#Sparring Partner {OOC}

[sirpunsalct]

bold what always or often applies. italicize sometimes or situational. cross out nevers. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty prefers close - quarters / prefers range chats during / goes silent low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance attacks in bursts / attacks steadily goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging fights wildly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with delight fights because they have to / fights because they want to fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional transforms for battle / fights as they appear relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential exhausts quickly / has high stamina behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength avoids civilians / strikes down civilians damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings signature fighting style / makes it up as they go mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set fancy footwork / sloppy footwork messy fighter / elegant fighter accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy compliments their opponent / insults their opponent uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves prefers to dodge / prefers to block defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready fears death / fears pain / fears killing has ptsd / avoids fighting has lost a fight / has won a fight has killed / refuses to kill / enjoys killing wants to die standing / would succumb slowly Tagged by Stolen from: @embellishedbookworm

Tagging: steal me

[fstbmp-a]

If Sol knows you well enough/has fought you enough, rest assured there is a little you in his head he spars against even while you aren't here; Also rest assured it's pullin' out sick shit you've never even thought of before.

He has a tendency to hype up anyone, so the mental version of you is definitely stronger than you might actually be. Not as a way to diminish his own strength, really, he just thinks highly of anyone that's really stuck, y'know?

[triomphante]

bernie's pkmn team is a lot of steel types + 1 dragon type + a sirfetch'd.

[lxkexbxss]

                                      ☯  Hamato Clan Symbols  ☯                                       Raph, Leo, Don, Mikey, and April

I realized I never posted these here; I actually made these a while back and used Raph’s as my icon of course. Figured I’d post the whole set.

Feel free to use them if ya like. Like/Reblog if you intend to of course. 

Enjoy~

[spider-stark]

SWORN RIVALS

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!Reader

Summary - Taking up sparring with your sworn rival is likely never a good idea.

Warnings - barely edited, blood, implied fighting, suggestive language but no real smut, likely ooc given that the episode hasn't even aired yet lmao

Word Count - 1.1k

!MINORS DNI!

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Pain splinters throughout your hand as your knuckles collide with his jaw. He stumbles backwards—just barely managing to keep himself from falling right onto his ass. 

“You fight like a girl,” you jeer, purposefully antagonizing him. “Though I suppose that’s to be expected of a Blackwood.” 

A raspy laugh rumbles through Benjicot Blackwood’s chest—a bitter, deep sound that sets your toes curling. 

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you.” Forcing his chin high, he flashes his crimson-stained teeth in a wry grin, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He muses, “But perhaps we should put it to better use, don’t you think?” 

You cut your eyes at the bawdy implication. “You’re disgusting, Ben.” 

Another chuckle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, inadvertently smearing blood along his bottom lip. The sight is entrancing—in a morbid sort of way. It glistens like pomegranate juice and, for a mere breath, you wonder if it would taste half as sweet. 

“C’mon!” Ben’s teasing tone slices through your thoughts, forcing some sense back into you. “Don’t act like you’ve never thought of it before,” he says, waving a hand between you both, “the two of us–” 

You don’t let him finish his sentence, cutting him off with a sharp glare. “I haven’t,” you practically snarl, taking a half-step towards him. “And you shouldn’t either,” you add, “I’d much prefer to be left out of your…" you blow out an exasperated breath, "depraved fantasies!” 

“Oh, but you are my depraved fantasies, sweetheart.” Ben’s grin widens as you groan, shaking your head at him. “You're also a liar, Bracken,” he adds, “and a shitty one, at that!” 

“You can believe whatever you want, Blackwood—but that won't make it true.” 

“Just admit it,” he continues. Swinging one foot forward, he takes a lazy step towards you—then another. “That’s why you train with me, isn’t it? ‘Cause you’re so desperate for someone to put you in your place—and none of those pansies along the Red Fork are fit for the task, are they?” 

You grit your teeth, knowing that his words aren’t entirely false. 

Training with Ben hadn’t necessarily been a purposeful decision. It was something that just sort of happened. Yet, in spite of the rivalry between your families, you’re willing to admit that you do prefer training with him over the Tully or Roote boys. 

He fought you like a true opponent—unlike the others, who felt the need to pull their punches or slow their own strikes, forever treating you like a helpless maiden rather than an equal. 

In many ways, you found Ben to be more tolerable than any other boy in the Riverlands, anyway. He was fierce and tough and undeniably skilled with both blade and fists, making him your ideal sparring partner. 

You still despise him, though—if only because that is what’s expected of you by your father, the Head of House Bracken. 

“Big talk from the boy who hasn’t gotten a single hit in today,” you smugly remind him. “Perhaps if you spent as much time training as you do thinking with your cock, you might actually stand a chance at victory, Benji.” 

Less than a foot-or-so of space separates the two of you when he finally stops, his grin souring like rotted fruit. 

“Don’t call me that,” he chides, his bottom lip jutting slightly. Your brow furrows, trying to discern if he’s pouting or if it’s simply swelling from when you hit him. “Besides,” Ben continues, “have you ever considered that maybe I’m just going easy on you?” 

You don’t buy his weak attempt at goading you—though you do entertain it, asking, “And why would you do that?” 

His shoulder lifts into a languid shrug. “Maybe I like it when you push me around,” he drawls, teasing. 

Another step and he’s towering over you, his chest mere inches from yours. His scent—a blend of leather and rich sandalwood—floods your nostrils, stirring your senses and leaving you dizzy. 

“Although,” Ben’s smirk returns, laden with his usual mischief, “I think I’d like you even more if you were on your knees-” 

A scoff rips from your throat, cutting him off with a rough swat to his chest. “Oh, go fuck yourself, Blackwood!” 

“Only if you’ll watch, Bracken,” he croons, mocking you. 

Every inch of your body is suddenly humming to life, an unrelenting blaze of rage—or was it desire?—setting your nerves alight. Before you can muster a response, a comeback, his fingers have closed around one of your wrists. 

“Go on,” Ben murmurs, his voice tantalizingly low. Your breath hitches as he presses your hand to his chest, feeling his pulse beat beneath your palm. “Hit me,” he dares, louder now. “Push me.” 

You don’t speak—don’t move, as those storm-cloud eyes dip once again. “Fucking do it—” 

You cut him off, fingers curling around the scarlet fabric of his tunic—you should kill him for being so crude, for acting so utterly lascivious! 

And yet, despite all logic and reason, you tug him closer. Pulling him down to your level in one swift motion, crashing your lips together in a kiss that is anything but soft. 

On instinct, your other hand slips to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in soft, brown hair. You feel his heartbeat stutter beneath your fist, still gripping his tunic. For no more than a breath, you worry you’ve fucked this whole thing up. 

This is wrong! You scream at yourself. Wrong wrong wrong! 

But then he moves—hooking an arm around your waist, his nails sinking into your hip in an effort to bring you closer—and you loathe just how right this feels. 

Your legs tremble as his tongue slides along your lower lip, a soft moan spilling into his mouth. You feel him grin against you—can taste the blood on his lips, the bitter sweetness dancing on your tongue as he utters, “Eager, are we?” 

Tightening your grip on his hair, he hiss slips from his teeth. “Shut up.” 

He obliges—his mouth drifting from your lips to your jaw, leaving a bloody trail of kisses in his wake. You try not to think as he finally reaches your neck, earning a soft whine as he nips at your flesh. You try to forget who he is—that you’re supposed to hate him—as he shoves his leg between yours, offering you the very friction you so desperately desired. 

“This changes nothing, Benji,” you pant. 

He bristles at the nickname, letting his teeth sink deeper into your flesh, a deep bruise already blooming along your neck. “Sure." His own breathing is frantic and uneven as he rasps, “Whatever you say..” 

Your hand falls from his chest to his breeches, fingers already fumbling with the laces when you choke out, “I still think you’re disgusting, Blackwood.”

His own touch disappears beneath your tunic, fingertips trailing along every inch of your skin until his palms finally skim along your bare breasts. He gives one a rough squeeze before flashing that stupid, bloody grin of his. 

“And you’re still a liar, Bracken.”

a/n - writing fan fic for a character that hasn't even appeared on screen yet is wild. (hbo, this better be bloody ben or else I'll riot because this is perfect casting). anyway, I don't wanna be held accountable for how terrible, short, and rushed this is (I was bored and didn't feel like putting more effort into this than necessary rn) OR how wildly ooc this will likely prove to be come Sunday.

also---turns out that writing without actually knowing the character is hard! who'd have thunk, am I right?

[flawedhearts]

Smh... thinking about my muses having dnd aus and the brain is chaos ✌️✌️

[nephalem-da]

Headcanons for Life with a Chaotic Triangle

(Bill Cipher x Gn!Reader)

Warning: My version of Bill includes; Soft!Bill Cipher, OOC, lots of fluff moments, no use of Y/n. Reader is not mentioned to be human or not.

△ This version of Bill Cipher is a master of chaos, always one step ahead of everyone else. He loves playing pranks, bending reality, and causing mischief. But when it comes to you, he's surprisingly sweet—most of the time. He enjoys teasing you, but there’s always a line he won’t cross. It’s like he has two sides: the one the world fears and the one who melts whenever you’re around.

△ Date nights with Bill are anything but ordinary. He’ll take you to different dimensions, create dreamscapes that defy logic, or whisk you away to see the stars up close. No two dates are ever the same. One moment, you’re having dinner at the bottom of the ocean, and the next, you’re dancing on the rings of Saturn. He delights in seeing your reactions to his world, and he loves showing off his powers just to impress you.

△ Bill isn’t exactly the cuddly type, but he shows affection in his own unique ways. He’ll wrap you in an aura of warmth when you’re cold, create tiny versions of himself to keep you company when he’s away, or even manipulate time just so you can have a few more minutes in bed together. When he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he’ll let you catch glimpses of his true feelings through his eye, where you can see the affection and care he holds for you.

△ Bill is fiercely protective of you, though he rarely shows it in obvious ways. If anyone dares to mess with you, they’ll find themselves lost in a never-ending maze of madness, courtesy of your triangle boyfriend. But he’s also proud of your ability to hold your own, and he loves watching you handle yourself in tricky situations. He might even orchestrate a challenge or two just to see how you’ll overcome it.

△ Despite his chaotic nature, Bill is incredibly attuned to your emotions. He’ll go out of his way to make you smile, even if it means toning down his usual antics for a bit. He has a knack for knowing exactly what you need, whether it’s a moment of peace or a whirlwind of excitement. Your happiness is his top priority, and he’ll move mountains (literally) to ensure you’re content.

△ Life with Bill is never boring, especially when it comes to intellectual debates. He loves a good argument, especially when you challenge him. You’ve learned that he respects you even more when you stand your ground, and he enjoys the mental sparring. These debates often end with him grinning in admiration at your wit and intelligence, sometimes even conceding a point or two—though he’ll never admit it out loud.

△ There are rare moments when Bill lets his guard down completely, showing you a side of him that no one else ever sees. He might reveal a bit of his past, his fears, or even his doubts. During these times, he’s more open and honest, allowing you to see the depth of his character. These moments strengthen your bond and remind you that beneath all the chaos, there’s a being who deeply cares for you.

△ Holidays and special occasions are wild affairs with Bill. Expect the unexpected—like a birthday party where the cake sings or a Halloween where the haunted house you visit is an actual haunted dimension. He takes joy in making these moments memorable, with his unique brand of fun, making sure you’ll never forget the time you spend together.

△ Despite his wild personality, Bill is incredibly loyal to you. He may flirt with chaos and cause trouble everywhere else, but when it comes to you, he’s fully committed. He cherishes your relationship and takes pride in being your partner. Bill sees you as his equal, and he’s always eager to share his world—and his heart—with you.

△ In the end, Bill sees your relationship as something beyond the limits of time and space. He’s in it for the long haul, and he’s ready to keep things interesting for eternity. He’ll never let your love grow stale, always finding new ways to surprise you, challenge you, and make you laugh. To him, you’re the one thing in the multiverse that’s truly worth holding onto.

△ But let's say you’re close friends with the Pines family, having grown up around them or met them during your adventures in Gravity Falls. You’ve become like family to them, often getting involved in their strange and supernatural escapades. Dipper admires your bravery and quick thinking, Mabel adores your creativity and fun-loving nature, and Stan enjoys your wit and loyalty. You’ve spent countless summer nights with them, stargazing, exploring the mysteries of the town, and fighting off strange creatures.

△ When Weirdmageddon strikes, your relationship with Bill complicates things. The Pines family doesn’t initially know about your connection to Bill, but as the chaos unfolds, they start to notice his odd behavior around you. He’s less hostile when you’re present, and you seem to have an influence on him that no one else does. The Pines are torn between trusting you and their deep-seated fear of Bill. However, they recognize that you’re not under his control; instead, you’re someone he genuinely cares for.

△ During Weirdmageddon, you find yourself torn between helping the Pines and dealing with Bill’s chaotic reign. You try to convince Bill to tone down the destruction, using your influence to protect the people of Gravity Falls. It’s a tough balance, but Bill surprisingly listens to you, albeit reluctantly. He may not completely stop his plans, but he finds ways to bend the rules or give you subtle warnings to keep you and the Pines family safe.

△ Eventually, the Pines family learns about your relationship with Bill. They’re initially shocked, especially Dipper, who’s skeptical and worried about how this could affect their battle against Bill. Mabel, ever the optimist, tries to see the good in your relationship, and even Stan has to admit that Bill seems to care for you in his own twisted way. Over time, they come to realize that your bond with Bill might be the key to saving the town—or at least keeping things from getting worse.

△ Bill’s affection for you becomes even more apparent during Weirdmageddon. He may be the lord of chaos, but when it comes to you, he’s softer and more considerate. He’s still his mischievous self, but there’s a noticeable change in how he treats you compared to everyone else. He’ll create safe spaces amidst the madness, allowing you moments of calm and peace. The Pines notice how he goes out of his way to make sure you’re unharmed, even if it means delaying his plans or redirecting his chaos.

△ During the final battle against Bill, your presence becomes crucial. The Pines rely on you to get through to him, to find a way to reach whatever humanity—or triangleity—Bill has left. Your connection with Bill makes the difference, giving the Pines an edge in the fight. You manage to appeal to his better side, convincing him to spare the town or at least leave you and the Pines alone. It’s a tense moment, but your love for Bill and his love for you ultimately help sway the outcome.

△ After Weirdmageddon ends, the Pines family’s view of Bill softens, if only slightly, because of you. While they may never fully trust him, they acknowledge that your influence kept things from getting even worse. Your relationship with the Pines is forever changed, but it’s stronger for having gone through the chaos together. Bill, on the other hand, may still be the master of mischief, but he’s more careful about how his actions affect you and your loved ones.

[sun4ki]

“So young and pretty, it’s too bad they passed”

- In my room _ By insane clown posse

Aeon of light!Gn Reader X various Hsr women hcs

Characters (Ruan Mei, Kafka, Robin, Himeko, Black Swan, Natasha)

Gn Reader being forgotten Aeon of Light, keeping their distance around any human life as they wandering peacefully around the universe. Having great and powerful strength, only to be degraded by other, stronger Aeons. They hid their identity but that would soon change as these women found Gn reader and took them in...

Warnings: slight ooc? MEN OR HOMOPHOBIC DNI

Author's note: first fic post like actually :p hope you like this! I'm open to criticism and improvement! Sorry for bad English, its not my first language and im dyslexic :(

Ruan mei

The scientist who found you wandering all alone in the secluded zone, the poor Aeon got lost and ended up in the Herta space Station..

Lucky for you, That was the day Ruan Mei visited. You explored the Secluded area, seeing a lot of these critters around.

feeling curious you picked up one of them, only to hear mechanical noises of a door being opened behind you. You turned around seeing the Scientist who created these critters herself. . .

“How interesting . . “ the scientist spoke to herself in a monotone manner

Eventually Ruan Mei soon took you in, doing some simple experiments for her study.

“Hold still , this would be less painful if you stop with the unnecessary movement .”

You could only sit and watch idly as the scientist takes some blood sample from you for her research on an extraordinary being like you

Kafka

Kafka found you during one of her missions, She took you in, saying how it was “destiny’s plan”, how both of you were destined to meet eventually. . .

Elio had already told her it was part of her “script” meeting with you and bringing you with. . .

The stellaron hunter knew you could be a great addition to their team— I mean just imagine a powerful yet forgotten Aeon of Light in the stellaron hunters team ?! Not to mention you would also be a great sparring partner

“You’re pretty strong Y’know ?

Great for me to test my skills on without you dying ~ “

Jokes aside Kafka is actually very gentle and caring about you, aware of the fact you don’t know a lot about how humanity lived (considering you kept your distance around them), she would teach you how to blend in and live a life like the rest . . .

Robin

By the time you got to Penacony, you were immediately drawn to this ethereal singing . . .

When you saw Robin for the first time, you were mesmerized by her beauty as she sang. . . Her looks reminded you one of an Angel, a beautiful one, you couldn’t take your eyes off her

The two of you became fast friends, Robin would guide you around Penacony, she was like your tour guide, showing you around the dreamscape.

Robin was actually very supportive about your whole Aeon of Light thing, and just like Kafka, she would often accompany you and teach the ways to live like the rest

her brother Sunday doesn’t actually approve of you though , he’s suspicious of you and Robin’s relationship but ether way Robin would ensure you he means good

“Don’t mind my brother . .

He’s just concerned about me . .”

Himeko

Himeko found you in one of express’s trailblazer missions right after they left penacony, Himeko took it upon herself to take care of you, aware of the fact you still felt unsure about the rest of the members

The navigator would often let you sleep in her cabin, accompanying you as you would always feel comfortable in her embrace . .

It’s not a surprise you would avoid any contact with the other members of the train. . Either way, when the others set out for another expedition, you would stay behind with Himeko, making sure Himeko is protected and safe at all costs . . .

Maybe because you’re close or maybe because she reminds you of a certain someone in The past you can’t quite identify. . (Doing this cuz i miss murata himeko)

“You’re clingy sometimes you know..?

Who knew the Aeon of Light could act like a clingy love sick puppy at times ?”

Black swan

When you enter penacony, you haven’t seen black swan just yet. . She would be keeping an eye on you from a distance before actually revealing who she is . . (She gives me stalker vibes idk)

She finds you intriguing . . She would observe how you behave for a few days or so and by the looks at it- you clearly don’t know how to act properly around others let alone socialize . .

That’s when the Memokeeper decided to step out of her “bird hide” enough with watching you like a delicate bird unaware of her keen eyes

“What’s an interesting being like you wandering all alone in this dreamscape ?”

Black swan would look into your memories aswell . . Witnessing your past . . Aswell as the memories of being degraded by other Aeons and being forced to live in the shadows of the universe to be left and forgotten. .

“What a poor birdie you are . .” The woman would whisper

“Don’t worry dear ~ I’ll make sure to take care of you ”

Natasha

As soon as you got to Belobog, you were immediately sent to the underground. . .

Let’s just say the guards gave you a not so “friendly” Welcome, which lead to fighting- a lot of fighting-

The fight eventually forced you to be sent to the underground

Natasha was the first to find you, you met her while she was doing some errands . . . Seeing that Natasha was actually kind and gentle with you, you stayed by her side, helping her in the clinic and with the kids

Eventually, Natasha introduced you to the other wildfire members, you started helping in the underground, being a big help in taking care of the people there, like the underground’s guardian.

you would help with the wildfire’s fights, often getting all bruised up since you force yourself to not use your full power.. but whenever you do, atleast you have your trusty doctor to patch you back up

“Just be careful next time okay sweetie?” She would often tell you

Little side note: i was actually supposed to add acheron and stelle lmfao but i got busy and keep forgetting to write their part haha, i will add them though if any of you want a part two. You can also recommend other characters to add ^^

[krypticcafe]

Y/N, staring at König: I bet I could take him

Soap: ... in a fight, right?

Y/N: :)

Soap: In a fight, right?

Alternatively, little ooc but

König: I could take you on

Y/N: ... like in a fight?

König: Ye- yes?

Y/N: Oh. Pity.

König: What.

Take On Me

rating: teen

pairing(s): König x GN!Reader

warning(s): suggestive themes, language, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as a sergeant, fluff at the end, possible grammar errors

a/n: decided to make this a one-shot! I enjoy writing and reading sexual tension, but ironically, I'm always on the fence about writing full smut. oh and please ignore the poor quality of the fight scene, I can't write them for shit :')

synopsis: fight or not, you're pretty sure you could take him on.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat and leather as soldiers took on their training time in the base's surprisingly sizable gym. Several were utilizing the exercise machines, some simply resting on the benches, and others making light conversation.

Currently, you were in the midst of putting your sparring partner in a deadlock, motivated by the small crowd that cheered and winced at the sight. With a face flushed red, your opponent tapped out and a chorus of boisterous laughter, groans, and exclamations rang around you. You threw yourself off of them, helping your partner up and thanking them while also throwing in a compliment on their performance as a show of good sportsmanship. As you stepped off the platform, you were given several pats on the back and comments. While it was definitely an ego boost, you were by no means the best in the base, but people knew that you were on the 141 for a reason, and your combat skills were nothing to laugh about.

Feeling a harsh slap on the back, you turned and gripped their arm, twisting it at an uncomfortable angle since your body was still working on instinct.

"Ow ow ow-! It's me!" Soap yelped, but you further clenched your hand, "I was just going to congratulate you! Christ almighty, you've got a grip-"

"You scotsmen have a real funny way of congratulating people then," you quipped, letting go of his arm, "Honestly Soap, you should know better than smacking a soldier right after they get out of the ring."

He muttered under his breath, holding his sore wrist to his chest in mock offense and sighing, "How about I treat you to a water then? Consider it an apology of sorts."

"Oh you mean the jug on the bench that's just about 4 meters away? Why, I'd be so honored to have you as my escort, Sergent McTavish."

"Awa' n bile yer heid!" He scoffed with amusement, "Can't even let me do something nice without takin' a stab at me, can ya?"

You shook your head, laughing with him while you two went to grab a drink. He at least had the courtesy to pass you a towel to wipe your sweat off. Hanging it around your shoulders, you grabbed a bottle and started chugging. Tilting your head back, you noticed in the corner of your eye another match that was going on. It wasn't surprising, considering how multiple sparring matches would go on simultaneously all the time. But it wasn't the match itself that got your attention, but rather the person that was in it.

You recognized him instantly with how he gained notoriety for his size (no, not in that way, but you'd be lying if you said the thought hasn't crossed your mind for the briefest of moments) amongst the soldiers, even though he was part of KorTac. His presence led you to the conclusion that SpecGru and KorTac were most likely holding another joint operation together again, unsurprising since they're practically sister companies. Not to mention, the two of you had small talk in the past in passing from previous missions together and whenever you bumped into each other on base.

Staring for a while more, you watched as he viciously pummeled his opponent into the ground, barely breaking a sweat. Catching sight of his eyes behind his dark hood, you caught the way they lit up at his victory, as if delighted by the violence in an almost animalistic manner. It made your arms prick with goosebumps, you didn't want to know why. It was a surprise to find him in such a state since every time you've seen him, his eyes were usually darting around like a skittish lamb, contradicting his appearance in every sense. But who were you to question it? After all, your own lieutenant was feared like the grim reaper in the battlefield, but at base with the others, he was just another British geezer at heart.

Soap whistled and stood by you, eyeing the way you were fixed on the match in front of you. "Looks like someone's caught yer eye, aye?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah I guess." You hummed, not taking your eyes off the Austrian as he pinned his opponent down.

Soap raised a brow and smirked. It wasn't hard for him to catch on, but he was surprised to see you so entranced by a person for once. "I see... well, I don't blame you. The guy sticks out like a sore thumb and he's an absolute unit."

You nodded absent-mindedly, a little too focused on the way König flexed while keeping his enemy down. Much to your demise, his shirt was painfully tight-fitting, especially when damp with perspiration and christ, you felt like you had to tear your eyes from staring at his thighs for too long. How can someone be built so... so...

Delicious?

Before you knew it, the fight ended and König was beginning to head your way, most likely to grab water. Without thinking, you turned to the side and muttered under your breath, "I could probably take him."

"Oooo, cocky now, aren't ya?" Soap laughed, missing the message. You, on the other hand, tried to keep your composure, rubbing the towel on your neck.

"Uh, sure... You could put it that way."

The scotsman had a look of confusion and was about to ask you to elaborate until he saw König pull up beside you. "Oi, König! You did a real good job out there-"

Looking at Soap, you saw a mirth in his eyes that you immediately recognized, your eyes widening as you began to mouth silent protests to him and gesturing for him to 'not do whatever the fuck you're thinking of doing'.

"-you think you can handle another round? You two already know each other, right? I was thinkin' you could use a change of pace, and what's better than going against a prized member of the 141?"

You watched as König eyed you up and down cautiously, and you had to resist letting a shiver run down your spine. Why did he have to look at you like that? You knew the bare minimum of the guy, and yet you were acting like a fool in your own head.

After he was done sizing you up, he nodded, his eyes lighting up, "I could take you on."

"Like in a fight?" Once more, your mouth had outrun your brain, probably fried from the way he was practically checking you out.

"Y-Yes?" König stuttered, caught off-guard by your bizarre question. What other connotation could his words have had?

"Oh. Pity." You mumbled with a sigh, tossing your water bottle to the side along with your towel, beginning to walk towards the sparring box.

"Wait what-"

You cut off König's confusion as you hopped over into the box, folding your arms and leaning on the ropes. "So we gonna fight or what, soldier?"

"I- uh," He paused, trying to get his mind into the present. He shook his head and nodded, "Yes, sergent."

There was something about the way he strided over to the ring and only needed to swing his legs over the ropes to get in that made your heart beat twice, or maybe it was the way he looked back at you, the two of you staring each other down like hungry animals preparing for a cage match.

Though your hunger was that of a different kind if you were being honest.

Soap stood outside on the side of the box, playing referee for the match. At his signal, you set yourself at a stance and got a feel for the area, preparing yourself.

As you expected, König struck first. After all, you weren't just staring at him during his match, you were watching as well, which gave you a bit of an unfair advantage, but you figured it'd balance out his size advantage. Moving to the side, you followed up your dodge with a quick jab to his side. You were about to make another, but he had more control over his reflexes than you thought. He blocked it and countered by hitting you square between your shoulder and chest. The two of you were even.

He was a formidable opponent, certainly not at the level of Ghost or Price, but good enough that you'd think he'd ought to be a candidate for the 141. Sure, his technique was sloppy, but if he cleaned it up, then combined with his strength, he could be one hell of a soldier. Soap seemed to take note of his potential, too, giving König tips here and there. You'd almost forgotten this was supposed to be practice for him.

You were starting to grow exhausted as the fight went on, it hadn't been that long, but you two were lasting for quite a while in the ring, and neither side had held back. At several points throughout the fight, one of you would get in a hit or move in a way that had Soap cringing and gritting his teeth, watching at the edge of his seat. Hmph. At least someone was enjoying themselves.

While the fight was a nice way for you to get an eyeful of your opponent, it wasn't that enjoyable when you were panting and sweating your ass off, counting all the non-sexy bruises you'd wake up with later. Wanting to put things to an end, you looked for the right chance, dropping and sliding past his legs before getting up and propelling yourself forward. With a leap, you launched yourself onto König's back, latching onto it and pulling him down with all your weight. Just before he'd come crashing down, you swung yourself around his torso, shifting to his front so you wouldn't get crushed in the fall and further push him down.

He went down like a tree, shaking the platform as he made contact. Soap hollered in awe, whistling at your takedown. "That's our sergeant! Steamin' Jesus, wasn't that a show?"

You were panting hard from the stunt, but you managed to give König a sly grin, leaning down that you were just inches away from his veil, "So whaddya say König? You done, or you want go another round?"

"I- I'm done-" His voice strained, writhing under you since the pressure on his chest was making it hard to breathe properly. In addition, he was trying his best to not stare too much since even he was aware of how this looked, with you settled on his chest, knees on either side of his head and effectively trapping him with your thighs, not to mention your hands held his wrists above his head, locking him in a very compromising position. Your view was just as nice, giving you a good look at his face, or at least what you could see of it. A part of you wanted to say it was only because they were the only thing of him you could see, but you felt your heart flutter when the two of you locked eyes. It never had occurred to you, but his eyes were a sage green with a muddled ring of crystal blue that glimmered under the lights above, and the way he looked at you alone almost made you breathless again.

When were his eyes so damn pretty?

"Good choice." Although you played it off as a friendly threat, in reality, you were relieved he didn't want to go again, far too weary for another round and undoubtedly, you'd lose that one.

Rolling off his back, you stood up and outstretched a hand to him. Even though you couldn't see his full face, you could tell he appreciated the gesture by the friendly crinkle of his eyes and the way he took your hand, yelping when you yanked him up.

"Whoops, too hard? My bad."

König shook his head, "Oh no, not at all, I was just surprised. Ah, and thank you for helping me practice, Sergeant. It helped me realize a few things I need to improve."

"It's no problem at all, König, I'm glad I could help. All that matters is that you got something useful out of that loss and turn it into a gain."

"Price really must be getting to you."

"Shut it MacTavish."

The two of you stepped out of the ring and started to pack your things, further discussing improvements for König and some for yourself. Soap left a little early to "attend business with Ghost" (probably to ramble about the fight), to which you cursed him out with a glare for ditching you so abruptly. Now, it was just you and the Austrian in the gym.

"Well, I'll be going back to my place now, I guess I'll see you sometime soon?"

"Yes, of course. Maybe we could spar again sometime soon?" König asked, much to your surprise.

"Sure, I'd love to," you smiled to yourself a moment, debating your urges and ultimately deciding to shoot your shot because when else were you going to have the confidence to? Insecurity be damned, the post-victory adrenaline was getting to you. "Maybe we can even have some more... private matches?"

"Mhm, I wouldn't mind that. But I think we'd need someone to watch, no? Or unless you want to record and we can study it."

Not what you're implying, but his response definitely could be taken that way, causing your face to warm up again. Maybe if you pushed him in the right direction, he'd realize. "Er- I was kinda thinking we'd do it in my place, maybe? Unless you're more comfortable at yours."

All your attempts were going over his head as he grew more and more confused. "Sergeant, I don't believe the rooms are big enough for a fight-"

You burst out laughing, giggling to yourself at how ridiculous it all was, you dancing around your point and how it was leading him on a wild goose chase without even knowing it. Wiping a tear from your eye, you wheezed, "I- ohmygod- I'm so sorry- it's just, wow-"

You felt bad for laughing, but it was the only way you could make things less awkward for yourself and ease the tension. "I'm so sorry, König it's just- you're not really good at picking up hints, huh? But honestly, I should've been more straightforward with you, so,"

"What I'm trying to say is," Taking in a deep breath, you stood straight and looked him in the eye determinedly, "Would you like to hang out sometime? Just the two of us? Together?"

"König?"

Silence.

At that moment, König had put all the puzzle pieces together, or at least what little of them he had, and realized that you'd been (horribly) flirting with him the entire time. He also realized how hopelessly clueless he sounded. Like a computer needing to reboot, he began to overheat underneath his mask and sputtered, an incoherent jumble of words both German and English spilling from his lips. You giggled and pat him on the shoulder, "I take that as a yes, then?"

He let out a slew of words in German, catching himself immediately afterward, "Yes! I would love that- I mean, like that!"

"Really? Oh thank god, I've actually been meaning to ask that for a while now," you nervously chuckled, grabbing a pen and notepad from your bag and taking his hand in yours, putting a note in his palm, "Hope you don't mind if I just write something down... I think the weekend I'll be available so until then?"

"Mhm," He mumbled, trying not to fixate too much on how your hand was holding his as if you two weren't throwing hands earlier.

"Great! See you then!" You pressed a quick peck on his cheek and scurried away before he could react. You sneaky lil thing.

Stunned, König stood still for a solid minute until finally looking at his palm to see what you wrote.

"Here's my phone and room number! Next time we meet, be prepared because I can and will take you on! On a date, of course."

[kurogane2512]

Hi, I wanted to ask, how headcannons about Navia and Clorinde with an M!Reader who is an oceanid? And he hates hot days, so there are times when there is a glass on the table and he has ice cubes in it, and the water is actually his body in a liquid state. And he can do everything an oceanid does, turn into liquid, create clones and change shape at will, sometimes trying on their clothes and giving his opinion

Nsfw and Sfw pretty please

A very interesting concept and fun to write, thank you for requesting! I do apologize if Clorinde is ooc, a bit difficult to write her currently but I did my best :)

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Navia, Clorinde x Oceanid!Male!reader (separate)

Type: Fluff + Smut (sfw and nsfw hcs, depictions of different sex scenarios, threesome, penetrative sex, creampies etc)

NAVIA

SFW

She finds you very interesting and fun to be with. The ability to take any shape must be useful, she thinks. Honestly very curious about what all you can do, and how you can use this power in different scenarios. She adores your true Oceanid form and loves it when you transform into cute little creatures.

She wonders if you secretly follow her or are just near her by transforming into some inconspicuous form that blends into the environment. Playing hide and seek with you must be so fun and challenging, you keep her on her toes and given how much she loves exploring around, both of you get along very well.

Of course, she also cares for you and is extra attentive to your special state. How do you sweat? Do you actually even sweat? Do your clothes not get wet? Can you melt into a puddle whenever flustered? Oh, she wants to find out so many things. At the same time, your ability is very useful for Spina di Rosula and helps them do their assignments more efficiently.

NSFW

Navia's curiosity knows no limits, of course it's extended to how you do sexual activities. At your first time, she wanted to give you a handjob and blowjob to see how your dick reacts and how your cum is, if anything about your behavior is different than humans. She finds it very intriguing and downright hot how you can control the length and girth of your dick, she just knows she's in for a time of her life.

She surprisingly loves messy sex. Don't be surprised when she wants you to make clones of yourself and fuck her with each of them. 1 or even 2, she'd take them all. She wants to be filled up and feel you in every corner of her body. Both of her holes and mouth, plug them with your cocks and cum inside her. She wants to feel your cum reaching her womb, she loves that feeling.

"Hey, Y/n.... Make clones of yourself!" she says while being pinned on the bed as you pound into her. Surprised at the requet, you try to deny saying it could be overwhelming but she wants it- no, she needs it. So you comply and do what she wants~

Navia wants a family so she will be very much into breeding. And she's especially interested to see how a baby between a human and oceanid would be. But it's not only that, the main reason is she simply loves you so much. Pound into her sopping cunt with your girthy cock and fill her up to the brim. She's a teaser at first, but she loves it when you take control.

CLORINDE

SFW

She also finds your ability pretty convenient. You are a huge help in hunting and while she doesn't express it much, she also finds your animal forms cute. She actually has good understanding of your form and may sometimes mentally compare you to Furina, finding the contrast adorable.

You tease her a lot, all to see her break her composed demeanour and become flustered for once. Considering your special nature, she also makes you become her sparring partner a lot. She says it's because you are stronger and have unique abilities that give her a good match, but she secretly just likes being with you.

NSFW

What kind of teasing? Well, you love getting her wet. I mean, who can blame you? Just look at her damn shirt! She could be walking down the street when you decide to downpour on her and she's soaked in a second. Then you come rushing to help her change her clothes, giving you the excuse to see her breasts through her soaked clothes and also pick her up bridal style- which she usually doesn't let you but this is an exception.

When it comes to sex, she was particularly cautious at first. Not curious but more so vary of your form, just what kind of things can you do to her? She doesn't want to think about it but she's also looking forward to it all so much. She won't be the one to suggest new things to try, but she will do whatever you suggest as she trusts you.

Sex with your clones? No, she didn't even think about it. She's already overwhelmed enough with how deep your cock reaches and how girthy it becomes on command. You would be the one to bring it up- actually you'd already make clones and stand around her while she's seated on the bed.

"You- what?! The audacity to even-!" she protests but she's soon moaning out so loud as your clones take her from all holes. She forgets why she was against it at first, the pleasure is just too good.

She also likes bath/shower sex, especially since you take her by surprise during them a lot. Imaging she's taking her regular morning shower and all of a sudden the droplets on her body start vibrating, she becomes defensive at first but soon realizes it's you. And then you are standing in front of her under the shower, wasting no time to pick her up and thrust your dick inside her.

[maldaptivedreamer]

A NEW SIDE

You discover a new side to Tyler.

content: Errors and mistakes, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc, guns (idk anything about them), military (idk anything about it), and fighting (only ever fought my brother)

wc: ~2.6

a/n: This may be the only thing I write for Tyler. With that being said, there are theories about Tyler having been in the military or Weyand-Yutani security. That theory inspired me to write this story so… petitioning for more fics about Tyler in military or something.

The room is stark and sterile, lacking any trace of warmth or life. The blinding white walls seem to amplify the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, creating an almost unbearable brightness. The lack of color or character only adds to the feeling of emptiness and isolation.

Outside, the dreary browns and dark oranges of Jackson’s star and its’ crumbling buildings are a stark contrast to this clinical environment. The air here is heavy with the scent of cleaning chemicals, masking any natural scents that might have existed before. It's suffocating, as if all living organisms have been wiped clean from this space.

The weight of the gun in your hands is a constant reminder of your purpose here. The cold metal seems to bite into your skin, grounding you in this sterile reality.

Despite the assistance of modern technology, there's a certain satisfaction in manually aiming at a target. You anchor the gun to your shoulder, feeling the weight and balance of it as you line up your sights with the distant bullseye. With steady focus, you release a few rounds, feeling the satisfying kickback of the powerful weapon.

The recoil of the gun jolts through your body, causing it to dig into your shoulder. As you release a breath and lower the gun, you hear the gruff voice of the old general calling out for everyone to return their firearms and check them in. After that, he instructs everyone to meet in Room A-5 for sparring with their assigned partners.

Letting out a sigh, you glance to your side and spot your partner, Tyler.

He fits the cliché description of tall, dark, and handsome perfectly. Standing at least six feet tall, his broad shoulders and lean muscles are evident even beneath the layers of Weyland-Yutani uniform.

Your eyes linger on Tyler for a moment, taking in his imposing figure as he stands a few lanes from you. His gaze is focused and alert, scanning the area with practiced precision.

As if sensing your attention, Tyler's eyes flick to meet yours. He nods slightly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to scan the others as they move to check in their firearms.

Rolling your shoulder to ease the ache from the recoil, you follow the others and can sense Tyler falling into step behind you.

His deep accented voice breaks through the sound of shuffling feet and hushed conversations, "You're a good shot."

You scoff lightly and raise an eyebrow at him in amusement, “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. But I s’pose that doesn’t mean much when aiming is automatic.”

Tyler chuckles softly at your response.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both continue progressing in line.

As the silence stretches on, Tyler finally breaks it with a playful tone. "Looking at each of their targets, seems like they paired together the best of the class."

The comment catches you off guard. Tyler is not known for being talkative, to you at least, instead preferring to stay professional and quiet. Any attempts at humor or conversation from you are usually met with a few polite chuckles.

Biting your lip, you steal a glance at him and quietly reply, "Ah yes, because we are the best of the best. The rest of ‘em don’t stand a chance."

Tyler's lips quirk up in a rare smile at your response. "Modest."

You shrug, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Just stating facts. Though I suppose we'll see who's really the best once we get to sparring."

"Is that a challenge?" Tyler asks, his voice low and teasing.

You quickly shoot back, "Only if you're up for it."

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich. "Oh, I'm always up for a challenge."

As you reach the front of the line, you hand over your firearm to be checked in. Tyler does the same, his movements efficient and practiced. Tyler's fingers brush against yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity through your arm. You quickly pull your hand away, hoping he didn't notice your reaction.

The two of you make your way towards Room A-5, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Carefully unzipping your bulky coat, you remove it and your shoes before stepping onto the mat. Tyler does the same, his movements smooth and practiced.

Both of you settle into fighting stances, playfully swiping at each other as you warm up on the mat. A sense of friendly competition fills the air between you.

Circling each other with fluid movements, Tyler lets out a playful click of his tongue before speaking with teasing undertones, “Y’know, heard someone say the general’s got a hard-on for you."

You can't help but scoff in amusement, firing back with a smile, "Really? Well, I've always been a sucker for mean old men. Guess that explains why he feels the need to torture me so often… What about you? Anyone caught your eye?"

A grin creeps into his voice as he answers, "I don't know, I've had my eye on that sandwich in the lunchroom."

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food, and you can't help but let out a quiet groan. Absentmindedly shuffling your feet, you comment, "I am starving. Maybe I'll have to actually fight you for that sandwich."

Tyler's low chuckle crackles through your earpiece. "I'd like to see you try."

Rolling your eyes with a smirk, you speak, "Don't underestimate me. I'm scrappy when I'm hungry."

"Is that so?" There's a hint of challenge in his voice now. "Maybe we should test that. Or I could be persuaded to share."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by this playful side of Tyler you've never seen. "Oh? And what exactly would that persuasion entail?"

Your eyes lock with Tyler's, a charged moment of tension hanging between you. His gaze is intense, a mix of challenge and something else you can't quite place. He’s about to respond when the general's gruff voice cuts through the air.

"Alright, lovebirds. Less talking, more sparring."

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the general's words, but quickly push the embarrassment aside. Refocusing on Tyler, you see a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Grinning, he raises his eyebrows and silently mouths the word jealous.

Releasing a giggle, you watch as his expression turns serious.

Without warning, Tyler lunges forward, aiming a swift jab at your stomach. You dodge just in time, pivoting on your heel to avoid the blow. Your training kicks in as you counter with a quick strike of your own, which Tyler easily deflects.

The two of you fall into a fierce rhythm, trading powerful hits back and forth. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoes off the bare walls, creating a cacophony of grunts and thuds.

Drawing back with raised arms, you gasp for air as sweat rolls down your face. Tyler takes this opportunity to catch his own breath, but he recovers much quicker than you do. He advances towards you, his movements fluid and calculated.

In one swift motion, he lunges at you and twists your body around. With your back pressed against his chest, he wraps an arm tightly around your neck while attempting to wrap the other around your head. You struggle against him, trying to break free from his hold.

You throw your head back, stunning him, and swing your legs up. Using every ounce of strength in your body, you plant them firmly into the ground and shove him over your shoulder. His body slams into the ground with a loud thud that reverberates through the room.

Everyone turns to watch as Tyler groans on the ground, clearly winded from the impact. You wince at the sight, feeling slightly guilty for using such force. With a hint of amusement in your voice, you apologize to Tyler, "Sorry, didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Your intense training session comes to a brief pause as Tyler struggles. He forces himself to sit up, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. You extend a hand to help him up, and he gratefully accepts it. You both groan with effort as he gets to his feet.

As he wipes a finger across his lip, you notice a few drops of blood staining his skin. His face contorts in pain, and you speak in a hushed voice, “You okay?”

Tyler nods, grimacing as he licks his split lip. His voice is strained as he responds with a small groan, “Remind me to never get in the way of your food.”

You release a light laugh before taking your positions on opposite sides of the mat once again. With renewed energy, you resume sparring with each other.

The spar continues without any more incidents until the general calls for a break and dismisses everyone.

As you make your way to the cafeteria, you sneak a few glances at Tyler, silently admiring him. His muscular frame radiates heat, and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on his tanned skin.

The cafeteria is just as uninviting as the rest of the facility. The stark white walls and fluorescent lights mimicking the rest of the sterile facility. The smell of strong disinfectant lingers in the air, mixing with the low hum of chatter from other trainees. You grab your trays and fall into line behind Tyler, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours as you shuffle forward.

"So," Tyler says, his voice pitched low so only you can hear, "about that sandwich..."

You pause briefly to meet his gaze, noticing how his brown eyes seem to dance with mischief. Smirking, you reply in an equally hushed tone. "If you think that those puppy eyes of yours are gonna work, you’re wrong."

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips. You can't help but shiver as he clicks his tongue and speaks in a sarcastic tone. "Damn. Figured you could throw me a bone after kicking my ass."

As you approach the front of the line, your eyes catch sight of the last sandwich sitting on the counter.

With a groan, you roll your head back and curse under your breath. From the corner of your eye, you can see Tyler's brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

Silently, you grab the sandwich and wait for him to join you, balancing the tray in your hands.

Tyler motions towards an empty table tucked away in the corner, a playful smile tugging at his lips. You nod and follow him through the bustling crowd.

As you take your seats, you lean in close to him with a playful scowl adorning your face. Raising one finger for emphasis, you speak sternly. "Once. I'm only going to do this once. So don't expect any more favors from me. I don't like sharing… Being an only child, I never had to."

Squinting playfully at him as he grins back at you, you add, “Also… I stand by what I said. Those puppy eyes of yours… useless.”

Tyler's eyes light up with amusement as you slide half the sandwich across the table to him. "I'll take it," he says, his voice warm with gratitude.

As he takes a bite, his lips curve into a small smile. "And for the record," he continues, "I wasn't trying to use puppy eyes. That's just my face."

You snort, taking a bite of your half. "Sure, it is. I bet that face gets you out of a lot of trouble."

He shrugs casually, but there's a hint of playfulness in his gesture. "Maybe. But it clearly doesn't work on you." His tone is very obviously sarcastic.

Taking another mouthful, you give him a small glare. You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Don't let it go to your head. This is a one-time deal, remember?"

"Of course," he nods solemnly, but there's a glint in his eye that suggests he doesn't believe you for a second. "I'll treasure this moment forever."

You snort, taking a bite of your half. The sandwich isn't anything special - standard cafeteria fare - but after the intense sparring session, it tastes like heaven. You both eat in companionable silence for a few moments, the buzz of conversation from the other tables washing over you.

He breaks the silence after swallowing a mouthful. "Only child, huh? That explains a lot," he teases.

Humming past a mouthful, you ignore his teasing and curiously ask, “What about you? You give off the vibe of protective brother. In a healthy and very not weird, incesty, misogynistic way… If that makes sense.”

Letting out a confused and shocked laugh, he runs a hand through his hair and nods. His voice is soft, “Yeah, got ‘a kid sister. Her name’s Kay.”

As he talks about her, you can see the fondness and love in his expression. A small grin forms on his face at the thought of her. Tilting your head, you speak past a cheekful of food, “What’s she like? What’s having a sister like?”

Tyler's eyes soften as he thinks about his sister. "Kay's... she's something else. She’s kind. Smarter than me, stubborn as hell. Accidently finding trouble, and somehow fumbling her way out of it." He chuckles, shaking his head fondly. "Having a sister is... it's complicated. One minute you're fighting, the next you're schemin' together. We always watch out for each other, whether we’re fightin' or not."

You nod as he finishes. Part of you can't help but feel envious of the bond they share. It's clear that having a sister has been a source of joy and strength for him. "Sounds nice," you muse. "Though I can't imagine sharing my stuff all the time."

"Oh, sharing isn't optional," Tyler laughs. "It's more like... strategic borrowing without permission."

You raise an eyebrow. "You mean stealing?"

"I prefer 'liberating,'" he grins.

Giggling, you lightly tap his foot under the table with your own, “I’m so fucking glad I didn’t have to deal with that. That sounds annoying.”

He shrugs and takes a final bite of his sandwich, finishing it off quickly. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he rubs his hands together. Without saying a word, he points silently to it, and you realize you don’t have much time left. Time isn’t exactly something that Weyland-Yutani is generous with.

Standing up quickly, you shove the rest of your sandwich into your mouth in a rush. Ignoring his surprised and slightly amused expression, you brush crumbs off of your clothes.

As you both stand to leave, Tyler's eyes linger on you for a moment. There's a softness in his gaze that wasn't there before, a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Thanks for the sandwich," he says, his voice low. "And for not completely destroying me during sparring."

You grin, playfully bumping his shoulder with yours. "Don't get used to it. Next time, kiddie gloves are off."

He chuckles, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I look forward to it."

As you walk back to the training area, a sense of unease settles in your stomach. There's a subtle shift between you and Tyler - the usual professional distance has dissolved into something more personal. The easy banter and shared meal have created a new dynamic, one that both excites and unnerves you.

Despite the physically demanding drills and exercises, your mind feels light and carefree. The glances and looks exchanged between you and Tyler throughout the day make your heart race with anticipation.

When you lay down in your bed, exhaustion finally catching up to you, your mind buzzes with thoughts of him. The fluttering sensation in your gut is a mix of nervousness and excitement.

[secretlyanimmortal]

Platonic! Yandere! Mime Bomb and/or Neal the Eel with a young and inexperienced reader who just started working for VILE

Platonic Yandere!Mime Bomb

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> First time request for a Carmen Sandiego character!! ^-^ sorry if it's ooc

> ms. Chari

> Mime Bomb is the paragon of keeping in character. When you were lost on your first day, no matter how panicked and worried you looked, you understood his charades of directions with no complaints. > Even if he was tripping you off, making you late to your first class. Yet you only chalked it up on "maybe i misinterpreted that Mime dude..." instead of blaming him, how sweet of u ^0^ > Did you seriously join VILE on the terms they were a trading company and not the villain organization? Are you twelve? only an idiot would think so lowly of- oh you wanted to pay your college loans, got it. > You were so terrible too! You kept tripping when Countess Cleo was teaching you mannerisms, or terribly dodging your sparring partner in Coach Brunt's class.

> Some of your peers even bullied you. Yet all you wanted was the money to help your college loan and look what it got you. Maybe you should've rethink this whole VILE Corp. business and steal stuff at this point.

> So you vented away, Mime Bomb wasn't like talking to a wall, he was quite considerate. Although it took you a while to interpret what he said that is. When you went back to class the day after, were there always less than 30?

> What else was he gonna do? you weren't even in his year so he didn't need to compete with you at all. He could be your personal mentor! plus, you get to translate the things he says- or signs.

> On most days, he'd reject the terrible VILE food you were given. You were his apprentice, you should eat the food they gave you even if it isn't appealing, it's at least nutritious!

> Deny it as much as he wants, he's grown a liking to you, like a little sibling almost. He was so worried that you would've been mind wiped before your final exam, so he trained you as best as he could if he wasn't ever asked on missions. > Oh congrats! you've passed VILE! Now you're a fully fledged thief ready for your first mission. So why does he feel like his birdie needs to be caged? > Why is he feeling so down in the dumps lately? He should be proud that his apprentice finally passed, right? > The first time you ever heard him speak was the first time you were on a mission, before leaving you thanked him for being so nice to you and helping you become what you are today, he smiled and said-

> "You're welcome, [your name] or should I call you [code name] from now on?" > He even gave you a gift! How kind of him. A tiny little duck with a mime costume on. Small enough to fit in your hand, you hid it in your pocket. That was until you were ambushed once you were away from your partner on the mission- > Why was your pocket beeping?

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> Tysm anon 4 the req! I've been having such the writing block ^-^ > i think the worst type of yandere is one that you never would've guessed to be a yandere, idk :P > ms. Chari out!!!

[lazybutsmexy]

A glimpse

König x reader (GN)

Inspired by @tremendousdiplomattreespy-blog , I tweaked your idea a bit but it's still cute af

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, becomes fluffier the more you read. Graphic description of violence and injury. War themes. König is probably OOC.

On AO3

It's quiet. Not the sort of quiet that is paired with a late summer night, or heavy rain pouring outside.

It's the sort of quietness that follows the end of a difficult mission, where the intel was almost entirely wrong, risks were taken and mistakes were made. Lives were lost. It's heavy, pregnant, suffocating.

The common room is occupied by those in the team who came back and didn't need to be strapped in bandages and forced to remain in a gurney for the near future.

Those who didn't are the cause of that silence.

This silence is loud, but not as loud as the thoughts of those who sit there, replaying every step they made, wondering if they were the cause of everything that went to crap.

Inwardly, they know that not one of them is fully responsible, it was a pileup of many things, most of them unavoidable. But the thoughts remain, and they won't go away for a few days.

If I had checked the intel more closely.

If I had paid more attention to the layout of the building.

If I had found better maps.

If I had been a bit faster.

If I had been stronger.

If I had called for them sooner.

If I had-

Horangi got up and excused himself, heading to the showers.

A cold shower sounds nice, you think.

Aksel was in the furthest corner of the room, reading the instructions written by the doctor. He has read the same five lines over and over again without actually reading them, finding himself interrupted by his own thoughts.

You rest your back on the sofa with a groan, using a pillow to support your head, your bandaged arm finding solace on your stomach. The stitches hurt like a bitch, but you refuse to take the analgesics just yet - you are going to save them for when it becomes unbearable, like you always do.

You instinctively turn your head to look at König, who was sitting across from you on a chair - König's chair, lovingly called that by the team because it was the only one that didn't groan in protest when he sat on it - but you can't see his eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest and his face is cast downwards.

What you would give to see a glimpse of his eyes now, just a glimpse would lift your mood significantly. It always works. Just a glimpse will be enough to lift the suffocating fog in your mind.

He looks up, sensing your stare. Your eyes meet and you twitch your mouth in what you hope is a smile. It doesn't reach your eyes.

He looks down again, uncrossing his arms and supporting his elbows on his knees.

The corner of your mouth falls again. At least you got your glimpse. You know you shouldn't - couldn't - ask for more; there is no relationship between you two, besides being comrades in arms, team partners.

Oh, but how you wish there was one.

He occupied your thoughts from the moment you met him. First, with amazement and respect for his sheer volume and killing abilities. But the more you knew him, the more you thought of him as a gentle giant. You slowly learned to read his moods despite hiding his face beneath his hood, and to appreciate the few moments where he would comment on things.

The first time he complimented you - for a timely shot between the eyes at an enemy -, his voice was akin to a hiena, his eyes wild like a beast's and war-fueled adrenaline pumping in his veins. He looked and sounded like an ancient war god, an entity brought from hell to bring death and chaos into this world.

The second time he complimented you - for somehow managing to make him lose balance and throw him on his back during sparring -, he sounded breathless, amazed, proud of your progress. The corners of his eyes crinkled, a drop of sweat - you made him break into a sweat!! - disappearing into his hood.

Both times, he made your skin break into goosebumps, and a warm tingly sensation run through your whole body, settling in your lower stomach. You had it for him, bad. You hoped you were able to hide it from him. If there is something you've learned with the time you spent around him, was how certain social interactions and situations made him very uncomfortable.

You couldn't see him ever reciprocating your feelings. Well, you did in your late night fantasies, once you were snuggled up, warm and cozy, and let your mind wander.

You were letting your mind wander again, but the sofa wasn't your bed, and your bruised ribs were reminding you so. You attempted to sit up, but all your muscles protested and you swallowed a groan.

Looking around, you realized that König was the only one left in the room. You hadn't noticed everyone else had left - likely to the showers or the barracks.

Your eyes set on König, who hadn't moved from his position, and realized you now had a perfectly good reason to talk to him. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, you wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up.

"König, uh," you nearly jumped at how squeaky your voice came out, and again when his eyes immediately found your face, even though you perceived no movement from the rest of his body, "can... can you help me sit up?"

He blinked at you once, twice, before raising from his chair and approaching the sofa. He bent over at half his height, his shadow engulfing you completely as he carefully placed a hand behind your shoulders, and his hand taking your uninjured one. His movements were calculated, careful, as if you were made out of the finest crystal. One more reason to feel amazed by him, you thought.

Once you sat up with a groan, his shadow receded, but you didn't let go of his hand. König looked at it and then at your face, finding you staring into his eyes. He felt himself shrink under your gaze, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

"...I," you begin, and he stills, trying to resist the urge to glance at your lips, "I hadn't had the chance before, to thank you for saving me back there..."

You had been tackled by a man as big as a fucking wardrobe, who tried to stab you in the side when he had you pinned against a wall. You used your arm to block the hit and your handgun to shoot him close range, once, twice, but it seemed like bullets had no effect on him. He pulled out the knife and grabbed you by the throat, cutting off your pained scream. Your body collided with the floor and he braced for the final stab, when his weight disappeared from above you.

König had stabbed him in the back and lifted him like a ragdoll, throwing him down on his knee effectively breaking his back, before slamming him on the floor and stomping on his neck. Pain invaded your senses, a ringing whistle permeated your ears, but you saw his eyes.

Murderous. Enraged.

When he turned to you, his eyes were fretting, anxious. Caring. You would be lying if you said that didn't make you feel good.

König remained silent for a few moments. You don't expect to get an answer anyway, just a short nod before he continued on with his day. Or perhaps a scolding for being careless and having him save you when you should've been able to get off that situation by yourself. You honestly preferred the nod.

Instead, what came from behind his hood surprised you.

"... I was too slow to get him off you," his voice was almost a mumble, and you had trouble registering what he had said, "and now you're hurt..."

You blinked at him and smiled, tugging his hand a little until he got the hint and sat down next to you. The sofa groaned under his weight and dipped slightly, causing your body to tilt closer to his. Hopefully, he wouldn't hear how loud your heart thumped against your ribcage from being so close to the object of your affections.

"Well, if I was stronger, he wouldn't have been able to tackle me in the first place," you countered, keeping your voice as quiet as his. You noticed his eyes shifting from your arm to your eyes, searching for a lie.

He didn't find any, and that bothered him.

"You are strong, maus," his brow tightened and his voice dipped a reproachful tune, as if the fact that you thought yourself to be weak had offended him, "I should know, I train with you."

"Well, yeah," you grinned, your voice sarcastic, "and I only managed to tackle you one out of twelve tries."

A groan left his throat, and he was about to counter again, when you interrupted him.

"And you were faster than anyone, faster than him, and he was on top of me," you squeezed his hand, "if it weren't for you, I'd be a goner."

He quieted and looked down at your hands, and you wanted to think that the thought of you dying upset him, but dismissed it as wishful thinking on your part.

It wasn't. There were no words in the English language or his own to express the pain that enclosed his heart at the mere thought of you dying. Or the terror that flooded his veins when he saw you pinned to the floor by the neck by that massive man, who was ready to strike a lethal blow. Or the relief that washed over him when you sat up, coughing and clutching your bloody arm, alive.

His silence unnerved you a little, but he didn't let go of your hand like you had expected, and you wrote it down as a good sign. You hesitantly brought his hand to your lap, and held it with both hands, being mindful not to move your arm too much. He followed your entwined hands with his eyes, raising them to your face when you spoke again.

"I will be stronger next time," it was a promise to both him and yourself. You would be stronger and handle a similar situation by yourself.

His massive hands squeezed yours tenderly, engulfing you in warmth - or was that you blushing from head to toe? You refused to look away from your hands, feeding on his initiative to hold you so carefully, and hiding your flushed face from him. König had other plans, though, as his free hand cupped your chin and raised it, making you look into his eyes.

"And I will be faster," his voice dripped with sincerity, "I won't let them get to my maus that easily again."

My maus.

You could drown in the intensity of his stare. His eyes bore into yours, then flicked down to your lips. You were sure that he could listen to your heartbeat now.

You wet your lips and leaned in closer. The hand on your lap raised yours to his face, under the hood. His face was warm under your fingertips, the stubble brushing your skin. The hand under your chin moved to your neck, his long fingers circling it and bringing you even closer.

Your nose pressed against his, his hood being the only barrier, and you shut your eyes, blindly searching for his lips beneath it. He exhaled sharply - a chuckle? - and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Keep your eyes closed, maus," the bass of his voice made you shiver as you nodded. You felt the brush of the fabric on your skin as the hood was lifted, and before you had time to process it, a pair of warm, scarred lips claimed yours.

You swallowed a moan as you opened your mouth to the kiss. His tongue found yours and his quiet groan rattled your bones. You tried to press yourself closer to him to deepen the kiss, but your ribs protested and you settled back. He caught on your intention and pressed himself to you instead, the hand that was previously on your lap finding its way to your back, supporting you.

You both needed to breathe eventually, and you panted once you broke the kiss. He didn't move back an inch, though, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"...We should stop... You're hurt..."

Your eyes were still shut, but you could feel the intensity of his stare, boring right into your skull.

"...We don't have to go any further than this," you protested, a pout unknowingly making its way to your lips, "I just don't want to stop..."

Had you had your eyes open, you would seen the way König's smile took over his face, blissfully happy to hear you. "...Let's find a more comfortable place, then." That said, he pulled down his hood and helped you off the sofa, his hand never leaving your back. You wrapped your uninjured arm around his middle, smiling up at him. He revelled on your flushed face, knowing his was just as red.

"Sie haben keine Ahnung," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead from behind his hood, "wie lange ich damit gewartet habe..."

You blinked up at him, your smile only widening as you spoke, "You will have to teach me what that means."

König agreed with a snort and led you out of the common room, down the hallways towards the barracks.

Aksel watched you both go, still sitting on his chair at the furthest corner of the room, having gone completely unnoticed by the two of you this whole time.

"...Fuckin' finally," he grumbled, looking back down to the piece of paper in his hand, trying to decipher the last line of the doctor's horrid handwriting, "took them long enough."

[lxkexbxss]

Feel like working on the relationship page; if anyone like to be on it, I guess hit that heart if ya like to be added~

[monettsuki]

Capitano headcannons

Its all fluff don't worry too much about it

(Edit: I just realized that this may seem like ooc even if like we don't know much about his personality so now that is on my mind what do I do)

he gives surprisingly good hugs - somewhat like a bear hugging you - could stay in his arms forever if it was even possible

if he's hugged directly as he enters the home he shares with his s/o he will melt in your arms - especially if he's had a bad day again and just wanted to relax for once

Light sleeper and sometimes cannot sleep even if it would save his life - basically you have to drag him to bed so he gets at least a few hours of sleep before waking up and getting to paperwork if he has any or training new fatui members under his command (I doubt you could keep him in bed with his physique - easily overpowers people but maybe if you would ask nicely alongside puppy eyes he might indulge in your endeavors)

Before you (somehow) caught his attention (and heart) he might have been ''married'' to either training or doing paperwork - a workaholic basically

If you were a fatui member before you two got together he would spar with you - but not in excessive amounts and would sometimes refuse (especially if you have a smaller figure) due to not wanting to injure you severely

Just me or he would be able to cook well - like he would be a great cook and the other Harbringers would praise him for his cooking skills - you can't refuse his cooking because it would be good , would not mind if you wanted to cook something for him as well (picked up cooking as a hobby as a means to destress after the long days of work)

He would love to have a partner that adores cuddling (i mean who doesn't -anyway) he definitely would love to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him - would prefer if youre facing him because he adores seeing your face in the mornings

I personally believe the reason for his mask if because he has this huge burn scar on his face and severely hates when people just stare at it (like they did in the past before he eventually decided to wear his helmet) - the first time he actually decided to take his helmet off in front of you he was genuienly terrified for the reaction you would have seeing his face

I feel like he's an introverted person but enjoys doing the leadership things that are required for him as a Harbringer - that being said he doesn't show any kind of emotion even with his tone of voice and prefers it that way but with you he might actually show a softer side (especially due to also being able to see his face so he knows he can trust you)

He likes having someone run his fingers through his hair when he is exhausted after a day of work 100% - the feel of your fingers brushing through his hair is so calming for him - would lay his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat so he knows youre actually there and then when you start running your fingers through his hair he just melts in seconds

Would probably like to pet dogs on the street - especially the fluffy ones but he knows he can't have one dude e to probably both of you being to busy to take care of it 90% of the time - but it's alright because the dogs he pets is enough for him

At first he wouldn't be that fond of hugs, cuddles or anything really that included physical touch between the two of you touch starved most likely - but gradually he would start greatly enjoying your affection towards him

Likes mint and black tea but mainly drinks coffee to keep himself awake

I feel like once you enter his life and he gets used to your presence - especially cuddling with you and the feeling of him holding you in his arms he would have trouble sleeping if you're not there with him so he can hold you - would also probably be a bit worried if you're on a mission because who knows what can happen

On missions he would usually be accompanying your team and since you'd be his right hand (you should also have the skill for that because then it would get really suspicious if you were that but lacked the combat skills) most probably he would have the reason to do so - his reasoning would just be that he wants to make sure it all goes smoothly (also doesn't want anything to happen to you)

If you have any insecurities he would most likely try to make you feel better about yourself with compliments and praise - he would hug you and pat your head while he tells you all of that for added comfort

That's all goodbye 💙

[spider-stark]

house of the dragon masterlist // link to my general masterlist

General Warnings -

⚔️ This blog is 18+

🛡️ This particular masterlist currently contains only Aegon II Targaryen, Benjicot Blackwood, Aeron Bracken, Gwayne Hightower, and Criston Cole. however, i am open to writing about other hotd characters

⚔️ All of these fic's contain dark themes or content that is considered inappropriate by some readers, so adhere warnings! I am not responsible for your content consumption; so please read responsibly!

🛡️ If you happen to notice that something is not tagged appropriately or you feel a fic needs a particular warning, please let me know and I will do my best to correct this mistake.

⚔️ And, as always, happy reading!

A CRUEL FATE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Having been in love with Aegon your entire life, you always assumed that he never felt the same. Now set to wed his brother, Aemond, your frustration finally peaks and leads to you confessing your feelings.

🛡️ WARNINGS - suggestive language/actions, light use of y/n (sorry), sad aegon lol, obvious incest

LITTLE DRAGON

⚔️ SUMMARY - Your elder brother, Jace, attempts to teach you how to wield a sword. Aegon, your new betrothed, interrupts.

🛡️ WARNINGS - slight Jace x Reader, incest

THE CONQUEROR'S CROWN

⚔️ SUMMARY - After being captured by a member of the Kingsguard on your way to Winterfell, Aegon calls for you in the throne room.

🛡️ WARNINGS - light smut, oral, kidnapping, blades/blood, possible hematolagnia, eludes disappointed mom!rhaenyra (absolutely no bashing tho), and obvious incest

JEALOUSY

⚔️ SUMMARY - Dealing with the consequences of making Aegon jealous

🛡️ WARNINGS - abusive/toxic relationship, definite masochism, choking, brief mentions of blood, brief mentions of blades, targcest

PRECIPICE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Forced to attend a stuffy ball, you find yourself hiding beneath a table with Aegon.

🛡️ WARNINGS - implied targcest

SPARRING PARTNER

⚔️ SUMMARY - You and Aegon have hardly spoken since sharing a particularly sensual moment a month ago. Now he thinks he stands a chance in a sparring match.

🛡️ WARNINGS - implied targcest, hints to smut, blood, horny/stupid argon & reader

SWORN RIVALS

⚔️ SUMMARY - Taking up sparring with your sworn rival is likely never a good idea.

🛡️ WARNINGS - kieran burton fan cast, all character 18+, barely edited, blood, implied fighting, suggestive language but no real smut, likely ooc given that the episode hasn't even aired yet lmao

LADY STRONG

⚔️ SUMMARY - Stuck in the Riverland's on a marriage tour, you pretend to be Lady Strong when Benjicot Blackwood doesn't recognize you as the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms

🛡️ WARNINGS - kieran burton fan cast, all character 18+, not edited!!

THE BRIDGE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Your wardship with House Blackwood was meant to bridge the chasm between your families. Years later, you return to Stone Hedge as the whispers of war spread—only for Lord Tully to call for a hunt.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, complicated sibling relationship, fighting, (probably excessive) mentions of blood, talks about hunting/killing wild animals, !angst!, adult language, reader def suffering from identity crisis, probably deviates from canon some, kieran burton fan cast for benji, all characters 18+

THE GOLD TANKARD

⚔️ SUMMARY - Benji is a regular at the tavern you work at—and you're starting to think he's forgetting his coin on purpose.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, kieran burton fan cast, all characters 18+, suggestive/sexual language, not edited bc I'm lazy and wrote this for fun in like an hour

GOLD

⚔️ SUMMARY - You go sneaking through Bracken territory for some time alone with Aeron.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, blackwood!reader, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, no real plot, hurt/comfort, subtle rivals-to-lovers, aeron grabbing boobies lmao, maybe some grammar errors idk

LITTLE BRACKEN KNIGHT

⚔️ SUMMARY - You sneak into Aeron's room at Stone Hedge.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, blackwood!reader not edited, suggestive language, hints towards smut but there is none, secret relationship trope ig, blackwood!reader being a little shit

A CONVERSATION BETWEEN OLD FRIENDS

⚔️ SUMMARY - Devotion will never be enough to make the Gods forgive you for the sin of your existence. They will keep finding new ways to punish you.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, bastard!reader, septa!reader, mostly edited, heavy religious themes & guilt, angst, yearning, *slightly* ooc gwayne but mostly cause he's drunk and bitter lmao

SWORN PROTECTOR

⚔️ SUMMARY - After sneaking back into the Keep from a night spent out in the city, you find your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, waiting for you in your room.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, targtower!reader, not edited, reader has mommy/daddy issues, duty turned devotion type bullshit, criston can't just guard a woman without falling in love ig, yearning