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Guys.. guys..

Anaxa is like a Blasphemer right. So what if Blasphemer!Anaxa who doesn't trust the authority of the Titans or Prophecies unexpectedly tangles up with Religious!Reader who is absolutely devoted to the Titans.

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I love this silly crackhead sm and this song THIS SONG INSPIRED I LOVE THIS SONG.

Ft. Anaxa x gn!reader

!CAN BE AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC!

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Why does Professor ANAXAGORAS despise the Black Tide so much? One dares to question his antiques. Everyone despised the Black Tide. A horrible, cruel corruption to the minds of humanity and a threat to Titans themselves.

So what makes him so different than others?

He can barely remember their voice now. Every now and then he racks his head, unable to accept that he indeed is forgetting their face as well.

"Anaxa! There you are! I've been searching for you everywhere." Young [Name] approaches him, a gleeful grin spread across their face.

"And yet I was here the entire time. You must have not searched properly." He looks up to meet your innocently blinking eyes.

You scoff. "Nonsense. It's just hard to find you when your hair is green. Matches with the greenery." You peek over to see what book he was reading. Unnecessarily long words for a kid his age.

"You must be blind. My hair is not even the right shade to begin with-"

"Ah-ah. It's still green."

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking." He gives you an eyeful.

Anaxa did not even know why he tolerated your presence. You're constantly smothering over him.

Maybe it's because you don't bash him from questioning the authority of the Titans. Maybe because you partly share interests with him. Maybe it's because he secretly has a soft spot but he'll never admit it. Never.

"Come! Let's do something fun for once. You're always shoving books into your face."

Your face blurs. He can't remember what happens next.

Now the answer to the question, Why does the GREAT Blasphemer Anaxagoras despise the Black Tide?

Simply, it took away the two people that meant most to him - his dear sister. His dear, only friend.

But that's no problem. Because he'll join them soon with his impending demise closing in.

He just needs to wait for the 15th entry Hour.

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I'm afraid if this is ooc.

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Soft old couches. Dim lights. Privacy.

Perfect.

They toss you down like a princess onto the couch, but there’s no gentleness when they move next—

Phainon unzipping his pants, cock already leaking and heavy with need, stepping right in front of you—

Mydei sinking down between your legs with a hungry, desperate groan.

"Ready for more, pretty girl?" Phainon croons, grabbing a handful of your hair and guiding your face toward his cock. "Thought you wanted to be a good little slut for us."

You’re whimpering, mindless, but you still part your lips obediently, sticking your tongue out like a good girl.

Phainon shudders, muttering, "Fuck, look at you," and feeds the thick head of his cock right onto your tongue—pressing deeper, deeper, until you gag softly around him.

And at the same moment—

Mydei’s mouth closes over your puffy, destroyed clit.

Gentle at first.

A slow, deep suck that makes your thighs jerk and clamp around his head—only for his massive hands to spread you wide again, pinning you open.

You cry out around Phainon’s cock, eyes watering, hips bucking helplessly into Mydei’s mouth.

Phainon hisses, grabbing your hair tighter, slowly thrusting into your mouth.

"Don’t get distracted, nerd," he growls lowly, voice fraying with pleasure. "You’ve still got a cock to worship."

You try, you really do—bob your head dutifully, swallowing him down as best you can, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes—

but Mydei is ruining you.

He’s insatiable.

Big hands spreading your thighs wider.

Tongue lapping at your slit like he’s starved for you.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, tugging, teasing, devouring you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

He moans into you, and the vibrations make you scream around Phainon’s cock.

"Fuck, she’s tight around my cock and she’s tight around your mouth, huh?" Phainon laughs breathlessly, watching you struggle, gag, drool all over his length while Mydei’s tongue flicks mercilessly at your overstimulated clit.

You're completely brainless.

Tears streaming down your face.

Pussy leaking nonstop into Mydei’s eager mouth.

Your body is shaking—hips bucking uncontrollably—guttural, muffled cries vibrating around Phainon’s cock as Mydei’s tongue works you closer and closer to another messy, devastating orgasm.

"Gonna cum again, pretty baby?" Phainon pants, thrusting harder into your mouth now, his tip hitting the back of your throat with wet, messy sounds. "Go on. Squirt all over Mydei’s face while you choke on my cock. Bet you can."

Mydei groans low against you—tightening his grip on your thighs—and sucks hard on your swollen, abused clit, rolling his tongue mercilessly.

That’s it. That’s all you can take.

You scream, gagging around Phainon’s cock, your body convulsing violently as you squirt again—

gushing all over Mydei’s mouth, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as he eagerly drinks it down.

"Good fucking girl," Phainon groans, pulling you down harder onto his cock, hips snapping forward as he fucks your messy throat without mercy.

Mydei doesn’t even stop—he keeps eating you, slurping greedily, dragging out your orgasm until you’re nothing but a trembling, twitching, mindless mess caught between them.

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There are so few Anaxa fics I'm starving. Most of them are smut (not complaining tho 👅👅) I MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS

(Anaxa fic coming soon pls be patient with me)

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╰┈➤ signs you noticed from the lovesick scholar.

╰┈➤ pairings - Anaxa x fem!reader

Author's note - came back from a year break to fall in love with this frail man. RAHHH (dr ratio fic coming one day soon be patient with me :,d) I feel like this is very ooc FORGIVE ME I DIDNT DO HIS CHARACTER STUDY YET 🙏🙏

Also yall pls send me requests I'm out of ideas 🥀

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I CRINGE MORE EVERYTIME I TRY TO READ

There, you lied on your bed, replaying Mydeimo's words over and over again.

"I think everyone in this room except you knows how that man acts biased around you."

What did he mean by that? The way Anaxa acts biased around you?

Your hands find their way towards your scalp in frustration trying to decipher his words. When did Anaxa possibly act based towards you? You groan trying to think of an incident where Anaxa was slightly soft towards you.

SIGN 1 - His Actions.

You visit the grove, in search of the man himself, ANAXGORAS. You don't know why you were searching for him. Perhaps you just yearned for his company.

There you stood in front of his office, listening to the desperate begs and pleas of an unfortunate student of his. You wondered if it would be impolite to interrupt. So you just stood there, waiting for them to finish.

Unexpectedly, the door clicks open. You had expected to see the saddened face of a rejected student walking out with failure. Instead, you were met with Anaxa's stern face.

Anaxa's eye darted towards you, his brows rising in slight surprise at your presence.

"Professor Anaxa-"

"Anaxagoras." He cuts off the student's pleas, his voice laced with irritation.

You watched the scene unfold in front of you, your mouth hanging slightly agape. You started to feel bad for the student. Afterall, Anaxa is a pain to deal with, being pretty stern and ruthless at times.

"What brings you here?" Anaxa dismissed the student, focusing on you solely.

"Anaxa. Sorry, Anaxagoras. No purpose really. Just wanted to talk." You correct yourself before he can. Just wanted to talk? Is that the best you could come with? You internally curse yourself.

He stops. If you weren't looking at him intently, you wouldn't have noticed his shoulders relaxing just a little when you corrected yourself. Out of all the people, it's mostly you who actually obeys his two rules.

"Is it of importance?"

"Not exactly, but-"

"You know I'm a busy man." Anaxa interjects.

You swore you were about to strangle this man and his long legs right then and there. He gets absolutely infuriating to deal with.

"Fine." You mutter, grabbing the poor student's hand and dragging her away. What were you even doing? You question yourself.

At first it sounded like a solid idea in her mind, making Anaxa regret by ignoring him and taking his student out for a treat. Now, it just sounds so random. You should have thought this out first.

There stood Anaxa, still processing what just happened. He was slightly disappointed at how she didn't nag him wherever he walked. Wait. Was he really disappointed? He caught himself thinking, belittling himself for showing emotion.

"Ridiculous." Anaxa clicked his tongue. So what if she took his own student for a treat? Let them be. He doesn't care about either of them. He reassured himself, healing his pride and ego.

So why was it that his legs absentmindedly took him towards the nearest cafe in desperate search of your face?

He walked inside, the fresh smell of baked goods hitting him instantly. What hit him more was the familiarity of it all.

He still cherishes the moments where the both of you would sit at the corner of the cafe, constantly bickering and hitting each other with the most controversial questions.

But he would rather swallow a thousand needles than to ever admit that to anybody.

Anaxa's eyes searched the room, his gaze immediately landing on the back of your head. You seemed to be enjoying the company of his student. Hopefully not more than his.

You learned that the student's name is Vipsania, and that she was in Anaxa's office for him to approve of her essay.

"Thank you for dragging me out back there. I don't know how much longer I could have dealt with that devil. He has to be the worst professor." Vipsania, holds your hand in gratitude.

You laugh as she goes on about how ruthless Anaxa is, referring to him as the devil. Your laugh was short lived as the devil that Vipsania was talking about, unexpectedly sat beside you.

He said nothing, just sat there quietly. Menacingly.

The table goes silent.

"I thought you said you were busy?" The ends of your lips curl up into a victorious smile. Both of you know how well your plan actually worked.

"I only implied that I was busy." Excuses.

SIGN 2 - His Allowance.

Why were you back at the grove? You had absolutely no reason to be at the grove right now. Those thoughts were immediately pulled aside as you spotted a familiar figure under a tree, slumbering. Anaxa.

You tip toed over, careful not to awake him up. He really was asleep, book in hand and mind in slumber.

This was an unusual sight. You once pondered if the man even needed sleep to function. He is a demigod.

You lean in closer, admiring his features; his lashes, his soft hair, how his chest rises and falls back down with each breath her takes. It was mesmerizing.

Your eyes gaze at the eye patch on his face, where his other eye should be. You didn't know much. All you know was that it had something to do with the Black Tide.

"Don't you know it's impolite to stare? Much less scary when someone is sleeping." Anaxa's eye fluttered open, making you flinch.

"I was just curious about your other eye." You comment back, protecting your pride even though he wouldn't believe it.

"Is that so?" He raises a brow at you, making space for you to sit beside him. A rare gesture.

You nod, settling down beside him. It's hard to get a chance to stay near him. Yet when you do, a strange sense of comfort floods you.

"What purpose do you have at the Grove anyways? Or is it that you've come to pester me with your stupendous questions?" Anaxa shut the book between his fingers, slightly tilting his head to get a better view of you.

"Am I not allowed to visit a dear friend of mine?" Your eyes drift off from his face to his hair. His hair is pretty long.

"Not when you're going to disturb that dear friend of yours."

"Can I braid your hair?" You completely dismiss his remark, mind only focused on braiding that beautiful hair of his.

"No." It comes out of his mouth bluntly, just like every word that comes out of his mouth.

"Please?" Your hand grasp onto his shoulder, his body tensing at your touch. Your pleading eyes meet his gaze. Anaxa clicks his tongue.

"No." This time it comes out with a small hint of hesitancy.

"please?" You repeat, a sweeter and softer tone. His eye making contact with yours, immediately his sight darting away.

Anaxa sighs deeply before nodding softly, giving into your pleas.

You squeel excitedly, your hands immediately latching on his hair. You didn't expect it to be so soft and well kept. Anaxa is a man who doesn't care much about worldly possessions not his body, so it was unexpected to feel its silky texture.

Your hands immediately start working with his hair. Anaxa would never admit it but he secretly really enjoys when you play with his hair, whether it be braiding it or just twirling it around your finger.

That day, his students watched him in awe as he walked past with a braid and flowers entangled in his hair.

He didn't untie the braids for a few days and kept the flowers with him until they wilted.

SIGN 3 - His Jealousy.

There you were hopping and skipping around at the grove. You were back. Your sole reason being his company and your great excuse being a visit to the cafe.

It wasn't exactly an excuse. You truly did want to drop by the cafe.

The feeling of nostalgia hot you like a Dromas charging at you with full speed. All those bickering and laughing in those days.

You immediately order your old time favourite, plain milk coffee with two sugar cubes.

You rack your brain hard, trying to remember Anaxa's favourite drink or food, wanting to get him something. You ultimately fail and just order black coffee. The taste, bland just like him. It was funnier in your head.

As you hop your way out with the packed amenities, you can't help but wonder if Anaxa will even appreciate her little gift. You clearly knew the answer to your thoughts.

Maybe you wondered too hard. So hard that you didn't notice the figure in front of you, immediately crashing onto the poor person, the coffee spilling onto the ground.

Before you could mutter out your apologies, the person quickly apologised first, leaving you completely speechless. Such a gentleman? In this economy?

"I'm terribly sorry for that- here I'll pay for your lost coffee." The man seemed genuinely sorry, his brows furrowed.

You shook your head. "No it's perfectly fine. It was my fault there's no need." You tried to sound genuine, though it came out sounding like sarcasm. Your tone further fueled the man to pay you extra.

"come. I'll buy you new ones." He dusts off the dirt from his pants, offering compensation.

Anaxa on the other hand, had just finished a lecture. He was tired of sitting in his office the entire day, marking and grading papers. He decided the cafe was a good change of routine. He was expecting to see you since you only visit him during Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Entering the cafe, Anaxa sees you. With another man.

His face is stern but his heart is in inner turmoil. He watches as the man hands you the coffee as compensation, Anaxa's eye twitching when your fingers make contact with the man's.

"Hey- thanks for that. You really didn't need to. What's your name?" You smile at the man's kindness, wanting to get to know him more.

"Oh me? The name is Alias. What about you?"

"I'm [Name] nice to meet you Alias. Let's sit down and talk."

Anaxa watches from the corner as you and that man settle down, his fingers clenching around his cape.

"I reside in Okhema and came here to visit a dear friend of mine."

"Ah I thought so. You weren't dressed as a student nor a scholar so I was just wondering."

You laugh at his observation, amused at his sharp eye.

Anaxa, sits beside you his presence unwelcoming. You look up to see his stern face.

"I wasn't informed that you were at the grove." He mutters crossing his legs.

Your mouth hung agape, surprised at how quietly he managed to come up beside you. Anaxa reminded you of a cat. Silent yet vigilant.

"How did you.."

"Nevertheless, who's this new friend of yours?" Anaxa cuts you off, not wanting to answer your question. He's more interested in the man sitting across him, eyeing him from top to bottom.

"Oh Professor Anaxa."

"Anaxagoras." He corrects him, unamused. Alias mutters an apology.

"I'm Alias. I'm a student under the Nodist school."

"Alias? I heard the sages of Nodist complain about your constant pestering." Anaxa remarks, earning a pinch from you. His eye darts to yours, his face feigning innocence.

Alias laughs. "That is true. Though I'm not aware of the complaints."

"You must be deaf."

"Sorry Alias. I'll meet you later." You quickly apologised for Anaxa's manners, dragging the man outside.

"What's with you today?" You scolded him, unhappy with his hostility.

"I was merely questioning him." Anaxa raised a brow at you. He was aware of what he did but refused to admit it.

A gasp escapes your mouth as you finally connect all the dots. Does Anaxa actually? No he doesn't seem like the type of man for romance.

You laid there in your bed, your heart beats being the loudest sound in the room. You were more than aware about your own feelings for him.

You liked him. But there was no other way of knowing whether he liked you back or not. This man and his stone face is difficult to deal with.

Worst of all he doesn't even show emotion. How were you supposed to confirm whether Anaxa actually liked you back or not.

Your heart pounded at the thought.

SIGN 4 - His Words.

You stumble multiple times walking towards Anaxa's office, your mind cluttered with thoughts of rejection.

Yes, you were back at the grove once more. This time with a better reason. Settle things straight and speak your feelings.

You didn't bother to knock, hands sweaty as your hand reached for the door nob.

As the door creaked open, you got a peek at him, reading a book about disproven prophecies.

"What happened to knocking?" Anaxa muttered, not looking up from his book.

You stay silent, the words all jumbled up. The words are all caught up in your throat.

Noticing your silence he looks up, meeting your gaze. He observes your hesitance to speak.

"Is something troubling you?"

"You." You mutter out quickly, approaching his desk. Anaxa raised a brow at you, confused.

"I like you." You stop before his desk. It comes out quick and abrupt. But at least you managed to get it out.

Anaxa stops for a moment, his stone face almost cracking up. You noticed the way his jaw clenches, the way his hand balls up in a fist.

An awkward silence fills the room. He's initially shocked.

"Love. A complex phenomenon. I myself have studied it yet I brushed it off as nonsense."

Anaxa slowly mutters out, his tone softer than usual. Is he trying to rationalize this?

"I never believed in love like those fake prophecies. Yet I always find myself drawn to you. It irks me off."

You're lucky. You know that Anaxa had to push aside his pride for once to say all of this. Was this an acceptance to your confession?

"You seem to have brought me to my senses." Anaxa breathes heavily. It's an indirect yes. And he hopes you get it.

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Knowing that Anaxa is a scholar, he surely has a great vocabulary. JUST IMAGINE giving him gowk gowk while he just spouts out pretty words

IM EXPLODING

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AVENTURINE who loves it when you're loud. Especially when those loud sounds are praises. Poor boy wants reassurance to know if he's making you feel good. He loves being praised for his hard work. What does he like more than being praised? He loves seeing that fucked out face of yours. So then, he knows he's doing an even better job.

AVENTURINE who moans shamelessly loud on purpose. Not that he's faking it. He just doesn't even try to hold back. If you ask him why? He implies that he knows you like it. As cocky as it may sound, you two both know that he's correct.

AVENTURINE who would be a little rougher than usual when he's feeling jealous. Once, he spotted you talking to one of his co-workers. The way you laughed at his jokes. Something had snapped inside him. He edged you the entire night, fucking you senseless, until the only thing you could say was his name.

AVENTURINE who makes it up to you in the morning by a soft love-making session. During that session, he's softer than ever. Every touch softer than that of an infant. He's scared that he might break you if he does something wrong. He would whisper sweet nothings and soft apologies in your ears.

AVENTURINE who gives you the best aftercares with the most expensive shampoos and conditioners. This man would wash your hair, scrub your back and even massage you with expensive oils like oyster oil which boosts your immune system.

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Imagine giving neuvillette the best head under a table...

(neuvillette x fem!reader)

You're under the table, sucking off his shaft, while he tries to contain his groans and composure.

As the trail goes on, he struggles to keep his voice low, rising suspicions from the Opera House.

"oh- [N-name]-" he groans, failing to keep up his composure.

"monsieur Neuvillette? Are you alright?" One of the defendants asks, dragging all the attention on him.

"oh- yes. It's n-nothing." He stutters, clearing his throat before looking down under the table before muttering something in a low tone.

"[name]. If you s-suck me off this good then-"

"monsieur Neuvillette? Is there a problem?"

He clears his throat.

"n-not at all. Please continue."

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Imagine a threesome with neuvillette and Wriothesely.. (fem!reader)

"Spread your legs for me dove." Wriothesely crawls on top you as he presses his shaft against your slit with a groan while neuvillette watches from the side stroking his own.

"just gonna stare?" He turns to neuvillette.

Neuvillette shakes his head as a response, slowly bringing his shaft to your mouth. "Open your mouth love."

She does as he says as she slowly licks the tip before taking him in her mouth. "Ah. Yes, just like that love." Neuvillette groans as he starts thrusting into her mouth.

Wriothesely on the other hand, slowly pushes his shaft into her cunt with a little moan. "So tight for me yeah?" He chuckles, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch.

Before she knew it, she could feel his full length in her.

She couldn't focus on the pleasure she was feeling right now. She was being fucked in her mouth and cunt.

"f-fuck...so t-tight" Wriothesely picks up his pace, his thrusts getting more sloppy and fast.

"oh [name]-" Neuvillette stutters, his face growing a little red. He takes your head and pushes himself forward rutting his hips against your mouth in an ungodly pace.

With a loud groan, both of them release, along with your muffled moans.

Wriothesely pants as he pulls out his shaft from your puffy cunt, a trail of his semen flowing out. He looks at his piece of work before using his two fingers to stuff his semen back in. "You look so pretty like this dove."

Neuvillette pulls out, stroking his still hard shaft, looking at your semen-covered face. He has no words to say, just deep breaths from how much pleasure he just experienced.

"let's switch places."

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