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I hit 300 followers?? You guys?? Thank you so much omg! I’m a just a silly little guy who loves writing and character analysis, I never expected to gain this many followers haha. I feel honored.

I know a lot of other accounts would have specials and such, I don’t. Anytime I think of something fun for my account I go ahead and just do it lol. I don’t see the point in waiting.

But aaaaa!! Thank you guys!!! 🥺🖤

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I’m writing it rn guys don’t worry. Be prepared for a lot of angst though.

If I have to suffer these angsty thoughts so do yall. Spoiler warning for amphoreus!! Ready? Let’s go. (This is messy forgive me).

Mydei, phainon, and male (preferably) reader in a secret polyam relationship. The other crysos heirs know about it but not the public. Reader himself is a crysos heir, one connected to prophecy. It took a long time to find someone to fill that role, and reader just so happened to be it. He didn’t have control over when he recieved prophecies, but it didn’t bother him. Most prophecies were small, revealing things that would happen in the near future instead of distant. Smaller situations rather than big.

Until it finally happened.

Reader gets a prophecy, a vision, bits and pieces. While hearing the prophecy he was also able to see glimpses of what would occur. Not uncommon, but so much worse this time. His lovers fighting side by side—a blade through Mydeis back—dead on the ground—Phainon was there—the blade used in the attack… And to top it off. Glimpses behind the flame reavers mask. It couldn’t be, could it?

During the vision he was subconsciously terrified of Phainon, not yet understand what exactly he saw. He was in pure distress, seeing one love die, possibly by the hands of the other. See you and Phainon were the only ones that knew of Mydeis weak spot. You knew that. It made the suspicion worse. But how… how could you tell them?

(So tempting to write this I’m ngl… should I?)

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Why is this gaining more attention than my works help 😭

If I have to suffer these angsty thoughts so do yall. Spoiler warning for amphoreus!! Ready? Let’s go. (This is messy forgive me).

Mydei, phainon, and male (preferably) reader in a secret polyam relationship. The other crysos heirs know about it but not the public. Reader himself is a crysos heir, one connected to prophecy. It took a long time to find someone to fill that role, and reader just so happened to be it. He didn’t have control over when he recieved prophecies, but it didn’t bother him. Most prophecies were small, revealing things that would happen in the near future instead of distant. Smaller situations rather than big.

Until it finally happened.

Reader gets a prophecy, a vision, bits and pieces. While hearing the prophecy he was also able to see glimpses of what would occur. Not uncommon, but so much worse this time. His lovers fighting side by side—a blade through Mydeis back—dead on the ground—Phainon was there—the blade used in the attack… And to top it off. Glimpses behind the flame reavers mask. It couldn’t be, could it?

During the vision he was subconsciously terrified of Phainon, not yet understand what exactly he saw. He was in pure distress, seeing one love die, possibly by the hands of the other. See you and Phainon were the only ones that knew of Mydeis weak spot. You knew that. It made the suspicion worse. But how… how could you tell them?

(So tempting to write this I’m ngl… should I?)

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Hii! Can I request a-z alphabet with Moze? Sfw r, w, t, k, nsfw a, d, k, w, gn amab reader. I love him sm ^^

Hello dear anon!! Here is your request!! I’m so glad Moze is getting love 🥺

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「 MOZE A-Z HEADCANONS I 」

pairing: moze x gender neutral amab reader

tags: gender neutral reader, first person, amab reader

warnings: +18 content, sub & dom reader options, sub & dom moze options, nsfw content area marked, canon moze trauma/backstory, perv moze, imperfect grammar

request: Hii! Can I request a-z alphabet with Moze? Sfw r, w, t, k, nsfw a, d, k, w, gn amab reader. I love him sm ^^

a/n: plssss I love him too, I don’t yap about him much but he genuinely has a special place in my heart <3

— here is the a-z request list! || here is the a-z masterlist!

/ sfw alphabet ⌇˚.༄

kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

⮑ Kisses with Moze feel like the definition of belonging. He kisses you like you’re all he has, that you’re his god. Silly I know, but it’s true. They’re film and yet soft at the same time. He doesn’t ghost his lips over yours, he will kiss you properly. Yet there still a little restraint and care to it.

⮑ His favorite places to kiss you are your lips and neck. He pulls a Houdini act so often, even around your home. One moment he isn’t in the room, and the next he’s hugging you from behind, watching you do whatever it is you’re doing while leaving soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. He does prefer lips, it’s grounding to him. And more romantic.

⮑ His favorite places to be kissed… honestly he can’t really say. He finds himself blushing anywhere you kiss him, especially if you find exposed skin through his uniform to do it. He would probably blush the most with you kissing his arm. It’s not uncommon. It’s the only thing besides his face that you can see. Same reason he loves kissing your lips, he loves receiving it. But something about the way your lips ghost over his scars while whispering “I love you”. That makes him fold.

remember (favorite memory with you?)

⮑ The moment he realized you were his sanctuary. I really am serious on this. Moze grew up in a cult, he was broken down over and over. Feixiao knew that, it’s why she set the conditions the way she did (I dive deeper into this in my cuddling headcanons). He doesn’t trust or love easy, not even close. So realizing he craved to be around you? That he felt safe with you? Seeing you smile as he came to that realization. That he wanted to love and protect you with everything he had.

⮑ To make that feeling even better, was knowing you reciprocated. You wanted him, you allowed him to work through his traumas, and see you the way he chose to. He was down bad. And it was only just the beginning.

try (how much effort do they put in?)

⮑ At first, when he’s still learning to balance personal life with work life, he didn’t put too much in. Not because he didn’t want to! I mean, we had an entire bit of Moze being tasked with socializing, he’s a little too hyper independent. Even then he still took great care of you? And he learns to do better! He pays attention to everything. Your favorite foods, your fashion taste, your comfort items, and indulges you. He learns your social and emotional cues and acts accordingly to them. Once he gets a hang of the relationship, he puts a lot of effort in.

whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

⮑ Yes. For multiple reasons, all sad, all linked to his childhood. His very being was linked with relying on those around him. He’s done his best to remove it, but bits of it is still there with his love for you. A part of him forgets how to breathe when you aren’t there with him. Especially if you’ve managed to integrate yourself into his daily living. He needs you like his body needs water.

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aftercare (what they're like after sex)

⮑ He’s great at it! It takes him a second to get a hang of it but even then he’s so?? Of course his little neat freak soul always makes sure you’re properly cleaned up. He will start a bath and let your body soak and relax. He will even wash your hair for you :(. He makes sure there’s water for you and when vulnerable enough, may even praise you. It’s a gift to hear those words leave his lips.

⮑ When he’s submissive he still does at least some of the aftercare. He has a high stamina and is used to pushing his body past its limits. He will help you clean up, and is more likely to give words of affirmations. How good you made him feel, how perfect you are for him. He’s also cuddly after sex, it’s sweet.

dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

⮑ So… you know how he has a habit of being in the shadows? Yeah he’s overheard you pleasuring yourself multiple times. Not even on purpose! There was also a couple of times where he saw it too. Pre relationship he’d freak out and leave. Post relationship, he found himself enjoy it. An off handed comment to him that if he saw you didn’t mind, and to join in if he pleases.

⮑ Half the time he doesn’t join in, he loves the thrill of just… watching. Sometimes he’ll touch himself to the sight. He doesn’t make his presence known, he enjoys seeing how you handle yourself when he isn’t there. Whether it’s stroking yourself, fingering yourself, using a toy on you… And he enjoys the fact that no matter how many times he’s seen you cum like that, tit never compares to when you’re with him.

kink (one or more of their favourite kinks)

⮑ giving: vouyerism, bondage, electrostimulus (little shit).

⮑ receiving: acarophilia (scratching), orgasm control.

⮑ both: accidental stimulation, praise kink, breath play, clothed sex.

wild card (random nsfw headcanon)

⮑ (Dom Moze). One time after a battle, he was half asleep as you patched him up. One thing led to another, and you were sitting in his lap making out with him. He should’ve been resting, but oh how he missed you. While his hands were roaming over your body, he didn’t quite have control over his electric touch, and accidentally shot it through your spine. It didn’t hurt you—thank goodness—but you could feel it. You arched your back and scratched his shoulders, shuddering at the sensation. You went from barely half hard to straining desperately in your pants. He groaned at the feeling of your nails. And noticing your reaction, did it again; this time with his hand over your clothes cock. He couldn’t contain his smirk when you moaned loudly. Looks like you two found a new kink.

⮑ (Sub Moze). Moze had a rough week, barely able to see you or rest his body. He was so obviously pent up. It took coaxing, but he decided to let you take complete control. He was gripping the sheets panting quietly at the feeling of your mouth around his cock. You were taking your sweet time with him, praising him every time you came up for air. You already pulled one orgasm out of him without even taking his clothes off. Next, you were going to fuck him sweetly.

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Having Anaxa and Loucha on the same team made me really curious how they’d interact with each other and honestly… I’m lowk scared of that.

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library session — ANAXA

anaxa x bottom male reader

requested!

a/n: i love this one i swear

you just finished helping anaxagoras with his lectures, so you decided to head to the private library for some time.

it was quiet, save for the soft creak of floorboards beneath your steps and the faint hum of the lighting crystals. rows of shelves towered over you, casting long shadows as you walked between them, fingertips brushing against worn spines and gilded edges. you loved this place. not just for the books, but because it was the one place anaxa rarely interrupted you—unless he caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to.

like now.

you had just slid open one of the glass cases, one he’d warned you about more than once, when you a hand grabbed your wrist, making you flinch.

“i thought i told you not to touch the sealed texts.”

“why not? does it hold your secret?” you teased and attempted to pull your hand back, only for it to remain there due to anaxa’s strong hold.

you turned your head around and looked up at him, a pout on your face. “hey, let go—“

you met him in the eye, staring down at you that made you felt like he was going to eat you. he hovered above you. even though there wasn’t much difference in your height.

still, made you feel nervous.

“okay… okay. fine. i won’t touch it again.” you huffed and turned away, using your other hand to pry his hand away from your wrist. “j-just let go.”

“that’s what you also said last time,” he replied, finally letting go of your hand.

you rubbed your wrist with a dramatic sigh, shooting him a sideways glance. “you really like grabbing me, huh?

anaxagoras didn’t answer. his gaze lingered on you—unreadable. then, with a soft exhale through his nose, he reached past you and slid the glass case shut with a quiet click.

“perhaps,” he said simply. "you must be quite special."

the words made your heart skip. you blinked, unsure if he was teasing or if that was just how he talked. he’d always been like this—cryptic, cool, and sometimes, impossible to read. and it only made you act out more.

you crossed your arms and leaned against the shelf. “special, huh? so does that mean i get to read the forbidden stuff if i ask nicely?”

his eyes dropped for a second. not in a crude way, but enough to make you feel suddenly bare—like he could see right through your little performance. he stepped a little closer.

“if you were capable of asking nicely,” he murmured, “you’d already have permission.”

you felt your ears go hot.

"i am nice,” you said, trying to sound indignant—but your voice came out smaller than intended. “you’re the scary one.”

“scary?” he echoed, tilting his head. “i think i’m being very patient.”

you knew he was right. anaxa has been nothing but patient to you, while you, on the other hand, did test his patience at times.

you were good most of the times, though.

before you could shoot a snarky remark, anaxa turned his heel and began walking toward the back of the library.

you blinked. “wait—what, no scolding today?”

he didn’t turn around. “follow me.”

“…why?”

“so i can distract you. since that seems to be the only way to keep you from breaking into sealed archives.”

you pouted, but followed him anyway.

you trailed behind him, watching the way his coat swayed slightly with each step, the soft hum of his boots against the wooden floor.

then, he stopped when you guys have reached the back of the library. he began to arrange the books quietly and your eyes drifted lower—to that. the strange swirling void embedded in his chest. the one you’d always noticed, but never quite asked about. or touched. or—

your fingers twitched.

“…hey, prof.”

“hm?”

you tilted your head, just a little grin curling at the edge of your lips. “what would happen if i… y’know.” you reached out and wiggled your fingers vaguely in his direction. “poked that weird space hole on your chest?”

he stopped.

you blinked when he turned slightly, casting you a side glance. he looked calm, but you swore his brow twitched.

“is it dangerous? will i get sucked in? implode? will you self-destruct like a machine in a novel?”

he didn’t answer at first. just turned fully toward you.

you reached out without thinking, finger hovering. “i mean, if i just—”

anaxa caught your wrist.

his grip wasn’t tight. just firm enough to stop you. but the way he looked down at you, eyes glowing slightly, made your heart skip a beat.

you really hate how attractive he looks up close.

“you shouldn’t just touch things…” he said, voice low.

“what does it feel like?”

“i don’t know.”

“…you don’t know?”

you blinked.

“why don’t we find out then?”

he hesitated. he seemed curious, too. you giggled, blinking up at him with a cheeky grin. you notice how his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink before finally sighing and letting go of your hand.

you hovered your fingers over it again.

then, the moment your finger touched the edge of it—warmth. it wasn’t like skin. not quite. It felt… softer, more fluid. like dipping into water, but warmer, stickier, with a gentle pull that sent shivers up your spine.

“it’s… so warm.” you mumbled, stepping closer and pressing deeper, making his breath hitch.

it clenched around you. the warmth turned slicker, a subtle throb radiating through it.

“oh my dear,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, almost as if trying not to react. “that's enough.”

"what if i don't want to?~" you grin, continuing your ministrations inside the void. you don't even realize the face he's making—cheeks flushed, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

it felt too good on your fingers.

and the idiot you are, also wondered if it would feel good on your—

you pulled your fingers out and looked away, your entire face burning as your dirty thoughts sunk into you.

there's no way you—

did you really just thought of...

suddenly, anaxa grabbed your jaw and slammed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you gasped, giving anaxa the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, making you whimper.

he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned you against the nearby shelves, knocking off a few books as you tried to keep up with him.

seriously, he didn't even looked like he can manhandle you in ways and yet—

here you are, pinned against the shelves by anaxa.

he pulled away for a moment, his face still a few inches closer to yours. only then were you able to finally properly see his expression. "...has your curiosity been satisfied?"

you meekly nodded before grinning sheepishly. "so you know how to kiss, professor."

"i know how to make you feel good too."

your eyes widened at his words. you tried to say something, but words failed you as the only thing that left your mouth were stutters.

"d-didn't... know you were such a p-pervert, professor." you mumbled.

"how ironic," he grinned, leaning closer to your ear. "i was sure you were thinking of doing something else on it."

at first you were confused. then it hit you.

"you—!"

he pulled you in another kiss.

his lips moved slowly at first—almost gentle—before he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he owned it. and this time, he kissed like he meant it. like he had been waiting for a reason to stop holding back.

when he finally pulled away, a string of spit connected you both, your eyes glossy, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you love cutting me off, don't you?"

anaxa didn't answer as his hand trailed down to your waist, then lower, fingers dancing along your inner thigh.

"you always act so shy," he murmured, letting one hand slide beneath the fabric of your clothes. "but the moment i touched you… you didn’t pull away."

your breath hitched when his palm cupped between your legs, rubbing slowly—purposefully—over the growing heat there.

"you're liking this, aren't you?"

"i-i—shut up," you whined, trying to turn your head, only for him to hold your chin firmly and tilt your gaze back to him.

“such a brat. and now?” he squeezed, making you gasp. “now you're mine to deal with.”

he lowered his fingers and unzipped your pants before dipping them beneath your waistband and pulling it down along with your underwear, letting it fall down your ankles with a soft rustle.

“here?” you whispered, voice trembling.

“why not?” he replied, smirking. “it’s my library.”

then he dropped to his knees.

he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression unreadable—but those glowing eyes shimmered with hunger. you swallowed hard, hands instinctively reaching behind to grip the shelf for support.

“i’ll be thorough,” he said, almost too calmly, like he was stating a fact. “you don’t deserve it, but you’ve clearly been asking for it.”

you barely had time to process before you felt his mouth—hot and wet—press against the base of your cock, tongue dragging upward in one slow stroke that made your knees tremble.

“p-professor—!” you gasped, head falling back.

he didn’t respond—his mouth was too full now. but he hummed lowly, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, pinning you against the shelf with surprising strength, leaving you completely at his mercy.

each movement of his mouth was methodical and cruel in how slowly he built you up—just enough suction, just enough tongue, just enough control to make you squirm.

“p-please,” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.

he pulled back slightly, lips slick, panting softly against your twitching cock. “so sensitive,” he murmured.

you tried to say something. maybe to curse him, maybe to plead—but he cut you off by swallowing you whole again in one fluid motion. you cried out, legs nearly giving in as he began to move faster now, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

books hit the floor again when you jerked back too hard, trying to brace yourself.

your breath was coming out in sharp, uneven pants now—skin flushed, eyes glassy, legs barely able to keep you upright. anaxa finally pulled away, his lips wet, a satisfied look on his face.

without another word, he wrapped a hand around your base, stroking slowly—intimately—just enough to make your knees tremble again.

“wait—what are you…?” you trailed off, throat suddenly dry.

anaxa’s gaze was steady, but there was a flush on his face. “you wanted to touch it earlier,” he said quietly. “let’s see how curious you really are.”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t mean—like that—”

but your cock twitched at the thought, betraying you.

he noticed. of course he did.

“prof—” you whimpered.

he guided you closer until your tip brushed against the glowing void, pulling you deeper and your eyes rolled back as the sensation hit.

“oh—f-fuck—” you cried out, hips bucking forward on instinct.

the void swallowed your cock with ease—tight, pulsing. it clung to you, enveloped you in sticky, rhythmic pressure, coaxing moans from your lips.

“anaxa—please—” you begged, voice cracked and breathless. you’d sunk all the way in now, hips pressed flush against his chest, cock buried inside that maddeningly warm, slick void—and he wouldn’t let you move.

his hands were locked on your waist, holding you firmly in place. it pulsed around you again, warm, somewhat tight too, like it was trying to milk you dry without you even thrusting.

it was too much. too good.

you squirmed in his hold, trying to rock your hips just a little—only for him to tighten his grip, strong hands digging into your lower back.

“i said don’t move,” anaxa warned, his voice dark. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you choked on a moan. “b-but i can’t—i need to—anaxa, please—”

your cock twitched inside the void, the heat and slickness massaging it with every subtle pulse. you were panting now, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders.

“you’re so impatient,” he murmured, almost fondly. “i haven’t even prepped you yet.”

you blinked, dazed. “wha—?”

then his hand slid down, slipping between your cheeks, a finger pressing against your rim.

you gasped. “wait wait wait—!”

his finger pushed in slowly, and you cried out, your cock pulsing violently inside his chest. he continued to move his finger, massaging the walls before he inserted another one, curling it deep, hitting just the right spot.

the mix of tight heat around your cock and his fingers stroking your prostate overwhelmed you. you thighs trembled, and you collapsed against him fully, a sob breaking from your throat.

“can’t… take it—” you whimpered.

“yes, you can.” he kissed your thigh, breath hot against your skin. two fingers, now three, buried deep inside you, curling and stroking in ways that made your back arch.

you gasped, a cry torn from your throat as your body trembled, the heat in your stomach rapidly increasing, the knot forming—

“agh! anaxa—!” you whimpered. “i think i’m gonna—”

but just as your climax neared—he stopped.

he slipped your cock out of his chest. his fingers slipped out. all stimulation vanished in an instant, leaving you twitching and breathless, painfully hard and dripping.

“n-no—! why—?” you choked, hips jerking helplessly in his grip, desperate for any kind of friction. “i was so close—!”

anaxa looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and dark. “you don’t get to come from that alone.”

he shifted, rising to his feet. in one smooth motion, he lifted you by the waist and pressed your back to the bookshelf again. your legs instinctively wrapped around him, still reeling from the sudden emptiness.

“i told you,” he said, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance. “you’re mine to deal with now.”

then he pushed in.

you screamed—a high, broken moan muffled by his mouth as he kissed you hard, thrusting in deep, burying himself fully in one go. the stretch burned, your hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders as your walls clenched around him, already too sensitive, already desperate.

he gave you a minute to get used to it, savoring your taste. he groaned into your mouth, grip tightening around your hips. “so tight,” he muttered.

then, he began to slam his hips up, triggering your release and making your eyes roll back as you came with a loud moan, your cock spurting cum on your stomach. still, anaxa didn’t bother to stop.

he continued to thrust his hips u, fucking into you despite you just hitting your climax and he didn’t even slow down.

you twitched in his grip, overstimulated already, but he kept fucking into you with a maddening rhythm, the sounds between you turning wetter and messier.

“anaxa—!” you sobbed, trying to pull away, your legs trembling around his waist. “c-can’t, s’too much—!”

“yes, you can,” he rasped, hands bruising your hips as he pinned you tighter. “you’re going to take it. be good and take what I give you.”

you whimpered, dizzy, overwhelmed—your body torn between pleasure and pain, nerves on fire as he angled his hips to strike that same sweet spot inside you over and over again. every thrust sent you spiraling, overstimulated to the point all you can just do is take it and moan, not an ounce of thought but pleasure in your head.

you let out a broken moan, hands gripping at his coat helplessly as your cock twitched again.

“wait— just came—!”

“come again for me,” he hissed, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in.

and you cry—moaning, sobbing, legs trembling so hard you couldn’t keep them wrapped around him anymore. he lifted you like nothing, carrying you toward the nearest table and laying you down, never slipping out once.

“spread them,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

your thighs obeyed before your mind could catch up. he grabbed them, holding you wide open as he began fucking into you again, deeper this time—harder. you could feel it everywhere, could feel another orgasm building.

“yes,” he growled, thrusting harder. “come again. make a mess. show me how perfect this hole is for me.”

and fuck, if you could handle anaxagoras manhandling you. him talking dirty to you with that low voice of his was a breaking point.

you screamed, body seizing up as you came a second time, eyes rolling back, back arching, lips parted in silent moans as white stained your stomach and chest again. your body was sticky at this point, but he hasn't even cum yet.

your second orgasm had left your legs twitching, mouth open in a quiet moan you didn’t even realize was still spilling out. your eyes were glassy, tears clinging to your lashes, and yet he kept going. he didn't even pause. not even when your body sagged into the table like your bones had melted.

his thrusts had slowed—but only so he could savor it. savor the way your body clenched around him involuntarily. how your body trembled. how you looked so fucked out beneath him.

“you’re shaking,” he said softly, almost amused, leaning down to kiss your damp cheek. “but you’re still hard.”

you gasped—because it was true. your cock twitched against your stomach, already leaking again, the ache unbearable but so good it made your head spin. you wanted to say something—tell him to stop, or to keep going, you weren’t even sure—but all you could do was moan when he lifted your hips and drove back into you again with a slick, obscene squelch.

the table creaked. you cried out.

he angled his hips again, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your back arched off the table, your nails scratching the wood.

your mind felt hazy, muscles trembling from overstimulation, body twitching under every drag of his cock inside you. you didn’t even register how many times you moaned his name anymore—it was just breath and heat and your legs going numb.

then he pulled out.

you whined at the loss—but before you could beg, his hand slid between your thighs, two fingers pushing inside your overstimulated hole, feeling your walls.

“a-anaxa, please,” you whimpered. “just—just do it—!”

he groaned and pulled out. he pulled your hips closer, guiding himself back into you, deeper than before—so deep it made your eyes cross. your body was stretched wide, raw and perfect around him.

the pace picked up again, merciless. he used the angle to push even deeper, and you sobbed from the pleasure. your hands reached up blindly, grasping at his jacket like you’d float away if you didn’t anchor yourself to him.

"you're perfect like this," he panted, licking a tear off your cheek. “absolutely ruined.”

you barely heard him—your third orgasm already building far too fast, your vision already spotting with black, your mouth open in moans and cries as your cock throbbed with every thrust.

then he slammed in one final time—and you broke.

you came again, violently, thighs locking around him in a desperate spasm as you screamed his name, tears streaming from your eyes. you could barely breathe. you couldn’t even move.

anaxa came too—deep inside you, with a low moan that rumbled in his chest as he pressed flush against you, hips trembling, filling you with heat you could feel.

he stayed there.

panting. holding you. letting the aftershocks run through both your bodies in silence, broken only by the dripping sounds of your mixed release and the soft creaks of the library around you.

you were still clinging to his jacket. you didn’t even realize it.

“…done now?” you whispered, voice hoarse, as your hand moved near the void on his chest once again.

he chuckled softly against your ear.

"touch it again, and see what happens."

you pulled away. "i don't know... what you're talking about."

“and don’t call me anaxa.”

“your name is too long for me to moan.”

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If I have to suffer these angsty thoughts so do yall. Spoiler warning for amphoreus!! Ready? Let’s go. (This is messy forgive me).

Mydei, phainon, and male (preferably) reader in a secret polyam relationship. The other crysos heirs know about it but not the public. Reader himself is a crysos heir, one connected to prophecy. It took a long time to find someone to fill that role, and reader just so happened to be it. He didn’t have control over when he recieved prophecies, but it didn’t bother him. Most prophecies were small, revealing things that would happen in the near future instead of distant. Smaller situations rather than big.

Until it finally happened.

Reader gets a prophecy, a vision, bits and pieces. While hearing the prophecy he was also able to see glimpses of what would occur. Not uncommon, but so much worse this time. His lovers fighting side by side—a blade through Mydeis back—dead on the ground—Phainon was there—the blade used in the attack… And to top it off. Glimpses behind the flame reavers mask. It couldn’t be, could it?

During the vision he was subconsciously terrified of Phainon, not yet understand what exactly he saw. He was in pure distress, seeing one love die, possibly by the hands of the other. See you and Phainon were the only ones that knew of Mydeis weak spot. You knew that. It made the suspicion worse. But how… how could you tell them?

(So tempting to write this I’m ngl… should I?)

(edit: I am working on it right now.)

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If it's okay can I request jealous headcanons with Dr.Ratio, Moze and Boothill x male reader (before they started dating the reader)? they get jealous bc the reader and Caelus are always together, like, literally inseparable🥀 but they don't even know that Caelus and the reader are like brothers.

Hello anon!! Request complete. I was a little shocked to see Moze in the request, I feel like he doesn’t get as much attention I love him though. I did make it quite light hearted, and I also added a hint of a future relationship at the ends! I hope that’s okay. Enjoy!!

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「 JEALOUSY WITH HSR MEN 」

pairing: varitas ratio x male reader ፥ bothill x male reader ፥ moze x male reader

tags: male reader, he/him pronouns used, no agab mentioned, pre relationship, get together, jealousy, big brother caelus (let’s be honest even dan heng and march are like siblings too)

warnings: light angst/comfort, the characters do get jealous, boothill cursing, (playfully bullying Caelus trashcan habits), flirting. not proof read.

request: If it's okay can I request jealous headcanons with Dr.Ratio, Moze and Boothill x male reader (before they started dating the reader)? they get jealous bc the reader and Caelus are always together, like, literally inseparable🥀 but they don't even know that Caelus and the reader are like brothers. (original request found here.)

a/n: I’m not the biggest fan of toxic portrayals of jealousy, so my versions tend to be a lot more tame, even if it’s a little ooc. Also I’m not the best at writing dialogue for boothill and ratio, so forgive me if it’s a bit off!! I do also know caelus is more than a silly little guy, but I love that version of him so silly it is.

//varitas ratio⌇˚.༄

⮑ Varitas met Caelus first through the canon events we see in the game. He meets you during it as well as you went to the space station to see what the hell was going on. You stuck by Caelus side for most of it, defending and protecting him while you could (and vice versa). Where one was, the other was too. He found it quite annoying, especially because he couldn’t help but fall into your gravitational pull smile.

⮑ He met you again in Penacony, during the rare times you weren’t with Caelus. Even then you talked about him. He found it suspicious. No matter how smart he was, he mistook your affections towards the trash diver as romantic. It made him a bit sad, and a bit envious. He was so much smarter? He didn’t literally dive into trash cans? And he could provide you so much. He hated it. Varitas wasn’t one to have affections for people easily. Yet you wooed him. Without even trying.

⮑ He’d treat you well, telling you about books he thinks you’d like, what planets were worth traveling to, and may even buy you gifts. He’d compliment you too, which was just, woah. But with Caelus? He ignored his existence… literally. He either used the bust around him or paid him no mind. And if he did, it would be one of his usual quips, but with more bite. It was out of character for the doctor, but you missed that info. Until Himeko called it out, and you realized. He wasn’t just behaving out of character, it was straight up abnormal. He liked you. And he was jealous of Caelus. Oh no.

You put time away in your schedule to visit him at a time you knew he’d be in his office. You were terrified, you never thought Varitas would like you back. It felt like you two belonged to two different worlds.

“Y/n, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Varitas asked, his eyebrow raising as he closed his book.

“I uh, I finished the book you lent me, I came to return it.” You stated as you sat down near his desk, holding the book out.

Varitas shook his head and waved his hand. “No need, it’s yours now. Keep it, I insist.”

“But it’s yours—“ “—And it’s because of that I’m giving it to you. Now, I can tell by the look on your face that you didn’t just come here to return me my book. What’s troubling you?”

You honestly should’ve realized sooner he liked you. Anyone else he’d tell to fuck off. But with you, your troubles were his. You couldn’t help the heat that kissed your cheeks. To say it out loud to the man himself…

“Well um, there is actually.” Your fingers picked softly at the spine of the book. You didn’t want to damage it, but you couldn’t help your nervous ticks. “It’s about us actually. Or well—me and Caelus.”

You noticed a twitch of displeasure in his eyes. “Go on.” His tone got a bit colder. He didn’t think you were rejecting him did he? Shit.

“Caelus and I joined the astral express at the same time. We both went down to Belobog together with Dan Heng, we understood each other and grew close because of it.” You quickly rushed out, turning to face him better. Your tone had a hint of plea in it. “I lost all my family, and then I gained a new one. Caelus is the closest thing I’ll ever have to a brother again. He’s… he’s like a brother to me.”

You could see the process of emotions in Varitas eyes, even if he kept his face straight. “Ahhh. Brother you say?”

You nodded and stood up, making your way to his desk. “Yes, brother. He’s only ever been a brother to me. He’s not the only who’s claimed my heart.”

Varitas walked around his desk, putting the pieces together. He leaned against it, arms crossed, standing a couple of feet away. “And who might that be?”

“You doctor… it’s you. It has been for a while.”

// boothill⌇˚.༄

⮑ You both met through a radio channel around the time he spoke to black swan. He was looking for Acheron, and then you peaked his curiosity. When he showed up to Penacony, he heard your voice in the distance and knew immediately it was you. He didn’t even hesitate to approach you. It was one of the new times he saw you without Caelus by your side, as you were with March 7th. After that, the rest of the Penacony journey was spent by Caelus side, especially after Firefly was taken. Your attention mostly on the quest or him, whenever you ran into Boothill, you always gave him a smile.

⮑ He found it quite curious how you interacted with him versus the others of the astral express. With Dan Heng and Welt you were polite, when Sunday joined the express you were kind to him, but with Caelus you were chaotic. He mistook it as romantic, especially when he witnessed you two asleep laying next to each other. He didn’t know you both tried to stay up all night after a battle as a challenge and failed. The more he became convinced, the more he felt his wires overheating. He didn’t like that he felt jealous over a clearly special bond.

⮑ Boothill tried to take you away from Caelus to spend time as much as possible. Two birds with one stone. Get him out of the way, and get his alone time with you. His cursing became worse the most jealous he was, but he tried to hide it. You also became convinced there was a slight whir in his voice too. Even thought you hadn’t caught on yet why. He’d treat you to things most people didn’t know about because it was illegal. He’d help train you to fight, knowing he couldn’t always protect you, he needed to make sure when he was gone you’d be safe. For his own sake. He’d also introduce you to new foods and cultures, he loved seeing you in awe. He’d also be your biggest encouragement and supporter.

It was out on one of your journeys that things came into ahead. You took a break while at your shared hotel room, checking your phone to make sure everything was okay. You opened a message from March, she had sent a selfie of her doing a peace sign, Dan heng looking fed up, and Caelus stuck in a trash can. You couldn’t help but laugh at the silliness, no matter how common it was.

“What’s so funny?” Boothill asked, propping his feet up on the desk he was sitting at. He was currently cleaning one of his guns.

“Caelus… as per usual.” You chuckled, putting your phone on the nightstand.

Boothill stopped cleaning his gun for a few seconds, and you could swear you heard his whirring get louder. There it was, the jealousy again. By this point you figured out what he was doing. You weren’t quite sure who he was jealous over, but now you knew. You stood up and made your way over to him. You gently guided him to put the gun down.

“You know… there’s nothing to be jealous over boothill.” You said softly.

“Jealous? Who’s jealous? Not me. Not over that mother fudger.” He turned his head away.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the childish antics. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been jealous over him for a while now. Don’t try to deny it.”

Boothill huffed and took his feet off of the desk, matching your demeanor, also crossing his arms. You could’ve sworn he was also pouting. He opened his mouth and you reached out, covering his mouth.

“Nuh uh, that’s enough out of your mouth. It’s cute seeing you jealous over someone who’s like a brother to me. But that’s all he is. Someone else has my heart.” Your voice held enough confidence for him to have a bit of hope. And that was all he needed to pick himself back up.

He removed your hand and stood up. He grabbed your chin, tilting your head to get better eye level. He didn’t let go after that. Your bodies close together.

“Who is the lucky soul who managed to steal the heart of the most handsome boy in all the galaxy.” He asked in a low tone, keeping his eyes on yours.

You smiled.

“A certain galaxy ranger who just so happens to be standing in front of me.”

// moze⌇˚.༄

⮑ Moze didn’t pay attention to you the first time you both met. It wasn’t anything personal, once he assessed you weren’t a threat, and could actually help him, his attention was more on stopping Hoolay and getting Jiaoqiu back. You couldn’t blame him really, and you admired his ability to stay on track. Once things slowed down a bit he began to notice you. At first you were noted in his brain as the boy who always followed around the silver haired nameless like you were attached at the hip. Then he started to notice you. And he was pleasantly surprised when you too noticed him. When no one else could.

⮑ After being tasked with making new friends, he noticed more and more just how much time you both spent with one another. See, he found himself becoming fond of you. He didn’t take to people easily. It wasn’t personal, it was just how he was. But you? He genuinely wanted to be around you. But he kept his distance, not wanting to disturb you. Convinced that you already found your soulmate.

⮑ That being said, he did show up around you. He’d accompany you from afar when on the Xianzhou Yaoqing, keeping you safe from unassuming threats. If you noticed him you’d ask him to share a meal with him, and he’d find himself agreeing before he realized. He’d never do that to anyone else, except Jiaoqiu and Feixiao. You’d find presents on your neatly made bed (courtesy of him), or a nice cooked meal at your desk.

You and the astral express took shelter on the Xianzhou Loufu after an incident away. Multiple members of the express got injured, including Caelus, who somehow got hurt the worst. While usually it didn’t affect him, this time it did. The lady healer was tending to them. And the Yaoxing general just so happened to be visiting at the same time.

Moze kept his distance as per usual. When he wasn’t assigned to tasks from Feixiao, he was with you. What he didn’t know was she purposely let him do as he wanted because she knew about his crush on you. He was worried about you. You were clearly disturbed by what had occurred.

One of those times he found you lingering was by the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the walkway soothed your nerves. You knew he’d be okay, that everyone would be okay, but you still hadn’t quite recovered from the shock of what had occurred. He stayed back, watching you for almost an hour straight, not saying a damn thing, not making his presence known.

“I know you’re there… Moze.” You eventually said, your voice quiet. But you knew he’d be able to hear you.

Suddenly, there was a presence behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, you always felt safe when it was around. Protected.

“He’ll be okay.” Moze said, staying a few steps behind you.

“I know that I just- it really scared me. I’ve never seen him like that before… for a second I thought… I thought he was dead.” You muttered. “I can’t lose him.”

“Your boyfriend is strong. I don’t doubt he’d come out alive.”

You stammered and looked back at him a bit shocked. “Wh- my boyfriend? No no no. No Caelus is family.” You let out a nervous laugh and looked back towards the water. “He’s like a brother.”

Moze didn’t say anything. At first he stayed still like a statue, before finally sitting next to you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

You shook your head and gave a kind smile. “No I get it, we are practically inseparable. Looking in, I guess it’s not easy to tell. But no, he’s not the one I fancy.”

“So you do… fancy someone.” He hesitantly asked, looking ahead at the water.

Despite your sadness, you couldn’t help but softly laugh. For someone so perceptive, he was a little slow on the uptake. You always left him goodies, knowing when he’d be visiting or cleaning up after you. Things that reminded you of him, your own cooked meals, bandages so he can change his old ones out. You guess your reciprocation went unnoticed.

“You silly. All those times I left things for you in return, was me reciprocating your affection. You’re the one I fancy.”

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hiiii,, i was wondering if i could request a sfw B, C, F, S, & V for Sephiroth and Vincent Valentine ? Tysm if you decide to go through with it !! <3

Hi hi!! I did two separate posts for them because it was more comfortable for me. Fear not though, both will be linked!! I also didn’t know if you want pre or post insane Sephiroth so I tried to include both. Tysm for requesting!!! I was freaking out happy to have my first ffvii request. Enjoy anon!!

Vincent’s post: https://www.tumblr.com/locketsvault/792182756267491328/vincent-valentine-a-z-headcanons-i-pairing

Sephiroth’s post: https://www.tumblr.com/locketsvault/792183018766974976/sephiroth-a-z-headcanons-i-pairing-sephiroth

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「 SEPHIROTH A-Z HEADCANONS I 」

pairing: sephiroth x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab/pronouns used

warnings: mentions of canon violence, mental health, jenova (yes she counts as a warning), cursing, mentions of intimacy (f), unhealthy relationship themes (im sorry but there’s no way it’ll be healthy), imperfect grammar

request: hiiii,, i was wondering if i could request a sfw B, C, F, S, & V for Sephiroth and Vincent Valentine ? Tysm if you decide to go through with it !! <3

a/n: awooga, bc sephiroth changes depending on the media… i decided to do these answers to each one I’m familiar with lmao. overkill? maybe. but it really changes depending on the media I swear. also, here is vincents! I split them up to different posts.

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// sfw alphabet ⌇˚.༄

B - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? where does the friendship start?)

⮑ With pre/during crisis core era, back before shit hit the fan, he was very reserved. Both by design and also because he’s an introvert, he’s naturally alone. You’d have to be working with Shinra or close to him to even have a chance at interacting with him enough to become friends. So that’s exactly how you two met. You were working with him—and honestly couldn’t care less about his status. He noticed, and found comfort in the fact that you seemed to enjoy his company as he was, not his status.

⮑ He started requesting to have you on his team, go find your tent after time in the battlefield, or even eat in the cafeteria with you. He also dragged you along to hang out with Angeal and Genesis. You would watch them bicker and practice together and even sometimes join in. Finding time to hang out with him was a bit hard due to the leash on him, but you both did your best. He was a good friend, he’d always listen to your worries and give you a safe space. A bit awkward, but he tried.

⮑ Post crisis core well… that’s a whole other vibe. Becoming friends with him while he’s on his whole “destroying the world” would be near impossible, so for the sake of this and my sanity, we’re going with you were already friends before he went mad. That being said, he wouldn’t kill you? His love for you is strong enough to not want to hurt you directly, at least in the beginning. He leaves you alone and may even protect you from Hojo or Shrina if need be. He isn’t a good friend, but what’s left of his mind, that feels strongly for you.

C - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

⮑ So uh… in case it wasn’t obvious, our poor boy grew up in a lab. With no affection. He wouldn’t even originally know what cuddling is. It’s a whole new territory for him. At first I don’t think he would enjoy it, it’s too weak for him. It’s dangerous. But he craved it soooo much. Once that wall was broken down, he thoroughly enjoyed it.

⮑ Pre/during crisis core, he feels comforted by your cuddles. A rough mission, was just experimented on, or simply because he wants to be with you. His favorite positions vary on who’s the more dominant personality and his vulnerable he’s feeling. I don’t think he likes his hair messed with (he’d get yelled at a lot if it got tangled), but he loves to lay in your lap and have your fingers run through his hair. He likes having you on top of him! When you sleep on top of his chest he feels so warm.

⮑ Post crisis core, his cuddling becomes more possessive than anything. You’re not allowed to leave him. He’s terrified you will. Plus, if you’ve stuck around this long, Jenova clearly likes you, she won’t want you to go either. He’s less cuddly, he’s less himself. But he still could.

F - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? do they wanna get married?)

⮑ Sephiroth has a warped perception of commitment and marriage. You can’t change my mind on that. Now of course he didn’t know who his parents were, and when he found out about Jenova, I don’t think he ever found out about Lucrecia and Hojo being his biological parents, or their marital issues. He learns on his surroundings, how people treat each other in relationships, or in books and media. Don’t get me started on how Genesis preaching about loveless got to him in the beginning…

⮑ Pre/during crisis core—once he understands commitment and marriage—I honestly believe his heart craves for it. Love, belonging, a home. He is committed to you and only you, he cannot find it in his heart to love someone else the way he loves you. I don’t see him as someone who’d even sleep around. Love and intimacy are interlinked. Only an overpowered alien has the power to break that dammit Jenova. If he has the freedom and choice, if he believes it’s safe for you, he would love to marry you. He wishes he could separate from Shinra and settle down with you.

⮑ Post crisis core is uh… I’m not gonna sugar coat it this man is toxic. His is committed to Jenova and his beliefs first and foremost. And if you benefit it—or at the least— don’t interfere with it, then he will keep you around. He has no interest in being in a relationship with anyone else. See, the problem isn’t him leaving you. It’s never letting you leave. The idea of you two getting married is fucked. That’s something humans do, you both are above that. And marriages don’t make things permanent.

S - security (how protective are they?)

⮑ Hah… he was raised to be the perfect soldier, overprotective and then some. Both versions in a different way. See, I’m a firm believer that had Sephiroth been given the chance, he’d be very kind and caring towards those around him. He is capable of it. Being protective I believe can come naturally to him. But that’s in another life. In this one, it was drilled into the deepest parts of him. It’s a second instinct. He doesn’t have much of a say in that.

⮑ Pre/during crisis core he is a gentleman with how protective he is. His very presence demands respect and he knows it. He usually doesn’t have to lift a finger to protect you. Unless it against monsters and such, then he won’t hesitate to cut them down. And if I a fool ignores the warnings? He’ll cut them down too. At least this version, will give them a chance to live. Especially if you ask him to make sure they don’t die.

⮑ Post crisis core. His protectiveness is more so possessiveness. No one is allowed to touch what is his. There is no patience, there is no compromise. If someone so much as looks at you funny… and help the poor souls who day try something, he will tear them to pieces.

V - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

⮑ Most of his vanity is not his say or control. It’s the lab or those in control of media. Everything about him was heavily inspected. The only say he he really had I believe, is letting his hair grow out. And even that he was monitored and scolded for if he didn’t do it right. If he’s concerned with his looks, it’s because of how he was raised, the indoctrination and trauma drilled into him.

⮑ Post crisis core, I think those parts of him are still there. Vanity, cleanliness, control. Especially control… he doesn’t care for how he looks. But it’s not one of his main concerns.

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「 VINCENT VALENTINE A-Z HEADCANONS I 」

pairing: vincent valentine x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab/pronouns used

warnings: canon traumatic events mentioned, mental health, suicide lightly mentioned (not literally just to refer to his behavior towards himself), past abusive relationships mentioned, imperfect grammar

request: hiiii,, i was wondering if i could request a sfw B, C, F, S, & V for Sephiroth and Vincent Valentine ? Tysm if you decide to go through with it !! <3

a/n: it’s my boy it’s my boy!!! ahem, hes my fave in ffvii im really ecstatic to see someone request him. here is sephiroths!! I split the posts up.

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// sfw alphabet ⌇˚.༄

B - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? where does the friendship start?)

⮑ The friendship starts with Vincent once he joined Clouds little group. Of course the two of you met at the mansion, however during that time he was… more hostile. You found yourself not minding when he joined the group. In fact, you were quite intrigued by him. You’d stick by his side throughout your time together. Quiet, reassuring, patient. You helped him understand the world as it has become.

⮑ He grew a soft spot for you pretty quickly as you were probably his favorite in the group. And he couldn’t help but be protective over you, especially in battle. You both would get paired up together to share a room—or even split off to go fight since your styles worked well with one another. All of that time slowly started growing a special friendship. He slowly started opening up to you, and vice versa.

⮑ As I just said above, he’s protective. It doesn’t matter your gender or personality, it’s in his very bones to protect. He will actually stay awake with you, and is the perfect friend for a yapper/listener dynamic. He will listen to you talk for hours and even give you feedback. He truly believes in you and your capabilities. He’s always comforting you and hyping you up. Not many words, but heavy weight to them.

C - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

⮑ Please cuddle him. He needs it. Like- really needs it. Even before Cerberus was placed inside of him, I do believe he was a cuddly guy. After Cerberus? I think he craves it even more. It’s both him and the beast inside him that craves to be touched. One of the biggest ways to calm him (or them both) down is to cuddle him. Whether that’s you holding him or him holding you. He thrives off of it, even if he refuses to admit it. Also, cuddles with him when he’s wearing his usual clothes are… interesting to say the least. And painful. Lots of buckles… that aside.

⮑ In a more dominant role, he definitely loves spooning. Pressing your back into his chest, protecting you, holding you close, hiding his face in your neck. He also loves having you lay against him while in between his legs, your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. He also doesn’t mind when you’re laying on top of him in his coffin. He will have his gauntlet arm wrapped around you.

⮑ In a more submissive role, I would say you holding him to your chest. Whether that’s him laying fully on top of you—or you both in your sides facing each other, legs intertwined. He finds comfort in hearing your heart beat and the way you’ll cradle his head. Sometimes he will allow himself the luxury of laying on top of you in the coffin, his face tucked into your neck.

F - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? do they wanna get married?)

⮑ Yes. The answer is yes. We see how he interacts with Lucrecia when he was younger. Commitment and marriage is something he takes seriously. When he was younger, he used to dream of it often. After his heartbreak with Lucrecia, he tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t help it. And after meeting you, all those feelings came back. Imo, he’s the kind of person to only truly love one person at a time, and whoever he loves he puts all of his time and attention into. Once entering a relationship, he takes commitment very seriously. Never cheating, never even thinking that’s an option. It’s just you.

⮑ He does want to marry you once your quest is completed. He wants to start a family with you, settle down, and have a second chance at love. It takes him a while to heal and be ready, but he knows deep down that’s what he wants. It doesn’t matter what role you play in your relationship, he will be the one to propose to you. It was be private, beautiful; everything the two of you will ever need.

S - security (how protective are they?)

⮑ I mentioned in both “B” and “C” that this man is very protective, so I won’t go much into it. Your safety is his top priority especially out in missions. Even the beast inside of him is protective over you. They can and will get violent to anyone who dares to harm you. They are respectful about it though, if you tell them you wish for them to stop, they’ll obey. Even if it hurts them. Most of the time, Vincent can’t help it when it slips out every now and then. Instead he uses his intense gaze and body language to his advantage, warning anyone bad away from you.

V - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

⮑ Have y’all seen this man’s cape? How messy his hair is? He could care less. Especially pre relationship, he genuinely couldn’t care. After getting with you it does change a little. He will keep up more with making sure his clothes are properly washed and taken care of—and will try not to get them damaged as much. The less care free and suicidal attitude he has, the more he cares about the little things. He even may brush his hair or trim it.

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Thank you all for your support, especially those who are able to reblog, I greatly appreciate it!! It encourages me to keep writing. 🥺🖤

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Hii!:D I’m a huge Takizawa Seidou fan and I was so happy to see somebody wrote for him lately, I loved your relationship headcanons🥹.

Could I request some headcanons/scenario with a gn!reader? Like something silly and fluffy (he deserves it😭). And reader was his simp since day one (his investigator days). Like that type of dynamic with a super flirty reader and Seidou just trying to brush it off and pretend he is not affected nor interested but boy he is. And reader acts the same even when he is a ghoul which does bring some nostalgia into his heart as he finds himself react the same way he did in the past. Bringing out the bickering and flustered Seidou. And reader is straight up a stupid hopeless simp for example, Seidou could almost tear a man with his own hands and reader is standing there, arms crossed, a smug grin: “I’m waiting for my turn*wink*”

Oh my this took so long I’m really sorry. I had a blast writing this. I’m not the best at writing charismatic characters and this turned out more angsty than I meant but!! Your request is done. I hope it is to your liking, feel free to ask for more. Every day I find myself adoring Takizawa more and more.

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「 TAKIZAWA WITH INVESTIGATOR S/O 」

pairing: seidō takizawa x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, first person, no pronouns/afab gender used, human reader, investigator reader, investigator takizawa, ghoul takizawa, getting together

warnings: canon angst, fluff, angst with a happy ending, sexual innuendos and comments, making out, more angst than fluff (I’m sorry but this is after all a tragic ass character and story). not proof read.

request: Hii!:D I’m a huge Takizawa Seidou fan and I was so happy to see somebody wrote for him lately, I loved your relationship headcanons🥹. Could I request some headcanons/scenario with a gn!reader? Like something silly and fluffy (he deserves it😭). And reader was his simp since day one (his investigator days). Like that type of dynamic with a super flirty reader and Seidou just trying to brush it off and pretend he is not affected nor interested but boy he is. And reader acts the same even when he is a ghoul which does bring some nostalgia into his heart as he finds himself react the same way he did in the past. Bringing out the bickering and flustered Seidou. And reader is straight up a stupid hopeless simp for example, Seidou could almost tear a man with his own hands and reader is standing there, arms crossed, a smug grin: “I’m waiting for my turn*wink*”. Forgot to mention, reader is part of CCG😭. (Nah cuz why reader is out there flirting with the enemy, they are about to lose their mdf job. Down so bad about to get my ass unemployed). (original request found here.)

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a/n: foaming at the mouth over this request yall have no idea. also same anon same… my ass would be unemployed for him too lmao. this will be split format between headcanons and scenarios. (I made this way more angsty than I meant to in so sorry). (I also didn’t know how to end it without dragging it out further oops).

The first time you two met was during your academy days. You two sat on different sides of the classroom, but it’s safe to say you were always intrigued by Takigawa. He was a hard ass, strict on himself and others, obsessed with being the top of his class and always right. You wondered why someone so handsome was in the academy. From first glance you could tell there was something more to him than what meets the eyes.

He didn’t notice you, not at first. He was too focused on his own work. But he couldn’t avoid your quips for long could he? He was thrown off guard the first time you called him “pretty boy” while working on an assignment together. He told weakly told you to stop, puffing up his chest to seem in control. His ears were pink.

You two saw each other every now and then during the academy, it was rare you two were paired together. You made sure every interaction you both had you could flirt with him though. It was a breath of fresh air all things considered.

One of those times you saw him aggressively scribbling away at a document, his shoulders tense. He was upset. You walked over and stood behind him, he didn’t even seem to notice you were there.

“Careful there pretty boy,” you leaned down close to his ear, “that pencil is gonna break on ya.”

And it did. The pure panic caused the tip of his pencil to snap off. He sent you a harsh glare, but the unmistaken twinge of pink was unmistakeable.

“Look what you’ve done!” He yelped, turning to face you.

You threw your head back in a hearty laugh, finding the situation amusing. It was easy to rile him up. What you didn’t notice though, was that despite his anger and flustered expression, his shoulders relaxed.

Those kinds of interactions only got worse from there. He both dreaded and looked forward to running into you. You somehow made this job feel a little easier.

You got bolder with your quips, saying the most audacious things, even in front of your peers. He’d lose it every time, but you knew if he really didn’t like it, he’d shut it down.

During one of his teams practice runs, a ghoul killed his teammate, and he was helpless to do anything. It tore him apart, grief and anger and self hatred. You noticed it immediately. You walked over with an umbrella and sat next to him, covering both of you from the freezing cold rain.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped, hugging his shivering body.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, staring ahead. “When I need a pick me up, I just think of your laugh and it makes me smile.”

He sighed. “Don’t ever think before you speak?”

“I don’t really think very long, or at all, but when I do, it tends to be you.”

Takizawa scoffed, moving to get up. You quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him back over to you. He didn’t stop you. At first you thought you crossed a line, that you upset him. Then you realized by the tears in his eyes, he was vulnerable and didn’t want you to see.

Despite being soaked already from the rain, you adjust your sitting position and made him lay his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond, and a part of you wondered if he was shaking because of the cold of because of his emotions. You didn’t say anything else, and just sat with him.

Before either of you knew it, you both graduated the academy and became investigators. Takizawa was salty that he wasn’t top of his class, made more interesting for you since you were friends with Akira. Oops?

And you swear you didn’t plan this, but lo and behold, your desks were right next to each other. The biggest win in your mind. You’d get to see his pretty face every day. And while he couldn’t admit it, it was comforting to know a familiar face every day. He was glad you both succeeded together.

You watched him mask around all of your co workers, trying to fit in, trying to prove himself. You often teased him for it. You knew he meant well, but it was both sad and endearing watching him try so hard. He was like a little puppy.

One of the times he walked into the office he could feel your eyes on him the entire time.

“What are you looking at?” He’d grumble.

“I wish I was your mirror, so that I could look at you every morning.” You pouted out, his eyes widening slightly before he glared at you.

“Really y/n, we’re in a professional setting. You need to act like it.” He’d hiss out, noticing your superiors about to walk by.

“Aww but I’m being serious, to be greeted by your handsome face first thing in the morning. Or maybe other things…”

Takizawa quickly stood up, startled, catching the attention of a few of your coworkers. You had to stifle your laughter, especially as he played it off to your superiors once they passed by. They praised Takizawa for the report he turned in, the boy couldn’t be more flustered in that moment.

You relished in making him squirm. Your flirtation started turning a bit more inappropriate as time went on. He never flirted back, always scolding you, but you knew what his scoldings were. You’ve seen him interact with others. It was his own way of flirting back.

You started leaving little notes in his desk. Flirtatious, pick up lines, and worst of them all—sexual innuendoes. “Last night was a lot of fun ;)” oh he was turning red. His co workers could see it! His bosses! And nothing happened!

One time a messenger boy named Hide saw… Poor Takizawa had to tell him it was your way of pranking him, all panicked and red. You were doubled over in laughter. You knew Hide wouldn’t care, the boy was too chill for his own good.

Then the owl suppression operation rolled around. Takizawa played it co, but you could tell by the look in his eyes he was terrified. You were too. You both had been assigned to different squads, and it was the last time you’d see each other again.

You both were sitting on a park bench outside a convenience store, neither of you could sleep. So you decided to grab a snack and keep each other company.

“You know… I really like our friendship, especially when we decide to make out.” You muttered, glancing over at him.

His eyebrows furrowed and he groaned. “Y/n we have never—“

You grabbed his color and pushed your lips onto his. He let out a startled sound and gripped your shoulders. You pulled away and looked at him, letting out a soft laugh.

“What’s the matter pretty boy? Cat got your tongue?”

His cheeks were heating up by the second as he looked away. “Can you… do that again?”

You smiled, genuinely, and pulled him into another kiss, this time gentler. He reciprocated the kiss. And you spent the next couple of minutes kissing slowly, taking in the feeling of each others lips. Eventually you both pulled away to catch your breath.

“We will find each other afterwards right? You won’t die on me?” He asked in a shaky voice.

Except you didn’t. Takizawa hasn’t been heard from and was reported MIA. You ran through the streets of the twentieth ward screaming your name. Despite the withdraw order that had been sent out thirty minutes ago, you refused to leave. You ran all over the destroyed ward, he was no where to be found.

No one really had the heart to stop you. They all knew about your feelings for him and what kind of relationship you two had. You loved him, that much was clear. They’d have to drag you away kicking and screaming. Plus, most people were paying too much attention to the fact that Amon was gone too. And the fact they caught the one eyed ghoul.

The ccg felt so cold without him. He had a broken hole in your chest, which you eventually haphazardly pieced together with the thoughts of revenge against the ghouls that killed him.

You found some relief in the friends you made. In Akira, and strangely enough, Haise. He helped you slowly mend your broken heart, becoming a closer friend to you than Akira. You even became a mentor for the quinx squad.

When it came time for the auction, you made sure you’d be assigned inside the building, as close to the quinx squad as possible. It was both a blessing and a curse. Things were violent and tragic, multiple ss rated and ss+ rated ghouls. And they of course wreaked havoc.

In the distance you could hear a maniacal laughter, followed by a somewhat familiar voice. Could it be? You followed the sounds, and saw a streak of black and white killing multiple investigators. You gripped your quinque, ready to attack at any moment. And then you saw his face.

It was Takizawa. But it wasn’t? He looked so different now. And he was a ghoul?

You stood by as you watched him kill another investigator, tearing her heart out, his back facing you. You left out a shaky breath, taking a step forward.

“That scent…” he muttered, tilting his head manically to the side, before rolling it back.

“If you’re going to tear someone’s heart out and eat it, shouldn’t it be mine?”

This was the first time Takizawa ever heard your voice sound a bit uncertain. His heart ached hearing your voice again. He missed it so much. He tried desperately to cling to it while he was tortured, but eventually he lost it. It was so gentle compared to the voices he grew accustomed to.

His face and hands were drenched in blood, a single ghoul eye visible, the other looking normal. How could that be? Was he just like the one eyed ghoul? But you swore he was human.

Before you could register it, Takizawa was standing in front of you, his head tucked into your neck. He was sniffing you, a little aggressively actually. You reached up with your feee hand and gripped his coat at his back. he stepped closer, pressing harder into your neck. Your instincts said to rub, you were being hunted. But it was Takizawa. You felt some nips, and blood drew.

He growled and shoved you away, you nearly fell over at the force. “Stay away from me! Stay away stay away far away.”

He ran away, his words mixing with bits of laughter. You didn’t understand at first. Not until you looked at your dead comrades. He did all of that, he was trying to eat all of them. Did he not have control?

When Akira protected Takizawa and got injured you insisted on going back with her, not wanting to leave her side. Or Takizawa, who you realized was starting to have a break in reality. You returned with Amon, finding Takizawa hadn’t left her side.

You kept your distance at first, not sure if your scent would overwhelm him too much. You didn’t understand what had happened to him of if he even had control. Amon took notice though, and sat you down to explain it all. He told you his own personal experiences, what likely happened to Takizawa, how his psyche took a hard hit from it all. That he was different, not the Takizawa you both knew.

You couldn’t help but still love him though. You knew deep down, it was your Takizawa.

You stood outside his door, waiting for him to come out. You didn’t know exactly what you were going to say, but you had a vague idea. You knew when the moment was right you’d figure it out. Which was true. Takizawa was aware you were there, he could hear your heartbeat from the other side of the door. He opened the door, his eyes immediately on you.

You smiled softly, leaning on the wall with your arms crossed. You pushed off of it and made your way over to him. “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

Even as a ghoul Takizawa was still getting flustered by your words. He groaned and gripped your arm, dragging you into his room before closing the door.

“You know the others can hear you right? Ghoul hearing.” He pointed out, his body language a bit dramatic.

You found the irony funny, a simple door wasn’t going to stop them from hearing, you both knew that. You shrugged, taking in his appearance. He’s definitely seen better days, he looked skinny and unwell. The color of his hair and skin unnatural, no doubt from the experiments. You tried to hide your hurt, but you were sure your scent turned bitter.

“Well then you should’ve given me that kiss Takizawa.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Awww yes poor baby is absolutely suff—“

Before you could finish your teasing, instead of hiding his reactions like he usually does, you found yourself pressed against the wall, a hand on your neck, and lips on yours. Familiar. Yet different. He wasn’t choking you, his hand was just— there. He didn’t even push you into the wall hard. He was trying to be as gentle as possible.

Unlike the last time you two kissed, he was messy and heavy with it. He was desperate, so obviously desperate. You wondered if he was afraid this wasn’t real, or that you would leave him.

Wrapping your arms around him the best you could, you gently tugged him closer, deepening the kiss. They stayed like that for a while. It switched between deep and passionate and gentle and slow. It stayed messy, Takizawa obviously fighting himself internally.

“Don’t leave me again, I can’t lose you.” You muttered against his lips, opening your eyes to look into his.

He pulled away with a scowl. “I’m a ghoul now can’t you see? I’m not me either.” He bled his fingers to his head like a gun as his kagune came out. “I am nothing but death. I can barely stop myself from eating you.”

You carefully walked over, cupping his cheek. You smiled softly. No jokes, just words from your heart. “You’re Takizawa. You’re my Takizawa. Sure some things are different, but you’re still you. My beautiful talented and intelligent boy.” You pulled his forehead down to yours, not breaking eye contact. “I don’t care what you are, or what you’ve done. I just want you.”

He stared at you like you were the lunatic in the room, before he grinned widely and let out a dry laugh. “You’re insane.”

“As they say, birds of a feather should flock together. Or whatever.” You laughed, noticing his kagune slowly disappearing back into his body.

He placed his hands on your hips before picking you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso. It was awkward, but he had the strength to hold you. He laid you down in his bed, before joining you. There was something sweet and innocent with how he laid his head over your rib cage. You ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed in content, letting out N occasional laugh.

“You should come live in my heart, it’s rent free you know.”

“Aren’t I already?” He asked, it was the first time he truly entertained your comments.

You smiled again, shaking your head. “Officially, I want you to live there and never move out. It was built just for you.”

He looked up at you grinning. “As long as you’re all mine.”

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It makes me sad there aren’t that many works regarding a disabled reader. I want to see more with reader using mobility aids or an offhand comment about reader needing to down salt or some shit. Fainting trope but like- it’s straight up medical. I crave it. 😔