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[ithseem]

Hijabi MC Shenanigans+Headcanons in Saligia

Guy

Guy: *tries to kiss MC in the beginning*

MC, punching him: NO KISSING

Toa

Toa: This has absolutely no alcohol content. Have you ever HAD wine before?

MC: No, nor do I ever plan to because my religion STRICTLY FORBIDS EVEN GOING NEAR THE STUFF

Toa:

Fenn

MC be dodging his advances like a Bollywood action movie protagonist

Roy

MC: At least I can have some semblance of normalcy

Lynt

Lynt tryna use her as a pillow, but she politely declines, since her religion forbids her from coming into contact with men

Other Things That May or May Not Have Happened

MC draping her duvet over her head as a makeshift hijab when unexpected visitors come

MC gets caught washing her feet in the sink for wudhu

MC feeling incredibly disoriented bc she has no idea which way the Qiblah (the direction of the Kabah in Mecca) is, so offering prayer is a nightmare and a half

MC lowkey upset bc the Quran does not exist in Saligia (iirc). And Lou wishes he could help

Rio and Thoma getting worried about MC during Ramadhan (whenever that is. It's super stressful not knowing when the Islamic calendar lines up with the calendar here) bc she's going from dawn till dusk without food or drink for a month

MC happily answering her friends' questions about her religion (they are genuinely curious)

MC's S-Rank friends apologizing for what they did in the first few chapters (I cannot be certain if they fully understand the true ramifications of what they've done, but they feel bad regardless, since they don't like to see MC upset)

Lance would be genuinely curious about her religion also and try to make a safe space for her (Lance doesn't discriminate, a person in need of a safe space is a person in need of a safe space)

Sherry and Violet go shopping with MC often and they often find some really cute and modest clothes for her

J*sper is normal in this AU, so he actually respects her religion

Tino freaks out and profusely apologizes whenever he accidentally makes something haram to eat for her. Knight would also do the same

Grayson wondering why she only eats fruits and vegetables here, and she tell him that she is not sure if the meats are halal, and she does not want to take any chances and accidentally eat something haram

to all the hijabi CoD players, I write this for you

[dotster001]

Hey!! Can I request for a yandere Lou from court of darkness with a willingly FEM reader? I understand if you don't want to write since yandere is a pretty dark topic but if you choose to do it, take your time. Your mental health is more important!! Anyways thank you for reading and hope you have a nice day❤️❤️

Vane and Vanum

CW: yandere, kidnapping(past tense), restraints, Stockholm syndrome, fem reader, loss of identity, implied past sedation, spoilers, but I doubt you'd be here if you didn't know....

A/N: so I do write Yan, but I write it because of ✨trauma✨ so the closest to "willing" I'll do is Stockholm syndrome. Hope it scratches the itch, and doesn't disappoint too much 😂

"Vane," he hummed as he kissed your forehead. "Good morning, love."

Early on, you had snapped at him. Your name wasn't Vane. Just because you were once her, didn't mean you were now. But he'd slowly brought you to his side. Yes. Vane. That was you. Just because you were born with a new name, didn't make you any less Vane.

"Morning, Vanum," you hummed sleepily. His cheeks turned a soft pink, and a grin split his face, as he slipped into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

He loved when you called him Vanum. It made that empty place in his heart feel full.

"I don't want to leave you today," he pouted.

You giggled. "You're the headmaster. You have to be there."

He adjusted himself so he could stare into your face, scrutinizing.

"Sometimes I think you don't miss me as much as I miss you, when I'm gone."

"That's not true! My heart aches for you! But I also know that, because I love you, I have to let you do what you need to do."

He stiffened, continuing to scan your features for anything other than innocence.

You'd fallen into your role so nicely, and he hadn't had to actually fight or sedate you in months. But he could still remember the early days, where everything you said had a double meaning that was intended to hurt him.

And even now, even if you hadn't intended to hurt him, your statement felt like a commentary on the situation he'd dragged you into.

But when you looked up at him with those adoring eyes, he was able to calm himself. Those eyes would never try to hurt him. You genuinely meant what you said.

He sighed lovingly, and caressed some of the hair from your face," Your strength gives me strength, my beautiful Vane."

You leaned into his hand, and he sighed again. You were so lovely.

He stood up from the bed, and stretched, before moving to the bedside table. He grabbed what he needed, and then turned to you. You were already waiting for him, your leg stretched off the side of the bed.

He softly kissed you, practically purring as you slightly parted your lips to let him in, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Soon you fell back onto the bed, dragging him with you.

It went this way for another few moments, before he gently pried himself away.

As he stood up, he attached the ankle chain to your still stretched out leg, pressing a soft kiss to your calf as he pulled away.

You placed you leg down, and folded your hands in your lap, a soft smile overtaking your features. You didn't need the ankle chain anymore, but at this point it was part of the routine.

"I'll make you a princess one day, my beautiful Vane."

You giggled. He'd kill for that giggle. In fact he already had killed for that giggle.

With a final longing glance at you, he materialized himself into his office. Unsurprisingly, various of the princes were waiting for him there.

"Your highnesses," he greeted, receiving a grumble from Guy and Toa.

"Any word from Treasure? I miss them dearly. They must be so cold without my embrace," Fenn cried.

Beneath his robes, the headmaster pushed his nails into his palms.

"I have found nothing of them. Just as I have found nothing of them every day for the last several months. There's no trace of them, which leads me to believe they may have been returned to their home realm."

Toa and Guy grumbled, unsatisfied with the answer, but unable to deny it. Fenn pouted, and stormed out of the room.

Toa and Guy followed behind, leaving young master Akedia alone with him.

Dia walked over to him, wrapping his arms around him, and nuzzling against him affectionately. If he knew for certain Dia felt platonically about you, he'd adopt him into your little family.

But…

"Lou?"

Hearing that name was wrong now. He was Vanum. Your Vanum.

"If you knew anything about where Y/N was, you'd tell me, right? You know I'd never tell the others."

He believed him. But sharing you? After he'd spent months working tirelessly to unlock your true feelings. To get you to respond to his, and only his, touch?

"Truly, I have seen neither hair nor hide of them."

Dia looked up at him, his emerald eyes piercing him with suspicion. After a moment, he seemed to be satisfied. Or at least to understand that he was not going to give him anything.

He pulled away, a last long look at him, before nodding. He watched Dia make his way out of the office, saying nothing more.

He turned to his familiars with a groan.

"Do I really have to stay until the end of the day?"

"You've done a good job of training your paramore," Phinny snickered, "You have nothing to worry about."

He groaned. "But I don't want to be here."

It's the closest to a whiny teenager he's ever gotten a chance to be. He pulled out the mirror he used to secretly spy on you, and saw you humming on your bed, playing with your hair as you stared at the ceiling.

His patient, perfect, girl. His beautiful Vane.

If you could so gracefully wait for him, then he could be your strong, brave, Vanum, who defended the isle.

Even if he'd rather eat his paperwork page by page than be here.

[leander-simp]

How the princes plus Lance, Lou, and Dia are in bed.

Guy

Most definitely silently moans and grunts while degrading you every here and there.

Prefers to be intimate in the missionary and lotus position.

He would probably be intimate almost anywhere if you are able to convince him to do so.

Last for about 3 rounds maximum.

Fenn

How loud his moans are tend to vary on the location, per say either of your bed chambers. He will most likely let out moans loud enough for the entire academy to hear.

Loves to be intimate at any chance given despite the location.

Loves the missionary and cowgirl position but still does the other positions.

5 rounds maximum.

Toa

Praises you most of the time during your intimate session while letting out moans here and there.

Prefers to be intimate in the bedchambers so that no one can see how good he makes you and how intimate he can be.

Missionary position most of the time or cow girl if he is too tired.

2 rounds at best.

Roy

He is a praise machine.

Prefers locations that are private whether it be that bath tub or the S-rank dining hall during lectures.

Cow girl and doggy style positions are his favorite of them all.

About 4 rounds.

Lynnt

Silent moans and whimpers.

Either of your bedchambers, bathrooms or somewhere that he can lay down and sleep afterwards

Cow girl or reverse cowgirl position.

1 or 2 rounds depending on his drive during that day.

Rio

Praises, moans and whimpers the whole time.

His bedchambers or the dining hall.

All positions.

6 rounds maximum.

Aquia(? Aquawei? He is Guy's younger brother.)

Whimpers and cries. (He is crying due to sensitivity as he is sensitive.)

Always in his or your bedchambers.

Cow girl position.

2 rounds maximum.

Lance

Grunts.

Doesn't care about the location, just as long as he gets to be intimate with you.

Doggy style position.

3 rounds.

Dia

Volume of his moans vary on the location.

Missionary, lotus and 69 positions.

Mostly his bedchambers or in the forest.

4 rounds.

Lou

Moans, grunt, whimpers, cries (sometimes) all of it.

Doesn't care at all.

He's the headmaster, what are the students going to do if you both are being intimate in the garden? Or the library?

Due to his high magic capacity. He can go for more than 5 rounds. 7 rounds maximum.

[marutsuia]

Prologue || Court of Darkness (pt.1)

Summary: Justice for the Court of Darkness MC! A rewrite of the prologue.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Thanks to @scrumptiousfirepanda for requesting! I got 2 requests for Court of Darkness, and I will do them both, but starting with the request for the prologue so that you have context! I not only wanted to make the MC stand up for herself, but I wanted her to not be magically useless, so I came up with some changes that I hope make sense. Enjoy!

"Voila! Today's offerings are served," You announced as you finished putting plates down on the table in front of the framed photos of your parents.

"Parentals... Today's feast consists of fried rice from the fridge, standard wilted greens, and delicious pork." You clarify to the altar, taking a breath as you bowed your head, in a silent prayer.

Your wide eyed, adorable black cat, stood next to you, "Mew." He said and you chuckled, "Saying your own prayers, Salem? What a good boy," You pet him, feeling his head nuzzle into your hand and his body move to match the shape of your palm.

"Are you hungry?" You asked him, opening a can of wet food. He meowed relentlessly, excited at the prospect of dinner. You chuckled and turned around, ready to put his bowl down, but instead of seeing him there, he was at the window, staring outside.

That was odd. Normally, he would be all over it. Nothing had ever managed to take his attention enough away from his precious wet food. Something immediately felt wrong to you, a pit forming in your stomach.

"Salem?" You called cautiously as you approached, warily opening the window to get a look. The moon was blood red, and you felt a chill. Something was definitely off. That's not normal.

When you felt the moon sucking you in, you instantly shut the window, "What is going on?" You asked as you felt a bout of dizziness overtake you. You stepped back, tripping over something as you began to faint, but you didn't hit the ground.

It felt as though a rift opened up, and you fell. Down, down, down. Deep into a pit of darkness. It wasn't like the kind of fall that you felt when you were about to fall asleep, no... This was much more real. The wind was whipping through your hair, and you could see your apartment getting smaller and smaller, and you could see Salem, standing at the edge, looking at you, alarmed.

Screams came through your throat, and you watched as Salem jumped down with you, the hole closing up behind him. "What the hell is going on?!" You screamed, continuing to fall at breakneck speed.

All of a sudden, yours and Salem's fall slowed, your hair no longer whipping in the rough winds, and you felt your body tilt backwards, almost as though it was being laid down by some sort of force, and your eyes felt heavy. No matter how much you tried to fight it, they closed, and you fell unconscious, feeling something tickle your skin.

The darkness faded away, and you were left laying on the ground, in a bed of flowers.

"Hello? You okay?" A distant voice called and your eyelids twitched, opening with a flutter. Your surroundings were different. In fact, they were like nothing you'd ever seen before.

"Ah, there you are. Time to get up I think." A young man with purpleish white hair tied into a braid, and an extravagant purple coat and purple eyes said with a handsome smile.

You sucked in a breath, sitting up on your elbows and moving back a bit, "Who the hell are you?" You spat. Before he answered, he saw as you looked around, panicked. An imposing building stood before you, in the lavish garden.

You gasped, standing up and rubbing your jeans down from the flower petals. "What the fuck kinda dream is this?" You mumbled under your breath.

"If only this was a dream. Then, there would be no rules and you and I could do whatever we liked. You have such lovely dark eyes, treasure. Care to take a turn with me?" You didn't miss the seductive, flirtatious tone coming from the man.

You took a step back from him, "Stay away from me!" You warned, scurrying back, but tripping over something, causing the man to reach out and grab you.

"Gods!" The second he grabbed you to steady you, his whole body was engulfed in a violet flame reminiscent of twilight.

You looked at it with wide eyes. Magic?!

"This should not be possible. I'm carrying a stone that prevents this," He said to himself, in shock.

"How can this be?" Another voice called, belonging to a princely figure with pink-blond hair, and that was when you realized you were basically being watched by a group of men.

"Fenn's radiating power," A sleepy looking blond man with green eyes said, surprised.

"So the light just now was your doing, was it? Explain yourself." A pale man with blue hair, blue eyes and clothes asked.

That was when you quickly gathered your wits and shoved the guy called Fenn off you.

"Making eyes at women again, are we?" An intimidating looking guy with dark hair and red eyes approached.

"Hm? Who and what are you?" He got closer to you and scowled, glaring.

He leaned down, meeting your eyes, "Get away from me!" You shouted and pulled away. "Your eyes are as black as jet... It cannot be." He continued to glare.

"Would I be correct in saying this girl has enhanced Fenn's powers?" The blue-haired man asked.

You don't say anything as you slowly start to back away while they're talking.

"Calm down, Guy. You, too, Toa." The guy in green urged. "You're frightening her." He said and moved to stand beside you.

"Are you alright?" He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder, and as soon as he did, his body was enveloped in a green fire. "Well, now," The guy in green said.

"My word!" Toa and Guy called at the same time.

"Such radiance... I daresay this is a magical flame." The princelike man exclaimed.

At this display, you shoved his hand off of you, taking more steps back. "It leaves you at a loss for words, doesn't it?" Fenn said, still glowing.

"She's something else, isn't she?" The man dressed in green replied.

"Guy, do you think she could be--" The prince asked.

"Yes. There is no doubt." Guy replied.

"You there." He called and approached you, causing you to try to back away faster. His gaze raked over your body, and unbeknownst to you, he liked what he saw. "Your name."

You refused to answer, glaring at him. You felt the corners of your mind begin to clench, as an uninvited force tried to enter.

No. Go away!

You gritted your teeth, clenching your jaw as you tried to stop it from entering, but Guy noticed and tilted his head to the side, driving his powers further. "I will ask you one more time. Tell. Me. Your. Name."

This time, you couldn't resist, "Y/n Y/l/n." You replied.

"Now then. Where do you come from?" He asked.

You fight your lips, pressing them into a line, but after a moment, you can't hold it back, telling him your entire address.

"What kind of a place is that? I've never heard of it." Guy scowled, angrily.

"Hard as it may be to believe, I suggest she may be a trespasser upon our world." Toa said.

"Meow!" Salem jumped out of a bush, causing the men to look surprised. You took this as your opportunity, scooping him up and making a run for it.

"No, wait! Please!" The princelike one shouted after you but you ignored him.

"Salem, where the hell are we?!" You shouted, as you made it to a colossal gate.

"Halt." You heard a voice call and looked up to see the men floating. "Where do you suppose you're going? Try not to make trouble, will you?" Guy glared and you glared back at him, your face and voice turning into one of anger.

"Go to hell!" You shouted, pushing the heavy gate open and continuing to run.

They continued to pursue you while having a chat as though they weren't chasing someone. "Guy, you mustn't glare at people. How many times must I remind you to be a gentleman?" Fenn asked, disappointedly.

"And you seem to have gotten to big for your britches since you got that magical boost. Does he look even more unhinged than usual or am I imagining things?" Toa replied.

"I am rather giddy; I feel as though I could do anything right now. And that was but a touch of her, imagine what a kiss could do."

"I'd rather die!" You screamed over your ragged breaths.

"Hey. Hands to yourself." Guy said, ignoring you.

"Don't scowl so... It isn't very becoming." Fenn smirked.

The princelike man suddenly descended in front of you, blocking your path, "Y/n, was it?" He asked and you stared at him. "I'm Roy. You needn't be so frightened of us, you know. We intend you no harm." He gave you a charming smile.

"I find that very hard to believe." You said, panting.

"We aren't the scary sort. You can trust us." The man in green also descends in front of you, and it gives you pause. These two seem to be the least problematic.

"It's not you I'm worried about." You clarified.

The other men descend too, "Let us test this theory." Toa called and you turned. Before your eyes even managed to focus on what you were looking at, Toa, grabbed your face, his cool hand chilling your warm cheeks, and his body was engulfed in blue flame.

You wrenched your face out of his grip, "Will you stop touching me?!" You shouted at all of them.

"Wait your turn. The first taste is mine." Guy ordered and you groaned, your heart hammering against your chest as you felt a burst of rage.

"Don't you dare!" You shouted, backing away as he advanced on you, and you bumped into the two men.

"Hold on, Guy--" The man in green tried to say, but Guy grabbed you by your waist. "A simple touch can accomplish all of this?" Guy asked, shocked, as fire exuded from his body, and you tried to wrench out of his grip.

"How dare you! I should go first." Toa retorted.

"Do. Not. Move." Guy ordered, ignoring Toa's protests as that force tried to weasel its way into your mind again. At first it took hold, and you stood still as a statue, as well as all the other men.

"I'm frozen!" The man in green said.

"All four of us at the same time? How is that possible?" Fenn asked.

"Her touch has amplified Guy's powers." Roy said.

"Your lips are mine and mine alone." Guy promised, leaning in closer. You felt more rage burst through your form, and as soon as he got close enough, with you trying to move and will your mind to escape this power, you felt the chain on your brain snap.

As soon as you realized you were able, you slapped him across the face. Everyone, who had been frozen before, were no longer under the spell due to your breaking it. But they still stood still as statues, jaws dropped as you moved out of Guy's grip and took off running once more, Salem still in your arms.

"That is quite enough." A man in an extravagant white cloak blocked your path, his hood covering his head and face.

"Headmaster," Toa called, still in the nonmagical trance you put on him by breaking out of a powerful spell and slapping Guy.

"Get away from her at once. That means every single one of you." The headmaster said an you took in a breath, trying to put some distance between yourself and this man encased in white.

"What do you want? Here to try to force me into submission, too? I promise you it will not work!" You growled, your tired voice brimming with fire.

"Poor dear. You need not look so petrified, you know." The headmaster said and you glared at him.

"Petrified?! No, sir, I am furious," You seethed, putting your cat down on the ground for a moment, "You're a headmaster, yes? These men are students?" You started and everyone watched with bated breath, "What kind of bullshit institution are you running, that your own students resort to acting like disgusting swine the moment they get the inclination of power?"

The headmaster stayed silent, listening to you, "Hey, woman--" Toa looked ready to stop you but the headmaster put up a hand to calm him, allowing you to continue.

"I am not an object. I will not be used as such. Not by any man. Magical or otherwise. Get your pigs under control." You spat and picked up your cat, ready to walk again, but the headmaster stopped you.

"Let me go." You warned, but he wordlessly raised his hand in command, and you felt something wrap around your neck. You touched it, feeling a chocker with a pendant hanging off it.

"That little bauble will be your salvation." He offered and you looked at him in confusion.

"No doubt, you are overwhelmed, having found yourself here of all places." You looked at him, a glare still present in your curious eyes, "This world is entirely unlike the place from whence you came. It is the magical realm." He explained.

"I beg your pardon?" You shot, your voice incredulous.

"The human world in which you live is divergent from our own."

You swallowed hard. "This is too much. I am in a phantasmagoric nightmare." You put your palm against your face, your voice sounding exasperated. "This is no nightmare." He said.

"Your very existence here will shake this world to its foundations. You, not only have the ability to give others power, but your own powers in themselves are stronger than anything this realm has seen." He clarified, raising his hand to perform some kind of spell.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy, but you tried to fight it. This was no time to fall asleep. "Don't fight it, child. That strength of yours will be put to good use, if nurtured." He said and you continued to fight it, standing up on your own two feet.

Everyone watched you with bated breath, as your forehead began to collect with sweat. Your body was warming up from fighting against the magic, and having already fought and broken Guy's powerful spell, you were worn out.

Your vision began to tilt and you fell onto the ground, whole body slick with sweat, but your eyes were still open. "Very impressive, Ms. Y/n. But I must urge you to rest." The headmaster said and you shook your head. "No... No..." You could feel your consciousness slipping, and you desperately tried to get a grip on it, but it just became harder and harder, until you couldn't fight it anymore.

"You are a rare and wonderful creature. But until you learn to hone that incredible power you hold within you, you represent nothing but an evil omen to the magical realm." The way he said it made it sound like you had the ability to be the strongest villain their world had ever seen. As though if you weren't trained and given the right direction, you could reduce their world to nothingness, with your own two hands.

And everyone should be frightened.

--

You felt something wet touching your hand and your eyelids twitched a few times, slowly opening. "Salem..." You mumbled, opening your eyes.

"Good morning, milady." You heard a smooth, elegant voice call and you looked over, seeing Salem with wings and his mouth opening and closing.

You screamed, jumping and accidentally falling off the bed. "What the hell?!"

"Are you alright?" He asked, and you stared at him dumfounded. "You can talk!" You pointed out, shocked.

"I understand your surprise, having never been to the magical realm before, I'm as thrilled as you are!" Salem exclaimed. His voice kind of suited his pitch black appearance. It was a little bit deeper than you would have thought, but still fitting. He had a posh accent, too, and you were dumfounded.

"All will be well, milady. You have nothing to fear as long as I am with you." He nodded, assuredly puffing out his chest and naming himself your protector.

"Lord have mercy..." You huffed, desperately, wondering what would become of you, now that you realized this was no dream.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

I know damn well Mf did not just saw “scrumptious” for some mother fucking hard, dry ass loaf of bread.

[pet-pet-peet]

CoD Characters and Their Hug Preferences

Clingy and protective; he holds you everyday, all the time, whenever you're together. Doesn't want to get his hands off of you for even a minute. He just loves the security; the feeling that you're in his arms and no harm could come to you while he has you. Typically the initiator, yet if you begin to hug him first he will melt. When you initiate hugs, he feels loved in a way he never has and wants to drink the feeling in as much as he could. So he's typically the big spoon, but he absolutely kills to be the little spoon. __________ Fenn, Dia, Roy, Aquia, Lynt, Rio, Tino __________ Pda isn't necessarily his thing, but if you want a hug then he has no reason to deny you one. Has a strong hold but the hugs are fleeting. He just much prefers to wait until you're alone in one of your rooms, then he doesn't have to hold back. He holds you while he studies, or reads, or just while you're talking casually about something. Completely different person behind closed doors for sure. __________ Jasper, Grayson, Knight, Toa, Lou __________

Will not hug you in public, but also won't push you away. He has a reputation to uphold, an image to cater, he can't let people see him soft and lovey-dovey. Behind closed doors he can make up for the lack of reciprocated affection, but he'd much prefer it not be in public where people can use it against him or you. __________

Guy, Lance

[courtofmatchups]

Okay, I'm back! I changed my character's name and wrote up this whole-ass wiki page for hyper-clarity, now let's get on with that matchmaking! (whenever that is convenient for you, of course)

Atlas Brooke is a 23-year-old woman from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She works in an office for her day job while also working as an actor with the Delancey Show Troupe. She is 5’6 (170 cm), is stocky and slender, and has short red hair and sea-green eyes. She’s a biromantic graysexual and her star sign is Aquarius.

Atlas's family consists of a mother and a younger brother named Sebastian. Sebastian is absolutely perfect and excelled at school, and sports, and is currently going to college to become a politician (he wants to be the mayor one day). Atlas was always more of a creative type, very distracted during school, and tried hard to impress her mother in every possible way. Unfortunately, Mom showed no interest in her unless she was getting in trouble or doing something wrong.

During school, Atlas found her passion with the drama club. She snuck into a show one night in middle school and fell in love with the way the actors performed which made her feel more emotion than she ever felt in her house with her family. Once she got in and started to learn, she finally felt like she was able to do something that her brother couldn't, something that was all her own. Her mother never came to any of her shows, which disappointed her, but she was beginning to realize that her need for approval was holding her back.

Fed up with her mother's emotional neglect and her ever-present brother's golden child syndrome, Atlas decided it was time to look for some work and a new place to live. First, she got a job at an office, then she sought out some acting work. She eventually encountered the Delancey Show Troupe doing a street act to advertise their upcoming show. The actors were very talented, and their actual show was top-notch when Atlas went to see it, so the only logical thing to do was to arrange an audition, which she passed with flying colors.

When she finds herself in Saligia, it is by complete accident. Atlas is a mundane, the only magic she’s capable of doing is stage magician tricks, and she’s not supposed to be here. In all likelihood, she was with the person who was intended to be summoned to the magical realm and ended up getting dragged along for the ride. Once all the prologue confusion is settled and the actual Vane reincarnate is placed in the academy’s care, Atlas has to be like, “What about me? What am I supposed to do?” So if you’re the Headmaster, what do you do with this random chick who is of no use to Iritium or anyone else in the magical realm? Make her a valet! She’s not thrilled with the idea of being a glorified butler at first, but she warms up to her new boss and the other valets pretty quickly.

Atlas’s personality tends to put people off at first. She has a propensity to get sassy and profane when she feels disrespected, and will often retort to jerks with sarcasm or open disinterest. She’s also extremely straightforward to the point of bluntness. If she likes you, you will know. If she hates you, you will know. If she’s lying to you, you will NOT know, because she’s so plainspoken that you’re probably just going to take whatever she says as a fact (a miscalculation that serves her EXTREMELY well when doing magic tricks). But despite her brazenness and attitude problems, she is a loyal friend who will never turn her back on you when you need her. She’s drawn to people she can tell are having a rough time and is more than happy to offer a shoulder to cry on. She’s also very protective. If she sees her friend getting picked on, she takes up the job as an arbitrator/bodyguard/human shield, even if she gets hurt in the process.

She’s a proud tomboy who refuses to wear a skirt outside of costumes, and she doesn’t care who has a problem with it. She likes wearing clothes that are easy to move around in, are brightly colored, and if possible, have lots and lots of sparkles.

Atlas is a very skilled actor, singer, and dancer. Musicals are her favorite shows to do because she loves learning songs and choreography. She can do modern, tap, jazz, swing, tango, and some ballet and gymnastics. Her vocal range is G3-E3 (mezzo), and her voice is LOUD (If Lynt wants to sleep through her performance, he’s gonna have a real challenge). She is often cast for both male and female roles due to her androgynous features and ability to get completely into whatever role she’s playing, whether it be a comedic role like Leaf Coneybear in Spelling Bee or a slayful baddie like Charon in Percy Jackson.

In addition to theatre, she’s also very skilled in magic tricks. Not genuine Saligian magic, but things like pulling stuff from behind people’s ears and making things end up in different places than where they were put. Sleight-of-hand tricks are a particular favorite of hers. She's also very adept in self-defense. Some of her favorite events in Saligia would be Nightmare Battles and Hallowed Eve, in which she can go all out in fighting things off to reach the goal point, much to the awe (or horror) of the other competitors. She often employs her amazing dexterity to get the upper hand on the competition, and generally cause frustration and chaos for her own amusement.

It seems to me, you've captured the heart of...

The Consummate Prince,

Roy Invidia!

The way I see this relationship unfolding is through your friendship with Grayson (in my headcanon, you and he become friends by some utter fuckery. Neither of you know how it happened, though). Technically, he met you first, and he went out of his way to help you gain your footing in this new world, despite your lack of magic. You eventually became friends with Grayson, the only other mundane here. At first he was curious about you, but as he got to know you he couldn't help but feel that draw to you become more potent.

You can hardly blame him. While the two of you may share different backgrounds, you both possess a playful demeanor and an appreciation for the arts. Additionally, you both value integrity and honesty in relationships, and your straightforwardness is refreshing.

Roy likes confident individuals, and he would love to take you to performances whenever he has the time. As a prince, he has to has some appreciation for the arts, and seeing that you and he both hail from different worlds, he would enjoy learning about the media from your world. And I feel like you'd enjoy the art from Saligia.

Your strong sense of empathy also adds a deep layer of compassion and understanding to your friendships and relationships, and low-key Roy is kind of lonely from acting like the perfect prince all the time. Don't get him wrong, he loves his friends and family, but I feel like he'd like to let his hair down from time to time. And he would feel so safe being himself with you.

You would have the potential to create a vibrant and engaging romance, and I am certain that you could have many meaningful conversations.

[atomsminecraft]

Hi. Can you write Roy x female reader fic? Where Roy finds reader crying because of stress and studies. He comforts her and kisses her on the forehead. Pretty please 🥺💗🌷

YESSSS?????

I physically can't stop myself from writing this now that I saw it

I'm gonna try and write this in one sitting

Watch me do that

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Everything was going wrong today. First is was a failed test, next it was a failed potion, and after that it was a failed project and then an assignment. Assignments were pilling up day after day after countless failed attempts and essays because of these failed assignments started pilling up even more.

Classes ended early today, which is good because I don't think I could handle anymore fails and scoldings from my professors. Sure, some tried to help me, but they couldn't do my work for me.

The moment the bell rang I packed my stuff and ran out of the classroom. I needed to be alone right now. Where should I go so I can be alone? My dorm? No... Robin is in there and I don't want to worry him. Maybe the bathroom? But someone might walk in there... There were only so many places I could go to, and none of them were any good. The S-ranks should still be in their classes, right? Maybe the rooftop should be ok...

I quickly made sure no one was following me then I went to the rooftop. I looked around and found a nice spot near some flowers. Maybe these will make me feel better. I sit down and looked at the variety of flowers. Speaking of flowers, wasn't there an assignments about flowers today too?

...

Great. that makes me feel even worse.

I hug my knees and hide my face in them. What should I do about all that work? Am I really that stupid to not understand something I should know? I get I'm not from this world, but I've been here long enough to know these things by now! I try wiping away some tears that showed up yet they never seem to go away. Ugh, why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying over something so stupid...

"Miss- Oh!" I looked up to find a surprised Roy. "Are you alright?" He asks with worry on his face. Oh boy now he's done it. I try wiping my tears away on my sleeve but even more seem to replace them.

"I-" I choke on my words from both tears and not knowing what to say to him. I feel him sit down next to me and he hands me a handkerchief. I take it gratefully and wipe my seemingly never-ending flow of tears. We stay in silence for some time and I've somewhat calmed down in that time.

"May I ask what caused you this much distress?" Roy's voice is soft and gentle. "Is there any particular way I may help?" I take a deep breath before answering.

"I... I'm sorry for bothering you with this..." My voice shakes as I say this. "It's stupid..."

Roy puts a hand on my shoulder, "If it causes you to be this upset, it surely has a good reason for it." I stay silent for a moment to try and think of the right thing to say.

"I... I'm just... Everything is too much right now..." I start off. "I keep messing up everything and I can't seem to get any of it right and so much work has pilled up and I can't finish it all and-" before I know it, I'm crying again. Roy pulls me into a side hug and I lean into him. We stayed like that for some time. It was peaceful. Comforting. It was nice.

"Miss MC..." Roy says. I feel Roy kiss my forehead and I blush. "Please, allow me to assist you when you need it."

"Wha-"

"Allow me to rid of some of your burden, even for a short time. Allow me to help you with this." My face feels like it's on fire as I stare up at him.

"I- Why would- Huh???"

"I deeply cherish you, Miss MC. I dislike seeing you like this." He smiles at me and takes my hand. I'm shocked into silence from what happened and Roy's fingers traces patterns on my hand.

I take a deep breath, "I... I care about you a lot too Roy." Now it's Roy's turn to be surprised, though he quickly composes himself and smiles at me.

"I am pleased to hear you share the same sentiment." I suddenly realize I've stopped crying all together now.

"Oh! Uh- Your handkerchief-"

He lightly chuckles, "You need not worry about it. All that matters is that you've stopped crying." I feel myself blush and I look away.

"I'm sor-" A sudden realization hits me. "Wait, how come you aren't in class? I thought the S-rank lectures were still happening?"

"Those finished not too long before I came here." Was I out here for that long? If felt shorter...

"Oh..."

Roy got up and gave me his hand. "The next time you feel like this, please seek my assistance. As I said before, I wish to assist you in any way I am able. If you have any questions, I hope you will come to me." I grab his hand and stand up.

"Yes... Thank you again, Roy. I truly appreciate it." He gives me a kind smile.

"I look forward to the visit. Please don't be afraid to ask me anything you need me for. I hope to see you soon." With that, Roy walks off and his hand separate from mine. I feel the warmth on my hand linger as he walks away. As I process what just happened, I can't seem to wonder...

"Wait... Was I just somewhat confessed to?!"

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I hope you liked it 💕

I did in fact write this in one sitting

I am very proud of this because it forced me to write

Thank you Anon for helping me write and do something productive for once 💀

[pieground]

To Love The Prince That He Is

In participation to @voltagefandomproject

☄️╎Roy x Reader

☄️╎Spoilers from Chapters 20 &21 (Roy's Route)

Love, they say, was the cruelest curse of all. It wasn't until those amber eyes told you why.

Roy is a picture-perfect prince. That much, everybody knows. But you knew that under all of that lavish garments and picturesque smiles was a tangled mind with a brewing potion of remorse. He has the hunger to prove that can only be satiated by achieving his goal, thus he'd take every possible means to have it, to have it his way. That's what being the prince made him, the boy inside him cries ceaselessly; his needs turned into greed and envy. Roy's eyes of amber and citrine can never hide that truth the same way his lips can paint the perfectly polite smile he always has.

Then one night, it became too much.

In the empty ballroom, after the guests have left, you took his hand; they were cold. Most likely because of what happened during the party, when nobles whispered of criticism and judgment, purposely making him feel a lot more on edge than he should have. 

Then there it was again, that beautiful empty smile… you wonder, that if you show him a mirror, would he be able to see what you're seeing right now? A mask full of cracks.

Before a word could be spoken of your mouth to reassure him, he winced. Long graceful fingers then captured your jaw, leading you to stare directly into those yellow pools of topaz irises. It reminded you of what it's like to be held captive and somehow, you felt both sad and relieved. 

Keeping silent, you anticipate the words that will fall from his lips.

“Love. The. Prince. That. I. Am.”

There it is.

You knew it. Deep inside, you're aware that it is only a matter of time before Roy does something like this. As if a haze covered your mind, you went into a short state of a dream wherein you saw a genuine smile on his face. The sensation of falling didn't wake you but Roy's arms which caught you midfall. He was holding you against his chest, mumbling incoherent words while his lips stayed buried in the top of your head.

He must be whispering apologies, you think. But you knew better than to tell him that the ancient magic didn't work; he will never be able to forgive himself. This way, he will be able to tell you what he needs without putting you first. 

This is for him too.

It may feel wrong, but that's just how it is. Let the forgiving only be yours; love, after all, is the cruelest curse of all and however this ends, it is the consequence of loving the prince that he is.

[shytastemakerthing]

I know I asked you for a matchup before, but I like your writing too much. I'd like a matchup for myself this time for either Obey Me or Court of Darkness (I don't want to be paired with Guy or Jasper lmao)

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy black hair that reaches my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. I do this because most of the time, I can do a lot of things efficiently without breaking a sweat. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

Also, I kin Mishiro Usui from Blank Dream and Es from Alter Ego

I hope this is enough information for a matchup. Thanks for taking the time to read this

Hello! Thank you for the request and I am finally getting around to trying and finishing these up at long last. I hope that you enjoy reading!

Note: The match-ups are a little shorter for right now as I still have about 45 more of these I have to answer that have been sitting in the inbox and I feel so bad for having them all sit for so long. So much has happened in these last several months that I've just been on the brink of exhaustion at all times. Also, if the formating is weird, I'm typing this on a computer cause my phone be struggling lately.

TW: None

I match you with..........

Lynt Akedia

This sleepy prince absolutely loves it if you decide to read to him, though the chances are that he will actually find himself dozing off to the sound of your voice, more invested in listening to you at this point than to the story. Chances are, he has already read it, he just loves to listen to you talk.

Sometimes he is a bit lost as to just how hard-working you are, given he is a bit more of the opposite, but he finds this trait of yours to be rather endearing and it is something he admires about you. It's not all the time that he sees people such as yourself. I makes him smile.

As the resident peacekeeper between the many princes given how much he does not like conflict, seeing you start to grow more on edge as certain conflicts arise, this is where you will see him trying harder for you to try and get things resolved as quickly and as smoothly as possible. It's one of the ways that he shows how he cares.

Given how you are able to see how others are around you, how they feel and such, you just know when Lynt is not feeling his best, especially if you've found him alone and reading one of the books from his grandfather, or asleep, or even asleep while holding said book. He never really conveyed just how much he felt all that much with others, but you are someone who understands him, who will actually listen to what it is that he has to say, and he is thankful for that trait of yours each and every day.

As a prince, he does not really have any issues financially, so if he sees that there are certain paints or any other art supplies you are in low stock of, he makes sure to get them just for you. There's no need to thank him, the smile on your face and the shine in your eyes when he gives them to you is payment enough.

Overall, the sleepy prince knows he can just relax around you, that you are there for him if he needs to actually get something off of his chest instead of just sleeping it away. Such things have certainly improved several aspects of his life, and he could never thank you enough for just being there for him.

[satanicbagel13]

Since I fucking hate his comfy clothes, i offer fenn putting his hair up in whay I consider to be better

[ithseem]

The Princes with a Gentle!Chubby!S/O

(because literally no one asked for it)

(warnings: none unless you're allergic to fluff, mentions of angst, or a lack of a beta reader)

(GN reader. Enjoy!)

Guy Avari

Oh, Guy Avari... The ever-so-cold man who claims he wants nothing to do with romance, weakened by the chubby person who came into his life

I dare you to tell me he wouldn't appreciate a chubby s/o

Bro's often overworked so he would find comfort in hugging you in private

If you're ever worried about crushing him when he asks that you sit on his lap, he'll just straight up say "balderdash" and sit you on his lap anyways

And if you're insecure about your looks, lemme tell you something: it does not matter to him what you look like. Your presence is comforting as hell

He'll also hire tailors through Jasper to make clothes that flatter you

And if his fan club or anyone else harasses, you, Guy will make sure they stay FAR away from you

Toa Qelsum

Overworked and often burnt-out mf electric boogaloo

I've said this in a previous post, and I'll say it again: I dare you to tell me Toa wouldn't appreciate his chubby s/o holding him in their arms and telling him that he's doing amazing and that everything will be alright

I cannot guarantee he'll know how to react at first, but he will grow more accustomed to this, so please, do it regularly 🥺 (bro's touched-starved asf)

His family and the people he grew up with were cold, to say the least, so someone as warm and caring as you would be a welcome change of pace

Also, if you happen to cross paths with these people, or if his fan club harasses you it won't be hard for your insecurities to resurface, so he'll make ABSOLUTELY SURE you don't feel unloved by him

Will also hire tailors to make you clothes that flatter you

Lynt Akedia

I dare you to tell me this skinny boy wouldn't find comfort in using you as a body pillow

Lynt's already affectionate as hell, and that's only gonna increase tenfold with a gentle and chubby s/o

Your thighs are definitely his favourite pillow

If he finds out you're insecure about your looks, Lynt would look at you like: Do you even see yourself?? You're literally so beautiful

His fan club will stay especially away from you since they've incurred Lynt's wrath. And lemme tell you something, a quiet person's wrath is nothing to take lightly

Roy Invidia

It's no secret that Roy is among the loveliest people when it comes to you

He appreciates you for your gentle personality and truth be told, he does find your huggable figure quite winsome

How couldn't he? You're simultaneously paramour- and friend-shaped

You accept him as the person he is and he appreciates that he doesn't have to be perfect all the time around you

He always transcends to cloud nine whenever you give him cuddles

Fenn Luxure

"People are just hot, man" (paraphrased, of course, lulz)

There is not a single person he doesn't see the beauty in, and you are no exception

If you happen to be insecure about your looks, you may or may not be a little suspicious about why he flirts with you so much, since a lot of the flirting aimed towards you may have been a joke

At first, it was nothing more than just some casual flirting and maybe wanting a hookup but nothing more

But as he got to know you and your sweet nature, he can't help but feel drawn to you

Man's been neglected for a lot of his life, and you giving him the attention just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

It's not long before the two of you become paramours, and there isn't a moment where neither of you feels unloved

Expect lots of cuddling

Rio Voleri

Ah, yes. The resident Chubby Chaser Extraordinaire

It is, in fact, canon that he likes 'em big. He likes 'em chunky (source: Rio's book 1)

Rio never was all that interested in love, but not so much when it comes to you

Can you blame him, though? You're just too cute for words

And lemme tell you, he will ENJOY making food with you and, of course, eating with you

He also enjoys how happy you look when you eat

And if you're insecure in your looks and you bring it up, the poor boy will be SO baffled

How can you say such things about yourself??

In my headcanon, I see him built like Jotaro Kujo, so he would love to pick you up or have you as an extra weight on his back when he does pushups (He looks like a twig in the game's art style I'm sorry 😭😭)

Also, expect LOTS of cuddles

[dotster001]

Bite

Summary: Dia Akedia x gn!reader Unfortunately for your sleepy self, your boyfriend's love language is biting.

A/N: inspired by my cat, and Dia's lack of embarrassment. Very short, but hopefully still enjoyable.

You would like to think that, after so long in Saligia, you'd have adapted to the sleep schedule. But, sometimes, your body relapsed. It would remember how “morning time” used to be when you would wake up, and “night time” was when you slept.

Day's like today, you would just sleep through your first class. Not that your paramour cared. He intended to skip class. What he didn't like was that you weren't paying attention to him.

“Y/N,” he whispered, as he snuggled even closer to you. You were only vaguely aware of him, opting to grumble and turn your back to him.

“Y/N,” he whined, pressing his lips to your neck, planting sloppy wet kisses along it.

You grumbled some more, swatting vaguely around you.

He huffed. He leaned back into your neck again, and bit down.

“Dia, no,” you whined, pulling your blanket over your head. “Let me sleeeeeep.”

You heard an unexcited “hmph”, and for a moment, you thought he would just lay back down and go to sleep. Maybe cuddle with you a little.

Then you felt a puff of warm air on a part of your hip that was not completely covered by the blanket, and before you could react, he'd bit again.

You made yourself even smaller under the blanket, tucking it in around yourself so there were no gaps for him to get under. This time, you heard a “grr”. 

“Diaaaaaaaa, I need sleep!”

Now you heard a grumbling of words in, what sounded like, latin, as he began searching for the edge of the blanket so that he could drag it off you.

“I. Want. You. To. Love. Me.” He punctuated each word with a yank at the blanket. 

“I do love you. I just love you more when you let me sleep,” you whined, fighting just as hard to keep the blanket on on your still sleepy body. A particularly hard yank sent Dia tumbling off the bed, but it also meant you were now completely defenseless. He quickly got up, and leapt on top of you, laying his entire weight on you, as he leaned in and nibbled your cheek, quickly moving to nibble the tip of your nose.  You grabbed your pillow from under your head, and hit him on the head with it.

He froze, glaring at you.

“I want to sleep,” you said, firmly.

“Fine,” he said cooly, standing up and leaving the room, but not before kicking the blanket slightly out of reach.

You stood up to grab the blanket, laid yourself back down and snuggled up in the most comfortable way ever. Then you closed your eyes.

And it was then that you realized you had lost all your sleep fighting him off.

You reopened your eyes and growled in frustration. You stood up, got dressed, then made the trek to your, soon to be smug ass, boyfriend’s room.

[leander-simp]

Sweet or Spicy?(18+)

A/n: This might have some few errors as I am translating this the best I can from Japanese to English. I also took a little inspiration from @bitchkay 's nsfw headcanons.

Summary: your date with Lou takes a twist when you suggest a method on how to find out whether he likes spicy or sweets.

Tw: Smut, Food play(do not try in future when near genitals), Praising, Dacryphilla, and slight degradation.

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Two figures sitting down in a meadow, laugh as they ate the sweets and what not, that they had bought earlier.

"So Lou, which one do you like more? Sweet or Spicy?" MC asked as she watched Lou slurp a syrup-like liquid filled tube.

"I am uncertain as I find these delicious equally." Lou replied as he glanced at all of the food, they had bought. "Maybe if I continue eating them, I'll learn which one I prefer."

MC smiled. "I know of another way for you to learn that." She said while winking at Lou.

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"Ahh~" MC let out as she felt Lou's tongue glide across her flesh, licking up the warm, spiced syrup that was smeared on her flustered skin.

Her hand was gripping Lou's shoulder while the other was gripping the edge of Lou's desk beneath her. "This was not what I meant earlier but, I can't com- Complain." She panted as she felt him slightly sucking on her flesh as he licked down her body.

Lou stopped at her belly and chuckled before getting up and reached for a bottle of spiced syrup. Opening it, he held it over Mc's body before he squeezed it, letting the syrup pour down onto Mc's belly. He stopped after a small pool of spiced syrup was resting on Mc's belly.

Putting away the bottle, he leaned down and licked at the pool while his index finger came to the pool of syrup, coating it in warm syrup before sliding down her belly to her pussy and began teasing her clit.

Mc's back slightly arched at the contact upon her clit as she moaned.

"By the creator, Lou. That feels so good. Your fingers feel so good and warm." She praised, squeezing her eyes tight due to the pleasure being inflicted upon her while her thighs squeezed together, trapping Lou's hand between her thighs.

Lou licked up the last bit of syrup on Mc's belly, as his middle finger joined his index, increasing the pleasure.

"Mm, you taste delicious, my love." Lou hummed as he lifted his head up, looking up at Mc's face, watching her reaction to his fingers on her clit.

"Perhaps, I should add another?" He added as his ring finger joined the two fingers, teasing her clit.

Using his other hand, he pushed on her thighs, pulling them apart, allowing him to rest himself in-between them. He took his hand away from her clit, watching as Mc's eyes flew open from the absence of his fingers.

He smirked as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the syrup covered digits, licking away the spiced syrup while looking at Mc with lust in his eyes.

"Lou, please." Mc begged as she rocked her hips against Lou's, causing him to moan at the friction.

He groaned as he leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She replied eagerly by kissing back as one of her hands cupped the back of his neck while the other slid down his body to the hem of his pants. Tugging at the hem, she slightly pushed down his pants enough for his erect cock to pop out of its confinements.

His cock twitched at the sudden feel of cold air. Lou chuckled at Mc's eagerness before pulling away from the kiss. Mc whined as she leaned up for another kiss. Lou saw this and leaned down giving Mc a tender kiss.

Mc moaned as she tasted the spiced honey lingering on his soft, warm lips and tongue as she felt Lou poke his tongue into her mouth.

Her unoccupied hand reached down and grasped Lou's cock, gently stroking it as his and her mouth moved together in unison.

A whimper made its way out of Lou as he felt her hand stroking his erect cock, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss as he felt waves of pleasure roar inside. The closer that he got to his release, the harsh and plentiful the waves of pleasure roared.

He pulled away from the heated kiss, taking a breath as his eyes were glossy from immense pleasure, allowing small tears of pleasure to roll down his cheeks as he felt himself near his end.

"My love." He moaned softly as his hands gripped Mc's waist tightly.

His eyes flew open as he let out a small whine when Mc pulled her hand away from his cock.

"Not yet, Lou. I want you to cum inside of me." Mc whispered as she smiled up at the mess of a man above her. Lou groaned but nodded.

Aligning his cock with her wet folds, he slowly slid in, moaning and whining as he did so. He slid all the way in until the hilt was buried inside.

The pair both stayed still in that position, catching their breaths. Lou began to pull out until only the tip was inside before slamming his cock back in. Repeating this motion, mewls, moans, whimpers and gasps flowed out of Mc's mouth as she threw her head back.

Moans, groans, whimpers and whines flew out Lou's mouth in unison with Mc's. "By the creator, Lou, you feel so fucking good." Mc moaned as her hands flew to the edges of the desk, gripping them as she felt the desk creak and groan at the roughness behind Lou's thrusts.

Lou only whined in response as more tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks. Mc chuckled as she saw the tears on Lou's cheeks.

"Mmm. You like it when I praise you, don't you? You look like a whore being fucked dumb with those tears, Lou." Mc said as she leaned up and pulled Lou into a heated kiss.

Drool escaped Lou's mouth as he kissed back with eagerness and dripped down his chin. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt Mc reach up with one of her hands and pushed his bangs away, revealing his other eye.

Mc pulled away from the heated kiss as she chuckled. "Don't close your eyes, Lou. I want to see your gorgeous eyes." Mc cooed as she felt Lou's thrusts speed up from the praise.

His eyes opened, one blue and one white staring at her face as small tears continued to weld up in them. Mc smiled as Lou shyly looked down to where they both were connected. He moaned as he saw her pussy take in his cock greedily while it coated his cock with slick.

"Oh, fuck! I think I'm close. How about you, my love?" Lou asked as he sped up, trying to near his end. "Mhm, I'm close too. By the creator, cum in me. Fill me up with your seed, Lou." Mc moaned as she began to thrust back, also trying to near her end with Lou.

The pair both went silent as they heard a knock at the door. They both cursed under their but Lou continued thrusting as he placed one of his hands over Mc's mouth, to silence her.

"Who is it?" Lou asked as he stared at Mc as she struggled to keep her noises in, hence why he placed his hand over her mouth.

"It's Guy. I was wondering if you knew about the whereabouts of Mc, she missed some of her lectures today."

Lou smirked as he felt Mc's pussy clench around his cock in arousal. He leaned in close to Mc's ear. "Mmm, the way you clenched around me, does that mean that you like the idea of us getting caught, don't you? " Lou whispered causing Mc to let out a small whine before Lou pulled away. "You need not worry, she had been feeling sick as of late so she retired to her chambers early." He called out.

The pair heard a slight scoff from behind the door, indicating that Guy didn't believe the lie. "Are you sure?"

Mc let out a small moan as she suddenly felt her end come upon her. She wrapped her legs around Lou's waist tightly as she came on his cock. Lou let out a quiet groan as he came inside of her a second later, as he felt her pussy clench his cock in place as it milked his cock of his seed. Lou scoffed slightly at Guy's question. "Yes I am sure, now leave and go back to your lectures." Lou huffed as he hid his face in Mc's flushed neck.

The pair both heard Guy scoffed again before walking away. They waited until they could no longer hear Guy's footsteps before they both let out a sigh.

Taking his hand off of Mc's mouth, he wrapped his arms around her form tightly, allowing her to catch her breath as her pussy let go of his cock.

"We should definitely do this again." Lou said as he let out a soft chuckle. Mc laughed. "I'm definitely up for that."

Mc whined when she felt Lou pull his cock out of her, allowing a few drops of his cum to seep out of her hole. "Let's go get you cleaned up." Lou smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead as he picked her up from his desk.

[thehighladywrites]

- “if it is so wrong, why does it feel so good?”

pairing: stalker/perv!azriel x reader, nesta, elain and feyre mentioned

summary: stalking and perving is azriel’s favorite activities. What happens when you finally drop the oblivious mask and confront him

warnings: dark content, stalking, perving (on literally everyone), breaking and entering, stealing panties, az having a darker side, getting turned on by your fear, az eating you out, reader being bold and hot as fuck omg,

amara’s note: okay this is very short bc it’s my first time writing a dark fic. Also i hope you like it and pls read the warnings.

Azriel knows he is some sort of sick freak. He knows he should resist his sinful glances at Feyre when she's cozied up on Rhysand's lap. He flexes a little extra just to spark Nesta's desires, fully aware of her fantasies. And as for Elain, well, let's just say he's playing a forbidden game of spying while she bends over to plant her greens.

Azriel's is extremely aware he shouldn't be harboring forbidden desires or indulging in the secret pleasure of stalking someone as seemingly innocent as yourself.

Azriel, the ultimate mastermind, keeps everyone guessing. Who would suspect the quiet, brooding and publicly respected spymaster to be a closeted perv and sick stalker? It's his most guarded secret hidden beneath the intimidating exterior.

Little does Azriel know, you're fully aware of his perverse behavior—his wandering eyes and spying shadows. It surprises you that no one has figured him out yet; after all, it seems quite apparent, doesn't it?

You don’t miss his lurking shadows following you around for hours. A regular fae would’ve missed it but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to him and his ways. You know him better than anyone else and you definitely know of his stalker tendencies.

Azriel believes he's smooth, avoiding outright ogling. Instead, he strategically glances at you during training with Cassian and while sharpening his weapons, subtly appreciating the way your body moves.

Pervert azriel walks up to you, complimenting your form, claiming while it’s good there’s something you need to fix. You don’t mind if he needs to grab your waist while fixing your pose right? And of course you’ll excuse him if he accidentally brushes against your boobs and ass. I mean he just wants to help you perfect your form!

He watches you walking through Velaris from the shadows, always hiding one of his shadows with you. He tells himself that he does it for your safety. Who knows, you might be attacked and he needs to be ready.

He absolutely doesn’t want to hear how much of a hypocrite he is for also stalking you in the safety of your home aswell.

Azriel steals your panties, silently breaking into your room as he looks through your drawers, skimming through the collection of panties. He promises himself it’s the last time, though he’s made the same pledge seven times before.

Azriel's stalking tendencies lead him to roam through your belongings, touching everything to become familiar with your world. He goes to your vanity, picking up your perfumes, and indulges in the forbidden pleasure of smelling the one thing he desires most—you.

Lying in your bed, his head on your pillow, he starts shifting in the sheets, inhaling more of your scent. He revels in the trespass and wrongness of being in your bed, knowing that you might catch a hint of his own scent lingering there, a twisted thought crossing his mind that it could confuse, frighten, or even arouse you.

His cock swells at the thought of you scared, heart beating fast, trying to place who the scent belongs to.

He looks around and finds one of your shirts on the bed and picks it up to his nose.

Then he does the one thing he swore he would never stoop to. He pulls out his already hard cock and strokes it while inhaling your scent from the shirt.

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He has timed you and learned your schedule hence why he now knows that you’ll be in the shower for the next twenty minutes, giving him the perfect opportunity for his perverse activities. He’ll pick up the laciest most intricate pair, keeping it in his room as some sort of trophy with the other stuff he has taken from you. No one can enter into his room anyways, it’s safe…

Pervert Azriel looks through the little crack in your door as you stand there posing infront of a mirror while wearing pretty much nothing. A lacy little lingerie set as you touch your body, hands traveling all over your tits, waist, ass then up through your hair as you spin around, admiring yourself.

You know Azriel is standing at your door, he isn’t really all that subtle with his hand down his pants as he jerks off at the sight of you.

It’s almost enough to make your eyes roll back into the back of your head, fucking gods, he’s pathetic.

You wanted to fuck him for the longest time. He could just ask you to fuck and you’d say yes yet here he is thinking he’s slick as he pervs on you. Even with all that in mind, there’s a sick, twisted adrenaline rush spreading through your body at the thought of the esteemed and highly respected spymaster doing something so dark and wrong like this.

“I know you're there, Az. Come out,” you say, a wicked smile forming on your face as you plot to utterly humiliate him.

His entire body freezes and Azriel cautiously emerges from the shadows, realizing he's been caught. You maintain that mischievous grin, ready to unleash your plan. The air thickens with anticipation as the confrontation unfolds.

“Az?”

He looks like he’s about to jump out of the nearest window as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Yes?”

“Why are you such a disgusting little pervert? Here I am trying on some clothes and you’re just perving on me. How do you think that makes me feel? I mean I could be super afraid and you wouldn’t have any remorse? Who does something like that?”

Azriel's face heats up at the mocking question, flushing as he tries to respond.

“Az, I asked you a question,” you assert, walking over to him. His embarrassment is palpable as he apologizes, rambling about not knowing what came over him, begging you not to tell anyone.

You already know the answer, and a knowing smile plays on your lips as he seeks forgiveness.

“You’ve done a very bad thing, Azriel. Bad people deserve to be punished. You of all people understand that, right?”

Pushing him back onto one of the sofas in your room, you creep closer, leaning over to whisper. Looking down at him, you place your hand on his cheek, letting your nails dig in a little.

“I think you deserved to be punished.”

Azriel's heart raced, fearing exposure for his hidden activities. Was this it? Would you punish him by revealing his actions to everyone?

Before he could plead for forgiveness, you stood up, walking back to your bed and beckoning him over with two fingers.

As he approached, ready to sit, you extended your leg, placing your foot on his stomach, halting him in his tracks..

“Not so fast,” you assert, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “The bed is reserved for me. You can kneel on the floor.”

Azriel complies, gracefully sinking to his knees. His gaze meets yours, his beautiful eyes revealing a mixture of submission and desire.

“You’re going to eat my pussy. If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell anyone about your disgusting behavior, understand?”

He couldn't believe what was unfolding. Was he really about to taste you? About to experience the fantasy he'd daydreamed about every single day? He nods, but a disapproving tsk follows.

“I need more than a nod, Azriel. Do you understand?”

A quick, “Yes, I understand,” escapes his lips.

You can't help but smile at the swiftness of his compliance.

“That’s good. Now, I’ll be taking off my bra and panties and they’re very expensive and new so they better not go missing.”

Azriel affirms his understanding and then proceeds to drool over the way you slowly strip infront of him before you spread your legs and tell him to start.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge as he dips his head down to run his tounge up and down your slit, tasting you before playing with your clit.

You gasp in pleasure, letting out moans as your hands find their way to his hair, urging him to keep going.

Azriel’s hands dig into your thighs that are currently smushing his head. He decides to let you continue, telling himself that if he dies like this, he'd go down as the happiest person in history.

“T-that’s it, right there.”

A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel two of his fingers enter you. Your hands grab his dark soft hair as he started pumping his fingers, relishing at the way your soaking cunt is squelching and squeezing him.

You whimper at the way his thick fingers strecth you out then curl against that secret spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You start to slowly fuck yourself on them, eager for more of him.

“You taste even better than I imagined, fuck.”

His desperate voice only spurred you on.

It doesn’t take much longer for that feeling to build up in your stomach, the tight cord eventually snapping. You squeeze and throb around his fingers as you cum hard, letting out whines and mumbles.

Azriel helps you ride out your high, memorizing every facial expression in case this is the last time you ever let him this close again.

He pulls out his fingers and lick them clean then goes back and licks your pussy clean.

You let out a giggle at the sight before you, casting him a look of fake sympathy as you pull yourself together.

“Well, look at that. Seems like I’ll be keeping your secret after all. I mean, what a shame to loose such a good little pussy eater, right? I might just keep you around.”

You beckon him to rise, tossing your underwear onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Glancing back at his flushed face and heavy breathing, you offer a secret smile.

“Who knows, next time I might even let you fuck me.”

Turning around, you leave him to his thoughts as the shower starts.

Azriel stands there for a moment, his desire evident. Unable to resist, he takes your panties and bra, always craving something of yours.

He promises to himself that he won't do it for an eighth time before hurrying back to his room, to finally help himself

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[onedayimgonnasnap]

Because i currently wanna keep this fandom alive I brought a stupid idea to the table from shower thoughts-

Like imagine MC waking up to all the princes from the prologue and starts screaming something like;

MC: “OH FUCK- IVE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THE AMISH- THEYRE TRYING TO MAKE ME JOIN”

The princes: “What does ‘fuck’ and ‘Amish’ mean? 😃”

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Or if MC wakes up and is like

“Are they trying to contact me about my car insurance-“

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Or if another alternate scenario where Mc is like

“I WILL NOT LET THOU TO TOUCH ME, SHOO BEGONE- UNDER THE NAME OF GOD, THE HOLY SPIRIT AND JESUS I COMMAND THEE STRANGE MEN TO BEGONE AND GET BACK”

- Im sorry 💀✋