Do you think MOB's ex would ever come looking for her one day?
mail-order bride
simon opens the door for you, taking your hand as you get out of his truck. you brush off the front of your jeans, smiling as you step around him and onto the sidewalk.
"said an hour or so?" simon mutters, shutting the door behind you. you nod, looking around at the shops.
"yeah, i just need some things, but i also wanna look around. maybe get some books or something...i don't know."
simon shrugs, flipping his hood up over his head. he bends to give you a kiss over the mask, and you thumb at his jaw gently.
"i'll pick ya up 'ere in an hour then," simon murmurs. "call me if ya need somethin', love. and if yer not back 'ere in an hour and ya haven't texted me, i'll come lookin' for ya."
you giggle, "i know, simon. i'll see you."
he smiles under the mask, you can tell by the way it moves and the way his eyes crinkle a little. you lean up and give him another kiss over the mask before making your way down the main road, stepping into a boutique to look for some new clothes. you wave at simon as he passes by, and he salutes you before driving off.
you love spending time in town. you love visiting the shops, getting pastries, having some tea by the bookstore and buying little trinkets from the antique shop. simon likes the cheese shop. they sell some of his favorite french cheese, and they have wonderful wines that they pair with it that you love drinking together for dinner. you pick up a bottle along with some cheeses and bread, and just as you leave the shop, you bump right into a solid back, dropping one of your bags and nearly tripping into the road.
"oh, fucking hell!"
you gasp, clutching the rest of your bags to yourself. the man turns around, glaring at you, and you feel sick.
what the fuck is he doing here?
"oh well...isn't this a wonderful surprise?" he snorts. you pick up your fallen bag and straighten up, stepping back to create distance between you.
"hi..." you clear your throat. "i...i'm meeting someone, i have to go--"
"oh, where are you going?"
he blocks you from stepping around him. you meet his eyes, taking a deep breath. he always liked being able to control every aspect of you, from where you stood to what you did that day. your skittishness...your apprehensiveness...it's ingrained in you from your time with him. it's hard to explain being afraid of someone who never even really touched you, but you left before you thought it could get that far.
"that's really none of your business," you say softly. "excuse me."
he sidesteps again when you do, and this time you frown.
"you..." you glare at him. "...need to get out of my way."
he grins, a humorless laugh coming out of him. you don't like the way he's standing there, and you don't like how calm he is.
"oh, i didn't realize little kitty had grown some claws."
maybe you have. you've started to shed your scared exterior, mostly because there is someone behind you now, someone bound to you, supportive enough to make you more confident, braver, stronger. you stand a little taller, clenching your jaw, and you close the distance, stepping closer, and you cant your chin up so you can look at him hard.
"i don't know what you're doing here," you say lowly, "but you need to get the fuck out of my way, or you're going to have some other problems that you certainly can't handle."
he raises a hand, about to touch the lapel of your jacket. you grip his wrist, holding him there, and you tilt your head to the side.
"and if you touch me, you'll be sorry for it. now step aside, asshole, or i will make it a very hard day for you."
"c'mon," he chuckles. "let's go get a drink. there's a pub just down that way--"
"what part of no, and get out of my way, makes you think i wanna have a drink with you?" you scoff. "are you serious? are you that stupid that you think--"
"you listen here," he snaps, pointing his finger, getting in your face. "it's not my fault that you're--"
you step backwards when a big hand comes around you, snatching his wrist and yanking his finger out of your face. you look to your side to see simon standing there, shuffling in front of you, putting himself between you.
"now, i don't much care for interrupting, but you've got y'r fuckin' finger in my wife's face, and i'd like to know why."
you take a glance at your watch, and you realize it's past the time simon said he would pick you up. you sigh, reaching up and sliding your hand up simon's arm, and he lets go.
"it's fine," you tell him. "he was just on his way out."
he's shaking. stumbling backwards, clutching his wrist, glancing between you two. simon holds his hand out finally, beckoning him.
"your wallet."
"w-what?"
"give me y'r bloody wallet," simon snaps.
"simon--" you try, but he clicks his tongue as he snatches the wallet from him, shuffling an ID card out before reading his name out loud, and his address. simon chuckles darkly, cracking his neck before tossing the wallet at his chest.
"i know y'r name," simon murmurs. "and i know where ya put y'r head at night. where ya piss. where ya change y'r clothes. if i ever see ya talk to my wife again...if i even see ya walk down the same fuckin' road as 'er, i'll come and visit you. and we'll 'ave a chat."
"r-right, i--" he stuffs his wallet into his pocket before leaving, hurrying down the road. he doesn't even look back, doesn't look behind him. when simon turns around, you can tell just by looking into his eyes that he's angry.
he reaches over and takes the shopping bags from you, holding them in his sweaty fists as he nods his head towards his truck down the road.
"let's go," he snaps, and you hurry to follow him, reaching for his bicep. you hold onto it gently, stopping him, tugging him towards you as you block him by stepping in front of him.
"simon," you look up at him. "hey--"
"who was tha'?" he asks.
"a terrible nobody," you say softly. "one that i would rather forget."
"i--"
"thank you," you interrupt him gently. "for standing up for me. thank you...thank you for always believing me. for supporting me. for always showing up when it matters, thank you..."
simon bends, leaning his forehead against yours, and he breathes in shakily.
"your pain is mine," simon mutters. "your...discomfort is my discomfort, your joy is my joy."
you both close your eyes, smiling, and he hums when he feels another kiss, soft, the lightest press against his mouth that he feels ten times stronger than normal.
"i love you, simon," you whisper. you hear the bags drop onto the floor, and then two big hands cup your face, leaning it back, and he stares down at you almost painfully. it feels like you aren't real. he feels like it must be a dream, like this can't be his reality.
"i love you more, baby."
but when simon opens his eyes, you're still there.
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Ruined!
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.
Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.
Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse
Surely he was hurting you now.
Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.
At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.
He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.
Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:
“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”
Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.
Crying, too.
Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.
“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”
Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.
Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.
Almost.
He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.
Almost.
“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”
And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.
“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.
Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.
Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.
He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.
“SON OF A—”
“—good girl.”
You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.
“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.
“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.
“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”
Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.
“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.
Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,
“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”
You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.
“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”
Probably forever.
“Good.”
You knew he liked it that way.
You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.
First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.
“Shit,” you whimpered.
Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.
“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.
Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.
“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.
His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.
And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.
“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”
It was.
More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.
He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’
Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Summary: How the act when they're jealous
Characters: All (-Ortho)
A/N: Something something Floyd <3
Riddle Rosehearts:
He’s ashamed about it
He knows that being jealous is toxic and he hates that he’s feeling that, so he ignores it
He pretends he’s not jealous and hopes it just goes away, and yet… it hasn’t
He knows you’re dating him and he has nothing to worry about. But the way that guy is being so touchy and getting so close to you… it makes him want to collar the guy right then and there
He doesn’t because that would be unreasonable, but he does decide that he needs to talk to you. If ignoring it won’t work, then he’ll just have to face it and talk to you about it.
So, he walks over and asks to talk with you privately
“I don’t like how friendly that guy was with you. I know you love me, but I’m jealous. It’s silly and childish and I’m sorry that you have to deal with me being like this. I tried to ignore it, but it got worse, so I thought telling you about it would help. And again, I’m sorry.”
He’s so sincerely apologetic about it
Because he doesn’t want you to feel bad or feel like you have to stop being friends with that guy just because he’s jealous
Just tell him that it’s okay and remind him that you love him and only him
And a date would help too. Maybe a private tea party in the rose gardens
Trey Clover:
He doesn’t get jealous easily. He’s so confident in his relationship that “what if…” thoughts of you cheating or leaving him hasn’t once crossed his mind, BUT…
There is a line that shouldn’t be crossed
This guy acts so casual and nice around you, and he’s happy about it and he wished it stopped there
But then the next day, the guys is standing closer, being more touchy, and his voice sounds more flirtatious
Trey knows you don’t hear how he’s speaking, because if you did you would’ve moved away or told him you were taken or something. But you just kept talking to him with a smile
So, Trey walks over to shut this guy down before he takes it too far
“Hey. So sorry to interrupt, but they’re taken. I’m Trey, Y/N’s boyfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He’s so polite that you can’t tell he’s even jealous
He lets you finish your conversation with him, but he stays there with you to make sure he doesn’t do or say anything
And the next day, he keeps you all to himself
He takes you out to eat, shows you around Sage’s island, bakes with you (or talks to you while you watch him bake) and then invites you to stay over and watch a couple movies of your choice before falling asleep in each others arms
Nobody could even tell he’s jealous
Cater Diamond:
So pouty
He gets jealous and walks around with a pout on his face
He doesn’t even check Magicam!
It’s not hard for him to get jealous either
You smile at someone for a bit longer than usual? He’s jealous. You let someone stand a little too close? He’s jealous. You agree to hang out with them one-on-one? He’s jealous.
He doesn’t like being jealous, and he tries to hide how often he gets jealous. Usually it works. He just takes a few days to think it over and then he’s perfectly fine.
But, sometimes it becomes unavoidable and he can’t hide it. And at those times, he invites you to his room so he can talk to you
“That guy you studied with yesterday was being pretty buddy-buddy with you. Almost like you’re a couple. But, last time I checked, we were dating. And I don’t think our relationship is open right now. Wanna explain yourself?”
He doesn’t realize how accusatory he sounds
It’s like he’s interrogating you and doesn’t realize it
And he does feel bad when he realize how he sounds, because he knows it’s not your fault
He apologizes for being so accusatory and asks you to have a study date with him later that day
You get to his room after class and he’s n set up for something that isn’t a study date
His LEDs (He has LEDs because I said so) are on a nice pinkish color, the room smells like cherry blossoms and he has a little dinner for two set up on his desk with an extra chair that he borrowed from Trey’s room. And before you go back to your dorm, he gives you a bouquet of roses
Ace Trappola:
Believe it or not, he doesn’t get jealous that often
But when he is, he doesn’t waste any time
Some guy thinks he can just put his hand on your arm, and stand so close, and tell you that he’s always free if you want to “hang out”? Hell no
He’s immediately baring his teeth like a lion
Not literally, but you could definitely tell he’s jealous with one look
He just walks over to you and forces this guy to back off. And if the other guy doesn’t back down, he’s not afraid to fight him
“Hey. Back off! For your information, they’re my partner. MY partner! Not yours. Why don’t you back up and keep your dirty little hands off of them. Wouldn’t want them to catch whatever creep disease you have. Hey, babe, let’s go. I want to make you dinner tonight.”
He gets you out of there as fast he can
He also doesn’t straight up tell you not to talk to that guys (especially if he’s your friend) but he does say “that guy makes me uncomfortable”
And he takes you back to his dorm and makes you dinner (Riddle and Trey have to step in because he almost ruins it. He tried and that’s what matters)
He also ask you to stay the night just for his peace of mind
Deuce Spade:
Immediately feels guilty. Especially because his first instinct is to go over there and punch the guy that’s standing too close and getting too touchy
You don’t even know that he’s jealous, because he never tells you
There are signs though
He’s hanging around you more often, getting more touchy, saying “I love you” more often, but other than that you wouldn’t know
He talks to one person about it and that's Jack
He ask Jack for advice on being and jealous and Jack gives pretty solid advice
The only way you’ll actually get him to admit he’s jealous is if you ask him
“Oh… Is it obvious? Sorry, I didn’t want to say anything in case you thought you did something wrong or anything. I was trying to hide it so it didn’t affect you. Am I being too overbearing? I’m sorry, I’ll try to tone it down.”
Please reassure him that he isn’t being overbearing and that you just want to make sure that he knows you love him
He tells you that he’ll work on not being jealous and even ask if you can help since he’s never seen you jealous
He wants to be better for you ♡
Very protective
Leona Kingscholar:
You’re his herbivore, not anyone else's
Someone gets too touchy or too friendly, he will get so protective
God forbid it’s a Savanaclaw student, he will make their life a living hell
He’s also not afraid to approach you two while you’re talking and telling him off
Doesn’t he know who this herbivore belongs to?
“Hey! This herbivore is taken. I’ve made that very obvious. And even if they weren’t, what makes you think they’d like someone like you? There’s a reason you’re single. How about you stop creeping on people and do something productive? Herbivore, you want me to teach this guy a lesson?”
Will actually beat the guy up if you want him to
He’ll also immediately take you to his room to cuddle
Also encourages you to tell off anyone else who acts that way
And if he does catch you telling off a creep, he gets so proud
“That’s my herbivore.”
Ruggie Bucchi:
Doesn’t really mention it, but there are so many signs
He’ll ask you to study more, get donuts, and help him with chores. And he’s a lot clingier than ever
There isn’t a minute of your day that goes by when he’s not with you
And he also discreetly teaches the guy a lesson. By stealing all of his money. He has the guys wallet now
He’s not gonna get all flirty with his partner and not pay the price
“Hey! Y/N! I got more money! You wanna go out? My treat!”
He tells you that the money came from Leona, but it didn’t.
He just sticks closer to you and doesn’t talk about it
He’ll also deny being jealous if you call him out on it
If you talk to the guy he’s jealous of when he’s with you, he’ll shamelessly glare at him
Jack Howl:
Doesn’t get jealous easily
He trust you and that’s not gonna change because some guy gets touchy
He’ll only get jealous if you actively flirt with somebody, but at that point he just settles for leaving (reasonable)
He’s protective though
If a guys flirting with you and you’re visibly uncomfortable, he will get you out of there as fast as possible
Or if you tell him that a certain student is being creepy to you, he’ll keep you away from the guy
“Hey. You’re making them uncomfortable. Leave my partner alone. Y/N, let's go. Do you wanna see this new cacti I’m growing?”
He ends up sticking around you and make sure nobody is creepy or starts making you uncomfortable
He’ll act like your personal security
If a guy gets mad and starts getting physical with either of you, he’ll pick them up and take him away from you
Not jealous, but protective
Azul Ashengrotto:
Oh no
He just locks himself in the VIP room
Azul’s coping mechanism is to hide and he does just that
He sees a guy being all touchy and flirty and he doesn’t stick around. He just runs off and hides
You have to go to him and tell him that you aren’t into that guy
“I know. You are dating me and you love me. I just saw that guy and I thought… I don’t know. Maybe he’d be better for you. He’s more athletic, better looking, he’s… fit. I’m sorry.”
Once he’s out of the Funk© (as Floyd calls it) he will not hold back on the guy
He will get Floyd and Jade to spy on him and get blackmail information. He’ll then force the guy to work for him by using the blackmail and leave him with the worst and hardest job
That guy will learn not to be creepy to his partner again
Jade Leech:
Unhinged
Sometimes he’ll pretend to be jealous just to mess with you and get kisses, but when he’s actually jealous, he’s unhinged
He will blackmail whoever he’s jealous of to do disgusting things. When he goes to the Mostro Lounge, Jade will purposely make his food bad (or tell Floyd to mess it up). He’ll let Floyd have “fun” with him.
He is not going to go easy on this dude. Oh, but you won’t know any of this. You just notice that he seems a little more on edge and if you ask him about it:
“Well, my pearl, I’ve been quite jealous recently. Don’t worry though, I’ve dealt with it. Would you like to go on a hike with me?”
You can try to ask how he “dealt with it” but he won’t elaborate. He just tells you not to worry about it
He has this big grin on his face too, that definitely doesn’t calm you down
He does drag you on a hike with him. Mainly to get your mind off of what he might’ve done and also to get more mushrooms for his terrariums
Floyd Leech:
Oh no… Oh No. OH NO!
He gets unhinged in a more physical way
He is not afraid to approach you and get the guy to leave you alone. In a forceful way
He's so angry and violent. In a word, he’s very Floyd. Which checks out
“HEY! Who do you think you’re flirting with? That’s my shrimpy! Are you asking to get squeezed? Aha, I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
He’ll chase the guy around the school for a good while. To terrorize him, he’ll let the guy stay ahead of him, but once he starts slowing down he’ll get him
Oh, but you won’t get mercy either
He finds you after school and cuddles you for hours
He’s half-heartedly squeezing you with his head buried in your chest and grumbling about you being cruel
He’ll tell you how mean you are letting him get all jealous and then not doing anything to make him feel better
The cuddle’s don't count either. He wants kisses. A LOT of kisses.
Doesn’t get jealous
Kalim Al-Asim:
Ever
Why would he need to be jealous? He trust you
He sees a guy flirting with you and doesn’t feel even a little worried
At the end of the day, he’s the one dating you, he’s the one kissing you, he’s the one who gets all your love and affection and that’s what matters
Now, if you want him to step in and help you he will
You have to tell him if someone makes you uncomfortable and if he sees that person talking to you, he’ll step in
“Excuse me, they’re taken. I’m their boyfriend. Sorry, but I need them for something. Come on, Y/N, I need your help setting up for a party this weekend.”
The excuse he used to get you out of their wasn’t even a lie
He genuinely needs help setting up for a party
Whenever he gets you out of uncomfortable situations, he never lies about needing you. He needs your opinion on everything. The food for a banquet, the decorations for a party, his drumming skills, everything.
Jamil Viper:
What? Him? Jealous? Yes
You love him and want him. He’s not letting someone take you.
He’s tries to be lowkey about it though
He’ll interrupt every conversation you have with the guy, claiming that he needs you for something and then saying he just wanted to spend time with you
He’ll invite you to study more or help him with his chores
He’s not above pulling you away from the guy either
“Hey. I need them. Y/N, can you come with me?”
He literally just keeps you away from the guys he’s jealous
He tries to hide it, but then eventually just ends up cuddling you forever
He ends up falling asleep
And when you tell him he’s more clingy than usual, he denies it (like a liar)
Another guy that doesn’t get jealous
Vil Schoenheit:
He’s confident in himself
Why would you leave him for any of the potatoes around this school? Nobody could be as great as he is
He knows he has no reason to worry
At least, that’s what he says, until…
He sees you talking to Neige
Neige isn’t flirting or anything, he’s just being his normal self, but Vil still get jealous
The longer you talk to him the more the jealousy grows. He doesn’t say anything while Neige’s there but when Neige’s gone
“Potato. I hate to admit this, but I've found that I’m jealous. Perhaps you could help get rid of this ugly feeling. Would you like to go out for dinner?”
He spends the rest of the day with you. He’ll just randomly kiss you and gets happy when you randomly kiss him
And at the dinner, he pulls a bouquet out of thin air
You think he planned this the day prior. After all, he was with you all day, and you didn’t see him buy a bouquet
Little do you know, he ordered them while you were distracted and had Rook deliver them to him just before he entered the restaurant
Rook Hunt:
Rook, believe it or not, isn’t jealous
He is, however, territorial
If someone ends up standing too close to you, they will end up with an arrow grazing by them, forcing them to back up
He doesn’t acknowledge it at all
To him it’s just another day
You ask him about it and he acts confused
“What do you mean? I was just making sure they learned personal space, mon chéri. I need to make sure no one thinks to touch what's mine.”
He goes on a whole rant about boundaries and mentions something about marking???
He keeps say french in the middle of his speech and you end up getting lost
The main point of his speech is that he doesn’t want anyone trying anything funny with you since your his
Weirdo
Epel Felmier:
Oh man…
Epel already has a bit of a fragile ego from always being seen as delicate and girly, so when someone tries to make a move on you…
He immediately thinks that they don’t think he can protect and provide for you
He assumes that they don’t think he’s man enough to keep someone safe and provide for them and he is not at all happy about it.
“HEY! Git yer hands off ma partner, ya creep. Ya think ah can’t provide for ‘em ‘cause ah’m small, ey? How bout we head outside and ah teach how a real man fights!?”
That guy wasn’t too sure what Epel said, but the aggressiveness made him leave you alone
Epel ends up flexing asking if you saw how good he was at protecting you
He then takes you to his spell drive practice to impress you more
He also tells you to tell him if anybody is creepy like that again
Let's get one thing straight, he didn’t see anything physically
Idia Shroud:
He was watching the cameras he installed in the sc- I mean, no, what cameras?
He saw this guy standing way too close and you were obviously uncomfortable and trying to back up
And just because he can’t go outside, doesn’t mean he can’t stop this guy and put him in his place
He has Ortho, after all. And he’s more than happy to protect his best friend
“Hey. You need to back up. They’re taken by my big brother. I suggest you leave them alone unless you want to experience my laser eyes first hand.”
Ortho than escorts you to Ignihyde to make sure that creep doesn’t try to approach you again
Idia pretends he wasn’t jealous while clinging onto you like his life depends on it
He’ll swear on his life that he wasn’t jealous and yet he refuses to swear on Hero’s Dawn: A Rogue's Journey. Strange
Malleus doesn’t realize that someone flirting with you at first
Malleus Draconia:
Only when Lilia tells him does he realize
He gets all huffy about it, but then remembers that he can smite the person with lightning
However, when he gets there, Sebek’s already there telling this person off
How dare they think they can treat this human better than the next king of Briar Valley! Are they dumb?
Malleus has to stop him from hurting the person and then sweeps you away
“My dear, that person didn’t put their filthy hands on you, did they? I must admit, when Lilia told me that they were flirting with you, I felt… Jealous. I’m glad to know that Sebek’s looking out for you.”
Sebek only thought it was an insult to Malleus, but maybe don’t tell him that.
He tries his best to be around and recognize flirting better, but it doesn’t really work
Lilia tries to teach him the differences between friendliness and flirting, but he doesn’t get it
He tries though, and that’s what matters
Lilia Vanrouge:
Oh no
No mercy for this poor soul who thought of flirting with you
He’s lowkey a little unhinged, but doesn’t let it show
In his mind, he’s thinking about settling this with a good old fashioned duel, and on the outside, he’s smiling politely
He does feel a little smug. He already knew you were the hottest student on campus, but this further cements that
“Oho? I understand why you would be interested in them, they are the greatest after all. However, they are taken. By me. Say, if you’re so intent on winning their heart, why don’t you duel me for it.”
He doesn’t end up fighting that person because he’s powerful enough to accidentally kill them, but he definitely considered it for a second
Just a second
And then he takes you to his room to play video games well past midnight
Silver Vanrouge:
Doesn’t get jealous for two reasons
1. He can’t tell the difference between being friendly and flirting and
2. He trusts you
Even if someone tells him that it’s flirting he won’t do anything because he trust you not to leave him
He’ll only take action if you tell him someone is making you uncomfortable
He asks for a name and/or description of the person and confront them about it
“My partner told me that you flirting with them has made them uncomfortable. Please stop. If you continue to harass them and make them uncomfortable, I won’t hesitate to take matters into my own hands. So, please leave them alone so this situation doesn’t escalate.”
After a few days, he asks if that guy left you alone and is satisfied when you say yes
He’ll do anything to make you feel safe and happy
Sebek Zigvolt:
It takes him a few minutes to realize someones flirting with you, but when he does he gets pissed
Who do they think they are?
That’s his human!
He’s insulted, offended, appalled, stunned, another word
This shall not stand
“How dare you say such things to MY human? Do you know who I am? I’m a loyal attendant of my liege, Prince Malleus Draconia! How dare you think of saying such things to MY human! You are a despicable person and I detest you!”
He meant that with his whole heart
He stays with you the whole day and makes sure that no more creeps try to creep on you
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weeping dragon
pairing: neuvillette x fem!reader
summary: neuvillette thinks he isn’t deserving of your love.
content: cliche !!!, reader trapped in his house bc of rain, lil antsy but happy ending
wc: 800
a/n: mm hii!! first fic here! I hope you enjoy it I kind of wrote it in twenty minutes and I’m just publishing it without beta reading bc (we die like men) I’m just too in love with neuv and I want to share it with the world lolol
Neuvillette couldn’t bring himself to even think about making a move.
He kept many secrets, and every time he faced your bright smile he would remember it was not his place to disturb your peace. After all, how could a young woman like you endure the dangerous claws of a dragon?
You had stopped by his house to discuss the latest trial and his emotions got the best of him, causing a rain to start pouring.
A storm was approaching; lighting was seen through the window and low thunders could be heard. Neuvillette plagued himself under his breath, hoping there would be a day where he could better control his feelings.
“Here,” he said as he handed you the cup of tea. You watched the lighting curiously, “I do not think the storm will pass for a few hours. You should stay. For the night, I mean.”
You took the cup of tea and averted your eyes from the window to Neuvillette’s face. You studied him with caution, as if it was the first time you ever saw the man — even though you worked together for many months.
“Are you okay?” you asked, ignoring completely his offer.
The words got stuck in his throat and, for a few seconds, he really thought he wouldn’t answer. The man sipped on his tea, his mind racing while trying to figure out why you would ask that all of the sudden. “May I ask why are you asking me such a question?”
It was a small gesture, but he saw it all the same; the way you flexed your hand. There was something you wanted to grab?
Something you wanted to hold?
“They say… It rains when the Hydro Dragon weeps. Yeah, that's what they say,” you murmured and once again looked out the window. To the storm. “The Hydro Dragon. That would be you, right?”
Neuvillette almost choked on his tea, every part of his body malfunctioning and leaving him with only one thing for sure: in his entire existence, this was the first time he was left completely and utterly speechless.
Your warm and comforting eyes turned to him, and you grabbed his cup of tea to put it alongside yours on the coffee table. “Neuvillette,” you spoke his name as if it was a piece of poetry you were yet to learn — eager to do so, “Talk to me.”
And then— your hands, so small and fragile if compared to his, touched him. Your fingers traced his, and you embraced his hand between yours. He could feel the warmth of your skin contrasting against his cold one, pulling him closer, closer, closer.
“When did you figure it out?” was the first thing he said, scared it may be recent. If so, there still is time for you to run, for you to escape. To turn your back and never see him again. It’s probably the best for you, he knows, but this little selfish part in him can’t stand the thought of seeing you gone.
“A month ago or so, it doesn't matter,” you’re quick to cut the subject. “I didn't mention it because I knew you didn't want me to. I’m just worried, that's all.”
Worried.
She is worried.
The realization clicks in Neuvillette’s mind, for the first time in so long acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was too, deserving of someone’s concern and care.
“You are saying it does not matter,” he repeats as if to confirm what he just heard.
I pushed you because I cared about you. I pushed you because you made me feel good and comfortable. I pushed you because I thought my true self would frighten you.
Yet, you’re here. And you’re telling me it doesn’t matter.
“It doesn’t. Never did,” you frown. “I just wanna know, no— I need to know why it is raining, Neuvillette. Why would you weep? I’m here with you, talk to me.”
Without giving it a second thought, Neuvillette’s right hand finds your lower back and in a split second you're pressed against his chest, the tightest hug you have ever been given. He’s much taller than you, and you can feel perfectly as he inhales your scent and hugs you tightly.
“Neuv—”
“I thought I had to restrain myself from you. I thought I was no good,” he finally speaks his mind, distancing himself enough for you to see his face; the weeping Dragon. Oh, the melancholy in his eyes.
The eyes of someone who almost lost something precious.
“Neuvillette,” you whispered. “There’s nothing better for me than you.”
And it was true; so you pulled on his hair just enough to have him connecting your lips, a sigh of relief escaping him as if there was nothing in this world he had anticipated more.
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