#idv puppeteer x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

Relationship HCs with the Puppeteer 🪡 written before his release >< if canon debunks these, lets just pretend ♡

Matthias knows a handful of ballroom dances. In his early teen years, he was expected to dance at galas or debutante parties with potential marriage candidates. But he found social events stressful which ruptured any love he might've had for dancing back then. Even so, he still knows his whisks from his chasses.

He'd be willing to try it again for you, albeit reluctantly. He'll say that his fingers are better dancers than he is — he can work his puppets to perform a couple of folk dances — but he thinks he has no sense of body rhythm.

Honestly, he's not as bad as he thinks. You might even be the reason he starts to enjoy it again. He likes taking your hand in private, spotlighted under empty street lamps, or on the theatre stage after the audience clears out.

He's not used to being touched. He's still figuring out how he feels about it. He craves your touch when you're not there; he feels too overstimulated when you are. Feeling so desired (and having it be mutual) is something totally new to him -- it's a confusing thing to process.

He wouldn't voice his discomfort, even if he desperately needed space. He's afraid of disappointing you. You're the first person who's ever showed so much interest in him, and he's frantic not to let that go.

His fingers are often covered in splinters/cuts from working with wooden marionettes. He doesn't remember the last time his hands were completely blemish-free — nor does he really know how to take care of them. He starts wearing gloves 24/7 to hide them from you.

You'd have to reassure him that he doesn't have to "perform" around you. He is very gentle, but thinks too much of your comfort before anything else.

When he first sheds his gloves, he'll start a habit of clasping his hands, as if still uncomfortable with exposing them fully. It also takes time for him to work up to holding your hand again. Instead, he hooks a few fingers around yours, loosely, easy to pull back again.

[angelz-howl]

hello there, i really like your writing!

can i request matthias czernin with a reader who is clingy? they're always holding his hand or trying to hold onto him. (if you're okay with suggestive could you include that? if not it's all good, i just love puppeteer sm ahaha~)

Matthias wasn't a stranger to your touch, in fact it tended to comfort him. Whenever he felt anxious or sad he always knew where to go, your arms.

It was warm and comforting, like a nice blanket wrapped around him. He knew you wouldn't complain either, due to your tendency to be quite handsy and clingy.

Sometimes, he'd be laying down on your lap, and you'd find yourself playing with his hair. Twisting little curls into his hair, you were eachothers home.

a/n : I've wanted to write for matthias for awhile now, so I appreciate this request and I hope you liked it (I wasn't sure where to include the suggestiveness so I'm sorry about that) ><

[detectiveinference]

General Relationship Headcanons: Matthias Czernin x reader

This is the first time I ever written something like this and shout out to my friend who gave me the courage to write on tumblr.

Being in a relationship with Matthias, you would need to have patience with him due to the trust issues that stem from his trauma.

ꕥ Even with his shyness, he likes to hold your hand. It gives him a sense of comfort and giving soft squeezes is enough to make him smile and wash his worries away.

ꕥ Usually, puppeteers make their own puppets to perform with. Matthias would make puppet versions of you and himself to tell stories with. He would spend more time on your puppet than his to make you more beautiful/handsome. Pays attention to every detail of you, so if you see him staring at you it's because he wants to get everything detail correct.

ꕥ He knows how to sew and make you new clothes from time to time. Puts every thought into sewing and proudly shows off his new creations to you with bandaged hands from the number of times he poked himself with the sewing needle.

ꕥ Gift gives like a crow. Matthias finds a colorful or shiny rock and gives it to you. Please ask him why he gave you the small trinket, it would make his day to explain his love for you in a form of a rock.

ꕥ Words of affirmation! Hearing compliments and words of affirmation will make him melt. He's already nervous and happy to be around you. He loves your company even if you two are together in silence. A simple "I love it when you.." or "I love you" will make his heart skip a beat, multiple beats.

ꕥ Matthias loves you very much and is grateful that you're so patient and stay by his side. You have him absolutely smitten.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Hi just saw your Matthias headcannons could you write more about the dollification aspect. Nsfw and sfw, like him fixing our clothes or hair is cute 😭😭😭

got my mood music on (a driving rain in darkness by sheena ringo) and my laptop open so you know it's time to cook ‼️

I truly love dollification but not in the mainstream way, a lot of the tag is spent on subby bimboification type posts and a surprising amount of boob pics for a website that supposedly has porn banned. yeah sure so they say. not my flavor of dollification

I digress,

he's kind of antisocial so his internal thoughts and opinions will take a backseat most of the time as he remains silent and unintrusive but once he warms up a little he'll offer his thoughts in that deadpan voice of his every so often but try to stay out of things, if you ask him for his opinion outright it becomes the first step for him to start telling you things and making requests.

he will play around with your hair and muse about which style or cut looks best, taking the time to brush it and style it in a myriad of ways, sometimes even when you're not paying attention he adjusts strands of your hair and fixes parts of it when your back is turned to perfect it and just have the excuse to idly touch you. once he's taking a liking to a certain look he will compliment you on it as his hint he wants you to wear it like that, and if you don't take the hint he'll either style it repeatedly that way himself or ask you outright at some point

same thing with clothes, he notes what style and look suits you and his tastes best. you ask him once what outfit you should wear and he'll never quite let go of that moment. he starts thinking more about what he would like to see on you and what looks good and steadily he becomes more vocal about how you look, first saying an outfit looks nice, then telling you he likes that color, then saying you should wear a certain piece more often, so on and so forth until he realizes he's practically telling you how to dress for him. the idea flusters him in feeling like his thoughts hold actual meaning to someone, they're paying attention to him, they like him enough to heed him, whether you realize it or not he has influence over you and that shit makes him shiver a little. sometimes he finds himself holding his hands close to you when you're not looking and approximating your measurements, as if he's crafting you himself. it's cute if you're into it but otherwise reads highly creepy when you turn around and see him in the middle of holding thumb and forefinger in mock ruler to your back and counting. fuck is he unnerving sometimes bro (said with unbridled lust)

at some point he puts 2 and 2 together what he's doing to you and while he feels incredibly guilty for doing something so fucking odd and holding influence over someone like that (an action he personally detests when done to him) he also doesn't want to stop? the control feels good bro, refreshing even

it devolves into stranger territory from there, he'll take your hand and arrange your fingers into various gestures while bored, you'll chuckle thinking it's kinda funny watching him fool around like that, or even find it cute that he's touching you, but trust it'll get stranger. while you're distracted, he'll take one of your arms and pose it, or brush his hand against your neck to get your head to tilt to one side, and in the moment you're not paying attention to the fact that he's practically posing you like doll, he gets this unnerving fascinated twinge in his eye at how you just?? let him?? and don't think anything of it?? you hold the pose for him without complaint. and then you ask him what he's doing and he just looks at you with that ominous ass thousand yard stare and doesn't say shit because how on earth is he going to explain what he was just doing.

if you don't reprimand him or look at him funny for it he'll keep going and get bolder and bolder as the power trip kinda takes hold of him. he'll dress you up, pose you, tell you to hold still so he can look at you, run his hands over you. if you and him have sex he'll tell you what positions to get into, how to move, how to speak, ask you to not move while he fucks you and grow strange and feverish over how you heed him so. let this go on long enough and he develops such a method for having you like a doll that he can give you a command and you'll switch from your normal behavior to mechanically following the standard he built, he knows that there has to be something fucked up about all this but he's in too deep to divorce from it now. I mean shit if you give him free will he will even take the opportunity to bathe you himself or have you eat from his fork, the potential power trip hiding in this guy is fucking CRAZY

a lot of the dollification stuff he does isn't technically a sex act but every time he makes a request of you, there's this heavy energy in the room charged with sexual fascination and emotional liberation as he realizes he actually has real power in what he does

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Please.. Matthias smut, i’m starving there’s barely any content for him… I need him sexually pent up and sloppy ☝️😔

Heres so an unposted smut of him these are old

Rated: Mature | Warnings: reader is a simp for him and writer, jackmatt

Morning sex is rare especially when Matthias initiates it; between the two of you, you have the higher libido, and thus the one initiating— Matthias does not mind, given you are also willing to give a show when he is busy and pretending to be disinterested.

However, today he was very much in the mood the second he got you to wake up, his hands clingy and you far too eager to open your legs to him.

Most of the morning was spent between bedsheets constantly chasing ecstasy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asking after a nap and cleaning up.

“About what?” He is at his desk fixing up a wooden miniature basic puppet.

“This morning!” Wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your chin on top of his head, “You were frantic.”

Mathias is quiet, “You noticed?” Stopping his tinkering, “I just felt the need is all.” Frowning then sighing, “I had a… dream.”

“Oh!?” Moving to sit on the bed when he turns his chair to face it.

“... You can't… Judge me.” Shy, “It was about the last match yesterday.”

You nod showing you are listening, “With Jack?”

“With Jack.” Going quiet as he looks conflicted to talk more.

“I once dreamt of a threesome with Orpheus and you.”

“What!?” Taken aback by your words.

You simply shrug, “I mean it's natural to dream about things. Sometimes naughty dreams too,” Leaning forward, “Fool’s Gold was my first one.” Whispering to him a dirty secret.

“What makes you think it was anything naughty? I could just say I was dreaming about the match—”

“Matthias,” Cutting him off, “You literally fucked me all morning. I'm sure you had a naughty dream about Jack.” Then you grin, “Was he hot?”

Matthias groans as he leans back against the chair with his hands covering his eyes, “Damn it… Yeah, that stupid rose one.”

“Yeah, that will do it.” Nodding your head sagely, “Hehe, congrats on the wet dream!”

“Please, must you tease?!” He pouted as he put his arms down and sat normally.

You move forward standing then bending over to kiss his cheek.

-----

The stack of papers is neat and bound together with a ribbon with a note on top: “Read only when I am busy and you are alone” with a heart drawing next to it.

It's one of your weird gifts again. It is as if all of your gifts are not put away safely as he treasures them. The Puppeteer sighs sitting on his bed as he looks through the stack of papers.

The title page Ink and Strings, you and your writings always have some creative title… The first actual page right away tells everything about this story you left for him.

The desk shifts with each thrust, the laboring breaths, and lips everywhere they can each before meeting. There I took all that I could. My body is aching for release but I am greedy, and wanting, and so is he.

Matthias reads on then stops when he sees…

Orpheus moves to accommodate. Matthias keeps me on the desk, caring for my comfort over caring if Orpheus can use my mouth. I know he would–

This is your dream! Written just for him to read and get off on if he wishes— He really hates how his cock is reacting to the details of your story, of the emotions clearly of love for him and lust for Orpheus. You only kiss Matthias, you only seek comfort in Matthias, and your needy begs are for Matthias. The rest, the lust is for Orpheus as if he is only there to indulge in curiosity.

Matthias uses his bare hand to get himself off, reading the story you wrote with laboring breaths.

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“This has to be inappropriate using your talents…” The Puppeteer says while on bed, sitting on bed with only his underlings on. His eyes looked to the side and down at the dark sheets. You giggle as he is clearly shy about this.

“I don't think so,” As you prepare your stack of fresh blank papers and pen in hand, “You are being my editor!” Pointing it out as if this is normal to do.

“No editor touches themselves to the piece they are editing.”

“Oh, Matthias, if my editor is not enthralled by my writing then I failed in capturing the essence of the scene.”

Matthias rolls his eyes, “Whatever.” He then looks at you, “So?”

“The chill of the snow map sends a shiver down your spine,” You say while writing, “Or perhaps it is the anticipation of danger as you rush off to find a cipher.” Your lover listens to your words to set up the fantasy, “The fog barely misses its target but it does. Giving time you vault through a window to escape out of the shack.”

Matthias leans back, closing his eyes picturing your words.

“Like a butterfly caught in the spider's web, he has you.” You hum then nod to yourself agreeing with that description, “Tall, menacing, the threat is right there,” Matthias frowns as knows that feeling, “One strike and you will be down on the ground painting the white snow red with your blood.” You stop then go on, “Yet, the strike never comes, the claws of his viciousness with twisted skill to cut and slice. His other hand grabs you, pinning you against the cold outer wall of the factory.”

Matthias shifts as you paint the picture with your words of a scenario he told you about. A dream that caused him to seek you out in the morning.

“His laugh is rich, gleeful as you do not fight back,” Matthias bites his lip, “Docile as you allow him to cut the fabric of your pants. The bit of the skin on your ass cut enough to bleed, you hiss in pain delighting him.”

“(Name).”

“Shh, we are getting to the good part!”

Matthias hates himself for getting hard, with each word creating this fuck up willing situation. To be taken by the sadistic hunter Jack. Worse is how you write, speaking it out, in character.

“You fear he going to rip you apart with how big his cock is,”

“Ah, ah.” Panting as he palms himself through his underlings.

“Oh, you feel each burning push of the monster's cock. Blood and spit do little as lube, not like he cares— And he knows you don't either as you push back. A harlot, he calls you with his heavy British accent.”

“Shut up.” As if replying to the Ripper.

“He laughs before impaling you completely. His clawed hand slams against the wall while his other hand grips your waist. Bruises will form later, a reminder of this deed.”

Matthias by now has pulled out his cock, fisting his cock as he is getting off this.

[gentiliana]

ruler of my heart♡

matthias czernin x fem! reader

word count: 1.2k ; angst, suggestive at the end

Heavy breaths filled the quiet, dusty attic of Mr. and Miss Czernin’s mansion. The air felt thick with neglect, the floorboards creaking under the weight of time. Matthias, their older son, crouched next to a box, his hands trembling as he gripped an axe. Sweat clung to his brow, his entire body exhausted, but his mind was sharper than ever. He couldn’t stop now.

Inside the box, in pieces as though violently torn apart, lay a puppet—dismembered and “lifeless”. It looked like a younger version of Matthias: same dark hair, same tattered clothes, but the expression… it was wrong. The puppet’s face twisted into a mischievous grin, its eyes wide with a gleam that felt almost sinister. It was nothing like Matthias’s emotionless gaze, a contrast that sent a cold shiver down his spine.

He hoped —desperately— that this time, it would work.

Each time he destroyed the doll, which his parents had named Louis, it would come back—always perfect, always intact. The puppet, a thing they cared for more than they ever did him, never seemed to stay away from the man.

Matthias had tried everything.

He burned it. It came back.

He scattered its ashes across different places. It came back.

He threw it into the river, watching it sink into the depths. And somehow, impossibly, it came back.

His frustration had reached its peak. The puppet had become an endless cycle of torment, a twisted reminder of his parents’ bizarre affection and the curse it had become. The thing had ruined his life in ways words couldn’t explain. And now… now, he was standing here, hoping the axe in his hands could break the cycle.

As he rose to his feet, the sudden, jarring sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the mansion. Matthias froze, his heart skipping a beat. He had completely forgotten to close it when he found Luis outside earlier.

“Matthias? Are you there…?”

The voice calling out his name was gentle, angelic almost, breaking through the silence of the house like a warm touch. In any other moment, it might’ve made him flinch and shiver. But not this time.

The voice belonged to his childhood friend—his only friend—the one person in the world who hadn’t abandoned him in the wake of his misery. Her presence, her voice, brought with it a strange sense of peace, cutting through the suffocating weight of everything else that had happened.

“…I’m here!” he replied, his voice just loud enough for the woman to hear.

She tossed her coat and characteristic hat onto the sofa before walking toward the fireplace to warm up. The cold air seemed to linger in the house, seeping into everything, and she needed a moment to adjust.

“Idiot, you forgot to close the door! And why are you even up there?” she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “You never go to the attic alone… you know the door could close at any time and lock you in!”

Crossing her arms, she started walking toward the attic door. She knew Matthias well. He had always avoided the attic alone because of the broken door that could close unexpectedly. But there was more to it than that. The attic wasn’t just a forgotten storage space—it was where he had built Louis, a decision that haunted him more with each passing day. He never could have predicted how much regret would follow that fateful action.

However, there was no time to hide the truth.

As Y/n’s footsteps echoed closer, Matthias froze, his grip tightening on the axe in his hands. His eyes were wide, panicked—he had been too slow. The box containing Louis lay open on the floor in front of him, its contents spilling out, the horrifying reality of what he had been doing exposed.

Y/n paused at the top of the stairs, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the scene before her. Matthias, standing frozen in place, the axe still clenched in his hand, and the box—With one of Louis’ wooden arm out, as if he was waving at her— revealing what she already feared.

“Matthias…” her voice barely audible, fear replacing her usual bubbly tone. her eyes scattered around the place, falling multiple times on the box and Matthias’ hand that held the weapon so tightly.

“…why?”

The man, too ashamed to answer such an easy question, lowered his gaze, too scared that she would think badly of him, that maybe she would’ve changed her whole vision of him for a thing that he had all the rights to do.

“I’m destroying what ruined my life.”

“…Ruined? Matthias, he’s the only thing that’s helped you earn enough money to survive. Do you realize that without him, you’d be living on the streets by now?”

The woman climbed the last few steps of the staircase, her voice sharp as she stood before Matthias. Despite his imposing figure and the fact that he was armed, she wasn’t afraid to confront him.

“And did you realize that he’s the reason my life is miserable?” The man’s normally calm voice rose with anger, emotions getting the best of him as they always did when Louis was the topic of conversation. He hated him—truly, he did. Matthias couldn’t care less that the public would pay exorbitant sums to see a puppet perform, money that helped him living without worrying about expenses. It wasn’t the money that gnawed at him; it was the fact that everyone adored Louis, they liked him better. To his parents, Louis wasn’t just the perfect puppet—he was the perfect son, the perfect way to make money, the perfect ticket to fame.

“What’s the problem with that? If he’s gone, I’ll be happy—”

“If he’s gone, people will stop liking you!”Y/n’s voice was sharper now, a quiet fury lacing every syllable. But she spoke before her mind could process her words. A terrible mistake that was going to cost her the only real friend she ever had, and he was now looking at her with disgust.

“Go away,” he snapped.

“No… That’s not what I meant. Please, let me explain.” She took an hesitant step forward, but all she really wanted to do was going back that staircase and run away from the scene, embarrassment and regret eating her alive.

“I said, go away.” His back was now facing her, but his words slapped her face really hard.

She took other silent and hesitant steps towards him and when she was near enough, she made him turn around. Looking at him like this seemed like looking at a sad lonely animal on the side of the street, both anger and sadness visible in his only good eye.

Her left hand slowly moved on my body, from his arm to his cheek, the sudden action making him drop the axe with a loud thud. Finally looking up to the woman.

But, too ashamed to actually admit it, admiring his friend’s angelic features wasn’t enough for the man. He needed- no, he yearned to touch her. Not in the same friendly way they had since they were kids, and calling her a friend now didn’t feel right to him. He yearned so much to touch her that even the slightest brush of her skin drove him wild, and now, with her delicate hand on his face, worn from his crimes, he felt himself burning with desire.

An angel like her couldn’t stain herself with a sin as great as touching a filthy murderer like him.

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Yan! Andrew, Matthias, and Luca with a reader that's weak and a people pleaser, please? :')

A PUPPET TO ALL IS A PUPPET TO NONE.

( yandere puppeteer & “prisoner” ) + gn!reader

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🔮⋆ yandere characters , mentions of killing + manipulation , I do not condone any of these actions , useage of pet names , reader is considered “weak” and “easy to manipulate” + an INSANE people pleaser , , Luca x Sock /j , little knowledge of chess ik , this is absolute ASS I’m so sorry , Andrew isn’t here b/c I gave up , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You've been stepped on and used your entire life, and it didn't help the fact you turned out to be a weak kiss-up either. But that was how you got by. That was how you avoided the worst outcomes and changed your fate for the better.

Your luck ends here though, as the harsh conditions of these "games" leave you feeble, but also delicate. He promises to help you, to keep you safe for as long as he needs to and to only do what feels necessary to protect you from the onslaught of horrors.

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✦— THE PUPPETEER ♟️ | A pawn created to be controlled by the gods above, a loyal piece to be sacrificed for “the greater good”. Although very talented, he is looked down upon by those above him. What happens when this ‘pawn’ grabs at the ropes that bind him to this role?

Matthias Czernin had always been neglected and disregarded as if he was worth nothing his entire life. “Louis” has always taken the spotlight and, even in this wretched manor haunts his every move no matter how many times he tries to abandon him. Fire and ash, he’s watched the puppet's death countless times now. And yet, he always comes back without as much of a scratch on his wooden body.

But then, he gets the chance to meet you, and Matthias doesn’t understand what he’s done to be graced with such a presence. The life he lived before arriving here shouldn’t qualify for this type of privilege. What god had crafted every wrinkle and twitch of your perfect body just to discard you this Alcatraz? It seems he’ll never know, but the Puppeteer will do anything in his power to save you from the wretched forces orchestrating these games. Even if it means getting dirty.

♟️| Matthias Czernin is an introvert at best. He strays away from large crowds and doesn’t start conversations unless needed to. But with you, he finds speaking like second nature. Easy, relaxing, and enjoyable. The Puppeteer likes watching the creases in your eyes appear and the smile you show to him. [He wishes it was only for him.]

↳ It’s not that Matthias couldn’t [communicate], more so he just struggles with the ability to do so. We never get any insight into friends he might’ve had/made, so it’s safe to assume most if not all of his time was devoted to learning the craft of puppetry. Not for his enjoyment, but rather for his fathers as he was seeking acknowledgment and praise from him. [his mother as well, though, it seems Matthias craved it more from his father.]

♟️| Matthias Czernin doesn’t realize why [yet…] he feels this indomitable obligation to keep you entirely to himself. The annoyance he feels when someone comes in between the two of you is unmeasurable to anything he’s ever felt before. So much so that he enjoys keeping a hand on you. It’s almost sweet, whether it be a pinky intertwined with yours or a harsh grip on your wrist.

↳ Either subconsciously or not, Matthias starts to cling to you as if his life depended on it. This tactic seems to work wonderfully for him, as your friends, old and new, start to greatly distance themselves from you. They’re sick of the looming, brooding presence that the Puppeteer gives off, and seemly leave you in the dark about it.

♟️| Matthias Czernin who yearns for your praise above everything else. A puppeteer who’s been controlled with his strings [for his entire life] eventually starts to forget what it means to truly be appreciated. The feeling of want, need, and utter desire sends Matthias spiraling. He needs more, and especially from you.

It’s a quiet, dusk day when it accidentally slips from his mouth. His head in your lap with the two of you alone and away from the world had to be something straight from a rom-com. So when a subtle, yet distinct noise that sounds like a profession of his love is ripped from his throat, he does his best to act like you never heard him. It’s only when you seemingly light up that he starts to think that maybe you reciprocated a bit more than he thought.

The Puppeteer is immediately up and out of your lap, and, from somewhere somehow is filled with the courage to continue where he left off. Yes, he thinks you’re better than everyone here. Yes, he doesn’t care what past actions you’ve committed to land yourself in here, he thinks you’re absolutely perfect. Yes, he would trap you and keep you all to himself if he could. Yes, he loves you. And yes, he absolutely adores you. Albeit, maybe a bit too much.

✦— THE “PRISONER” ♝ | Intelligent, cunning and corrupt, the Bishop is a worthy opponent and is always thinking outside of the box. However, jealousy runs deep through their veins. What’s the next step when they get messy and act on impulse? Breaking their picture-perfect persona in exchange for revealing their true self?

Luca Balsa was destined to be the next big inventor from the get-go. The Balsa prestige was always meant to be written down in history books anyway. So how did he end up here? With the blood of his old mentor on his hands, there’s no erasing what’s already been done.

And yet, a murderer with or without remorse is still just that: a murderer. The stings of electric shock stay as a reminder of the act that has been committed, and the Balsac name that will forever be tarnished. But there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. This time, it’s you.

♝ | Luca Balsa comes face to face with you during your first-ever match. You’re like a baby bird: completely and utterly unaware of the dangers that will soon show their face to you in only the most haunting forms. You’re scared, frightened even. Is this all just a nightmare? Will someone pinch you and bring you back to earth? It isn’t until the “Prisoner” lends you a helping hand that you realize that, no, this isn’t a dream, but a purgatory turned into your new reality. You leave your first match unscathed. At least, physically.

♝ | Luca Balsa isn’t blind to your shaken form, and who could? After a match like that, the tremble in your legs and the quivering in your speech can be excused [especially since it was your first of many!] So, being the kind, “aristocratic” gentleman he is, the “prisoner” lends his arm out to you as an invitation to dinner. You take it, and it’ll probably be the second worst choice you’ve ever in your life up ‘till now. [number one being you coming here, of course.]

↳ It’s almost scary how quickly Luca begins to stick to you. He keeps it concealed from most [including you], but others can see through his facade. They can tell an obsession is forming, and not a healthy one. [to be fair, none of his obsessions are healthy.]

♝ | Luca Balsa who, whenever you’re not looking, sifts through your belongings, keeping little mementos of you when you’ve been stripped away from his side. [It sounds cute at first, but soon you start to notice that some of your items have gone missing.] So far, it seems the “Prisoner” has pilfered a silver bracelet, a shiny stone, and a singular striped sock. You don’t notice it, but the bracelet is on his right arm covered by his black and white sleeve. The stone, in his left pocket [he considers it lucky]. And the sock? Well, um, yeah.

↳ Luca may or may not have been caught coming out of your room before. He plays it off giving an almost actress-worthy performance. He states that he’d “forgotten something and left it in your room.” Most fall for it, but others [more specifically Ganji & Naib] are starting to keep a closer watch on him. Little do they know, Luca may or may not be planning their downfall.

♝ | Luca Balsa who isn’t afraid to pull at the weak strings of your life, to manipulate the events for his desired outcome to be brought to life. And with you, an easy prey and an incredibly naive person makes his job just that much easier. Whether it’s him whispering lies into your ears or sending threats under the [dinner] table, he’s got you wrapped around his finger in no time.

↳ if you haven’t picked up on it yet, this man isn’t above approaching these situations with more serious accusations. He’s already got blood on his hands, what else is new? [don’t ask about the pocket knife he’s started bringing around now.]

♝ | Luca Balsa is anything but the quiet type when it comes to his affection towards you. His undying feelings for you already started strong, and his blabbering mouth won’t shut up about you. It’s beginning to rub others the wrong way.

Luca Balsa is the type to whisk you away [farther than he’s already done before] and to confess his dying feelings for you in a field of meadows, the action beautiful and strange whilst he presents to you a promise ring. The topaz center glistens and gleams in the golden hour, and everything looks straight out of a romance novel. Unless you knew where to look.

The shiny kitchen knife stowed away in the picnic basket speaks as a warning in it, and the glint of something gold—something like your grandmother's bracelet that’s been missing for weeks now— shines underneath his black and white striped sleeves. But the glint of hope, life, and pure adoration in his eyes has you fooled. Your rose-tinted glasses make every red flag seem a playful pink, and you stick out your ring finger as he graciously slides the piece of jewelry on.

The ring shows itself to you as a promise. A promise to always love and cherish you no matter the wrongdoings you commit [even if he believes you can’t do any] and to hold you so close it would bruise the body he worships oh so dearly. The ring shows itself to you as a promise to not let anyone or anything get in the way of this relationship.

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note: thank GOD they’re weird people out there like me who give chess pieces personalities. thank the people on the 2012 forum at chess.com.

↳ hi and hello everyone! it’s been a minute, hasn’t it. I personally NEVER thought this fic would see the light of day, but then again, here we are. I want to thank everyone for their patience and for all of the support I’ve earned during my time here on this platform. getting to write for people makes me so happy, and the notes make me giddy — especially when people talk about how much they liked the fic in it. I am so, so sorry this came out so late, and I’m ever more apologetic to all of my tumblr friends who had to deal with my…less than communicating ass. To the person who requested this, I’m personally hunting you down and letting you know this has been in the making since APRIL 9TH 2024. YEAH. [im kidding, it’s not your fault.] thank you all again for the unwavering support, and almost for 300 followers. LOVE YOU ALL!! ⸜( ˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́ )⸝ <3

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[evil-lovergirl]

we got rental florian how abt rental matthias 🗣🗣🗣

! nsfw hcs . . . matthias czernin , puppeteer . . . >> RENT-A-PARTNER AU! >> includes a 'rented' reader, i am very biased so he gets a happier ending than florian, mentions of anxiety (char.), masturbation (char.), handjob (char. receiving), nb reader, shorter than usual because i haven't written in so long...,, don't question this i'm not thinking right now, lowercase intended

if we're considering matthias to still hang around florian when said friend has rented you, (ex - read florian's rental au) he's wondering how a high-key freak low-key pulled you .. . ..

maybe he has a tiny bit of attraction to you when he sees you out with florian.. . .. maybe he feels a little bit more than he'd like to admit

maybe he does have his hands down his pants when he's home, lithe fingers curled around his shamefully hard and leaking dick as he holds his shirt up with his teeth, his good eye welling with tears as he thinks of you

he hates the way his back arches off the bed, eye rolling back as he makes a mess in his hand while thinking of you, embarrassment soon following the pleasure

what have you done to him? he's never felt this way before.. did you slip something in his drink? secretly inject him with something? wear some alluring, drugged perfume or cologne around him?

fuck, he's hard again.

. . .

eventually, he does rent you out. not that he dares tell anyone ; for shame would engulf him in a moment

he's timid. not like you've never had shy clients before, but none of them were exactly like him

he's paranoid, nervous, you can tell.. but he somehow keeps most of his attention on you despite it all

maybe this is what pulls you in, causes you to be a little gentler with him, a little closer than you usually dare to be with clients

you two do end up doing what the rental is mostly for eventually - a fuck.

but... it's a little more intimate than usual. the way you carefully have his legs spread over yours, his back pressed against your chest as he sits atop your body in his own bed

the very same bed he fantasized about you in, too.

he pants quietly, too nervous and shy to be louder just yet as your hand pumps his cute dick for him

he covers his mouth with the back of his hand before throwing his head back, over your shoulder at a particularly hard squeeze of your hand around his tip

he hides his face into the crook of your neck as your pace speeds up, muffling his whines against your skin, digging his blunt nails into your clothed thighs as he comes close to cumming in your fist...

and he does, embarrassingly quickly. you drag out his orgasm with slower strokes, whispering things he can't fully hear as drool slips from his lips and smears on your neck

...he's so cute, ruined like this.

you're a little relieved he's too dazed and fucked out to notice the flushed heat growing from your body.

[orpheusluvr]

Kissing away his insecurities (Matthias x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

Your boyfriend is feeling quite down today after paying more attention to his appearance, but you reassure him that he’s still perfect in every way.

(This beautiful man deserves all the love in the world </3 )

It had been 6 months since you and Matthias started dating, and today he questioned himself more than he ever has.

“We’ve been together for half a year…why does she still love me?” He whispered to himself, looking in the mirror and examining his features.

“These hideous scars…these unappealing burn marks…the missing eye…how is she able to see past them?” He glared at his reflection.

He then noticed your reflection standing in the doorway, and he panicked ever so slightly. He was worried that you heard what he said. And you did.

“Oh hey Y/N.” Matthias said, trying not to look at you.

“Matthias. I heard everything.” You said, walking over to him. He refused to turn around.

“I always fear that you’ll look past my personality one day and decide to leave me.” He said, a hint of sadness lingering in his tone.

You went over and stood in front of him. His face was almost lifeless, the glimmer that he once had in his eye had suddenly faded away. Seeing him in this sudden state tugged at your heart.

You gently held his face.

“I’ll never leave you, no matter what.” You said.

“Really?” He said.

You nodded.

“You’re perfect. I don’t need anyone else in my life except for you, because I only love you and I always will.”

Those exact words were enough to make Matthias suddenly embrace you into a tight hug.

“I love you too Y/N. But I don’t deserve you at all.” He said, his voice muffled as he buried himself into your shoulder.

“You deserve every part of me.” You whispered, stroking his brown hair.

Matthias pulled away from you, his cheeks reddening.

Despite it being such a serious moment, your words kept playing with his emotions. He wanted you so bad. But he didn’t want to ruin the feeling, so he tried his absolute best to stay quiet.

You gently stroked the side of his face where his burn marks were. He flinched at first, but then after feeling the gentle warmth of your touch against his least favourite spot, it made him feel calm. You then leaned forward and placed soft kisses on every part of his face.

“Baby…I-I…

Matthias pulled you away from him.

…I want you.” He said, looking into your eyes while his face was a deep red colour.

You paused for a moment, a blush also forming on your face as you put together his words and realised what he meant.

Despite both of you being together for 6 months, you never had sex. Both of you were too shy to ask. But Matthias finally decided to be the one to bring it up today, after how you were making him feel.

He was also extremely self conscious about himself, which was one of the reasons why he was so scared to ask.

You gently held his hands.

“You can have me.” You smiled.

He felt as though all of the negativity from today had suddenly disappeared, as a small smile appeared on his face.

“O-okay…follow me.” He said, walking over to the bed.

You both began undressing each other, while Matthias constantly asked if you were still okay with this. And each time you’d laugh and nod your head, reassuring him that he didn’t need to keep asking.

And a few moments after, you both stood there with nothing on at all. He admired your body, from top to bottom while you did the same with his. Both of you blushing after seeing yourselves in this state for the first time ever.

“Y-you have a beautiful body.” Matthias said.

“So do you.” You smiled at him.

You kissed every part of his body, paying most attention to the places where he was most insecure about. His breathing hitched as you moved closer to his intimate area.

“I-I know it’s not that big…I’m sorry…” his voice was barely audible.

That was the biggest lie you heard until today. He was easily 5-6 inches. That was MORE than enough for you.

You smiled as you shook your head, planting a soft kiss on his tip. He slightly whimpered, goosebumps running through his body.

“Come on Matthias, you shouldn’t be lying to me like that!” You said, looking at him then immediately shoving his load into your mouth.

“Ah-” Matthias let out a groan, grabbing onto your hair.

You moved back and forth at a slow pace, slowly increasing your speed as you got used to this new feeling in your mouth. His breathing became faster, throwing his head back for dear life while sweat dripped down his forehead.

“S-slow down…baby…I’m gonna…” he whimpered, feeling as though he was about to release.

He tried pulling you off him, but you gently held onto his hand and shook your head, looking directly at him.

Seeing you like this with his cock in your mouth made him waste no time in releasing, his juices filling up your mouth. His eyes widened as he saw how you swallowed, some of it dripped down the sides of your mouth and fell onto your chest. You slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, the sides of your lips dripping with his cum. You looked at him lovingly, lust dancing in your eyes.

“Y-you didn’t need to swallow it.” Matthias panicked, hurriedly finding something to wipe you both off.

“Why wouldn’t I? I didn’t want to waste such a valuable thing.” You said.

He couldn’t hide the embarrassment on his face.

“But it’s not-”

“Shh.” You held him in your arms, his face pressing against your chest. He welcomed your warm embrace.

“Matthias, I’m so lucky to have an amazing boyfriend like you. I’m forever grateful.” You whispered, planting kisses on his cheek.

“I’m the one that’s lucky.” He said, holding you tighter.

“I want to get married to you someday.” You said.

He looked at you, a shocked expression was visible on his face.

“Then, in that case…”

He lovingly held your face.

“…I know I don’t have a wedding ring yet…

…but will you marry me?”

[captainsharkyy]

Happy Valentine's Day, guys! Here goes my first post on Tumblr

Matthias Czernin x Reader

The paper flowers started to appear on the floor in front of his door only a few days after he arrived at the manor. They would appear in the morning and after dinner. One after another, Matthias wasn't quite sure what to do with them, and he couldn't throw them away mindlessly after seeing how carefully crafted they were. Did whoever put the paper flowers in front of his door know that was to his room? He doubted they were truly for him, but when the flowers started to come bunched up into mini bouquets, he began to feel a little special.

The first paper flower was a camellia. He accidentally stepped on it coming out of his room, but he saved it and kept it on his desk. He wondered, that day, if that paper flower was really meant for him or not. Surely there was someone next to him who was more deserving of such a craft. The paper flower that showed up after dinner was a sunflower that Matthias also accidentally stepped on.

He quickly asked his next door neighbor, the embalmer, if the paper flower was meant for him. The man seemed a little spooked but kept his calm composure. He let out a soft 'no' before returning to his room for the night. Matthias looked down at the paper sunflower curiously, then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him. He turned around to face the person walking,

"Excuse me," he said, loud enough for the person to hear. They stopped in their tracks, standing stiff straight. "I found this paper flower in front of my door, and I feel it was not meant for me," he continued. "So, I was wondering if, ah, if you knew who this belongs to..?" The person quickly shook their head and ran to their room and shut the door immediately. With a disappointed sigh, Matthias returned to his room and placed the paper sunflower next to the camellia from that morning.

The third paper flower was a tulip, and the one after dinner was a lilly of the valley. The fith paper flower was a blue star, and the one that came later on was an orange rose.

The seventh paper flower was a lavender. By now, Matthias had enough of the paper crafts to make a bouquet if he so wanted to.

That day, he consulted the gardener to see if she had anything to do with the flowers. She only giggled at his question and directed him to the library to a few books on flowers. He sat down at a small table with a few books, picking one up and looking through the glossary for the specific flowers.

As he slowly read through, a nice feeling resonated within him. Happiness, maybe? He couldn't quite tell. A small smile graced his features. Maybe the flowers were meant for him after all. He heard a few books fall and someone running out of the library fast.

That night, when Matthias returned to his room, a yellow tulip and a singular pink rose were tied together in front his his door. This continued for a few weeks: a paper flower in the morning, attend games (if any), dinner, and a paper flower at night. Of course, by now, he had heard of Y/n L/n, the origamist, but he could never find them in a manor, not even in games either. And no matter who Matthias asked, no one ever said where they were. It was as if everyone was helping them hide from something. He couldn't help but feel like he had something to do with it, as though they were afraid of him.

The thought didn't exactly boost his confidence by much at all, but he could fight the bad feelings off when the paper flowers continued to arrive. He assumed it meant that Y/n could see him, but he couldn't see them. If that was the case, he hoped they would show themself to him one day.

Looking at the floor when he opened his door, Matthias noticed a difference. Instead of one paper flower, there was a small bouquet of them. He picket up the bouquet of paper gardenias with care and placed them on his night stand, next to a few stray flowers from the previous weeks. He had acquired so many paper flowers that they flooded his desk, so he had to place them in random areas in his room. Although, he did get a few vases for them and that cleared up a lot of space.

Matthias had found no sign of Y/n that day, but he did come back to his room that night to two bouquets: one being a bouquet of forget-me-nots, and the other a bouquet of pink roses. He smiled a little, at the thought that maybe getting two paper bouquets in the same night meant something.

The next morning there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and that night there was a bouquet of white lillies. And the morning afterward, there was a bouquet of ivory roses, and that night there was a bouquet of lavender roses.

When Matthias opened the door the next morning there was no bouquet of paper flowers. Confused, he looked down the hall but there was no sign of one. Perhaps they grew tired of making paper flowers for him, or perhaps they lost interest in him as a whole? But that couldn't be, those flowers held meanings he just couldn't ignore.

He didn't realize what day it was until he walked the halls of the manor, seeing the decorations, and seeing people in the manor trade gifts and heartfelt words. Matthias felt his stomach sink with disappointment that his secret admirer he didn't leave a gift in front of his door like they usually would do.

Matthias walked back to his room, coming from the main living room of the manor. The devastating sound of creaking wood and gears clinked and ground together beside him.

"Too bad everyone ignored you!" Said Louis. "Did'ya see? Everyone looked at me!" Matthias opened the door from the foyer, leading to the upstairs level of the manor, and Louis skipped beside him. Matthias said nothing in response, opting to ignore him lest he wants to feel further down in the dumps. Once he stepped in front of his room and turned the handle to open the door, and hand suddenly slapped against the wall causing him to jump in suprise and turn his attention to the noise. He focused his attention on the mystery person with a pounding heart, only to be surprised once again.

A survivor he hadn't yet met in person greeted him with (e/c) eyes glimmering with excitement, cheeks tinted a bright red, a bouquet of paper flowers and a pink envelope with a red heart wax seal. Within the bouquet were carefully crafted red roses, lavender flowers, daisies, and red snapdragons

Matthias's voice caught in his throat as he cautiously accepted the envelope and tore the wax seal to open it and took out the card inside to read it.

"Dear Matthias,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm sorry if I disappointed you for a while before this, I wanted to wait until the perfect moment to give this to you. I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, and I'd like to spend more time with you! So, I wanted to know if you will be my Valentine's!

Yours truly, Y/n L/n, the Origamist."

Matthias felt his face flush red. It was them! Finally, he meets Y/n! His features were graced with a small smile when Y/n moved the bouquet closer to him. He cleared his throat,

"W-Would you..." he hesitated, knowing Louis would be with him, "...like to come in?" He asked them. With a delighted smile, they eagerly nodded their head. Matthias opened the door to his room and stepped aside for them and then followed in afterwards. Louis's face hit the closed door with a thud and a groan followed afterward.

Hope you liked it!

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hi there!! Can I req a Matthias x reader where the reader is very nice yet shy, and Matthias fell for their kindness but is afraid to confess cause he might lose them(who's the first and only person to show him genuine care)?

(But he's also bad at hiding his feelings)

Or maybe a scenario where he has a difficult time sleeping and finds himself impulsively knocking on your door— regretful of his actions but he can't back out now that you're standing in front of the open door, curious from the unexpected visit.

He's a new char so I hardly find any fics about him and I'm desperate💔 you can change the scenario!! I'm really just desperate uehdhsishd(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

hi anon i LOVED these ideas! i tried to combine both of them into one, i hope it satisfies what you wanted!! ♡

falling slowly 🪡

Matthias isn’t one to act on impulse.

He’ll let his thoughts fester aimlessly inside him, hoping the darker among them someday fizzle out. He’ll watch precious chances fly past him, fearing the consequences of a risk taken too rashly. A missed opportunity is better than another tragedy. A guarded mind is better than a broken heart. But some restless nights drive him to desperation, and tonight that leads him to you.

He stands outside your bedroom door, arms stiff against his sides. He’s passed by this room countless times before, as the two of you occasionally walk each other back to your rooms. But never has he come here on his own, never without explicit permission.

He gingerly raises his hand, letting it hover above your doorframe. All of a sudden, he loses his words. What would he say? I can’t sleep, I need you to check for monsters under my bed? I need you to stay with me until I fall asleep? I need you to tuck me in? What a baby. He can already picture the look you’d send him: a smile that’s trying too hard to be polite, a shabby effort at concealing the judgment within. You wouldn’t turn him down directly, even though he knows you’d want to. Kindhearted people love to dance in circles before saying anything that might offend. He’s all too familiar with this game. Normally, your kindness is something he loves about you, but all he can do now is curse it under his breath. If only you were crueler to him, like most people are, then he wouldn’t have let his hopes inflate his head. He would’ve known never to even consider stopping by your room. He would’ve known to avoid this situation altogether.

His fingers close into a fist, and it’s then he realizes he’s quivering slightly. Louis wouldn’t have a problem in this scenario. That thought piques Matthias most. His “factory defect” has locked him in place yet again, and all he can do is swallow down the reminder of his incompetence. It’s just a door, for God’s sake.

He flexes his fingers one last time, glancing around as if worried someone might catch him. Then he strikes his fist. It’s a clumsy motion, rattling your door on its hinges, and his heart leaps to his throat. A courteous knock would have three raps or so, not the jarring thud! he made — nobody in their right mind would imagine that’s a welcome visitor, right? Especially not at this snake’s pit of a manor. He prays desperately for you to ignore that ever happened. In your position, he’d pretend to be asleep, maybe double-check that the door is properly locked. Surely you’d do the same.

Surely...?

“It’s open!” greets your voice from inside, entirely unconcerned.

Matthias holds his breath. Why are you leaving your door unlocked at this hour? But he tucks that thought away while he stares down at the doorknob. This is it — he’s trapped. If he turns around now, you’ll be left with unresolved fears of someone lurking around your room at night. Nothing could entice him to do that to you. And if you ever found out it was him? It’d be too late for apologies, and definitely not forgiveness. Right, so he has to answer.

Slowly, he cracks it open a fraction, afraid of peering anywhere but the ground.

“You can come in,” you urge. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. Footsteps shuffle around inside, then the door fully swings open. “Oh, hi Matthias! What’s up?”

He only meets your face briefly, at your bright and curious eyes, before his gaze flicks back downward.

“Uh… sorry to bother you, I just…” He awkwardly grasps at his elbows, struggling to string together his intentions. “…I need you.”

. . . . .

There it is. His secret is out. He didn’t mean to let it slip, but that single phrase had been bouncing endlessly around his mind, as if they were the only words he knew. It’s the one thing he can confidently admit: he needs you. He doesn’t expect you to reciprocate. In fact, he’s certain you don’t. Nobody in their right mind would. That’s why he never ventured to say these words before. So when you respond to him with patient silence, as if waiting for him to continue, the entirety of his body freezes over. Maybe only a few seconds pass in reality, but that’s more than enough time for Matthias to fill the gaps. It’s a no — he knows it’s a no.

Your head tips slightly. “Sure, what do you need?”

The whirlwind in his mind slows to a halt. He remembers how he used to cough up excuses on the spot when trying to avoid you—sometimes you’d invite him for a meal or game of cards together, and he had convinced himself those were pity invites so he tended to reject them upfront. It stings less to avoid someone altogether than to endure feeling ‘tolerated’ instead of ‘wanted.’ But now he’s wracking his brain for an excuse to stay.

“I—I just wanted to see you.” It’s not a lie, but for some reason it feels like one.

“Me?” A look of surprise flashes on your face, warmth blooming across your chest. That might be the most forward thing you’ve ever heard from him. Stepping closer, you reach for his forearm, peering up into his face to better examine his strained features. Your free hand reaches up to brush aside the limp strands of hair shrouding his face. “Did something happen? It’s almost midnight—I mean, I don’t mind, it’s just so unexpected…”

The strength falls from Matthias’ shoulders. Out of relief, maybe. Or maybe it’s to brace himself for one last leap of faith.

“Can I stay with you…?” His voice is barely audible. You search his lone eye, staring back at you in its perfect hollowness. At some point, that blank stare has become a comforting sight for you. Your hand trails from his arm to spread across his shoulder. He remains motionless.

“Okay,” you say, softly. “Always.”

As you move to wrap both arms around his neck, you notice his body tense, and his brows furrow, subtly, in a clear attempt not to let you notice. The strain on his face catches you off-guard.

“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” Immediately, you pull back to search his expression.

“N-No, nothing—keep going.”

This time, it’s Matthias who draws you close. His arms weave their way around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His face burrows into your shoulder, and it’s then you understand the weight of his visit, of his need for you. All you can do is lift a tender hand to ruffle his hair, feeling his pounding heart ease in your arms.

[heartshapedbubble]

Can i request an Matthias Czernin x Fem Hunter Reader scenario: Where he was in a match against her (known as a new Hunter with a pet wolf that helps her hunt down survivors, including attacking them) and during a chase, he accidentally knocks her mask off, which he expected something terrifying at first after the reader's face was revealed, but turns out that her face was surprisedly normal and pretty. When he called her beautiful, it caught the reader off guard and gets flattered?

ofc!! i was a bit out of ideas but i think it ended up okay ToT

also MY FIRST MATTHIAS ASK YAYYY

matthias czernin: scenario...🪆

cut for length!

the ciphers are popping at a disturbingly fast pace. it must be the prisoner's doing - you roll your eyes in annoyance. that zapping pest was too smart for his own good. he trips over his own feet during a kite but when sat in front of a cipher machine it's like his brain starts working out of a sudden.

however, the prisoner was not your current priority. you were more focused on getting the first kill - and your target for these past 3 ciphers has been the puppeteer.

one of the (relative) newcomers, the puppeteer, fit into the category of survivors that just made you pity them in a match. half of his face has been tattered and covered in what seemed to be ashes, from his left eye only the eye socket remained. not to mention his brutally chapped lips, still unhealed wounds ripping his skin apart and the general state of the left half of his body. it made you think about how he's even allowed to compete.

you quickly found out the answer today, when you decided to chase him first. despite how disheveled he looked he held himself up well, albeit distressed compared to the older survivors - getting used to the games is a process. he barely looked back while kiting, only stealing a few shy looks at you as you destroyed the pallets or vaulted the windows. he kept on resisting, using that creepy doll to his bidding. whenever you thought you'd finally land a hit - wrong! it would sacrifice itself for him, even if it meant risking a chip of damage.

he couldn't loop you forever. he quicky deplenished all of the resources in the kiting area he transitioned to. the windows? blocked with your confined space. there was no other option but to transition again. in this moment, you saw an opportunity - now that he's in the open, it's the perfect chance to catch him off guard. you pat the wolf following your tracks, your trusty companion who didn't have time to shine in this match yet. you crouched down slightly, pointing at matthias who was trying to reach at the pallets in front of him. it took merely a second, and the giant wolf was already pacing, eyes on the prize. the puppeteer wasn't the only one with toys at his disposal. his speed was no match for the wolf's, and, in panic, he turned around and started running towards you instead.

you furrowed your brow. is he going for a juke? he didn't have any remaining chips of health to spare. you swung at him, he took a step back. it looked like a silly cat-and-mouse game, you desperate for the first kill, matthias clinging onto every remaining second of his kite as if your victory wasn't already at low odds. the fourth cipher popped - damn you, balsa! you grit your teeth and started swinging more aggressively. with your other hand, you pulled your mask down a bit. this might get messy.

it seemed like matthias was starting to give in. his jukes now became more luck than skill. you massaged your right arm, tired from constant swinging. it was a green light for the kiter - he started to run right towards you. the last cipher is definetly being primed! you weren't going to bite the bait now. you must trick him somehow and force a bad cipher pop. you abruptly stood up - your first mistake - and turned without looking, having lost sight of matthias. then you took a step back - second mistake - and bumped straight into him, him who was running circles around you. you waved your hands in attempt to find balance, but your weapon was too heavy and pulled you to the ground along with it.

it was a relief it wasn't a veteran who kited you, because a scene like this would become a thing of legend on the survivors' side. a comical sight, indeed. your body splayed on the grounds of the arms factory, weapon thrown aside, your pet wolf crying with its tail between its hind legs. and most importantly, your face was now fully bare, your mask now probably lost in the ruins around you. you made an attempt to sit up, but there wasn't a single bit of energy inside your body that would make that possible. honestly, you just wanted to curl up and cry right now. this has been such an embarrassing match.

the puppeteer didn't budge an inch. he looked at you from a distance, a concerned expression on his face. to be fair, a sight like this was one of a kind, even for the older residents. after seeing you're not a threat to him anymore, he started creeping towards you slowly. newfound courage ran through his body as he bent down, placing his shaky hands on his knees. the one remaining eye of his slowly ran its course from your legs up to your face. he seemed fascinated and even relieved. you noticed how his stare lingered on your face. an asymmetrical smile appeared under the stitches and slits covering his lips. it's a rare opportunity for survivors to see the hunters up close, especially the masked ones - you and jack to name a few. and without their mask, to top it off? he shall savor a moment like this, especially once he realised the mask wasn't hiding gnarly, bloodied scars or a mauled face.

"pretty." this or a similar word escapes matthias' mouth, obviously intended for himself and himself only. to his dismay, he was too close to you for that to be kept private. you turn your head in surprise at the bold remark, not expecting that at all from the silent, sheepish brunette. he jumps at your reaction and puts his gloved hand over his mouth, realizing you heard him loud and clear. you finally prop yourself up with one hand and cover your face with the other - both to conceal your identity again and hide your flustered expression. matthias draws back just in case you decide to attack again, but you turn away from him. you'll get the puppeteer next time, there's a tie that has to be clutched... and hopefully those mouth stitches of his will do their job properly.

if they don't, you might as well spend every upcoming dinner inside your room.

[inferencesarchives]

`•- Catching Feelings

matthias czernin x reader

prompt: pining / mutual pining

warnings: physical touch

a/n: i am the ceo of matthias czernin. he is everything ever to me. i spent everything i had (118 pulls so far) and he still hasn't come home. i actually cried a teeny tiny bit over not getting him. i have an extreme emotional attachment to this man. i love him sm!!! also this is day 3 of the valentines event yippee

when it comes to romance, matthias doesn't know a thing.

he's used to being forgotten in favor of louis all his life, and he expected to continue being ignored once he got to the manor. so, when you welcomed him in with a warm smile, he was most certainly caught off guard.

what shocked matthias even more, though, was the way you always seemed to offer him advice and a helping hand in matches. you even considered him as a friend, despite you two only meeting recently.

over the months, the two of you grew much closer to one another. although he's quiet, has a hard time talking, and stumbles over his words a lot, you're always very patient with him, and he always appreciated your kindness. it was only natural that this appreciation would soon turn into adoration.

matthias doesn't really notice it at first. as mentioned before, he's not really used to having people hang around with him, so he doesn't realize whatsoever how his heartbeat speeds up and a feeling of fondness overtakes him whenever he's around you.

when he does notice it, though, oh boy. he's certainly thrown for a loop. what first made him realize his feelings was a simple and mundane action from you that made him feel a lot more flustered than he should've. it wasn't anything special, you just happened to pull him into a warm, gentle hug and tell him that he did well after a match, but matthias practically froze as butterflies fluttered in his stomach and a soft red tinted his cheeks, rendering him speechless as he tried to regain his composure without alerting or concerning you.

later that day, once the both of you returned to the manor, matthias practically made a beeline to his bedroom, locking himself in and sitting down on his bed. he lost himself in his thoughts as he replayed your kind actions in his mind. he thought about the way he felt in that moment. up until now, matthias had just thought it was normal that he felt a bit warmer whenever he was around you rather than others, but now, he wasn't so sure. he had never felt such an intense surge of emotion before, and the fact that such a simple yet kind action from you made him feel so fuzzy and warm inside really made him question himself. matthias buried his face into his hands as he slowly, almost begrudgingly realized that he wanted to be much more than a friend to you.

the next time you two are hanging around with each other, he's a lot more reserved around than before. don't get me wrong, he still likes having conversations with you and being around you, of course. he just doesn't talk as much as he did before (which already wasn't a lot) because he's afraid of letting his emotions take ahold of him and accidentally saying something stupid. you're the only person who's ever really been kind and stuck around him, and he doesn't want to risk ruining it all.

what matthias doesn't realize is how obvious he is. whenever he's around you, as much as he doesn't want to show it, he always gets awkward and a bit red in the face. whenever he thinks you're not looking, he sneaks a few glances at you, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. he's always been a bit fidgety, but he's especially so when he's around you. he thinks he's doing a good job at hiding it, but you catch on pretty quickly.

he's afraid to confess. as mentioned earlier, he doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship because of his feelings. he's afraid of having to let you go. as much as he dreams of being in a relationship with you, he just doesn't think you'd ever feel the same way about him. you'd have to knock some sense into him. sit down and talk things out with him, start with telling about how much you've enjoyed spending time with him ever since you two met, and if he still doesn't get the message, just flat-out confess to him.

when you do, his face immediately becomes redder than a tomato. matthias stutters and looks at you wide-eyed, and you can't help but quietly laugh at how adorable he looks in the moment. if you want to fluster him even more, gently hold his hand and pull him into a soft kiss. he'll freeze up for a moment as he tries to process your affection, but pretty soon he just melts and gently kisses you back.

congratulations, you now have matthias czernin practically wrapped around your finger.

a/n: i love matthias czernin he is everything ever to me and i would do anything for him <33

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

[turbulentscrawl]

how do u think one would go about getting in a relationship with Andrew/Matthias 👁️ a lot of patience no doubt but i wanna hear ur BEAUTIFUL thoughts 💋 love how u write everyone tbh u have such a good grasp of IDV characters and their personalities

You HAVE to be friends with them first.

Andrew and Matthias are top contenders for requiring the most patience for building a genuine relationship our of all the survivors, and for both of them it's due to trauma and trust issues. Neither of them trust people to value them, and are always waiting for the dime to drop. One day they'll almost round a corner and hear you complaining about them to a friend, saying how ugly they are, how much you're annoyed by them, how so-and-so is much better to be around.... And you'd have to pry and admission of that concern out of their cold, perma-dead hands. So the only way to combat this is with time and a genuine friendship as a foundation.

They're both the type to fall for a friend, for the above reasons and more. You've always been pretty/handsome, sure, but you can admire a sculpture without wanting to take it home. Its a kind, patient, and understanding heart that they value the most. If you've got the patience for this, the manor will give you the time, and one day they'll open up.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Matthias nsfw headcannons? 👀

had to break out the big screen for this (lapped top) because I have many thoughts and the answers are too large for my humble phone. get ready for long post. matthias likers lock in for your boy this is an analysis post AND a slut post

okay first of all I'm taking a hammer and bashing the current fandom interp of him, he had the absolute manic nutsack to set fire to shit in order to get fucklord pinocchio to leave him alone, I mean shit idk if he even gives a fuck that his parents died in the process they kind treated him like shit shat, so the notion that he's some shy meek blushing bottom of a femboy is getting shot put blasted into space. this is a czech man whose key dish is hard alcohol and who did not hesitate to amputate an arm in coa. I won't be having any of it okay‼️we do not fuck around with this guy

however this is also not going to veer into some goofy daddy dom territory, he aint that kind of guy mark my worms. he's spent his whole life being controlled and ignored, now that he's out from under his parent's thumb he's mainly just stuck in the cycle of destroying louis in various ways (again, this guy is NOT meek). so now that we've established what he isn't, let's establish what he is.

living that life for so long will leave you in a state of depression and apathy, a kind of numbness in accepting the rotten situation because it's more palatable to people than snapping. so he is often deeply devoid of emotion and expression, he's quiet and has an empty ass thousand yard stare. but if you peel back the apathy, beneath that is a ton of sadness how empty his life has been and a LOTTTT of simmering rage, this guy has a lot of pent up anger for how he was treated. that kind of life will have you DEEPLY loathing of being controlled ever again, so there's this tenuous kind of wrath that slips out from time to time when he's had one too many shit events happen in a row. also, while he doesn't want to be ignored anymore, he also doesn't know how to socialize with people either, either coming off as awkward or gruff or kind of creepy from how detached he is so it just ends up all looping back into depression and he just kind steeps in that emptiness and dully accepts it. shit man, he barely even mourns his own scars, he just kind shrugs and tells you that he knows he's kind of ugly and that there isn't much point getting torn up over it. nothing that can be changed. bro exists in a state of "it is what it is"

okay now that the character analysis has been opened up let's get into the meat of this ask. how this guy b fucking.

first and foremost, his libido is pretty low, depression will kick you down into that for real, it's also kinda hard to bring home dates when you are

being haunted by that fucking thing

have shit social skills

look fucked up

in mental shreds

preoccupied (handling mental illness and killing a puppet)

basically what I'm saying is this guy has null and void for experience and little desire to go looking (not that that's going to stop me from fucking him anyways. I'll seduce him don't test me) I digress. he jacks off infrequently (maybe once or twice a month) and he jacks off in the early morning in that limbo between waking up after rough sleep and mustering up the energy to get dressed. lays there and stares at the ceiling while the early morning light starts to filter in through his drapes and silently rubs one out before rolling over and getting dressed.

it's probably easiest to get him into bed while he's drunk and in a state of "fuck it we ball," however just outright asking also works, flirting doesn't really work well on him as he'll think you're lying or trying to suck up/make him feel better (cause he kinda looks like an easy target). so just straight up asking is probably the most flattering way you could go about it. no frills, you picked him out with no second thoughts, he appreciates the boldness instead of feeling like someone is trying to conflate him into something more grand or rizz him up because he seems pathetic enough to take the bait. 9/10 times he'll say no because he doesn't have the energy for anything but the 10th attempt will get you a "alright. fine."

he is awkward and weird in bed to say the least, his general social lack as well as physical inexperience make him for an odd sexual partner. he's good with his hands and skilled in multitasking so he's decent with fingering/handjobs but lackluster with his mouth. guy who gives head without blinking. guy who gives head with zero pizazz. is he okay? about as okay as a guy like him can get frankly 😭. he fumbles getting into positions and is dead silent the entire time. no moaning even. he doesn't know how to dirty talk don't ask him to try he won't know what to say and he won't attempt either. his rhythm and kissing is decent but there's no passion behind it, you could sucker punch him in the middle of it and he would probably just sniff the nosebleed back in and keep going (kudos for staying locked in at least) guy who fucks without blinking SHDHDJFHFG. he doesn't really know what to do with himself and after being essentially forgotten for so long he doesn't really know how to take affection. it's flattering but he's very awkward and uncomfortable with it so if you try and cuddle him after expect him to lay there like a wooden board (that is if he doesn't try to get up and leave once he's done)(he's not callous on purpose he's just THAT awkward)

throwing a grenade into fandom I don't think he bottoms or subs, I don't think the notion of being told what to do or being used in that manner sits well with him. he's had enough of heeding people for one lifetime he'd rather hold onto control where he can get it.

as for specific fetishes? this guy doesn't have enough experience or perversion in him for that for the most part BUT. some misc thoughts

drunk sex is good because it takes social pressures off and loosens him up a little

praise and worship makes his ears warm because he's not used to hearing it but he doesn't know how to react to it

touching his face flusters him a little because he knows he's missing an eye and is all scarred up so someone touching those scars is kind of new and vulnerable

sometimes his excess anger seeps out during sex and he'll get stiff and rough with a thousand yard stare. thrusts kinda hard. apologizes for it after. you can piss him off to bring it out but he'll never fight or argue, just kinda fucks a little harder and wears a more peeved expression

unconscious guilty pleasure is dollification but not in the direction you think. starts out small, like him telling you that a color looks nice on you and you start wearing it more. the more you heed the notes and requests he makes the more he does it, and by the time he realizes he's doing it, it becomes a shameful desire, because the control gives him an adrenaline rush to be finally out of the controlled role, but also makes him feel a little bad for kind getting off to holding power over someone. if you encourage it though he might end up being quite the order giver. teehee. get ready to play dress up and take commands

coa matt special is him getting an adrenaline rush from cutting off a limb. listen man I just think being in that control position and modifying someone gives him a little high okay. the bone saw stays ON during sex

btw this man is loooong and lanky, tall slim and weird baybe. dick is of average length, less on the girth though but very aesthetically pleasing frankly. also long slender hands with. dexterous fingers. whew

all in all, if he takes a liking to you, you might notice him keeping less of a distance or even shadowing you a little while in day to day life. will subtly fix your clothes and hair while near you and spend a lot of time staring and observing you. can be coaxed into being more talkative after a while 🤌

okay that's all I think, yall can mail in thoughts if you have additional questions 🤔

[yoshinoritoshi]

Pls... Matthias anything... Anything of my man puppeteer pls...

Ehehe... I wanna give Matthias a bunch of dvolin so he gets drunk during duos... Then I wanna have him lay down on your lap while he drunkenly rambles about random things for the entire match...

He'd probably cry in your lap after from embarrassment, and sob when you guide him to dungeon (after someone else opened it up with the crowbar).

Once he sobers up, he can't even look you in the eyes for several days after... He didn't expect to be so vulnerable... Now he gets flushed anytime he hears your voice even from afar.