#but I gave up on trying to refine it...

[cockworkangels]

tried really hard to capture some of his whimsy

[missarchive]

captured in quiet glances

spencer reid

cw; making out in the bullpen, slightly cocky spencer, flirting, nervous!reader, GLASSES GLASSES GLASSES (cause they need a warning of their own), cockblocking in the workplace

an; based on an ask i received a little while ago but accidentally deleted, my sincere apologies, sweet anon, i hope you enjoy!

wc; around 3k

Spencer Reid.

The very same name had rolled off your tongue in whispered prayer late in the night more times than you could count. When you could finally enjoy solitude, away from prying eyes, away from the people who knew what you were thinking before you even did. Your attraction to Spencer was no secret—how could it be?

Not when your gaze lingered on him far too long, tracing the sharp curve of his jaw, the delicate arch of his brow, or the way his hands moved when he spoke, gesturing with an awkward yet endearing intensity.

Not when your heart skipped a beat every time he laughed at something you said, even if it was something ridiculous. And certainly not when your stomach fluttered with reckless abandon whenever his eyes locked onto yours, as if you were part of the mystery he was trying to solve.

But today was different.

You hadn’t expected to find him in the bullpen this morning looking like that.

The moment you stepped through the doors, your feet faltered, your bag sliding precariously down your shoulder as your brain scrambled to catch up with the vision before you. Spencer Reid. In glasses.

Not the kind of glasses someone wears begrudgingly, as a last resort after losing a contact. No, these were intentional. Framed to perfection, resting effortlessly on the bridge of his nose, accentuating the sharpness of his features in a way that sent your thoughts spiralling.

The lenses framed his cautious brown doe-eyes, once soft and inquisitive, now sharp and calculated, as though seeing the world through a new, refined lens. They gave him an air of confidence, something you might mistake for cockiness in anyone else. But with Spencer, it was different.

You knew his ego when it came to his intelligence—how could he not have one? Years of being underestimated, of facing disbelief instead of encouragement, had built him into a man who wielded his knowledge like armour.

He wasn’t the same awkward boy genius anymore. Today, standing there in his crisp shirt and fitted vest, pushing those damned glasses up the bridge of his nose with a casual flick of his fingers—he was something else entirely.

He was devastating.

"Y/N?"

His voice shattered the daze you had fallen into, and you blinked rapidly, realizing you had been staring. Heat flooded your cheeks as your grip tightened on your bag, your mind scrambling for an escape.

"Morning, Spencer," you managed, forcing a smile that you hoped masked the chaos inside you.

His lips quirked into a polite smile, his eyes scanning your face in that way that made your skin prickle. He adjusted his glasses again, and you had to fight the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to reach out and do it for him.

Focus, Y/N.

You dropped your bag onto your desk with a little too much enthusiasm, papers shuffling under your fumbling hands. Anything to keep yourself busy. Anything to stop thinking about how ridiculously attractive he looked today. Because if you let yourself dwell on it too long, you'd be doomed.

"Everything okay?"

His voice was closer now, and when you glanced up, he was standing right beside your desk, those sharp, knowing eyes analyzing you with quiet intensity. You swallowed hard, forcing a casual shrug.

"Yeah," you croaked, clearing your throat. "Just didn’t get much sleep last night."

Spencer nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening. "If you need caffeine, I just brewed a fresh pot in the break room."

You nodded, your voice coming out higher than intended. "Thanks, Reid."

As he walked away, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Spencer Reid in glasses was going to be the death of you.

The morning passed in a blur of stolen glances and clumsy keystrokes, each one more humiliating than the last. You were convinced you'd managed to play it cool—until you heard your name.

"Y/N."

Your head snapped up, eyes widening as Spencer stood beside your desk again, arms crossed over his chest. He had that look—the one that said he had already unraveled the entire situation in his head and was just waiting for you to confirm it.

"You’ve been acting... different today," he observed, tilting his head slightly.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. "Different? How?"

You aimed for nonchalance, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Spencer's lips twitched in amusement. "For one, your typing speed has decreased by approximately thirty percent. You’ve corrected yourself five times in the last hour, and you haven’t made eye contact with me for more than two seconds at a time. Normally, you maintain it for an average of 6.4 seconds."

Damn it. Why did he have to be so perceptive?

You shifted in your seat, waving a dismissive hand. "Maybe I’m just tired."

Spencer hummed thoughtfully. "Or maybe..." He leaned in, his voice dropping slightly, "it has something to do with the fact that you've been staring at my glasses all day."

Your stomach plummeted, and heat rushed to your face. He knew. Of course he knew.

"I—" you began, scrambling for an excuse, but his soft chuckle cut you off.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice lower now, almost teasing. “I noticed the way your pupils dilated when you first saw me this morning. It’s a physiological response to attraction.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Oh my God, Spencer.”

His chuckle deepened, and when you peeked through your fingers, he was smiling—genuine and warm, with a hint of something else beneath it. Something smug.

“So,” he prompted, watching you carefully, “you think I look good in glasses?”

You let out a nervous laugh, finally dropping your hands. “Okay, fine. Yes, Reid. You look… good in glasses. Happy now?”

His eyes sparkled behind the lenses, and he nodded thoughtfully, fiddling with the leather strap on his messenger bag.

You felt the blush creep back up your neck as you realised where the conversation was headed. “Spencer Reid,” you said, trying to sound chastising. “Are you propositioning me?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,” you said bluntly, trying not to let your tone betray the excitement that was building inside you.

Spencer was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Is that… okay?” he murmured, leaning in even closer, until his face was only inches from yours.

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your ears. You shook your head, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself. “Yes, yeah- more than okay...”

Spencer’s lips parted, a soft huff of air escaping him. His fingers curled over the edge of your desk, gripping it like he needed the support to stay standing. He looked at you with those sharp, calculating eyes, but something had changed. His gaze had softened. It wasn’t as intense as it had been before.

 It felt more like he was watching you—really watching you. Like he was taking in every little detail. The way your hair curled slightly at the nape of your neck, the soft pink hue of your lips, the shape of your eyes.

He leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting over your skin as he spoke. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you swallowed hard. “How long?”

Spencer’s thumb rubbed against the edge of your desk in a soothing motion, his eyes still locked on yours. “As soon as you joined the team,” he said, and even though his voice was steady, his words were laced with a vulnerability that made your chest ache. “You walked in, and everything changed for me.”

Your heart raced in your chest, pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of your ribcage. Spencer Reid had been attracted to you since day one? You felt his fingers brush against your hand, tentative as they intertwined with yours. Your palm tingled at the touch, and you looked down, watching as he threaded his fingers through yours.

Spencer’s eyes followed your gaze, lingering on the sight of your joined hands before flicking back up to your face. His fingers tightened around yours, his mouth opening to speak. “Do you still want this?” he asked, and it was different from the earlier question.

This time, there was no teasing in his voice, no confidence. He looked nervous. Anxious. Vulnerable. He looked like a man who had spent years wondering if he had a chance. A man who couldn’t believe he might finally get it.

And that—that was all it took. That was all you needed to see in him. You reached up, running your palm over his cheek and threading your fingers through his hair. You looked him straight in the eye. “I do,” you whispered, and his eyes fluttered closed at the words. His body seemed to sag against yours, like he’d been holding his breath, waiting for the response.

When his eyes opened again, they weren’t shy anymore. They were sharp, burning with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours, feather light. Your breath hitched, and his tongue slid out, tracing over your bottom lip. He tugged at your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth to nibble. You gasped, his mouth swallowing the sound. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss.

He tasted like mint and chocolate, like your favourite kind of candy. His lips were softer than you imagined, his tongue hot and slick as it tangled with yours. You let out a moan, and Spencer’s grip on your waist tightened.

He pulled you closer, his hips shifting against yours, and that was all it took for your entire body to tense up. The feeling of his erection against you was enough to send your pulse into overdrive.

You wanted him. Needed him. So, so badly.

When he pulled away, your lips were swollen, and you felt like you might come right then and there. Your entire body was burning with need, tingling with arousal. “Spencer,” you gasped, clutching at his shirt. You tugged him closer, your mouth seeking his again. His hands tightened on your waist, and he groaned into your mouth, kissing you harder.

This wasn’t a gentle kiss. This wasn’t the sweet, tender moment you’d been imagining. This was desperate and needy, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

And you felt the same.

But a sound tore through the bullpen, snapping both of you back to reality.

The break room door had swung open. You heard the clatter of mugs on the counter as someone went for coffee. Spencer’s head snapped back, and he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling away. He stared at you, his chest rising and falling quickly, like he was struggling to catch his breath.  He ran a hand over his mouth, looking more than a little dazed.

You couldn’t blame him. You felt like you’d just been hit by a freight train.

“We’re still at work,” he whispered, his voice thick. He glanced at the break room, then back to you. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair. “It’s okay,” you said, forcing a laugh. “I think it’s been a while since anyone’s gotten action at the office.”

Spencer’s brows arched, and a laugh escaped him. It sounded more like a cough at first, but then grew louder, until he was grinning. You smiled back at him, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

As Spencer’s laugh faded, a comfortable silence lingered between you, but the tension was still palpable, buzzing in the air like static electricity. His hand lingered on the edge of your desk, fingers drumming softly as if he were debating what to say next.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen like this,” he admitted, his voice softer now, carrying a note of vulnerability that made your heart ache. “But... I’m not sorry it did.”

Your lips parted in surprise, your chest tightening at his words. You swallowed hard, gathering enough courage to answer. “Me neither.”

Spencer’s gaze softened further, the intensity in his eyes replaced by something warmer, more earnest. He hesitated, glancing toward the bullpen as if checking to see if anyone else might appear. When he was satisfied you were still alone, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

“What do we do now?”

The question hung in the air between you, weighty and full of possibilities. You felt your pulse quicken, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave.

You smiled nervously, shifting in your seat. “Well, for starters, we don’t get caught making out in the middle of the office.”

Spencer chuckled softly, his lips curving into that shy, boyish smile you’d always found so endearing. “Good point.” He straightened up slightly, adjusting his glasses—a gesture that was quickly becoming your undoing. “But after that…?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. This wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you’d planned for when you woke up this morning. But as you looked up at him, at the way he stood there watching you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter, you realized you didn’t want to let this moment slip away.

“Dinner,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Tonight. My place.”

Spencer’s brows lifted, and for a brief moment, you worried you’d been too forward. But then his expression softened again, and he nodded. “I’d like that,” he said simply.

Relief flooded through you, and you found yourself smiling despite the lingering nerves. “Good. Then it’s a date.”

Before he could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps snapped both of you back to reality. Spencer stepped back quickly, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie as if nothing had happened. You grabbed a random file off your desk, pretending to review it with far more interest than necessary.

“Reid! Y/N!” Emily’s voice rang out as she approached, a cup of coffee in hand. “Hotch wants us in the conference room. New case.”

You both nodded, mumbling acknowledgments as Emily disappeared down the hall. When you glanced at Spencer, you found him already looking at you, a small, private smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Tonight,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear before turning and heading toward the conference room.

You watched him go, your heart pounding in your chest. Tonight. The word echoed in your mind, full of promise and anticipation.

[writeriguess]

Hi Neema!

May I please request Katsuki x Reader, where they'd broken up a few years before because he was so into his work that he accidentally made her feel like she was holding him back, and at the reunion he apologizes and asks her if she's willing to try again? (And of course the answer is yes!) Fluff, maybe hurt/comfort, possibly car smut?

Never Really Over

The reunion wasn’t your idea. If it had been, you wouldn’t be here.

You’d spent the last few years carefully avoiding the places and people that would bring up memories of him. Not because you hated him—not even close—but because it had taken you so damn long to stop hurting every time you thought of Katsuki Bakugou.

But here you were.

The bar was buzzing with familiar voices, old classmates from UA greeting each other with excitement, some already three drinks in and laughing too loudly. You nursed your drink at the edge of the crowd, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might ask too many questions.

And then, you felt it.

That crackle in the air, like the moment before a storm.

You turned before you could stop yourself. And there he was.

Katsuki Bakugou, in the flesh.

He looked… good. Too good. He always had, but the years had refined him, softening some of the sharp edges just enough to make them even more dangerous. His hero uniform was gone, replaced by dark jeans and a fitted black button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing the corded muscle of his forearms.

And his eyes. The moment they landed on you, they widened—just slightly, but enough. A flicker of something raw passed through them before he masked it.

You forced yourself to look away, pretending to be engrossed in the condensation on your glass.

But it didn’t matter. His footsteps were already headed in your direction.

“Hey.”

The voice sent a shiver down your spine. Deep, familiar, threaded with hesitation—something you never thought you’d hear from him.

You took a steadying breath before looking up. “Hey.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could hear the chatter of your old classmates, the clink of glasses, the hum of music in the background. But all of it faded because Katsuki was here, standing right in front of you, and you had no idea what to say to him.

He was the one who broke it.

“You look good,” he said, eyes scanning you like he was memorizing every detail.

You gave a small smile. “You too.”

A dry chuckle. “Yeah, right.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You been doin’ okay?”

You hesitated. That was a complicated question. “Yeah,” you settled on. “I mean, it took a while, but I’ve been good.”

Katsuki exhaled, looking away for a moment. “Yeah. Same.” His voice was gruff, like the words were hard to admit.

Silence again. It wasn’t awkward, exactly—just heavy.

You sighed, deciding to rip the band-aid off. “Katsuki, why are you here?”

His gaze snapped back to you, and for the first time, you saw it—guilt.

“I needed to see you,” he said, voice quieter now.

You swallowed. “Why?”

He exhaled, jaw tightening. “Because I was an idiot. And I owe you an apology.”

Your heart stumbled over itself. “An apology?”

His hands clenched at his sides before he forced them to relax. “Yeah. For… everything.”

You let out a soft breath, staring into your drink. “Katsuki, that was years ago.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “Too fuckin’ long, actually. But that doesn’t mean I don’t regret it every goddamn day.”

Your chest tightened. “What exactly do you regret?”

His crimson eyes flickered with something pained. “Pushing you away. Making you think you weren’t important to me.” He took a deep breath. “You were the most important thing in my life, and I was too fuckin’ blind to see it.”

Your breath caught.

Katsuki clenched his jaw. “I thought I was doin’ the right thing. Thought I had to put everything into being a hero so I could be good enough. And you—” He broke off, exhaling sharply. “You were always so damn supportive, and instead of appreciating that, I just made you feel like you were in the way.”

He looked at you then, eyes raw and open in a way you’d never seen before.

“I was wrong.”

You stared at him, heart pounding.

“I never shoulda let you go,” he admitted, voice rough. “I should’ve fought for us. Should’ve fucking seen you instead of drownin’ myself in work like an idiot.” His hands clenched again. “And I know I can’t change what happened, but I just—” He broke off, exhaling sharply. “I just needed you to know that. That it wasn’t you. It was me.”

Your fingers curled around your glass. “Katsuki…”

His throat worked as he swallowed. “I still—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t expect anything from you. I just wanted to say it. To finally tell you how sorry I am.”

You stared at him, feeling everything all at once—the heartbreak, the longing, the years of missing him. The late nights where you wondered if he ever thought about you the way you thought about him.

And now, here he was, telling you everything you had once needed to hear.

You inhaled sharply, gripping your glass. “You still what?”

Katsuki’s gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, he just looked at you. Then, quietly—almost too quiet for him—he admitted,

“I still love you.”

Your breath caught.

He let out a rough exhale. “And I know I don’t deserve shit from you. But if—” He hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “If there’s any part of you that still feels the same, I—” His jaw tightened. “I wanna try again. If you’ll have me.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

You should’ve been angry. Should’ve told him he was too late, that you’d moved on, that you didn’t need him anymore.

But the truth was, you’d never stopped loving him either.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “You mean that?”

He exhaled sharply. “More than anything.”

You bit your lip, searching his face. He was serious.

Your fingers tightened around your glass. “If we do this… I need to know it’ll be different.”

Katsuki nodded without hesitation. “I will make it different. I swear it.”

You inhaled, your heart screaming at you to just say yes.

And then you did.

“Okay.”

His eyes widened. “Wait—seriously?”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yes, dumbass. Seriously.”

For the first time that night, Katsuki actually looked stunned.

Then, without thinking, he grabbed you—one arm wrapping around your waist, the other cupping your face as he kissed you hard.

You gasped against his mouth, but it only took a second before you melted into him, gripping his shirt as he kissed you like he was making up for lost time.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathless.

“I won’t fuck this up again,” he murmured.

You smiled, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “You better not.”

He smirked. “Guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of my life provin’ it to you, huh?”

Your heart swelled. “Guess so.”

And as he kissed you again, you knew—this time, you weren’t letting go.

***

The reunion was long over by the time you and Katsuki stumbled out into the parking lot. The cool night air kissed your flushed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his body beside you. Your hand was clasped tightly in his, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his thumb traced soft, nervous circles against your knuckles—an almost boyish fidget you’d never seen from him before.

He glanced at you, crimson eyes flicking down to your lips. The hunger in his gaze made your stomach flip, and your body responded instinctively, leaning closer.

“Gonna keep lookin’ at me like that all night?” he rumbled, voice low and dangerous.

You smirked, emboldened by the rush of adrenaline. “Depends. You gonna do something about it?”

A growl escaped him, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Get your ass in the car.”

He dragged you to his sleek black car—an obnoxiously expensive model you recognized from countless magazine covers. The Hero Dynamight’s flashy ride. The moment the doors unlocked, Katsuki shoved the driver’s seat back, giving himself enough space before pulling you in.

The second the door clicked shut, his hands were on you. Rough, calloused palms skimmed up your thighs, dragging your dress higher as he crashed his mouth against yours. The kiss was all heat and desperation—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a groan rumbling from his chest when you bit his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he grunted, dragging you closer until you straddled him, knees pressing into the soft leather of his seat.

His hands roamed possessively—one gripping your hip, the other trailing up your spine before tangling in your hair. He tugged just hard enough to force your head back, exposing the length of your throat. Hot lips brushed against your pulse point, nipping and licking, and you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out.

“Katsuki—”

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice a growl against your skin.

“Katsuki,” you repeated, breath hitching.

His mouth latched onto the curve of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a signature of sorts. Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the firm lines of muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Missed this,” he muttered against your skin, palms squeezing your hips. “Missed you.”

The admission sent a jolt through you. “Me too,” you breathed.

Katsuki’s eyes burned as he reached for the buttons of your dress, nimble fingers making quick work of them. The fabric slid off your shoulders, pooling around your waist and exposing the lacy bra you’d picked out on a whim. His gaze lingered, hunger darkening his eyes as he traced the curve of your breasts.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped, large hands cupping you through the lace. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of your nipples, teasing until they hardened beneath his touch.

Heat pooled low in your belly, and you rolled your hips against him, dragging a ragged groan from his throat. You could already feel him hard against your thigh, straining against his jeans.

“Impatient?” you teased, breathless.

He smirked, fingers sliding beneath your bra to flick your nipple. “You’re talkin’ a lot of shit for someone already so wet for me.”

You bit back a whimper as his hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of your dress. Rough fingers pressed against your clothed core, feeling the dampness already seeping through.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he drawled, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Heat flushed your face as he pressed two fingers against your slit, rubbing slow circles that had your thighs trembling. He pushed your panties aside, a satisfied grunt rumbling from him when he felt how slick you were.

“Shit,” he muttered, eyes blazing. “Didn’t even fuckin’ touch you yet.”

Your head fell back as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right. A soft moan slipped past your lips, and he took advantage, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss.

“More,” you gasped, hips rocking against his hand.

He complied, slipping in another finger, pumping them slowly before picking up the pace. The lewd sound of your arousal filled the car, mixing with your soft moans and his rough growls.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he grunted, pulling his fingers free. The slick sheen coating them had his eyes flashing dangerously. He brought them to his mouth, tongue dragging over them as he hummed appreciatively. “Still taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

A whine escaped you, and Katsuki’s lips curled into a cocky grin. “Impatient little thing.”

Your hands found his belt, fumbling in your haste to unbuckle it. Katsuki’s lips found your jaw, trailing heated kisses down your throat as he reached to help, shoving his jeans and boxers down enough to free his length.

You bit your lip as you looked down. He was as intimidating as you remembered—thick and heavy, tip already flushed.

“See somethin’ you like?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, but your hands wrapped around him anyway, earning a low, guttural curse. He was hot and hard beneath your touch, and you stroked him slowly, relishing the way his eyes narrowed.

“Quit teasin’,” he growled.

“I thought you liked a challenge?” you taunted.

He shot you a glare that melted into hunger as you lined yourself up, pushing your panties aside and sinking down onto him. The stretch was intense, a burn that quickly melted into pleasure as you took him inch by inch.

Katsuki’s head fell back against the headrest, a strangled groan escaping him. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in as he fought for control.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “Tight as ever.”

You gasped as he thrust up, filling you to the hilt. The angle had sparks dancing behind your eyelids.

“Katsuki—!”

He smirked, teeth catching his bottom lip. “C’mon, move. You can take it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You rocked your hips, setting a rhythm that quickly turned desperate. Katsuki met your movements with bruising thrusts, fingers digging into your hips to keep you steady.

“Always so damn good,” he praised, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Fuckin’ perfect for me.”

Your head fell back, a broken moan spilling out as he angled just right, brushing against that sweet spot.

“There,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Right there—”

Katsuki’s smirk widened, pace turning relentless. “Yeah? Like that?”

“Yes—fuck—Katsuki!”

His grip tightened as he thrust harder, determined to unravel you. Heat coiled tighter, and your breath caught as the wave crashed over you—pleasure stealing your breath, leaving you trembling around him.

Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep, groaning your name as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, you were both still, breaths mingling as you leaned against his chest, bodies sticky and tangled. Katsuki’s fingers brushed soothing circles along your spine.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled against his skin. “Missed you too.”

He smirked. “We’re not done, y’know.”

You blinked. “What?”

The wicked grin spreading across his face sent a shiver down your spine. “Said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

Heat pooled low in your belly again as he bucked his hips. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.”

You bit your lip, grinning. “Bring it on, Dynamight.”

[neuvilette-tea-party]

✶ The venom

Yandere! Naga Lord x Prisoner F!reader x Yandere! Naga Captain — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Nagas!yandere, power imbalance, nobility and prisonner, one sided affection, lovesick, petnames (pet, little one, etc...), size difference, non con, P in V, anal, double penetration, hard fuck, breeding kink, forced creampie (multiple), forced orgasms, kind of Dom(m)/sub(m and f) dynamic, loss of virginity (m), missionary, mating press

You knew... 

You knew there was a risk... 

The raids were frequent lately, but you still went into the forest to gather some medicinal plants, going farther and farther until inadvertently entering His territory.  

Hael the Naga Lord’s territory. 

Before you could do anything, before you could even scream to alert any hunter maybe near you, he wrapped his long body around you, clasping his clawed hand on your mouth with a shhhhhhh. 

“One word, little one... And I dismember you...” He promises with a deep voice dripping poison, “You are quite the catch. What will I do with you, I wonder...” 

And without further ado, he crawled deeper into his lair with you trapped in his embrace, taking you to the heart of his nest for whatever terrible death await you now... 

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This is not how you expected to spend your evening... 

After your chores, serving the Lord all day long, he received the legendary Captain Breezeler. 

A younger, even bigger Naga. 

A deadly warrior. 

Back when you were still among your people, you heard about tells of the young, fiery Naga captain, collecting human king heads all around as they kept raiding into human territories. He became a living legend 

Or rather a living curse... 

You feel so minuscule between the two monsters, they could kill you so easily... And the glance the Captain gave you when he saw you... 

Always the same, always creeping you out. 

Like he wanted to eat you, which is isnt unheard of. Nagas are known to enjoy human flesh as a particularly refined treat. 

Each time he comes here, you feel him near you wherever you go, like he is hunting you down through the lair of the lord. 

You spin to see behind you and you always see the tip of a long serpentine tail disappearing rapidly, and when you resume your walk, you feel a breath down your neck... 

And you don‘t need that in your life right now, you are already busy enough trying to survive your Master.  

You thought you would have the evening for yourself, that they would discuss their legendary differences and mutual hate, or discuss their next assault on the next human kingdom; 

Leaving you alone, like each time they met, allowing you time to breath 

And yet, here you are... 

Your master summoned you into the wretched nest, and they welcomed you by towering over you with all their height. 

Menacingly 

Carnivorously... 

Lord Hael caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lie on Captain Brezeler’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Brezeler that gently ruts inside of you.  

"Do not come, warrior. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself."  

You cannot be sure, but you think you heard the tiniest, quietest whine from the Captain Brezeler.  

Lord Hael keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum.  

He then repositions himself comfortably on the moss bed and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole.  

"Are you ready, little bird?” He hisses like a chant.  

He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears.  

Too much  

This is too much  

You can't  

How could you even...  

"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Pet, I know..." Hael soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Naga cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his claws but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you will manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me, little one."  

He curses in their serpentine language, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his scaly skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to.  

You are so full and literally split in two.   

Lord Hael finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles.  

"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, Pet, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, little bird." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it. Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Lord to fuck you as it pleases him...” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking me. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Naga men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Pet? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes.  

He dramatically pushes his long hair behind his back with a satisfied expression.  

"And what do you think, Captain? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming to my lair with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally.  

Captain Brezeler hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body constricts his big, big cock.  

"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I can’t reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Hael grins sadistically. 

He... Is he serious right now? The Captain is even bigger than him! If the slave talk above him he is going to slit your throat! 

“Pet?” The Lord hisses a warning. 

You gulp. 

"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Lord Brezeler?" You stutter between his hips thrusts.  

"Captain." Hael corrects darkly.  

You wince  

"Ca-Captain?"  

You feel Brezeler’s deep growl emanating from his chest in your back, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him.  

"Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily, "I would... LOVE that, Lady (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-"  

Hael slaps the back of Brezeler’s head with his brows frowned.  

"Do not address her so formally. She is Pet, or little one to you."  

"Ah-ah...! Yes, Pet...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan.  

Hael squints, looking at the both of you in silence.  

"Can I cum?" Brezeler asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms.  

"You would love that, don’t you?" Hael asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..."  

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Brezeler pants heavily   

"Well you cannot!"  

Brezeler instantly digs his claws deep into your flesh and throws his head violently backward against the edge of the nest. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Lord.  

But it is... Difficult  

"Come on, warrior. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Lord Hael tilts his head mockingly.  

Brezeler keeps his mouth closed, but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig into your hips.  

Hael lowers himself to your ear.  

"I know you are, Little pet. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, Captain." Hael declares, disinterested in Brezeler's despair.  

"Hung... My Lord..." Brezeler huffs, at the very limit of his patience and willpower.  

Hael only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.  

"What, warrior? What power do you think you hold in this nest? You are here to serve and please me. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you little one? You have had enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know, pet, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly, holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Brezeler.  

"Lord,” Captain Brezeler growls, "You promised me."  

"I know what I promised you, warrior. But if you want your prize, you’d better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering this lair. Yes or no?"  

You hear a snarl behind your back.  

"Yes or no, warrior?"  

"...Yes."  

"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested in knowing if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Loard Hael growls, pissed off by Brezeler’s insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Brezeler that seems to try to hold you back.  

But he learns his lesson, and lets the Lord take you.  

"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege that a lot of other Nagas tried to gain from me, but I gave to none. Do you hear me, warrior? You will be the first."  

Brezeler seems to subside as he takes the measure of Hael’s words and the immense present given to him.  

"So? Can I count on you, or should I kick you out now?" Hael demands royally.  

"Yes, Lord Hael." Brezeler agrees, his teeth gritted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-"  

"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Hael closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready, my sweet?”  

He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through, he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times.  

"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, little pet. What would I do if my favorite toy were broken?. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me."  

One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second hand fondles your nervous bud and starts playing with it.  

"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, Pet. I barely touched your little pearl, and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your our dear Captain ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!"  

Brezeler whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Hael orders, only caressing your hips with his thumbs.  

"I think you are ready, little one. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Hael starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Naga cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? You are my personal fucktoy, my beloved little doll to breed until morning came... Him? I will exceptionally lend you to him for the soiree, but you can refuse if you want..." He teases mercilessely 

Like they would ever take your opinion into account...  

Brezeler growls a warning.  

"Of course, little bird, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish, I can send him back right now."  

You do not see it, but it is evident Hael is smiling sadistically at Brezeler with all the haughtiness of a Lord while Brezeler must be shooting him dead with his glare.  

"What do you think, pet? Do you want him gone? Tell me…”  

Yes 

You want him gone 

Both of them 

But you value your head on your neck still 

"No." You weakly gasp, already feeling your brain melting away under Hael’s mean hip thrusts.  

"No, my sweet?” His tone drips with venom “Oh, you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out."  

Brezeler snarls in response and Hael sniggers, audibly satisfied.  

"Well, Captain? Aren’t you happy our toy wants us both?." Hael orders  

"Th-thank you, Prin-Pet..." Brezeler grunts, his body heat skyrocketing.  

"'Thank you, Pet'? Who is the Captain here again?"  

"I-I knew she.. Desperately wanted... To be used by us both." Brezeler corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Hael's cock.  

"Better." Hael bites, "Now, my pet, where were we? Ah, yes, your delectable little pearl. Captain, since you are useless at the moment, help your little pet and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.”  

You feel Brezeler's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your little clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both.  

Brezeler yelps and Hael groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lie down on Brezeler's tall, wider body as he lies on you in return, hugging you so tightly you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also...  

Possessively.  

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied.  

"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Oh look at yourself. Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing. This is a mess! This is such a good look for you. I want to admire it every day..."  

You open your mouth... Only to let out an incoherent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word.  

You are simply to fucked out.  

"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, little one. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let us do the work." Hael softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek.  

Hael’s ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your flesh hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in thenest with your desperate grunts.  

He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy.  

"You squeeze me so much, pet. This is... A delight !" He huffs.  

Brezeler keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss.  

Desperate for some affection in return.  

Hael releases your body to take support on the tree behind you, looming over you two.   

"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.”  

Hael gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Brezeler's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise as Brezeler licks the blood away.  

Hael releases the tree to place his hands beside your and Brezeler's head, dominating you both.  

Entirely. 

He considers you both, squinting, gauging you both before sniggering 

"Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... Jealous  

"Are you sleeping, warrior? I said, 'lets resume', do you really want me to kick you out?”  

"Understood, my Lord." Brezeler responds, keeping his tone neutral, the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you.  

Having Hael inside always was complicated enough; having Brezeler inside is another level of difficulty.  

Having them both inside, is a miracle.  

But having them both roam into you together must count as manslaughter!  

How?!  

How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells with each passing second.  

And they show no signs of stopping.  

"Focus on my words, pet. Listen to me, I want you to cum with me. I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me?" Hael sweetly asks. 

Like a poisonous treat. 

You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own chin as you forget yourself in the pleasure   

"Focus, my dear. Captain, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Hael demands haughtily.  

Brezeler's hand returns between your and Hael's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Hael's cock.  

"Fuck... I almost cummed hearing you." He says, getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me, little one."  

And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring you out of lust and hunger. He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you.  

"I am so close, sweet little pet. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me?” He almost begs. 

But you know better.  

You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point.  

“Warrior, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?”  

Hael rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Brezeler caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble...  

Hael clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure. 

"Come on, Pet, I know you can do it. Cum with me... Come on, sweet thing. You would not want to anger me, wouldn’t you?"  

The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy, and all the moans and wet sounds make your head spin.  

Hael hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his long cock.  

And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Hael's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb.  

Your orgasm scream is muffled by Hael's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invading your secret temple.   

Hael remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subsides and with it your desperate yelps. 

He reluctantly parts from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss led to softer ones on the tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin.  

"Wonderful, Pet." Hael praises, sighing, "You did it, good girl. Oh, you are drooling all over yourself, little one. Was it that good?" He laughs at you cruelly, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, my sweet pet. You are everything I need in this life."  

You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body.  

"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…”  

Hael lies on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. His tail wraps around one of your legs, moving rhythmically around your limb. You whine as Brezeler doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Hael to look down between your bodies.  

"All right, warrior, enough. I will take it from here." Hael parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please."  

Brezeler immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Hael draws sweet circles on your clit.  

Brezeler ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal.  

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.   

Hael throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Brezeler mates with you like it is his last day on earth. 

"That is not displeasing at all. Keep going a little more, warrior." Hael hums.  

Brezeler grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace.  

Oh dear maker...!  

It is like a horse pounding into you.  

This is such a trial.  

This so hard.  

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust.  

"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward.  

Hael who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you. 

"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. Of course you can if I order you." He grins at you   

"I-I... I can’t..."  

"Shhhhhhhh. Of course you can, and knowing you, it won’t be the last time. Turn your head and look at your Captain. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Pet. Can you? Look at his face, so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.”  

You get lost in your admiration of Brezeler's face. He looks so harsh, but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours, you can see all the desperation, the hope, and the lust.  

 All that his heart is capable.  

His eyes shine bright, begging you not to refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life. 

“Come on, Pet. What would happen to my honor if my possession doesn’t eagerly serve my guests?”Lord Hael’s let hang over your head. 

You gulp and lean forward to kiss Brezeler’s cheek.  

He comes undone instantly. 

When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside.  

You cannot refrain from the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot milky seed flooding your guts.  

You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over.  

Brezeler's body relaxes and hits the moss under him as all his strength escapes him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat, and his large chest rises up and down rapidly.  

Hael considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger.  

"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt.  

Hael silently admires his work on you.  

"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I do not have our favorite plug on hand."  

"Lord..." Brezeler intervenes with a hiss, still panting.  

"Yes, I know, warrior. I did not forget.”  

Hael leans on the side to retrieve a chalice of water. You look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted.  

You cry as he gulps down the glass himself, craving that fresh water in your throat. But Hael leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips.  

He raises back to admire the obscene scene in his nest, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.    

He suddenly slaps Brezeler’s thick tail.  

"All right, Captain. She is all yours.”  

 You frown, exhausted, as Hael simply slithers out of the nest casually.  

You yelp as you feel Brezeler seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. More considerate than your Master, he does it very slowly, not to upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty.  

"Oh fuck!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased. 

To your distress.  

Brezeler kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him in the large nest and... Rolls on top of you.  

You gulp, Brezeler looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his serpentine eyes.  

"Hum... Captain?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Master Hael promise you exactly?"  

"Your sweet pussy." Hael reenters the nest with a glass of human wine in his hand  

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous  

With his size?!  

No! 

Nono nononono nonononono no no!  

There are reasons why Hael got your pussy :   

-Hael never allowed another male to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.   

- Especially Brezeler with his measurements!  

There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him.  

Like water is wet and fire is hot, Brezeler doesn’t fit.  

You look back at Brezeler, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. A cruel joke at the expense of the captive girl, terrified for her life. 

But he looks incredibly serious and...  

Determinated. 

And crazy. 

"Master! Please!" You protest, putting your hands on Brezeler's pecs to prevent him from lying on you.   

"Relax, pet. I know you can do it." He responds incredibly disinterested.  

"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry.  

"We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles.  

"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Brezeler whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice... I will be tender. I dream of this night since I saw you for the very first time..."  

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy.  

"Go on, warrior. A human woman's desire dies quickly." Hael instructs.  

Brezeler angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You can’t believe he is about to crush you to pieces...  

You can believe he kisses you like a lover when he is your torturer. 

He brushes your noses together and sits on his tail, grabbing your hips in his large hands, and aligns himself against your entrance.  

His shaft is already proudly erect once again, as nothing can tire Nagas. He plays with the tip for three seconds before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum, spilling again.  

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size.  

He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh.  

"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal.  

"Language, pet." Hael warns. 

You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating.  

"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt.  

Brezeler keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment.  

"... Fuck... Please!" You beg, out of your mind. 

"Relax, (Y/n)." Brezeler coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your nose again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles.  

You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart.  

This is so hard!  

You feel like you are dying.  

And finally  

He stops  

"Breath, my sweet, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face  

"Captain.. Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pant and cry, feeling a tear rolling down your cheek.  

Brezeler licks the tear with a purr.  

"Yes, you can, my little pet. Of course you can, you are so good for me, I know you can do it." he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you.  

You stutter several time  

"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted.  

"Yes, you can." he kisses you softly. "The Lord prepared you well. I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips.  

He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is sickly sweet and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. It makes you feel like he loves you, his lips brushing yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom.  

But why would he loves you? You are a possession, a prisoner. 

A prey to toy with before devouring it. 

You gasp and beg for Brezeler's mercy, but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper...  

"Oh fuck...!" You sob  

"Breathe, my sweet, tell me if it hurts." Brezeler comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself.  

It doesn’t hurt exactly, it's just...  

Too much!  

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."  

"Almost there, little one. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.”  

Brezeler clasps one of his clawed hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together, and locking you with him.  

"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in Naga language you do not know.  

"How is it for you, warrior?" Hael mocks, "How are you holding on?"  

"... With difficulties." Brezeler admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that."  

Hael laughs, tremendously amused.  

"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, warrior? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?"  

Brezeler gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O.  

Finally  

You feel his hips against yours...  

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle.  

Brezeler trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow.  

For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely.  

"So? How is it?" Hael slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, warrior?"  

"A lot...!" Brezeler breathily responds.  

You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before. 

"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, Captain... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.”  

Brezeler's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock. He roars like a beast, his long, pointy teeth gritted shut, refusing to back down before the Lord of Nagas.  

"You are sure of yourself, warrior, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Hael keeps teasing.  

"I can." Brezeler leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, my Lord."  

Hael laughs.  

"You think I worry about you? Learn a little thing, warrior, you are EXACTLY where I want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.”  

"How so?" Brezeler asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness.  

"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Hael responds haughtily.  

Brezeler gives him a side eye, suspicious, but refocuses on you and his sternness softens a bit.  

"I am going to move, my sweet." He announces gently.  

What’s with the ‘my sweet’ with him? 

You greet your teeth in the sheer effort to not break down in his arms.  

Brezeler slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the wet moss under you, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult   

Brezeler tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips.  

"What are you waiting for, Captain? Kiss her." Hael seems to be losing his patience. "Are you getting shy all of a sudden?"  

Brezeler licks his lips before lying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size, and your lips meet for a kiss. 

Sickly sweet 

Sickly tender 

Like those creatures were capable of love, but you know better.  

"Go on. Kiss her as she loves it, use your tongue, rob her of her breath, and make her head spin." Hael instructs  

Next thing you know, Brezeler's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You reluctantly accept, and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and a languid, sensual experience.  

You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion.  

"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.”  

Brezeler’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly.  

Brezeler's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex.  

"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? That’s how you treat a woman, do you understand?"  

"Yes, my Lord..." Brezeler tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused.  

Hael looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He approaches his large nest, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly.  

"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction.  

Brezeler obeys, grabbing your hips, he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest, and lies over you.  

You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea.  

"How does it feel, warrior? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Hael asks with a lopsided grin.  

"Ye-Yes'..." Brezeler nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences.  

"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl."  

Brezeler gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee.  

"Continue, Captain. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..."  

Brezeler's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the root next to your head and you can actually hear him break it apart with his claws, reducing it to pieces.  

"What do you think, soldier? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Hael asks in a secretive tone  

But something in his voice is...rotten  

Like his words are dripping of pure poison  

"Yes, Lord! It is fantastic!" Brezeler declares, getting lost in his sensations.  

"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that, pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Hael smiles at you, booping your nose.  

Then Hael suddenly grabs Brezeler's long hair and yanks his head backward violently.   

Brezeler whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Hael doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission.  

"Now listen, soldier.” He spits, “You may be a genius on the Battlefield, but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?”  

Brezeler growls. 

But submit  

"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."   

Brezeler resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward.  

"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of naga who begged me for one night in her arms. But I refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?"  

"...They were not worth your time?" Brezeler hisses between his teeth.  

"And that would make YOU worth it, maybe?" Hael mocks, "I had nothing to gain by giving them access to her embrace. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Hael hisses between gritted fangs, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet, but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Hael continues snarling, "For you see, this honor will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You will wish to remain in this breeding nest, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts.  

Brezeler remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going.  

"But, if you wish to remain, you must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?"  

Hael shakes him again before his mutism.  

"I pity you, Brezeler, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less."  

"What makes you think that?" Brezeler finally broke his silence.  

"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Hael reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back my harem? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Brezeler, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Naga will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Hael enunciates clearly, like his long years as a ruler taught him "But... If you accept my terms, I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect from you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"   

"Be more precise in your offer." Brezeler negotiates.  

"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle in other fae’s affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put our youngs in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY pet." Hael hisses the 'my', "You will be free to flirt and to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Hael presses his lips to Brezeler's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.”  

Brezeler seems to freeze, eyes focused on his Lord, debating in himself whether he was telling the truth.  

"You heard me right, boy." Hael smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human darling. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around the forest with your legacy inside of her for all Nagas to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Hael’s words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Brezeler, already slipping down the slope.  

"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Brezeler demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced.  

"They will live with her and me, they will receive the Family’s protection and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back from the battlefields, you can take them to your territory to have them all to yourself, I do not care."  Hael lowers himself down to Brezeler's level again "If you play your cards right, Brezeler, you will secure what every Naga parent craves for their descendants: privileges and security from the humans. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Naga breeding instincts to your heart’s content and protect all your children with my status.”  

Brezeler chest rises up and down rapidly.  

"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."   

Brezeler presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself.  

"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my darling. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me."  

Hael turns his head to you, with a knowing grin.  

"What do you think, pet? Wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young naga's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?"  

You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolling inside your head.   

You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now. 

Thank the Warrior Brezeler is so focused on Hael's words his rut is less powerful.  

Allowing you to just... Breathe  

"Mmmmmh... Look at her Captain, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Hael muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Naga clan." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly.  

"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Clan..."  

"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, soldier." Hael's tone hardens, "Be loyal to your lord without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Family. That! Is the Naga way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Brezeler." Hael whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate goal: perpetuating the race."  

Brezeler's muscles contract as his breath deepens, terribly interested, drinking Hael's words like honey.  

"You are a good Naga, Brezeler. I know it." Hael soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, and giving you a reason to fight the human kingdoms. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in everyday life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?"  

Hael caresses the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Brezeler's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love.  

"You have only one word to say, Brezeler, and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?”  

"..."  

"What did you say, soldier? Speak clearly, I did not hear you!" Hael demands regally.  

"...Yes... Yes, yes...!" Brezeler repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce.  

Hael considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Captain  

Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed.  

Finally.  

"Good, soldier, good." He playfully boops the tip of Brezeler's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Brezeler's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.”  

Brezeler grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough.  

He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his slitted tongue, letting out a long moan. He licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin.  

He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest of your dying attention with his bright slitted eyes.  His eyes shine so brightly that the pupils disappeared altogether, and the moonlight is useless with two pairs of Naga eyes.  

He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward.  

He slips out of you, leaving just his tip...  

Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him. 

And rams his whole size back in with full force  

You let out a scream  

It feels like a bull run over you.  

He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you  

You try to take a big breath, but each of his hip undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain, but all words die in your throat.  

Brezeler keeps going.  

Accelerate his pace  

Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a sex toy, rapidly, deeply and greedily. 

"Fuck!" Brezeler curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, my sweet! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "You feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!"  

The tree roots complain and crack under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities.  

"Please, sweet thing, please!" Brezeler begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you bear my children? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion, he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams.  

"That’s... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Hael says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session.  

"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Brezeler grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Love...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Gods, this is so good, I cannot stop!"  

"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count, soldier." Hael pats Brezeler’s shoulders with two fingers and slithers outside the bedroom towards his library, "Have fun, you two."  

"I can feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please, Love..." Brezeler’s voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you, my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Brezeler chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?"  

Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Brezeler’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you.  

"S-Sir...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-"  

"And all of it is for you, love! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Lord was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh, you cursed me, Love! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!"  

"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I can’t take that much inside me!" You cry, "Oh god..!"  

"I can’t!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh, you feel AMAZING!”  

"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!"  

"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.   

You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.   

"That was GLORIOUS, my love! Oh, keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!”  

Brezeler roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body.  

"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"   

The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously.  

"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! Hell!" Brezeler starts to get delirious between your thighs; gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Captain.  

You now have a true animal between your thighs  

"Oh- Oh Gods....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising in your veins.  

"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!"  

He gives a final, fated twist to your pearl, and you scream for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shreds! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Brezeler’s large body.  

Brezeler gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as violent and desperate, and he comes undone inside you.  

You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy.  

Your body suddenly...Fall  

Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, madness... Just snaps, and all your strength leaves you entirely, and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress of moss helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Brezeler's entire mercy...  

He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented, like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you, or rather devours you with his fiery eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him...  

Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace, and in your debilitating daze, you can pick up on the fact that he started purring.  

You break down crying. You sob and hiccup uncontrollably as Brezeler embraces you tightly, still buried in you.  

"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Love... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry, my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, it is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with yours tenderly, trying to soothe you, but you keep crying, "Hug me as as hard as you need, my love, my body is at your entire disposal."  

You don’t. 

You gasp and whine as he presses your body tight in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your sweaty skin. 

You shake 

Immobile 

Stunned. 

What’s wrong with them?  

Why does it have to happen to you? 

Why- 

“I am so jealous of the Lord. I know he has you every night, all for himself to enjoy and love. I could not let a chance pass to share and breed you.” He coos, "You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and whispers so low you barely hear him, "I love you…”  

"Dear God, you took your sweet time!" Hael barges into the nest, a stolen book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Brezeler's arms, "...What's happening here?" He stops dead in his tracks.    

Brezeler looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes.  

"I may have-"  

“Did you break her?!” Hael shouts 

He throws the book across the nest, and immediately runs to your side, "Pet? Are you all right? Look at me, Darling..."  

You sob as Hael forces Brezeler to release you, hugging your upper shoulders, "Hell, what did this brute do to you, Darling? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my pet, dry your tears, your master is here."  

You dig your nails in the moss under you. 

You want all of this to end. 

But you can’t escape their grubby hands. 

"Lord, I-" Brezeler tries.  

"Not a word, warrior." Hael cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go."  

"Please, My Lord, I just..." Brezeler insists, but closes his mouth before Hael's terrible gaze.  

"Leave, warrior. You are no longer welcome in my breeding nest."  

Brezeler slides back, a stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Lord in submission.  

He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore.  

Hael sits down on his large tail and hugs you tight, whispering sweet lies into your ears. He cradles you, kissing the top of your head.  

"I know, pet, I know. Try to give a beast some food, and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn it’s place." He hisses, looking at Brezeler crawling back.  

Brezeler turns to both of you, in his golden chains of honors, his usual stern expression on his face.  

"Thank you for allowing me to come tonight." Brezeler bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. "I am sorry, Love. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am."  

And he slithers away, leaving you alone with the Lord.  

"Good riddance." Hael keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear.   

His clawed hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see.  

He hisses  

"Such a crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle others’ property with more care."  

“I am not... Your property...” You forces between your gritted teeth. 

A last defying stunt. 

Your master immediately grabs your chin to force you to look at him, his slitted eyes looking furiously at you. 

“What did you say, pet?” He asks incredibly coldly, instilling fear into your stomach 

You gulp down, terrified and weak before him. 

“I own your life, I own your body. I can break it how I want. I could allow all the Nagas that ask me to have their way with you, and a lot are less careful than we both are.” He lets you know, “I own this pussy and I’ll use it how it please me.” 

This is a threat as much as it is a promise. 

“And you better prepare yourself, little one. For each baby you will give that animal, you will give me two. Open those legs, we are not done for the night...” 

[elysianstarfall]

blue lock boys w/ a super expressive reader (hcs)

summary: your emotions are always written all over your face, and your actions are also a dead giveaway. what does your boyfriend think?

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

a/n: god i hope this makes sense

i. yoichi

LOVES IT. SO MUCH.

he's always using so much brainpower trying to figure out what his teammates/opponents are thinking

so when he can tell how you're feeling with one look at your face, he's genuinely so happy

his brain is fried, he deserves a break

doesn't mean he doesn't care about you though!!

still has to figure some stuff out, but most of the time he notices your mood and adjusts to match it

you're really excited about something? he tries his best to get into it too

you're lowkey depressed? he softens his voice and listens to you intently

gets you whatever you need

the second he sees you're uncomfortable or something he tries his best to get you out of the situation even at his own expense

will embarrass himself to make you feel better

you always tell him he's the best bf ever but you seriously make it so easy for him to be

b. meguru

"you're just like me fr..."

yeah he's basically the same

you guys literally just sync up by accident

like if one of you is happy, the other one's mood just instantly gets better too??

bluetooth ahh relationship

also, miscommunication? what's that?

you know each other's feelings so well that misunderstandings are pretty much nonexistent

if something's wrong, it's so obvious

like if you're moping he'll make you talk things out with him or tell him what's wrong

same if he's feeling sad

thinks it's adorable when you're excited and your eyes just straight up light up

he just gets a stupid smile on his face which makes you even happier

cue the never-ending cycle of emotions

you guys are so soulmates

n. seishiro

he's so, so grateful

he doesn't have to put in any work deciphering your emotions? sign him up

consider yourself not a hassle!

it's actually perfect for a lazy guy like him

finds your facial expressions really cute

even when you're just voice calling, he can hear everything you're feeling

like when you laugh or when he can hear your smile when you're talking, he can relax

happy gf = he's doing something right

oh but when you're mad...

save him, he has no clue how to fix it

actually scared to talk to you because you look like you're gonna beat him up

and when you don't even look mad, when you act nonchalant and distant and he can't tell how you're feeling?

yeah, he's cooked and he knows it

will give you an apology with tears

he'd rather avoid that so he tries to keep you happy

m. reo

ok idk why they're all grateful but yeah. he is too.

he's been dealing with nagi's unemotional ass for forever, so he's pleased that someone actually shows their emotions and lets him know how they're feeling

finds it really helpful when he gets you stuff since he knows whether or not you actually liked it

like if your reaction is clearly fake as hell he knows not to get you something like that again

he doesn't take it personally ofc, just uses it to refine his gift-giving abilities

really likes it when you're genuinely happy because of something he gave you

you cannot stop him from blowing insane amounts of money on you

in his eyes you deserve it

just let it happen bro

also he's kind of a romantic and he loves seeing your reactions when he does something cliché or stupid

tells you horrible pick up lines out of nowhere and thinks it's so funny when you actually get flustered

i. rin

he couldn't care less.

JK he's secretly very happy

there's only room for one emotionally unavailable partner in the relationship (him)

so at least one of you can tell how the other's feeling!

thinks it's nice that he can tell when you're mad at him

because let's be real he's lowkey insecure

abandonment issues are not for the weak

so when you reassure him and your expressions and actions are backing it up?

he just fell for you even harder

but when you are mad? ouch

he's a "my gf is mad at me i hope i die" kinda bf but he keeps it very lowkey

will just sulk until he gets so sick of you ignoring him or being mean to him that he awkwardly breaks down and gives you a very sincere apology

hopes you never change because he loves you the way you are

[connorsui]

Twirls and Tulle

All love and Deepspace men x fem reader

synopsis: In a playful moment, you show off your dress and red-bottomed heels

Genre/ warnings: fluff and Slice of Life, light teasing and playful banter, their reactions are exaggerated in all humor, warnings? ..nah …unless u wanna fall on ur face

Note: i love dem red bottomed heels …u know which ones right? ..cuz u bet u wearing dem on this one

w.c: 3.5K

♡♡|| Rafayel

The black tulle sweetheart dress with its off-shoulder sleeves and striking red-bottomed Christian Louboutin heels were a sight to behold as you twirled gracefully, the tulle billowing around you. Rafayel, lounging on the couch with his usual air of confidence, raised an eyebrow in mock surprise as he watched.

“Well, look at you,” he said with a playful smirk. “Trying to steal the show before the ball even starts?”

You laughed and gave another spin, the dress flaring out around you. “Just wanted to see if all of this would make me look beautiful, that’s all…”

Rafayel’s eyes followed every twirl, his amusement evident. “Beautiful is an understatement… But if your goal is to rile me up, it’s definitely working. You look absolutely mesmerizing.” He sat up, his grin widening as he motioned for you to come closer. “Come here. I want to see you up close.”

You approached, and Rafayel effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your waist. “Now that’s a view,” he said, his tone teasing but his touch warm and affectionate. “Just don’t get too used to showing this off to anyone else… I want you to save some of that charm for me later.”

You leaned against him, enjoying the close proximity and the playful banter. “Please! Who said it was going to be for anyone else besides you?” Rafayel’s confident yet warm demeanor made the moment feel light and enjoyable, with his teasing adding a touch of fun to the elegance of the dress.

♡♡|| Sylus

The room echoed with the soft rustle of your dress as you looked in front of the three full-length mirrors, the off-shoulder sleeves and red-bottomed heels added a refined touch to your look. Unbeknownst to you, Sylus was leaning against the doorway with a brooding expression, captivated by the sight of you twirling like a precious gem.

He pushed himself off the wall, his red eyes flashing with a mix of admiration and frustration. “You’re making it incredibly hard to concentrate,” he said, his voice carrying a rare softness. “That dress and those heels… They’re a stunning distraction.”

You paused, catching his gaze and smiling playfully. “I just wanted to see how it all moves together before we leave --- Do you think it’s too much...?”

Sylus’s gaze softened, his authoritative demeanor giving way to a more intimate tone. “Too much? No, besides, I don’t think you realize just how captivating you are in that dress. It’s making me want to tear it off you… but then I’d be ruining a masterpiece.”

His voice dipped lower, laced with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, he closed the distance between you, cupping your face gently with his hands. His lips brushed against yours with a featherlight touch at first, teasing, as if testing your resolve. Then the kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, full of restrained intensity as he drew you closer.

His hands roamed to your waist, the heat of his touch igniting your skin through the fabric. Sylus’s usual dominance was replaced with something more intimate, a rare tenderness in his movements as he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“I should’ve warned you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. “I don't think we are going anywhere anytime soon now"

♡♡|| Zayne

You twirled gracefully inside the elegant, spacious closet, smiling as you admired your new dress. The black Christian Louboutin heels, with their signature red bottoms, added a bold touch of sophistication to your outfit. Zayne, who had been quietly leaning against the doorframe, observed you with a rare softness in his hazel-green eyes as they widened slightly, captivated by the sight of you.

Each spin made the tulle of your dress flow beautifully, the fabric catching the soft light. Zayne, usually reserved, set his book aside and rose from his chair, his gaze never leaving you. “I didn’t think it was possible for a dress to look so... exquisite on someone,” he murmured, his voice low, tinged with admiration.

You giggled, twirling once more, letting the dress swirl around you. “You really think it looks alright? I swear to you it seemed so much more glamorous on the manne-”

Zayne closed the distance between you in a few quiet steps, his presence calm and steady. Without a word, he cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips to meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The gesture was gentle but full of unspoken affection, his actions speaking volumes where his words often fell short.

As the kiss ended, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. With a graceful movement, he extended his hand. “Now… may I?”

You placed your hand in his, and Zayne guided you into a slow, deliberate spin. His touch was steady, his hold on you protective, as if ensuring you wouldn’t stumble in those heels. There was a subtle concern in the way he held you close, as if guarding you from the world, his affection apparent in every delicate movement. His quiet nature didn’t need grand gestures; it was the way he moved with you, how he silently showed his care, that spoke the loudest.

♡♡|| Xavier

You were admiring yourself in the mirror, twirling gently when Xavier entered the room. His blue eyes widened in genuine awe as he took in the sight of you, the soft movement of the dress accentuating your beauty in a way that left him momentarily speechless.

“You… you look stunning,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper as he cautiously approached you, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

You giggled, turning to face him. “What? Does it look strange? I wasn’t even sure this dress would look right on me, to be honest.”

“N-no,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I just didn’t think it was possible for you to be even more beautiful than you already are.”

You smiled at his words, then spun gracefully, letting the fabric of the dress flow around you for his viewing. The way his gaze followed your every move was endearing, full of quiet admiration.

“I could watch you like this forever,” Xavier murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity as he stepped closer, gently reaching out to steady you as you came to a stop. “You’re… incredible. I wouldn’t mind if you stayed like this a bit longer.”

Your heart warmed at his bashful tone, and you nodded, smiling softly. Xavier’s confidence grew just a touch as he took your hand, guiding you into a slow, elegant spin. His touch was light but steady, his grip reassuring yet tender. His eyes never left yours as you moved together, his calm demeanor and the warmth radiating from his gaze making the moment feel even more intimate.

The silence between you was comfortable, his presence gentle and protective. As you danced, it was as if the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you, swaying softly in each other’s arms.

I want a cute black dress with sum heels ...somebody plz donate to my gofundme so ur girl can look good on the runway 💔

[hbosscreations]

I had wanted to make one for a bit, but after your piece from the gotcha for Gaza I was really inspired.

Nothing would make me happier than for him to have real merch! I would love a Noah poster to go right next to my Tefé Holland Swamp Thing. Maybe if we he all love him hard enough, that can be a reality one day.

Hi, I wanted you to know that I loved your redesign of Noah Ikumelo so much that I used it as a template for my Noah pop. Johnstantine doesn't look quite so lonely anymore!

He still needs to be sealed and his hair properly attached, but overall I think he turned out pretty well.

Homigosh this is so cool!? Like indirect AU fanart?? Noah looks so good, he deserves a world where he's popular enough for merch. You captured all the little details so nicely!! So glad that lil Johnstantine isn't alone anymore now :')

[ninikrumbs]

This love

pairing: spencer reid x reader. pure fluff. spencer reid is a yearner of the highest order. established relationship. First spencer reid fic, hope I got it right. Summary: After a long and exhausting case, Spencer's feet leads him right to your doorstep. word count: 900 words.

Spencer stared up at your apartment building, specifically at your dark apartment window. Considering how late it was, the streets were silent and the air was crisp. He felt like a stalker, but after such a long and exhausting case, his feet somehow led him straight here. To you.

But it was midnight, you were probably asleep, tired from your own day job so he didn’t wanna disturb you no matter how much he just wanted to melt into your embrace and hear you say his name in that tender way only you knew how.

For now, this was enough. It was enough to have you close by even if you were three floors away. Just the thought of your slumbering form under the warm covers comforted him, chasing away the monsters that often plagued his mind after a case. You had that power over him. Your touch was magic, and your arms a solace. He didn’t believe in any religion, but if there was a God out there, he’d thank him endlessly for sending you his way.

Morgan would most likely tease him for being so pathetic, but he didn't care. In fact he prided himself in how gone he was for you, because how lucky a man could he be to experience this soul consuming type of love.

His gaze never strayed from your window, you blinds swaying slightly from the breeze. Maybe another hour or two, then he’d leave. He’ll definitely see you tomorrow.

“Spence?”

His head snapped to the sound of your voice so quickly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he heard a crack. There you were under the streetlights,a plastic bag in hand, in your sleep shorts and your-or should he say his oversize hoodie. Your hair was a bit of a mess and there wasn’t trace of makeup on you face. Yet, you were absolutely beautiful and it took it his breath away every time.

It only took him two long strides to get you, strong arms immediately pulling you into his chest. The sigh of relief he let out was palpable, his worries melting away as he breath you in, leaning down to tuck his face into your neck. You drop your plastic bag, and try to hug him back as best as you could in his tight embrace.

Once he was temporarily sated, -because lets be honest, he will never be able to have his fill of you— it could have been minutes or hours, he didn’t know. He pulled back just enough to see your face, one hand caressing your cheek, the other holding you by your waist. “What are you doing outside?”

His tone wasn’t accusatory or demanding, it was soft and gentle, and genuinely curious and worried as to why your walking the streets alone in the middle of the night.

You smile softly, leaning into his touch, amusement dancing in your eyes. “I should be asking you that, Spence.”

“I-” He could feel the blood rush to his ears and cheeks, “-I wanted to see you.”

Smiling cheekily, you gave his forehead a light tap with your pointer finger, “Why didn’t you call me then?”

“I thought you were asleep so I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

You tilt your head, “Yet you came anyway?”

He smiled bashfully, a bit embarrassed that you found out about his stalkish tendencies. “I wanted to be close to you regardless.”

You stared at him in disbelief, “Oh, Spence.”

Standing on you tiptoes, you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him close once more. His hands found your waist as he leaned his chin on your shoulder with his eyes fluttering shut.

“Long case?” You whisper softly against his neck. He hums in response.

You ran a hand through his curly locks. “I'm here.”

Those two words made him hold on to you tighter. You were here. And it made a world of difference,

After a moment, you pulled away and grasped his hand, “Lets go inside.”

“Okay.” His eyes land on your plastic bag, finally noticing it. His refined senses don’t seem to work as fast around you. “Did you go to the convenience store?”

You grinned, “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I decided to buy some unhealthy convenience store food.”

He felt bad for thinking this, but he could help but be a little happy that you couldn’t sleep.

Once inside your apartment, your eyes traced over Spencer’s relaxed state as he pulled out the contents of your food haul on the kitchen counter, a big comparison to the tension in his body when you saw him standing in front of your building.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yeah?”His big hazel eyes met yours and your almost forgot what to say.

Making your way to his side, you leaned your head on his shoulder as you intertwined both of your fingers together. His hand almost swallowing yours whole. The sight making you smile. “Next time you wanna see me, just call me, okay?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

You raised your head and looked at him seriously, “You’re right, I don’t, but I want to do this, Spence. Because you have to know, I want to see you just as much as you want to see me. I doesn’t matter what time it is, text me, call me, or throw a rock at my window. Anything works.”

He laughed at the last one, “Throw a rock? Won’t we wake your neighbors?”

“I don’t really care.” Its true, you don’t care because if this man needs you, you will damn be there.

His smile widened into a grin as he leans into you, pressing his forehead onto yours, hands trailing up to caress your warm cheeks. “I hope you know I don’t deserve you.”

You clasped your hands over his, lifting your chin enough to press a chaste kiss on his lightly chapped lips. “For the first time in your life you’re wrong, Dr. Reid. Your the only one who does.”

AN: Obsessed with criminal minds lately, especially our boy genius.

[theogonize]

youngest intern in the history of ppth's oncology. thats you.

"you're still here?" wilson calls out to the void seemingly. your head peaks out from the crowded shelves of the lab to give him a nod.

oh this is bad.

this is not what you need. you dont need you're hot boss to distract you when you're trying to conduct some tests he asked you to. especially not when you haven't slept in 2 days and have had copious amounts of coffee in your system making you jittery. you dont need him to increase your heart rate to the point where your capillaries explode. oh you're gonna fuck up somehow. you're tell him you like him. because lord knows you do. your boss. you have a silly schoolgirl crush on your pathetically gorgeous boss. the kind that makes you nauseous and unwell because he's just so, so pretty. and you'd end up telling him that you'd risk it all if he just gave you the chance.

but you like this job. you need this job. you can't let it go just because you've got a thing for older men with kind eyes whose soft lips spill praises like...

"you there?"

"mhm" you gulp. somehow your mouth is really fucking dry. good god, james wilson. good fucking god. you just want to rub your face on his chest like a cat. you need him to touch you. to pet you. to run his deft fingers refined from years of surgery and paperwork and everything else through your hair or something... what's wrong with you? there's a pit in your abdomen that needs him. you need him to praise you, like he always does. you need him to look at you, take you in, take advantage of you. just dear lord do something. not just stand there and express concern as your employer. just come closer, please, your mind whimpers to him.

"i really think you should rest. we've made considerable progress thanks to your good work and extra hours. you've really proved yourself."

but you don't want this to stop. he thinks you're good. useful. your boss, the intellectual, witty and beautiful man you work for, the best doctor you've met. the one who puts in the hours and effort to better himself in what he does... thinks you did a good job.

wilson does find you admirable. he likes your work ethic, your thirst to prove yourself. he likes your obsession, he compares it to house's sometimes. he likes the way you talk, not much to him for some reason (maybe it's the "boss" thing or...) but everyone else in the oncology department. he likes that you're young and you hold him in high regard. you're always so attentive when he talks, so perceptive, so willing. among those things he commends, the kind of things he can tell his colleagues about, he also likes the tint in your skin when you stand under the dim lighting in the lab. some of it reflecting off your hair, slightly unkempt but beautiful. he likes you without the lab coat. he likes your keen eyes, your smile, your hands, your face, the swoop of your ass, your...

he lets out a deep sigh. wilson likes you. admires you. maybe overstepping his place as your boss, as your mentor, as whatever that is you're making him in your head, the reflection of which he sees in your eyes sometimes. something desperate. aching. calling out his name, as if to say "come heal me". heaven knows he wants to.

and he knows what it is. it's the same look of admiration he gives you. the murky one. the slightly lustful one. he knows what you are. pretty young thing, final year med student, who'd rather flirt with house than chase or foreman. but he'd rather pretend he didnt. rather kid himself into thinking he doesn't care when chase of all people calls you young. that he doesn't feel guilty for wanting you to want him.

but maybe if he played into it long enough, played dumb long enough, made you feel like this is just how he is. just this sweet. if he made you believe that he had a reason to fold his cuffs to reveal his rather slutty forearms, loosen his tie on a late night, take off his coat complaining about the new jersey weather, gaze into your eyes at every occasion he got, all in pure innocence. this isnt flirting. this isn't an old man's desperation and desire permeating his professionalism.

no. this is okay. all he hopes for is that one day you'll give in. confess your love to him like cameron did to house. fight for him. shed a few tears. maybe then he could wipe then off your pretty cheeks and sigh. he could then reject you. just speak those words of "i'm sorry, it's inappropriate and you're much younger than me" into existence. make them real, if only he could use all the rationality in the world to convince himself that he doesn't want you as despicably and carnally as he does.

he shuts his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. no. this isn't right. he'd be taking advantage of you. even if its what you want. even if it could be his little present to you.

"go home, doctor."

he leaves the door of the lab open on his way out.

[sashi-ya]

𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿 +18 figarland shanks x f! reader x figarland shamrock

🩸 tw: one piece manga #1137 spoilers! if you don't know who shamrock is, careful! 🩸 tw 2: mdni. nsfw. threesome. dp. oral. rough. man handling. insults. 🩸 a/n: hi, how you doing ~ I said I wanted to write it, and I did. Did I totally ignore the fact I need to pack my suitcase? yes. And did my slutty needs win? also yes. Please enjoy. Don't expect much characterization about Shamrock or a very accurate relationship with Shanks as we barely know him. also, I now asume the "shanks" on the left is not shanks but Shamrock since he went to see the Gorosei and we all thought it was Shanks. 🩸wc: 1.5k

“Who could have said it was that easy to bring you back home, brother!?” “Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with this”

In between two men that look so alike, and still so different, you find yourself. Restricted by soft, noble hands with ill intentions… you were maybe only a bait.

“It’s ok, Shanks. He didn’t hurt me!” you scream, trying to tame his instincts. You know that the red-haired pirate’s Haki can stop you from breathing -and destroy everything around as well-

“See? She is not lying. I have taken care of her, brother! You shouldn’t leave your little toys scattered around the ports of this world, or else someone else might stole them!” Shamrock Figarland mocks Shanks, yet he does in such refined way it ends up sounding like a truth you might already believe.

Shanks eyes fix on yours; perhaps he knows something you still don’t know. Perhaps, he understands his brother might be right. Leaving you on that port some months ago, crying, feeling used, was something he didn’t want, but ended up doing.

“I must admit you have a great taste, brother. She is such a sweet treat” Shamrock purrs, having your waist surrounded by one of his arms, while his free one caresses your cheek. “Aren’t you?” he continues.

The emperor can’t stop himself; even if Shanks is rarely bothered by immature and stupid actions that are meant to tease him, this time it did actually enraged him.

Gryphon’s edge ends on Shamrocks neck, with you in between two man exhorting dominance and testosterone. Shanks sun bathed skin, with salty traces from the sea… Shamrock’s one, pale, clean, soft, used to the finest things…

“Stop!” you whine, pressed in between their chests. “Stop, please! Stop fighting over me!”

Shamrock laughs; he doesn’t seem disturbed by the burning blade against his carotid, and in fact he keeps adding fuel to the fire.

“You are scaring the lady, brother… do you think she is gonna prefer your brutal attempt to save her instead of being treated like a queen?” he smirks, pulling you against him more and more.

Shanks puts down the sword, slowly. He needs his hand free now, to touch your face, to lure you back at him.

“Should I save you then? Or should I let you choose in between him and I?” he whispers, using his fingers to lift your chin up.

The difference is notorious even though both have the same purpose; possess you. Shank’s calloused hands, versus, soft, never used hands… how to pick just one? If both are irresistibly desirable?

“I don’t wanna choose; I love you, but you left me alone… I don’t love your brother, but he gave me what you took from me” you murmur, perhaps already regretting your decision.

“Ah… then you want us both, don’t you?” Shamrock says, moving your head to look at him instead of his brother.

“You want us both, (Name)?” Shanks asks, this time forcing you to turn your head to him.

Both have their hands on your mandible now; cris crossed, their thumbs close to the commissures of your lips, and their hips plastered against your body. Both hard, both erect. Both desperate to assert dominance, to devour you like beasts, like a hungry dragon.

Oh, sweet prey you must bleed to death in between their jaws. And you are totally fine with that… “I want you both; I want you Shanks. I want you Shamrock-sama”

The tips of his similar swords already cut your clothes, tearing them to pieces, leaving them like rags scattered around you.

Nudity, delicious and tempting, served on a silver platter to them. Shaking, you receive their fangs on each side of your neck, carving marks on your flesh.

Shamrock’s fingers tangle in between your hair, pulling your head back, making your breasts bounce.

The Figarland brothers’ lips abandon your collarbones to kiss your nipples; each attack one; sucking or biting. The difference on stimuli you loudly whine, with legs trembling and slowly failing you to keep standing up.

“Don’t fall, come here” Shamrock lifts you up from your waist, pretty much ripping you from Shanks’ mouth. You get seated on a rocky bed, somehow like a sacrifice altar. Elbaph castles all look the same.

Shanks grunts, watching his brother walk around the cold cot as you lay on your back. And, immediately after, he crawls in between your legs.

The pirate pleasantly finds out you are dripping wet, something he knows very well about you.

“Go first if you wish; as an act of kindness, I’ll let you have her first” the knight spits, acting as if he is the only one commanding. “I’m gonna have her warm mouth around me, anyway”

You gasp, as they both look with pure hatred into each other’s eyes. Yet, the moment breaks as you are given little pats and slaps to look to the side; as Shamrock just said, he wishes your mouth surrounding his sex first.

“Open, baby” he orders, softly. And you do, sticking your tongue out while you wait for his hardness to go deep into your throat.

His white pants don’t even need to go fully down; he is not even bothered to do it; his sex out will be enough. Drippy and delicious, it lands on your tongue. You receive it, pleased.

And as he begins to pump in and out your mouth, you begin moaning and choking.

“Such a slut…” Shanks whispers, looking at your oral spectacle, at the way the corner of your eyes fill with tears as you gag with his brother’s dick.

And, while he thought he cared about your body being used by someone so close but still so different from him, the idea of you being exactly used is what got him harder than ever.

“Now let’s see if your cunt can still handle me” the Yonkou grunts, dragging his palm up and down your sex, getting it coated with your juices. From your perineum to your clit, fast, enjoying the humid feeling of more and more wetness, forcing your legs open as they tend to close in response.

Shanks changes his palm for his two fingers, gladly anticipating the way your walls will clench around his dick when he finally buries deep inside you.

Shamrock laughs while using your face as a fuck hole; a tight grip on your hair to move your head, to make it bob, like you didn’t matter, like you were just made to please his “holly” dick.

“Keep your legs open, little slut” Shanks orders, going faster and harder, masturbating and getting your insides ready for his upcoming intrusion.

And just before you could burst, the redhaired stops the fingering. Maybe to punish you, or maybe just because he can’t wait no more. He needs to replace his fingers for his rock-hard shaft. It has started to hurt from the desire, from the desperation to fuck you.

That desperation, leads the pirate to slide his dick deep inside you without a warning, without any delicacy or love. Just pure madness, making your insides revolve and your body retort.

“Wow, easy brother…” Shamrocks grunts, forcing your mouth to keep surrounding his shaft. “You are gonna break her” he continues, laughing as if he wasn’t doing the same.

“Shut up” Shanks grunts back, going harder, using his arm around your waist to keep you from shaking, manhandling you for his own pleasure. “Keep fucking her, use her, it’s all she wants… slut”

In any other situation you would have feel yourself sad or insulted, but Shanks is right… all you want now is to be used, fucked by them…

“Then, let me fill her whole too” “Now you are asking for permission?” “Come on… you know me, I still have some codes”

Shanks scoffs; stopping his hips from punishing you with brutal rams, he lays flat on his back.

“Come here, ride me and get ready… slut” the pirate commands, allowing you to crawl and straddle your hips on his lap. You let your shaky body to fall on his sex, feeling all the length reaching deeper than ever. “Good girl…”

You start riding him, while Shamrock’s presence quickly surrounds you from behind. He kneels and pushes you from your back to fall a little on Shanks chest. “I’m sure your cunt can handle the Figarland pride just as well” Shamrock whispers on your ear, tickling your shoulder with his long hair, letting his tip slowly slide your already occupied entrance.

It takes barely seconds for both to be finally penetrating you, and also for them to start fucking you at unison. Your hips lost the war, and now it’s theirs that move.

“That’s good slut, that’s very good… you can take us both so well…” “Let us fill you up until you can’t keep it inside…”

You are just a toy, trembling, stretched, used, fucked by two of the strongest men in the world. And what a pleasure it is to know you took the right decision, why picking one if you can have both? ~

[baigepueckers]

Paige Bueckers X Reader

Drawn to You

Paige Bueckers wasn’t one to get distracted.

Not during warmups, not during a game, and especially not during a timeout when the coaching staff was trying to make something out of a chaotic first half. Normally, her focus was like muscle memory refined, sharp, second nature. But tonight, something had been tugging at her attention and will never quite let go.

You.

She didn’t know your name. Just that you were one of the Flight Crew dancers. That you moved like music itself, with rhythm and intention. That you smiled in a way that didn’t beg for attention, but always seemed to have it. Paige didn’t know when she first started noticing you but now she couldn’t stop.

At first, it was during a timeout in the first quarter. She was trying to listen to the assistant coach draw up a baseline inbound play, but her eyes slipped past the clipboard, past her teammates shoulders, toward the far sideline where you were stretching with the rest of the crew. Laughing at something someone said, head tilted back, eyes squinting slightly beneath the blue overhead lights. It should’ve been nothing.

But it wasn’t.

There was something quiet in the way you existed. Something Paige couldn’t name. It wasn’t just the way you danced…though God, that was captivating too. It was the way you looked at people when they talked to you, how you gave them your full attention. The way your hands moved when you spoke, your posture when you stood still, the small kind smile you seemed to offer everyone without expectation.

It unnerved her how easily you settled into her thoughts.

By halftime, she knew she was distracted.

She’d missed a rotation on defense and Arike had given her a look. She’d bobbled a pass she should’ve caught. None of it was catastrophic, but she was off and she knew why.

She was tired of pretending she didn’t keep looking at you.

The Flight Crew’s halftime set started just as the team was heading into the tunnel. She lingered behind, towel slung over her neck, heartbeat settling. Coaches were already inside. Players were chatting among themselves. But Paige stood near the tunnel entrance and watched.

You were mid routine centered, powerful, graceful in a way that wasn’t forced. Every move hit with purpose, but there was an ease to it too.

She felt like she was watching someone in a different universe, but for some reason that universe made more sense than hers.

And then it happened.

You turned just slightly…and your eyes met hers for the briefest second.

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

Just held her gaze, steady and open before returning to your movement like it hadn’t been a moment at all.

But it was. To Paige, it was.

It was enough to sit with her for the rest of the game like a quiet hum under her skin.

After the final buzzer and after the handshake line and team huddle, Paige drifted toward the baseline, still in uniform, still sweating under the lights…trying not to look like she was waiting for something.

You were across the court again, gathering your water bottle while slipping a jacket on over your top. Your crew was filtering out around you, laughing softly.

Paige stayed still until it felt like the space between you had thinned.

Then, almost without thinking she moved.

It wasn’t bold. It wasn’t smooth.

Just a few slow steps across the edge of the court, her shoes squeaking faintly against the hardwood. She didn’t know what she was going to say. She wasn’t good at this. Not when it was real.

You looked up just as she neared, and your expression shifted…not surprised. Not expectant either. Just… calm. Like you’d been waiting too, in your own way.

“Hey,” she said, voice quieter than she meant.

“Hey,” you returned, your tone just as soft.

A pause. Not awkward. Just full.

Paige let out a breath through her nose and rubbed the back of her neck. “You guys were… incredible tonight.”

You smiled. “Thank you. You weren’t bad yourself.”

That made her huff a laugh, short and unsteady. “Yeah, well. I wasn’t exactly focused.”

Your head tilted slightly. “No?”

She hesitated then met your gaze again. Her voice dropped, sincere now. “I kept watching you.”

You didn’t blink.

“I noticed” you said, with no judgment in your tone. Just fact.

“I didn’t mean to stare. I just…” She trailed off then shook her head a little, trying to gather herself. “You have this… way about you. I don’t know. The way you talk to people. The way you carry yourself. It’s just…”. She stopped. “I guess it stood out.”

For a second, you didn’t say anything.

Then you spoke…quiet, but clear. “You seem like someone who doesn’t say things unless they mean them.”

She swallowed. “I don’t.”

“I’m glad,” you said, smile softening. “Because I think I noticed you too.”

Something in Paige’s chest unclenched slow, relief blooming in the space where nerves had been.

You looked down for a moment, adjusting your bag on your shoulder then glanced back at her. “I usually leave pretty quick after games. But maybe next time, I won’t.”

Paige nodded once, then twice like she was afraid it wouldn’t stick. “Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.”

You stepped back, your hand brushing hers gently as you passed.

“See you around, Paige,” you said, and something about the way her name sounded in your mouth made it feel like more than a goodbye.

She watched you walk away, her pulse still hammering, from this. This quiet, tentative something she hadn’t been expecting. And maybe didn’t fully understand.

But maybe she didn’t need to.

[siilent-wanderer]

Little Things

Summary: Jimin never thought she’d fall for the little things — adjusting stray hairs, shared smiles, and the quiet warmth of Y/N’s laugh. But as their bond deepens, those small moments turn into something much bigger, leaving Jimin hopelessly captivated by the person who’s always been right there.

Genre: FLUFF, minor tension and jealousy

Word Count: 2k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member! reader

A/N: read Stuck With Yu here

The SM practice room had seen its fair share of drama — sweat-soaked nights, creative differences, and the occasional ego clash. Y/N and Jimin had checked all those boxes in the early days.

Jimin couldn’t pinpoint when exactly her initial irritation toward Y/N had begun to shift. Maybe it was when she caught Y/N making the other members laugh during grueling rehearsals. Or when the younger girl, despite her quiet confidence, stayed back to practice even after the others had left. All she knew was that she had Minjeong to blame (or thank, for ditching them at the very last minute).

Whatever the reason, Jimin knew one thing: Y/N had always intrigued her from the start.

Weeks after the amusement park date, Jimin couldn’t help but replay moments of that night in her head — the quiet intensity of Y/N's smile, the way her eyes sparkled under the fireworks, and the warmth of her presence that lingered long after they had parted ways.

But things didn’t change overnight. They still danced around their feelings, unwilling to risk disrupting the rhythm of their friendship or the dynamic of the group.

“Your timing’s a little off in the second verse,” Jimin had pointed out one evening during practice.

Y/N had blinked at her, then grinned. “I thought you were too polite to call me out like that now.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk. “I’m polite, not blind.”

From then on, there were moments — a playful rivalry during choreography drills, subtle jabs in vocal warm-ups — but somewhere in between, they began to balance each other out.

Jimin found herself staying late with Y/N to refine harmonies, and the younger girl started helping Jimin find the exact balance between leadership and letting loose.

The shift was subtle. It began with small, almost imperceptible changes.

Y/N had a habit of scratching her head when she was nervous or trying to figure out a dance move. One day, without thinking, Jimin reached over and gave her a light tap on the head. “You’ll go bald if you keep doing that,” she teased.

The next time it happened, Jimin's hand lingered, her fingers briefly smoothing over Y/N’s hair before she pulled away. Neither of them said anything, but the touch became a habit whenever the others weren't around.

One night, however, Jimin found herself sitting on the floor near Y/N as the group chatted idly about their upcoming schedule. Without thinking, her hand reached out to gently detangle a strand of Y/N’s hair.

The room went silent for a beat.

“Are you seriously combing my hair right now, unnie?” Y/N asked, amused but slightly embarrassed.

Jimin froze, her hand midair. “What? I— no! I wasn’t!”

Aeri and Minjeong burst into laughter, and even Yizhuo, who had been quiet most of the night, couldn’t hide her giggles.

Y/N just smiled, brushing it off. But the small moment left Jimin feeling oddly exposed, like her feelings were bleeding through the cracks she’d tried so hard to keep sealed.

One particularly rough week, the weight of back-to-back rehearsals and recording sessions finally caught up to Y/N. She stumbled into the dorm, her shoulders slumped and her expression drained. Without thinking, Jimin opened her arms.

Y/N hesitated for half a second before stepping into the embrace. Jimin’s arms tightened around her, and the younger let herself melt into the warmth.

“You’re okay,” Jimin murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll get through this.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, but the way she clung to Jimin spoke volumes.

It wasn’t long before eagle-eyed fans began to notice something curious in behind-the-scenes videos and candid photos. While Minjeong and Yizhuo usually struck goofy poses and Aeri radiated energy, Jimin's gaze often lingered on Y/N. There was a softness in her eyes, a quiet admiration that stood in contrast to her usual composed demeanor.

In one viral clip from a behind-the-scenes vlog, the group was backstage, killing time between performances. Yizhuo was animatedly recounting a funny mishap from rehearsal, and Y/N was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. Jimin, seated nearby, wasn’t joining in the laughter. Instead, she was watching Y/N with an expression that spoke volumes — her lips curved in a small, involuntary smile and her eyes brimming with warmth.

Fans flooded the comments:

“Karina’s so whipped for Y/N, I can’t 😭” “did anyone else notice how jimin just stares at y/n like that?? my heart!” “bruh idk what this is, but i’m shipping it already”

Then there was the infamous candid photo that circulated after the group’s outdoor photoshoot. The members were on break, sitting on picnic blankets. Y/N had her hair tied up messily, laughing at something Minjeong had whispered to her. The laughter lit up her entire face, carefree and radiant. In the background, just slightly blurred, Jimin was mid-sip of her water bottle — but her gaze was locked on Y/N. The look in her eyes was unguarded and soft, a stark contrast to her usual composed expression.

Another clip that sparked a frenzy was from one of their practice room lives. The group was chatting casually with fans when Y/N fumbled her Korean, prompting Aeri to jump in and tease her in English. Y/N retaliated by throwing a small cushion at Aeri, who ducked dramatically, sending the rest of the members into fits of laughter. Jimin, though, didn’t even seem to register the joke. Instead, the camera caught her subtly reaching over to adjust a stray hair falling into Y/N's face, her touch gentle and unthinking.

Fans were quick to notice:

“jimin brushing y/n's hair away… do you SEE the domesticity??” “Y/N: chaos Karina: supportive mom mode engaged” “someone pls check on yu jimin. she’s fallen and can’t get up 🥺”

Sharing dorms meant they saw each other constantly, but Jimin never tired of Y/N's quirks — her midnight ramen cravings, the way she hummed off-key while brushing her teeth, the little notes she left on their whiteboard.

However, sharing dorms also meant having to share Y/N with three other girls, and none tested her patience more than Aeri. It wasn’t intentional — Aeri’s easy humor and the fact that she and Y/N were both fluent English speakers naturally drew them together. Whether it was late-night dance practices, trading inside jokes or bonding over playlists they created for each other, their bond seemed effortless. Jimin often found herself biting back irritation when she’d walk into the practice room to see Y/N sprawled out on the floor, laughing at something Aeri said, making Jimin’s stomach twist in a way she didn’t want to name.

“Y/N, let’s practice the harmonies again,” Jimin called out after a water break.

But Y/N was already tangled in a playful tug-of-war with Aeri over a water bottle. Aeri won, earning an exaggerated groan from Y/N and another round of giggles.

Jimin’s lips thinned, her tone sharper than she intended. “Kang Y/N, focus. We’re behind schedule.”

Y/N blinked, her smile fading as she nodded. “Sorry, unnie. Coming.”

The tension lingered throughout rehearsal, and Jimin couldn’t ignore the tightness in her chest whenever Y/N’s attention wandered back to the Japanese member.

Later that evening, the group gathered in the dorm's common area. Aeri and Y/N were seated on the couch, heads close as they scrolled through Aeri's phone. Their occasional bursts of laughter made it impossible for Jimin to focus on the script in her lap.

“Aeri-ya, you should probably give Y/N a break,” Jimin said casually, though her voice held an edge.

Y/N looked up, confused. “Unnie, we’re just—”

“It’s getting late,” Jimin interrupted, standing abruptly. “We have an early call time tomorrow.”

Aeri raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, while Y/N’s expression flickered with hurt before she masked it.

Jimin retreated to her room, pressing her palms to her temples. She didn’t know what annoyed her more — Y/N’s easy closeness with Aeri or her own inability to control her emotions.

Later that night when everyone had gone to bed, Jimin found herself pacing the dorm’s kitchen, trying to calm the strange emotions swirling inside her. She was startled when Y/N walked in, a glass of water in her hand and a curious expression on her face.

"Unnie," Y/N called, leaning against the counter. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

Jimin stopped pacing and turned to face her, trying to school her features into neutrality. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re mad at me,” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “Or Aeri unnie, for that matter. Did something happen?”

Jimin hesitated. She wasn’t mad, not really. She just… couldn’t explain why seeing Y/N and Aeri together made her feel like this.

“I’m not mad,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?”

The older girl opened her mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to put her feelings into words.

Y/N tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “If you’re so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don’t you just confess to me right now?”

Jimin froze, her lips parting as if to respond, but no sound came out. Y/N’s teasing smirk faltered when she noticed the way Jimin’s jaw clenched, her eyes darting away. The silence that followed was heavier than she’d expected, tension thick in the air.

“I-I was kidding, unnie,” Y/N said softly, her voice losing its edge. “You don’t have to—”

But Jimin was already standing, her movements abrupt. “Let’s talk outside,” she said, her tone firm but quiet.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard, but followed Jimin as she stepped out onto the balcony. The night air was crisp, and the city lights below shimmered like scattered stars. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the hum of the distant traffic filling the silence.

Jimin leaned on the railing, her hands gripping the cold metal as if grounding herself. “You’re right,” she said finally, her voice barely audible. “I don’t like it when you’re that close with Aeri.”

Y/N tilted her head, watching her. “Why?”

Jimin exhaled shakily, the breath visible in the cool air. “Because every time I see you with her, I feel like I’m losing you. And that scares me.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed, her teasing demeanor completely gone. “Unnie…”

Jimin turned to face her, her eyes raw with emotion. “It’s not fair of me, I know. You’re allowed to be close with whoever you want. But I—” She paused, her voice cracking slightly. “I can’t help it. You’re the first person I think about when I wake up, and the last before I fall asleep. I’ve been trying to ignore it for so long, but it’s you, Y/N. It’s always been you.”

For a moment, Y/N said nothing, her lips parted as if to respond but no words forming. Then she stepped closer, her hand brushing against Jimin’s on the railing. “You should’ve just said so earlier,” she murmured, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I’ve been waiting for you, unnie.”

Jimin’s breath hitched as Y/N leaned in, her warmth cutting through the cold night air. The city lights twinkled below them, a soft breeze weaving through the balcony and making Jimin shiver slightly. Without thinking, Y/N tugged the blanket off her own shoulders and draped it over both of them, their faces mere inches apart.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Jimin whispered, her voice trembling as she gazed into Y/N’s eyes.

The younger girl’s grin widened, her hand now fully covering Jimin’s. “I could say the same about you.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in shared warmth, the faint glow of streetlights and the hum of distant traffic adding a quiet magic to the moment. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N leaned back slightly and quipped, “So, does this mean I’m officially off the market?”

Jimin laughed softly, the tension melting away. “Yes. And Aeri is definitely going to hear about this.”

Y/N snorted, pulling Jimin back inside. “Good luck with that, unnie. She’s going to say she saw this coming from a mile away.”

And as they settled on the couch, still cocooned in the shared blanket and each other’s warmth, Jimin couldn’t stop the quiet happiness bubbling in her chest. For the first time, everything felt exactly as it should — Y/N beside her, the cold night shut out, and a future that felt just a little brighter.

A/N: it was def quite smthn arranging all of my thoughts for this one (had too many ideas) but I loved writing whipped (and jealous) jimin saur much. hope you enjoyed this one!

[linddzz]

Does mage Viktor's reality-hopping and 'only you can show me this' line imply that dozens if not hundreds of other Jayces have done what our Jayce did and end up there on that slope hearing the same thing from him? Did the Viktor that succeeded and lost everything, lost his own Jayce, keep getting to meet new Jayces one by one, allowing himself a small modicum of wistful joy in getting to see Jayce living and breathing again if only for a short time before he sends them back? talk to me here

Not only is it implied, we for sure see at least 8 (if my count is right) times Viktor has saved Jayce as a child, including the current one. You see them flash through and each time, he gave Jayce a different runestone

(gifs by @hextecht)

Since his phrasing was "all timelines, in all possibilities" it's pretty safe speculation that Viktor has been at this for way more than 8 rounds. We don't know if he's tried messing with other points of the timeline or if any other Jayces got as far as the our Jayce did when he reached the center of Wizard Viktor's hellscape (and I made such a distressed noise when the clouds parted and I realized the only beautiful place left, the center of the storm, the oasis, is where Jayce got assimilated).

The general consensus is that this is most likely the first time it worked, because Ekko used the rune Jayce had been given (the "acceleration rune" as Ekko calls it in S2E7) to make the time travel Z-drive that he cranks up to "break reality" levels before chucking it at Viktor's head and knocking that dork off enough for Jayce's "power of love" gamble to actually get through to him.

(I also have the opinion that Wizard Viktor is not going to stop here. He's got nothing but fields of dreamless solitude for him, this IS his project and he's probably going to keep trying to refine the process across timelines until some kinda multiverse cops show up like "dude. Fucking quit it!")

And OH BOY can I sure as hell talk about the way Viktor looks at Jayce over the top of the Jayce he destroyed!!!!

(gif by @glassrunner)

Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. His expression is already wistful and pained as he turns, but you can see him exhale with the breath knocked out of him. his eyelids actually flutter. He softens, he's struck. He looks like he's barely able to keep himself from crying in that moment where he not only looks at Jayce, but lets himself be seen by Jayce in return.

And which is more heartbreaking? That this is the first time Jayce got this far, the first time Viktor had to finally properly look at him after so many tries?

Or has this played out over and over for him? Has he looked over like this time and time again, and every time it takes his breath away? Subjecting himself to this repeatedly, and every. single. time. he's hit with the most classic doomed romance line

(Im holding myself BACK from rambling yet again about how Actually Deranged it is for Wizard Viktor to be doing this but @avelera and I talk about him being a fucked up little guy so much that I need to consider just having a wizard Viktor tag lmaooo but for more Wizard Viktor rambling enjoy

Wizard Viktor doesn't care about saving the world, he's just making sure Jayce and himself are intertwined

How many times has Wizard Viktor had to watch this himbo yeet himself into Pretty Hippy Viktor's cult?

Me giggling and kicking my feet in the air over Wizard Viktor being a control freak egomaniac about Jayce )

[sharieb]

Held in the Hollowed Fragments 3: The Ones Who Fade pt 1

Genre: Angst (not proofread)

Pairing: LADs x MC (Still a non-Mc fanfic, but this chapter is in MC's pov for the plot)

Word count: +2k

Writer's notes: Hey everyone! Welcome to this chapter of this series. This chapter will be divided into 2 parts and will focus on getting a glimpse of the guys' behaviour through MC's pov. I tried to keep the boys as original as possible but also display the turmoil that simmers within them through their day, so I hope you all enjoy.

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The rain had followed her all morning, clinging to her coat like sorrow. It tapped quietly on the windows of the Hunters Association building, whispering like an omen. MC stepped inside, brushing droplets from her shoulders. The Hunters Association was quieter than usual. The usual hum of chatter and footsteps was muted, shadows hanging heavier in the corners.

Lately, something’s been off with one of the boys, from what others have been telling her. Everyone says he has not been himself lately. And it’s been days. No matter how much others try to reach out, it feels like they are chasing shadows and hitting dead ends. She needs to visit him, needs to see him face-to-face. She won't give up until she somehow pulls him back from whatever’s holding him down. She owes him that much.

As MC sat at her usual post behind her desk in front of the computer screen, her eyes flickering from data to him, Xavier. He’s hunched over his desk, pale light painting shadows beneath, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, still as his eyes, repeatedly scanning the same line on his report like it holds some secret he can’t quite grasp. His usual quiet sweetness is masked by a distant, colder edge, and his restless eyelids betray how little sleep he’s gotten—probably from those damned nightmares again.

She approaches Xavier, who didn't look up, as MC tries to keep her tone light but gentle. “Xavier, you’ve been stuck on that page for twenty minutes. Maybe it’s time to step away for a bit?”

He doesn’t look up, voice low and clipped. “Can’t. There’s too much to do. Need to refine the data.”

“You’re staring at a blank field.”

That made him stop. Not because she was wrong, but because she noticed. He closed his eyes, dragging a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

“I’ll get it done. Just… give me a minute.”

She frowns, sensing the strain beneath her partner's words. “You don’t have to carry it all alone. I’m here, you know.”

He finally meets her eyes, exhaustion flickering through his usual calm. “I’m fine. Just... tired.”

MC wanted to say more. Offer warmth and comfort. But the words felt like stones in her mouth, heavy and misplaced. So she nodded and sat beside him, letting the silence do what words couldn’t. Soon, Captain Jenna came over to where they both sat and handed them their mission for today before sending them off.

While out on the field, the duo found themselves in the middle of a fight with wanderers. As MC fought, she noticed a change in how Xavier moved—usually his movements were so sharp and precise—but today his steps were heavier, his reactions just a bit slower. It’s like the weight of those sleepless nights and haunting dreams is dragging him down. Even during the fierce battle, the distance in his eyes is hard to miss. Once the fight was over and they started to head back, MC softly nudged Xavier's arm. "Hey… you sure you're okay? You’ve been zoning out all day. Thought maybe we could grab hot pot or something. Your treat, of course."

Xavier paused for a moment and looked over to MC. He gave her a tired smile, even though his gaze still appeared distant, with the smile not reaching his eyes.

"Heh… tempting." His voice lowers, eyes now shifted back to the ground. "But… not tonight. I’m—" Xavier exhales, running a hand through his hair, shoulders slumping "—just really tired. Think I’m just gonna head back home and get some more sleep." MC frowned and try to get a read off of Xavier as she knew how much Xavier loved a good hotpot after a long mission.

"Xavier, this isn't like you. You've been off for days. Talk to me, please."

Xavier looked at MC for a moment, contemplating if he should talk to her about what was going on in his head, in his dreams, but the tiredness and then unusual night of insomnia he suffered with for the past couple of days got the best of him in the end.

"It's nothing, MC. Just tired. That's all." His voice was almost a whisper, nearly audible as he walked past her, down the sidewalk.

"Just really tired."

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MC decided to visit Rafayel at Mo Art Studio. As she entered, the scent of turpentine and old canvas clung to the walls.

His space used to be full of life — beautiful colours, wet brushes in jars, half-finished portraits leaning against every surface. Now, it looked more like a graveyard of ideas. The floor was scattered with torn sketches, overturned paint bottles, crumpled rags, and a drying canvas smeared with abandoned strokes.

MC stepped in carefully. “You’ve redecorated,” she joked gently.

He was sitting on the floor, legs sprawled, a paintbrush twirling in his fingers like a cigarette. His shirt was stained and hanging loose off one shoulder, hair a bit of a mess, but somehow still intentional. That flair never left him — even now.

“I call it: ‘Melancholy in Eight Shades of Beige,’” he muttered. “It’s performance art. Very exclusive.”

She knelt beside him. “Want to tell me what happened?”

He sighed, dramatically, dragging his hands down his face. “My muse has left me. Again. And this time, I don’t think it's coming back. I’ve stared at that canvas for hours, and all I managed was a panic attack and three broken brushes.”

“Four,” she corrected, pointing to the one snapped behind him.

He huffed, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Ugh, tragic. I’m a disaster.”

“No,” she said softly, “you’re just stuck. It happens.”

He looked at her then, eyes tired but still burning with something deep. “Yeah… just stuck, I guess. Nothing’s coming out right.”

MC offers a small smile, “Maybe a break? Or a walk on the beach? Sometimes stepping back helps.” He shrugs but doesn’t argue, eyes still distant. The air feels heavy, like the frustration is settling deep in him. MC notices Rafael’s usual flair is dimmed, his voice lacking its usual sass as he mutters,

“I’m fine… just a bit stuck, nothing more.”

That quieter tone sets off alarm bells for her. She leans in, voice gentle but probing,

“Raf, this isn’t like you. What’s really going on?” But he just shrugs, eyes flickering away, shutting her out with that distant, closed-off look she’s never quite seen before.

“You’re always popping up whenever I’m trying to work, huh?” His voice had that usual edge, but today it lacked its usual bite — more tired than annoyed.

MC raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully. “You don’t sound like yourself. What’s going on?”

He gave a short, almost bitter laugh. “Maybe I’m just out of ideas. Or maybe the ideas have outpaced me. Either way, it’s... draining.” His usual sassy grin was gone, replaced by a distant look that didn’t reach his eyes.

MC stepped closer, softer now. “You don’t have to face it alone.”

Raphael’s eyes flickered, a moment of vulnerability breaking through. “It’s not about facing it. It’s about not knowing how to keep up.”

He turned back to the canvas, but the paintbrush trembled slightly in his hand, betraying his tired mind. Rafayel soon placed the paintbrush down with a sigh and a tired smirk, shaking his head. “Thomas has been on my case nonstop about the next exhibit. He keeps pushing for new work, new ideas. Honestly, I’m running on empty.”

He glanced at MC, voice softer but firm. “I appreciate you dropping by, but maybe give me some space to breathe. I need to focus before I lose it completely.” Soon, MC reluctantly granted his wishes as she steps back quietly, sensing the weariness beneath his sass, and lets him be, giving space without pushing too hard. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was the weekend when MC visited the Akso Hospital to see Zayne during his break. Even though the hospital tends to be hectic on some days, Today in particular, the place was really busy and tense due to the large flow of patients coming in and even that didn't stop some of the nurses and doctors, who knew her from giving her uneasy glances.

“Dr. Zayne's… tense today,” Yvonne whispered. “Snapped at three interns already. Might not be the best time, MC. Just a heads up.”

MC thanked Yvonne and went in anyway and made her way down the sterile halls of the facility to Zayne's office. Under the dim glow of Zayne's office, he sat slumped in a cracked vinyl chair, eyes closed but mind racing. The endless beeping of monitors and distant echoes of hurried footsteps seeped through the walls, relentless as the weight settling deep in his chest.

When she entered, he didn’t turn to see who came in. “If you're here to check on me for the fifth time, Greyson, don’t. Not now.”

Just as he spoke, the air thickened, a sharp cold creeping through the room like a frozen breath. MC notices but says nothing at first, just watches him with concern.

“I’m not. Just passing through.”

His eyes flash icy for a moment before they soften a bit at the sight of MC. He sighs, visibly forcing the chill back into control, rubbing his temples like he’s fighting to stay steady.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there… It’s just been a rough few shifts, and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

"I can tell. You're more snappy than usual, Dr. Zayne."

MC replies as she steps quietly into the office and sits in the chair in front of Zayne's desk, a delicate box of macarons clutched in her hands. MC recalls Dr.Greyson's words, while making her way to Zayne's office, on how relentless Zayne's shifts had been—back-to-back, no room for rest. This was his first real break in what felt like forever.

And yet, he sat hunched over a tablet, eyes bloodshot but fixed on the screen, fingers scrolling through endless reports and surgical notes even now. The room felt colder than usual, the hum of the fluorescent lights pressing down on them both. "I brought your favourite,” she said, holding up a paper bag, holding a box of macaroons from the café they both loved. “Still warm.”

Usually, the moment he saw the macaroons, he’d pause to grab one—his small, sweet refuge amid chaos. But today, he barely glanced at the box.

“No thanks,” he muttered, not looking up.

MC hid her surprise at Zayne's unexpected rejection of having sweets for once. MC hesitated, not knowing what to do now as she set the box down beside him.

“You don’t have to push so hard,” she said softly. “Even the greatest fighters need a break.”

He let out a breath like a knife scraping over glass. “Not yet,” he said, voice tight. “There’s no time.”

MC didn’t respond right away. Instead, she sat quietly beside him, the macaroons untouched between them. Her phone buzzed softly with incoming messages—little updates from the others, Yvonne, Greyson, even Dr. Noah, checking in or dropping quiet remarks about Zayne. Every mention of his name came with the same strained tone. Not judgment. Not envy. Just… concern. As if they, too, had noticed the subtle shift in him. The growing coldness. The apparent distance.

She looked at him again—really looked—and spoke gently. “You don't have to be here all alone, struggling, Zayne."

That finally made him pause. His fingers stopped moving. Slowly, he turned to meet her eyes. Tired. Sharp. Haunted. Eyes that looked past scalpels and blood, that had seen death and refused to blink. He kept hearing those words for the past few days from everyone was if they were broken records to the point it was getting on his last nerve.

“Don’t make this harder than it is,” he snapped. It came quick and edged, like a reflex he couldn’t control, more defence than malice.

MC blinked at the sudden sting, but steadied herself, holding his gaze. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Help,” he echoed, and this time the word dripped with quiet bitterness. “That’s a luxury I can’t afford.”

The silence that followed settled between them like frost—unmelting, undeniable.

Still, she didn’t leave. Her presence, quiet and unmoving, was the only warmth in the frozen room.

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I'm stopping this part of the chapter here for now and starting the second part of the section very soon. As you all already know, this is just an ooc version of the LIs based on the previous chapters, so their personality and reaction to situations like these won't be entirely accurate to how they might have reacted. Besides that, thank you all once again for reading, and shout-outs to everyone who likes, reblogs, and comments on my content. I deeply appreciated your support, even if it seems small to you all.

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[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Wild Gods

Part 1

M!tiger god x f!reader

After the worst humiliation of your life you fled into the surrounding woods to clear your head and get some distance from it all. The beautiful ruins you stumbled into however held more than just history, a mysterious being there seems so believe that you are his long lost mate.

(Based off the ask here!)

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Literal blood, sweat and tears down the drain. Years of practicing and refining your spell until perfection only to be turned away. It wasn’t fair! You did everything right and still the council turned you away! All of your friends were accepted though, only adding to your own disappointment.

You muttered a quick “thank you for your time” before leaving, your face red with both anger and sorrow. Once you were far enough away from the gathering you ran, you weren’t sure to where you were running, but you couldn’t go home to face to your family quite yet.

Farther and farther into the surrounding woods you ran until trees gave way to flowers. Beautiful, fragrant flowers adorning ruins. Even crumbling away the ruins still held such majesty, and the sweet smell of the flowers was so familiar and stirred something in you.

Many times had you ventured into the woods to gather reagents, though you had never stumbled across these ruins before. The woods here were well explored, but you had never heard of anything like this in them.

You wandered farther into them, there was something weirdly soothing about walking around here, which was appreciated about now. Well, it was soothing until you heard the crunch of gravel from behind you. Quickly you turned and swore you caught a long, feline tail that disappeared into the dense foliage, too fast to be able to tell if your eyes were just playing tricks on you, though now you also swore you were being watched.

You started to run, something was here with you and you were not keen on finding out exactly what it was, though at soon as you turned to move you collided with something. Someone.

He stood tall and regal, with the head of a tiger and covered with soft, mottled fur that was warm where your face was against his chest after running into him. Light reflected off the gold bangles adorning his wrists and he quickly moved to hold you against him. He placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to his, his tail wrapping around one of your legs.

“There you are, my queen. I have been waiting so long for you” he nearly purred.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too tight.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“The lord of this place, though you know that” he was purring and nuzzling the top of your head.

You squirmed against him more, trying to get away though he showed no intent on releasing you.

“I have waited so long for you to return to me. So long here alone. But you have returned to me at last, my mate.”

“I, I don’t-” you stammered, trying to wrap your mind around the situation, “I’m not.”

“I would know you anywhere, my mark is on your very soul. You are my mate returned to me, do not shy away.”

Your pulse was rising in your throat, fear gripping you and taking over. You felt as though you could pass out, this strange being speaking as if he knew you.

“You were taken from me too soon before, but I will not let them take you from me again” his grip on you tightened, clawed hands digging into your skin, “This time I will rebuild my kingdom with you at my side. This time you will accept my gift this time and reign at my side. Our children will grow proud and strong, our daughters more radiant than the sun and our sons stronger than the mountains.”

Slowly he had backed you against a column, pinning you between the cool, smooth stone and his own well built form. His breath was warm on your neck as he nuzzled against you and you felt him grinding his hips against you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt them tearing up. You failed at your life’s ambition, you had no idea how to go home and face your family, no idea how to carry on with your life now, and now you were trapped by this strange being.

“You are… scared?” he asked.

You cracked your eyes open to see him looking down at you, a sad expression on his face and his brow knitted together in confusion.

“You truly do not remember me at all?” he asked.

Unable to find you words you just shook your head. His grip on you loosened and his tail dropped from where it was wrapped around your leg.

“I’ve waited so long” he started again, “And you look at me like a stranger.”

“I don’t, I don’t know who you are” you stammered out, “You have the wrong person.”

“No!” an edge of almost anger slipped into his voice, but dropped almost immediately, “It is etched on your very soul, I would know you anywhere. And even after a thousand years your soul still drew you back here, back to me.”

You shifted uncomfortably, glad he was no longer pressed against you at least, but you had no idea what to do now. Returning home meant facing your family in shame, explaining that all your years of hard work were for nothing, that of all your friends you were the only one not accepted to the council. You had nowhere else to go, and now this strange being was convinced that you were his mate.

“You are finally home at least” he purred, “Come, let me help you get settled in, maybe you will remember then.”

You did not know why, but you followed him between the crumbling walls of the ruins, you supposed you really had nowhere else to go anyways.

“What are these flowers?” you asked.

“Jasmine, your favorite. You planted them here all those years ago.”

The ruins were an absolute labyrinth, every turn taking you deeper and to the point where you did not think you could trace your way back out. He lead you to a room that least still had a roof, though even then it was scarcely better off than the rest of things.

“I know it is not much now, but now that I have you at my side again I will be able to finally start rebuilding” he said, “Come, it is late, lay with me and rest.”

You followed him to what was less of a bed and more of a nest. His tone indicated that it was less of a request and more of a command and you were certain you did not want to test his temper. Pillows, soft silks, and pelts formed a surprisingly cozy place to rest as he pulled you against his chest.

You couldn’t help but sniffle. You failed the most important moment of your life, you did not know how you could ever face your family, and from the way this strange being was talking he seemed intent on not letting you leave here.

“There is no need for that. You are safe and home. Soon everything will be back as it is supposed to be” he leaned down to run his rough tongue along your cheek, catching the few tears that rolled down. “This place will be beautiful once more. You will take your place at my side to rule, you will bear our children, and this time I will make sure no one takes you from me.”

You don’t know for how long you laid there, his arm wrapped around you and preventing you from being able to get up and leave. His face was buried against the back of your neck while he laid on his side and clutched your to his chest, you could feel how purred even in his sleep.

Tomorrow you would sort this mess out. Explain to him better that you weren’t his mate, that he was mistaken. That you needed to return home and review your spell again, that surely with a little polishing up you could try again and impress the council. But for now you couldn’t do much of anything. So instead you would sleep, clear your mind, and worry about it all in the morning.

[heartsiebyul]

hello! i have a request:

could you do something with the second years ( it doesn't have to be all of them. honestly, i just love jade.) dealing with a reader who picks at their nails often? like it gets to the point where they'll rip off parts of the nail entirely, and their nail beds are all messed up. i hope this isnt too much. (and also that i am requesting right - this is my first time ever doing something like this.)

જ⁀➴ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

(just saw this on pinterest)

Twisted Wonderland characters reacting to you—someone who frequently and harshly picks at your nails, to the point where your nail beds are damaged.

featuring — 2nd Years : Riddle : Ruggie : Azul : Jade : Floyd : Kalim : Jamil : Silver

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle noticed it during one of your study sessions in the Heartslabyul lounge—your fingers twitching subtly before they crept up to your nails, tugging and peeling at the edges with quiet precision. His brow furrowed, and he placed his pen down. “That’s quite an unbecoming habit,” he said primly, though there was no bite in his tone. When you glanced at him guiltily, trying to hide your hands under the table, he sighed. “You’re doing it again. Your nails are a mess, and your cuticles look inflamed.” He reached out and gently took one of your hands, examining it with a frown. “You’re much too refined to be so careless with yourself.”

The next afternoon, Riddle arrived with a small velvet pouch, laying it on the desk in front of you. Inside was a neatly arranged nail care kit—complete with soothing cream, clippers, and a gentle buffer. “I thought it might help if we gave your hands a little structure,” he said, a faint pink rising in his cheeks. As he carefully massaged cream into your fingers, he glanced up and added, “Bad habits don’t break themselves. But if you’re willing, we can work on it together—properly.” His tone was firm, but there was a quiet warmth behind it, like the sun peeking through a stormy sky.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie caught your fingers mid-pick while you were sitting together during lunch, and he clicked his tongue. “Oi, you’re gonna tear that clean off,” he said, grabbing your wrist lightly but firmly. “That ain’t just nervous twitchin’, y’know. That’s pain waitin’ to happen.” His voice was casual, but his eyes were dead serious, lingering on the angry red skin and misshapen nails you tried to hide. “You look like you’re tryin’ to rip your stress outta your hands.”

The next day, he shoved a small bag into your arms. Inside was a stress ball, chewed gum, and a ridiculous array of squishy toys—one even shaped like a shroom. “Try these instead. Cheaper than bandages and less bloody.” He plopped next to you and leaned back on his hands, glancing at your fingers. “And hey, if you need to vent, I got ears. Good ones, too. Hyena senses, remember?” He smirked, sharp and teasing, but there was warmth under it. “No more tearing yourself apart, yeah?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul noticed the state of your hands during a contract meeting in the Lounge. His eyes flickered from your trembling fingers to the scabbed nail beds and torn skin, and his smile faltered for the briefest moment. “My pearl, you’re… bleeding,” he murmured, pushing his glasses up nervously. “That’s quite concerning. May I?” he gestured, and when you hesitated, he gingerly took your hand in his gloved ones, the gentleness a stark contrast to your own treatment of them.

Later, he invited you to his office under the pretense of discussing a deal but instead pulled out a beautifully decorated manicure kit. “A professional habit I picked up,” he explained smoothly, even as a slight blush colored his cheeks. “I believe the body reflects the mind. And if you’re hurting this badly, perhaps we should both consider ways to… ease the burden.” He dabbed a healing cream on your fingers like precious artifacts. “You don’t have to suffer in silence, you know. Not when I’m here.”

Jade Leech

You didn’t even realize you were picking at your nails until Jade’s hand closed over yours, halting the motion with eerie calm. “Ah, there it is again,” he said, voice soft as a breeze but unsettlingly perceptive. “Such a self-destructive habit, wouldn’t you agree?” His eyes gleamed as he tilted your hand up to inspect the damage, his thumb brushing lightly over a bruised cuticle. “One must wonder… what are you really trying to tear away?”

The next day, Jade offered you a tray of brewed herbal tea with a soft, almost predatory smile. “Chamomile and valerian—good for calming restless hands,” he explained, placing a tiny bowl of finger gloves beside it. “And these? Consider them my version of garden gloves for delicate human hands.” He didn’t press you for answers, not directly—but his gaze lingered, patient and all-knowing. “I do hope you’ll be kinder to yourself. I’d rather not see such beautiful hands in ruin.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd was sprawled across your lap when he noticed you picking again. His mismatched eyes narrowed, and before you could react, he yanked your hands away and scowled. “Shrimpy, why’re ya doin’ that gross stuff again?” His tone wasn’t mocking—it was irritated and strangely hurt. He sat up, gripping your wrists in his large hands, eyes darting over the damaged skin with a furrowed brow. “Do ya even feel that? That’s gotta sting like hell.”

Later that night, he burst into your room without knocking and flopped next to you with a box full of novelty rings and bandaids shaped like sea creatures. “Here, wear these,” he demanded, slipping a squid-shaped ring onto your middle finger. “If you’re gonna mess with your hands, might as well make it fun. Or I’ll bite your fingers off, kay~?” But his voice softened as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t break yourself, Shrimpy. I’ll get mad.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You thought Kalim didn’t notice—he was always so full of laughter and energy—but one day, during a game of cards, he suddenly burst into tears. “Your fingers!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hands. “They look like they hurt! Why didn’t you say anything?!” His bottom lip trembled as he inspected each torn nail, the brightness in his face dimming with guilt and concern. “You don’t have to hurt yourself like this…”

The very next day, he surprised you with a colorful self-care kit and a fluffy, golden glove set custom-embroidered with your initials. “I got everything!” he grinned, gently tugging your hand into his. “Lotions, fidget rings, even stuff to paint your nails like a rainbow if you want! Let’s make your hands happy again, okay?” Then more quietly: “And if you’re ever upset, talk to me, please. I want to help carry it.”

Jamil Viper

You were stirring a pot in the Scarabia kitchen when Jamil saw a drop of red mix into the sauce. He froze, then snatched the spoon away and grabbed your hand. “You’re bleeding again,” he said, voice low but tight with worry. His eyes scanned your fingers like a battlefield report—scars, broken nails, inflamed skin. “When were you planning to tell me this is happening?” There was a sharp edge to his words, but it was the kind that came from fear.

That evening, he dragged you to the couch with a first aid kit and forced you to sit still while he cleaned and bandaged each finger in silence. Finally, he muttered, “You always take care of others… Who takes care of you?” His touch was precise, practiced—like someone used to hiding pain, not fixing it. “Next time your hands start itching, come find me instead. I’ll give them something better to hold.”

Silver

Silver had a quiet way of noticing things. One afternoon in the courtyard, he took your hand as you absentmindedly picked at a split nail. “You’re doing it again,” he said softly, his thumb brushing away a speck of dried blood. “Does it help… or does it just hurt more?” His silver eyes were unreadable for a moment, and he guided your hand into his lap, where he cradled it like something precious.

He didn’t scold or ask questions—instead, he simply sat beside you, his presence calm and steady like a lullaby. Later that week, he carved a small wooden charm shaped like a dove and tied it to a string for you to fidget with. “When you feel restless,” he said gently, “use this instead. I want your hands to heal… because they deserve peace too.” And when your fingers twitched again, he wordlessly reached for your hand, anchoring you back to the quiet safety of his side.

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