#granblue fantasy x reader

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Granblue request: Beatrice with an M!S/O that is normally shy and easy to tease, but can make her blush red without realizing please.

My first Granblue Request! Yay! Also, I don't just write for the Fighter, I write for the whole series as well.

Also, I am pretty sure you meant Beatrix, but if you didn't I'm sorry!

You were TERRIBLE for Beatrix’s heart.

All shy like that one moment, and then… and then… you… you did something like what you did this morning!

Backing her into the counter, pinning her between your arms, looking her in the eyes with a smile before leaning in and whispering good morning into her ear.

She felt like her heart was going to give out on her!

And you acted like it was completely normal!

You didn’t even notice the state you left her in!

All frazzled, breathing heavy, eyes wide open, her face so red it would make a strawberry jealous, and swaying like a leaf in a breeze!

She really needed you to do that more often.

But she couldn’t ask you to do it because you would shy out of it!

How was she going-

Her thoughts were interrupted by your arms slipping and snaking around her waist and you leaning against her as you placed your head into the crook of her shoulder and whispered “Hello dear.” into her ear.

Electricity shot throughout Beatrix’s entire body as her heart beat a mile a minute and her skin flushed red.

You were terrible for her health.

But she loved you all the same.

[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: smut, afab reader

author note: first post for gbf and it's smut, I'm sorry LOL. It's been a while since I last wrote something putting my mind on it so I hope you'll like it!

Siegfried had the intention to charm you the second he put his foot into the warm sand, you are sure of it.

You know your boyfriend doesn't like to expose himself, and you learnt to appreciate it, your little gem that you only can appreciate, hidden from most eyes.

So, you were flabbergasted to see Siegfried so at ease with such skimpy pants, adherent like glue on his skin and torso completely exposed for everyone to look at, because let's admit it, everyone couldn't be indifferent to such a sight.

You are sitting near the shore far away from all the crew, the wave crushing the only sound between you two.

"You look handsome today." Your voice deeper than usual while you look straight into his honey eyes, your hands grip the sand under you.

"Thanks, it's exactly what I wanted." A soft giggle escapes Siegfried's mouth, strands of hair escape his soft ponytail, and the breeze make them fly in the air.

He looks ethereal, sitting there, head tilted back, throat exposed while some droplet of sea water run down his body.

It doesn't take that much convincing to find yourself on your knees, Siegfried belts and pants barely lowered to suck him off like your life depends on it.

And it's not like Siegfried complained.

"S-slow down." He half-moans, golden eyes squinting. His big hand grabs the back of your head, but don't push you forward; as always, he has the perfect control of his body even in problematic situations.

Anyway you don't listen to him, trying to take as much as possible of his throbbing cock, sucking and laving your tongue at the sides where veins are visible. Saliva drips down your mouth, some drop fall on his balls exactly where your fingers are massaging, making the stimulation more intense.

You look at him, beautiful, wonderful, chiseled abs twitching, nipples hards begging to be touched.

Then you get pulled off, a pop can be heard together with Siegfried heavy breaths, his dick, still throbbing hit his navel, tip red a globe of cum running down his lenght.

"C'mere"

You don't have to move much, your boyfriend doing all the work, pulling your lips towards his ones, in a messy dance of tongues and spit, your hands find his shoulders, something stable to grip on while sitting on his lap, while his gloved hand go downwards, fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottom and then delving deeper into your hot core.

A moan escapes your mouth, doesn't mean Siegfried break the kiss, if anything his tongue explores deeper your mouth, a passionate dance he doesn't want to interrupt. With the free hand he pushes your lower back towards his body, so your tummy can grind on his erection.

Meanwhile his thick fingers keep stimulating you, the material of the glove a new sensation, different from his warmth, but not less enjoyable, your essence drips down his wrist, his rhythm doesn't budge, pistoning into you, your lips parting to moan his name make even more blood run south, his boner unbearable at this point.

A particular curl of two of his fingers makes your toe curl, the moan dulled from Siegfried's mouth and the world around you waver, and not for the overwhelming pleasure, but for your boyfriend pulling you under his body.

"N-No Sieg, I wanna be on top." You says, voice frail, hands pushing on his shoulders trying to flip him over.

"Are you sure you'd be able to take it?" He talks big for someone that look as affected as you from the situation.

"Flip over, I'm gonna show you how good I can take it."

A small chuckle escapes Siegfried's mouth, but decide to listen to you, flipping you over together with him.

Ah he looks majestic under you, his hair now free, soft ribbon lost somewhere during the previous activities, one of his hands grips tightly your hips while his gloved hands...

He's licking it, still stained by your essence, his warm tongue run from his wrist to his middle finger and when it reaches the top, he suck it off, his mouth eveloping it, savouring it. While he looks at you "Always delicious" a smirk grace his face, knowing well the effect he has on you.

A smirk that soon disappear when you line up and go down on him, your hole stretching to accomodate his girth, a breathless moan leaving both your mouths. You bounce on his lenght, hands finding support on his sweaty chest while both of his hands are now placed on your hip, one slightly lower towards your butt.

"Bunny go faster, let me see how much you want it." Penetrating honey eyes look at you, it's an order, but you aren't sure you'll be able to make it.

But it's not a problem that last for much, not when Siegfried decides to take the rein and bounce you on his cock, at his rhythm.

"For someone that wanted to top me so much-" His tips hit a spot that make you both roll your eyes, mind fogging under the intense pleasure "-your willpower lasted really little." His finger grips to tight that you're sure bruises will form soon, his shaft twitching inside you and getting...bigger?

You look better at his face, eyes closed, hair getting reddish and his canines getting more pointed each second that go by. A shiver runs down your spine, not a pleasure one, the kind you feel when battling some Primals.

His cock is getting impossibly big, literally.

"Sieg-look at me please" You lean down, your chests in touch, not a lick of air could go throught your bodies, your hands cupping his sweaty face "Stay calm Sieg, I love you-" A particular harsh thrust make your lips touch, not that you minded, both your hips busy in an animalistic rhythm that the both of you can't control.

An harsh slap on your butt make you squeak, breaking the kiss "Love you too" Your Siegfried is back, blown pupils so deep but so full of love you feel your heartbeat going into a frenzy, and from there it doesn't take much more to reach your apex, Siegfried fucking you through your orgasm before cumming too, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, head falling back, sand now everywhere in his brown locks.

You lay on his body, still trying to recover your breath from the intense love-making "Are you fine?" you ask, voice still feeble.

Siegfried's lips twitch into a small smile "I should be the one asking you that." His hands massage your thighs as he gives you a kiss on top of your head.

"What happened this time? The dragon blood never took over before."

"I-" Siegfried breath heavily, chest rising up and down under you "I prefer not to tell you."

You hum, maybe it will be something to talk about another day.

A few minutes go by, both enjoying the chilly breeze of the beach and the sound of the waves.

"So now I can say that I can take your dragon form?" A small laughter escapes your throat while Siegfried huffs out, the hand massaging you now playful slap your ass.

"I guess so."

This time, you can't contain your boisterous laughter, and Siegfried smiles, eye closing, cherishing your time together

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐀

( i think of all that might have been / waiting here, for evermore. ) 

chara : belial fandom : granblue fantasy quote cr : dan stevens a/n : ty for the comm :^)

ACT ONE : IT IS A MYTH THAT ANGELS ARE BORN FROM PURITIES AND VIRTUES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF A HIGHER BEING, AN ANGEL IS A BEAST, A BURDEN, A BRUTALITY : FRIGHTENING, MONSTROUS, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DAMNATION THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

belial is a curse in existence, created with intention but a failure in execution. how very fitting for him, a fallen angel that consumes every ounce of hatred and twists it into something so hideously and falsely beautiful. how his wings have darkened so, white muddled and stained with black. but that is not his true form, not the core of his existence, and should you ever ask to see it, he will laugh, and it will break your heart over and over again, just as much as it breaks his.

he is a feign divinity made of hypocrisy and deceptions ; in the knowing of you, he realizes that the ugly truth is that you are entirely the opposite of him – you are what an angel should be, yet you are human, and that is the vast difference that will tear you apart in the end.

“asking to see my truest self, are you?” his voice is low, taunting, yet there is a familiar affection laced beneath it. “haven’t you seen just enough of me?”

he’s always been one to hide his feelings, always been one to put on a facade, throwing another into confusion and chaos in order to carry out his true intentions. but you’ve never fallen for his tricks– not you, never you, he’s noticed, and you are far more stubborn and resilient than he expected. he simply smiles a teasing smile, but you almost wonder if you sense a melancholy resting on the curve of his lips.

“please,” you whisper, and surely it is the way you plead that sends a shiver down his spine, but he will lie, tell himself it’s the frigid air, “i want to see all of you.”

“oh, but don’t you understand why angels warn humans to not be afraid?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice. “what makes you think a fallen angel is any less frightening?”

your hand cups his cheek, tender, and he almost instinctively leans into your touch.

“i won’t be afraid, belial.”

he hums, content, takes your hand and presses a kiss against your wrist. your pulse quickens, and he cannot help but smile at the realization.

foolish being, he thinks, but at the end of it all, he does not know who he refers to.

( it is a very cruel thing, this version of love he is falling into : the innocence of need, the slow decay of fantasy in this swan song between beauty and beast. )

ACT TWO : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEAUTY IS BORN FROM VANITY AND EGOTISMS, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF SELF, THE BEAUTY IS THE HEART, A KINDNESS, A BENEVOLENCE : SELFLESS, MERCIFUL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DELICACY THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

but love is a CURSE, and it is not something that belongs in the bloodied hands of the fiend. it is something he has sought after since the beginning of genesis, and in the failed creation’s mind, love has always been a distortion : maddening, mindless, but befitting for a beast. it was all he knew, all he felt, all he thought he deserved. but what he shares with you – it is so vastly different in its purest form : an acceptance, a relentless longing, the knowing that it will end in remorse and resignation, and the knowing that goodbye will be the right choice at the end of the line.

to have something this kind, to know it in the most cherished of ways – it is slipping through his fingers, slowly slowly slowly, and he knows it, yet he does not try to save it. it is not meant for the saving, this connection between souls, because the beast is a curse, woven with thorns, and the beauty is a blessing, a rose meant to bloom, not wither.

yes, belial thinks, you are his blessing. he almost laughs at the sentiment, bittersweet, decayed. it is only then that he, an angel with a venomous tongue, is allowed to speak such a virtuous word. maybe it is because of the way you sleep soundly in his arms, trusting enough to fall into a deep slumber in the presence of the devil in disguise, or maybe it is because of the rare peace that he hardly subjects himself to– how it sinks into the crevices of a broken being, restores them with gold, granting silent and temporary permission to something never meant to be.

maybe it is because of the warmth that settles in the little distance between your bodies, the feeling of your heartbeat a fascination due to the absence of his. belial has a still heart, frozen in experimentation gone wrong, yet there is something else that flourishes inside his chest, and it is so beautiful and terrifying all the same.

it is very much love that is a mass of contradictions, and he feels it in the way you place your heart in his hands, the aching of his claws itching for release. you know of this, you do, but you know he would never destroy what remains of your humanity.

you are meant for something good, something better. he is everything you should not have, and you are everything he wants to have.

you are not meant to be. he knows this, and so he decides this fairytale must come to an end, just as all stories do. it will not have a happy ending, but none of them do, do they? he smiles, a quiet, foreign sorrow somewhere in the depths of defeat.

he moves swiftly, carefully, as to not wake you. he watches your sleeping figure, feels this strange sharpness in his heart. he is not used to this kind of pain; there is no joy or thrill to be found in it, only a lingering grief he cannot understand. he tears his gaze away, turns to leave.

it is time for the curtain call.

“you’re leaving, aren’t you?”

he should have known you were pretending.

he doesn’t move, doesn’t turn around. you don’t expect him to, and maybe it’s better that way. your voice is heavy with exhaustion, but not surprise, and maybe you both have known that this is how it would end. he doesn’t speak, but you can almost imagine that idiotic, coy smile he puts on for show.

instead, he smiles a sad smile.

“better this way, hm?” he hardly looks over his shoulder, but he can feel your gaze nonetheless. “it was fun while it lasted.”

he is going to leave you, let you go, knowing you will seek happiness elsewhere. he has always been so sickeningly selfish, but for you, he will not be.

you will not convince him to stay, not now. but this is your story, too. you will control how it ends.

perhaps in another life, he muses, should there be one after this, you will coexist in a world where you are meant to be happy together. but not in this life. not in this world.

he leaves, and somewhere, a rose petal falls, slowly slowly slowly.

( yes, this fairy tale ends in remorse and resignation. yes, an angel reminds himself, goodbye is the right choice. )

ACT THREE : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEASTS ARE BORN FROM EVILS AND DEPRAVITIES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF AN AVATAR, A BEAST IS A VULNERABILITY, A LONELINESS, AN ACHING : LOVELORN, HYPOCRITICAL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DOOM THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

you occupy his thoughts more than you should, and even though you are apart, he still watches over you. from the skies, he ensures your safety, a bittersweet relief washing over him when he sees that you are healing from the hurt. he wonders if he is healing, too. he wonders if he made the right decision.

it is safer, better this way. a fallen angel has no place in the heart of a human. it doesn’t matter what he desires, what he wants.

he smiles, wonders what it would still be like, having you at his side. he does not dare admit he misses you– there’s no need to solidify the pain, acknowledge its unwanted presence.

love is a very cruel and tragic being, isn’t it?

something inside slowly unravels– it is not wrath that unleashes his true form, but perhaps it is a silent cry of mourning, this shift in appearance : the presence of thorns, so violently red, the markings that adorn his body, the black sclera. there is no need for it, but he does not choose to suppress it. he hums in forced amusement, closes his eyes. he wonders if you truly would have been fearless of him in this state. what a shame it is that he will never know.

time passes. he feels something strange in his chest– an unknown sensation, a jolt, and he wonders if that is the sensation of a beating heart. he opens his eyes to the familiar blue skies.

“you’re persistent. you’ve found me, after all.”

you stand behind him, and he can practically feel your sorrow, your frustration, that slight anger. when he turns around, he sees it all. from the moment he left, you knew you would find him, but the path to reunion has not been an easy one. you freeze, and he forces a grin.

“how is it? my truest form? does it frighten you?”

you don’t speak for a long while. it doesn’t, no. not at all. you have always found belial beautiful, and you still do. but there’s this dying grief that overwhelms you, the same grief you have carried in all the time you have been separated. it tastes bitter on your tongue, renders you speechless.

you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s here, you just–

you swallow hard. love is not meant to be cruel, nor tragic. one step forward, then another. his expression is unreadable, carefully crafted. it’s no longer that mischievous facade nor is it dejection. you’ve always been one to see through his games though, and somewhere in the deep red, there’s this excruciating loneliness that you also feel.

“you couldn’t love someone like me, right?” he laughs. “a fallen angel with the appearance of a demon.”

but you don’t falter. you don’t buy it.

“enough, belial.” your voice wavers, the words heavy on your tongue. how they almost threaten to choke you, and you wonder what will take you first : the tides of longing or the courage that dies in words unspoken. “why do you think i’ve spent all this time searching for you?”

your fingers trace over his markings, the ghost of your touch leaving a burning sensation in their wake. you’re trembling, he notices, and he feels it in the way you cup his face in your hands, gentle. you look at him, and he almost wonders if he is imagining the reverence and ardor in your gaze.

“you left because you thought it was better that way, right? because you thought i could find someone better, someone worthy.” you murmur, and now it is his hands that shake this time. “because you think you’re not worthy of anything good, because everything you know is painful, so you think you’re better off subjecting yourself to the pain because it’s all you know.” and there is this quiet smile that blossoms on your lips, and it grows the slightest bit when you see that quiet uncertainty in crimson hues. “you can love, belial. you can be loved.”

your thumb grazes over the markings once more, and he feels that frightening sensation in his heart again– a dull thud, slow– but then it picks up in its pacing, beats and beats and beats, and surely you must hear it too, the way it pounds so violently.

“there’s no one better, belial. it’s you that i want. it’s always been you.”

you take his hand, press a kiss against the inside of his wrist, and he almost laughs at the familiarity of it all. you’ve always had him wrapped around your finger.

“you’ve always been a stubborn one, haven’t you?” his lips meet yours, and he feels the way you smile into the kiss. “be careful you don’t regret this.”

you laugh, squeeze his hand.

“i won’t, belial.”

( yes, this fairy tale beloved ends with reunion and revelations. yes, belial reminds himself, your fingers laced with his, you are his blessing, his happy ending. )

[cinnbar-bun]

Hi! I really love your work so far But I wanna go back on some good olides of yours! So....

Matchups! For the GBF fandom, I'm a quiet but chaotic and anxious Bi non-binary, who likes to spin stories and write them, and I like to draw! I prefer to listen to others talk about their interests and likes over doing it myself, but at times I like to over talk about my own Interests ( especially about the stories I write) and though I really want to entertain & make others happy with my stories, I'm self-conscious about attracting attention. I wouldn't mind if we just hung out at home and relaxed, but I wouldn't mind going wherever they wanted, just happy to be spend time with my S/O! I got a thing for guys with Long hair and Girls with a sadistic charm tbh. Thank you so much for your time! And it's okay if you can't answer this ^^

I don't really write for GBF anymore (and I know, that's probably turning my back on the people who originally liked me for them since I started this blog just for that game) but I am touched you still liked my old work. So, I'll do this and give you (hopefully) someone you like!

And I choose (drumroll)... METEON!!!

He is fascinated by your stories and creations. Every new one you show him or speak about always has his interest and attention. You're crazy special to him. He doesn't mind that you don't like attention, but he hopes you can forgive him if he accidentally does attract some. Meteon just focuses on you mostly, so it's never too big of an issue. He's always happy to explore different places or take you to his races so you can cheer him on. It definitely makes his heart swell with pride knowing you're there for him. He hopes to be your number one, always!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

umehara appears (again)

I know he’s a prolific VA but tell me why I keep getting jumpscared by this man 😭 This is like the 7th time where I’ve consumed media, went “wow, this voice is nice and it sounds kinda familiar!”, then looked up the VA and found out it was UMEHARA… I don’t think I’ve run into any other TWST VA in the stuff I play/watch to this frequency…

AnYWAY

I wanted to share that Umehara voices this character in a recent GBF story event; it’s a younger version of a 68-year old butler-knight ex-mercenary named Sevastian. In the past, he was known as Wolfe and??? His hair actually looks similar to Leona’s (color and length) and he’s basically this world’s version of a beastman (Erune) and also his cleavage is showing.

Over the course of the story, Wolfe falls in love with a woman. All GBF story events are fully voiced, SO WE CANONICALLY HAVE A L*ONA VOICE CLIP OF HIM SUGGESTING TO ADOPT A Cheka CHILD WITH A HUMAN 💀 AS WELL AS OTHER ROMANTIC LINES… (I mean, yeah, Umehara has also voiced in real otome games but I feel this character is the closest in tone and attitude to Leona, making his lines the most transferrable to TWST.)

P.S. Okay but picture L*ona in this fit, I think he’d kill it—

We also get various lines that feel like things Leona has actually said before or would actually say:

“You’re really going to ignore what I just said and invite me along?” I swear to god Leona has said this before to both Silver and Rook for being overly friendly or insistent that he join them for an activity.

“I, on the other hand, wish you could vacate my life permanently,” sounds like a sarcastic formal comeback he’d pull out when forced to put on airs but he still wants to insult the other person. HIS PETTY ERA………………. ……. …… ….. … . .. ….. .. . … .. . . .. . . .

Those are only two examples, but there’s a lot more on the actual event story OTL

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS, IT’S A PERSONAL ATTACK ON L*ONA SIMPS/j

[gojoidyll]

"What are you so scared for?"

You clung to his neck for dear life whilst your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, "because I know you're going to drop me!"

You couldn't help but to look down. There were no floating islands below you, just endless blue skies and white, fluffy clouds.

"I'm not going to drop you," Sandalphon scoffs, "besides, you ride on the Grandcypher all the time, and that thing will probably drop you before I do."

"You saying that doesn't make me feel any better!"

You screwed your eyes shut as you cling to your boyfriend. Even after all the chaos you had went through with Gran and Lyria, you never would have imagined dating someone like Sandalphon or being swept off your feet and into the sky for a little "date" as Sandalphon likes to call it.

"Don't you trust me?"

You responded by holding onto him that much tighter.

You could feel him chuckle, his laugh reverbated against your cheek as you pressed your face to his chest.

"Open your eyes, and fly with me. Enjoy the view. It's just us here, and I promise I won't drop you."

Sandalphon was many things, but he never did give you a reason not to trust him.

"Drop me once as a prank, and I will never kiss you again."

"Deal."

[luvlyycy]

"you good?" he breathes heavily as he looks down at you, hands on either side of your head. he pouts when you don't respond, before realizing you're honestly way too fucked out— he lowers his right arm to his elbow, using his left hand to wipe the drool from your swollen lips.

vane lets out a quick laugh, one of his earlier loads of cum seeping from your still-filled hole as he snaps his hips forward once, eliciting a whimper from you. "aayy, you're still alive 'n kickin' ahh? come onnn, look at me, babyyy.." he wraps his arms around your body, pressing his cheek against yours— his imaginary tail wagging.

"vane, it's t'much... too full..."

i mean, your tummy might be bulging a little buuutt..

"c'monnn, you can take all of me right? my dick is so hard.. and i know you wanna help me right??? riiiigghhhht???"

you whine before sheepishly nodding.

[goldenteaset]

It's the morning after. You hear Belial in the kitchen, cooking breakfast--it's going well, judging by the pleasant sounds of sizzling. Either way, after a few minutes, Belial comes upstairs with breakfast in bed and a smile. It's a perfect capper to everything that's happened, you think. Smiling, you look down at the steaming plate of eggs and toast in his hand...

"I figured you needed some protein," Belial says, "besides what I already gave you. Eat up!"

(And yes, the shaper's real and on JP Amazon)

[captainmullin]

2023 Updated Masterlist

whoo boy, this has been... long, long overdue! Here's the updated masterlist from 2020-2023 (organized by type and chronologically) if you have a request, my rules can be found here! My askbox is always open! (I accept basically everything aside from fetish content, lol) Notes: I try to use the English localization of names when applicable. Everything should be tagged appropriately - if you need something tagged, let me know!

HEADCANONS

Cain, Ayer, and Feather + Insomniac!Captain

Magisa and Arulumaya + Helping with nightmares

Niyon, Feower, and Seox + Clingy!S/O

Niyon, Feower and Seox + Hugs

Alliah, Alexiel, Threo, and Anthuria + Kisses

Tien, Seox, Seofon and Mullin + Friendship

Tweyen, Feower, Seofon, Tien + Anger/Calming down

Lancelot + Cuddles

Silva headcanons (Flower themed)

Feower and Threo + Bandages

Beatrix and Zeta + Domestic

Eustace + Flirting (Male!Reader)

Katalina + Relationships (Male!Reader)

SHORT FIC

"I'll teach you how to dance!" - Lancelot/Vane

Seofon + Ray of Sunshine!S/O

"I'm just... so tired, all the time." and "Can you please just... hold me? For a little bit?" - Seofon + Captain

"Someday I could wake up and this will have been a wonderful dream..." - Seofon + Captain

"But you hate [food]." - Percival + S/O

"Hush now, you're alright. You're not alone." and "Let's get you to the couch. There we go." - Seofon + Captain

Siegfried + Walks in the forest

Algielba and Adora + Trick or treat!

Seofon + Walks in the forest

Sandalphon and Lucifer + Spaced out

Magisa + A Coffee Date

Silva + Accidental handholding

Ilsa + Holding hands under the table

Percival + Fem!Knight!Reader

Modern!AU Percival/Reader

Sandalphon + Ocean, Seashells, and String Lights

Lancelot + Reunited (Fem!S/O)

Sandalphon + Handholding while falling

Lancelot + Handholding in a crowd

Eustace + Linking fingers

Knights of Feendrache + Garden party (Lancelot-centric)

Lich + Love confession

Gawain + Healer!S/O

Magisa + A Beach Date

Cain + Baking

69 Followers celebration - Belial's Fate Episode

MATCHUPS

Anon + Rosetta Matchup

Anon + Eustace Matchup

Anon + Cain Matchup

CHARACTER LETTERS

Gawain and Eustace (White Day)

Lucio (White Day)

CAPTAINSONA WRITINGS

hi. there's So Much. I'm so sorry I LOVE my little danchousona and you can pry them out of my cold dead hands and I love love getting requests for them so- Want to start at the beginning? Their fic is called The Journal of Captain Mullin, with lots planned! (ao3 link) Mullin is my captainsona, where Azazel is @acequinox's wonderful captainsona! He is the light of my life and also the artist of my profile pic!

Mullin + Friendship headcanons

The Dangers of High School (Main Chapter short fic, Ao3 link)

SR Captain Mullin Unit

SSR Captain Mullin Unit (Grand)

Pre-Relationship Mullin/Rackam headcanons

SR Duo Mullin/Rackam Unit

More friendship headcanons

Part of a confession

"I can't believe I got to marry you." + Mullin/Rackam

"Something tells me I'm not being done being disappointed today." - Mullin/Rackam

Unfinished WIP w/ Mullin/Rackam

Ruffled hair - Mullin/Rackam

One umbrella - Mullin/Rackam

Picking apples - Mullin/Rackam

Happy Halloween! (ao3 link)

Holding hands - Mullin/Rackam

we've got to stop meeting like this (modern!AU, Mullin/Rackam) ((ao3 link))

Modern!AU WIP - Azazel and Mullin

Choices - Mullin/Rackam

Snowball Fight - Mullin/Rackam

Mistletoe - Mullin/Rackam

Sky + Mullin/Rackam

Tiny hands in big hands - Mullin/Rackam

Valentine's letter from Mullin

[lovehotelreservation]

*knocks on door* hello, I know we need more feral dragon Siegfried so can we get a jealous/possessive breeding kink with feral dragon Siegfried.

(High Promopt) A princess is stuck in a tower where dragon Siegfried protects it. One day, a knight came to rescue the princess and Siegfried is not happy with it. Siegfried came to the princess’s kingdom, wreck chaos to take the princess back and claim her.

I don’t know if you accept NTR or not but if you don’t mind maybe have Siegfried fucked the princess in front of the knight *sweats*

"You truly are meant to rule, Princess--that you would go to this length to protect your people, your knights--"

Soft with sweet tenderness yet smoldering with burning need, Siegfried declared these words right to your ear in a low, raspy murmur.

After all, while he had you right within his clawed grasp, it was not that long ago when that once sanctuary of a tower was desecrated by the thieves who were currently in front of the both of you.

Or knights, he supposed was the more proper term.

Lancelot, Vane, Percival--he pitied them.

As he was aware, the three were sworn to keep watch of you as you prepared to take the throne, a process that was ever so taxing on your spirit while the burden of responsibility weighed over your head. It was only understandable that you desired to escape your duties for a day to instead wander around the forest on the outskirts of the castle, whereupon a sudden storm had you seeking shelter in an seemingly abandoned tower.

A blessed fortune in retrospect.

For this reason, he empathized with the three--to be driven by the fierce passion to reclaim that which was rightfully yours.

But that was where his sympathies fell harshly short.

Those days of getting to know you, to receive your love through your sweet declarations, to offer his dutiful, everlasting loyalty to you as your mate served as a paradise that he--in all of his centuries of existing--never truly experienced before.

In the same vein however, it was because of you that he was subjected to an agony that tore at his heart from the inside out. His draconic powers rendered to a submissive dormancy through the use of some accursed binding holy spell, being left helpless to do anything else but watch you be carried away by your knights only served to awaken a ferocious rage that he thought himself above to ever experience. 

Thus, he was strongly of the mind that it was only right to have the three bear witness to watching you--their dear princess--return to your rightful place.

It was something that you pleaded for even. Albeit, this was after you had him promise that he would ensure their safety in exchange for your obedience. 

With you positioned on your hands and knees, your attire clawed to shreds, pleasure plastered on your features as moans and cries flowed freely from your lips while he continued to ravage you with punishing thrusts from behind, the image of your knights’ darling and demure princess was left forever shattered as they remained trapped behind a cage of flame and gravel--a prison drawn forth by his power.

Not that he cared.

His taloned fingers continued to grope your body--squeezing your breasts, lingering longingly around your belly as he yearned to watch it grow round with his kin. He he bent forward, his lips finding their way to your neck, your ear, and the eventually to your lips for a longing kiss, his serpentine tongue eagerly pushing into your mouth for your taste.

Ready to spill his seed inside of you and mark up your skin once again, he continued on with a deep hiss,

"--but so as long as the sacred mark that declares you as mine remains on your skin, you are my mate first above anything else!"

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

A List Of All Of My Current Works Pt.1

Genshin Impact

Tsundere Diluc X Reader

First Meeting Rosaria X Reader

Breaking An Entering: Electric Boogaloo A Sequel To First Meeting

Triad Pt.1 (Ningguang X Beidou X Reader)

Sara Kujou X Reader

Eula, Hu Tao, Sara, Ninguang and *Spins wheel* Barbra’s reaction to an S/O who has gone loopy after taking some medicine to fight their fever randomly confessing their undying love.

Jean Gunnhildr N.S.F.W. Headcannons

Lumine, Eula, and Jean With A Reader Who Uses A Frying Pan As A Weapon

Catching Her Eye-Ningguang X Reader

Worthy Of You-Sara X Reader

Differing Types Of Art-Yoimiya X Reader

Kokomi X Injured Reader

Ningguang Brainrot

Yandere Raiden Shogun

Holiday Gift-Layla, Furina, and Kokomi X Reader

A Gift To A Friend- Kaeya, Childe, Beidou, and Furina X Reader

100 Followers Event: Ei X Reader-Sharing

Reverse 1999

Dikke X Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O

Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O Pt.2

Fate Grand Order alongside Fate and TYPE MOON in general

SFW And NSFW Jacques De Molay Foreigner x Reader

Morgan, Baobhan, Melusine, and Barghest With Master Reader

SFW and NSFW Anastasia Hedcannons

Gareth And Mordred Fluff Scenarios and Headcannons

Fairy Knights and Morgan with a Depressed Master Reader

Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Angst-

Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Hurt Comfort-

"I'm So In Love With You" Artoria Pendragon X Reader

"You're Beautiful" Medusa Rider and Gorgon X Reader

"Do you trust me?" Serenity and Shuten Douji X Reader

"You're Cute When Your Angry" Rin Tohsaka and Mordred X Reader

"I'm So In Love With You" Medusa and Gorgon X Reader

"I Want To Protect You!" Mordred and Quetzalcoatl X Reader

Bradamante X Reader

Caenis X Reader

Penthesilea X Autistic Master Reader

Poly Scathach, Nightingale x Reader

Lancer Artoria X Reader With Powers Like Alucard From Hellsing

The Knights Of The Round Finding Out About Artoria Saber, Lancer, and Alter's S/O

Medusa, Caenis, and Gorgon With An S/O They Like To Tease

Nobu with a former Master Reader who became a servant

Penthesilea and Caenis with A Reader Who Loves Their Personality

Artoria And The Child Of Mordred X Reader Being Called "Grandpa"

Nagao Kagetora x Reader

Death By Snu Snu- Shuten Douji, Mash, Raikou, Barghest, and Castoria X Reader

Ereshkigal, Quetzalcoatl, and Reader Poly Headcannons

Danganronpa

General relationship HCs for a GN! Reader paired with Mahiru and Ibuki

Playing With Their Hair Headcanons-Toko, Jack, and Mikan

Mahiru, Kaede, and Ibuki caring for an S/O with a broken leg

Celestia, Miu, and Kyoko when their S/O who's the opposite calls them cute for the first time

Himiko and Kirumi with an energetic and affectionate S/O

Himiko X Tenko X Reader

Persona

P3: Mitsuru With Someone Who Loves To Play With Her Hair

P5: Futaba and Makoto X Smart Delinquent Reader

Chie Satonaka & Orie with a reader coming out as Bi

100 Followers Event: P3: Mitsuru Kirijo-Secret

Bloodborne

Gehrman X Reader

Micolash X Reader

Impostor Iosefka x Reader

Choir X Reader

Elden Ring

Malenia NSFW Alphabet

Guilty Gear

RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTES [Guilty Gear X Reader Edition Pt.1]

RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTES [Guilty Gear X Reader Edition Pt.2]

What Dates With Them Would Be Like-Testament

Relationship Headcannons: Millia Rage and Bullet

"You're Beautiful"- Bridget X Reader

Baiken Teaches You How To Fight!

Testament NSFW Headcannons

100 Followers Event: Undercovers, Ramlethal

Stealing Their Hat-Testament x Reader

Elphelt X Dragon Install Gear Reader NSFW

Blazblue

Relationship Headcannons: Millia Rage and Bullet

Tsubaki Yayoi X Reader

Mai Natsume X Reader

Under-Night-In-Birth

Wagner With An Affectionate S/O

Hilda Relationship Headcannons

Yandere Wagner x Reader

Orie X Affectionate Reader

Chie Satonaka & Orie with a reader coming out as Bi

Incorrect Under Night In Birth X Reader Quotes

Skullgirls

Miss Fortune, Black Dahlia, and Eliza x Reader

Street Fighter

Cammy White NSFW-A Nice Hot Shower

Juri Han X Reader

Married Life With Juri Han X Chun-Li

Elena & Menat X Reader Headcannons

Rivals To Lovers With Sakura & Makoto X Reader

Laura & Karin X Reader Dating Headcannons

Elena X Reader Fluff Headcannons

Getting Caught In The Act With Cammy, Elena, & Karin

Death By Snu Snu With Chun-Li And Juri Han X Reader

Tis But A Scratch! - Juri, Cammy, and Ibuki X Reader

Decapre X Reader Incorrect Quotes

Kissing Chun-Li, Juri, and Cammy's Abs

Calling Them Sugar Mommy-Karin Kanzuki & Mitsuru Kirijo X Reader

Resident Evil

Jill Valentine X Reader

Final Fantasy

Tifa Lockart X Dragoon!Reader

Sephiroth X Reader: 100 Followers Event-Bite

Fear And Hunger & Fear And Hunger: Termina

The Freedom Of Choice-Levi X Reader (Platonic)

Marina And Abella Relationship Headcannons

Marina X Reader She Met Post Termina

[kianaflame23]

Hi, my friends and mutuals! I am accepting requests for ff16, kingdom hearts and other fandoms that I like! You can ask me any questions! I can write fluff, platonic, n@sw, dark themes, and angst! I will put a warning for them if you don't want to read them! Also, I will not write ff16 ships since I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry!

For kingdom hearts, it can be self insert or between characters! Only wholesome and platonic headcanons. It can be related to shipping characters! I need to go back watching kingdom hearts since I watched it when I was in middle school! Still will do my best to write the characters since I love them! <333

I can write Granblue Fantasy and Arknights. Depending on the characters tho! Only self insert for all gacha mobile games!

That's all and hope you guys have a nice morning/day/night! ☆

[seraphiism]

congrats on 1k!!! your writing is so gorgeous and I think about your fics so much ;o; 💕💕 im slipping in a request for the dreamscape event: dusk (or twilight!! whatever you feel fits best honestly), ☀️ belial, orchid 💓

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

( I WONDERED HOW ANYONE FINDS CLOSENESS WHEN VIOLENCE IS SO NEAR TO IT )

chara : belial fandom : granblue fantasy quote cr : jeanette wintersonm a/n : omg thank u sm !!! you are so kind, that means a lot to me !!! thank u for ur support :^)

・❥・[ dreamscape event ] ༊*·˚ ⌛ fluff/angst • ☀️belial • 💐 orchid : reverence

ONE. fallen angels must yearn for redemption, don't they? their fates left to doom and damnation, wings dyed in hideous colors and impurities. but what happens when you are birthed from ruin & evils, feeding upon the existence of another, your life meant for the chasm? IT IS A VERY SAD THING, you think, TO MEET A DOWNFALL YOU CANNOT SAVE YOURSELF FROM.

& what a curse this one holds, the wicked belial, both angel and devil in a creature gone wrong.

you will find yourself in his arms one day, remember how they warned you of his unholiness ; how it would corrupt you, turn you into something you weren't. you press your head against his chest, breathe deep, listen closely :

you hear something gentle bloom and wither with love, tell him that his heart sounds beautiful. he will laugh, the fallen angel, and you will hear the self-hatred in the echoes of a false haven.

TWO. LOVE IS : twisted devotion that festers into obsession ; yearning that melds into sharp pains and agony. the severing of the heart / the disconnect between CREATOR and CREATION.

and it's supposed to hurt. it is. it is. it is, because they once told him that the things most painful are always worth it.

THIS PAIN MUST BE WORTH IT, belial will remind himself, so he'll call it love, this hatred and scorn he only knows from higher beings, because it's better to make something out of nothing.

THREE. "you are so desperate to be loved."

you feel him tremble as your fingers ghost over his wings ; how gracious they are in the way they bleed sanguine, stain porcelain with remnants of what could be good & holy.

something foreign and unspoken crosses his features : apprehension, fear -- you cannot tell. something so wonderfully unnatural, something exasperatingly innocent, something that tells you that you are right. but it fades, twists itself into guarded amusement. he chuckles lowly at such false assumptions, ignores this strange feeling of grief that buries itself in his chest.

"i've always liked the pain." he says, words light and heavy all the same as his fingers intertwine with yours. "you must have forgotten that i am already loved, hm?"

and love is not violence and violence is not love, but the teachings of angels are a vicious thing to unlearn. the admittance of defeat takes hold of you, so you cast your gaze elsewhere, instinctively avoid his eyes when he leans down to look at you. how delicate he is in the way he grabs your chin, forces you to recognize this moment as something you both will bury in dreadful hearts.

your eyes are filled with something he has never known. there is something warm about it, something so lonely and mourning for what has yet not been lost.

you swallow hard, clench your jaw, watch as his mischievous smile falters.

"yes, you are loved, belial."

FOUR. LOVE IS : lingering touches that leave fervor in their wake ; yearning that melds itself into nostalgia and quiet reverie. the understanding of two hearts that have never known better / the connect between SOUL and SOUL.

this does not hurt. it is not supposed to, it never is, you'll tell belial, and he will not believe you at first. surely this is a jest, a deception that will end with brutality. but the peace is endless, and perhaps this is the most confusing of all.

so he'll call this love, the way his name leaves your lips, and it will frighten him so.

FIVE. they warned you of unholy beings, their existence a threat to your own. they told you tales of fallen angels, sins a chaos and the bringing of a deserved downfall. how wrong the stories can be, you muse.

and there is something so profound in the time you share ; his head on your chest, your hands on the surface of where his wings reside. how fortunate he is to hear it, this steady beat. he shuts his eyes, breathes deep, listens closely :

he hears something blithe and innocent flourish in the roots of love, tells you that your heart is something he could cherish until the ends of time. you will laugh, and he will hear joy in the echoes of a home away from home.

he hums, presses a kiss to your skin as a smile blossoms on your lips.

"am i loved?" another brush of the lips, a devilish grin that you are all too familiar with.

you laugh once more, and it is the kindest thing he has ever heard.

"yes, you are loved, belial."

[currebunz]

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[djeesperate]

Unfair

Word count: 777

T/W: None

Gawain knows himself more than anyone else.

Because to him, the situation right now is very unfair.

“Captain, could it be… are you slacking off on training? Your hands are becoming soft,” a very ear-grating voice entered his ear, “This can’t go on. I suggest we both spar the whole week, the two of us!”

“Ehhh no way! I promised Florence that I’d come visit Dalmore. See, even Gawain’s here”

The knight watches as the… annoyance looks behind his shoulders where the slightly awkward captain pointed, the swordsman clearly pretending he didn’t notice his presence. “Oh, when did you get here?”

Gawain’s right eye twitched slightly, something that has been happening a little too often lately.

“He’s been here the entire time, stinky,” the captain lightly smacked the back of Siete’s head, “you’re the one that suddenly barged into the room and grabbed my hand.”

“Ouchie~ Silly me! I forgot to let go.” He chuckled before the room fell into silence.

“So… are you going to?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah yeah. So what about our spar session? We can do it in Dalmore, you know.” Siete changed the topic, hand still holding theirs.

“Out of the question.” Gawain shot down the proposal, a scowl on his face.

“Eh~” Siete pouts.

This man with powers he can extract from the boundary; he’s a sharp one… right? Surely. So why does he play dumb in these situations?! He must think it’s funny to cut between Gawain and the captain like this.

Gawain blinked and immediately inched back, caught off guard by the other blond man who shoved his face right in front of the knight, inspecting his expression.

“Please go away,” Gawain hissed, voice very low.

Finding this situation amusing, Siete smirked. “And if I don’t?”

A loud shriek came from behind the three, making their heads turn to the door in alarm. There stood Bertilak with Lunalu in tow. “Uh… it’s okay, Aunty Lu, you can sit outside for a bit.” the redhead awkwardly nudges her away before closing the door, leaving her alone.

“Is Lunalu okay?” the captain spoke up.

“Maybe? I think she’s scared of guys. She screamed when I was hanging out with Shu too,” He wasn’t really sure himself, to be honest.

“I suppose that’s one way of interpreting it…” Siete raised a brow, “You’re also from Dalmore, yeah? At least from what I can recall. I take it you’re coming along on our trip?”

Bertilak’s face scrunched up at the idea, “Our trip? What do I look like, their son?” He was offended at the mere implication. “I’m only here to remind dingus and his lover here to pick me up by noon and drop me off near the bakery. Uncle Glane’s gonna take me once the ship lands and I do not want to stick with him the whole day.”

“You should show more respect to your uncle. He’s done a lot for you,” Gawain scolds.

“A lotta yappin’ is what.” The boy sighs, opening the door again to reveal Lunalu hunched over the floor scribbling on paper, “12 o’clock, you got that, guys? See y- oh my god, what are you drawing!!”

Bertilak nearly trips walking out the door, utterly shocked at the scandalous art the Harvin was so focused on that she had blocked out their voices. Siete simply laughed as he exited the room to behold the spectacle himself.

“Ahaha! I’m more surprised you never knew she was this way!”

“S-shut up! Fuck, I can’t look at Gawain anymore for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, speaking of Gawain… Hm?” Siete turned back to see the room empty, jaws dropping in disbelief. “They're gone?!”

“They snuck out while you weren’t looking.” Lunalu finally looked up to acknowledge their presence, “Besides the inspiring scene you guys made for me, it’s probably for the best they left you behind.”

“Eh?! Why’s that?!”

“You know what you were doing.” She picked up her pen and paper, preparing to leave.

“Yeah, homewrecker.” Bertilak narrows his eyes.

“Homewrecker?!”

He had to endure the glares while he dragged himself back to his room sulking, nearly tipping over from the force of the ship landing. They had arrived at Dalmore. He slumped himself on the wall, picked up a random sword and unenthusiastically inspected it.

Hearing voices coming from outside, he peeked his head through his window and saw the couple, giggling and smiling at each other like morons while they left the ship to explore the small kingdom. 

He sighed, tossing the sword aside before flopping onto his bed.

Siete knows himself more than anyone else.

Because to him, the situation right now… is very unfair.

[gojoidyll]

Can you do a sandalphon x shy fem reader pls??? He's literally my favorite from gbf

he's my favorite too <33 (well, him and lucilius ofc)

sandalphon x shy!femreader

or in which sandalphon tries to kiss you for the first time.

"Why are you shaking so much?"

Sandalphon's voice came out rougher than he intended it to when he had his arms securely locked around your waist.

You were finally ready. Finally ready to kiss him that is after a whole year of dating. And Sandalphon was a patient man. Not once has he ever pressured you into something you didn't want to.

But you were ready to kiss him. You were ready to be a real couple like the ones you read in books and see in all the towns you visit.

However, you were still very nervous, and when you voiced your nervous concerns to Sandalphon, he offered to fly you both up high and far away from anyone's prying eyes on the Grandcypher. And you had agreed.

Which was how you found yourself locked in his embrace. His wings easily keeping you both afloat as the clouds shielded you two.

"Is it the height?"

He asked a bit more gently this time.

You shook your head and gave him a shaky look, your lips wobbling and all pouty.

"What if I'm not a good kisser?"

You were always so soft and delicate. Easy to make cry if pushed hard enough. And it was always so cute to him. He never voiced these thoughts though, but it was definitely hard to control himself when you acted like that. (Not that you were "acting" perse, it was just your personality that he loved very much.)

"Then we can practice."

The moment the words left his mouth, he could see how your whole face erupted into flames. Your cheeks growing embarrassingly hot and your ears turning a bright red.

Though, he wasn't worried about flustering you, because he could immediately feel how you relaxed in his hold. And when you closed your eyes and tilted your face up to him.

Well, let's just say he was glad that he took you far away from the other crew members.