf thiren. You knew with him by your side, you wouldn’t have to worry much.

“This way- quickly now.” He called to you as you both ran around the corner of what was like an abandoned school building, with Lycaon quick movement and sharp turns it was hard to keep up. He noticed this and decided it would be best for you two to hide. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a supply closet nearby, though it ws quick thinking..he didnt take into account that it would be a rathe small and tight fit. You were quickly pressed against his chest as his arms came up above you to make at least some room..

“A-Apologies .. this is a rather odd position” He said calmly but the way he avoided eye contact made you think twice.. you and Lycaon had some small moments here and there that would be labeled as harmless flirting , but this felt different. “Im enjoying the view” You were quick to reply, your laugh caused the wolf to scoff a bit “Focus..” He mumbled .. but you could feel his tail increase in speed just a little after that comment..

[riastraa]

Could I request headcanons for ZZZ Billy, Wise, and Lycaon reacting to his shy gn crush confessing to him please?

Another late-night writing session, another cilent.

[sips my coffee]

Eh- too much sugar... good.

Heartfelt Confessions

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

I may have done this a little wrong, but I wrote it in the sense of that they boys where enamored with the gn!insert. That they had a crush on them yet the insert confessed to them. I hope I got that right!

Billy / Wise / Lycaon x Shy-Gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: none?

✦ I’ll be honest, this would probably go over his head at first. Billy is familiar with their mannerisms and is always patient with them. After all, he just adores how they stumble over their worlds when they wish to comment on anything their cute mind is thinking over. So Billy is just standing there, looking at them as they gather their thoughts and admit their growing affects to them. Yet he’s too focused on the dewy glaze over their eyes when they shyly look up at him, the subtle pout on their lips where he could only dream to feel on his face-plates.

✦  But after some moments of quiet and Billy finally registering what it is they said, he’s baffled and exclaiming why someone so amazing- a beacon of joy and pure innocence, a being that anyone would be more than blessed to have been in the presence of when they flash their most radiant smile- would ever like the likes of him! Believe me, if his long pause of silence from before startled them nervous, his own sudden confession made them embarrassed as he’s practically screaming how amazing they are.

✦ But they assure him that they’ve always admired and shortly grew to love his flaws and perfections. That he made them feel safe and how he made them laugh when times grew grim, that he is always too patient and understanding and that no matter what he was told, they’d only see the real him. The person who cheers up a friend, a person who is passionate about the interests of his colleague, a person who is strong and steps up for others who can’t themselves. Billy could feel his gears and joints ache in the need to collapse as their words come out confident and true, wanting to be a mere puddle beneath their feet. Needless to say, he happily accepted after making another scene which only made them more embarrassed.

✦ His crush has been working part-time at the store with them, always helping them out with returns and promotional materials. So when Belle left to run some errands and it was just them two, Wise was shocked at first when they asked to speak with him in private. So in the staff room, they rushed out their confession that Wise was worried that they could have bitten their tongue and tried to calm them down.

✦ He holds their arms gently and tells them that it’s alright and how he’s nothing but happy to hear this. He’ll admit, he’s known about their affections for a while after all he’s Wise, cunning and sharp with attention to details. That and while he won’t admit it, Belle has at times helped him figure out if they really do like him. The teasing she and Eous gave him, if word got out to you he’d probably die there and now. Maybe he should have gone through Fairy and see to it that any camera recording of the incident be deleted.

✦ Seeing as he all accepted their confess, they smile happily before he pulls them into a tight hug, heart beating as he finally could do all the things he wanted now that they knew he liked them- no, cherished their affect and love. He couldn’t wait to bombard them with the soft touches, lingering kisses and teasing whispers that he has held back out of respect and belief that they were nothing more than just friends, co-workers, allies. That is, if they would be mentally ready as he notices how fidgety and flushed they became at the simple gesture of affection. Yeah, he’ll go slow with them for sure, but he was nothing but excited.

✦ Lycaon cares dearly for his proxy and always attempts to keep things professional between the two. However, it proves difficult when they always depend on them when working together, always seeking him out and giving him the time of day while others probably wouldn’t. He holds them closely to his heart, so anytime they call on him, he’s at attention and can’t help but have to hold back the need to kneel before them and pledge loyalty there. Which would have made them more nervous and flushed when they ask about what they are.

✦ Of course, they’ve noticed his attention to detail in their mannerism and how he’s always stepping up to help them should they grow to shy to order or help solve their problem they thought dumb and meaningless. They are scared of ruining this little bond of theirs, but Von could only assure them that their feelings are true, that he would be an idiot should he not accept their confession as he too has nothing but love filled for them. He compromised that they’ll still hold a professional work relationship but in private, he’d want nothing more than to be theirs.

✦ The way they blush and start fidgeting with a strand of hair, he hadn’t noticed how his tail swayed happily despite the calm and clear demeanor he displayed. The mere motion made them only awe at how cute he was, taking his gloved hand as he lifted it towards his muzzle. The lightest of kisses on the back of their hand, skin warmed at the touch as he only stares with those dark red eyes of his. Piercing as to say they were his as he is theirs, a bond stronger than human- one of the beast and their tamer.

[riastraa]

Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Billy Kid, Anton Ianvov, Ben Bigger, Wise, and Von Lycaon accidentally finding out that their GN crush likes them because of their bangboo said they really like him but asked if he likes them too please?

Pairings -> Billy Kid, Anton Ivanov, Ben Bigger, Wise, Von Lycaon x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Your own bangboo says that you have feelings for them and asks them if they like you back

Genre -> Fluff

Billy Kid

This is a cute one

Billy Kid was quite oblivious that you had feelings for him until your bangboo confessed that you had feelings towards Billy and asks if he liked you back

Your bangboo was quite the troublemaker

You had told your every secret to your bangboo as well as your feelings for Billy Kid

So the day when you were hanging out with the cunning hares

You mostly hanged out with Billy in his room

Your bangboo cared to come with you

Now you were talking with Nicole since she wanted to talk to you about something

So Billy and your own Bangboo were alone

That's when your Bangboo confessed your love towards him

He's surprised

Your bangboo then asks if he likes you back

This man would then run out to find you

As he confessed to you face to face

You would be a confused blushing mess

Anton Ivanov

Okay Anton is also oblivious that you have feelings for him

So you and your Bangboo would be with Grace as she talks to you about your Bangboo

While you were occupied

Your Bangboo spotted Anton as your Bangboo went up to him

Anton was working on his bro aka his weapon

Then he would feel something touch his leg and he looks down to spot your Bangboo

Anton would bend down to be able to see your Bangboo and speak to it

Then the Bangboo would tell Anton something secret that you would tell your Bangboo every time

Your bangboo would confess your feelings to Anton

Making him Surprised

Then the Bangboo would ask him if he liked you back

Anton would just smirk and say yes of course he does

Now he would never stop flirting and teasing you about your feelings towards him

Until he says that your Bangboo told him

You now can't stop the fact your own Bangboo told your feelings towards Anton

Ben Bigger

This big guy doesn't even know you liked him because of how busy he is every now and then

But the time when your Bangboo confessed was when you were somewhere else on the work site of Belobog Industries

Ben was with Grace who was fixing your Bangboo

You were helping Koleda with other stuff since she said you were perfect for her problem

So Ben decided when Grace is finished fixing your Bangboo he would give your Bangboo back to you

When Grace finally finished, Ben thank her as he started to find you

But that's when you very own Bangboo confesses your feelings to him

He would be a nervous wreak

You don't even know that he knows now

But he's not going to say anything until you say your own feelings

But he sure does like you back

Wise

Wise is a quite busy guy, always doing commissions as well as looking after the store for Belle when she's busy with other stuff

The time when you came to the store with your Bangboo

Was actually the time when your Bangboo confesses you feelings towards Wise when you were right there

You would be stuttering as you felt embarrassed as you said there was a problem with your Bangboo

So he decided to check it out

But there was nothing wrong with your Bangboo

Then your Bangboo said that you told that you had feelings for Wise for a long time

Wise would be laughing as you felt more embarrassed

Wise wanted you to say it on your own

It took you a while to confess your feelings but he already knew anyways

So you confessed

And Wise said he liked you back

Which made you more relaxed as you didn't get rejected

Von Lycaon

Lycaon is also a busy guy, always looking care of something

The time when you came to the mansion since you were one of his clients you also brought your Bangboo to company you

Lycaon and the others welcomed you into the mansion as you made yourself comfortable but too comfortable

Corin was having some problems so you decided to help as you left Lycaon with your Bangboo

Big mistake

Honestly you shouldn't have brought your Bangboo in the first place as it was quite the chatter box

Lycaon was actually pleased that you liked him in that way actually

This man had his eyes on you as well

When you came back, Lycaon was smiling

Which made you confused at first until he explained what happened

You were nervous and embarrassed about how your own Bangboo confessed your own feelings to Lycaon

Lycaon chuckled as he reassured you that he liked you back

Which caused your to become a stuttering mess but eventually calmed down

-A<3

[riastraa]

— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[riastraa]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. ❀ ˎˊ- wise x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.3k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.

Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isn’t because of you.

Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.

But this time, it’s him who’s being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isn’t you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).

No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customers’ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chef’s eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why.

“Wise?”

He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. He’s quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.

“Sorry, you were saying?” he says smoothly (at least he hopes it’s smooth, he still doesn’t know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laugh. “I was just saying that you have a little something on your face.”

Wise feels his cheeks warm. “Oh, really? Thanks for telling me.”

He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly you’re all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.

“Wha- Wait, what’re you-” he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.

“Hey, stand still,” you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.

At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.

As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadn’t fainted on the spot. That would’ve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.

His face feels cooler - hopefully it isn’t so red anymore. By the time he’s able to think coherently again, you’ve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what you’re talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.

The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?

And this isn’t the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his… ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).

Just last week, he’d seen you at the Coff Café, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.

Wise hadn’t questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.

But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasn’t sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.

He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars he’d see at twilight, when he couldn’t sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eridu’s nightlife.

Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Man’s artificial eyes.

He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of “good luck” haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.

The amount of times he’s caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he can’t count on both hands - and that’s not including what Belle has tried. It’d be funny if it wasn’t also incredibly humiliating.

“Master, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you should’ve stayed home to take a nap.”

Wise sighs. “Be quiet, Fairy. I’m in public.”

“What?” you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing he’d been a little too loud.

“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - it’s a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.

“No, it’s okay,” you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. “You’ve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?”

You, Wise wants to say, but he doesn’t feel like embarrassing himself further. “I guess I’m just tired. Long day today.”

“I can tell,” you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. “Come on, I’ll walk you home. You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

Wise’s heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.

“Bro!” Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you aren’t looking. “[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-”

Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belle’s mouth. You can’t help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.

“Ignore her,” he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. “Do you want to come in, or…?”

“No, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands bashfully. “It’s getting late, so I should be getting back home.”

Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

You nod, shifting your feet. “I guess it is.”

Wise’s brows furrow at your behavior - what’s on your mind. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.

You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and it’s almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.

“I really enjoyed today,” you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angel’s. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”

Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.

It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.

“Hey sis?”

Belle sounds as shocked as him. “Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to faint.”

He hears his sister sigh.

“Wise, you’re helpless, you know that?” she shakes her head exasperatingly. “And just when you finally made progress too.”

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[riastraa]

cherry wine

(separate) belle & wise, gn reader, kinda ooc... because im still early game i think..., late-night proofreading. godspeed if ur reading this 🫶🏾

wc; ~1.7k total

phaethon can navigate hollows with ease. but a crush?

Wise does not hear any of the words that play loudly on the screen in front of him. He doesn’t care to. Though this is one of his favorites– his brain is occupied by you just sitting here, beside him.

The documentary buzzes on about its topic, but Wise can’t make out a word over the sound of his rapidly beating heart. He’s stiff– sat up straight as a board even if the soft cushions of the couch beckon him to do otherwise. He can’t think. Usually he is the one who can iron out the folds of a situation, a cool collected mind built to play in contrast to his sister. But now his thoughts are a mess- contorted underneath the blunt of his embarrassment. If Belle were here now, she’d laugh right in his face.

It’s her fault he’s in this mess to begin with.

(“You suck at hiding it, you know,” Belle is at his side in the doorway, waving you goodbye for the day. Her words make him jolt.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Your crush, obviously.”

Wise is almost sure that for a moment, his heart stops beating. He barely manages to suppress the gasp that threatens to spill out of his throat.

Instead he brushes it off, turns on his heel pointedly and shakes his head from a sudden bout of fake-exhaustion.

“Okay. I’m calling it a night—”

“You’re probably not the only one to like them, Wise.”

He stops in his tracks.

Because she's right. In the months the two have come to know you, you've been the kind, helpful neighbor who has helped them through thick and thin. You are known on Sixth Street, a regular name heard from store to store— he'd be foolish to think that he's the only one that has warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of you. Damn.

“Buuut,” Belle nudges him playfully on the shoulder, her signature smile making her eyes crinkle at the edges, “You could be the first to make a move.”

“Belle–”

“I’ll even help! Come on Wise!”)

And now he’s here, with his heart fit to burst out of his chest.

“So…uh,”

Your attention is on him now, the smoothness of his voice pulling you from the visuals of the movie. Little does he know, Wise is a pleasant sight for the eyes. He has a soft, lopsided smile, and his complexion is tinted with warmth because of his room’s dim lighting. (It’s strange, though, that the more you look the more intense it seems to get.) His eyes are usually crystal clear and focused, but now they are glossed over with something that looks like unease.

The longer you stare, the harder his heart beats against his ribcage. It’s not fair, truly. You’ve only sat next to him and looked in his direction, yet his face feels like it burns and his tongue is too heavy to form proper words. Movies are his thing. Belle had suggested this because it should be easy. But he can’t think straight when butterflies are soaring in his stomach.

At the very least, he wants to see if you’re even enjoying the documentary, so he wills his mouth to do something other than open and immediately snap shut.

“Do you…like me?”

The movie. He meant the movie. The sentence was supposed to be: Do you like the movie.

There is something pitiful, Wise thinks, in how he scrambles to make up for his botched words. The calm, steady tones of his voice are replaced by chopped up mix-mashes of sentences, trying desperately to weave into something coherent.

To no avail of course.

His mouth can’t seem to stop now that it’s started, fragment after fragment tumbling freely out of his mouth– like it has a mind of its own. He’s flushed up to the ears, the pink flush to his skin now all- encompassing. His mouth just keeps moving– until you manage to stop it with your own.

You can feel his breath hitch in his throat. Wise doesn’t think he deserves a reward this good after fumbling so badly, but when your lips brush against his he can’t find it in himself to be truly upset. You are pulling at the edges of his jacket, hands digging hard into the material to ensure he doesn’t try to pull away. You can’t stand to see him apologize for crossing some sort of nonexistent line– your feelings are returned.

“Does that answer your question?”

Wise has to take a moment to breathe. The kiss was a short little thing, one that was chaste in nature– you just wanted him to be sure of your own feelings. The blue-green of his eyes are focused on you– truly focused, this time, not a fleeting glance that is quickly cast away.

“Wise?”

Your voice snaps him out of the daze he was in.

“Yeah. Yeah, but,”

It’s his turn to pull you in this time– subtly soft hands cupping your cheeks.

“Would you mind ‘answering’ me again?”

Belle is someone you’ve always looked up to.

She’s sweet and smart, and throughout all your errands throughout Sixth Street she’s always available to lend a hand. You couldn’t find a paper long enough to list all the reasons you’re grateful for her presence.

That being said, when you’re face to face with her, you can’t quite seem to get yourself together.

“C’mon, you’re not going easy on me, are you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Belle pouting, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out. It’s adorable, and you’re so taken that you fully run into her snake on the arcade machine.

It was her idea to go out once the day had come to a close. The sun still hangs lazily in the sky, casting everything in gold. The arcade is a place where you can relax after being pulled this way and that by different people around town. This time, Belle joins you, offhandedly mentioning how she also needs to destress from such a long day at work.

You’re a bit distracted, though, when the neon lights reflect in her eyes and make her smile that much more radiant.

“You’re not answering…” Belle gasps, complete with a theatrical hand to her chest, “You are, aren’t you!”

“No, of course not! I just,” It dawns on you that the arcade is nearly empty, and suddenly this one-on-one game of snake seems far more intimate than it actually is. It’s just you and her. You can’t help but feel a bit giddy on the inside– the excitement must deal a blow to your accuracy.

“I’m just off my game, that’s all.”

Belle hums, contemplative. You can’t help but feel worried when the gears of her brain start turning.

“In that case…That just means we need to up the steaks!”

“Up the steaks?”

She nods, and her smile grows more devious by the second.

“Mhm! Let’s say…” Belle taps her chin, and though she is putting on a show of trying to think of something, you have a sneaking suspicion that she has already decided what it is she’s after, “The loser has to give something to the winner?”

You know, distantly, that this has to play into Belle’s hands somehow. But she’s never done you any harm, and her eagerness is so palpable that you can’t help but concede.

“Alright, alright. Fine.”

There is nothing but the buzz and click of the machine for a while, and Belle was right– the new motivation lights a fire underneath you, and suddenly your nerves are replaced by a burning desire to win. You don’t know what you’ll ask for if you do– by the time you two are finished here, with the score finally settled, you’re sure most of Sixth Street’s shops will be closed. But you want to win.

You swerve at the last minute to avoid Belle’s snake, grabbing a diamond on the tile in front by the skin of your teeth. But Belle has always been sneaky, able to pull a last-minute change in a situation with ease. She cuts a sharp turn, and the rest of her snake is able to encircle yours. You watch with a sickly sense of dread as your snake breaks into itty-bitty pieces.

You heave a sigh– at least it was a good game. But you’re still soured at the loss of a win that was so close.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Belle is grinning, eyes forming little crescents, “Don’t tell me you’re a sore loser…”

You roll your eyes, but you’re far too endeared to be properly annoyed.

“’Course not. You won,”

The arcade’s lights have started to dim by now, the peachy-colored sky dipped into inky darkness as you step out.

“Even if you were sneaky about it.”

“Was not!”

You glare out of the corner of your eye, and again you are met with a playful pout.

“What is it you want, anyway?” You busy yourself with walking a few steps ahead, avoiding her moonlit face as much as possible. How can you put up a fight when she looks at you like that?

“Well,” Belle gazes upon the shops along Sixth Street, their windows dark and their doors closed, “Everything is closed for the night, looks like. I’ll have to get a bit creative, huh?”

Belle’s footsteps grow louder, and before you know it she’s made her way in front of you, eyes full of starlight.

“How about…”

She takes slow, calculated steps toward you, and your heart leaps in your throat.

“A kiss?”

Belle is but a few inches away from you, her head tilted and her gaze soft. Her voice is quiet and unusually meek as she says it, like her confidence had reached its limit.

“…O-of course, if you don’t want to–”

You pull her in before you can second-guess yourself. Her lips are plush, and though she is initially surprised by your sudden movement, it takes barely a second for you to feel them smile against your own. Her arms link around you like it’s the easiest thing she’s ever done, and the silver-tinted street is drowned out like it never mattered.

When you part, her face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. You aren’t better off– you’re so happy that you now stand on wobbly legs.

“Happy now?”

“Hm, not quite. I think you should give me another.”

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ty for reading! rbs w/comments are appreciated!

[riastraa]

The Proxy is Crushing?

Here are some cute headcanons for Wise when he has a crush:

Nervous and Fidgety: Wise tends to become visibly nervous around his crush. His usually calm demeanor becomes more anxious, often shifting his weight from one foot to the other or playing with his hands.

Crush: "Do you have any good documentary recommendations? I’ve been wanting to learn more about ancient civilizations."

Wise, fidgeting with a VHS tape and shifting his weight: "Oh, um, yes! There’s this amazing documentary about the history of Mesopotamia. It's really detailed and fascinating. I, uh, could lend you a copy if you'd like?"

Thoughtful Gestures: Wise pays close attention to the little details about his crush, often remembering their favorite things and surprising them with thoughtful actions. 

Wise, handing a fresh cup of coffee: "Here, I thought you might need this."

Crush, pleasantly surprised as they smell the coffee: "You remembered my favorite coffee blend?"

Wise, smiling shyly: "Yeah, I thought you might need a pick-me-up. I remembered you mentioned it last week."

Blushing: Despite his typically composed nature, Wise can’t help but blush when his crush compliments him or gets too close. 

Wise is organizing some VHS tapes on a shelf, focused on his task. He’s been chatting with his crush about the latest movie releases. 

Crush, smiling warmly: "You look really nice today."

Wise, momentarily stunned and turning to face them, cheeks flushing: "Oh, uh, thanks! You... you look great too."

Overthinking: Wise often overanalyzes his interactions with his crush, replaying conversations in his mind and wondering what they meant by certain comments. He can get caught in a loop of second-guessing himself.

Crush gives Wise a compliment.

Crush: "You always have the best ideas!"

Later, Wise confides in Belle: "Do you think they meant that? Or were they just being nice? Maybe I read too much into it..."

Subtle Compliments: He praises his crush's intelligence, sense of humor, or unique qualities, always in a subtle, genuine way.

Crush: "I'm not sure if I can pull this off."

Wise, sincerely: "You always surprise me with how capable you are. I believe in you."

Protective Streak: Wise becomes more protective of his crush, always looking out for their safety and well-being.

Crush: "I'm thinking of going into the Hollow alone."

Wise, concerned: "Alone? No way. It's too dangerous. Let me come with you."

Daydreaming: Wise often finds himself daydreaming about spending time with his crush. He imagines different scenarios, from fun outings to quiet, intimate moments.

Wise is sitting at the counter, staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes. He’s imagining a cozy afternoon at home, snuggled up on the bed with his crush. They’re wrapped in a warm blanket, watching a movie together, with his crush resting their head on his chest.

Belle, waving a hand in front of his face: "Hello, Earth to Wise!"

Wise, snapping out of it and shaking his head slightly: "Oh, sorry! Just...thinking about something."

Nervous Laughter: Wise tends to laugh nervously when he's flustered, trying to cover up his feelings with humor.

Crush, noticing Wise's slightly tense posture: "You seem nervous. Everything okay?"

Wise, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of his neck: "Me? Nervous? Nah, just, uh, excited, I guess."

Crush, raising an eyebrow playfully: "Excited, huh? About what?"

Wise, still chuckling awkwardly as his cheeks flush: "Oh, you know... just the usual stuff. Nothing major."

Confiding in Belle: He secretly confides in Belle about his feelings, seeking advice but often regretting it when she teases him.

Wise talks to Belle about his crush.

Wise: "I can't stop thinking about them. What if they don't feel the same?"

Belle, teasing: "You? Overthinking? Never. Just be yourself, Wise. They already seem to like you."

Subtle Flirting: Wise tries to flirt subtly, using clever wordplay and teasing remarks, hoping to gauge his crush's reaction.

Crush, looking around the carefully set-up room: "Did you really plan all this?"

Wise, with a soft smile and a hint of teasing in his voice: "Maybe. I had to impress you somehow, right?"

Crush, smiling warmly: "Oh, I'm definitely impressed. I didn't know you had such a sweet side."

Wise, chuckling gently: "Well, I guess you bring out the best in me." He looks at them with genuine affection, his eyes warm. "Besides, I think you're worth the effort."

[riastraa]

At Your Service

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: You are the daughter of a wealthy family in New Eridu. Lycaon has been your loyal butler since you first moved out from your childhood home. You're about to find out just how far Lycaon is going to go to prove his devotion to you.

Word Count: 4.8k

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Mild Yandere, implied r@cisim (not by reader or Lycaon), domestic violence (not by Lycaon), attempted SA (not by Lycaon), graphic violence, dubcon, oral (f receiving), pet names, playful biting, unprotected p in v, knotting, breeding kink, creampie

A/N: Just when I thought Jiyan from Wuthering Waves had me in a chokehold (he still does), Hoyo literally said "hold my beer." Does being down bad for Von Lycaon make me a furry? Probably. Do I care? Nope. He's hot and I can't get enough of him.

"As you can see, we had record profits this month. The campaign with the promoters definitely made a huge difference in our profit margin--"

You can't help but let out a loud sigh, resting the side of your face in the palm of you hand as your elbow keeps your head up as you stare into the webcam at your office computer. This is your last meeting of the day, heck, of the week. Unfortunately with the finance department of your family's business: a publishing company for video games and video tapes. Given how popular consumable media is in New Eridu, the business had taken off, you and your family now set for life. This also meant that your parents expected you to take over once they retire; you were still struggling to come to terms with that fact.

"-- that concludes this week's financial overview, I hope everyone has a good weekend!"

You waste no time turning off your webcam and shutting down your work computer. You couldn't get out of the office building fast enough. Getting into your car, you make the drive home to just beyond Sixth Street.

You live in one of the larger homes on the outskirts of New Eridu thanks to the success of your family's company. You park your car, getting out and approaching your front door. Before you even have a chance to dig your keys out of your pocket to unlock the door, your front door opens and you are greeted by your tall, imposing wolf Thiren butler: Von Lycaon of Victoria Housekeeping.

"Welcome home, my lady. I already have dinner started. I trust your day went well?"

"Hey Lycaon… it was alright," you reply as you step through the doorway, Lycaon stepping aside to let you through, "what's for dinner?"

You feel his deft clawed fingers help you take off your jacket before walking it over to the entryway closet to hang it up, his steel mechanical legs echoing in the entryway as he walks.

He answers you while hanging up your jacket, "roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and broccoli, my liege."

You chuckle, "you've been here for years, yet I still cannot get used to you addressing me like someone who's important."

Lycaon turns slightly just as he was about to shut the closet door, his red eye scrutinizing you, "but you are important, my lady."

You feel your cheeks tingle at his response, but quickly shake your head to compose yourself, "Do you… need any help with dinner?"

"I do not require any help. Not that I would trouble you with such trivial matters," he replies, walking away from the closet to head back into the kitchen.

"If you insist…" you hesitate; even after all this time, you're not accustom to having someone else doing all the house work, "I'll be in the living room watching TV. Come get me when dinner is ready, alright?"

Turning to you once more, Lycaon gives you a nod and a subtle smirk before walking into the kitchen. You don't realize your eyes are lingering on him as he walks away; watching the intricate parts on his prosthetic legs move as he walks, the way his right arm his bent behind him, his fist clenched, the way his large bushy tail wags gently as he--

You blink a few times, once again shaking your head and bringing your hand to your forehead.

Fucking hell, girl, get a hold of yourself. He's your freaking butler.

You turn and walk into the living room, collapsing onto the couch. Leaning forward, you grab the remote off of the coffee table and turn the TV on, mindlessly scrolling through the channels before settling on some talk show. You don't focus on the show, instead, you pull out your phone and check your notifications. You notice you have a Knock Knock message from someone, so you open the notification bubble to check it.

"Hey! It's Steve, are we still on for dinner tomorrow?"

"Oh… that's right… I'm supposed to have dinner with that guy Mom hooked me up with…" you say to yourself, rolling your eyes before you type out your response.

"Yeah. Did you still want to pick me up from my house?"

You see the typing ellipses pop up a few times before his response comes through, "if you're comfortable with that, yeah!"

Normally, you would never let some strange man pick you up from your house to go on some blind date, but you know for a fact Lycaon wouldn't let anything happen to you; those mechanical prosthetic legs weren't just for show. You've witnessed first hand the damage they can do a handful of times in the years you've known him.

"My lady," you hear Lycaon call to you from the threshold of the living room, startling you from your thoughts, "my apologies, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no… it's fine. I'm guessing dinner is ready?" you reply, turning around to face him while still seated on the couch.

"Indeed. Would you like to eat in the dining room or here, my lady?" he asks as he straightens his posture.

"We can eat in here. Come watch TV with me Lycaon, I insist." you reply, waving him into the living room.

"As you wish, my lady, I shall plate dinner and bring it in here, one moment."

You watch as he gracefully turns around, walking out, the metallic rattle of his legs echoing as he returns to the kitchen. He returns promptly with two plates of food and utensils. He hands you your plate first before taking his own and sitting in a nearby chair. He crosses his legs, his large tail then settling onto his lap as be began to eat his meal. You waste no time digging in; you absolutely loved Lycaon's cooking and tonight was no exception. You're so focused on your meal that you almost miss your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pull it out, seeing another Knock Knock notification.

"I take it you don't want me to pick you up at your house…?"

"Oh shit…" you curse to yourself, having forgotten to respond to Steve.

You quickly text him to that it's fine and send him your address before gently setting your phone onto the coffee table.

"What was that all about, my lady?" Lycaon asks, as perceptive as ever, even while eating dinner.

"Oh nothing," you say, tucking your legs up onto the couch as you continue to eat dinner, "I'm just making plans with someone to go to dinner tomorrow night. I forgot to text him back."

"I see, should I plan to make dinner just for myself then?"

"No, set aside a plate for me… just incase the plan falls through…"

"As you wish, my lady."

The two of you continue to eat dinner in silence, your gaze unconsciously wandering over to him, lingering on his mechanical prosthetics before moving to the mask he wears on his face, which covers one of his crimson eyes. You've always wondered what had happened to him, but Lycaon never talks about himself and you didn't want to pry into something that is probably really painful for him.

Sensing your gaze on him, he clears his throat before speaking, "Is everything alright, my lady?"

"Oh--! Sorry, I was just zoning out…" you quickly retort before returning your attention to your meal.

Once the two of you are finished with your meal, you switch channels and watch the latest episode of Starlight Knights while Lycaon gets absorbed in a book. Exhaustion sinks its teeth into you suddenly and you fall asleep on the couch. Noticing this, Lycaon sets his book aside, standing up and scooping you into his arms before carefully carrying you to bed upstairs, his tail wagging gently the whole way there.

The next morning, you are pulled from your sleep by the smell of bacon. Your eyes slowly open and you stretch your arms out over your head, letting out a loud yawn as you do so. You glance over at the clock; it's nearly 10:00 in the morning. You're shocked Lycaon had let you sleep in this long. Upon setting your arms down in front of you, you come into contact with a breakfast tray. The food on it is still hot, Lycaon must have just brought it in. He made your favorite: waffles with fresh berries, syrup and bacon. You can't help but smile as you grab the nearby fork and dig in.

As you're eating, you suddenly realize you don't recall getting into bed last night, you were still wearing the outfit you had on yesterday. Lycaon must have carried you to bed… again. That's been happening more and more frequently, you feel terrible that he felt obligated to carry you to bed. Still, you feel a warmth in your chest thinking about him taking care of you; you guess that's only natural given he's been your butler for so long.

Your parents had insisted on hiring someone from Victoria Housekeeping when you decided to move out after buying a house, mainly for protection. Being the daughter of a prominent publishing giant came with its risks as you soon learned. As unnecessary as you found it at first, you were very grateful for Lycaon's protection and companionship. Even so, you were hesitant to admit you've caught feelings for the enigmatic butler; could anyone blame you though? Von Lycaon was legendary in both his services and his physical prowess; hence why your family hired him specifically. Only the best for their daughter.

Despite your complicated feelings for Lycaon, your mother insisted on playing match maker. This latest man she picked out is the first one you've entertained going on a date with, mainly to shut your mother up. You honestly had no desire to date anyone; you have everything you could possibly need right now, even with how you feel about your butler.

The rest of the day is uneventful and before you know it, the sun is setting, casting orange rays into your windows. Lycaon is in the kitchen doing up dishes when he hears a loud knock on the door. He stops, his gaze shifting to the front door as whoever is out there continues to knock. Letting out a low growl, he takes his hands out of the dishwater, drying them off before putting his fingerless gloves back on. Tucking one of his arms behind him, he approaches the front door, opening it. He is greeted by short human male, his brown hair greasy and slicked back with a red goatee that is haphazardly trimmed and rectangle glasses. The man's eyes widen upon seeing Lycaon, who is glaring down at him with a furrowed brow. The man tries to speak, but finds himself at a loss for words.

"What business do you have with my Master?" Lycaon asks, his tone dark, his threatening gaze unwavering.

"I… uh… I'm here to pick up… uh…" the male stammers, checking something on his phone.

"It's fine, Lycaon! I'm expecting him, his name is Steve!" Lycaon hears you call from within the house.

Upon hearing you come down the stairs from your bedroom, Lycaon turns to look at you as you approach the front door. You suddenly stop in your tracks upon seeing the man at the front door, your eyes wide.

He looks nothing like the photos your mother sent of him.

Sensing your unease, Lycaon goes to you, giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder as he shifts to stand behind you, standing tall and puffing his pectoral muscles outward; almost as if he's asserting his dominance. You banish the thought; that'd be ridiculous, he's your butler for crying out loud!

"Is this the person you mentioned you were going to dinner with, my lady?" Lycaon asks, his crimson gaze still locked on Steve.

You nod, swallowing hard as you struggle to get your anxiety under control. Your mother probably sent an outdated picture. Everything will be fine.

It wasn't fine. Steve took you to some dimly lit dive in Lumina Square; you didn't even think a place this dingy could exist. You are not a vain person, but this place is absolutely abhorrent. Steve was rambling on and on about god knows what, you stopped listening awhile ago; wishing desperately to be home where a beautifully cooked meal would be waiting for you. You're glad that you had Lycaon make a plate for you.

"-- so, what's with the Thiren living with you?" Steve asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

Realizing he's asking about Lycaon, you sit up straight, setting your hands onto the table, "he's my butler, why?"

Steve scoffs, giving you a sly smirk, "he's awfully jacked to be just a butler. I've never seen a Thiren built like that."

"He is able to protect me if needed, if that's what you're getting at," you reply, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in your voice.

"You won't need him anymore," Steve says, that stupid smirk still on his face as he leans forward, resting his chin on one of his hands as he rests his elbow on the table.

You lean back, crossing your arms, "and why is that?"

"Because you have me now."

The silence that follows after Steve's statement could have been cut with a knife. You discreetly pull out your phone, opening the Knock Knock app and send a single message to Lycaon.

"Lumina Square please come."

"I don't recall telling you that we're dating," you finally break the silence as you look up at Steve, your heart pounding in your chest as your anxiety heightens.

"You didn't have to, you let me take you to dinner. It's clear you're now my girlfriend," Steve says, gazing at you like you're a slab of meat, "and I want you to get rid of that butler. I don't need some disgusting Thiren third wheeling us."

He's one of those people. Fucking great.

"Lycaon isn't going anywhere, thank you very much," you reply as you suddenly stand up from the table, making your way to the entrance of the restaurant, "this date is over."

Steve stands up, rushing over to you and grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you to him, "you're not going anywhere, sweetheart!"

The small handful of people in the restaurant just stare at the two of you as you struggle against Steve's grasp; no one makes a move to help you.

"Let go of me you greasy asshole!" you yell, spitting in his face.

Steve scowls, wiping your spit from his face before slapping you across the face. You cry out when his hand makes contact, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. One of Steve's hands grasps your back side, squeezing so hard that you know for certain it's going to bruise later. The other hand grabs your chin, forcing your head so it's facing his and he tries to kiss you.

The front door of the restaurant suddenly gets kicked in and you feel a familiar chill in the air. You don't need to look to know that your loyal butler has arrived.

"Get your filthy hands off my Master," Lycaon growls, his heavy steps quickly advancing.

Steve sucks in a breath, his eyes widening as he lets go of you, shoving you away. You can see that he's trembling, frozen in place. You notice a wet spot on his pants, right between his legs.

Oh my god… he's pissed himself.

You stifle a laugh at this realization as you watch Lycaon approach him. The individual parts on his mechanical legs popping out and coating in ice, cooling the air around him. You pick up the chatter around you.

"Isn't that the owner of Victoria Housekeeping?!"

"Yeah, that's Von Lycaon!"

"I wouldn't want to be that guy right now…"

Steve stumbles backwards as Lycaon stalks towards him, his posture confident and his right arm tucked behind him.

"Dude I'm sorry! I was desperate ok?! It won't happen again!"

"You're right," Lycaon growls, his eye shifting up at Steve, his gaze like a crimson dagger, "it won't."

Within a blink of an eye, Lycaon rushes forward, punching him in the gut. Steve hunches over, a splatter of blood coming out of his mouth. Lycaon brings up one of his legs, kneeing Steve in the face before bringing his other leg around to give him a roundhouse kick. You cry out along with the other patrons as Steve is hurled into the back of the restaurant, crashing against the wall so hard, it leaves a large indent in the wall where Steve's body made contact before crashing to the floor. For a moment, Steve doesn't move and you start to fear that Lycaon might have killed him; that is until Steve starts groaning, staggering while standing up.

"You… You hit like a bitch…" Steve groans, wiping the blood coming from his mouth.

You spot a subtle smirk form on Lycaon's lips as he walks towards Steve, ice once again gathering on his mechanical legs, several different parts starting to glow. He stands in front of Steve once more, who is now laughing nervously.

"Say that again, cretin. To my face."

Not so tough now that Lycaon is inches in front of him, Steve remains silent, his legs wobbling as he fights to keep himself standing up. You watch Steve swallow hard, seemingly building up his courage.

"You hit like a bi--"

If you had blinked, you would have missed Lycaon kicking straight upwards, causing Steve's head to violently snap backwards, an audible crack reverberating in the restaurant. Steve drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Lycaon takes a moment to brush himself off before turning around and walking up to you.

"Don't worry, my lady, he's not dead," he says, as if reading your mind as he gently takes your arm to lead you outside, "let's get you home."

The first thing Lycaon had done once the two of you had gotten home was start the shower for you. You have no idea how much time has passed since you stepped inside, letting the hot water fall on you as you silently cry. You should have listened to your gut when you realized Steve looked nothing like the photo your mother had sent you. That is the last time you let your mother play match maker. You felt awful that Lycaon had to basically come rescue you. There's no doubt your father is going to catch wind about what happened, especially considering the amount of damage Lycaon had caused in the restaurant.

You'll worry about that later. Right now, all you wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to sleep. You turn the shower off, pushing the shower curtain aside to step out, but you stop yourself. You find one of your bathrobes folded neatly on the counter next to the sink, but that's not all. A single red rose is placed on top of the folded robe. You carefully step out of the shower, approach the bathroom counter, gingerly pick up the rose and twirl it in your fingers slowly; the rose having been meticulously de-thorned.

Lycaon…?

Another spot of red in the corner of your eye catches your attention. Turning to look, you see that there is a trail of red rose petals on the floor that leads out of the bathroom. You take the robe and put it on, wrapping it around your nude body and tying it before you follow the trail of rose petals. Upon opening the bathroom door, you are once again stunned, too frozen in shock to move. The rose petals lead straight to your bed, the plush white comforter not only covered in petals, but with whole roses like the one you found in the bathroom; there's at least twenty of them, if not more.

You hesitantly walk towards your bed, your heart pounding in your chest. Did Lycaon do this? He must have, who else would have, you're the only two people in the house. But why? What does this mean? Your breaths are heavy, causing your chest to heave as you look down at your bed. You place your hand over your heart in an attempt to calm yourself. Surely, he's just trying to cheer you up after your horrific date. That must be it.

"My lady."

You suck in a breath at the sound of Lycaon's voice, slowly turning around to face him. Standing in the doorway, you immediately notice he's not wearing his signature vest, but just the white button up shirt he typically wears beneath the vest, the sleeves still rolled up to his elbows along with his black pants. The shirt is unbuttoned halfway, a tuft of fur spilling from his shirt. You feel your mouth hang slightly agape as your eyes run up and down Lycaon's form.

"If I had known you were going on a date with that… filth, I wouldn't have let you go."

He slowly approaches you, the sultry look in his eye erasing any doubts of his intentions; the sound of his mechanical legs walking across the floor echoing in your head as he approaches. You unconsciously take a step back away from him, the back of your legs hitting the foot of the bed.

"My liege," he whispers, the backs of his fingers gently caressing the side of your face, "there is no need to be alarmed. Unlike that disgusting drivel, I would never hurt you."

His fingers gently dance across your jaw line, moving downwards until he reaches your throat. You swallow hard as his fingers gingerly wrap around your neck, "that is unless… you want me to hurt you."

You watch his eye darken, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips as his fingers delicately squeeze the pulse points on your neck.

"Lycaon we… we shouldn't do this. If my father finds out--"

"To hell with your father," he growls, stepping closer to you, "I've seen how you look at me, my lady; the way your eyes linger on me when you think I'm not looking."

His hand moves from your throat, sliding down to rest onto your chest, right over your racing heart, "I know you want this as much as I do."

Your head is spinning, being pushed and pulled between all your complicated feelings. You do want this. As much as you want this, he's your butler under your family's employ, you know it's wrong. You hesitantly shake your head.

Lycaon lets out a low chuckle, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I can smell your arousal, my lady. You should know more than anyone that you can't fool me."

Wrapping one of his arms around your waist, he tenderly coaxes you to lay back onto the bed, his muzzle buried into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he cages you with his body. His hands grasp onto your thighs, gingerly spreading your legs apart so he can settle himself between them. You can feel him grazing his teeth along the side of your neck, to your jawline until his lips linger just in front of yours.

With a deep breath, you finally give in to your desires, kissing him deeply as your hands run up his chest. Your fingers find the buttons on his shirt and begin to unbutton them, his shirt falling open once you undo the last button. As your hands massage his chest, you can feel the toned muscle under his soft fur. Letting out a groan, Lycaon deepens your kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours.

You feel like the kiss lasts an eternity and let out a soft whimper when he breaks the kiss. He lets out a low chuckle as he leans down, kissing your collar bone as he unties your robe, pushing off you. Once your body is exposed, he trails kisses between your breasts, over your stomach until you can feel his warm breath over your folds.

"From this moment on, I will be the only man touching you," he states, his gaze locked on yours has he runs his tongue through your folds before continuing, "if a man so much as breathes on you, I will snap him in half like a twig."

Between his ministrations on your cunt and his words, you're completely overwhelmed by pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you lay your head against the mattress; your pussy walls fluttering around nothing. You hear another low chuckle from Lycaon.

"Oh? Do you like that, my liege? Do you like it when I protect you?" he asks with a playful tone.

He doesn't allow you to answer, however, because he immediately seals his lips around your throbbing clit, gingerly taking it between his teeth and caressing it with his tongue, reveling in the sound of the loud moans coming from you as he does so. You dig your heels into the bed as your hands grip the sheets. Your legs trembling, a strained cry comes out of you as you finally come undone on his tongue. Lycaon eagerly laps up your release.

"My lady, you're as succulent as the sweetest fruit," he says softly, licking your release from his lips as he begins to climb back on top of you.

He hooks both of his arms under your thighs, draping your legs onto his shoulders as he looms above you. Staring down at you longingly, he begins undoing the belt on his pants with one hand. Your eyes widen when he pulls out his member. It's massive, easily the biggest you've ever laid eyes on. You can't help but also notice the large knot at the base, causing your heart to flutter.

Is he going to fit?!

Leaning back on his haunches, he spits on your pussy, using his fingers to massage his saliva into your folds before leaning back on top of you. You can feel his cock prod at your entrance, causing your heart to race in anxiety and anticipation.

"Tell me if it's too much, ok?" he whispers as he moves his hips forward.

You nod, sucking in a breath as you feel him penetrate you, his girth filling you up perfectly. As he begins to thrust, you watch his tail begin to wag back and forth, teasing a smile from you. His lips once again lock with yours, kissing you deeply as he fucks you with steady and even thrusts. Moaning softly into his kiss, you run your hands up his chest, then up the sides of his neck before settling on each side of his face, your hips moving in time with his.

He feels absolutely heavenly inside you, your walls squeezing his cock as it bullies its way deeper and deeper. He abruptly stops and pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach before lining his member back up with your throbbing cunt.

"I'm going to breed this beautiful pussy." he says, sheathing himself back inside you up to his knot, "fill you up with all my pups. Would you like that, my liege?"

He begins to thrust again, more aggressively this time. Each thrust forcing his knot into you, stretching you. You nod weakly as more moans spill out of you and before long, his knot is finally fully inside, creating a seal. It's a little painful at first, but that is quickly replaced by the intense pleasure coursing through your body as he pounds into you. Letting out a growl, he bites into your shoulder as his thrusts become sporadic.

You cry out is name, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you claw the sheets with your fingers, your second orgasm barreling towards you. With one final thrust, he pushes himself as deep inside you as he can possibly go without hurting you, shooting his load straight into your womb, painting your insides white with his seed. Your whole body is trembling from your release, your walls squeezing him as his cock continues to throb inside you.

You feel Lycaon's tongue lap where he had bit into your shoulder before nuzzling your cheek with his, his powerful arms wrapping around you, "are you alight, my lady?"

You turn to him, kissing him on the cheek unable to get the huge smile off your face, "more than alight, Lycaon."

"Good. That's what I like to hear."

[riastraa]

𖦹 ` 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…

𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end

𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!

NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.

Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.

It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?

You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.

You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.

You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.

“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.

Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.

His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.

Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?

“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.

“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.

He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.

“Lycaon”

“Yes Master-?”

“Carry me to bed”

“Of course..I am at your service”

[riastraa]

!- RANDOM LUCA KANESHIRO HC’S -!

Warnings: suggestive content

Genre: NSFW

Word Count: 553 words 3,102 characters

Published: 5th July . 23

! Minors and Blank blogs DNI !

"You are perfect to me..."

Despite being seen as ‘innocent’ or just ‘unaware’ of innuendos and certain types of remarks that he might parrot or say everyday, he does make them a lot, often leading to you being given hints without your knowledge until you come to him. That’s his way of showing that he wants something without being too straightforward about it, he is just smart.

Yet at the same time, Luca’s confident and charismatic personality shines through in the bedroom, his magnetic presence and captivating gaze make it impossible to resist any of his advances when he does decide to come to you and be straightforward. Be careful that only happens when the matter cannot wait.

His natural charm that is often noticed by everyone around him extends to the intimate moments he shares with you. He knows exactly how to make you feel desired and cherished, showering you with compliments and affectionate gestures that leave you weak in the knees.

Along with his mischievous grin and playful nature, Luca tends to enjoy exploring new experiences with you. Not only is he open-minded but he is also very adventurous, always eager to discover more about your interests within the bedroom and bring them to life in exhilarating ways that you can't even imagine in your wildest dreams.

As seen on several of his endurance streams, it’s fair to note that Luca is more patient than most people, while he does have his moments of getting pissed off at losing too often, he never gives up and keeps going, which also translates to when he takes his sweet time exploring every inch of your body, until he finds the spots that make you squirm and quiver with pleasure. So be prepared to lay in bed for hours on end without knowing when it will end, but you better trust that your mind would be too clouded by pleasure and just too distracted by the unforgettable sensory experience you will be having with him.

Communication is key for Luca. He values open and honest talk, constantly encouraging you to share more of your desires and boundaries. He would make sure to have ‘Secret meetups’ that aren't much of a secret really, simply to make you feel more comfortable about talking about what you wish to try and what you wish to stop.

He is such a sweetheart both in and outside the bedroom, would spend days between your legs without growing tired, he doesn’t even care about his own pleasure, surely sometimes he cannot take it anymore and has to take you the way he pleases but that's for another time to discuss as long as you feel worshiped and are gasping in pleasure, tears decorating the corners of your eyes serving as a testament of how good he is making you feel, he is more than satisfied.

Luca’s energy and stamina, oh god, both awe-inspiring. He is always ready to go the extra mile for both of your satisfaction. With him, pleasure becomes this marathon of intense connection as his one and only goal is to leave you breathless and craving for more, he wants your body to memorize how he makes you feel, he wants to cloud every one of your thoughts, that way he never leaves your mind, he thinks that is cute <3

A/N: Luca brainrot Luca brainrot Luca brainrot, I cannot even begin to explain how much of my brain he takes up daily, I had to get these out of my system AND THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD FORGIVE MY MISTAKES.

ART CREDITS: @/LoiS_loisss -> twt

[riastraa]

I see that you write nsfw, so if your comfortable with such, can I request doppio dropscythe eating reader out? Maybe they haven’t seen each other for a while and hes feeling needy and wants them bad

#DDDESIRE... ft. doppio dropscythe

( warnings ) : gn!reader. explicit content + fingering + eating out. 18+ minors dni

It had been weeks since you’d last seen him. The days felt like months, every second stretching unbearably as you replayed the last time you were together. His touch, his voice, his gaze— every detail had burned itself into your memory. Tonight, the ache of missing him was too much to bear.

You sought solace in your own hands, letting your thoughts drift to him. The way he whispered your name, the fire in his eyes when he looked at you, the way his hands knew every inch of your body— it all came rushing back, fueling the heat pooling in your core. Your breath quickened as you lost myself in the fantasy, body responding to the phantom touch of the man you craved more than anything.

The quiet creak of the door jolted you back to reality. Your heart stuttered, a mix of embarrassment and hope crashing over. And then you saw him.

He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes dark and intense as they swept over you. The air crackled with unspoken desire as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he said, his voice rich with heat, sending a shiver down your spine.

The heat that warmed your cheeks didn’t deter him; if anything, it spurred him on. His gaze burned, not with judgment but with raw hunger. The thought of him watching, his presence amplifying every sensation, made your pulse race.

He crossed the room in a few strides, his confidence making your heart flutter. Dropping to his knees before you, he cupped your face with such tenderness that it made your chest ache. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. “But seeing you like this? God, I need you.”

With a gentle yet commanding touch, he guided your hands away, replacing them with his own. His mouth descended on you, and the first stroke of his tongue made you gasp, body arching toward him instinctively. Every movement of his lips and tongue was a reminder of how much you both missed this— missed each other.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled against your core, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through you. His words alone were almost enough to undo you.

Your hands found his hair, tangling in the familiar magenta strands, pulling him closer as if you could make him a part of you. His touch was relentless, worshipful, as though he were making up for all the time you’ve been apart.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. And with that, the dam broke 🤭. Pleasure surged through you, leaving you gasping and crying out his name, the sound raw and filled with the depth of longing.

“Doppio~!”

As the tremors subsided, he held you through the aftershocks, clamping your thighs, his touch grounding you even as the world tilted. His kisses trailed up your body, each one deliberate, each one carrying the weight of his love. When his lips finally met yours, he whispered against them, “I love you.”

Those three words, spoken in the quiet aftermath, filled the room with a tenderness that made your heart ache. He gathered you in his arms, cradling you as if u were the most precious thing in the world. His gaze held a silent vow, a promise that no distance, no time, would ever diminish what you shared.

[riastraa]

so...KRISIS 1 YEAR YUPPIEEEE

Can i ask how Krisis members (separately or Polykrisis 👉👈) would celebrate the first anniversary of marriage with the reader?

Sorry this isn't really detailed, i don't have much imagination :(

vezalius bandage

a true romantic at heart, plans an evening filled with small gestures that bring back memories of the past year. he recreate your wedding day with small twists, like choosing a different scenic spot for a private dinner or filling the room with the flowers from your bouquet.

vantacrow bringer

he wants to make your anniversary an adventure to remember. plans a spontaneous trip to somewhere you’ve never been before, where you’ll spend the day exploring and trying new experiences together.

yu q. wilson

he’s really someone who loves creative expressions, so he’ll spend months working on a personalized gift, like a handmade scrapbook, painting, or song, to commemorate the past year.

POLYKRISIS

The day begins softly, with you waking to a quiet, candle-lit breakfast on the balcony, prepared by Zali. He laid out a beautiful spread of your favorite breakfast items, and as you eat, he presents you with a small book containing notes and mementos from the past year together. A mix of pressed flowers, handwritten notes, and candid photos capturing little moments you’d almost forgotten.

As you’re finishing up, Vanta appears, grinning with a glint of excitement. “Alright, lovebirds, time for some fresh air!” He packed a surprise hiking trip to a nearby spot, insisting it’s a special place he’s been wanting to share with you. 

You set out together, laughter and light-hearted teasing filling the air as you make your way through the woods. It was challenging as ever, but with each of them encouraging you, it made your stress die down.

When you finally reach a scenic overlook, the view is breathtaking, you all settle down on a picnic blanket that Vanta had packed, pulling out snacks and drinks as you take in the view. Wilson then surprises you by pulling out a canvas and paints, inviting each of you to add your own little detail to a collaborative painting. 

It starts with Wilson sketching the landscape before Zali adds small, delicate flowers, and Vanta playfully splashes bold, bright colors to capture the energy of the day. By the time the painting is complete, it feels like a snapshot of your relationship—a mix of beauty, excitement, and artistry, all intertwined.

As evening falls, you head home, where Zali transformed the living room into a cozy, candle-lit space with music playing softly in the background. The three of them exchange knowing smiles before presenting their final surprise: sex a beautiful scrapbook filled with memories from the day. Wilson carefully crafted each page, and Vanta scribbled funny notes in the margins, while Zali added heartfelt quotes about love and connection.

You spend the rest of the night reminiscing, holding each other close as you talk about the journey you’ve taken together and all the dreams you share for the future. By the end of the night, lying in each other’s arms, it feels like the three of them have crafted the perfect anniversary celebration, a day that is as layered and vibrant as your love for each other.

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MINORS DNI

summary : he was doing the deed with you until his /your phone starts ringing.. what will he do?

pairing : luca kaneshiro x fem! reader / shu yamino x fem! reader

TW : literal smut 🧍‍♀️ praising , degrading , established relationship, overstimulation, HAIR PULLING , public sex n humiliation ( me thinks ) , JEALOUS! SHU , edging ?!-!1&1’qk, mentions of breed, mirror sex

SHU YAMINO

you both arrived home from a party, you were pretty drunk while shu was still sober since he didn’t want to pass out at the bar and you were touching him all over once he locked the front door.

shu didn’t know how to react except let you do it until you’re satisfied which you did not stop. He told you to stop countless of times but you didn’t bother budging.

and that’s how you end up with your hands on his desk while he pounds you senseless from behind, your back arching for him and his fingers resting on your spine. The perfect view for your handsome sorcerer.

“ s-shu!~ ah!– oh! shu.. so much.. “ you whined, tears threatening to fall while you hold onto the desk for dear life. Shu smirked at your reaction and pleads, leaning his chest down onto your back.

“ stop squirming, m’kay? it’ll be over soon. “ he whispered next to your ear, biting onto it as he continues pounding into your hole without mercy. You continue to moan and whine, desperately trying to release and get this over with.

shu would whisper sweet nothings to you and praising you, “ what a good girl you are, mmh? “ he’d chuckle softly as if he’s not wrecking your hole for hours.

he was so close.. so close he can finally releas– Your phone started to ring. Shu stopped his movements for a moment which you whined at the lost sensation , eyeing on the object that interrupted your session as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“ hold on– sorry, i think that’s your phon– oh it’s your friend. “ he said in a dark tone, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance until an idea came into his mind, smirking at you.

“ forgive me for this. “ he gave you an apologetic smile which quickly changed to his shit grinning fac— to your dismay, he answered the phone and put it on speaker.

you were about to snatch the phone away from him until he gave you sharp thrust, resulting you to yelp in surprise. “ s-shu..!- “ you yelled at him in a hushed tone, he’d look at you and putting his pointer finger in front of his mouth giving you a signal to be quiet.

before you could protest, he continued his sharp thrusting but not loud enough for your friend in the call to hear.. “ mhm? yeah, y/n is not here at the moment.. she’s busy with.. something. “ his smirk would get wider when you covered your mouth and letting out muffled moans and whimpers to keep yourself quiet.

he would send you a sharp thrust when you least expected it while he’s talking to your friend in the call, “ ah– sorry, i had to stretch a little bit. “ he said while pounding you senselessly from behind, he was so slow with it and you were about to whine for more.

he’d lean onto your back again, his mouth near your earlobe, “ you’re doing great, babe.. i promise i’ll give you what you need after this.. “ your body would shiver at his words and his breath on your ear.

“ or do you want them to hear how good you are for me, hm? “

you can feel his smirk growing wider next to your ear, you muffled a whine when he slowed down his pace “ ‘m sorry.. p-please– please fuck me.. please!- “ you whined, forgetting the fact your friend can hear you.

“ good girl. “

he fastened up his pace, you ended up letting out your shameless moans. Shu would smile at you, finally breaking and submitting to him.

of course he did not forget he’s in a call with your friend, “ sorry– i think we need to end it here, she’ll call you later.. or not. “ he’d end the call, tossing your phone on the bed as he continued abusing your hole while changing the positions, putting your legs over his shoulders to plow his length deeper in you and of course, giving your body the support it needed. He’s not that greedy.

you were letting out incoherent words of how good he’s making you feel but with the words you’re mumbling out he could barely understood it but also figured out what he had done.

he fucking knew he fucked you stupid.

“ can you see how much i love you..? how much i love breaking you to the point all you can think about is me filling you up to the brim? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

he finally filled your hole up to the brim as he continues giving you one final push, shoving his length deep into you so his cum can stay inside of you even after he pulled out.

as in on queue you finally climaxed on his cock to which he groaned in pleasure, he finally pulls out and stares at his work with your legs barely alive and shaking.

as if a switch flipped, “ sorry babe.. you good? do you need anything– “ his sentence was cut off when he felt your lips on his, his body relaxed and returned the kiss sweetly.

“ i’m fine– you did so good.. “ you reassured him, patting his cheek to which he smiled softly at you.

“ eeh? you guys didn’t tell me you were having a fucking session..~ could’ve let me join too, hmph. “ Hikarino teased, his head peeking in from the door as shu could feel his body heating up in embarassment.

“ hika! get out! “ Shu exclaimed, pushing his brother out of the room. He gave you an apologetic smile, picking you up in bridal style and heading towards to your shared bathroom.

“ let me clean you up then, hm?.. and maybe have some fun. “

LUCA KANESHIRO

teasing luca during stream was a huge mistake.

luca would keep a tight grip on the mouse while talking to his chat, trying to keep his voice down and let out a quiet groan.

“ was that a groan?.. no!– chat, what are you talking about?– “ he’d reassure his fans as he glared down at you to keep quiet, gripping onto your hair as you slowly start to pump him with your hand.

you’d continue pumping him, giving his cock kitty licks and stopping once in a while to work him up. Whenever you do, he would quietly whine out of frustrations while his voice breaks whenever he talks.

it gets to the point he couldn’t even form a simple sentence without groaning every now and then, he decided to end his stream and bidding his chat goodbye tending to some personal matters.

he’d look down, gripping onto your hair tightly when he finally felt you capture his cock into your mouth as his face scrunch in pleasure.

“ f-fuck.. i’m gonna get you back for this.. “

you felt your body shiver in excitement as you continue to tease him by edging him from time to time.

you would continue edging him for hours until a switch flipped inside of him, he gripped onto your hair and shoved your mouth into his cock causing you to gag on it.

“ fucking take it, do your fucking work. “ his tone was dark, pulling your hair to make you take more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel his hips starting to roughly into your mouth, every time he did you would let out moans that sent vibrations to his cock – making him moan in pleasure.

it felt like hours with you sucking his cock, until you felt his fingers took a good portion of your hair and suddenly shove your mouth into his length.

“ fucking take it. “

he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside your mouth and filling your throat with his cum – your eyes widened at the sensation as he pulls your hair back, staring into your eyes.

“ you look so pretty like this.. “

his view was you in a kneeling position, mouth open which is filled of his juices and cum — satisfied with the sight.

“ swallow it all. “

you didn’t even hesitate, you swallowed all of his cum down to your throat. His smile got wider as you obliged.

“ good girl. “

you were breathing heavily, trying to compose yourself as you felt an arm around your waist – dragging you to the bed, pushing you on it with your back on the mattress.

“ l-luca?– w-wait..– “ your sentence was cut off with his lips on yours, kissing you roughly as he removed his top revealing his tattoos and scars.

and that’s how you got yourself in a mating press position with your boyfriend railing into your hole, roughly as if he’s trying to breed you and fill you up with his kids.

“ this is what you wanted , mhm? fucking slut. “ he’d groan as he changed the position with you on all fours, taking his cock out and sharply thrusting it into your hole making you yelp in pleasure.

“ l-luca– ‘m sorry.. ah! ‘m sorr— haah! “ you whined out, the rough sensation making your vision blurry and your eyes rolling back when he kept hitting your g-spot.

“ sorry won’t cut it baby.. look how good you are.. nh.. taking my cock so well.. “ he’d chuckle, changing positions every single time to hit that g-spot of yours.

“ you’re so fucked out.. you’re drooling all over.. “ he teased, placing his hand on your stomach to feel himself on it until..

his phone started ringing, not bothering to stop his movements and just answered it as if he’s not railing you shamelessly.

“ i’m kind of busy right now, what do you want? “ his tone changed to the person on the call, wrapping his arms around your waist and plowing his length deep inside of you.

he continues to rail you from behind, he’d get an idea as he changed the positions again – making you stand up, facing you in front of the mirror and cupping your face.

“ look how dirty you are.. such a little whore for me mmh? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, pulling away to talk to his men and fastening up his pace which made the situation a lot worst.

it’s been hours since he’s been fucking you non stop, you having to look at yourself in the mirror and he did not stop talking to his men on the phone.

he gave you his seed like.. two , three.. you lost count how many times he came inside of you. “l-luca.. ‘m tired.. “ you’d whine out, he’d ignore the protests of the people in the call as he tosses his phone away to give his attention to you.

“ ‘m sorry baby..– let me help you. “ as you thought he would stop his movements, he started moving in animalistic speed as you moan out loud – trying to cover your moans which you received a smack on the ass.

you’d yelp as luca cups your face, making you face the mirror again to see your shameful form “ let them hear you, look how shameless you look..~ “ he’d smirk, putting you in a mating press position again.

“ look in the mirror, let them hear you while I fill you up with my kids mhm? “ he’d continue abusing your hole as your mind starts to get fuzzy – looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much your face changes whenever he hits the right spot.

“ l-luca.. feels sho good..– more,, pleaash.. “ you mumbled out, your mind getting clouded and all you can think about is him and only him. “ i love it pleash.. f-fuck!– “ you whined when he thrusted deeper into you, feeling your climax building up.

“ that’s it, say it more.. let my men hear you.. let them know who’s fucking you good. “ he’d groan when he felt you tighten up around his cock – “ you’re the perfect fleshlight, just for me. “

the way his cock slides in and out so roughly, making you sharply gasp whenever he starts rubbing your clit every now and then. “ s-stop teasing me.. i caan’t.. “ you whined as your walls squeezed around him, putting your legs around him letting his length get deeper inside of you.

with one hand gripping your hip firmly, he used the other to stimulate your sensitive clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation to your already heightened sensations that made you moan louder.

“ l-luca!~ haah!– i’m gonna– please!~ “ you moaned out, holding onto him for release – he’s enjoying the way you’re squirming under him especially when he sees your face changing in the mirror.

as your moans grew louder, luca could sense that you were on the brink of release. The sound of your pleasure mixed with the ongoing phone call, creating an unruly symphony of desire.

he watched, the intensity in his eyes matching the intensity of the moment, as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust and stimulate you, prolonging your pleasure as he relished in his control over your pleasure.

“ that’s it.. take it for me , okay?.. “ he’d groan with a final thrust, he reached his own climax as you twitch in pleasure under him.

luca pants heavily, trying to compose himself and staring at your twitching body with drool near your mouth.

luca sighed, pulling out and taking his phone which was still unmuted. “ i’ll explain whatever we need to discuss tomorrow, i have a girlfriend to take care of. “ he said, ending the call – looking back at you, you were still twitching as an idea came into his mind.

he’d click the camera button, revealing a picture of you to keep it for.. business. He’d pat your cheek a few times, “ y/n? let me help you for now okay? ‘m sorry for going too rough. “ he gave you a soft smile as you weakly nod, can’t form a sentence due to how you lost your voice from moaning and whining all the time.

“ mmh.. i love you.. “ you’d mumble out when he picked you up from the floor as he giggled, kissing all over your face.

“ Love you too. “

05.07.23 — YOOO!! sorry if luca’s part is bad , it was very ruusheddd 🥹🥹 i hope y’all enjoy this though i absolutely love this summary a lot hehe(actuallyfirsttimewritingsmutsoososidkwhatimdoing)

idk if i’ll do the rest though , still sad abt nina’s graduation whwuehdjf 😭😭 but we’ll see i dont have any motivation or ideas for them atm

👟 scenario : 864 words ( wish i can make it longer tho.. or reach 1k but no ideas came into my mind dam )

🦁 scenario : 1.4k words 🧍‍♀️

i love this duo